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  1. 4 points
    8 JUNE 2020 | 2200 Romeo Time CC to Terminal /2FLTHQ-7CAPGRU (GRULDR)/ -POSTION: [ 55°20'56.67"N | 68°48'52.92"W ] 7-CAPGRU | NEW ORDERS ORD: UPDATE PATROL MISSION; Assume Counter-Piracy Posture -7-CAPGRU clear to conduct AIR RECCE and VBSS- at GRU LDR discretion -STBY for further orders ATTITUDE: ALERT-2; Presume hostile armed vessels are present in AO -Retain speed to last confirmed heading -All ahead slow and await orders approaching last heading point NOTE: PEACETIME ROE APPLIES -Confirm with 2FLT HQ prior any operation. /SEE ATTACHED/ --- Number 7 Capital Task Group, flagged by the Amphibious Assault Ship-turned-Light Carrier, VRI Bonifacio, received its orders the night following the attack on BMV Santo Joao. Though ship intelligence had already been aware of the situation given the radio transmissions exchanged on the civilian band and had tracked the Belearean (@Beleareas) naval operation using the available OSINT AIS, the group held its routine patrol pattern and awaited orders from Number 2 Fleet Headquarters, Office of Armada Operations as was the norm. Attempts to offer assistance would be futile, given the distance and not within the Armada Iverica's area of responsibility. Instead, Bonifacio raised its alert level, dispersed its escorts in a protocol mandated formation, and sent intelligence to Fleet HQ. That evening, Bonifacio's CIC recieved the above encrypted response along with a data packet detailing known intelligence and a number of new mission protocols to be assumed at the Group Leader, Vice Almirante Alberto Dei Costas', tactical purview. Given the number of unknown variables, this meant that any operation would be almost entirely in the Vice Almirante's hands. Given clearance, the carrier Bonifacio immediately launched one of its two SUA-20E aircraft equipped for maritime surveillance. Alternating flights would continue regularly over the shipping routes closest to the group--largely to reassure and dissuade maritime authorities from declaring a moratarium on commercial acitivities. Under the justification of the recent pirate attack, part of the Bonifacio's escort, three guided-missile frigates, held boarding teams on standby to deploy via RHIB. They were to conduct visit-board-search-and-seizure (VBSS) operations on suspicious vessels in the area.
  2. 3 points
    The following news post is related to The Imperium Reunited. Home | Wurld | Salvia | Business | Politics | Church | Opinion | Tech | Entertainment l Sports  The Legacy of Gaullis: Salvian Nationalist Book Tops Bestseller Lists Across Salvia The cover of the book proudly features a prominent Salvian nationalist banner, dubbed by such people as the "Banner of Unity" or "Salvia's Glory" As protests engulf the Salvian wurld, nationalists advocating for Salvian unity have begun to demand for change louder and louder. Simultaneously, they have been given more of a voice on the national level, with several Concilio representatives beginning to heed their constituents call for political union with neighboring Salvian states and bringing their cries to Alexix Hall. In Alvernia, the leader, President Marco Marzeni, has continuously advocated for Salvian unification. Isolated pockets of protests in Tanemum have also been observed, however all have been peaceful and limited to small demonstrations. With the context in mind, it's not much of a surprise to see the book The Legacy of Gaullis top bestseller lists in cities across the Salvian wurld, from the Sicani Islands to Tanemum. The book, written by noted Salvian historian Marcus Samani, analyses the consequences of the rule of the Gaullius dynasty, who were in power from 1261 to 1563. Becoming rulers of Salvia with the establishment of the Sanctum Salvae Imperium Catholicum by King Joseph I, the following centuries of prosperity and conquest would make Salvia the strongest its ever been, stretching from Tanemum to the Nuabodante Mountain Range on the southern island. The expansion and subsequent occupation of these areas for centuries would lead to ethnic Salvians becoming the majority in the region as settlers and their families rushed into the new land, replacing the ethnic Marenai's majority. These regions, now independent states separate from the SIC, find themselves culturally, ethnically, economically, and religiously linked to their sister countries. In the latter half of his book, Samani looks to the present and potentially future ethnic conflicts in Alvernia and northern Salvia and the growing Salvian nationalist movement as evidence that a united Salvia, such as one seen until the People's War, is inevitable and even desirable. While some historians have criticized the book, it has largely been approved by the historical community, with the novel being previously peer-reviewed dozens of times over. So what's the big deal anyways? Correspondent Maria Tanya While a majority of ethnic Salvians are not supportive of the nationalist cause, there is a large minority that continues to grow and is the most vocal its ever been. Especially through the use of social media, Salvian nationalists have been rallying support for such a movement since the 80s, and now finally seem to be in a place where they could pose as a legitimate political force if they choose to unite as one. Yet disagreements, such as which Salvian nation would lead the movement towards unification as well as many more remain unanswered. The fact remains, however, that Salvian politicians can not ignore this movement that once only saw consideration in the government of Alvernia and nowhere else. The movement now sees serious support from Salvians in the SIC, with even some Concilio representatives hopping on. Despite the many issues within the movement that drive its supporters apart, it may not be long before these issues are solved and a united Salvia can be realized once more. As the popularity of Samani's book illustrates, there are many that are, if at least not supportive of the movement, at least interested in it enough to read this book.
