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The room the Holy Imperial Cabinet – known in Laimiaic as the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion – filed into was one of the many meeting rooms in the Basilikon Synkrotima Palation, the Imperial Palace Complex. There always seemed to be a new room for the body to meet in and they were all over the building – or, rather, the network of buildings and annexes that made up the heart of the Great Holy Empire. It was a mystery as to how one was chosen over the others, or it at least seemed a mystery to Honorios Kontarian, the Tagmatine defence minister. He did know he'd been to the same room sometimes but the secret of the method of selection was unknown to him. Perhaps the Mystikos, the Holy Emperor's personal secretariat, chose it. Or perhaps another body that made up the labyrinthine Tagmatine government. The equally-labyrinthine governmental headquarters mirrored that so well.

By now, the spectacle of ritual that started every meeting of the Holy Imperial Cabinet, and even the most informal meetings with the Holy Emperor, had become almost something of an exercise of muscle memory for Honorios Kontarian. Each member of the cabinet was individually to a small cell and led in prayer by a priest for half an hour before they were allowed to enter the meeting room whilst several bodyguards from the Maghlabitai and the Spatharokandidatoi watched on. After that, each minister was allowed to enter the chosen meeting room, in strict order of precedence. Kontarian, as the Megas Logothetes tou Stratiotikou, was the second of the Megas Logothetes allowed to enter the room, after Eugenios Goulielmos, the Megas Logothetes ton Barbaron, the Minister for Foreign Affairs. Before them had gone the great officers of state, the Rhaiktor, Mesazon and Kouropalates – usually translated into Anglish as Chancellor, Prime Minister and Chamberlain.

Once all of the members of the Holy Imperial Cabinet had been solemnly proceeded with their own groups of aids into the room, they had to stand behind their appointed seats until the moment when the Holy Emperor entered, followed by a train of bodyguards, attendants and priests. Once in the room, the Tagmatine monarch led all those present in prayer, asking for a productive meeting and for God's guidance in the matters to be discussed. When that had finished, each member of the cabinet was invited to sit, again in strict order of precedence. Only then might any meeting truly begin.

Sometimes Kontarian did feel that the room had been chosen as a statement on the meeting itself. Today was a prime example of that. He knew in advance that what was going to be discussed here would have a significant impact on the future of Europa, one way or another. It was to be hoped that it would mark the end of the recent dominance of Great Anglia, even as the plans of the Anglian monarch seemed to be on the cusp of crumbling across the Eurth. If that – a coming peace, even if it might be one bought at a price – was embodied as a room, then it might be expected that it might be on one of the upper floors of the Imperial Palace Complex. As if the light of the rays of the sun were finally showing and sweeping away the dark times that had come to the whole of the wurld. But, instead, it was in a semi-basement, which might be thought of as typifying the subterfuge that was about to take place. The room itself was austere, although in a modern style. The white walls had few ornaments beyond the occasional crucifix and alcove containing a saint's relic or two. The table that the Holy Imperial Cabinet was gathered around was of simple brushed steel, standing on a parquet flooring with a herringbone pattern in light and dark wood.

At the head of the table sat, of course, Kommodos III, by the Grace of Christ, Agios Basileos kai Autokrator ton Arhomaioi kai Isapostolos, the Holy Emperor and Sole-Ruler of the Aromans and Equal-to-the-Apostles. He was, in Tagmatine political theology, the chief of all of the rulers on Eurth. This wasn't something that was often referenced outside of Arhomaneia and most other nations likely viewed it as nothing more than an annoying quirk.

The meeting had been called to discuss – as if the Holy Imperial Cabinet was anything but a rubber stamp for the Old Tyrant – the possibility of finally coming to the aid to the Republic of Qubdi and, indeed, what form that might take. Kontarian knew what was coming, so he had virtually zoned out.

“Offering aid to the Kyptoi will upset the Gharoi (@Haruspex),” said the Mesazon. Gregorios Traiektonos was the Tagmatine equivalent of a prime minister, although in the autocratic government of Kommodos, he had very little power. “They view themselves as having a deep friendship with the Souberinoi. They might react with hostility.”

