Daybreak [IC]

[Neo Arcad]

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The year is 1940. Adolf Hitler? Never heard of him. Wait, I think I have. He's that artist, right? The one with all those paintings in that museum, up in Salzburg. Yeah, I guess I do know him. Jews? Ah, sure. Plenty of people don't like Jews. You know who's worse, though? Those verdamnt Mohamedians in the Ottoman Empire. Can't stand them. Breathing down our necks, as if they're ready to march right into Vienna. Oh, and the Germans! Don't get me started! Acting like they own the place, strutting around in their boots... I don't know what Austria's coming to these days.


The sun rises with red-tinted rays, chasing away the blue-black night. Night struggles against dawn, as the sleepers refuse to wake up, clinging to their dreams. But it will not be long until the alarm goes off, and the former sleepers awaken to witness the clashing colors in the sky... at Daybreak.

[Neros]

January 14th, 1940
Eastern Manchuria
7:30 AM
Chinese Empire

"Proclaim the day, young of the Empire. For it is a great time to be in the greatest Empire in the world!" The loudspeakers boomed. That's all the speakers ever seemed to do, spread the propaganda of the Imperium throughout the land. They only saw the need to garner technology for three things: Defense, Economics, and Propaganda. It was horrible, really, but it was effective.

Recently, the Chinese Empire has been on the cutting edge for technological advances, funded mainly through the oppression of the people. No, they weren't stealing wages or casting a burden of taxes, they were steaing the minds of the youth and the young, as they have done for centuries. When they proclaimed the empire, they said it would live for a Thousand Years; well, 296 down, 704 to go.

The worker rubbed his eyes, grabbed his helmet, and set off for work in the mines.

January 14th, 1940
Imperial Capital (Beijing), Laboratory Páo Xiào
8:00 AM
Chinese Empire

"Yes your highness, the models have achieved perfection and are in working order." Hissed the slender man in a long, white coat. "The Holy Particle Annihilator is up to your specifications, but, usage in conflict is discouraged."

The God-Emperor stood and looked down on the man. Pitiful, these damn Technocrats only want their machines used for peace or some nihilist, utopian dreams. "I have paid for its' construction in full as well as industrial rights to the damned thing and I shall use it as I please." He said coldly.

"Ah, yes. Much apologies, my Lord." He said, bowing down all the way to the floor respectfully.

"So then, show us what type of man this Tesla was. Fire the weapon." He ordered. The man fumbled from the floor and over to a switchboard, full of knobs and buttons and the like. He lowered a pair of tinted goggles over his eyes, and slipped a pair of rubber gloves over his hands.

The Emperor was given a pair of goggles by his bodyguard as well. He took a look at them, and casually slipped them on as well. "Behold!" The scientist declared. "The Ray of Death, Tesla's Peace Ray, Death Incarnate! Holy Particle Annihilation!" He flipped the switch, causing the hair on the back of the Emperor to stand up. Electrical currents filled the air, strings of electricity bounced around the room, hitting rubber walls to prevent accidental discharge.

A small tower with a bulb on top began to become livid with electrical currents. It was a simple toy of Tesla, one of those plasma lamps. But, something more sinister was afoot. In an instant, a beam of lightning weaved its' way through the air from the bulb, striking a concrete slab encased in solid steel with a thunderous boom, sparks, and heat. The scientist turned the switch off at this point, letting the dust settle and observe his work.

The slab had been nearly shattered, the metal surrounding it frozen in a melted position, the area of contact still glowing red-hot. In the short time the lightning touched the slab, it could not have been more than a few seconds, this much damage was inflicted? It was awe-inspiring. This was it, the power sought by man for eons. The power of death itself. The scientist could not help but smile, the Emperor only gave a sinister smirk.

January 14th, 1940
Imperial Capital (Beijing), Office of the Politic
8:00 AM
Chinese Empire

Speaking into a speaker:

"Good morning, sons and daughters of the Empire! This is your official Imperial Spokesperson, speaking to you about the wonders of the Chinese Empire today! Tune in, but don't stop working! A productive citizen is the key to a prosperous nation!"

"Earlier this week, the Office of Infrastructural Development revealed the largest Dam currently in existence: The Ling Hao Dam. The Dam spans the Chang Jiang and provides our great Empire with enough electricity to supply our vast cities and railroad networks, as well as prevents down-stream floods from killing our crops and threatening our lives. A wonder of the world, and once again, it is China who is producing it! The road to Empire is filled with obstacles, but we face them down like men among beasts! All Hail the Emperor, Long Live China. Watch out for the Inquisition, have a good day."

The message was followed by a segment of the Imperial Marching Anthem, a classic Military tune.

OOC: A note: China utilizes a vast communication system, mostly feeding propaganda to its' citizens. This communication network includes a few hidden channels for the deliverance of Military codes and other secretive information.

