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    “Darling I really can’t talk right now, I have to give the opening speech for the MYNE Gala in thirty minutes, and this corset isn’t going to tighten itself.” Talking into the phone was Yiu Amistacia, newly minted creative director for MYNE and newcomer into Galahindan politics. Yiu paused, listening to the irate voice on the other end before replying through gritted teeth as they fastened the corset, “Yes I know it’s important, but unless it’s your endorsement for chairmanship it can wait.” On the other end Lynne Androni sighed in frustration, her patience with Yiu wearing thin. ”Yiu I need you to pay attention for just one moment, this could make or break your chances at chairmanship. Tonight you are hosting the most important party in The Cascade, in my home might I a-” “I’ve already thanked you several times for your help!” Interrupted Yiu hotly, not wanting her to have that leverage over them, “And I’m designing you a custom wardrobe for the summer!” This was something that Lynne couldn’t deny was important, a custom wardrobe from Galahindas top designer would usually run upwards of her quarterly budget, not to mention keep her name in the public mind for a long time. Yiu took as deep a breath as their corset would allow before continuing, “It’s not like I haven’t hosted parties before, I hosted the New Years celebrations for the Spais last year and they haven’t stopped requesting my services since!” A socialite by trade, Yiu had more experience working a room than almost all of Galahinda, second only to Lynne herself. “While that may be true the Spais couldn’t read the tone if it was spelt out in front of them, they’re not from here.” Replied Lynne, barely able to contain the disdain in her voice at the mention of the Spai family. “We both know they paid their way into Fontaine’s inner circle and that means we have to deal with them until he’s replaced.” Lynne paused, waiting for a response. After several seconds of silence Yiu realized she had stopped talking and was waiting for them to say something, “Sorry darling I was putting on my hair for tonight, it’s very complicated to get right but I think it’ll be a delicious nod to the past. I had a similar idea about your summer collection, how do you feel about 1930’s women’s wear?” At this Lynne hung up, exasperated by the young socialites attitude. Yiu smiled into the mirror, knowing that their outfit was perfect. All that was left was to put on heels. Yiu picked up the phone and took a quick selfie, looking gorgeous as ever, and posted it with the caption “Happy fashion week darlings! Can’t wait to see all of my friends at tonight’s party! XO” Yiu set down the phone, and stepped out into the car waiting to take them to Lynne’s house, telling the driver to take the long way, they wanted to be fashionably late. As always.
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    To: Trade Minister Leo J. Conway of the @Sancti Imperii Catholico From: the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion To his Eminence Archbishop Salius, through Leo J. Conway, Trade Minister of the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum Your Eminence, Salvia and Ahromaneia come from the same stock, although we have drifted apart over the intervening years. Perhaps too far apart, as both the Salvian and Arhomaniki people still share much with each other. Both of our great nations hold Christ's teachings above all and, although perhaps it could be considered that there may be some variations in how these are espoused by our nations, it is the love of God that shines through. Not only do we share faith in Christ, but our two nations also have a common heritage – it was, after all, Arhomaneia where Liosous set sail from in order to spread the word of God to foreign shores. And truly he did, as Salvia has stood strong ever since. In an ideal world, these ties alone would be strong enough in the face of adversity. However, the current mood of Eurth appears to be a darkening one. Nations that tread the path of righteousness such as ours need to cooperate, in order to strengthen the ties between Christian nations, as well as to make sure that our ancient civilisation can weather any storm that does wash against us. A first step would be to consider our nations' economic ties. Easing trade between our nations will undoubtedly work towards strengthening both of our nations, as well as helping our citizens understand each other better. Even at the moment, our nations do undertake a considerable amount of trade with each other, but this could undoubtedly be improved, to the benefit of both of our people. For example, passion fruit from Salvia are regularly found on the shelves in supermarkets in the Megas Agios Basileia, and mobile phones manufactured in your nation are commonly used by Arhomaioi. Wine is often bought and drunk by the people in Deopolis or Minotia and textiles from Arhomaneia are sold in Salvia. The Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion feels that our nations ought to consider easing the tariffs that are regularly levelled against the imports from foreign countries, as well as viewing any trade restrictions that might be put against the produce of our respective nations. It may also be considered by the Logothesion ton Kommerkiarionikou, the Ministry for Trade, that to show that the Megas Agios Basileia is willing to open our arms to our friends in Salvia that the fees charged on Salvian-flagged ships passing through the canal between the Raga Sea and the Krankes Thalassa, the Ranke Seas, will be reduced, in order to facilitate trade between our nations. This, however, be subject to the agreements that we are able to make, and what might be reciprocated by the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum. We will have much to discuss in any talks between myself, my government and representatives from your nation. Similarly, at a future date, it may be for the worth of our nations to look at visa restrictions between our nations. May God's light shine upon your nation and your people, Takitos Khalkeos, Megas Logothetes of the Logothesion ton Kommerkiarionikou of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion
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    So, about a year since I joined, and now that things are somewhat sorted out, and I feel able to write again, I'd like to do my first expansion for Limonaia. In my history Limonaia both overseas, but also on the home front were much larger than the current Duchy. Most of these states that seceded would have done so following the civil war in 1902 and thus have been independent since then. The basis for my RP will likely take form as economic trouble in one (possibly two) of these states. This will be possible because of the long time that's passed and the slow decrease of the Limonaian monarch's power (even if it isn't the smoothest right now). I'll go more into depth later, but here's the plan: Blue: This island of Nicolia, which, even under the Limonaian Kingdom was semi-independent retains a bunch of old traditions and a somewhat unique political system. Blue is the primary target of the expansion. Red: A bonus if it works, mostly to clean up future borders in later expansions on the mainland. An isolated mountain duchy, which I'll develop a bit more in the future.
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    Ovgorad, Nyeminsk "With all these shitty Fulgistani cigs coming in, you'd think the Libs would be a touch more interested in closing off trade lines. At least, certain trade lines." Hoja Korig chuckled richly before politely puffing on his cigar, continuing: "The polls are coming for party support on BLNN, and I think we know where it's going." "What are you implying?" Across Korig's polished mahogany desk, Boyar Askosow looked confused. "I still don't understand the purpose of your invitation: are you here to gloat? The Kozak's aren't shifting their support and, frankly, I had no intention of winning the parliament anyway. All I need is my interests - the Kozaki interests - to keep being served, and our current government does a fine job at that. Have you seen the legislation? We barely even have to care about your national government at this rate and we are quite capable of running ourselves." Korig drew again from his cigar and let out a slow cloud. "This isn't about bragging. I may be the most influential man in this whole damn country, but that doesn't change the situation of the Sovereigns." "The Sovereigns? Oh yes, they're winning alright: winning until the BRP and the LDP form a coalition. You know full well no amount of your patronage could get the Sovereign's out of that hole." Korig chuckled again. "Boyar, you humor me - puff - but listen, I want a change in management. Krusken has made all this and that, yes? But he has been doing me a disservice, one which has put me at odds with the current government. You understand! The market reforms, the shipping! It's trampling all my hard work! Look at these!" Hoja Korig took a handful of Fulgistanti cigarettes from a crate by his desk. He frantically unraveled one and presented it to Dmitrov Askosow. "The damn things! I took one trip to Khenkhourt earlier this month, and the damn place had more of this than the national! It's a f*cking disgrace is what it is! If we keep letting the Bulgen Rouge and the f*cking Libs trade around, we'll go under!" "I think you mean you'll go under. Your National Agricultural Company is going to be affected, sure, but I can't imagine Kozakstal will suddenly implode if the Bulgen Rouge wins again." Askosow looked bemused at the visible distress on Korig's face but still wondered what the purpose of the meeting was. There was obviously more to this conversation than Korig complaining about Bulgenstazi trade. Hoja Korig dropped the cigarettes back in their crate and started again: "The problem for you, Boyar, is your people. Do you think the new legislation exempts you from the National Agricultural Company? It doesn't, and even if it did, any attempt at a nationalized industry would flounder in the face of our own. Kozakstal doesn't have a port, there's no benefitting from trade, either! But wait, there's more to this than just industry: your precious Kozak culture. Do you think those foreigners in Fulgistan care about the Kozak? Because I can tell you right now, the most they could care about is if the Kozaki purchase their goods over mine. The foreigners, you see, will crush your culture if it means they can squeeze another drop of trade. What we need is protectionism, and I don't see it coming from the Rouge or the Liberals. Protectionism will protect my money, your money, and your culture." Boyar Askosow's smugness quickly dissolved. Hoja Korig was right, there wasn't much keeping Kozakstal from being overtaken by foreign goods, and the Okrug wouldn't see any of the profit from trade goods, unlike national goods. Perhaps the Boyar had been blinded by success to where he forgot the economic fragility of his Okrug; no independence could save the Kozaki from an economic crisis. Still, what did Korig want? Hoja Korig could sense victory in by Askosow's change in demeanor. "Boyar, what I would like you to do is pursue a coalition with the National Sovereign Party. It certainly wouldn't be hard, they want as much support as they can get, and your party is just what they need. Besides, there may be more perks to this coalition than just having your party in the majority in Zalensk..." Hoja Korig reached into his desk and drew a stack of papers. Askosow read: Kozakstal Oil Reappropriation Act "You couldn't! The National Oil Company -" "The National Oil Company bows to the government! This would be entirely possible, given enough support. I'm sure if you and your little party jumped through the National Sovereign Party's hoops, they would be happy to lend you their support on such legislation..." Boyar Askosow rose from his chair smiling. "Excellent chat, Mister Korig. I'm hoping I can convince my associates to work with your party - erm - the National Sovereign Party, yes. You may not hear it from me first, but I will update you if we were to form such a coalition. Thank you for inviting me, and my apologies if I was to have come off strong at first. I look forward to future ventures with you." Hoja Korig smiled to himself, yes, this would be how the National Sovereign Party, Hoja's National Sovereign Party, would finally get their Prime Minister. OOC: Hey! This is the precursor to the future Bulgenstazi 2019 elections! It seems tensions are mounting as the country approaches July 16, election day! I will try to post semi-regularly with some exciting political intrigue! How will Hoja Korig, controller of the National Agricultural Company, secure the victory of the National Sovereign Party? How will the Bulgen Rouge Party and the Liberal Democratic Party react? This thread is currently a closed RP, but if there are groups which seek to meaningfully impact one side or another, please, let me know and I can make a full OOC Post. Thank you!
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    This is the OOC thread for the planning of the Salvian crusade of the Yellow Empire (@Fulgistan) and @Sayf, taking place sometime between the late 15th and 16th centuries. The plan currently is that the Salvian Empire, with possible support from other Christian nations, would attempt crusades against the pagan/Muslim nations. These would most likely fail, being comparable if not faring worse than the IRL crusades. Maybe the expansion of the respective empires would be stunted or a few crusader kingdoms would be established, but they would be short-lived victories.
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    This RP is a follow-up from the agreement made on the expansion thread. Please refer to the IIwiki article for a more in-depth information. Summary This expansion RP will be quite an unorthodox one, in the sense that it is not your usual 'invade and conquer' RP. The RP will partly narrate the story of the monarcho-communist Selayar (now renamed as Vahila) effort to 'retake' the mainland Selayari territory (the reserved area on the map), as they are stuck in the small islands territory of Vahila (the current island territory of Selayar on the map). Many parties will be involved, and other nations involvement is to be expected. Parties There will be two main parties involved in the war, which are the Purist and the Reformist. The Purist The monarchist government and followers. Simply said, the royalist who would like to keep the status-quo intact, thus the name. Their ideology would mainly be a right-leaning one, though it has a mixture of many ideologies. Led by Queen Varamatamarenga, whose coronation triggered the civil war, it has the advantage of having the support of most the noble houses and a trained army. Its aim is to retain the status-quo in Selayar (and thus the longevity of her dynasty). International supporters/donors: ? The Reformist Basically a group of people who are not satisfied with the rise of Queen Varamatamarenga to the throne of Selayar. Their ideology would mainly be a socialist one, though the monarcho-communist ideology become the most recognisable ideology of the Reformist. Led by the cousin of the previous assassinated Queen of Selayar, the group claimed legitimacy from its royal bloodline and its status as a reformist and socialist. Despite its army nickname as 'the untrained army of the mass', it has notably gained support from many sympathetic leftist group outside Selayar. Its aim is to install a new dynasty to the throne, and provide a much-needed welfare and equality to the people of Selayar. International supporters/donors: @Shffahkia, ? Many independent groups and mercenaries There are notably many separatists groups and mercenaries in Selayari territories who wanted various things, be it independence, autonomy, power, money, or just anarchism. This will play a part in the RP, adding flavour to the war rather than the usual dichotomy of war. You could support some of this groups if you want, just for the fun if you don't like the two parties mentioned above. The RP. The Civil War will be ICly divided into four periods. The First Period, roughly from 1959-mid 1960s, as the name might tells, covers the time when the war broke out until the first armistice. The Reformist were mostly driven out from west and central Selayar, leaving them in their base, east Selayar and Vahila. The Interlude, roughly from mid 1960s-early 1970s is the generally peaceful period since the First Armistice until the Attack on Fort Wanatara, which saw the beginning of the Second Period of War, where the Reformist are trying to regain their territory in west and central Selayar, but this later ended up in failure as the Reformist government was exiled to the islands of Vahila. After the signing of the Second Armistice, the Negotiation period ensued, where both parties are working to find a way out of the mess. This RP will only narrate the Second Period and the Negotiation period, because it will be undoubtedly complex to narrate a 20-years war into one RP. I'll mostly write about the political intrigue of how the Reformist (now called Vahila) tried to regain their territory and support in mainland Selayar, though story of warfare would be undoubtedly appear. (Mostly because i know nothing about warfare, guns, and tanks, so help would be appreciated.) Aftermath This map should provide a clear situation of what's going on in Selayar and its surrounding lands just before the civil war started. The territories of Selayar will ended up as in the expansion thread (the reserved territory on the map), thus completing the expansion thread. The Treaty of ʻArama officially ended the civil war, and both Reformist and Purist parties were unified once again as one Selayar after extensive negotiation, including a promised expansion of the people's welfare (which is another story).