The Megas Logothetes ton Ilektrikon, the Minister for Power, was the next to speak. “A deeper friendship than the one they had with us, at any rate.”

It was either a statement that highlighted the bitterness that the Tagmatine government felt over the unilateral dissolving of the alliance between Prathen and Tagmatika or it was a snipe at the fact that it was viewed by many of the more conservative Arhomaioi as a failure in the first place. Kontarian was not sure. The Minister for Power, Frantzeskhos Zemarkhos, was of ancient aristocratic stock and was suspected by Kontarian and others to hold many of the other members of the cabinet, who attained their positions by ability rather than breeding, in contempt.

Others, mainly those who Zemarkhos held in contempt, thought that Zemarkhos was an arrogant, odious turd. Although of ancient aristocratic stock himself, Kontarian held that opinion, too. He was up to something, as the Minister for Power seemed to have developed some nervous tics of late.

“The Gharoi are up to something weird, though,” the foreign minister, Eugenios Goulielmos, said. He punctuated the word 'weird' by waving his fingers, a sign almost universially meaning something spooky or unnatural. Kontarian raised an eyebrow at the gesture, as it was not really befitting the dignity of a full meeting of the Holy Imperial Cabinet. Goulielmos didn't notice it and continued. He leaned forward in his seat, as if talking in a conspiratorial manner to friends. “Odd reports have started to filter through, as I'm sure both Megas Logothetes Kontarian and Kefale Keftedes[/i] could confirm.”

The Megas Logothetes ton Agelon seemingly couldn't resist saying something to Goulielmos' comments. “And considering how weird the Gharoi are, this must be extremely strange indeed.”

Kontarian caught the eye of the minister-priest, who seemed to be grinning to himself beneath his beard. He shook his head slightly, knowing that it probably wasn't a good idea to keep this tangent running.

Endoxotatoi, this is a distraction.”

Kommodos' interrupted the tangent that some of the members of the cabinet seemed to be insisting to go down. Keftedes, the spymaster, looked as if he had been about to say something – either to elaborate on or to brush aside the comments of the Megas Logothetes ton Barbaron. Instead, the spymaster sat back in his seat. The Tagmatine monarch used the courtesy title that all high members of the government were given.

“The reaction of our neighbours to the north is a key concern,” Kommodos continued. “It is one which we have certainly considered. Megas Logothetes Goulielmos, please elaborate further on what it is that we are to discuss, since the Mesazon has brought up a key point.”

The foreign minister sat up straighter in his chair as he was spoken to by his monarch. “As you all are aware, there has been a state of war existing between the Souberinoi and the Kyptoi, one that was precipitated by the latter when they invaded the territories that are disputed between the two countries.”

Goulielmos picked up a remote control and pointed it at the screen behind Kommodos at the end of the room. A series of slides began to show, pictures from international media of the conflict between the two Europan nations and map illustrating the disputed area. Almost imperceptibly, the head bodyguard, Adrianos Belissariotes, shifted slightly. The last Holy Emperor, Theodosios VI, had died to an assassin's bullet, after all.

“Despite our offer to attempt to mediate the conflict, it has continued to this day. It seems to have been partially triggered by the military alliance – the beginnings of the Occidental-Azanian Pact – that took place between Chisinau and Godstone. This is known as the Treaty of Chisinau.”

He paused for a moment, as if in thought, before shrugging and continuing.

“That is, of course, different to the Treaty of Chisinau signed between Tagmatika and Prathen.”

In Kontarian's point of view, that was not something that really needed to be added. The other members of the Holy Imperial Cabinet seemed to agree and he caught the eye of Takitos Khalkeos, the Minister for Trade, who formed something of a clique, alongside both Kontarian and Goulielmos. Khalkeos give a slight shrug. Everyone knew the name of the treaty that had marked over a decade of alliance between the Sovereign Imperium and the Greater Holy Empire.

“Ultimately, Kypton is virtually alone,” Goulielmos carried on. “Their only direct ally is Euandreia, who are currently fighting alongside them in the west. The isolation of Kypton when compared to the Angleiki-supplied weapons – and more – that Souberina is receiving.”