[Carathon]

Austrian Province of Hungary - January 1st 1940

The clicking of boots were heard in the research laboratory, a scientist looked up from his research at the two men who had just entered. The person who he knew as the Austrian Minister of Industry dressed in fine suit and man from the Austrian Reichschutz, Secret Police/ Protection agency dressed in a military uniform that might aswell been a suit.

" The Papers? " The Reichschutz Agent asked or more like demanded. The scientist handed over research papers and documents. The agent looked them over and smiled slightly. The Minister of Industry and the agent moved out of the room, into the hall and towards a elevator.

" Today is a Glorious day for the Austrian Empire " The Minister of Industry said. " Are the plants nearing completion? " The minister smiled " A month and the first will be fully operational. " The Agent pressed the button. The elevator doors slid open as they both stepped in. " Of course the workers are only informed what they need to know " The Agent spoke again. " The Ostkaiser will be pleased. " As the Minister stepped out, the agent looked once again at the papers. Synthetic fuel.. Coal to Oil conversion. Amazing.

Austria 2nd of January 1940 -

Work on the defensive line on the border of Austria and the Ottoman Empire is beginning. Heavy defensives, concrete bunkers and anti tanks guns are being implanted and built. land mines and machine guns, along with artilley are also being implanted. 100,000 soldiers - half of the Austrian Military are also being moved to the Ottoman Border and digging in.

[Garwall]

January 1st, 1940
8:49 PM
Paris, France
Home of the Beringers

Sarah Beringer drew a small, dirty hand-towel from a pocket in her apron, and dabbed her forehead. Sweat was pouring down her face, and into the mix as she stood kneading the dough. it was becoming thick and stiff from the paste she had added; the flour she had bought was not enough. It was never enough. So she had figured out how to stretch the ration a little longer, through adding a paste that didn't appear to have any ill effects.

She breathed out slowly, wiping her hands on the cloth, and walked over to the window. The apartment building was slowly falling into worse and worse condition, although Sarah worked hard to keep their particular living space in the best condition possible. She threw open the window, and welcomed the cool night air. The night was unusually quiet, she noted, there was usually more celebration for the first of the year. Then she remembered, the Commandant was marking the occasion with a speech.

She turned around, and was greeted by the two smiling faces of her children, Maria and Henry. They were jumping up and down with excitement, they always loved speeches by the Commandant. All day she had listened to them play with their miniature mark-ups of Revolutionaries and the evil soldiers of the King. She could not help but smile, but it was a sad smile. The children did not live through the horrors of the previous civil war, as she had. They were seven and eleven respectively, and Henry had caught the fever of the Revolution--he took to carrying around a little tri-colored cloth in his back pocket, and played with a fake pistol on the stoop. He would point it at suspicious pedestrians, proclaim them enemies of the revolution, and shoot them dead on the spot! Oh, the follies of the young. She prayed with all her will each night that he would not have to know true war.

"Mother, is it time for the Commandant's speech yet?" called Maria, in the sad little voice she had, her yellow curls falling in a river across her face. Her brother was more like his father, built tall and with short, black hair. He had the look of an Englishman. Sarah nodded at the two. "Yes, yes, children, it is almost time. Go sit down and get the radio ready, I'll be with you in a moment." She returned to the kitchen while the two bounded off to their tiny living room. She opened the little gas oven, slid on a pair of oven mitts, and withdrew a pan of the most glorious bread that has ever graced this household. The aroma filled her nostrils, and made her truly smile. She slid another pan in its place. That would be tomorrow's bread, if it could even be called that with the amount of paste she had to put in it this time.

She undid the apron, and smoothed out her pink dress, and carried the sweetbread into the living room, and tossed her own golden curls back behind her head, smiling at the children. The living room was little more than a small coffee table, two small couches, and the radio, along with the apartment's biggest window. The two were practically vibrating with excitement. She set the sweetbread down on the table. Henry reached for it immediately, and she smacked his hand away gently. "Not until the speech has started, you know that." She smirked as he held his hand, pretending to be hurt. The radio began to spurt out patriotic music. "Hush now, the Commandant is about to speak." The children reached for their bread, and fell silent. The music ended, and the voice of a man in his late thirties, but still quite strong of mind and body began to speak.

"Brothers, Sisters, Countrymen.This is your Commandant Général, Francis Clemenceau. It is with fire in my veins that I address you today. Today marks the 151th year of the beginning of the French First Republic. Those times are long gone, but I promise you that the heart of the Revolution lives on. There are still enemies out there, more than willing to crush the Revolution before it can ever again threaten their power. Those that sit on high thrones, and have never seen their people toil in the fields in order to feed their vast appetite for gluttony and greed. Today, I will make this speech short, as there is much to be done to secure the Revolution's place in history."