  3. 3 points
    To: The @Iverican Executive Ministry and the Cámra Nasional From: The offices of The Third Circle (Foreign Affairs Ministry), via Duke Sias Hu'yan, on behalf of the Empress of the Sovereign Imperium To whom this may concern in the Executive Ministry, Vicelord Nize Gra'kuth is no longer your point of contact via the Sovereign Imperium and by default, Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Kira'Karn. It is our Empress's response however that has been conveyed of the moment. In regards to provisions and so forth for the refugees that you and the coalition have taken it uponst themselves to transport to a new land of holding, the Empress in her wisdom towards a better future, has decreed that such is to be agreed upon. For the period of one year, the Sovereign Imperium shall send transports of the needed equipment, materials, foodstuffs, and so forth for the heretical refugees to build a new land, and survive it. This will be done in coordination with that of Baroness Beira Vek Elemmiire of House Vek Elemmiire head of The Fifth Circle [Social, Health and Population Services Ministry - SHPSM]. Through our sister ministry, in conjunction with that of the merchant guilds, we shall convey these products towards those displaced. As this is penned, the Merchant Guild House, Kunya Trade Authority, shall be making the first of many deliveries. We believe that two shipments a month, for the period of twelve months. Following the colonial manuscript, these vessels shall be of the 14,500 TEU displacement, similar sized vessels were used to build our Kaldana colonial holding, and this should prove sufficient to aid in the refugees in question over the course of a year. Duke Sias Hu'yan The Third Circle [Foreign Affairs Ministry] Baroness Beira Vek Elemmiire House Vek Elemmiire The Fifth Circle [Social, Health and Population Services Ministry - SHPSM]
  4. 2 points
    Cabinet Meeting Office | 0940hrs 9th June 2020 Rettenmyr House Rettenmyr United States of Prymont "... and we'll be commissioning a review of the armed forces very shortly. It's looking like that'll be handed over to the @Ivericans. The budget is all sorted for that, I've set aside just short of β2.5 million." "Good, what did we say, around the end of June that'll start?" "Yes Prime Minister, it'll be underway by July." Prime Minister Felix Frey nodded as he added the military review to his schedule for the last cabinet meeting of June. He'd check back up with Defence Minister Fabian Thorvaldsen to make sure everything was proceeding as promised, but the entire cabinet had quickly learned that Thorvaldsen was a man of his word. He knew his industry well, having served in the armed forces for several years before moving to a career in arms manufacturing, and not once did Frey doubt that he was the right man for the job. He was certain he could essentially ignore the Ministry of Defence for the rest of his term and at the end of it all, they'd come in ahead of schedule and under budget. With cuts to the defence budget looming, this was exactly the calibre of minister he wanted in the position. "Excellent, thanks Fabian. Err, I think that rounds things up, so unless anyone has anything else they want to discuss then we can head off to the canteen - they've got these fresh cream cakes in, you won't want to miss out on them." The Prime Minister closed his laptop and began collecting his notes as the room rose from their seats and erupted in pockets of discussion. One minister remained seated and attracted the room's attention upon clearing his throat. "I have something else so sit back down you greedy buggers, you're not paid to eat cakes." A collective moan came from the cabinet as they settled back into their seats, their satchels still slung over their shoulders as a reminder of their desperation to snag a cream cake before they sold out. "Yes, Mr Nordeng?" Frey acknowledged Julian Nordeng with exasperation, hoping that they weren't overdue another tirade about how communism was sweeping over Argis and how they had to act fast and send him on lavish holidays disguised as diplomatic meetings so he could feel important. "I've been reading the news lately, and-" a few ministers made no attempt to stifle their laughter at the thought of Julian Nordeng paying any attention to current affairs, "thank you gentlemen, and it's hard to ignore the crisis in Ceris. I know it's beyond our sphere of influence but it got me thinking - it doesn't have to be beyond our sphere." Frey leaned forward in his seat as a wave of disbelief overcame him. Was Julian bloody Nordeng about to speak sense? "What are you getting at, Julian?" "Well, I know we're meant to be cutting the defence budget and all, and we've got important stuff at home to worry about such as the canal, but I thought we could maybe step in and lend a hand in Ceris. There's one country in particular, Estaria I think it is; massive famine sweeping over the country in the midst of a population crisis. The place is going to shit I tell you now, but we have a good chunk of the foreign aid budget left and it'd get me out from under your feet for a