“And obviously the Arhomaioi step in to send aid to the beleaguered Kyptoi?” asked Valentinian Tzimekhes, the minister for finance. The question was clearly rhetorical in nature and no one bothered to answer it. Tzimekhes did well to keep the tone of his question polite in nature but the sarcasm was nonetheless palpable. The finance minister turned in his chair to face the Tagmatine monarch. “Forgive me, your majesty, but I must not be only one to see the folly of this.”

The silence that followed was enough of a cue for Tzimekhes to continue. He leant forward in his chair and rested his elbows on the table. The minister turned his gaze from the Holy Emperor to the ministers of war and foreign affairs. Kontarian and Goulielmos were the ones that usually supported or were the mouthpieces for Kommodos' militaristic or at least expensive schemes. And it was on Tzimekhes, as the finance minister, to try to rein any expenditure back in. In his own mind, at least.

“I will point out, imperial majesty, that the embargoes have had as significant an impact on Arhomaneia as the members of the OCA. Two of our biggest trading partners were Megas Angleia and Souberina.” The minister for finance didn't really need to point that out. The embargo had initially been greeted by most Arhomaioi with enthusiasm, as it felt like they were striking a blow against the warmongering states to the south. Now, its impact was beginning to be felt. Unemployment was on the rise and everyday commodities like cheaper, Europan-grown chocolate was increasing in price. “Continuation and, indeed, escalation, of conflict would hamper any plans for economic growth. As it is, with things like the disruption of aluminium and lithium from Shioeia and Zaxareia, the wurld economy is severely disrupted. My logothesion's own estimates put Arhomaneia's growth this last year at just over 1%. If this were were to continue at the same level that it is, I would expect to see less than that next year. If further conflict were to break out in the Occident...”

If further conflict were to break out in the Occident, then economic woes were probably going to be the least of their worries, thought Kontarian. He resisted the urge to shuffle awkwardly in his chair. He knew what was coming next and glanced towards his monarch. Kommodos had sat up in his chair and steepled his fingers.

“It is clear that we are on the cusp of it anyway, Endoxotatos,” said Goulielmos, sounding much more serious than he had earlier. His glasses had slipped down his nose slightly and pushed them back up his nose with his thumb. “The declaration of war by the Ghallamvrioi (@Gallambria) and Iberikeia (@Iverica) against Megas Angleia means that open conflict in Europa is about to break out. As it is, the Kyptoi have been fighting this conflict alone for over almost two years. We had attempted to alleviate some of this by withdrawing the sanctions that we placed against all of those involved in the conflict.”

Tzimekhes, for his part, knew – or at least could guess accurately – what was coming next. There was a hint of resignation in his voice as he was well versed in the performance that these cabinet meetings were. The burly minister of finance reached forward and poured himself a glass of water. He didn't bother to look over at Goulielmos as he replied. “How much, your imperial majesty?”

“The plan is to give the Kyptoi a combination of both humanitarian and military aid,” continued Goulielmos, as if he hadn't been interrupted. “We have remained in contact with the Kyptiki government, of course. Especially my opposite number, Thaodoros Kalb. At his majesty's request, we have reached out to propose that aid is to be sent to the Demokrateia tou Kyptou. Both humanitarian and military. The aid would be of a similar size to that offered to the Aurelian nations that are fighting against the Angleiki threat.”

“So, somewhere in the realms of Ħ1,000,000,000?” Again, the minister for finance directed his question at Kommodos, rather than the foreign minister. By this point, Goulielmos had lapsed into silence and Kontarian guessed that he was feeling a bit superfluous.

“Indeed, Genikos Logothetes,” replied the Holy Emperor. He used the formal, Aroman title for the minister of finance. Kommodos was still sat in the same position that he had been when Goulielmos had begun speaking. “It is felt that it is necessary to help the Kyptoi by passing them military aid, so that they might continue resisting the advances of the OCA. However, due to the fact that the Kyptiki people themselves have also been suffering due to the fact their nation has been at war, without respite, for almost two years. It is our Christian duty to help these people.”