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    (Note: This short story is written as though Mētztlitlalio is a country on Earth, not Eurth/Europans, as this is a non-canon story. Also the ending’s quality is not as good as the beginning quality because I've been working on this single post on and off for literal weeks and I just lost the passion to work on it, y’know? So I'd rather just be declined and work on a new submission then be unhappy continuously with this submission.) There was a faint whisper coming from the family sitting at the table besides us. We knew they were murmuring about us in their hushed tone. So was every other Metztli at the restaurant. Our guide, who simply went by Soa, attempted to put us to ease stating that we are most likely the first foreigners to these hermit mountains they had ever seen. “The closest to a foreigner had seen is a Tapelt, and they do not count much” Soa told us in his broken English. “It is best to be polite and ignore bad comments.”. We all saw the beads of sweat that had trickled from the man’s forehead, screwing up this close to a contract agreement would most certainly loose him his job. Nonetheless the whispers and quiet tones stung harder and for far longer then any nasty comment could ever achieve. Besides the hushed voices of the Metztlikatl around us, I heard the chattering and laughter of those outside the restaurant, children, adults, any age, with a backtrack of the nearby market place, barterers and sellers in their informal attire of cyan and magenta-red clothing, offering to sell their smoked popoatli to any who heeded their shouting, the pale green colour desecrated by dark greys and light browns from the smoking process. Crimson colour skinned sweet potatoes sold in large mesh nets along with blood brown ceramic bowls of pickled fruits and vegetables ordained by Crescent Bird feathers and talons. Those same Crescent Birds wander the streets outside, most but not all accompanied by their owner, with large similar mesh nets storing recently purchased food in one, and greyish silver coins in another. My attention was brought back to the restaurant by my boss, who gestured with her hands over the food that had been brought to us. I do not remember ordering anything at that time and was about to interject before Soa spoke once more: “it is good beginning food, before you order!” The man stated, a gleeful smile had formed across his face, a similar one imitated back on my own face. “Thank you.” I responded, to both Soa and the waitress, who stuck around and spoke with Soa, both appeared casual, as if friends. It was only until after the visit did Soa tell us she was his sister, to which I should’ve noticed, if it was not for the colourful display in front of us. A basket large enough to fit a head inside filled to the top with flat maize bread, with three brown ceramic bowls the size of the palm of my hand each filled with a different, unique topping. The first bowl was filled with a pale white sauce with grated ripe popoatli, the dark pinkish slices’ colour bled over onto the sauce, making it slightly pinkish around each cut and slice. The texture was that of cream and the taste reminded me of blue cheese, albeit sweeter due to the popoatli. The second bowl was topped with what I could only describe as a generic salsa that vaguely reminded me of Spain, or Mexico. However as I had spread some onto the bread and took a bite, I immediately had regrets, as it was sickly sweet and yet had the coughing spice of black pepper. As I had reflexively pulled the bread away from my mouth, I saw Soa in the corner of my eye subtly smile. After the ordeal of flavour, he spoke to me again “Small amounts.” He stated, still with a faint smile. The third bowl was simple thin slices of ripe and smoked popoatli, which the texture reminded me of raisins. The taste also reminding me of raisins. The rest of the meal went fairly the same as any other foreign restaurant. I had ordered a mixed dish and so had my co-workers so we could experience more for less. Just as colourful and rich tasting as the pre-starter. And despite being a many course meal, the price was only a handful of Iztaks for each person. We thanked the chefs along with Soa’s sister, and left the smoke-smelling restaurant, with Soa continuing to tag us along as our guide and to continue to convince our boss for his own manager. As they two spoke, one of my co-workers pointed towards a specific building within the market place. It was built out of light greyish wood and basalt rock, initially I had thought that it might have been a fanciful market stool, but upon closer inspected, once they had dragged me closer to the building, I had realised it was a small temple. I attempted to stop them from bursting in, but it was all in futile as they had dashed through the door. Looking back to my boss and Soa, my mind blared to me this was a stupid idea, but nonetheless I ventured inside after my co-worker.
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    I've already posted one of these almost a year ago, then life hit me hard with my senior year of high school and i just got back into nationstates. I'm ready to actually be a consistent and productive member of the community.
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    Hello there! My names Linus, but in-game/irp i prefer Naari. I love politics and roleplaying has been a hidden interest so i decided to try it out with my very own nation i created based on my liking with its own big inside problems, but also its structure and how it maybe will change. will it be because of internal pressure, pressure from neighbouring countries, or economial reasons? i don't know yet, however what i do know is that i wanna grow and become more experienced with political rp and would love to chat or rp with anyone who's interested. Thank for your time! ^^
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    YOUR RP NATION Full Name of Nation: The Unitary Conglomerate of Galahinda Government type of nation: bicameral technocracy Culture/ethnicity of your nation: broadly French/Italian Give us a short description of your nation: An island nation obsessed with beauty, wealth, and status. With the means to back those claims up. Do you have an IIWiki page?: not yet ™ WRITING EXPERIENCE How would you describe your level of experience in regards to roleplaying? I played an RP game called Space Station 13 for two years, and have participated in 3 D&D campaigns. How would you describe yourself? I’m a huge fashion nerd with a soft spot for cyberpunk media. I’m going into university in the fall and I’ve never seen a raccoon in real life. RP/Writing samples (if available already): https://www.nationstates.net/nation=galahinda/detail=factbook/id=876236 I wrote this back towards the inception of galahinda and it has remained a core tenant of my ideas for the nation. Do you wish to have a mentor assigned to you to help guide you through the start of your time here? That’d be lovely. NATIONSTATES Why do you want to join this region?: I originally wanted to join because someone from the aforementioned space station 13 was a member and then after they left I stayed. Have you ever had trouble with any moderators?: not that I can recall Do you have any prior experience on NationStates? If so, give a brief accounting of it. I have been playing the game for a while (at least 3 years) on and off since I would occasionally have to leave it to do school things but I’m back and able to stay. Are you currently or do you plan to be a member of the NationStates World Assembly? I was before I got caught up in school work and I will probably rejoin at some point soon. Anything else?: I’m excited to be here and ready to become a member of the RP community! Providing any falsified or deliberately misleading information will result in your application being rejected and your access to the forum revoked. By submitting this form, you are indicating that you agree to abide by the community and RP rules of this community. Any breach thereof may result in disciplinary action including but not limited to revoking of forum posting rights, banning from the forum, removal of regional citizenship, and ejection from the region.
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    Khenkhourt Adrik Koróv stared out the large window gloomily. An unexpected storm had rolled into the bay at the Khenkhourt harbor, blocking the view of the shipping docks. The unexpected storm sinks the shipper, his father had always told him. Adrik was currently ashore, so he doubted the phrase held any weight to him. The television had only described the coalition hours ago. However, hours were days to Korów as he watched the droplets through the large glass wall. They crashed hopelessly into the glass and yet it remained: strong, unyielding. There was a certain sympathy Adrik had to the droplets, he too felt hopelessly crashed against a wall. Why would the Kozaks give in to the nationals? Adrik was still very new to his office. Only a year prior, his father, John, had commanded the docks from the very office Adrik was currently in. Admittedly, the place felt more homey when John was minister, not when Adrik had taken up his father’s mantle. His father's name hadn’t always been John, but it changed as business changed. Vladyslav Koróv was baptized at a Salvian church where he took his new name, John. It was distinct. It was foreign. Adrik had been baptized too, though he kept his name. He had grown up in a bureaucrat's family: the only son of a Minister, nonetheless. He learned from a fine ‘Gorod School: his life plans decided by his father and the State. For a while afterward he had learned of the duties of a minister, before inheriting his father’s position. That had been a little over a year ago, and yet the ministry and the staff felt foreign to Koróv. His office was inherited with many notes and references to alien concepts; were they old charters or convenient notes, Adrik was too proud to ask. In truth, the bureaucracy was intensely boring to him, but the status, it was worth the tediums of his job. Until now, Adrik had made a point to never ask for advice from his father. His health had begun failing him at 52, and it had meant a change in management far sooner than anticipated. Even through his sickness, the man had been harsh to his only son in his later years, and Adrik resented him for it. Still, he had not seen his father since he gave up his position. Since then John had retired to a seaside manor to live the rest of his days in relative comfort. Better he stays there, he thought, he would have made this even worse than it already is. Still, Adrik wondered if the coalition would have happened had his father been in office, if the National Sovereigns would have grown the way they had. Certainly father could not have known this would have happened to me. There was a sudden knock at the door. Adrik glanced to his phone, which indicated no missed calls. Curious. “Damn secretary probably forgot to warn me,” Adrik muttered. The arrival was yet unexplained. Could this be John? Adrik had asked him to come at seven, but the time was three and surely the sudden storm had kept his father at home. Regardless, Adrik gave a courteous “come in” to the surprise visitor. The door opened and a gaunt figure marched dutifully forward. He was dripping with storm water and clad in a large cloak which covered the entire figure, obscuring his face. Adrik rose from his desk, “Whoever you are, I’m sure the staff had a very good reason to let you in. Please, identify yourself before the Minister of Trade.” A wizened hand doffed the hood from the robe. At first the man at Adrik’s desk was unrecognizable, but suddenly he saw his dad. Or rather his ghost. The proud man, who had been in great health only years earlier, had suddenly contracted leukemia. Adrik was under the impression the disease would have largely passed, his father was a strong and willful man. It seemed strength had been little help against the sickness. His hair and mustache were completely gone, no doubt from chemotherapy, and his size and strength had all but left his body. Where he had once looked strong and youthful, John Koróv now looked pallid and aged. “My god, father! You… I… “ Suddenly Adrik felt a wave of crushing sadness; by avoiding his father, he had been entirely unaware of the rate of his decaying health. John spoke, gravelly and weakened, but with much of the remnants of his father, “I heard the news of your neglect. I had thought you would have been better than this. Leaving your father to rot in his house while you steered my party to the ground!” “Father… I…” “Enough… I am not here to lecture you on how you treat your old man as he dies from this confounded blood disease. What did you need me for? I really should not be making these trips, even the summers are cold for me now.” “You are not actually dying though, father, are you?” “The doctors say there is hope for my condition to improve, you may not believe me if I told you I had been in worse condition some few months ago. Perhaps if you had visited me then you would never had made this meeting in the first place.” “If this is too much for you this does not need to continue-” “If this was too much then I would not have agreed to come here. Now, what is it you want my counsel on? You had been so reluctant years ago…” If John had been harsh in the past, neglect had also made him blunt. Adrik had nearly lost his train of thought when his father revealed himself to him, but Koróv ships steer true, as they always have, so he remembered: “It’s the politics, we… I… I didn’t see the national sovereigns playing the elections until it’s too late. I-I I don’t know what to do. Father, please, I need your help.” Surprisingly, the apparition of his father formed a grin. A pained, strenuous smile, but a smile nonetheless. “I knew you’d ask me eventually. I’ve been waiting a long time. I knew you would ask me how to do my job.” Adrik was taken aback by the sudden change in demeanor. “Yes, I have been keeping a close eye on what you have been doing. Arrogant and foolhardy of you to try doing this all on your own. But my people. Our people. They have been telling me about what you’ve been doing, yes. And I think I can safely say this was the smartest decision you’ve made since you took my office. Now, here's what we must do...”
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    Supporting an autocratic dictatorship that only claims to a be a proletarian state? Dude, you already know I'm available.
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    Welcome back!
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    OOC: [Year and a day, baybee. We out here playin' 12D chess.] "Ikaika, come back to bed." With a start, the man looked up from trying his shoes, seeing the figure of his wife silhouetted against the moonlit window. "I didn't mean to wake you. I've just got to help my cousin tie up down at the beach; they've been doing some ayu fishing." "So late in the season? Come on, I'm not stupid." "I promise, Keke. I'll be back in half an hour, I swear." Kekealani shifted, sighed, turned over. Her husband stood up, walking over to their bed and putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's important, darling. I'll be back in bed before you know I'm gone. Promise." His wife said nothing. Ikaika turned and left the one-room shack the couple called home, his "borrowed" bicycle sitting just outside the front door. There was plenty of moonlight to help his brief pedal down through the pot-holed jungle road to the beach. The waves lapped softly at the white sands, the whole shore silent except for the sound of Ikaika's footsteps. The north side of the bay, he thought, by the five-peaked rock... It didn't take long; he'd been walking these beaches since he could walk at all, and he soon found himself standing next to a tall spire of volcanic rock, gazing out at the hazy horizon. This is a trap. This is a trap and we're all going to be killed. His heart pounding in his chest, it took him some time to notice the muffled whine of an outboard motor, which soon cut out. Pressing himself behind the rock, he was able to make out the outline of a small inflatable boat, which had...two, no, three passengers. Black wetsuits, nothing to identify them. As the trio paddled their little craft up onto the shore, Ikaika resisted the urge to run. Against all his better judgement, he stepped out from behind the rock into the moonlight. "He ākea ka wai." The three men looked startled. Closer now, he could make out their features. One was dark, an older man. The other two were tanned, with the distinctive eyes and features of the Huang. If there was any doubt these were the men he was to meet, it was now dispelled. The two Huang men had been dragging a long wooden crate along the sand, leaving a furrow in the otherwise pristine ground. The dark one stepped forward, looking him up and down. Cautiously, he spoke the passphrase in halting speech. "E hiki mai ana ka wanaʻao." Ikaika dropped into his (poor) Madrian; Best to be safe. The foreigners seem to know little. "The box; for me?" "Yes, comrade, for you and the Poor People's Association." "Show it." The man held out his hand, and one of his companions provided a crowbar. Deftly, he pried the lid off the box, revealing its contents, dull under the cosmoline. He picked up a Brownie, and began wiping away the preservative grease. "Do you know how to use this?" Ikaika mimed firing full auto from the hip, something he'd seen in innumerable movies. The dark-skinned man laughed. "Come here, let me show you. Teach this to your comrades; I think they could use the training." And so the moon shone silently on a desolate beach, one man with a rifle in hand, and three careful instructors to show him how to kill with it.
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    Bomb Threat at Prime Minister's residence Early this morning an anonymous call warned Limone Police about a possible bomb in the residence of Prime Minister Guiliano Saleri. The PM was swiftly evacuated and has temporarily been relocated to a secure location, while police search the residence. So far no bomb has been found and police suspect it to be a false threat, and efforts to track down the caller are currently underway. This isn't the first time threats have been made on the PM since he entered office last september, but recently problems with security have increased drastically, which has led to an until now unforeseen amount of personnel deployed to protect the PM. Police stopped a would be shooter last week as Saleri entered parliament, the man arrested being a member of Lega Sovrana which has sparked an ongoing investigation in the party's leadership which has so far been inconclusive. Lega Sovrana, Limonaia's second largest party after the election in september is currently the leading party in the opposition to the Centre-Left coalition. Restoration of D.Smg Impavida D.Smg Impavida, a submarine that was recently recovered after being underwater for around seventy years in relatively nice condition will now be restored before being placed in the Sermerio Maritime Museum. If the restoration is successful visitors will be able to walk in the old submarine which will be placed in a dry dock. The Impavida served the Limonaian navy from 1938 to 1948 when it was sunk close to Anaca, and will give visitors a view of the conditions the crew had to go through in that era. The Duchess is personally funding the restoration, which is set to be complete in 2-3 years. D.Smg Impavida in 1941
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    Fun fact: First time I've actually ever written fiction in first person outside of school work.