"Since that fateful day 151 years ago, France has been at heart the strongest willed nation in all of history. But our integrity, has been disgraced. Nation after nation has taken advantage of our vulnerability, while our ancestors bathed in eachother's blood on the streets of Paris to prove where the true direction of the Revolution should take us, our neighbors have stolen from us. They have stolen land, money, even lives. But none of this is as important as what else they have stolen. They have stolen France's very dignity as a nation. And without dignity, without respect, the Revolution is as good as dead on the world stage. This cannot be allowed to continue!"

"For years as Commandant Général, I have watched the Englishmen's rape of French land. They have subjugated the populace of the Low Countries, and denied them their rightful place in the heart of the Revolution. I can no longer call myself the true Commandant Général as long as this holds true. Today marks the beginning of a new age for the Revolution. England must answer for their crimes, and France shall deliver the sentence. Either England ends the subjugation of the Low Countries by de-militarizing the areas of Belgium, Luxembourg, and the Netherlands immediately and cedes all French lands to the French Fourth Republic, or face trial by fire. France shall not be afraid to show the world a million Bayonets, carried by the Revolutionary Guard. The Revolution lives on, fellow countrymen. And we, the French people, shall be its champions once again, in these times of crisis. This is your Commandant Général Francis Clemenceau, signing off."

A sharp pain began to rise in Sarah's chest. It was slow at first, and rose, cresting as the patriotic music once again began to trumpet from the radio. An image of her husband, Ned, came clear into her mind. He was working in the French Embassy, in London. Ned was in his mid-thirties. She did a quick calculation in her head, and the pain grew sharper. If this went where she feared it would go, he would not escape a draft. War, she thought, at once. A tug at her dress brought her back to reality. It was Maria, sucking on a piece of sweetbread. "Mommy, what's wrong?" She slowly looked down at her daughter. Her sweet, sweet daughter. She smiled, but it was a hollow smile. She glanced at Henry, his face dark. He was old enough to understand the implications of the Commandant's speech. He rose from his seat, and took Maria's hand. "Come on, it's bed time. Let's go, Maria." She flashed a look of thankfulness towards Henry, who only nodded meekly. She sat down slowly, and put her head in her hand. "Not again, she said with a weak voice. "Not so soon."

[Katyuscha]

January 4th, 1940
15:30 PM
Berlin, Germany
Outside the Reichstag

It was a special day in the streets of Berlin. The sky was filled with clouds, the air was cool and smelled of pastries. And the drums. The sound of drums filled the air. Its powerful beat sending vibrations through the air and into the bodies of the ecstatic mobs of people who stood on the walkways. In front of the marching band was the real show. Hundreds of soldiers marched through the streets, their jackbooted feet hitting the ground with enough force to shake the entire city. They marched on as people shouted and cheered. It was a magnificent sight to behold.

The soldier goose stepped on, weapons in hand. Tanks rolled by as a soldier stood in each hatch saluting to the citizens who proudly saluted back. Trucks drove, accompanied by average soldiers on foot who handed out flags and candy to the children. The children smiled joyfully at the soldiers. They wore uniforms as well. Mostly passed down through the family. The thundering sound of the soldiers jackboots continued to shake the city. Getting louder and more precise with every step.

Then, he arrived. Germanys dear Kaiser Wilhelm II. He rode up in the back of a black car driven by a particularly tall and lanky soldier. He waved at the people casualy with a hollow smile and a hollow feeling. He now had a strong military, now he needed someone to use it against. It was his dream to become the all-powerful warlord of Europe and he knew that would be difficult. With the French becoming increasingly more hostile, the Austrians desperately trying to hold off the Ottoman war machine, England increasing its imperialistic nonsense, a newly imperialistic Italy, and a massively industrialized Russia, it was become very difficult to gain and maintain military power in Europe. In a world of militarism and tension, he was going to have to play his cards right. For now though, he continued to smile and wave.

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January 4th, 1940
17:12 PM
Berlin, Germany
Inside the Reichstag

The Kaiser and his generals marched through the halls of the Reichstag discussing current matters.

"The French are growing ever more aggressive as the days go by and from what we can guess, if they win a fight with England, we will be next." stated Wilhelm as he stopped by a nearby window. "We cannot let our guard down for a moment."

"I propose, dear Kaiser, that we begin a build up of bunkers and personnel on the French and English borders. We need to be ready for any form of conflict betweej the French and the English... or even with us." said a general quickly.

"I agree, dear Kaiser" replied another general.

Wilhelm thought for a moment. He had no desire to play a defensive game with such fools as the French, but that seemed to be the only plausible option at the moment.

"Very well." he said. We will begin constructing defenses tomorrow morning. Until them, let us rest."

With that, he dismissed his generals and continued to stroll through the halls of the Reichstag.