while..." "Sorry Julian, are you suggesting that we throw away millions, possibly billions of Prynds at a problem that's nothing to do with us? Did you learn nothing from what happened in the Prymontian Rus? Getting ourselves involved in situations like that is bad news, especially when we have election promises to meet. Reducing our expenditure doesn't mean spending more money. If you have leftover budget, bloody save it." "Prime Minister, with all due respect I don't think you understand what's at stake. Countries from far and wide are getting involved in Ceris. You've got @Tagmatium Rules, you've got @Seylos, and you've got more commies than I can count. Clearly Argis is the place to be and we're in the middle of nowhere. We get ourselves a slice of the pie, look like the good guys who are helping to ease overpopulation and resolve a famine, and we get a nice little seat smack bang in the middle of a political hotspot. Here, I've done some homework, you read through this and tell me what you think." The Foreign Minister pulled a thick wad of paper from his briefcase, slapping it on the table and sliding it towards the Prime Minister with a proud grin. The front page was rather bland for Nordeng. When he got excited on a project he often went overboard with WordArt and ClipArt, but this was simple bold lettering prefacing a genuine document. He was ready to delve into further explanation when Felix Frey held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. "Julian, I won't entertain this. We don't have the money and we're not getting invol-" "I will," Thorvaldsen piped up, reaching across the table and retrieving the paperwork. "Err, if you don't mind, Prime Minister," his eyes met Frey's as he sought approval from his superior. He realised that by accepting the documents he was subverting the leader of the land, and that was a move that may not play in his favour. However, after a moment's consideration Frey nodded almost reluctantly. If a man as competent as Thorvaldsen was willing to dedicate the time to slog through the mess that Nordeng had concocted, who was he to refuse? If approved, this would undoubtedly be a monumental operation for the Defence Office. If Thorvaldsen gave it the nod, then surely it was worth it. "Thank you, Fab. I can call you that right? I'll buy you a cream cake for this. Would you rather a scone or a chocolate eclair?" The Hawk's Office | 2245hrs 9th June 2020 The Capitol Building Salonica Prymontian Rus Premier Iskander Yegerov stifled the umpteenth yawn of the night and reached for his coffee in a futile attempt to stunt the exhaustion that was sweeping across his body and making his eyelids feel like they were made of lead. The role had no set working hours, but his personal rule of never working beyond six o'clock in the evening had quickly gone out of the window. Bringing the country from its knees back to the global stage had been a task Yegerov didn't really think he was capable of, but somehow he was managing it. A large part of that was down to his working hours which he didn't feel he was fairly compensated for. Every living, breathing moment of his day was spent running this godforsaken hellhole. There was no respite, no time for golf, no time to see his children, not even any time to smoke a cigar with his trusted advisor and right hand man Varg Alme. Work ran through his veins and crippled any life he'd held before assuming the title of Premier of the Prymontian Rus and he was beginning to resent it. The piercing trill of his phone ringing shook him from his quasi-slumber. His secretary had long gone home - she was lucky to have set working hours - and very few people had a direct line to his office. His blurred vision was unable to interpret the number, but someone bothering him at this time of night had to be important. He clawed for the phone and brought it to his ear. "Who is it?" His dull, monotone voice asked. "Good evening Premier, it's Fabian Thorvaldsen, Defence Minister." "You're not my Defence Minister." "Of course I'm not, don't play with me. I don't call you very often, Premier. Please spare me just a moment." "What do you want? Why are you calling me at this time of night?" "I appreciate that it's late but I don't particularly want to delay this conversation any longer than necessary. This morning our Foreign Minister -" "Julian Knobhead?" "Yes, he handed me a file that caught my attention. I'm sure you're aware of the crisis in Ceris and we've identified a candidate for assistance -" "You're going to assist them like you assisted us? Shall I call ahead, tell them to expect massacres and incompetency in return for handing over their freedom and self-respect?" "Premier, stop interrupting me and f*cking listen. Pull your head out of your arse. You're running the shitty Slavic version of Prymont, you're in no position to piss me about." Thorvaldsen took a moment to gather himself after his uncharacteristic outburst, a moment which was filled with silence. For once, Premier Yegerov hadn't interrupted. His words had been harsh, but he'd earned the respect of the man he sought an audience with. Insulting the Premier and