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    Bogd Gioro, House of the Revolution. 24th June, 2019. 7:29 PM. "Comrade Almas, they're ready." "Thank you. I'll be out in a moment." Tomur looked at himself in the mirror one last time; nice red tie, little flag lapel pin, hair done up as befitted the leader of the nation. Time to rustle up the herd, he thought. Now or never. Out in front of the House of the Revolution was the usual press gaggle; the Wulumuqi Morning Post, the Worker's Daily; even the Kishtan Telegraph had sent a correspondent. This was no ordinary press conference; not least because Almas and the Central Committee had been keeping the subject under wraps. This was intentional; they were hoping to prevent the negative press speculation that might otherwise precede this...particular kind of announcement. Nonetheless, the press podium, emblazoned boldly with the national seal, awaited. If one were to rank all the nation's podiums from meanest to greatest, Almas considered, this would surely be the country's most important podium of all. "Good evening, everyone. It's a great honor to speak to you once again as your General Secretary, especially in such proud and prosperous times. Through great effort, unflinching determination, and steadfast, enlightened political consciousness, the Fulgistani people have opened a new chapter in their history. With diligent effort, the brave men and women of the Revolutionary Guard have overturned the stranglehold of warlordism and terror that had held the two provinces of Southwestern Fulgistan firmly in their iron grip. Takhar and Kunduz provinces are now both completely free from the predation of bandits, terrorists, and other armed militant criminals. We are proud to add their territory to the map of our country, and to announce that the election of national representatives and local government officials is already underway. To all those who set their hearts to the task of liberation: I say that you have the gratitude of the whole Red nation, now and forever more." "Moreover, Takhar and Kunduz are not only liberated, but flourishing. The people of these lands have not known such abundance since the days of the revolution, and even now many are watching this speech on the television, a luxury previously unavailable to them. So too, are the people of the Southwest enthusiastically joining the national workforce; one of the largest oil reserves in the whole of Eastern Alharu lies underground in Kunduz province; the forces of the International Proletariat have not been idle, and with the help of the comrades in the International Communist Economic Bloc Petroleum Committee, we can now announce that for the first time in fifty years, Fulgistan is a genuine oil-producing nation, and can begin export of crude oil to the global economy. It is the hope of myself and the Central Committee that this will being a bright future in industry for the people beleaguered by constant war and strife for so long a time." "Now, I hope you will permit me to bring you another piece of good news on this momentous occasion. It is the product of long deliberation and very careful consideration, by all members of the Central Committee. It, too, will serve to turn open a brand new chapter in the chronicle of the Worker's Republic and of the Huang people. Since 2015, Samarkand Province has operated as the Samarkand Special Economic Zone, a test-bed for various economic policies and political reforms for the nation as a whole. Now, I am pleased to announce that the Samarkand Special Economic Zone opens its doors to the world for business. It has been decided by the Central Committee, and, it is hoped dearly, will be upheld by the will of the people, that the province will host foreign businesses, and pursue a limited market economy in the years to come. This new micro-economy, if it is as successful as projections indicate, will serve as a model for other state-designated zones to come. It is hoped, by increasing economic growth in key areas such as Wulumuqi and its surroundings, that the Worker's Republic may continue to advance itself and the members of the International Communist Economic Bloc, to whom it intends the SSEZ to serve as a model as well. To allay any concerns out of the gate, let me be very clear: The Worker's Republic of Fulgistan remains committed to the principles of the communist revolution, to the practice of radical socialism, and to the liberation of the global working class. It is precisely because of the success of socialism in Fulgistan that the government has now chosen to pursue a policy of openness; we as a nation are a shining beacon to the downtrodden of the world, a light of hope in a darkening age. Though despotism and crony capitalism may remain par for the course abroad, they have no place whatsoever in this, the free and beautiful land of our own making. The time has come, o you who refuse to be slaves, to emerge from isolation and closed-mindedness; to emerge as a leader in Alharu, and to serve as a guiding force for the working peoples of the world. Thank you, and goodnight." Almas bowed smoothly, dimly aware of the cameras snapping and flashing all around him. He could barely remember walking back to his office. "How was I, Bayanchur?" "Excellent, sir. Exactly as it ought to have been said." "I hope so." Almas chuckled. "If I said anything wrong, I'm sure I'll have a thousand corrections waiting in the morning papers." "No time to rest, Comrade Tekin. Much to be done; our real work is only just getting started."
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    Home | World | Salvia | Business | Politics | Opinion | Tech | Entertainment New Plans to Further Construction of Salvian-Bulgenstazi Railroad Announced The Transportation Ministry has announced further plans involving the construction of the newly proposed Salvian-@Bulgenstazi Railroad, including possible routes, deadlines, and plans of further negotiations with the Bulgenstazi government over the specifics of the construction of the railroad. The Ministry has also announced that further talks will be held with the @Rihannsu based companies Kovex Heavy Industries and Amosarr Railworks over cost and construction and planning aid. The railroad was first announced in December of last year as the project was approved by both nations’ governments after being proposed back in 2016. It has gone under several revisions and the leader of the project on the Salvian side, Representative Cory Maggio, has hinted that a lot of work is still needed before construction can even begin. The respective governments are seemingly taking their time as they hammer out specifics over the rail line, as well as facing pressure from environmental and native protection groups.
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    Thursday, 3 January, Year of Our Lord 2019 St. Murphy’s Cathedral, Deopolis Inner Chambers of the Palace Agrilo found what he was looking for outside the office of some clerk. A raised, closed wooden box with an open slit and a little plaque above it that read “Letters.” Agrilo slid the letter into the box and then turned away, smiling. ________________ The pile of letters was dropped off onto Cardinal D’Angelo’s desk. Sitting down, he took a letter opener and picked up the first letter on his desk. He read the envelope, and seeing it was from a fellow cardinal, opened it quickly. Several papers were in the envelope one of which had the words “Read first” written on it. He unfolded it and read, Dearest brothers of the Magnissimum Comitium Cardinalicium, It has come to my most troubling attention as Adminstrator Curiae that a recently appointed bishop under the name of Kevin Rogers, who was accepted by the most holy Assembly, has committed egregious & terrible acts against God and his Church. His sins (of which the appropriate documents are accompanying this letter) include those of fornication, sodomy, and treason against the Church. He has sought to undermine the authority of the Comitium as well as other senior members of the clergy. Make no mistake, he is a great enemy of God and the Church. He is a Satanist and seeks the destruction of the flock... D’Angelo read no more. It was a long letter, but the cardinal had read all that he needed. He took a long look at the several documents that accompanied the letter. It contained an assortment of “evidence” against Rogers. The first document contained what seemed to be a report of some sorts of an organization called the Ordo Sacra Gloriosa. It contained pictures and information on many of its members, including apparent proof of collaboration between the group and Rogers- hacked emails, stolen mail, and cell phone conversations. D’Angelo pondered how Agrilo had gotten this information. As the Administrator Curiae, he certainly had a lot of outreach. He shook off the thought, deeming it unimportant. What was important was to get this information to the Comitium. * * * “We’ll just have to ignore him- move on with the elections.” “We can’t do that, he knows too much now. He’ll snitch- if not to whoever hired him, certainly to someone in authority in the Church.” Matt pondered this last statement. Kevin was correct, he knew that. But what could they do? There were no security cameras in the house- the neighborhood was safe enough to the point that Elijah felt comfortable without a security service, Matt figured. Suddenly, an idea came to him. Matt rushed downstairs without a word, a slightly puzzled Rogers following. Matt walked over to the cage, and bending over the lock examined it. He smiled and chuckled to himself. He turned over his shoulder to Rogers. “No signs of tampering. Someone from the inside did this.” He turned back around and shook his head, still chuckling. * * * Monday, 7 January, Year of Our Lord 2019 Pacar Office Building, St. Paul’s Front Desk Father Leo pushed open the glass doors and walked to the front desk that stood in front of him. He had driven some half an hour to the place where Joseph worked, where, from his research, he had concluded he was part of the upper echelon of the regional hierachy. The secretary at the front desk looked up from her computer to look at Leo before smiling politely and looking back down. Brushing the hair out of her face she finished what she was typing and focused on Leo. “Good afternoon, how may I help you?” Leo approached the desk, leaning on the raised counter and saying “You wouldn’t happen to know where uh,” he glanced down at his other hand, “Joseph Reed is?” The secretary politely smiled once more before replying, “He’s vacationing in Trinity right now. Would you like me to let him know you asked for him?” Leo furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head. “No, thank you.” He turned around and walked out the door. The secretary was confused for a moment before forgetting about the matter and returning to her work.
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    Home | Orioni | World | Business | Tech | Science | Culture | Health | Sports Orinese election campaign to begin this week O'POLIS -- On Thursday the starting gun will fire for the Orinese election campaign. Campaigning for world’s third-largest democratic exercise (after the GHET and SSI general elections) is held over six months across 19 provinces. The national election is often a colourful affair. And this year’s vote is set to be more unusual. Early polling shows that the neo-liberal party PO&N is predicted to win big. And the increasingly nationalist Fronde Verdur, led by Nigela Merabiya, are also expected to make a return in the eastern provinces. High employment rate among young graduates O'POLIS -- It’s a good time to be a young Orinese graduate. New government figures show that the employment rate for the latest batch of spring graduates stands at 93 per cent, second only to the previous year’s record high of 94 per cent. As Orioni's population ages, the shortage of workers means that the quantity of jobs on offer now exceeds the number of graduates looking for work. Indeed, the tiny fall in employment this year has been put down to those who opted not to take a job in order to reapply for their first-choice companies. Employment for high-school graduates looks bright too – 97 per cent at the latest count, which is reminiscent of the economic boom of the bubble years. Estimates point to Orioni’s job surplus reaching 6,4 million by 2030. No wonder Chairlady Chandra Pristo proposed the revision to the country’s labour laws only last week. Government to ban export of plastic waste ZUIDHAVEN -- Orioni may soon end its longstanding practice of shipping plastics that it can’t recycle to other countries. The policy shift, now being debated, could take effect in mid-2020, forcing O'polis to find a way to dispose of 1,4 billion kilograms of plastic rubbish that it has been shipping annually to countries in Europa. Orioni has been slow to change its ways and excessive packaging remains the norm. Weaning itself off single-use plastic straws, bags and umbrella sleeves won’t be easy but it’s a hopeful sign that one of the Eurth’s biggest exporters of plastics waste could finally be cleaning up its act. Public transportation expanding in Gruis GRUIS -- Gruis is undergoing something of a revival: its food is promoted as the best in Orioni, demand for commercial real estate is up and its economy is doing well. No wonder, then, that city mayor Awidefale Rezovi intends to repair the roof while the sun’s shining. She has set her sights on reforming the city’s ageing public transport system. An order for 300 new buses was placed last year and extensions are ongoing for its light rail and one of its subway lines. But that’s not all. A new proposal unveiled on Monday would see more metro trains added and a new express bus route built. Rezovi may be onto something: a failure to update Gruis' network now may well hinder its ascendancy in the years to come.
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    Gangsta Granny 16th June 2019 - Article by Constance Risatta We all know grandmothers as the lovable - yet largely boring and old fashioned people in our lives. As much as we love them, we can't call them exciting. However, a new viral sensation is flourishing and gaining subscribers and views each passing day. And her name is Moore. Mable Moore. And she is at the ripe old age of 101. The 101-year old internet superstar now has over 800,000 subscribers and counting, fairly impressive especially considering her YouTube channel starting just over 3 months ago. Her most popular videos include: "My Morning Routine", "SNEAKED ONTO A SHIP FOR 24 HOURS (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)" and her most famous with over 8 million views, "the time I almost accidently assassinated some king". Her funny and often somehow relatable content is released once a fortnight, with her dry and pretty ridiculous humour making her diverse range of videos a blast to watch. She is currently the most subscribed to Llaltese youtuber being first out of three youtubers, second place with a respectable 12 subscribers, and is currently the most followed Llaltese on twitter, beating out even the premier Eve Gallaghan herself. Despite all the fame that comes with youtube fame, her life has stayed the same in her small cottage that sits on the outskirts of St. Christopher. She lives on her own after her husband (Tue Moore) passed away a couple years ago but lives near to her daughter and grandchildren. Her youtube videos sometimes include stories of her family, home life, and past events involving her husband. Each topic no matter how dark, she always manages bring a light hearted yet funnily dry, witty and pessimistic funniness to it. Her daughter, Beryl Rivermore, said this, "You know, youtubing, or whatever you call it, is not the sort of career choice I'd expect any 100 and something or other to take. Especially mine. No matter, she really enjoys and it she seems to positively affect others lives, so why not?" The grand high mother herself was also asked to make a statement. She said, "I'm retired and a widow. So it's a pretty funky hobby in my opinion. I enjoy it and I hope my audience do."
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    Hey guys. So as you guys may have noticed, I've been spending far less time here than I have in the past. So yeah, I'm taking leaving. No, I don't think (wholeheartedly) I am leaving for good. This summer has (already) been one of a lot of change in priority and mentality for me, and right now I think I need to take some time off to discover myself. I don't know how long I will be gone, a week, a month, a year, but know this: you all are awesome; I've thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent plotting with you all, and just expressing stuff through these posts. Who would have thought there would be so much fun making up policy for an imaginary country. Thank you all, and until we meet again, Bulgenstaz, signing out! See you all whenever! :^) ( P.S. I'm just going to move my country's elections to whenever I feel like it (yes, as god-emperor of Bulgenstaz I can do that), and all my RP is on temporary space-time-hold, sorry! I have always had ideas, and I will certainly do stuff with it upon my return. )
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    Aidan turned around to grab his rifle that he had laid down when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around sharply to see Parker looking at him. "Your Majesty, I need you to stay out of harm's way. I've kept you alive most of today, I don't intend on letting you get hurt now. I'll take care of this." Parker took his hand off of Aidan's shoulder looking directly into his eyes. Aidan reluctantly nodded, he had always been more of a man of action but in this situation running gun ho into a fight felt ridiculous even to him. "Your Majesty, Lord Garth is waiting for you. I would suggest you be with him. There's a lot of scared people who need someone like you right now." Aidan stared at him for a moment, then blinked. He resisted the urge to shake his head while clearing his mind and gave a simple nod. Parker nodded back in return grabbing one of the Seylosian guards and ordering him to escort the king back to the main group. Aidan watched as he ran back towards to the growing group of palace guards and Seylosians to take the fight to the rebels that has stormed the palace. For awhile everything seemed slightly in a blur. He walked past what felt like more than a dozen people rushing past him towards the fight. A fight he felt such an urge to get back to. Eventually though, they made their way over to the main entrance again, the sound of sporadic echoing gunshots behind them. Nobody registered their arrival, mostly wrapped up in their own terror, but almost as soon as he entered the room he heard a familiar voice call out to him, "Aidan! Oh god Aidan are you alright?" Dustin ran up and nearly tackled him, "Oh god I had no idea what was going on. Are you alright?" Aidan embraced him back and took a second taking a look around. He grabbed Dustin holding him tightly and guiding him towards some door close to the main entrance. There was a Seylosian bodyguard nearby who approached him, seeming to warn him off but in his hurry he just waved at him. He heard Dustin speak briefly but he threw the door open and dragged Dustin in. Inside was a some sort of closet, not terribly small but enough to fit all sorts of janitorial supplies. Aidan turned to look at Dustin but didn't make a sound just staring at him. "Aidan, are you alright?" Dustin asked in concern. He could see something was incredibly wrong with the king. Aidan just stood there silently staring at him. Dustin felt Aidan's hand hold his arm hard in a vice grip. He couldn't control his breathing anymore at that point, Aidan started heaving in and out and looked around in a panic, and was grasping onto Dustin for what felt like dear life. He couldn't focus and all he could do was grasp onto his partner, the only thing here that made him feel safe. Dustin at this point was almost panicking himself, but almost immediately understood what was happening. He just grabbed Aidan holding him in his arms. ----------------------- Parker was looking back and forth between the old blueprints that had been found in the room and straight ahead. Him, the bodyguards, and several palace guards were advancing down what felt like an endless series of tunnels under the palace complex. But Parker knew what they were looking for, and the dire consequences if they couldn't secure it before these terrorists could. After awhile of moving forward they could hear voices up ahead, he silently motioned to his group to get ready for the upcoming confrontation. Approaching a corner in the corridor, Parker peaked around and saw a door only a few feet away wide open. Inside several men were hurriedly trying to move large metal crates. He quickly looked back and gave the signal to move, at this point no amount of strategy was going to beat their element of surprise through that open door. Parker and his group of guard rounded the corner, opening fire almost immediately. The closest enemy to the door was cut down quickly while the other scrambled to rally, throwing down their crated and hurriedly trying to get to their weapons. By this point though it was too late, Parker and his guards had already breached the opening laying down fire through the whole room. What terrorists were left were returning fire while trying to retreat. However Parker could see something wrong, even though most of the enemy had decided to return to engage them there was a bright light flickering around the corner where the other exit was. By the time the battle was over, several of his guards were injured and most of the enemy was dead save a few that had been captured. But he had already known what was going to happen. He ran up to the heavy steel door on the other of the room and saw the welding marks. They had sealed it from the other side, and he knew the couldn't pursue them through the hurricane.