[Neros]

The Chinese itself is an economic and military giant, perhaps even a superpower, but whats to stop us from achieving better? We may have a grand position in the world, but some of our people still live day to day on simple rice that they have to grow themselves or they will perish, some live well-below 500$ income per year, millions are without jobs, children without parents, are all a scary reality in this day and age in China. So, the Emperor has called the session the Office of the Five-Year Plan, which will be a governing body to determine the path of growth that Empire much achieve within a 5 Year period to continue operational capability and compete in this world. The following is the First Draft of the Five Year Plan, as agreed upon by the various Offices of Government:

The Five Year Plan
A tool for Empire-making and other extreme feats of lesser developed nations

First Article: Industry

China may possess one of the largest industrial base in the world due to the abundance of cheap labor and unskilled workers, but that does not excuse ourselves from the lack of production nor the fact that there is still room for improvement!

Over the course of 5 Years, Industry (Both Heavy and Light) is to be increased by 10% every year, bringing the total to a 50% increase as time bears on. This will be done by establishing more factories with the interest of the State in areas lacking in employment. Industry is to be built throughout the Colonial Areas of Josen and Nippon as well to increase their financial cut-back to mother China.

Shipyards are to be expanded and more created to fill Merchant Marine demand for more export trade. 5 Large are to be constructed, and older ones updated to meet the government specifications.

Prisoners in the Imperial Re-Education System (same thing as jail) will be forced to work for companies as under-paid workers to cut time off of their sentences. This will make our cheap labor even cheaper, meaning complete domination of foreign markets, even if tariffs are slapped on our products.

Second Article: Agriculture

The Government takes note that without food, an industrial society cannot function and will collapse under the oppression of hunger. So, subsistence farmers are given seeds, updated farm equipment, and an ox to increase the output of agriculture.

We plan to have a bigger increase in Agriculture than Industry, as it is in our best interests to ensure that we as a nation are kept feed. Over 5 Years, output of food on domestic markets is to increase by 75%. Irrigation Canals are to be constructed under the Infrastructure Article, so that will work in conjunction with this one to allow farm expansion.

Penal workers will be sent to work in farms to allow a much more effective harvest. Under supervision, of course.

To establish new farming communities, the State offers a deal regarding unsettled farmland for unemployed laborers: A small house, an ox, seeds of a variety of plants including wheat, rice, cabbage, and corn, a plow, and 5 acres of fertile land. This should be enticing enough to expand our agricultural base without affecting our industrial base growth.

Third Article: Resources

Bearing a large deal of resources, the Chinese Empire utilizes only a fraction of its' potential. This needs to change, and fast. Resources such as copper, coal, iron, rare earth minerals, oil in our western and Mongolian areas, natural gas, tin, and a myriad of other are to be developed by joint companies under Imperial and Private supervision. Total Resource output is to jump by 60% across the board, and domestic companies are encouraged to purchase domestic products rather than imports to facilitate greater inter-dependence on ourselves.

More hydro-power plants are to be expected as well. A total of 5 (all of massive wattage) are to be constructed over the 5 Years.

Offshore drilling is to be experimented with in the South China Sea and other sub-coastal areas. Oil will not be an export of China, as we shall be firm in keeping domestic consumption of our own resources. Major imports are expected from the Ottomans and Russia (with purchase), however.

Fourth Article: Investment

To encourage a sense of stability in the Empire, trade investors from across the globe are encouraged to invest the growing industries of China. Of course, this will not be enough, so we will invent a tax system that is fair in a sense of development:

(I got this from a guy in another roleplay. Valk might recognize this, but damn, it sounds effective)

-Rich and Upper Classes will be given tax breaks if they invest in further development of China
-Middle Classes will be given tax breaks if they purchase domestically made or grown materials rather than foreign
-Poor and Underclasses will be given tax breaks if they work for domestic industrial areas or farms utilizing higher yield crop practices and planting

Fifth Article: Military

Our Military Power is one of immense strength and capability, but improvement needs to be enforced. New strategies are to be developed and tested for their feasibility regarding warfare. The Military is to adopt a more "open" mindset when it comes to developing tactics for ground, naval, and air warfare.

Basic training is to be standardized to allow a single soldier to become a modern fighting machine in as little time as possible. Military Spending will increase according to real GDP growth, but a stable 5% is acceptable.

Repairs and modernization is to occur through 5 Years as well, beginning with Navy, Air force, and then Army.

Training of local Militias is also to occur. These local Militias will be under the supervision of the Office of the Inquisition and act as de-facto police forces in areas where our calming words cannot reach the masses. They will uphold order and spread the words of our great nation and Emperor. A simple gun design is developed for the local Militias' use, being a slam fire design with a rifled barrel, allowing the gun to be cheap and useful. These Militias will be undyingly loyal, or face harsh discipline from the Inquisition Forces.