getting away with it was a luxury typically only awarded to Varg Alme and Yegerov's wife, but Thorvaldsen was not to be trifled with, especially when his bed awaited. "Excuse me for that... I appreciate that it's late and you'll want to retire shortly so I'll save you the details. In fact, I'll forward you the email now... there we go, you can read that at your leisure. In essence, we need to rally the troops and form some sort of Estarian Task Force, Estaria being the country we've set our sights on." "We? Why do you need my help?" Yegerov saw the pop-up notification appear on his screen and scanned through the email as he listened to Thorvaldsen. "Frey is only approving the operation as long as we keep spending as low as possible, and that means I can't deploy as many troops as I want to. I don't suppose you'll have, say, five hundred of your Sarov boys lying around waiting for some action?" Yegerov breathed a prolonged, heavy sigh. He knew exactly where this was going. Perhaps it was less to do with budgeting and more to do with the Sarov being the higher skilled force, but Thorvaldsen wanted his help and he had no good reason to refuse. Deploying the Prymontian Rus Sarov Army would help keep them slick and ready for any conflict at home, and they weren't doing much other than lazing about the Canamo Canal and gallivanting after imaginary pockets of Circle of Death survivors in the south. A change of scenery and pace would do them good, but Yegerov wouldn't let them go easily. "You're cocks and I hate working with you. What's in it for me?" "Oh I don't know Premier, your men stay fighting fit and you get some recognition for doing some good in the wurld once... Plus, the country is suffering from some incredible overpopulation. We can take the @Variotan route and send some of them over here, give you a bigger workforce and more innocent souls to scam some taxes from?" Thorvaldsen was playing all of the right cards. It didn't help that Yegerov yearned for his bed and this phone call was the only thing between him and an all-too-short sleep, but he couldn't hold out any longer. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood. You'd better hope this email isn't full of shit. Get a flight over here and we'll talk." "Thank you Premier. Sweet dreams." The line clicked and Yegerov let out another sigh as he set the phone down. He rubbed his weary eyes and sat back in his chair, wondering what he'd just committed to. It'd been a tactical move from Thorvaldsen, a man who had been trained to know his enemy and to target any weaknesses. It was no secret in the elite circle of Prymontian politics that Yegerov was a grumpy fart that often worked late into the night, and catching him just before he left the office was part of the plan. Leave out the details, secure a promise, and figure the rest out in person. Yegerov would struggle to sleep as he thought back on the conversation and the contents of Nordeng's plan while Thorvaldsen would be the one having sweet dreams.
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    Most island nations struggle daily with depleted fish stocks, inadequate waste management, ship pollution, degraded reefs, dwindling freshwater supplies, and poverty. In general, the farther an island nation is from global markets, the poorer it is. Distance makes everything more expensive; oil prices in particular tend to be extremely high owing to transportation costs. The more remote islands also tend to lack communications infrastructure, access to information technology, and adequate numbers of trained professionals, including engineers, doctors, and teachers. Island nations are also uniquely threatened by price shocks from economic globalization. Most island nations depend heavily on tourism, foreign aid, and a limited range of exports like sugar and bananas. Thus, The Imperium in addition to its one year agreement of supplying products and materials to aid the recently displaced refugees build a nation anew, one where their faith can flourish, A preferential trade strategy between the island nation of Gerenians and the Imperium will be presented after a years time, to whomever the island nation elects as a representative. Known as the ICN-T Agreement is to be set in increments by the Imperium for ten years in existence as part of a deliberate effort coordinated by the Imperial government establish a trade route, benefiting both sides, especially since the island nation could impose import tariffs and other taxes. The 30-page strategy lays out a detailed agenda focused on issues such as climate change, sea level rise, natural disasters, waste management, water resources, energy, technology, sustainable development, and tourism. The Council of the Nine was forthcoming in its support for the island and its citizens, Gerenians refugees from the former Glorious Dominate, now occupied by the Imperium, and renamed, now as a province of the Greater Imperium territories. Which is critical because the Imperium can provide aid and comprise key markets for island exports. But these claims could be met with some resistance, the Gerenians are after all