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    Home | Orioni | World | Business | Tech | Science | Culture | Health | Sports Pension no longer obligatory at 65+ O'POLIS -- Orioni is doddering towards a crisis with its ageing population. By 2025 one in three people are expected to be 65 or older – and legally eligible for retirement. Added to this, a diminishing workforce and an underfunded public-pensions programme don’t bode well for the nation’s economy. But Orioni’s Chairlady Chandra Pristo might have a solution. This week she announced a proposed revision to the country’s labour laws, meaning: that businesses will have a “moral obligation” to help people stay in work after they turn 65 if they want to. Measures include offering aged workers freelance work, supporting their efforts if they want to start their own businesses, or providing funding so that they can work for non-profit organisations. There might be one flaw – Pristo hasn’t drawn up any incentives for businesses themselves. Costly troop transfer to Miiros BALAS, Miiros -- The small island of Balas, in the southernmost reach of the Miirosi archipelago, is bearing a large burden: some 15.000 Orinese military personnel are temporarily staying there. The noise from jets taking off and landing, as well as the contingent of brawny marines, is turning into a source of frustration for residents and local government. But a solution might be on the horizon: Orioni announced this week that 5.000 marines will soon be shipping out from Balas to an undisclosed location. For many Miirosi, though, their departure can’t come quickly enough. Orinese to stay "Cool for the summer" O'POLIS -- The Orioni environment department is ramping up its annual “Cool Breeze” campaign in anticipation of another fiercely hot summer. The initiative by Environment Cllr. Constantine Vogels is designed to cut emissions by tempering the use of air conditioning in offices when temperatures rise. Dress codes are relaxed so that workers can wear lighter clothes, rather than broiling under suits and ties. This year the initiative is moving into department stores with 200 shopping locations joining in. The ministry has also advocated the use of 'green curtains': plants grown on the side of buildings that deflect the sun’s rays. With heatwaves occurring with increasing frequency, keeping citizens cool appears to be a mounting challenge.
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    On a video screen, the figure of General Ti'Ran shown from his most recently constructed forward command point. The light from said screen helped to further illuminate an otherwise already lit area. A long square table, filled with other ranking officers, consul and the current monarch of the Sovereign Imperium. Aides had already handed out the missive from the Arhomaneia, an office of authority attached that fell into the foreign affairs ministry equivalency and more as much as the Imperium saw them. Ji'Mar had already read it, as had those gathered, the Imperium's top leaders, The Council of Nine. On his right, Lesser Prince Ajax Hur Elemmiire, head of The First Circle (Ministry of Foreign Trade Affairs), on the immediate left, newly promoted Fleet Lord Kaorin Renor Elemmiire head of The Second Circle (Military Command and Control). Further down, across from one another Vicelord Garen Thadias Orn of The Seventh Circle (ECC - Imperium Security Services), Vicelord Nize Kra'xuth of The Third Circle (Foreign Affairs Ministry), Grand Admiral Tihun Xun of The Fifth Circle (Naval Command and Control), Aria Hallas Zun, Vicelord of House Tagnik Zun and Fourth Circle (Medical Technology Services Ministry) Consul, Baroness Beira Vek Elemmiire of House Vek Elemmiire head of The Fifth Circle (Social, Health and Population Services Ministry), Duke Yasa Elemmiire Orn II, of House Olath Orn, head of The Sixth Circle (Industrial Oversight and Environmental Services Ministry), and last but not least, Thei'de Kantra Velven, head of The Eighth Circle (Ministry of Religious Affairs and Applications). Ji'Mar began..My Lords and Ladies of the Council, we are on the precipice it would seem with our most honored ally. Things have been, let us say, less than stellar following the naval exercise in what we know as the Ranke Sea. Perhaps we should have smoothed things over, but that is in hindsight to their protest. He continued after a momentary pause. I believe that we must show the world that our Cussian brothers and sisters, will not be harmed under our occupation and then annexation. Beyond those already fighting of course. Now, you as the council, must offer consul as it were to the state of things, lets us begin. I have invited General Ti'Ran to this meeting, because he is our forward lead of the battlefield. My Lord Emperor.. A gravelly voice broke through first. Grand Admiral Tihun Xun became the first to share his opinion on the matter at hand. It would be wise to agree to some of these terms, although the religious request does seem like they are fishing. I would, if I were them, be worried over the river borne economy, and I say this to you my liege, that whatever we do in the north, not affect the trade. If they were to close river access, I think even my friend ..He put it tersely at that, towards that of Prince Hur Elemmiire. Would also share these sentiments that we not do this. It might adversely affect our southern neighbor a touch, but it would jeopardize the Imperium's trade significantly. He drew up both hands, and held them just under his chin. I would say, the first and the third articles of this letter, be the ones that we agree to. I concur my Emperor. Came the voice of the mostly artificial seeming Kantra, High Cleric as well of the most dominant religion within that of the Imperium. Our wise neighbor to the south, knows that we have little tolerance for those that pursue this Christianity ideology. He raise a right index finger adorned in a metal talon of some sort. If we offer humanitarian aid and transport to those who wish to be resettled within the lands of Arhomaneia, then that would be the best course of action. The Arhomanian Parabalanoi is known to those of us in the Eighth Circle, if we were to allow them access to the refugee routes, deployment and delivering, it would better ease this period of transition. Furthermore, to ensure that it appeals to you my Liege, the Eighth Circle will consider this a moment of Holy Endeavor and cover the needs to do so. At the Eighth Circles command is social workers, templar, and transportation abilities. The word only need be given. Ji'Mar nodded a bit, and glanced towards the screen. And you General, what say you on the matter? Ti'Ran appeared to be in thought, agreeing to the cleric and the others before he spoke. My Emperor, assorted and gathered consul, this decision is heavy. So long as they are not peacekeepers, observers only, my command will allow them access, unfettered to the currently occupied areas. If they wish to ride into the combat zones, then so be it, perhaps the rebels will not shoot at an Arhomaneian observer vehicle. Those of you who have not spoken up, this means you've agreed to this? The now Emperor turned his attentions to the several house lords and others. A voice spoke up, belonging to Vicelord Nize Kra'xuth of The Third Circle (Social Services and Population Ministry). My Emperor, I am the acting voice for those that have not put their words to play, they abide by the agreements and so forth put so by their counterparts and shall abide by any ruling that you so deem to make from it. Ji'Mar offered a rueful shake of head, slow to crack the neck as he leaned backward into the simple chair that he had claimed. A slight pinch of fingers against the luxurious suit worn, as if to see if the silk really was such before he spoke.Very well, my decision is thus. We shall allow for the observers, the resettlement of these Christians to Arhomaneia, and at the Grand Admirals advice, we shall not threaten nor build up of anything past the normal in the main river thoroughbout. I expect river patrols to be maintained, keeping smuggling and piracy to our standard levels of near non-existence. Military deployment options will avoid our river link with Arhomaneia, and we shall take all measures to avoid this. He raised his right hand towards the screen. General, if they accept these terms, you will be notified of observers being deployed. Since they will more then likely have to come through the Imperium or via the sea, have you secured an Northern port? The General nodded somewhat. My Emperor, the forces of the 283rd Legionnaires 'Mzil Velven' Motor Rifle Regiment, 15th Legionnaires 'Renor Xukuth' Motor Rifle Regiment, and the 97th Sargtlin Armored Corps has seized the rail and commercial port of Ulusk near our border with the Cussian territories. Under the command of General Riksha Valk Sargtlin, the port has been occupied nearly from the start. The rail line is under protection, and leads towards our current deployment area. If the Arhomaneian observers wish to come via there, they may do so. A nod from the seated Emperor. Thank you General Ti'Ran, may your troops earn glory. The monitor faded as did the man, until the picture became black. Wordlessly, he looked over a small reply to be sent back. To: The Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion From: The offices of The Third Circle (Foreign Affairs Ministry), via Vicelord Nize Kra'xuth, on behalf of the Emperor of the Sovereign Imperium On behalf of the Emperor, The Council of the Nine and Military Officers in the field, the following has been authorized, Notice via the commanding officer of the Northern Occupation, General Ti'Ran of the Army Group Hades Task-force. The rules of war are being applied. Enemy combatants as dictated by this law is being adhered to. Those who surrender, shall be redirected to holding facilities until such a time they can be dealt with. All prisoners and conditions will be available to observers and members of the Arhomaniki Red Cross Organization. The Sovereign Imperium will allow the following; Observers from Arhomaneia to both occupied and combat zones within the northern Cussian territory. The resettlement of Christian persons to Arhomaneia, and the usage of Arhomanian Parabalanoi to offer any medical care that is not covered under the authority of the The Eighth Circle (Ministry of Religious Affairs and Applications)
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    Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm Bron Urgundy. And you're watching BS News. IN TAGMATIUM TODAY, Haris Tamieftíra (31) stole a bus with nuns in it. He ordered them to sing and drink alcohol. National media are reporting on a man who stole a bus from a parking lot, with passengers in it. The passengers turned out to be nuns returning to their monastery from a trip to the port city of Dyrrakion in northern @Tagmatium Rules. The man likely was under the influence of alcohol and drugs. The incident took place on one of the parking lots in the city centre of Dyrrakion. While the bus driver left the bus for a moment in order to pack the bags of the passengers. At the same time, taking advantage of the situation, Haris Tamieftíra, got on the bus and drove away. The bus driver immediately reported to the authorities. The nuns reported that the thief completely ignored their repeated requests to stop the vehicle. After realising the bus was full of nuns, Haris demanded the sisters to sing songs for Jesus. He also forced the passengers to drink alcohol, threatening to crash the bus if they didn't comply. Reportedly, Haris believed he was sent down to GHET by God himself because He saw their torment and wanted them to have some fun. "He said he will take us either to the disco or male striptease," says sister Maria Agathea. She and her holy sisters managed to escape when the abductor stopped by a fast food chain and sent them for "wings and booze." As soon as he realised the women were running away, he proceeded to chase them shouting that they will burn in hell. A few hundred meters further down the road he crashed the bus into the telephone pole and was captured by pedestrians during an attempt to run away. Fortunately, nobody was injured during the accident. After the man was handed over to the police, he was officially charged and arrested. A preliminary examination showed his blood alcohol level was 0.35. Drug tests also produced a positive result. The man will now face the court for his actions. He's facing up to five years in prison for stealing a vehicle with passengers in it. The prosecutor considers adding further charges.
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    The SCUL Wins Almost Every State, The LUP Left Picking Up the Scraps Following the Chambre of Representatives Elections on May 31st, the SCUL has achieved a decisive victory winning almost every state while the LUP consistently came second with the PNC winning only one seat. Jeanés Féyeau called the occasion "... a triumph of the many in a corrupt system of the few..." The SCUL was able to achieve never-before-seen success due to two main campaigning points, most political analysts say. The first one is the open criticism of the current administration and especially of the decision to leave almost half of all Shffahkians without a voice in these elections. The PNC had made an agreement with the LUP not to criticize the current administration in exchange for retaining some of their sears in the Chambre. However, this led to them losing almost all traditionally Collectivist seats. "Shffahkians are laying Collectivism to rest in favour of the Communitarian dream." said one enthusiastic representative. Second, is the SCUL's plans to make Shffahkia a unitary state. Recent NSAS polling revealed that a surprising number of Shffahkians would prefer a unitary state model instead of the current federal model. This is due to the fact that the term "States' Rights" has become seen as a cop-out to avoid issues instead of a valid argument in the public's eye. Of the total 43 seats up for elections, the SCUL (orange) took a whopping 28 or some 65%, the LUP (blue) took 14 (33%) adding to their total of 31 or 38% of the Chambre and the PNC (red) managed to score only one seat leaving them with a total of 22 or 27% of all seats in the Chambre. With the SCUL's victory, the worst-case scenario for both the PNC and LUP has come to fruition. It is clear that the parties need to adjust their policies and party lines. Doing this could lead to the early fall of the coalition between these two parties. The PNC Chairman, Jean Vou, made a statement saying "We have heard the people's voice and it is evident that the party must undergo a substantial change, this I promise to see through..." LUP Chairperson and Union President, Larue, has yet to make a statement. With this tremendous victory, Féyeau has successfully shown that the Communitarians are a political force to be reckoned with splitting the Chambre into almost even slices of three and putting the LUP and the PNC under immense strain as a consequence. It remains to be seen if this success will be repeated in the future or if this will become a fluke. Oyus and Shffahkia lead in Enolian Refugee Aid Following the end of the Enolian War, over 70 000 Enolians are estimated to have fled from the war into neighbouring nations. The sudden outflow of refugees has put the immigration systems of many Aurelian nations to the test. From this crisis, the nations of Shffahkia and @Oyus have risen to international acclaim as a result of their actions in dealing with the outflow of refugees. According to conservative estimates, Shffahkia will bear the brunt of the crisis as it has committed to accepting over 47 000 of the estimated 70 000 refugees with Oyus accepting 5 000 and other Shffahko-states such as Dasdaine and Élénore Verte committing to accepting some 10 000 refugees each without taking into account the number of Enolians repatriating into Enolia. The brunt of the relief efforts for the refugees have been taken on by Shffahkia, yet Oyus has provided both crucial funding and logistical support. The committee for Enolian refugee relief said in a statement that "... The support provided by our Oyusard comrades has been invaluable in the handling of this Crisis...Were it not for them, our efforts would've been for nought..." Despite Oyusard aid, the Enolian refugees have started a potential border crisis of sorts between @Rihan and Shffahkia in the area called the Central Aurelian Passage. Historically the Central Aurelian Passage has been a point of contention between the two republics with both sides claiming the area. The trouble in the area began in the late 1800s when the Shffahkian Empire under Eustache I began encouraging settlement in the area leading to three wars being fought over sparsely populated jungle. As Enolia and Paranne became independent respectively the question about who owns the area was not solved leading to Paranne and Enolia employing various tactics of gaining influence in the area from building roads to hiring local militias and gangs to destroy said roads. When Enolia was entangled in a war with Rihan, Parannais Lyso-Unionists, most prominent of which was the former president of Paranne Émeric Dutoit, pressured Larue and her administration to increase influence in the region and to even send in the army. Union President Larue, for her part, refused to send soldiers into the area opting to send civil servants to aid refugees thereby increasing the Shffahkian grip on the area. It is crucial for the future of the Aurelian League that Rihan and Shffahkia find common ground. Larue Calls For LUP Openness Following the results of the election and the end of the Enolian war, Union President and LUP Chairperson Laure took to social media to announce her plans to "... open a constructive and free dialogue between the LUP and its supporters..." The goal of this new open dialogue is to redefine the LUP as a Collectivist Party that is not situated on the left or the right. "The Lyso-Unionist Party is not on the left or right, it is ahead." Larue said during her televised and live-streamed speech. According to professional political analyst, André Azaïs, Larue is branding the LUP as a Neo-Collectivist party. Neo-Collectivism refers to the political ideology that advocates for the greater collective good as opposed to individual freedom or anarchy regardless of political affiliation. "The solution that works best for most people is the solution the LUP will advocate." Larue claimed in her speech. Whether the rebranding of the LUP as post left and right will work or not will remain to be seen but for many party members and politically engaged Shffahkians, this has proven an opportune moment to put their ideas into the party's thinktank. Critics say that Neo-Collectivism is an undefined ideology on par with Technocracy for its emptiness and vagueness. Despite this initial criticism, Larue's speech received mostly positive attention as it called for a more open exchange of ideas inside her party even encouraging her own peers to openly criticize the administration. Étherale Cryptocurrency Experiences Boom Following the so-called Crypto Crash that happened with Dawcoin from @PyeMcGowan, the Dasdaine Cryptocurrency Étherale or simply Etherale is experiencing a crypto boom. After an initial loss in value totalling 150 International Dollars, Etherale bounced back relatively quickly and now has doubled its value. at the moment one Etherale coin is worth over I$500 making it the second most valuable cryptocurrency. It is unsure where such a boost in crypto confidence came from but the Dasdaine based Cryptocurrency is riding high as a result. Étherale is popularly used to make everyday purchases in its home country of Dasdaine and in recent years is becoming ever more popular in Shffahkia aswell especially in online shopping despite the government warning about the instability of cryptocurrencies. Just as the Shffahkian government was about to get its textbook case of Crypto failure, Etherale exploded in value. Étherale creator Joséph Dubois said that "Etherale, it'll change the world, mes doudes, it's the new technology of tomorrow today as well as the super extra luxury cryptocurrency. All these economists and government officials can say what they want but at the end of the day you cannot defeat the pure power of lux Etherale has."