“Of course, your imperial majesty,” said Tzimekhes, slowly. He didn't sound entirely convinced by the comments of the Tagmatine head of state, although he did know that it seemed like everything had already been decided. He sat back in his chair and quietly patted his hands on the brushed steel tabletop in front of him.

“That's not all, though, is it, your imperial majesty?” asked Paulos Narses, the minister-priest of the environment. The priest sat in his chair and slowly stroked his beard, a shrewd light glittering in his eyes. “Giving military aid will rub the Souberinoi up the wrong way – to put it mildly – even if there are attempts to keep it secret. This will sour the relationship between our nation and theirs. If not edge us closer to open conflict.”

And what do you plan to do about that? was the unspoken question that followed the minister-priest's comments.

“It will not be kept quiet, Megas Logothetes-Presbyteros,” stated Kommodos. The elderly monarch looked over his steepled fingers towards the minister of the environment. “I intend that the wurld knows this. A press statement will be released quite soon.”

Kontarian himself finally spoke, answering Narses. “The Exerkitos Arhomanos will be undertaking several large exercises in the south of the Aeireskollai, Megale Agrotikon and Tegouneia regeonai, as well as the Gulf of Dymafos. We feel – this includes the Epistrategaion – that this would be enough to dissuade the OCA from doing anything that they would regret for the time being.”

And to put a significant force in place so that it might strike. Any Tagmatine would know that the regions mentioned were along the border of the Great Queendom of Suverina.

“How large scale?” asked Tzimekhes, likely seeing the situation purely in terms of the expenditure that any military exercise might incur. Let alone any costs that might happen if war was actually fought. Many people considered Tzimekhes to obsessed by money alone – Kontarian knew that that wasn't true. The man did not relish any cost of a conflict with another Occidental nation, let alone the possibility of bringing the whole of the OCA into one.

“Enough to invade a country, Genikos Logothetes, if I may read between the lines that both the Endoxotatoi and our holy monarch were skirting around,” said Narses, with an expression on his face that was hidden behind his beard. “I pray to God that it will not come to that.”

“I feel that that is a prayer that is worth saying, for all of us.” Kommodos bowed his head and the rest of the Holy Imperial Cabinet repeated the gesture. Picking up on the silent prompt, the attendant priests, bodyguards and other hangers-on followed suit.

The Holy Emperor a prayer in Fragran, the second language of Tagmatium.

“Da pacem Domine...”

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To: Their Excellency, Thaodoros Kalb, Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Demokrateia tou Kyptou (Republic of Qubdi)

From: the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion

 

Your Excellency,

It is perhaps time that the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion admits that the policy that it has been maintaining towards Regaseion tes Megas Angleias and the Occidental-Azanian Pact in Europa has failed. Indeed, it is clear that this policy has not worked for some time. Although it has not yet been a year since Arhomaneia removed its sanctions against your nation – however just they might have been, considering the aggressive action that Kypton took – it is also clear that perhaps actual help is needed for your nation. The brave Kyptiki people have been resisting the Angleia-led assault in a manner that no other nation on Eurth has been able to. Every other nation that has been forced to resist them has broken long before they have approached even half the amount of time that the people of Kypton have been able to weather.

In light of this, and the danger that Regas Kreitonos III and his minions have proven to be to the rest of Eurth, it is obvious that it is time the Arhomaioi support your people, your nation and your armies in a manner that is not just through words or re-opening avenues of trade. Instead, it is time that the Arhomaioi recognise the fact that Kypton has been instrumental in spoiling the Angleiki schemes by holding up the advance of their armies – and those of their minions – for so long.

In order to help your nation continue to resist the Angleioi, I have been requested by his Aroman Majesty, Kommodos III, by the Grace of Christ, Agios Basileos kai Autokrator ton Arhomaioi kai Isapostolos to offer your government aid. This will, should your government choose to accept it, come in two forms.