displaced. Forced to leave because of religious differences, and this could be a barrier to the strategy to be offered. However, the Council of the Nine has stated that they shall under the auspices of attempting to repair damage done via the previous leadership, offer concessions to the island protectorate nation. Such as access to duty-free export markets and high levels of developmental aid. Kalye Support, a Kaldana based nonprofit company that promotes sustainable development projects within the Imperium, argues that nations need to emphasize sustainable tourism as a cornerstone of development. With this approach, the Gerenians island nation should recognize that resource attractions—for instance, coral reefs—can’t be protected in isolation from their larger ecosystems. Conservation should address large natural areas rather than small pockets with tourist appeal, such as specific beaches, Kalye Support says. Moreover, they add, the island nation should strive for greater community ownership of tourist enterprises to ensure that natural resources are available for future generations. With a greater stake in tourism, Gerenians islanders may do more to prevent coastal pollution and to regenerate the coral reefs that will attract visitors and sustain local ecosystems. Other experts point out that economic diversification is also essential for islands that depend heavily on tourism. “The traditional generic island tourism product that readily attracts foreign earnings—sand, sea, coastal hotels, and so forth—are the very amenities that are under threat. The challenge here is the development of a tourism product that is attractive outside of the traditional attractions,” says sources from the Imperial Trade Authority. Economic diversification is essential for those economies that are heavily dependent on tourism. “Otherwise,” he says, “the Gerenians may be setting up themselves for a greater fall—putting all their eggs in a very vulnerable basket.” Ultimately, the island protectorate nation could be a world treasure whose health may portend the future of its inhabitants and the millions who come visiting every year have a stake in their survival. As the waters and the pressures rise it remains to be seen whether the Gerenians island nation will sink or swim on its own, a boon if it did so after the year of support initially stops, and if the strategy of support is accepted or not.
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    New YUUL E-Cigarette Takes Island By Storm June 9th, 2020, FY34 Announced Monday, Androni Commercial Solution's new electronic cigarette, named YUUL, has become an overnight sensation, selling out online a week ahead of it's debut in stores. The YUUL retails for ₿50, and comes with 4 'Pods'. Additional 'Pods' can be purchased in a 4 pack for ₿25. The pods come in eight flavors; mango, mint, citrus, bubblegum, cherry, banana, champagne and salted caramel cheesecake, as well as coming in both nicotine or caffeine variants. An exclusive Variotan version will include a cocaine flavor, and will be available online and in stores on July 31st, 2020, FY34. The products success can be partially attributed to the advertisement campaign, featuring chairman Yiu Amistacia using the product. Approved for sale by Anvie LTD, CEO Fatima Galvan reports that, "The YUUL is great, I've been using it for a while now, and I haven't experienced any negative side affects. My favorite flavor is definitely salted caramel cheesecake, but I did get to try the Variotan cocaine version, and that's good too."
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    Recipients: All Iverican Embassies Foreign Embassies on Iverican Soil Subject: Memo of Recent Statements Content as follows: Note that as of this day, 4th of June, 2020, the island is known as "Monarch Island" or L'Isla Monarca shall henceforth be a protectorate of the Federated Commonwealth of the Iberic Union. Justifying these claims are the following factors that we invite any concerned foreign observer to verify: That the island was de facto "Terra Nullis" with no permanent native population residing therein. That the island has several rich marine reefs and forests that are at risk of pirate exploitation. That the island has become occupied by a permanent population of Cussian refugees who now claim residence on its soil. That these refugees are dependents of the Federated Commonwealth and do claim sovereignty over this previously unclaimed island, its airspace, and its sovereign waters. That the Federated Commonwealth is actively aiding in their housing and pursuit of decent living standards by numerous forms of aid. That the Cussian refugees are unarmed and rely on the Iverican military and employed security personnel to safeguard them from hostile action. This sovereign entity shall be known as: The Cussian Protectorate of Monarch Island For the International Community: A Briefing on the Settlement Situation The Cussians are arriving in batches of 1,000 following a brief stay for processing in Home Office facilities in Altaria City, Iverica. As of this writing, there are 80,000 Cussians (50% of Cussians given