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    Tomur Almas

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  1. Almas time. We're showing up AND showing out. Your days are numbered, bourgeois lice. Ah, we did bring a hostess gift, as well.
  2. Well done; you're making great progress.
  3. Yeah, we were talking about that in the Discord. We think that's a compelling way to show how Dniester is clearly lying about the scope and scale of the accident, which is going to be a plot point.
  4. Supporting an autocratic dictatorship that only claims to a be a proletarian state? Dude, you already know I'm available.
  5. 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.
  6. 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."
  7. Welcome, welcome! As Oyus said, please do join us on the regional discord, it's great fun, and where RP Mentors like myself are most able to help you integrate into Eurth.
  8. Nah fam, think I'm gonna sit this one out. Sike, you already know I'm in baby.
  9. "And when can you start extraction?" "Hmm. May, June. No sooner." "Listen, Comrade, you must understand; there's a war on now; we need this oil, sooner rather than later." "Comrade Wang, we'll do our best with what we've been given. With the state the terrorists left most of these wells in, you'll be lucky to have 50% extraction within the quarter." The mustached Bulgenstazi's expression did not change as he scrolled through his PDA. On his head was a red hard hat, with the distinctive ring-star symbol of the International Communist Economic Bloc. The team from the Petroleum Committee had been flitting around Takhar Province by helicopter, surveying old oil derricks that had been liberated from the Black Eagles. Overall, the assessment was hopeful; most of the wells had not been destroyed or severely damaged, and it appeared as though the Black Eagles lacked the capacity to extract from them in the decades that they had controlled the area. Reassessment of proven reserves was still ongoing, but, again, projections were optimistic. Wang Guzheng, turning away from the ICEB representative, looked out over the surrounding hills. It was rugged but beautiful country, out here in Takhar; mostly upland scrub and rocks, but a fair few wooded patches too. Thankfully, now these hills were free of the terrorist menace; a few Black Eagle strongholds still dotted the landscape, but it was only a matter of time before they were crushed completely. "Hey, did you hear about the Shffahkian fascist they just nabbed?" "Hm? Oh, yeah, him. Made the news in Khenkourt; I'd sure hate to be that guy right now." "Yeah. At that point, when you're dragging someone out of a hole, I'd almost prefer to just be shot then and there. Now he's gotta go home for a trial and everything, and the result will be the same." "Mmm." Guzheng struck a match on his boot, lighting the kretek that had been dangling from his lips. The sun was setting now, and the breeze picked up, picking its way between the hills through the arid spring evening. Just the two men and the wildlife, as far as the eye could see. "Alright, let's head back. I appreciate you working late." "It's no trouble. From each according to his ability, and all." As the chopper took off, Guzheng reflected on the changes the province had undergone in the past few months. In the winter, you couldn't get a civilian helo within thirty miles of the front lines without having to dodge a rocket; now, he thought, as he looked out over the desolate scrub, this place just might be useful to somebody.
  10. Howdy, folks. Obviously, war's been declared. We'll be outlining what this means for the RP below. Since last we made progress on this RP as a concept, there's been some changes to it. Most notably: 1. The absence of Derthalen as a player character 2. The placing of Rhodellia 3. The war goals of the coalition Firstly, I speak for the group when I say that, in the absence of Derthalen, we'd like to ask @Iverica, if willing, to take on the role of OPFOR in ROTW. Secondly, I also speak for all members of the coalition when I ask that the military participation of the Kingdom of @Rhodellia be heavily limited. Third, and lastly, we've developed a new plan thusly: 1. Securing air and naval superiority in the Dolch and over Derthalen's coastline 2. Mounting an amphibious landing on the southern shores of Derthalen 3. Overland, attack towards Heinrichstadt and capture the capital with all speed. 4. Respond to developing counterattacks as needed (also applies to previous 4) 5. Obtain unconditional surrender, or nearest equivalent 6. Divide and occupy the country 7. Formally declare the Alliance for Mutual Security 8. (Long term) Establish a constitutional republic in Derthalen under AFMS/UEL supervision. We're happy to hear feedback on this plan from the RP Moderators and adjust it as needed. Thanks, y'all.
  11. THE PEOPLE’S GREAT KHURAL OF THE WORKER’S REPUBLIC OF FULGISTAN Bogd Gioro, 25th of March, 2019 RESOLUTION Declaring That a State of War Exists Between the Government of Derthalen and the Government and People of Fulgistan and Making Provisions to Prosecute the Same Whereas The Government of Derthalen has perpetrated acts of war against the people of the free world, and committed crimes against all humanity for many decades uninterrupted: Therefore be it resolved by the People’s Great Khural of the Worker’s Republic of Fulgistan that the state of war between the Empire of Derthalen and the Worker’s Republic of Fulgistan is hereby formally declared; and that the Central Committee is hereby authorized and directed to employ the entire naval and military forces of the Worker’s Republic and the resources of the government to carry on war against the government of Derthalen; and, to bring the conflict to a successful termination, all of the resources of the country are hereby pledged by the People’s Great Khural of Fulgistan. (OOC: Selected listening - The Sacred War)
  12. Welcome to Europa! I hope you enjoy your stay.
  13. "Good evening, Dundee approach. Kestrel Seven-Seven-Niner descending to flight level four-zero, heading zero-one-zero." The glow of the instrument panel illuminated the faces of the Fulgistani bomber crew. They'd formerly been on standby for the Greater Serbian intervention, but, like all forces that had once been promised to that endeavor, had been diverted to Seylos in anticipation of war's outbreak. Kestrel Seven-Seven-Niner and her sisters carried 3 cruise missiles apiece; ship-killers, each packed with enough explosive tonnage to punch a hole in an aircraft carrier. The bombers of the Red Kestrels and the other two naval bomber squadrons were some of the most expensive and specialized aircraft operated by the Revolutionary Guard Air Force, a strategic assurance designed to compensate for a small and defense-focused navy. "Kestrel Seven-Seven-Niner, runway one-three left, cleared to land." The pilot repeated the information, following protocol. "Cleared to land three-one left, Kestrel Seven-Seven Niner." After a few more hours, Kestrel Seven-Seven Niner and the Red Kestrels had successfully been gathered in Seylos. They were far from the only Revolutionary Guard forces to have been dispatched to the island nation in the past few weeks. While the Fulgistanis had not contributed any fighter aircraft at this time, believing that area best left to their more technologically capable allies, there were a fair number of cargo and transport aircraft in-country. Two of Fulgistan's twelve frigates were now docked in Norfolk, and four of the navy's diesel-electric submarines were on standby in Wulumuqi. The Revolutionary Guard had been prepared for hostilities with the Derthaler Empire since the inception of the Workers' Republic, but it had not accounted for Seylos, Limonaia, and Sayf, all valuable allies that tipped scales, assuming projections were correct, considerably in the coalition's favor. This surprise cooperation had kept analysts and strategists working around the clock for months, planning and preparing. Nor had the politicians been idle; General Secretary Almas had had a direct line installed in his office to King Aidan, and the two leaders were in communication almost daily. In a way, it was quite bizarre but also entirely par for the course. Fulgistan had always believed, or at least produced convincing propaganda, that one day it would destroy its colonial oppressor, the bogeyman of the New World, but had never thought to do it alongside such unconventional allies.
  14. Is it Triad time? I think it's Triad time.
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