Sixth Article: Infrastructure

The shabby nature of our cities disgusts our Emperor. He orders the re-fitting of major cities to be more commercial friendly and have greater ease about them, as well as give a more "modern" feel. Over 5 Years, Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, Edo, Saigon, and Seoul. Historical sites will be taken into account and culturally significant artifacts are to be handled and examined with care.

Bridges, Roads, Railways, and the like are to be modernized and expanded. Over 5 Years, China will possess the largest railway network of any nation and exceed 300,000 miles, both cargo and passenger lines. The current number stands at about 200,000 miles, so this is an increase of 33.3%.

Roads are to be modernized with tarmac and other new-age devices to provide them with an ease of use and access. Mileage of roads is to be significantly increased and to surpass 1,000,000 miles at the end of the 5 Year Plan

Electricity is to be a mainstay of over 70% of the population by the end of 5 Years. This will allow more people to informed of the Empire and its' glorious message. More powerlines and more power efficient power lines will be created and wired through-out the nation.

Disclaimer:

Please accept, with no obligation, implied or implicit, the best wishes of the Chinese Empire (sometimes hereinafter referred to as the "wisher" or "us" or "gods" or however else we refer to ourselves in this document in our complete and unfettered discretion) for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, gender and gender-identity neutral, celebration of the Five Year Plan, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all - and a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling, and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 1940, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make China great, (not to imply that China is necessarily greater than any other country or is the only "China" in the eastern hemisphere or that there are not other hemispheres of equal dignity), and without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith, or sexual preference or identity of the wishee (or lack thereof with regards to any or all of such, or other, factors) (and further not to imply that the 5 Year Plan should be considered a program for those afflicted, through no fault of their own, with some form of psychological or physical depression occasioned by the natural reduction of sunlight or increase in precipitation due to seasonal factors (or increase/reduction for those in the so-called Southern Hemisphere)). (Note: based on some news stories we are modestly concerned about the Mayan calendar since it apparently predicts the End Of Time (EOT) in 2012, unless inappropriately interpreted by non-Mayan so-called "scholars", but we disclaim any responsibility for the EOT and as a matter of public policy we do not advocate the EOT).

[Valkstadt]

Rome, The Imperial Republic of Italy
January 4, 1940

It was a sunny day in Rome. The sound of clacking boots was heard throught the city as soldiers marched quite often. The IRI was preparing her forces for war at any moment. Italy had been fighting everyone over the last couple years. She was fiercely independent and would not bow down to anyone. Still, Italians were happy and relaxed in their day to day routines.
Mario Russo sat quietly with his newspaper at his favorite bistro with his best friend Max Conti.

"So hows business at Conti's" Mario asked.

"Getting there" he responded, still reading his paper. "Supreme Leader Mancini's neo-capitalist policies are spurring the economy a bit." Max owned a local watch store, one of the finest in Rome.

"Yes, I do rather enjoy the fact the Luigi genuinly cares about Italy. Not like the last hack that was in power, couple years back." Mario took a sip of his coffee and flipped to the back of his news paper. "You read the article about the Civil War in Bosnia?

"Not yet" Max responded.

"Says the Bosnian crusaders are givin' the muslims hell. Captured Tuzla and ..... Zenica. Only a matter of time until they retake Sarajevo. I here we're making bank importing weapons to the crusaders." Mario set down his paper blew his coffee a little to cool it off.

"Is that so." Max mumbled, lost in his article about the market. "I was just reading about the Frenchies. They are pretty pissed off at the Brits. They are demanding the low countries."

"Ha"! Mario laughs. "Give 'em hell Clemenceau. That bastard conquered East Africa and he's still not satisfied?"

"Guess not. But who gives a damn these days. Max finishes his paper and checks his watch. "I kinda like the French if you ask me."

"Yeah, real go getters. Mario checks his watch and sets his mug down. "Looks like lunch is about over. I guess I'll see you tomarrow."

"Alright, tell Sophia I said hi."

"Ok, stay out of trouble now."

The two men went their seperate ways.

[Andonam]

The Declarer, January 4th, 1940 Edition

Pg. 5. Weekly Feature: Imperial Review: From the minds of the Common Man

-Today's Interview-ee; Jaffe Allin, Steel Refinery Foreman, Serbia.

Qus. 1: How do you feel about the current state of the Balkans?

Ans: I'd say I'm pretty content with it. The Brotherhood [of The Prophet] have done a wonderful job at bringing these former heathen territories onto the true path of Allah. I'd say you hardly see one out of ten still clinging to those crosses of theres. Istanbul is all the closer thanks the rails and roads, and the economy is booming... hell, the only thing people ever seem to worry about is the wall going up on Francis's border. I, for one, aren't very threatened by those decaying fools in Vienna though.