sanctuary by the FedCom) residing on Monarch Island. A provisional government has been established, with one Cussian appointed by present members of the Cussian government-in-exile to be Governor. Powers are shared and checked by one representative of the Iverican government who acts as a "Chief-Advisor" and temporary head of government. The settlement is expected to transition into a more self-determined and democratic form of government once a basic infrastructure and economy are present. Civilian volunteer workers from the Federated Commonwealth and contract personnel from the Monarch Group ( @Seylos ) are assisting with the establishment of a frontier Port with several smaller townships surrounding it. These settlements are largely constructed out of prefabricated modules shipped from the Republic of Iverica. The settlement areas have all been chosen to minimise ecological damage. Areas previously stripped by poachers and illegal foresters have been selected. In addition to whatever resources the settlers have been able to extract sustainably, necessities (food, water, fuel, and medication) are being provided by donation and by the Republican Armed Service [1]. Cussian Settlers were given standardised testing to assess skills and competencies on the voyage from Beautancus. Currently, the Toledo Group of Companies is providing supervisors and management personnel to direct groups of Cussian specialist teams to build permanent infrastructure on the island, organise medical stations, prepare ground for agriculture, survey waters for safe and responsible fishing areas, educate and care for children, and organise resources arriving from the Federated Commonwealth [2]. Cussian Settlers are free to conduct cultural acitivies and free to practice their native faiths without hindrance from the provisional administration. Notable Milestones in the Protectorate Economic Plan In the first year, the Cussian economy is expected to be a consumer economy dependent on the import of Iverican goods. The settlers are expected to participate using the credit value of whatever fish and produce can be traded and whatever income is made by the skilled labourers (IT professionals, engineers, specialised surgeons, luxury craftsmen, etc.) being employed as overseas workers in the Federated Commonwealth or by the Canamo Canal Company. Advanced training and other work-related courses are to be provided by Iverican consultants and educators in preparation for future needs and economic ventures. A temporary communal fund has been established using the Iverican Velle as currency. It is used primarily for purchasing necessary imports and providing labourers with a minimum-wage salary. Deposits are made by overseas Cussian workers (currently numbering 38,000) who must have agreed to contribute upwards of 65% of their income to the fund. Donations and loans from Iberic financiers also contribute to this fund. A future national bank is to be established from the growing of this fund Preparations are being made to shift the settlement into a fishing and cash-crop economy; growing Alharica coffee beans and fishing for Tuna. The climate on Monarca is ideal for export-quality Alharica and waters are similarly rich in deep-sea fish with no nearby neighbouring economies to compete with. The settlement is expected to grow this economy while simultaneously decreasing its reliance on aid donations. It is planned for the settlers to be a participant in the Iberic economies by providing ample market for the many necessities, goods, and services not available locally. Once more permanent infrastructure is established, the island is expected to venture into eco-tourism as an additional source of income. Diving, trekking, mountaineering, and some extreme sports are possible attractions due to the islands topography and natural beauty. Throughout this plan, the settlement government must abide by Commonwealth environmental regulations. Close cooperation and consultancy with the Federated Commonwealth's economic committees shall be observed in order to better integrate Monarch's economy with the region's. --- OOC: [1] Possible also provided by Machina Haruspex if a positive retroactiv reply to this letter is made. [2] It was mentioned that the Iverican humanitarian workers prioritised skilled workers here. Potential fire-brands and activists/instigators were also avoided. Essentially, the population takin in by Iverica can predominantly be characterised as: Having a family with at least one child, having higher education or vocational training of note, and little to no record of violent of dissident crime. Naturally, Iverica is wary about taking in refugees willy-nilly. An unsustainable situation spells disaster and escalation of the wrong kind of social force. Iverica also needs to not go into debt for this if possible. There is a humanitarian budget, but a refugee population that contributes something is much better than a refugee population that doesn't. In the future, careful resource extraction and continued yields for Monarch might even see a positive economic force existing as part of the Federated Commonwealth.