The first will be military aid. With this, your nation should be able to weather the storm that is battering it and, in time, push your enemy back further, to beyond the borders of your ancient nation. It will consist primarily of anti-armour, anti-aircraft and flame-thrower rocket launchers, as these will not be too burdensome on your nation's logistics. Personnel will also be sent to train your nation's armed forces in their use. It is projected that the total cost of this military aid will be somewhere in the realm of A$1,000,000,000. It will not be considered a loan but given and – hopefully – received freely.

Secondly, his Aroman Majesty has directed me to offer your government humanitarian aid, to a similar sized sum as the military aid package. The struggles and suffering of the Kyptoi are known to the Arhomaioi and the trials that your people have borne without complaint are beyond that of almost every other people on Eurth. This aid should go some way towards helping to alleviate that suffering and to undo the damage done by Megas Angleia and its lackeys. It is realised that, at this stage, it is unknown how much longer this conflict will drag on for and how much more damage it may do. It may be that it is necessary to continue to give your nation aid to help with your people's continuing suffering.

May God see to it that the peoples of Eurth regain their senses and start back on the path towards peace.

Eugenios Goulielmos,

Megas Logothetes

of the

Logothesion ton Barbaron

of the

Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomaion

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As had become Eugenios Goulielmos' habit when he was thinking, he stared out of the window of his office. Rather than use the suite of rooms that were set aside for his ministry in the Basilikon Synkrotima Palation, the Imperial Palace Complex, he had chosen to go to the collection of buildings that were the headquarters of the Logoethesion ton Barbaron. The main building, after which the entire group was known, was the Grafeion Pittigaudeion. It was named for a famous foreign minister, Methodianos Pittigaudes. The man had been sent by Khristoforos III in AD803 – EK6311 according to the Tagmatine calendar – to broker a peace with the Kyptoi after decades of war. He had gone on to create more peace deals with the proto-Adaptiki states and even conduct an embassy to the Orhionioi (@Orioni). At this moment, the name of Pittigaudes felt almost symbolic to Eugenios of the peace that was being lost. The man had been known as a bringer of peace and of being able to find ground with even the most outrageous of the barbaroi that surrounded Arhomaneia. Through Pittigaudes' abilities, he had secured the borders of the empire at a time when both internal and external pressures threatened it with collapse.

Now what Goulielmos had been asked to do by his monarch felt almost like an act that would fly in the face of the legacy of a man such as Pittigaudes.

Goulielmos stood and looked down at the skyscape of Tagmatika. He turned slightly and picked up a cup of tea from its saucer and picked it up. He felt the warmth of it spreading through his hands. The building itself was a sleek, modern office block. All glass, steel and angles, something that wouldn't often be what foreigners thought of the Megas Agios Basileia. But there were only so many ancient buildings to go around, after all. The views all of the glass windows were spectacular, especially at night, but it might not have been the best material for a building in the north of Europa. Combined with Kommodos' drive to reduce energy use for environmental reasons, the office of the Megas Logothetes was colder than he would have liked. Snow flurries occasionally obscured the view of the lights of Tagmatika as they started to come on as the sun set. The city itself was relatively flat, with the looming shape of the Basilikon Synkrotima Palation to the right of Goulielmos' view and the skyscrapers of the financial district to his right. Between them, low-rise office blocks, residential streets and the tall shapes of blocks of flats – known as insoulai in Laimiaic – made up the rest of the view, with the domes of churches scattered amongst them. Low winter clouds, threatening more than just snow flurries, reflected the glow of streetlights and made the night much brighter than it would otherwise have been.

The Megas Logothetes took a sip of his tea and sighed to himself.

He wasn't alone in his office. It was rare that such a great personage as a Megas Logothetes was alone, as protocol dictated that it would be an insult to their dignity. Several attendants lurked in the corners of the room, as well as at least one priest. It was a Tagmatine office block, after all, and the smell of incense and the murmur of prayer was almost all-pervasive. The Megas Logothetes knew that there were several members of both the white-robed Spatharokandidatoi and the red-robed Maghlabitai stood outside of the door to the office. It wasn't as if he needed protecting from anyone, not this deep in the heart of Arhomaneia, but it was something that was done for the sake of appearances.