Qus. 2: What is your opinion on the Sultan's and Declarent's Performance?

Ans: I'm actually quite happy with both of them. The Palace really benefited from the wake-up call the new blood brought in... shook out the corrupt offices and fossilized systems, but kept itself stable enough so we didn't see anything too radical. I mean, can you imagine if those women's "rights" focks got there way? I'd come home just as sweaty and worn, but with a dirty house, unclean dishes, and an empty sandwich plate.

Qus. 3: What is your favorite form of entertainment available in the Empire today?

Ans: I always look forward to the nightly radio shows, and my boys love them just as much as I do. The New 1001 Nights would have to be my favorite, they have some good authors there, but The Lone Janissary fills the air just as well. I'm also pretty found of reading, and have been known to see the Greek theatrics troops whenever they come up this way.

Qus. 4: What nation, other then the Empire, are you most interested in, and why?

Ans: Germany, hands down. They're a real piece of work... and I mean that in a good way. Came up from nearly nothing, and from so many groups. It will be interesting to see what the Kaiser's men do... rumor has it Hammurabi is interested in a marriage pact... but people make stuff up about that all the time.

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Istanbul, Sublime Ottoman Empire, January 4th, 1940

Traditionally, when the Sultan held court with nearly anybody, it was required that he be hidden behind a curtain, in respect of his divine visage. It was also required that the other party would remove their shoes and routinly kneel into submission... however annoying it was. Thankfully, with the advent of the Declarent to his role, Hammurabi had finnaly gotten the excuse to discard those outdated rules, allowing him to hold his advisory meetings in a more modern fashion; namely, at a table, with his advisers before him, the young Declarent at his side, and a massive table, with a political map of the world, filling in the empty space.

"Councilors and Friends," the man stood up, opening his hands in a mighty gesture. "It pleases me to see you all alive and well, and prepared to serve our glorious empire," he felt rather silly with all this showmanship... but it was what was expected of him. "Now, who wishes to present their findings first?"

A thick, rather angular man to his right was the first up... hard as a rock and dressed in ceremonial military dress; green vest, poffy brown pants, turban, and leather armguard. "Your Master of Arms, Worship, would request your permission to speak."... Damat Baghdadi. A real by-the-book sort of man.

"Speak freely," Hammurabi gave a curt nod, soliciting a bow from Damat.

"Yes," the Master shuffled through the papers had before him, straghting out the haphazard edges. "First and foremost, I have reports from the North that Austria is building up his defenses along the border. Forts, dugouts, guns.. that sort of thing. " He traced the area on the map-table with his finger. "None of it has intreched on our borders... yet. However... it is somewhat unnerving to the people. I currently favor a movement of troops to the area in order to match them."

The Declarent, sitting next to him, seemed deep in thought, brows arched the way they did. "The Austrian economy is hardly a powerhouse. We out-people them over 4 to 1, and their professional army is non-existent, and thus the troops poorly trained. They would bankrupt themselves if they tried to build such on both our and Germany's borders.... Voice of the Ottomans," he directed his gaze a few spots down the table, to a wiry mine with a rather bushy mustache and thinning scalp, Limberakis Gerakaris. "Can you contact Berlin and set up a time I may have a private telegram line with the Kaiser? With His Worship present, of course." Hammurabi saw the sly smile as he turned towards him, then back to the court.

"You would approve of this, Sultan?" Limberakis looked at his lord, slightly worriedly.

Taking a moment to consider, Hammurabi felt his eyes move from the court, to the declarent. I think I see where he's going... "I do approve," he answered strongly. "My Declarent has yet to fail us, and I feel we are thinking along the same lines. Indeed, send out the request at once!" His voice rang with authority at the last statement.

"Let it be done," was all he said before leaving the room, rushing off for the telegram chamber.

"If I may continue," The Master intrupted after a moment of pause. "I also have reports of those tiny Bosnian rebel movements... hardly a worth your time sir, but I thought you should know. Despite reports of a few gunpowder weapons among them, most style themselves in the outdated "Crusader" regalia. Sending blade against shot, thinking their Christian god will bring fire to defend them..." Everybody in the room coulden't help but get a little chuckle out of this. "Not to mention, their strategy is terrible. They've charged major cities, only to lose most of their men to local defenses. A few small communities near the Italian border still have to be subjected... but other then that the old men have been killed, the boys taken to the Janissary's Barracks for training, and good Muslims sent to resettled the area from Anatolia. If anything, this revolt is a boon for us."

With that, he set down is papers, taking a seat, the next of them preparing to stand.

"Now, Keeper of the Coin. I believe you have a report on the result of our new poll tax rate?".....
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From the Office of The Voice of the Ottomans, Istanbul, STOP
To the German Department of Foreign Relations STOP.