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    Despite the BPK Agios Pantaleon sitting miles out to sea, off the northern coast of Ceris, the pall of smoke could be seen clearly from the ship. Ceris itself was a low dark shape on the horizon and the fires of Liechnenfax could still be seen burning, as they had been for the day or so. The blazes couldn't really be made out individually but it looked as if they had merged into one. The fires had spread out after the initial explosions had rocked the city, igniting anything that could burn. A small firestorm had broken out and swept through the slums, burning anything that had survived the bombs set off by the Sentists. The columns of smoke combing and rising above the island, towering above it. Even out to sea, the smell of the inferno could be tasted at the back of the throat. It was a mix of burnt wood, plastic and meat. Detritus from the tankers the Sentists had turned into giant bombs and bits that had been thrown clear from the explosions in the city bumped against the hull of the aircraft carrier. Occasionally, a body was noticed amongst the shattered spars of wood, pieces of plastic and other rubbish. It was fished out and handled as respectfully as possible. Although their religion was unknown, they were given the rites of the Aroman Church before being buried at sea. Some of the bodies were virtually unrecognisable, burned and torn by the destruction of Liechnenfax. Others were all too clearly those of men, women and children. The mood amongst the Arhomaiki naval task force was sombre, rather than the almost clinical atmosphere that had been in place before. There was the sound of hawking and swallowing behind Navarkhos Ethelred and he turned around. He caught a sheepish look in the eyes of the officer who was approaching him as he stood at a rail on the outside of the island, overlooking the flight deck. The deck itself was surprisingly quiet – operations against the Sentist forces approaching Liechnenfax had ground to a halt as intelligence from the ground had ceased as soon as the bombs had gone off. Seylosian Royal Marines had been acting as observers in the city itself but they had withdrawn in a panic, although a totally understandable one. The Navarkhos didn't know whether they'd actually been able to escape before the explosions had gone off. There was a good chance that they had been blown up along with the city and likely thousands of Cerisers. So far, the captain of HMS Defiant had not been able to fill the Arhomaioi with in any details. “That was a hell of a thing,” said the officer. It was the Agios Pantaleon's captain, or droungarios. The man coughed again. Alexios Tagaris looked like he really wanted to spit out some phlegm but not onto the deck of his own ship. He patted down his pockets and fished out a tissue and spat into it. “It certainly bloody was,” replied the Navarkhos, turning back to look south towards Ceris. “I'd imagine that the rest of the wurld has woken up to the Sentists now.” Both men fell silent and just looked towards the island. “We'll need to start striking targets again, so that we can stop the bastards consolidating on whatever gains they've made in the wreckage and so that they lose any advantage from the shock.” Tagaris nodded towards the column of smoke. The half-barbarian admiral breathed in deeply, as a precursor for a big sigh but started to cough instead. Once he'd recovered, he nodded. “Yes, we do need to do that. We need to talk to the Ghallamvrioi and the Seilosioi first. I don't think that the Epistrategaion will be keen to move any ground forces away from Secryae any time soon.” “No,” said the Droungarios, agreeing. “That seems unlikely. I can imagine that the Sentists will be buoyed up by their success here. They'll probably start to push into places like Secryae.” Now that would be a pain in the arse but one that the forces in the barbarian country should be able to handle. Although the Secryaeans would likely be panicking once the news of the Sentist attack on Liechnenfax filtered through to them and it would be the job for that blond rat to sort out. Ethelred was more than happy the pompous little sneak was well off his ship. Having him sniffing about the place and getting under the feet of the crew of the ship had been thoroughly annoying. The sound of a door opening behind the naval commander broke through his thoughts and he turned around. A junior officer gave a half-bow towards the two senior officers. “Navarkhos, Droungarios, we've got images back from the Defensor,” she said, her voice edged with trepidation. The two senior officers exchanged a glance and followed her inside. The BPK Prognostikator, the lead vessel in the class of the same name, had dispatched several drones to fly over the ruins of the city earlier that day. The first one had not been able to see much with either its normal cameras or with its infra-red cameras. The former had been obscured by the smoke from the fires and the smouldering wreckage whilst the heat from the both of those had prevented the latter from seeing anything either. The second drone had been downed by what was interpreted as a piece of debris thrown by an explosion, possibly caused by a gas cylinder in a slum, being touched by off by heat or fire. Whether or not that was actually the case was still unknown but it was being treated as potentially hostile action and no more drones had been sent for the time being. The sensor arrays and cyber-warfare systems on the ship were somewhat wasted in the Ceris theatre and weren't providing much useful information. Instead, the Navarkhos had sent one of the Hippikos class destroyers accompanying the fleet in order to get eyes on what could be seen of the capital from the sea. Although it wouldn't be able to get anyway near as close as a drone – because it was a 160m long ship and not capable of flight – the defence systems and the 128mm gun would dissuade any further hostile action by surviving Sentists. The BPK Defensor had got closer to the shore, manoeuvring past and through the detritus that had been blown out to sea. Boats had come loose from their