Goulielmos turned slightly and placed the cup back on its saucer. It was empty. One of the attendants detached themselves from the sides of the room and came forward, ready to get it refiled. The Megas Logothetes waved them off before changing his mind.

“A glass of water, if you please,” he said. The attendant offered the Megas Logothetes a half-bow in recognition.

It was probably too late in the day to keep drinking tea, although it felt like something to do to waste time. The one he had spoken to moved back towards their own side of the room and another detached themselves from the opposite side, deposited a glass of water before moving backward again.

Another voice broke the silence that had fallen after the request for water. “I think his Aroman Majesty wanted the release sent promptly, Endoxotatos.”

Flavios Aristainetos, Goulielmos' Protoasekretis – chief civil servant – sat on the other side of the desk. The man wore the dark business suit in conservative style that was the virtual uniform of the government of Tagmatium. In his lapel he wore a small pin of the Tagmatine flag. The main difference between the clothes of the minister and the civil servant was that Goulielmos wore a tie in a dark green, as historically a dark green in was used by ministers to sign off official documents, whilst the civil servant wore a dark grey one.

“I know, Flavios.” The Megas Logothetes' reply was almost hesitant.

Goulielmos had volunteered to draft the release for the announcement that Arhomaneia was sending military aid to Kypton personally, although the Old Tyrant would read over it before it was released. Drafting the document might have been more properly done by a more junior member of his ministry or perhaps someone from the Mystikon, the personal bureaucracy of the Holy Emperor. The foreign minister had requested to do it, as he felt that he needed some modicum of control over where fate seemed to be sending Arhomaneia. As well as the wurld. And himself. Over the last several months, Kommodos had been ramping up the involvement of his nation in the war against Megas Angleia and the OCA. It seemed to all observers that war between the two Occidental nations would break out before long.

“Might I suggest that the Megas Logothetes at least turns his computer on?” said the Protoasekretis.

The Megas Logothetes made no move to do so. He took off his glasses and ran a hand over his black – although greying – closely-cut hair, over his face and to his short beard instead.

How would the rest of the wurld react? Perhaps more importantly, how would the Gharoi (@Haruspex) react? The response of the Exousiokrateia was at the forefront of the minds of the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion, the Holy Imperial Government. Sending arms to the Kyptoi was everything but actually declaring war. But then Prathen hadn't reacted when Arhomaneia had placed sanctions against Chisinau or withdrawn the ones put against the Kyptoi. Supplying arms might be a step too far for the Gharoi but it seemed to be a risk that the Old Tyrant was willing to take. Although covertly supplying arms was one thing, certainly if there were attempts to put in place layers of plausible deniability. Even quietly sending armaments, without loudly announcing to the wurld that Arhomaneia was giving the Kyptoi weapons to kill Souberiniki soldiers, might be more palatable to the Gharoi. Kommodos had said that the announcement was to emphasise the fact that it was Megas Angleia that was the target, it would be clear that the Souberinoi would be the ones to bear the brunt of it.

There was a shuffling on the other side of the desk that made Goulielmos place his glasses back on and look over. The Protoasekretis was getting concerned that the deadline imposed by Kommodos was approaching and clearly wanted the Megas Logothetes to act but protocol prevented him from pressing the matter any further. At least verbally or directly.

The rest of northern Europa was quiet, too. The Gaillikoi (@Gaellicia) and the Volskoi had not shown their hands yet, if they ever would. No one in the Logothetes ton Barbaron, nor the other parts of the Arhomaiki government, doubted that the latter was doing anything other than biding its time. They had been the ancient enemy of Arhomaneia for far too long and were always thought to be waiting to strike. It was judged that they were staying out of the affairs of the Occident, Amutia and Azania, waiting until the rest of Europa was in the midst of war to act. So far, intelligence gathered by the Arhomaiki Diktyo Pliroforion, the Tagmatine Intelligence Network, seemed to point towards the Volskoi waiting until one side had the upper hand and then moving in to declare war against the other. This would then allow them the spoils of victory without being forced to do any of the heavy lifting to win it. There were rumours that they were eyeing up the Hexanesa again. Those rumours always persisted and had done so since the campaigns of Konstantinos III that had originally won the islands.