I send this message with best wishes from his Glorious Sultan, Hammurabi I, Walker of the Path STOP He hopes that his brother in the family of nations and rising powers is healthy and happy STOP. The Ottoman Empire wishes to set up a telegram line for a private meeting on international co-operation in affairs concerning both Germany and The Ottoman Empire between The Kaiser and his closest advisers, and the Sultan and his closest advisers STOP Our plans would have much benefit for Germany, and contribute to their hopes for a international prestige and power STOP

[Carathon]

Austria - July 16 1940

Austria's agriculture was in a bad condition. Austria focused on industrialization and Infrastructure, long neglecting agriculture. Today that was about to change. The Ministry of Agriculture started a new program. Farmers are to receive advanced machinery, instructions on how to operate it, high grade fertilizer made from sewage, compost and a bit of ground up animal biomass and a small amount of seeds.

This is exchanged for a agreement that the farmers will meet certain quotas. This is estimated to double Austria's agriculture by next year or so. Sadly enough, Austria currently is still dependent on foreign sources of foodstuffs. This in mind, the Austrian Government and various Austrian merchants are asking for foodstuffs in exchange for ball bearings, machinery and the such. " Vienna Tea " Austrian cherry-lemon flavored cola is also available for purchase.

Meanwhile, another decree issued by the Ostkaiser himself, orders that the military retrains twice every year, as not to become " rusty. "
The Austrian industry, being rather large causes the military to have a large number of tanks and planes compared to infantry.

Finally, the first of the Austrian Synthetic fuel factories are completed in Hungary. Being built near a coal factory for ease of production of said synthetic fuel. Anti freeze is added to the fuel as it is produced, to prevent freezing in the cold balkan winters.
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Austrian Propaganda -

The camera zooms on a peaceful " Christmas Story Time " village. All the inhabiants are happy and are hard at work for the Austrian
Empire. Suddenly the sky darkens and shadows are cast on the village. Sinister music begins to play as a woman points forward and screams. The camera pans towards a army of Ottomans. Misshapen, hunchbacked and deformed the leader yells in a deep, guttural ugly voice - " ATTACK ! " The Ottomans limp forward towards the village, causing the villagers to flee in fear. " HELP! HELP! " An club footed Ottoman reaches for a woman and her son, grinning evilly. Suddenly, a bayonet pierces the Ottoman's hand as he roars in pain.

The camera pans towards a tall, handsome army of Austrian, smiling. The cowardly Ottomans hide behind each other and various objects. The Austrian Army moves forward, beating the ottomans often in comical ways. " Satan, your followers need your aid! " a small Ottoman yells. An Austrian laughs, grips the tiny deformed Ottoman, and throws him over the mountains. " RETREAT BACK INTO OUR DESERTS - UGH! " The Austrian Captain promptly impales the leader of the Ottomans through the heart with an Austrian flag, killing him.

In the background, The Austrian soldiers are being held up by the villagers which are cheering " HIP HIP HOORAY! " The Austrian Captain, turns directly towards the viewer, flag in hand, waving valiantly. " Only YOU can defeat the satanist Ottoman meance! Join the Ostkaiser's Army TODAY! " The captain smiles. Patriotic music plays as the screen fades to black.

[Neo Arcad]

January 1940
New Tyre City, Tyrian Republic
External Affairs Aedile


"As far as I'm concerned, they can beat each other to death!" The External Affairs Prefect's exclamation came as a result of the Foreign Vicar-Prefect's inquiry as to what was to be done concerning the European state of affairs. New Tyre had always been a neutral nation, and didn't want to go seeking any kind of war now. This attitude was pervasive in the government offices up and down Bullinger Street. But there was clearly something going down in Europe; and it was dangerously close to the Tyrian colony of Celtia.

With that in mind, the External Affairs Prefect sat down and called up the Legate. Georgio Lafevre picked up on his end rather promptly. His mind, too, was on Celtia, and the possibility of impending danger there. "Mr. Legate, I have a few concerns I want to lay out for you, and some solutions for the same problems." said the Prefect, after they'd exchanged greetings and pleasantries. "Certainly, Jean-Luc. I'm all ears." replied the Tyrian ruler.

"The state of affairs in Europe is getting much worse. We may not have to go to war against anyone, but I would much prefer to be safe instead of sorry. Now, in the event of a war, we may count on the reliability of our ground troops. Our Calvin tanks have better armour than any other tanks in the world, and the M1903 rifle is as reliable as anything. But as any war would surely occur in Celtia, I would like to send two extra divisions there, to reinforce our garrison. That's my first concern. The second one stems from our naval prowess. I won't lie to you, Georgio, we have a huge navy. But it has a lot of ocean to cover, and we need more ships. Specifically, more aircraft carriers. The La Rochelle-class is perfectly fine; they're fast enough and carry enough planes. But we have to begin building more of them. More destroyers and cruisers, too. Any naval production you're willing to authorize is a welcome boon. Additionally, we must begin building defensive walls in Celtia. There's an ancient Roman fortification line there that we can build off of, known as "Hadrian's Wall". It's entirely within our land, so we can keep the project under wraps for a while. It might upset the English. Which brings me to my final point: foreign relations. We should put feelers out to the Western Federation as well as the League of Paris. We should shop around before we place purchase in either group, don't you agree? Anyway, that's all I have to ask, Mr. Legate."