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    To: Masayasu Shibahara, Minister of Foreign Relations of the Radiant Republic of the @Sunset Sea Islands From: the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion Dear Minister, May I first congratulate you and your great nation on the referendum that was carried out, and the fresh new start that it represents. It is a bold and striking path that the Radiant Republic has set out upon, and I do not doubt that God will smile upon your endeavours, so long as you hold Him within your hearts. It has undoubtedly not escaped your attention that in recent months, the relations between our two great nations have suffered somewhat. There are numerous reasons for this, but it is felt by the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion that first and foremost is the cultural differences between the Megas Agios Basileia and the Radiant Republic. After all, our nations are thousands of miles apart and rarely had much in the way of even a chance of contact until modern times. This has caused an rift between our nations, and this has fuelled – and been fuelled by – the fact that Arhomaneia and the Sunset Sea Islands have been on differing sides of international incidents. I fear that your people's perception of the Arhomaioi is one of overly pious, perhaps fundamentalist God-botherers, too concerned with the Hereafter to live properly on Eurth. Similarly, at times it may seem that the average Arhomaios views the Sunset Sea Islanders as obsessed with technology and the temporal wurld, willing to play God and neglect their spiritual needs. Therefore, I have been charged by the Agios Basileos kai Autokrator to put before you a possible solution. Essentially, it is suggested that we undertake a cultural exchange, so that our people can see the best of what our nations can offer – it could be as simple as a loan of artwork or historical artefacts in order to set up an exhibition, or perhaps a national tour from an orchestra. It can be demonstrated by Arhomaneia that it isn't just a country of white-washed churches and burning candles, but the heir of thousands of years of art, learning and philosophy. Similarly, the Radiant Republic will be able to show that the Sunset Sea Islands are truly the flower of the ocean. I appreciate that, in the aftermath of your nation's recent referendum, that your government will be very busy with the transition period that is ahead of you. Nonetheless, I, my government and my monarch await your reply with keen interest. The Light of God will always shine through, Eugenios Goulielmos, Megas Logothetes of the Logothesion ton Barbaron of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion
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    Fire from the sky, It hunts us, Fell is their laughter, As our bodies burn, and our bones become black by their touch. Excerpt, Refugee's of Jethnea'la 73 Hours into the Assault of Hamai Prata-Khan De'Raz settled himself within the interior of the MCA-7H Main Battle Tank, that was a foreign design. Only veteran units utilized the MCA-7H which was working quite well in the Liberation of the Cussian Northern Occidental territories. At times he would spot an enemy tank, but such were rare. Most of the times it was that of an infantry fighting vehicle or some sort of armored personnel carrier of the insurgency forces. A rumbling thunder issued forth, and from beyond the earthen and concrete works of the defensive border of the commercial area around that of Haakon Bridge and the outskirts of the actual city of Hamai, into the outskirts and old townships that had sprung up after the walled city had filled up, came the armored fist of their Emperor. Treaded beasts lumbered as a spreading black wave, crushing vehicle and wall alike. The sensation of rise and fall was felt first in his stomach and then the rest of him as the tank drove over the smoldering wreckage of an AT-70 armored personnel carrier, falling about half way and pretty much halving it at that point. The metal flattening with a screeching sound, compacted into the pavement by the weight of their steel and chobham armored beast. The sound of anti-infantry weapon's barely registered within the cockpit of the beast, the roar of the main cannon firing a tremor easily forgotten about as buildings were knocked asunder. The futile anti-tank rocketry flicked aside as if but childrens toys. Hardly a scuff mark shown on their home and protector, numbered one-twelve on right and left turret sides. Deftness of it's operators shown as the vehicle spun about upon whirring treads, blazing a path through the occupied areas, death was theirs to deliver and deliver they did. Overhead, whirling rotor blades brought forth the gunships that tracked and dispensed the Emperor's justice where the panzers did not succeed. Running figures slain in mere seconds, gouging the earth in explosions of brown and grey while fire blossomed about. Swooshing sounds filled the air atop this deathly chorus, followed by the crumping sounds of exploding concrete, mortar, metal, glass, and so on. As panzer and gunship methodically cleared block by block, armored carrier dispensed the faceless hazmat suited shock-troops, the Imperial Templar Purifiers. They who could not be swayed, bought, or pleaded with. The foul, fell, language that carried the true Haru forth echoed forth as cleansing the land of resistance. Bullet surgeons, ceasing the last defiant pleas of the rebels before them. It is here that Khan Graer would emerge into the soot covered day. Templar squad spread out, cautiously moving forward into the urban jungle of the breached foreign city's urban and industrial sprawl. CBAR-01's positioned, flick of three fingers from upraised left arm sent a few of his unit forward. Providing cover fire from their underslung forty millimeter grenade launchers, phosphorus and high explosive rounds were lobbed with ka-thunk sounds echoing into a suspected spot. A wet crumping sound, bodies of soft clothed defenders sent twirling outwards, ragdolls to the whims of gravity. Screaming figures trying to shed their clothing as the phosphorus rounds had impacted amidst them, burning them alive only to die in withering hail of bullets. Each body given an additional round, just to be safe. Maybe just over two hundred meters away from where Graer was cautiously edging out into the urban sprawl, Pra'Non, First Ji of the Second Regiment of the 15th Legion Mzil Velven, had advanced with a contingent of Templars further into former Cussian territory, and was now hiding behind a low and often crumbling retaining wall that had protected a garden once. CBAR-01 clutched and a slight peek around the corner, allowing the display of the vision piece worn over left eye to gather findings. A hail of bullets from small arms and other weapons tore shrapnel from the wall and once pristine street. He gave the hand gestures to the rest of his squad, no more then ten to load the 40mm grenade rounds. Shouting towards the machine-gun nest setup during their distraction. As the rebel forces scrambled towards a better position while soldiers who had been advancing were caught in the bursting of that weapon, explosions of entrails and organs splashing against the streets and what once were the walls of buildings, Pra'Non and his men rose up and the " Thunk " sound echoed loudly. Grenades arced from their position into the now exposed lead element of the insurgency forces caught out in the open. The result terrible in its beauty. Limbs ripped free of their home, bodies tossed about like rag dolls and now retribution came. Pra'Non found the first survivor as they advanced, a rebel soldier of some sort missing portion of leg below the right knee. With eyes wide, withdrew the ceremonial blade, a weapon long associated with brutality as it was double edged and serrated wickedly. Raising it above his head with both hands, grip forming, the swift strike down rewarded with a splash of his enemy's blood across the bottom half of chin. A slow rise, looking at the corpse as his men did what was necessary. Bayonet thrusts to the living, while doing such. He hadnt seen the armor approaching, the jury rigged tanks that led ancient armored personnel carriers and so forth. Not until the rumble and that sort of look one takes when in a dream. Blade in hand, his rifle upon back there was nothing to be had but death, raising the blade, he screamed at the tank. The shout made the others turn or look up from sending their foes to the next plane of existence, where the next war would be fought between the souls of the ages past. The first of many shells struck home, knocking many backwards, cartwheeling into rubble when explosive might did not kill them outright. It only took a few seconds of massed firing, the first of many units of Templar to be annihilated by rebel armored cavalry breaking through, pushing their lines ever further into territory they once held earlier. Fists of the Emperor 1st Black August Royal Tank Legion House Olath Orn Sponsored Haakon Bridge Commercial Area An armor piercing high explosive round crumpled a section of the nearest building structure. Since the building was probably already weakened by artillery strikes, and not meant to be a hardened structure, it was easy prey for the S-94A Jelduno Main Battle Tank that crashed through another building. Mortar blocks, cement dust, and other debris trailed down the beast's form as gunfire rattled from the beast, cutting a red swath through the rebel forces that it encountered and or just laid down suppressive fire for good measure. Gout's into the flesh of the earth were made by the roars of the armored column, throwing plumes of smoke and a spray of dirt in the form of fine mist and clods. Augustinian Caedalus, Sengar d'isto of the 1st Black August Royal Tank Regiment, waited, guarding a position that held a canal and had been a defended position before his arrival. The rebels and the sympathizers of the area would be sure to send troops this way, and he was to defend against such. The rebels in the area were taking quite a beating, supposedly he might just find his own death, or so his commander had said. Promises, promises. Nestled within the cupola of the great beast, the S-94a, he watched the one sided battle of a rebel unit being picked off. A rakish grin formed as he saw an insurgent of some kind with a light machine gun get his head split open like a watermelon and an M80 firecracker going off. The concrete dust and shrapnel littered the area as the support gunner keeled over and twitched a bit from still active nerves. Yes, this was going smoothly. As long as they kept the spread out rebel infantry units from aiding their brethren, the purge of the enemy forces could be done in a methodical and precise fashion, allowing them to refocus their attention upon the advancing their forces northward to aid the forces advancing from the Haakon bridge position. A hand gesture to his junior ranked officers and the regiments engines rumbled to life. The horizon was an orange and red mix, it was dark in this morning, and yet the sky was beautiful in it's most horrific of ways. The light, that mixture that burned the heavens was from the war. The constant barrages, rockets, airstrikes, that were pounding the city of Hamai and it's surrounding areas made for a sort of surreal experience in his eyes. Hammers of the Emperor 107th Independent Air Defence Regiment Not to be outdone, the HAF sent it's aerocraft screaming forth from the firebases that were either already available or being constructed, jet streams carved swathes through the blue sky, followed at times by crumpled metal spinning out of control spouting flames and dark smoke towards the ground in ear shattering explosions from the impact. Advancing, Siet-Khan Ke'Bar was playing a deadly game of hide and seek with the insurgency ground forces and their deadly mobile anti-aircraft vehicles and so forth. Quickly pushed against the pedal with right foot while hand gripped the stick. Left hand against throttle control while Kenyet Altro adjusted the tracking and guidance system as the Mil-24E Hind thundered along, barely twenty meters above the ground. The 20mm Gatling cannon blazing spats of hate towards the enemy lines, assumed positions and like the tank regiment below, adding suppressive fire to the mix. Of course either side was trying to outflank the other. Ke'Bar's orders were clear though, drive the enemy soldiers to keep their heads down while the Army Group Hades forces advanced. Altro broke him from his daydreaming however with a panicked scream, he blinked and looked at the tracker. A solid pinging sound of a beep echoed throughout the cockpit. He had only moments to close his eyelids before the gunship exploded outwards. The victim of a ground based R4 SAM, that had been fired from the courtyard of an abandoned apartment building.
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    Ministry of Defence blocked Centre Alliance minister, Roger Josephson's request on cabinet confidentiality grounds The MoD wrongly kept the Army chiefs diary secret from a minister who was investigating the handling of a multi-billion pound arms contract. The handling of a £3.6bn contract to build Gallambria's next generation Main Battle Tank met with criticism last year, after local defence contractor GAe Systems said its significantly cheaper proposal was shunned by the government in favour of a @Iverican Firm, ARX Arms. The government later attempted to involve GAe Systems in the work, but negotiations broke down. In an attempt to uncover who top defence figures had met in the lead-up to the controversy, the Centre Alliance minister, Roger Josephson requested the diaries of the army chief and the head of defence's capability acquisition and sustainment group for May 2018, under freedom of information laws. But the Ministry of Defence hid behind cabinet confidentiality grounds to block Josephson's requests. Documents that reveal the decisions or deliberations of cabinet are fully exempt from FOI. Defence argued the diaries would reveal the dates of cabinet meetings, and so were exempt. But Josephson appealed the case to the information watchdog, arguing the dates of cabinet meetings in no way revealed decisions or discussions. He told The Gallambrian, the Ministry's behaviour was an example of "secrecy creep". "I support the need for cabinet confidence ... but this is secrecy creep," Josephson said. "If you give an inch, they'll take a mile." The minister told the information commissioner the Ministry's claims were "as erroneous as claims that revealing the location of cabinet meetings ... or the catering requirements of a cabinet meeting ... somehow breach 'cabinet confidentiality'". The Information Commissioner, Agnes Faulkner, agreed. "The information merely records the appointments that have been scheduled for a particular day and do not contain any further information as to what was considered or discussed in those meetings," Faulkner found. "Accordingly, I am not persuaded that disclosure of the information contained in the documents would reveal a cabinet deliberation or decision." Defence confirmed it would comply with the judgment and release the diaries to Josephson.