Arhomaneia's other close neighbour, Gaillikeia, just across the Rhankes Thalassa could be a thorn in the side if they decided to join the Angleioi. The relations between the two nations had ebbed and flowed over the years and, if Goulielmos were to admit to himself, Tagmatika had the tendency to act with little regard to the impact it might have on Gaillikeia. This meant that there was often little love in the archipelago nation for their western neighbour. But, so far, it seemed that there was little intent on the part of the islanders to join in with Regas Kreitonos' schemes. They were undergoing their own political turmoil. They had even barely reacted when the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion had increased its grip over the areas rightly judged to be in its exclusive economic zone. Perhaps they would sit out the ever-growing wurld crisis. There had been word that the Gaillikoi were chafing under the fact that, for once, having the same rules applied to them as other nations. It may be the source of future tensions.

Finally, Goulielmos turned away from the window. He pulled out the chair behind the glass desk and leant forward to turn the computer on. There was a audible sigh of relief from Aristainetos.

 


 

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The Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion supports all those nations that resist the urge to fall to the warmongering and exploitative ways and schemes of the Occidental-Azanian Pact (OCA). That organisation has done nothing but spread conflict and misery across Eurth, from our own Europa to distant Aurelia. The OCA has stirred up hatreds between nations in order to profit from the chaos that it has provoked, turning neighbour against neighbour. The aim that the OCA and its puppetmaster, Regas Kreitonos III, has in mind is to use its minions across Eurth to gain itself captive markets and economic relationships that are amenable to itself and its lackeys. They have stoked discord and old enmities to get for themselves what other nations and peoples were able to do peacefully. This ought to show those countries that still sit on the sidelines what the future might hold if they do not commit to resisting the OCA and its allies.

Few nations, however, have resisted the OCA for as long as the Demokrateia tou Kyptou, the Republic of Qubdi. For almost two years, the people of Kypton have struggled against an ongoing invasion by the Regaseion tes Megas Angleias, the Kingdom of @Great Anglia, and those weak-willed enough to prefer war to peace. Whilst the conflict may well have initially been triggered by Kypton itself, it was provoked by the Angleiki and their actions in the Occident. However, the conflict has drawn and it means that the Kyptoi have remained a thorn in the side of the OCA. This has meant that Megas Angleia has not been able to bring its full strength to bare across any other part of the wurld, from southern Europa to Argis to Aurelia.

For this, the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion and the Arhomaioi themselves are grateful. This war has taken much out of the Kyptoi and caused significant hardship to them. Therefore, in order to help the people of Kypton, our nation is going to donate A$1 billion in humanitarian aid to the Kyptoi. This will go some way towards alleviating the suffering that they are facing and will take the form of food, water and shelter for those that have been displaced by the conflict or are facing starvation or shortages due to the infrastructure damage caused by the actions of the Angleioi. At the moment, it is also unknown what the long term economic damage caused by the war might be and the future repercussions. The aid being donated may go some way to help make sure those repercussions are not as severe as they might otherwise be.

Arhomaneia is also going to take a further step. As well as this donation of humanitarian aid, the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion will also donate A$ 1 billion in weaponry and military equipment. This will help the Kyptoi to defend their nation from the schemes of Regas Kreitonos and his minions. It will also make sure that the Demokrateia tou Kyptou remains free and independent of the machinations of the OCA. Hopefully, the result of this aid will be that the Kyptoi eventually turn the tide and the deadlock that has been in place for some time is broken and the OCA is driven back to their positions at the start of the conflict.

This conflict has gone on for a significant amount of time, it is hoped that the end is now in sight. Although God prefers peace, and it may seem that the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion is stoking the conflict through by providing armaments, the opposite is the case. The conflict has likely been shortened and soon peace will again return to Eurth, through the defeat of the OCA.

Through faith in God, peace will again be on Eurth.

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