moorings or had been used by survivors to flee from the fires. Some of these had capsized, either through damage that hadn't been noticed by the crew or because those who were using them were too inexperienced to sail in them. Now footage was being sent to the Agios Pantaleon of what the Defensor could see. Ethelred looked over the shoulder of the crewman who was sat in front of the console but not before he caught the pale face of the operator. The man looked deeply shocked, as did the Hemikentarkhos who had directed Ethelred and Tagaris over to the screen. The scene that they saw was apocalyptic. There were few buildings that were still standing and those that still did were shattered and burned, if not still burning. Little moved on the dock front and it was difficult to work out what was going on. For a moment, the Navarkhos couldn't work out what it reminded him of. Then it dawned on him – he had seen pictures of Sunset City at the end of the Thalassan War, after a nuclear device had been dropped on it and then a firestorm had swept through it. That was what Liechnenfax looked like. “Kyrios, Trierarkhos Makroioannissa requests permission get closer to the port, in order to look for survivors.” There was a pleading look in the Hemikentarkhos' eyes and the Navarkhos thought that everyone else in the room was listening in, to hear his response. Part of him desperately wanted to land marines and sailors to help with any recovery or disaster response efforts. Even a functional nation would be overwhelmed after such a disaster and Hodrea had been far from a functional nation. Or they could pick up survivors from the sea, take them on board and give them treatment – fishing out bodies from the water was starting to grind down the morale of his people. But then they would also be aware of the problems – they would have no idea how to differentiate innocent survivors from any possible undercover fanatics, who could wreak havoc on his crews. The Trierarkhos was being a bit unfair for even asking the question, as she was an experienced enough officer to be able to deduce the problems of taking on civilians in a situation like this. The Navarkhos walked over to the communications station and took the headset from the sailor sat at the console. “Kyriossa,” he said with a stern tone in his voice. “I cannot allow any of my ships to take on survivors at this time. You know the reasons for this as well as I. The situation in Liechnenfax is unclear at this point – we do not have enough information to tell the difference between the terrorists and those who are truly in need of aid.” It would be easy for the crews to shift any guilt that they might feel onto him and turn it into blame for any quick response to the disaster. In a way, he was fine with that. It was, after all, one of the facts of being in command. Whilst he certainly sympathised, until things were a bit more clear, he could only assume that there was still the danger of more Sentist attacks in Liechnenfax. After all, the drone from the Prognostikator had been downed by something, although it was could well have been entirely due to the conditions within the city. “I need to speak to the Epistrategaion,” the Navarkhos muttered to himself after a long pause, staring at the footage from Liechnenfax again. “This shit needs to be stopped. Droungarios, get the aircraft flying again.” To: His Majesty, King Aidan I of the Kingdom of @Seylos, Eire, Pleinmont, and Sark From: the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion Your majesty, I do not doubt that you have seen the images of Liechnenfax. I do not doubt that you are also as shocked as I and the Agios Basileos kai Autokrator were. Although I do not feel that the Arhomaiki response to the crisis was less that what it should have been, the actions of the Sentists themselves were beyond what we considered that they might do. Bombarding a city with gas shells and then razing it once it surrendered was horrific, certainly, but nothing compared to what appears to have been a vast use of huge improvised devices to try to level an entire city with one fell swoop. And from the footage the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion has seen, they appear to have virtually succeeded. Because of this, Kommodos III, by the Grace of Christ the God, Agios Basileos kai Autokrator, has determined that Arhomaneia needs to step up the time frame of its operations within Ceris. The plan that had been determined by my Logothesion and the Epistrategaion was that the forces in Secryae hold the borders against any Sentist attacks whilst slowly building up the resources and stockpiles in Secryae needed for a counter attack into the territories held by the fanatics, in coordination with your nation and the others in the coalition that you have gathered. However, it seems that the events on the island have moved a lot quicker than this. Therefore, I have been authorised by His Aroman Majesty to put several requests to you. In order to speed the build up of the stockpiles necessary for a sustained counter attack leading to the defeat of the Sentists, we would need to lease port and warehousing facilities in your nation. The reason for this is twofold – established port facilities would mean that we don't need to build our own and a location in Seylos would be a bit closer than those on the northern coast of Secryae. As well as that, it is significantly more secure from Sentist attack than our brave ally in the north of Ceris. The second request is that your nation makes available to ships from the Basilikoploimon refuelling and resupplying facilities in order to increase the turnaround speed for ships moving between the western Adlantic and Arhomaneia. I recognise that this might be quite expensive and in order to reimburse your nation, we can discuss reducing the amount of money that Seylos will be paying on the Despotes class aircraft carrier. Faith in Christ will see us to victory, Honorios Kontarian, Megas Logothetes of the Logothesion tou Stratiotikou of the Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion
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