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    Qee'lak Luth'ol HG-02/A Heavy Gunship Northern Border Deployment Zone The aerocraft that carried General Ti'Ran, and his personal bodyguard of Tagnik Zun, was none other then the fast support rotorless helio " Qee'lak Luth'ol ". A heavily armed gunship slash transport carrier used by every legion of the Haru military machine. Painted an off-white, it skimmed across mountain and flat ground alike, with it's navigator pinging out radar imagery so that the already deployed and crossing the border forces of Army Group Hades would see them on approach. It's crew of three saw the world in the deep green of the enhanced helmet vision cam. Scouring the way ahead, to the sides, and the rear for any sign of the out of the ordinary. Ti'Ran sat in the center of the aircraft while the rubber hazmat suited Tagnik Zun legionnaires, complete with HAIAR-1's clutched firmly, stood in a defensive formation. There were ten of these legionnaires, and that was more than enough for this. A pair of Wyrven all weather aerofighters had accompanied the transport up until the border would be in range. Giving their neighbor to the south pause, they would then move during the distraction and move to the Hamai provisional territories, having begun the siege of them already. The main goal would be to sever Hamai from the rest of the unified warlords though. Bombing around it would prevent the rebels and their supports/sympathizers from being able to flee. How best to do that though? Such would weigh heavily upon the tactical mind of Ti'Ran. There was much to loose as well as to gain. Fortune does favor the bold, but only if the bold can hold on. The lead pilot made a twirling motion with index finger and that was the signal for landing given to Ti'Ran. He offered a nod of head, even as eyes of light green kept a neutral front and lacked a certain amount of empathy. Ti'Ran kept an appearance that was simple, the attire a jet black pair of jackboots, leather belt and strap. Gloves covered hands and an officers cap rested atop head. Underneath was a silver shade of hair, cut down to the stubble. A tilt of head to the head of his security detachment, and a nod to accompany as the craft bounced softly upon landing. The Tagnik Zun formed up at the helio's rear and sides, facing outwards and without further words. With his security head at side, he was the first to disembark, the specialist troops following behind as he approached a saluting senior officer, Sengar d'isto Di'Ko of the AGH. General, we have at your orders, set up a forward command base near the outlying areas of the Hamai province just twenty minutes from here by vehicle. Awaiting your order of advancement is the 89th Light Armor Regiment, who at your order will proceed towards the Haakon bridge that extends into the light industrial area of Hamaii City. Following them will be the 211st Independent Engineer Battalion and the 283rd Legionnaires 'Mzil Velven' Motor Rifle Regiment. Our aerial reconnaissance shows it to be lightly defended by the rebels of the area, who have chosen to fortify further inwards more heavily. Di'Ko spoke as now walking beside General Ti'Ran, leading the way to an armored transport vehicle, mindful of the anti-aircraft fire that might spring up should a low flying transport get to close to the still held rebel areas. Ti'Ran looked wistfully at the border leading to the Haru lands before speaking towards Di'Ko. Issue the order to advance. 55 Hours into Cussian Border Deployment Northern Border-Haakon Bridge, Hamai City Siet Khan (roughly translated means something similar to 2nd Lt) Dabin climbed up the rungs of the AT-110 Infantry Fighting Vehicle towards it's cupola hatch. The command vehicle for the 89th Light Armor Regiment, serving the House Sargtlin and that of the Army Group Hades legionary task-force deployed to the former Cussian border. The vehicle was already loaded with a small complement of troops and crew as he slid into position behind the sloped gun shield. He was lanky in build, wisps of blonde hair cropped short against the scalp. Like most Haru he wore a rebreather, but not the goggles so many were accustomed to seeing them in. His uniform was specifically for this sort of environment, being a semi-tropical terrain, highly urbanised area. Red, black and light orange splashed together. Throat mic in place covered a rather wicked scar, a badge of honor from close combat nearly a year ago in the Occidental badlands. Just over the age of twenty-one, he was of the Vek Sargtlin, a commoner-military line that served the greater House Sargtlin. A slight turn about, as wearing the headset that was passed up to him and he raised his right arm. Behind the command IFV, and in front of it, were several dozen Rhidan LMV's, a popular lightly armored recon vehicle that could survive IED's and so forth. Essentially a Haru Humvee in spirit if not appearance and ability. Accompanying were another half dozen AT-110's, about the same S-12 Halftrack armored personnel carriers, and the hardest hitting of his entourage were a pair of Cbetan Light Tanks. Behind this, was the 8th Detachment of Heavy Armor. This consisted of ten S-94a Jelduno main battle tanks and four S-17 APALV'S. His orders were to provide offensive and defensive cover for the 211st Independent Engineer Battalion and the 283rd Legionnaires 'Mzil Velven' Motor Rifle Regiment in assessing and repairing the Haakon bridge as necessary, so as to ease crossing of forces into Hamai City for occupation. He waved his right arm and the engines came to life, reverberations in the air, followed by diesel fumes. Turning to forward, he lanced his arm out and the lead vehicles being the Rhidan LMV's motored forth, leaving the relative safety of the northern borderlands for the urban jungle ahead. 63 Hours into Assault Northern Border-Haakon Bridge, Hamai City The first sign of trouble came from a garbled and rushed communique from the lead element of the convoy. The explosion was seen soon after as the Rhidan came racing around a corner, only to be caught by the explosion that appeared to come from the ground up. Dabin ordered the convoy to spread apart as it was apparent that rebel artillery was in fact, in the area. As his herd of lightly armored vehicles began to spread out, rocket-propelled grenades and heavy machine-gun fire from concealed positions in the houses, low buildings and even wreckage began to take its toll. The close quarters provided his enemy with plenty of cover and freedom of movement while he was not afforded such. His command vehicle was retreating from the main road to an alleyway, attempting to flank when he saw a following S-12 engulfed by flame. The men were screaming, falling out of the vehicle like burning match sticks and then the transport shattered apart as a secondary hit split it's sides. As he ducked inside of the cupola, the gunner of his command vehicle was already hammering the house with the thirty-millimeter cannon, incendiary rounds visible as the cannon thundered. Concrete and mortar splintered aside, and then it was impacting something else. Fifteen rounds or so in, and the enemy position shattered, it's concealment boiling with fire, smoke and charred remains of the enemy combatants within. Rebels spilled out of the positions nearby as the buildings became fire traps, and he was grimly aware of his satisfaction at eliminating them with the twelve point seven millimeter heavy machine-gun. The rounds stitched across the inhuman forms that twitched or spazzed across the road and grassy areas. For every kill the rebels might have earned, they were mercilessly being routed. The enemy as he relayed his report live and without consideration of say, profanities, that the enemy was poorly trained though determined. He reported that ten minutes into the combat,the enemy force already lost a sizable portion of their defensive positions and what makeshift technicals and or other 'armor' possessed, he was in the process of removing with ruthless and disciplined fire. An explosion echoed his report as dirt clumps, mortar, and rocks spanged off the side of the command vehicle. The thirty millimeter was barking more now, streaming deadly tungsten tipped rounds towards the enemy. An enemy infantry fighting vehicle new twenty years ago or so, died a glorious death, buckling and then exploding outwards, catching wayward rebels with hot pieces of shrapnel that carved through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. The remainder of the rebel forces fought, valiantly but ultimately without hope. One by one vehicles were destroyed, until the last, the lone rebel vehicle, a decades old tank sporting numerous jury rigged patches and 'reactive armor' already hit a few times, but still alive was bouncing it's way through a variety of buildings and positions. Treads clanking, it's maingun spewing fire as it's anti-personnel weaponry rattled time and time again. It's death was however quite spectacular, if more then overkill. While roving about, it was presenting a hard target for the HIL artillery and due to it's close nature to friendly infantry positions, said artillery was sporadic. Having closed the distance, the rebel tank had effectively crossed the gap between enemy fire suppression, but had found itself in the throes of the 89th's light armor and infantry units. As it trudged past a small two story building, an explosion rang out followed by the sound of metal flapping against metal and earth. A thermobaric rocket propelled grenade gone off and displaced the tracks on the old rebel tank. As the turret began to turn towards logical placement of the enemy, no less than a three more of the same type of rocket-propelled grenades struck the body of the tank from two different directions. It vanished in a hail of fire, the turret completely blown from the main body, landing some twenty feet away. The body itself cracked and split apart, throwing metal and fire in a three hundred sixty degree area.
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    Thursday, 3 January, Year of Our Lord 2019 St. Murphy’s Cathedral, Deopolis Inner Chambers of the Palace Cardinal Patrick Agrilo walked through the connection of rooms that was the Inner Chambers. These rooms, separated from the public eye, served as the private cogs of the machine that was the Salvian Catholic Church. All doctrines, bulls, traditions, and everything else originated or passed through these sections of rooms and offices. The rooms, while certainly large by conventional standards, were not nearly as large as those inside the Cathedral. Separated by the St. Benelian Courtyard, the Papal Palace connected to the more famous Leotine Chapel through two long hallways, wrapping around the courtyard and forming a bell-shape. The hallways and rooms of the structure, emulating that of the Cathedral itself displayed the opulence of the Church. Decorated with Renaissance era frescos and paintings, the ornate design of the building took breaths away. The colorful and intricate illustrations and images breathed an air of life into the building. Exiting his office, he quickened to a brisk pace as he sought for what he was looking for. Agrilo was the Administrator Curiae of Deopolis, meaning that he was the overseer and conductor of almost all of the administrative duties in the whole Church. In his 50s, he was rather young to be a cardinal, but through clever plays by the Ordo he had successfully be instituted by the previous pope. Soon after, that pope conveniently retired amid even more convenient scandal, opening up the papacy once more. In this office of power, Agrilo was able to stall and delay elections, as the Ordo worked more young men to the upper echelons of the clergy through him. He loved the power and concluded that he would be the one chosen to be the new pope by the Ordo. But his dreams were rudely interrupted by a lowly priest from St. Paul’s. While Kevin was never a serious (or at least favored) candidate for the papacy among the Ordo, his ideas were valued by the group. Patrick furrowed his brows at the thought. Rogers was the one who moved the focus away from Agrilo and towards an older cardinal, John Roberts, an older man, more entrenched in the Church’s power structure. But he of course was not at the top just yet. And without a pope, the men at the top were part of the Supreme Cardinal Assembly, the Magnissimum Comitium Cardinalicium. Those were the only people Agrilo needed to move the light back onto him. * * * Rogers walked down the stairs into the unfinished basement. Peering into a corner, he saw Tony lying in the makeshift cell, dehydrated, beaten, and only half-conscious. He walked over to him, keys jangling in his hand. Reaching the cell door, he unlocked it, picking Tony up over his shoulders. Tony only grunted softly. Rogers walked back up the stairs quietly and out the front door, the humid air blanketing Rogers in the soft night. He lay Tony in the back seat of his car before getting in the front and then driving off. Matt lay asleep upstairs in his bedroom, none the wiser. Later that morning... Matt started when he heard a very loud knock on his front door, accidentally cutting himself with his razor in the process. Cursing, he quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried downstairs. Peering through the peephole, he saw Rogers standing in front of his door, arms crossed and foot tapping. Matt opened the door hurriedly. “Come on in, Kevin.” Kevin nodded in affirmation before walking in and turning towards Matt. “I need to speak to Tony.” Matt closed the door and looked back at Kevin. “Alright, go ahead. I’ll be down in a sec.” Kevin walked downstairs while Matt hurried up, quickly finishing his shave and changing into some clothes. He left his bedroom and came to the top of the stairs, seeing Kevin at the bottom with a furious look on his face. Matt got an unsettling feeling in his gut. “What’s up?” he inquired. Kevin, lips pursed, motioned his head towards the basement stairwell. “Tony’s gone.” Matt’s eyes widened, hurrying past Kevin as he ran down both flights of stairs. Reaching the basement, he saw the empty cell and screamed in rage. * * * Friday, 4 January, Year of Our Lord 2019 St. Paul’s, Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception Parish Parish Rectory Father Leo had all forgotten about the note, until he saw another one in the mail in a stack the other priest had gotten from the mailbox. He was becoming worried at this point. Adam saved a lamb Millions more remain in danger Seek Judas. The Biblical references made it, if more cryptic, even more annoying. He was about to trash the note and disregard the entire matter before seeing a manila folder, with the word Judas scribbled on it in black pen. Leo opened the folder and took its contents out of the folder. On it were profiles of several men he didn’t know. Their names, occupations, and IDs were all on it. None of them looked familiar, except one. Joseph. He used to be a regular attender, that he knew. Was he supposed to go for him first? What was he even supposed to do? He had no clue. Did God?
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    “Prime Minister Tumbleweed, I think those are great starting points for discussions. There is a lot to hash out having more formalized relations between the Matriarchy and the Radiant Republic. Being members of the GIN is precisely one of the reasons we believe this new relationship would not only be a good one, but a necessary one too. We would be more than happy to host officials of the Radiant Republic to coordinate possible solutions to issues we face. Likewise, we are more than willing to send members here to help come up with solutions presently and in the future. I would venture to say that participation is not just potential but rather certain in the Manamana League. We have every intention to ensure this project is successful as we can only stand to benefit and we would be happy to increase the sustainability of the canal. Seeing the canal’s completion is considered a top priority as far as foreign policy and economic policy goes for us.” Lam stated. Epol, the Foreign Minister, and Hani, the Ambassador to Gallambria, nodded in agreement. While unconfirmed, it has long been rumored since the Matriarchy made a massive change in foreign policy that it had almost everything to do with the canal. Everything else seems like icing on cake when collaborating with other nations. If completed, the location of Oyus made it a prime location as a business friendly nation to conduct commerce, including being able to further dabble in shipping. No doubt, Manamana East would double its income. No matter the amount of money the Matriarchy invested it would quickly make it back given a little time and acclimation. “Visa policy is something we would definitely discuss as we would want to establish something in line with our core principles. We would also welcome foreign investment in domestic projects to promote growth, especially smart growth.” Epol added. She was well aware of a project by the shipping magnate in Brisore and the Kera’s desire to aid projects similar to it. However, it had to be done right. Too hasty or allowing a shoddy job, and it would be anything between riddled with crime, to being a nightmare whenever it experiences a typhoon. Regardless, it would get nowhere without some help from the outside. Hani followed and made a push. “Seeing our industries grow would also be something we would seek to do by possibly having the introduction of our own automobiles here. Our companies are flushed with cash to use for investment and have asked us to trailblaze an opening to investment abroad.” Ambassador Hani understood that to grow domestically, it needed to invest abroad. Oyus was too small of a country to see the full potential of its businesses. It is easy to grow quickly with so few people on the isles. Many businesses could become content with the excess profits and begin lining their pockets with hefty bonuses as opposed to reinvesting it. As each rose to speak, the other would sit. The multicultural nation that is Oyus with several populations of non-native nationalities had dreams of ascending to higher places in the world and at home. However, to achieve this goal it would take reaching out to the world to show that it was a willing partner in the betterment of the human race and deserving of such a reward. One of the reasons why Kayleigh Hani was so high up in the Ministry was for the very reason she understood the journey ahead for the Matriarchy in order to achieve its goals, long term and short. It was of great astonishment when she passed up the possibility of being the next Minister before the Kera chose Lili Epol. “I believe that would be what we would want to cover. As we discuss further, I am sure we will find other things of interest. There is surely plenty both our countries can offer each other.”
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    Landmark Agreement with Gallambria, Seylos Looking to the Stars Yesterday the King signed an agreement brought to him from the ambassador to @Gallambria in a landmark moment to try and move Seylos directly into the Space Age. The Royal Navy and Air Forces have come together with the government to help form a new civilian agency, the Seylosian Space and Aeronautics Administration (SSAA). Under this agreement the SSA has been committed to work directly with the Gallambrian Space Agency to further both nations interests in borth aeronautics and space exploration. For decades Seylos has lacked any sort of major aeronautics industry after the collapse of the country's largest aircraft manufacturer, Vertical Enterprises, in the mid 1970s. The government hopes with this initiative that an entire new industry will blossom, giving the country a decisive edge against others on the world economic stage. In fact the latest aircraft to be designed and Seylos, though build in Prymont, is the Harrier III variants which has pushed the Seylosian air technology into the modern era. In fact the Harrier program has already brought benefits to those that were involved, many of whom have reportedly already been recruited by the SSAA both military and civilian alike. On top of this, the creation of the SSAA has also spurred an enormous amount of excitement in the field of academics, with both the University of Selbourne and University of Norfolk both confirming they have been approached for consultation regarding the agency. The city of Kirkwall has already been chosen as the main headquarters for the SSAA not only due to large available amounts of desirable land for the agency, but also the most favorable weather patterns for potential launches that could occur in Seylos. The mayor of the city has already released in statement that he is "absolutely thrilled by the announcement and the future benefits it could bring to the city of Kirkwall". The government has said that more information will be released in the coming days to the SBC, but until then this seems to be an enormous step forward for Seylos towards the stars.
