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       IN THIS EDITION      

                Election In Stalgora                 Pg. 5

       A Military Buildup in the North        Pg.6

              A Changing Economy             Pg. 7



Bring Me The Sea - Pt 1    Pg. 8


Bring Me The Sea - Pt 2     Pg. 9




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    Kariana Vinteress and the Federalists Win
Major Boost on Election Night   


CAPTION: A Stalgoran Citizen Casts their Vote on Election Day

October 7th, 2019                                                                                                                                   

HAVGARD - Kariana Vinterness and the Federalist have won a major victory on election night, with  
the Premiere taking 61% of the national vote against rival SNP candidate Rikard Holt.                        

The Vice Premiere took the reigns of the Federal government following the tragic assassination of     
Premiere Tore Ryland during the Summer Coup last year, and she had enjoyed a high approval        
rating leading up to the election making Sunday night's results unsurprising.                                         

SNP challenger Rikard Holt conceded defeat in the late hours of Monday morning, announcing his   
intention to concede the election to Premiere Vintress. He congratulated the Premiere by phone       
after his speech, and vowed to his supporters to form an opposition party in the new session of the   
Senate later this fall.                                                                                                                               

Accepting her victory aboard State Flight One, Premiere Vinterness was en route to the capital after 
holding a rally in her hometown of Volkden. She was joined by her running mate and recent SNP       
party member Rikard Alstrom. It was Vice Premiere-elect Alstrom's defection from his party that many
saw as the killing blow to the SNPs hopes of reclaiming the Premiere-ship from the Federalist Party.   

In her acceptance speech, Premiere Vinterness congratulated her opponent on a well fought race and
welcome he and his party's opposition to her government in the coming years of her term. She also     
stated that she hoped that she could "...be a Premiere for all of Stalgora, Scandinavian, Slavs, and      
Germans alike."                                                                                                                                         

The Premiere will face an uphill battle internationally at least when it comes to the local region.             

In the wake of the Summer Coup last summer, the government was faced with the very real threat       
that neighboring Skandinaviskrike represents on both the political and military stage.                             

Shortly after the murder of Premiere Ryland, The Republic Intelligence Agency (RIA) linked the coup    
attempt to a fringe group within the SNP and headed by a member of the former Socialist Party's own  
Rok Stinar.                                                                                                                                                 

A member of Premiere Ryland's own cabinet, the Stalgoran national had been linked to the                   
Skandinaviskrike's Folksgard, and is believed to have fled Stalgora for his adopted homeland.               

Meanwhile, tensions continue to mount along the border with Skandinaviskrike, as Stalgoran troops      
work to expand the military presence in the border region. Just last week, Premiere Vinterness formally 
reactivated the Expeditionary Fleet and budget spending on the military continues to increase in the face
of escalating tensions in the region.                                                                                                             

With the Stalgoran people decidedly behind the Premiere, she takes office in her first official term           
following the murder of Premiere Ryland in an uncertain and dangerous time for the region.                    


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Fleet Buildup Along Northern Border  
Ramps Up                                           



CAPTION: The Fleet Submarine Construction Facility at Jotunfjell Naval Base

October 7th, 2019                                                                                                                                  .

JOTUNFJELL - The steel rolls in on heavy trains in the early morning as the workers take a different  
path from the navalbase's namesake city tucked into an inlet off of Jotunfjord on the northern border. 
It has been nearly four years since the last naval contract for a submarine had been awarded and      
many of the employees have moved on to new work. A majority of the workforce are new hires that   
present a new challenge for Kovat Heavy Industries and their Jotunfjell Naval Shipyard.                      

The work at Jotunfjell will eventually give birth to the first of a new generation of Submarine intended to
counter the growing threat presented by the Skandinaviskrike Marinen whose military patrols off the     
coast of Jotunfjell and other Stalgoran costal cities has seen a marked increase in the last few weeks.

The aging population of twenty Type XVI submarines struggle to provide the high tempo operational    
schedule the Navy is now demanding, and both Premiere Vinterness and Fleet Admiral Marco            
Olonev see the Submarine Force as the first step in a vital rejuvenation of Stalgora's aging military.      

In the coming months, naval yards at Havgard and Kursik will begin expansion on their existing            
facilities as the nation attempts to grapple with woefully oudated infrastructure. In time though, these   
yards will begin new frigate and corvette projects to join the thirty new Type XVIII submarines.             

However, the explosion of new work in the city has been met with wavering opinions among locals.       

Mayor Elana Kol welcomes the naval contracts. "Jotunfjell's industry has always been at the very heart 
of the Stalgoran economy. Its good to see both the companies based here as well as the city itself         
gaining the support of the government again."                                                                                           

Tobin Hurtsfeld, a foreman at the shipyard, has a less optimistic opinion on the matter.                            