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    Home | Orioni | World | Business | Tech | Science | Culture | Health | Sports Bluepeace condemns Kipan, Rihan for renewed whaling ZUIDHAVEN -- Bluepeace condemns the Kipanese and Rihansu Governments' formal announcements to officially restart their commercial whale hunting activities in its territorial waters and exclusive economic zone (EEZ). Previous media reports did not indicate that the nations were considering this action, but the recent announcement formalises these nations' intention to resume the so-called "tradition" yet highly industrialised activity. NBK World: the [Kipanese] National Assembly has passed legislation that would allow the recommencement of commercial hunting of whales (April 7, 2019) Tlaru Aihrifv Rheilhhu: the [Rihansu] Senate in a close vote of 151-149 lifted the 1982 ban on commercial whaling (April 27, 2019) Mrs Asmanta Yelenase, Executive Director at Bluepeace (www.bluepeace.org) spoke with Roiters: "As a result of innovative whaling-fleet technology, overfishing in both the Aurelian coastal waters and on the high seas areas has led to the depletion of many whale species. Most whale populations have not yet recovered from this, including larger whale species such as blue whales and other baleen whales." "It’s evident that the governments are trying to sneak in this decision through while the spotlight of international media is focused elsewhere," she continued saying. "But the whole Eurth will this for what it is. These decisions are a clear step in the wrong direction, away from the international stewardship, widening the gap of protection for our oceans and these majestic animals. The governments of @Kipan and @Rihanmust urgently act to conserve marine ecosystems, rather than resume commercial whaling." While the whale population has seen a remarkable rebound after the 1980's moratorium on hunting, the numbers are not nearly what they used to be. The Laren Environmental Treaty recently signed in @Morheim shows more nations were willing to take the necessary measures to reduce much environmental abuse, not nations agree on this direction.
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    MEDIA RELEASE The Gallambrian Space Agency (GSA) and the Royal Gallambrian Air Force, along with it's @Seylosian counterparts have signed a Statement of Strategic Intent with Gardner Aerospace, as part of a mission to grow Gallambria's and Seylos' space industry. Secretary of State for Business, Energy and Industrial Strategy, the Right Honorable Patrick Morlington MP said the signing with Region's largest aerospace company signified the global ambitions of the Agency. "Gardner's ongoing commitment to support science, technology , engineering and maths education, including developing a skilled and diverse workforce is vital to the growth and progress of Gallambria's economy," Secretary Morlington said. "The statement beings an important partnership with Gardner, and emphasises the value of its ongoing research and development in collaboration with universities and research institutions across Gallambria and Seylos. "Gardner is a major player in both Gallambria's space and wider aerospace industry. Across Gallambria, Gardner employs over 3,500 people and in 2018 invested £124 million in research and development." Head of the Gallambrian Space Agency, Dr Stephen Phillips CG, said that signing of the statement was an example of how collaboration and engagement across countries is an important aspect of the growing space economy, both in Gallambria and Seylos, as well as internationally. The Government is aiming to triple the size of the Gallambrian space sector to £24 billion and increase employment to 15,000 by 2030, as part of our plan to create more jobs and growth in emerging sectors in the economy.
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    The Red Trials Since the establishment of the Ahranaian Federation the main goal of the Federal Government has been to make those who committed heinous crimes against the people and humanity, it is not just the wish of the Federal Government to persecute these so people but the will of the people for those involved in such acts be punished by the full extent of the Law in the Federation. Trial #19-6149001 of also known as, The Red Trials, is a case of the People against the people who committed terrible things under or during the Ivanoff Era. This trial will be conducted by the Supreme Court of the Ahranaian Federation and the Federal President will be in presence for the Opening Statement and Verdict reading. Each person will be given three days to set out their case to prove that they are innocent as it is stated by law, "You are guilty till proven otherwise." At the end of each session they will be dismissed and all will receive their verdicts at the end after all involved in Trial 19-6149001. The Procurator of the Federation Speaking: The next Two weeks this Court, the Supreme Court of the Ahranaian Federation will hear the Cases of the following Suspects and or Subjects: Ingrid Clarks- Lieutenant in the Red Army, Rolf Vans- Sargent in the Red Army, Victor Vimmons- Minister for State Security under the Ivanoff Government, Karl Karson- Chief of Station of the Intelligence Asperities in Tatani, Jakob Jimmison- Lieutenant Colonel of the Red Army Execution Squad, Gustov Ingriss- Agent of the Ministry for State Security, Kristoffer Halden-Agent of the Ministry of State Security Internal Surveillance, Gustoff Boden- Agent of the Ministry for State Security Interrogation Commander, Erika Greta- Agent of the Ministry for State Security Interrogation Specialist, Freya Nikkson- Agent for Internal Security of the Black Site in Moskovo, Helga Hans- Execution Commander for the Red Army in Ahran, Raberta Hans- Execution Commander for the Red Army in Lockiee, Robert Hans- Agent of the Ministry of State Security Interrogation Specialist, Lars Alberts- Colonel of the Red Army Execution Squad Northern Tatani, Markus Niles- Commander of the Red Army Ahran Socialist Republic. Each of these people committed Crimes that are unthinkable and indiscernible to the Children of today, Some of them have admitted to wrong doing and wish to make amends others not so much. So people of the Court room and the Justices that will decide the final verdicts and Madam President I ask that we all take careful attention to this entire case as it is not just another Ivanoff Case but one bigger than Ivanoff himself. Thank you and that is all. The Chief Justice of the Supreme Court: Thank you Procurator for the opening of this trial I look forward to hearing the case your bench has brought forth here today for Trial #19-6149001. Each Subject will be given three days to present their case and after each Subject has been hear we the Chairs of the Supreme Court will convene to discus the final verdict, upon the Final Verdict being read whatever has been decided will come into effect immediately. We will read out each subjects name and the Profile along with the Charges on that person. This Trial will be televised for the entire duration of the Readings and Hearings of the Subjects, so some Charges will not be read all the way out for reasons of Decency. Ingrid Clarks, Lieutenant in the Red Army during the Revolution and became a Lieutenant in the Peoples' Army under the Ivanoff Government. She created the Program for imprisonment of those who went against the Party and who tried to leave the Country. Clarks was also one of the main voices in the Ivanoff Government having played a big role in many lucrative events that are still coming to light. She stands by her actions and states she has done nothing out of the ordinary as everything she did was aske of by the State and by her own will. Clarks is Charged with Four Counts of Mass Genocide in Peterburi, One Count of Mass Execution of Imperial Government Sympathizers, Three Counts of Embezzlement and One Count of Wire Fraud. Rolf Vans, Sargent in the Red Army during the Revolution and left the Military after the Provisional Government was established. Vans would become one of the Communist Parties Secretariats till his resignation two weeks prior to Ivanoffs arrest. Vans denounced his Communist Party Membership when he resigned and became an key person on the actions in the Revolution by the Red Army and the Communists Still having denounced his membership Vans is charged on One Count of Mass Genocide in Tatani, One Count of Misconduct towards Children and Three Counts of Murder of the 1st sanctioned by the Ivanoff Government. Vans proclaims that he is Guilty of all Charges and seeks no way from avoiding his death if it comes to that. Victor Vimmons, Minister of the Ministry for State Security during the Ivanoff Government who was a General in the Red Army during the Revolution. Vimmons came to be the Minister for State Security while the Provisional Government was in place, he would also be the Minister for said Minister under the Socialist Federations Government of Ivanoff. Vimmons sanctioned many Death Warrants, Unreasonable Search Warrants and okayed the mutilation of many persons while in the Interrogation Rooms. Vimmons is charged with Twelve Counts of Wire Fraud, Three Counts of Known Embezzlement, Four Counts of Statutory Rape, Six Counts of Rape, Six Counts of Vehicular Homicide and Two Counts of First Degree Murder. Karl Karson, Chief of Station of the Black Site in Larrson, Tatani. Former Corporal in the Red Army during the Revolution became a favorite of the Minister for State Security, was appointed Acting Chief of Station of the Prison Camp in Stephanson, Lockiee then appointed Chief of Station of the Black Site in Larrson, Tatani. Karson has issued a plea of not guilty stating he did what he did on his free will and did it with pride and pleasure and would do it again if time presented itself to him. The charges placed before Karson are Ten Counts of Mass Genocide, Twelve Counts of Rape known Currently, Three Counts of Robbery of three Individuals, Six Counts of Statutory Rape and One Count of Crimes Against Humanity and the People. Jakob Jimmirson, Lieutenant Colonel of the Red Army during the Revolution and also the Peoples' Army Extermination Squad Commander under the Ivanoff Government. Jimmirson established the protocol for how the Army and Government would go about getting rid of the Undesirables in the Socialist Republic they were creating. Jimmirson has stated that he pleads guilty to all charges placed on him and asks for forgiveness from those who he has hurt. The Charges are as follows Twenty Counts of Confirmed Mass Genocide, Twenty Counts of Mutilation of the Human Body through Experiments and Sixteen Counts of Embezzlement. Kristoffer Halden, Agent of the Ministry of State Security Internal Surveillance under the Ivanoff Government, a former Commander in the Red Army at the Red Army Station of Strasburg. Halden was a favorite of the Interior Minister, Minister George Erikkson who took his own life a Day after Ivanoffs arrest. Halden was made Lieutenant in the Internal Surveillance Program that spied on not jus the People and Government Personnel but also Foreign Diplomats. Halden states that if he did not follow the orders and recorded what he heard he would have been shot on the spot by State Security Personnel so he followed his orders. The Charges are as follows Ten Counts of Mass Genocide, Six Counts of Statuary Rape (confirmed), Sixteen Counts of Rape and Twenty-Five Counts of Confirmed Wire Tapping. Gustov Ingriss, Agent of the Ministry for State Security under the Ivanoff Government and a former Brigadier General of the Red Army during the Revolution. Ingriss has issued a no statement and will not present any form of Case before the Court as stated on the Paper here before me. The Charges are as follows Thirty Counts of Mass Genocide, Sixteen Counts of Live Human Experiments, Twelve Counts of Mass Extermination, and Twelve Counts of Crimes Against Humanity and the People. Gustoff Boden, Agent of the Ministry for State Security and the Interrogation Commander/Specialist, also a Former Captain of the Red Army during the Revolution. Boden was the right-hand man for General Ivanoff during the Revolution hence becoming the spokesman for Ivanoff on some occasions. Boden has issued a no statement and will not present any form of Case before the Court as stated on the Paper here before me. The Charges are as follows Sixteen Counts of Rape (confirmed), Ten Counts of Crimes Against Humanity and the People. Erika Greta, Agent of the Ministry for State Security Interrogation Specialist under the Ivanoff Government. Former Lieutenant General in the Red Army during the Revolution. Greta was the main Interrogation Specialist for the Ministry for State Security, she outlined the types of torture to be used and when to use them. Greta went as far as torturing some People till the brink of death then stopping and healing them just to be able to torture them again. The Charge are as follows Thirty-Nine Counts of Mass Genocide, Sixteen Counts of Voluntary Manslaughter, Six Counts of Embezzlement and Two Counts of Statutory Rape. Freya Nikkson, Agent of the Ministry for State Security the Internal Security Division of Black Site Moskovo. Former Captain of the Red Army Air Corps and Former Commander of the Women's Battalion of the Red Army. Nikkson has issued a no statement and will not present a case before the Court, however there has been a reason given as the Black Site is still not declassified as stated by the Government. The Charges are as follows Sixteen Counts of Mass Genocide, Six Counts Crimes Against Humanity and the People and One Count of Extreme Torture of a Human Experiment. Helga Hans, Execution Commander and Specialist of the Red Army In Ahran and the People's Army. H. Hans is the Sister of Raberta Hans who both were in same Branch of the Military. H. Hans states that she was just following orders to escape with her life, she only joined the Red Army for the Money so she could provide for her family. She was found to be cruel when times were hard which got her the Position she was in, she became the Execution Specialist as she held no remorse for those she killed. The Charges are as follows Several Counts of Mass Genocide (Unknown Amount), Several Counts of Crimes Against Humanity (Unknown Amount) and Ten Counts of Embezzlement. Raberta Hans, Execution Commander and Specialist of the Red Army in Lockiee and Heilig and the People's Army. R. Hans the Younger Sister of H. Hans who both were in the same branch of the Military. R. Hans states that she took full pride and full knowledge on what she was doing during the Revolution and After the Revolution. She has stated that if she did not do it who would, she got pure joy from Killing People who fought against the Communist and were Enemies of the State under the Ivanoff Government. The Counts are as follows Several Counts of Mass Genocide (Unknown Amount), Several Counts of Crimes Against Humanity and the People (Unknown Amount), Sixteen Counts of Mutilation of Humans while alive and Twenty Counts of Extreme Torture. Robert Hans, Agent of the Ministry for State Security Interrogation Specialist under the Ivanoff Government. Former Corporal of the Red Army during the Revolution where many crimes of Genocide were committed by Robert Hans. Robert Hans is the Husband of Raberta Hans. Robert Hans has issued a no statement and will not present a case before the Court as stated here on paper before me. The Charges are as follows Thirty-Five Counts of Mass Genocide, Twenty-One Counts of Extreme Torture of Humans while alive, Twelve Counts of Statutory Rape and Thirteen Counts of Rape. Lars Alberts, Colonel of the Red Army Extermination Squad in Northern Tatani during, before and after the Revolution. Alberts was a favorite of General Ivanoff as he begun killing hundreds in Northern Tatani before the Revolution happened and it would continue till the arrest of Lars Alberts. Alberts states that he took pride in his job and what he did for his life and regrets nothing, Alberts also pleads not guilty on the bases of following orders. The Charges are as follows Forty-One Counts of Mass Genocide, Twenty Counts of Extreme Torture, Fifteen Counts of Rape, Thirty Counts of Embezzlement, Sixteen Counts of Wire Tapping and Six Counts of Wire Fraud. Markus Niles, Commander of the Red Army in Ahran Socialist Republic during the Revolution, Commander of the People's Army in Ahran. Niles was the main Communist Leader in the Socialist Republic of Ahran during the Ivanoff Government till the very last day of Ivanoffs Tenure of Office. Niles states he did nothing wrong other than what needed to be done. The Charges are as follows Several Counts of Genocide (Unknown Number), Thirty Counts of Extreme Torture, Several Counts of Illegal Search Warrens (Unknown Number), Several Counts of Embezzlement (Unknown Number), Sixteen Counts of Arson and Several Counts of Crimes Against Humanity and the People (Unknown Number). These are the people who are on trial here and they are the ones who will face the final judgment at the end of the Entire Hearing, I would like to take the time issue this warning to the Public here in the Court Room and at home. If you are not able to deal with what will be said here during this trial then by all means do not be present in the Room or watch the TV while this Trial is ongoing. I also ask the Press to wait to publish all findings and statements till the Verdict Reading please, this will help us stop the ideas that will circulate like they did at he Ivanoff Trial and I do not want a repeat of that mess. Now I will hand the floor to the Federal President for a few Words. The Federal President: Thank you Chief Justice Ryan. Now today and the following weeks are most certainly going to be in our History Books in the future as it will dictate how this Country recovers and handles its past. The atrocities that these People have committed are gravely unsatisfying and disturbing no doubt but this Trial must happen. The Core Government paved the way for this trial and those that will come after this one and it is with that precedent that we must make those who committed such acts pay for their actions and show them and others that its not tolerable nor is it okay for such things to ever happen. It is my hope that with this trial and those before and after it will help us remember what has happened and what should never happen. Thank you, I will now leave the floor to the Chief Justice again. The Chief Justice: This Court will reconvene Tomorrow at 07:00 AST to hear the first Subjects case, the Case of Ingrid Clarks. Thank you all for being here today. This Court is in recess till tomorrow at 07:00 AST all will convene here tomorrow to bare witness to history in the making. Thank you. The Chief Justice slams his Hammer down on his desk marking the end of the first session of Trial 19-6149001.
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    The Red Trials | The Supreme Court of Ahrana 14 Friday 2019 | 07:00 AST It was Friday the Second day since the Red Trials started, the First day of the Subjects Presentation of their Case the first of many to come. As the people in the Courts Lobby started heading to the Court Room where the Case would be held the rest of the duration of the Trials, they all looked at each other with a facial expression of confusion, eagerness and hope for some. Some looked for hope where the very thing of hope was not noticeable in a place like this. The Media were dressed like normal people in a court room and held on note pads and were being told not to release information till it has been okayed to do so. As the People and the Media walk in the Guards are at all exits and unlike the Ivanoff Trial these guards were not armed rifles but instead a standard Federal Police issued handgun and gear. The people got to their seats and sat and talked amongst themselves till the Head Guard stepped forth to speak: Please rise for the Justices of the Supreme Court. As the Four Justices walked into the room and took their seat the Chief Justice spoke: Please be seated and bring in the Subjects to the Box please. The Chief Justice had sat down while the Guards opened the Box Door and in walked the Subjects instead of wearing their Uniforms and Office Apparel they had been given the White Jumpsuits that Inmates get in the Prison System. On the back of each Jumpsuit it said, Moskovo Federal Maximum Security Prison. The Federal Government were not chancing it they placed them in the strictest Prison that was the closest to the Court and where they could easily move each of them without alerting people. They all go to their chair and were told to stay standing till they were told to sit. The Chief Justice then stood up and begin speaking: During the duration of this trial you will all be asked to tell the truth to each question asked and you are expected to answer truthfully as by answering untruly will ultimately end in giving you a charge of Perjury and will be added to the list of charges. When it is your case that is being presented you and your Lawyer will be sat at the Defendant Chair and you will respect the Rules of the Court Room procedures while the State is presenting its case as will they when your case is being presented. You all agreed to follow the Court Room Procedure and Etiquette by signing the paper this morning when you arrived to the Court House. You the accused may all be seated now. The Subjects and the Chief Justice all sat down and papers were shuffled at the head of the room by all of the justices, the First Lawyer was walked to the Defendant Chairs and the State walked to the Plaintiff Chair. Ingrid Clarks please stand and step forward to the door to be walked down please. As Ingrid was being walked all eyes were on Clarks many people looked at her with Shame others with rage, the silence in the room was intense and it could be cut with a knife as if nothing of sort happened. As the guard pulled her chair out and she sat the justice looked at her and begin speaking: Mrs. Clarks, you do understand all charges that have been brought forth to you and that they have all been properly explained to you and describe on the meaning correct? Yes I do your honor and I understand completely. Do you have anything in particular to add to them or would you like to make an opening statement to this Court Room? Your Honors I have nothing to add to them but I would like to make a Opening Statement if I may be allowed to. Please go ahead with the Statement then Mrs. Clarks. The Charges that have been placed on me are as they are and has been said yes, but what the people fail to realize that everything that I did was sanctioned by the Government and some of those people who were in the government at the time are still in the same positions that they were during the Revolution and after it. Why is it that I am being charged and not them they are the ones who issued the orders and the ones who told me to do what was issued. Yes, I did not challenge said orders nor did I question them, I took pride in those orders I was given and the ones I gave I would never change anything that I have done. It has been stated I created the system for imprisoning traitors to the people and of the Revolution that we all fought for, yes I did do such a thing. I believe that those who tried to flee and those who did not comply with the Party are traitors and deserve much more than what they got, they should've been killed instead they were just put to jail time. For those who do not understand the Military Way then I advise you to join the Military and experience it because now its noting its more of piece of S*** and isn't what it used to be its not the military I fought for and this is not the Country I fought to create this is a perversion of what the great Ivanoff created its a joke now. Thank you Mrs. Clark that will be all from you now please sit down, also understand any use of that language in this room will earn you a seat back in the Detention Box the rest of the duration of your trial. The State may present the case now please take the floor. Thank you Chief Justice Smith, now that we have the opening statement done I would like to take the time to remind everyone here that the things that will be discussed and shown is graphic and may be offensive to some people, if you are that person I do ask for you to leave without causing a disturbance. Mrs. Clarks has been charged with Four Counts of Mass Genocide in Peterburi, One Count of Mass Execution of Imperial Government Sympathizers, Three Counts of Embezzlement and One Count of Wire Fraud. These charges has been issued by the State or the Federal Government along with the Federal Republic of Peterburi which the majority of the crimes were committed. My first exhibit that I will show is a map of the Federation marked with the spots of which the Mass Graves are for the Genocide and Execution sites, I will also say before hand that all sites are not close to one another and they are spread out across Peterburi. As the State Prosecutor set up his map the Justices pointed to the board to have it placed in such a way that they could see it as well as the people inside the room. Okay as you all see the first found site that was connected to Mrs. Clark was found In the Village of Jamsa in the Northern Part of the Federal Republic, inside this site a massive amount of bodies were found all dumped inside the pit many of them could be seen with bullet holes in the back of the skulls in the middle back on the spherical part of the back skull. When the Forensic Personnel finished sorting the bodies into groups of how they possibly died they found another group that had no bullet holes nor any marks of hanging like a small group of bodies had. Instead these bodies were examined further and were found that they were gassed with mustard gas which is highly dangerous for humans to breathe in and to be around as it is volatile to the body. Sorry to interrupt you Prosecutor but could you give us a number of bodies that were shot, Hanged and Gassed please? Most certainly can your honors, the number of bodies that were Shot in any form were 75 Bodies, Number of Hanged was 65 and the Number of Gassed Bodies were 92 bring the total to 232 Bodies total which was on the low end of the spectrum. Mind you all that these bodies were dated to the time of the Pre-Revolution when the Tatani Conflict was going on actually. The last two sites that were found were dated to be towards the end of the Revolution when the Provisional Revolutionary Government was in power. None of the what are being called "Genocide" Holes were filled during the Revolution as Mrs. Clark was called out to the Socialist Province of Thralhaven which we suspect she committed many more atrocities but we have not yet found the evidence for those one. Prosecutor, Could you tell us exactly how the State became aware of these sites that were and are connected to Mrs. Clark were connected to her exactly. I and I believe the rest of us want to know how the sites were linked to her and if there were any leaks given to the Government or if they found documentation of the sites and so forth, basically explain how this was all found out please. I will Madam Justice Victoria, these sites were connected to Mrs. Clark due to one of her man she commanded during the Revolution and Post-Revolution came forward with information and maps that had the locations on them. The Map before you is the actual map that he gave us and it is the actual map that was in the hand of Mrs. Clark during these acts and after these Acts. The person who has given me permission to call him to the Chair for Statement which I will call forth now, was none other than her Second in Command who at the time of all Acts was normally drawing up all battle plans. Mr. Viktor Samas please come forward to the Chair please. Viktor Samas walked through the gate and looked at the Justices and took a seat. Mr. Samas you took your oath before coming into this Court Room and have swore before a Government Official to tell the truth about all questions asked and things shown to you correct? Yes I have swore that and I will tell all truths to all things asked. Very well, Mr. Samas please state your Full Name, Rank, and Age for the court please. I am Viktor Illyvanch Samas, Captain in the Federal Police Force of the Lavon District in the Federal Republic of Lockiee and I am 41 years of age. Thank you Mr. Samas, now please state to me and the Court that the map you seen in front of you is the very map you presented to the Federal Procurator not long ago. That is the very map that I handed over as evidence and that is the very map that Ingrid Clark had during the Pre-Revolution, Revolution and Post-Revolution period. I only came into possession of it when she had left it on my desk about a week after the Provisional Government was created and she had left to be in the Government Apparatus in Moskovo. I had been trying to get that map into my possession for weeks and she left the window of opportunity right before me one day. I turned it over to the Procurator who I knew was wanting to get their hands on to use against her in the upcoming case. So what you say is what you told the Procurator of the Federation the day you handed over all evidence that he asked for? Yes everything I gave him is what he asked for. Did the Procurator offer you anything I nreturn? No, he knew my wrap sheet for during the war and I did not hide the fact that I had a few things that would considered a Crime. When he asked me if I knew about my record of crimes and charges that were being brought against me I stated yes and understood jail time involved. I was recently let go from the Peterburi Correction Facility for my Charges and I have since been given a job in the Federal Police since I knew the structure and how to run the system of the Police. If I remember correct you just got out of the Facility last week serving a 15 month sentence correct? Yes Correct. Very well that's all the question have for you, you may leave and I levy for the Defense to be able to call him forth again if need be your honors. Your Honors I motion for a quick recess for say thirty minutes before my next piece which is highly disturbing. Very Well Councilor for the State we will allow the recess we will motion for a thirty-five minute to allow those who wish to leave to leave. (To Be Continued)
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    "Why, Mom?" When i was still a little kid, my mom always hugged me when i went home after school. It was always such a lovely hug. She then whispered to me, while still hugging my little body, "My little Rami, study hard so that you may work with those suited men out in the big cities. Don't end up as a poor farmer, like your mom and dad did. Staying here will get you nowhere." That's the words she whispered to me during my time in school. I didn't really understand what she really meant then, but deep down, i kept her words inside my heart. After graduating from high school, i immediately went to look for college in Ratunara, the nearest city from our little village. I had understood her words, and so were others in my village who were looking for the same opportunity in Ratunara. That was when i heard that a group of boy were going to apply for military academy. I went with them, confident that i will be accepted. I was a prodigy in my class, thanks to my mom's harsh lesson during my time in school. At times i complained, but now it all paid off. I didn't told my mother that i applied to a military academy, wanting to give her a pleasant surprise when i got accepted. And surely, i was accepted to the Gen. Mutalita Military Academy, named after the famous general from Selayari Civil War, forty years ago. I ran to the house after i got the letter that brought the good news, screaming with joy inside the house. Mom will be proud of me, i thought. And so i went to tell her. Her expression was unreadable while i was telling her the good news. She immediately walked away to her room with somber expression. I was utterly confused. Wasn't she supposed to feel the joy that i was feeling? After all, i was going to fulfill her wishes by moving into the big city. Mom cried in her room that night. She didn't sleep at all that night, so did I. I never understand why. Thirty-seven years later, and now i'm standing in her room, unoccupied safe for her cat that somehow managed to sneak in. She just died peacefully, three days ago in this very room. The bed is still made, the furniture still looks as if mom just polished it this morning, and there it is, the picture of my graduation night on the nightstand. It is as if she only left for the market, and will come back with food to cook for, like she always do when i still lived here. I open her wardrobe, and as expected, i found piles of clothes. But on the bottom of the wardrobe, there are papers. Curious, I take one in my hand and read it, 'To Vaniyara,...' Vaniyara, dad's name. These are letters, addressed to my dad. This is such a surprising find. She never really willing to talk about dad, only that he was a good-hearted man when he was still alive. Something must happened to him, about his death, but i never found out. Mom is always full of mystery and surprise, i think to myself. The letter i just took is dated August 19th 1982. The date where i got accepted to the military academy. I open the letter immediately, curiosity taking the better of me. "I do not know what should i do, oh my husband. If you were still here, you will know what to do. You always do. You are the wise one. But then if you were still alive, there wouldn't be any complications tonight. I still remember as clear as the day when you said that we would never let our son to become a soldier. You know first hand how difficult a life as a soldier was, especially during the height of the war. After your death in the battlefield just days after our little Rami was born, i took the words to my heart. Now, tonight, he brought the news that he is going to the military academy. That damned academy that trained soldiers that killed you years ago. Deep down, i know that he is doing it for me. He is going to live in the city like we dreamed of, before your death. Before the war. But how can i let him turned himself, unknowingly, into a killing machine for the king that we fought against then? My heart breaks into pieces. I don't know what to do. Oh my husband, how i wish you were still here beside me." Another is dated a week later, August 26th 1982. "Our little Rami finally depart for the city. He doesn't understand why i didn't feel joy that he must've felt. Why i cried at night. I wish i could tell him, but i just couldn't bring myself. How could i share this suffering of mine with him? He is still such a sweet little kid. I let him go to the academy. I could stop him. I would do anything to fulfill your words that our son should never become a soldier. But what i couldn't do is breaking his heart. He is such a happy man, oh Vaniyara. I hope you forgive me, my husband..." Tears filled my eyes, so much that i can't read the rest of the letter. Not that i need to. Now i understand why mom was never happy with my military life. Why Mom always wept days after my birthday. It's the date when Dad died. She hid such a burden for years, trying to keep me happy with her best effort, despite the turmoil inside her heart. Part of me hate her for keeping this away from me. I deserve to know this, yet she never shared it with him. But the other part of me love her so much for what she had done to keep me happy, despite her shortcomings. I weep so hard like i never do in my whole life. The sound of a book falling down the wardrobe wake me up from my weeping. A non-descript notebook, with yellowing pages inside it. A letter is tucked inside the notebook. I take the letter, and read it. Tears almost wet the letter, if not for my quick reflex. "My little Rami, i would've never let you in to the life that I and your dad took in. But you must know, i kept this life of mine from you for your greater good. But if you read this letter, that means i've trusted you enough, or that i've met your dad in the afterlife. You must know, my boy, about the secret organisation that your dad died protecting for. It's what they call 'the Blood Crown' movement this day..."
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    Ladies and Gentlemen, our special broadcast tonight is of our southern neighbor, known now since our return to the wider world as Arhomaneia. By whatever name our honorable friend, or our worthiest of foes so wishes to call themselves, so be it. We know this name now, let it be burned into the minds and hearts of all loyal citizenry. They crow to us now, about the decency of war, and the military activities, specifically if you will remember, when we covered the naval exercises in what we view as the Ranke Sea, and is known to them as Krankes Thalassa. Somewhere, they wish to rationalize this with their view of a deity and that such makes it their divine right, to call upon the Haru peoples, to denounce our livelihoods and our dreams of a greater future, to pad their own nest. I say, let them continue to crow. If they wish to embargo our trade rights, then perhaps we should show them our spears. Maybe running them throu... Citizenry, foreign residents and our audience abroad. We at Imperial News Nightly deeply apologize for our previous anchors responses. Following a removal of anchorman Fas'ri Vendal, senior correspondent, concerning inappropriate responses and opinions, INN shall take a non-political stance from this point on in handing out news and stories that concern our citizenry and our foreign audiences concerning life within the Imperium and its activities.
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    Just hours ago, Haru Imperial Legionary this evening repelled three big attacks by militants in the former Cussian territory of Hamaii province, the Ministry of Defence said. Legionary sources on the ground have been quoted as saying somewhere in the neighborhood of roughly five hundred Cussian militants, seven tanks, and about thirty pickups mounted with heavy machine guns had taken part an attempted attack on staging forces near and pushing past the northern border. The ministry said that Cussian militants based in Hamaii had also launched a missile attack on the forward operating AGH base of Hmey air base on Wednesday, but that their missiles were either shot down or did not reach their target. Activists and rebels say opposition fighters have been on the retreat of late, most recently a village on the edge of their stronghold in northwestern Beautancus. Naji al-Mustafa, a spokesman for armed factions, says the fighters lost control of Kfar on Wednesday in an overnight counteroffensive, as AGH forces officially crossed into the area and pressed an overwhelming presence. By morning, Haru Imperial Legionary forces had begun deploying occupational forces into the area, seizing locals for re-education and resettlement.
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