"New workers mean young blood in the city, and young blood always brews trouble." Hurtsfeld says, a     
father of six far too aware of his eldest daughters.                                                                                       

However, at the intersection of these clashing opinions, there is still common ground.                               

Fighters from the naval air station located on the base roar into the sky overhead, off to intercept a         
Skandinaviskrike aircraft that has breached Stalgoran airspace; and as the roar of their engines fades     
into the distance, everyone can agree that the military buildup is necessary if Jotunfjell and Stalgora are 
to hold back Skandinaviskrike aggression in the region.                                                                              


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ANALYSIS: The Energy Sector is      
Changing. Can Stalgora Change        
with it?                                                 



October 7th, 2019                                                                                                                                  .

REDIER - The machine seems as old as the land it is tearing up, and it is a metaphor for an energy   
sector that is starting to fade into history.                                                                                                

 The world is changing rapidly, and a growing thirst for green and renewable energy is reshaping the    
economic landscape of the world. With coal, oil, and natural gas finite, markets have begun the slow  
and steady shift towards more reliable energy sector assets. The question now becomes, can             
Stalgora remain the golden child of the Argic energy sector?                                                                  

The signs are clear with regards to the overall economic trend. Just last month, Novgard International 
signaled the shift as it split its energy sector re-investments 50-50 along the traditional and green        
energy sector. It was the first time that the nation's largest private bank did not maintain a majority      
in the traditional energies sector for its long term investments. Stocks reacted across Stalgora in         

Now many Stalgoran companies are scrambling to diversify. All over the lumbering machine, solar       
panels reflect the sun and the new direction of Stalgoran companies. Last month, Ryland Energies -    
the nations top oil company - swept up Elsewhere Solar in a hope to prop up its shares. Meanwhile,     
the government - a long time supporter of the nation's energy industry - has announced far reaching     
tax incentives for green, nuclear, and alternative energy sectors.                                                             

Even Forge Mining - the operators of the massive machine pictured above - have turned the corner on
this new industry. In the coming months, the massive machines dotting the landscape will finish mining
the coal fields here, and Forge will begin construction on two massive solar facilities that will replace    
the aging coal plants two kilometers away.                                                                                               

However, only time will tell if the shift is coming too late. With a world hungry for new sources of          
electricity, Stalgoran companies will need to act fast if they don't want to miss the world's green           


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Part 1 - Bring Me The Sea 
A Profile of the Fishing Industry in Stalgora's Distant North

October 7th, 2019                                                                                                                                  .

Vaun Oker wakes up at 3:00 AM every morning. His small home is built on ancestral land near the     
the edge of the village of Vintergard. You won't find it on most tourist maps or on any of the major       
cruise lines' list of destinations; but it is people like Vaun and towns like Vintergard that take to the      
frigid waters of the Argic to feed the nation and the world.                                                                     

Vaun looks ten years older than he is. The sea hasn't been kind to him, and his face is a patchwork of
wrinkles that read like a story. Stress lines, scars, and the passage of time have weathered his skin till
it seems like leather, and his blue eyes stand out against the dark sky as he climbs down from his       
boats rigging.                                                                                                                                            

A cup of coffee sits patiently in the wheelhouse, the cold air sipping at its heat in the form of slowly    
rising steam. Vaun is pre-occupied with thought as he studies a weathered and beaten laptop. Its the 
close of the Argic Salmon season, and the numbers aren't quite adding up.                                         

"Its the big boats." He mumbles. I'm not sure if it is at me or if its to himself, but I understand all the   
same. Vaun and others like him are struggling to make ends meet as fishing in the region turns from 
the small scale traditions of the Scandinavians who call the region home to the Industrial scale of the
urban centers further to the south. Its a reality that the farmers and the miners faced centuries before
and now it has found its way to the pristine waters of the Argic Fjords.                                                 

The massive fishing ships Vaun mentioned this morning dot the horizon as Vaun and the Sun Maiden
make their way out of the Vintergard harbor. Vaun joins the migration of small ships from the bay on   
their way out to the distant fishing grounds, and the small ships bounce and weave in the rough seas
of the Argic. Meanwhile,  the looming "fish factories" stand fixed, unfazed by the heavy seas thanks   
to their sheer size. Vaun's ancestors fought giants, he tells me. It seems he is forced now to do the    
- Homestead -

The smell of fish has followed Vaun home as he slips off his boots by his fireplace, and Caya - his       
oldest daughter - works on dinner. Her family is up from Jotunfjell where her husband took a job at the
Navy yard two years ago. Work has never been better, and Caya has had a chance to put enough      
money away for her and the kids to visit. Her husband will join in a few days.                                        

The trend of the children leaving the villages is almost as steadfast as the arrival of the fish factories   
each salmon season, and the town seems to be shrinking as quickly as it sprung up a century before. 
The schools are less full each season, and Vaun struggles to find a deck hand who can stick through 
the hardwork and harder seas.                                                                                                               

"We are growing fat and lazy." He mentioned as he puffs on a pipe, its amber glow illuminating his    
face as he looks out at the horizon. "I'll be the last Oker'son to die here." He adds after a long puff at 
his pipe, blowing the smoke into the fading light of dusk.                                                                       

The cottage is a small, two bedroom spot. Caya and the two kids are held up in what passes for a     
guest room. A few years back, the house might have been more lively, but after Vaun's wife Sibi         
passed away, its turned into nothing more than a kitchen and bunk away from the Sun Maiden. Caya 
seems worried about her father, but there isn't much she can do. She has her own children, her own  
family, and her own life in Jotunfjell. Instead, she uses what time she has here to help tidy up where   
where she can, and get Vaun to see a doctor about his back which seems more troublesome this       
season than last.                                                                                                                                     

After she and the children are asleep, Vaun and I share a whiskey. Its bitter, but it warms you up. Vaun
turns his head towards the cluster of traditional Stal burial markers. He stands, setting his glass down  
and makes his way up the path towards them. His wife's is up there. He still wishes her sweet dreams 
each night before bed.                                                                                                                               

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Part 2 - Bring Me The Sea 
A Profile of the Fishing Industry in Stalgora's Distant North

October 7th, 2019                                                                                                                                  .

The sea spray catches in his beard and follows the lines of his face from his brow as the waves crash
against the small boat. The sun climbs slowly from the horizon. It won't get far. Fall has arrived and    
sunlight will become fleeting until night takes over. Its the end of the fishing season and the pressure 
is on.                                                                                                                                                       

"Not enough fish these days..."Vaun mutters, looking at the half filled nets being drug up from the      
depths. "Big boys scoop them all up before I can get any." He adds, almost as if he's just                   
remembered that someone else is on the boat with him. He frowns at the horizon where the large      
factories churn away. They can stay at sea for days and never stop work, and Havgard's                    
lawmakers have done little to stop the advance of Stalgora's vastly lucrative fishing industry.              

Back in town, the impact of the national corporate policies reach out of the sea into local shops and  
local markets.                                                                                                                                         

"That was Tor Anderson's shop." Vaun says, gesturing towards a boarded up storefront that's faded 
lettering still reads 'Grocery.' "Closed down not long after the big boxes opened up in Tovenhal."       

There are dozens of store fronts up and down main street that have shared the same fate, and for    
many of the people still living in Vintergard, the economic side is the other edge of the sword that is   
killing their town. With the younger population leaving and shoppers moving towards the larger retail 
stores or even internet purchases, another set of livelihoods are dying at the same time the small     
scale fishing industry is.                                                                                                                         

The corporate friendly policies adopted by the Eld administration, while popular in the major cities and
with younger voters, are a major strain on traditional sectors in the Stagloran countryside. Vaun's        
story is playing out across the entirety of the country. Germanic small scale farming has collapsed in  
the face of industrial scale farming operations in the Hinterland, and machine shops that once served 
local businesses and industry have closed as industrial powerhouses like Kovat centralize services    
and make it next to impossible for local workers to get the tools they need to repair their equipment.   

While some industries are adapting and small scale and locally produced items have seen a              
resurgence with younger populations, those jobs are still focused in the larger cities where the rest of 
the population is migrating to. Small towns like Vintergard still can't take advantage of those                
opportunities because people simply don't visit anymore.                                                                       

- Defiance -

The day comes to an end like all the others. The sun set hours ago and the boat sits bobbing in the   
harbor. Vaun's boots are propped against the door frame and crowned in sea salt that crystallizes on
their yellow, glossy surface. His pipe - as much a character in this story as Vaun himself - is lit and   
emits puffs of smoke with each long draw that Vaun takes.                                                                   

"Nope. Never leaving. I'll die either in this chair, on my boat, or somewhere in between." His voice is
carries an air of dark humor as he considers his words. He is a drying breed and he knows it.         
Everyone who calls Vintergard home knows it. Its a stubborn adherence to tradition that weaves   
itself through every Stalgoran in some form or another that keeps Vaun and others here in this long
forgotten fishing town on the edge of nowhere.                                                                                 

As my time comes to an end here, I share a final whiskey with Vaun and thank him for his time, and
I truly mean it. Time is the most precious thing out here. Towns and small scale businesses don't    
seem to have much of it left as industry in Stalgora shifts, and soon the sun will set on people like  
Vaun and places like Vintergard permanently.                                                                                     


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