Georgio Lefevere thought about it for a few silent moments. "That sounds like the sort of thing we need to do, Prefect. You have my authority to make it happen. Thank you for bringing all this so concisely to my attention." With that, he hung up and went back to internal affairs. There were quite a few scattered concerns about various subjects, such as the Falkland Islands, as well as requests for another regiment, to reinforce the scattered garrisons in Eastern Mouritan. Legate Lefevere set about his daily tasks, putting Europe to the back of his mind. There was little to do about it but watch and wait.

[Katyuscha]

Berlin, Germany
January 4th, 1940

"The Ottomans?" Wilhelm asked in both excitement snd disbelief. "They want to speak with me?.... interesting."

"Yes, Kaiser." responded one of his advisors who stood at the opposite end of the room. "They sent a telegram ealier detailing the possibility of a diplomatic conference between you, your advisors and the Sultan and his advisors."

The Kaiser stood and took a few steps forward. The Ottomans sure knew how to tickle his fancy. Allying with an empire as old and powerful as that of the Ottomans was a key move in increasing Germanys influence in Europe. Then again.... the Ottomans also had close relations with the French. Germanys rival for centuries. Did he really want to ally with them if it meant having to tolerate the French?

"Send the Ottomans a response saying I agree." The Kaiser said quickly. "I want a conference with the Sultan as soon as possible."

"Yes, Kaiser." replied the advisor who left the room to sebd the telegram.

The Kaiser sat back down in his chair abd called for an aid who served him some wine and turned on a phonograph. The Kaiser sat and relaxed, contemplating the most recent events.

To: The Ottoman Department of Foreign Relations
From: The German Department of Foreign Relations

We, the Grand German Empire accept your proposal of a private discussion between our leaders. The discussion will take place at a time of ypir choosing. We hope to be able to work out some kind of agreement.

[Valkstadt]

Rome, The Imperial Republic of Italy
January 16, 1940

"Supreme Leader Mancini!" a senator said with a salute. "The vote has been tallied, 87 for the formation of a new alliance, 13 against.

"Very well... I will contact the leaders and formally invite them to the Greater European Entente GEE" Mancini propped his feet up on his desk and grabbed the phone.
He spun the rotary several times and dismissed the senator. "Yes, Moretti. Go ahead and send the telegrams." Mancini hung up the phone and relaxed. He was free for now.

Official Telegram of the Imperial Republic of Italy

ENCRYPTION: high

TO:The leaders of France, Austria, Scandinavia, and Russia

FROM: Supreme Leader Luigi Mancini
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Respected leader of your glorious land,

Our old alliances are crumbling, a new one must be forged! On behalf of Italy, I invite you to join one mighty alliance, whose idiology and goals are one. To join this alliance

means to swear to protect your new ally, whether it be monetarilly or militarily. It means to open free trade amongst ourselves so that we may be strong. I have faith that

one day the world will be a peaceful utopia because of our will and strength.

Good luck and godspeed,

Supreme Leader of Italy, Luigi Mancini

After the telegram was sent, a military sumit was called by the Supreme Leader.

"Gentlemen, we no doubt, have the largest navy in Europe." An Italian admiral said to the gathered group of military strategist. "We must put it to good use. We need 8 battleships patroling the Adriatic with an aditional 3 carriers and 5 destroyers. The rest of our European Fleet will remain in their respective western and southern ports."

The men began to whisper. "I think we should also call back 3/4ths of our Carribbean Fleet and African Fleet, to back up our European Fleet. The Pacific Fleet however, must keep put. The Iotano Est Isole are far too important to leave unguarded."

[Garwall]

January 7th, 1940
11:45 AM
London, England
French Embassy

Ned rubbed his temples slowly, and sighed. This damned headache wouldn't seem to leave him. He rested his elbows on his desk, a virtual hurricane of papers and folders. The last several days had been hell at the Embassy, over the fiery speech that the Commandant Général had delivered on the 1st. They had received a transcript of the speech the next day, as they were unable to tune in to the broadcast itself when it happened. He had read it several times, and every time he read it he wanted to take the first flight to Paris and be with his family, for what the Commandant was implying could only lead to two things: a golden age for France, or something far worse.

Ned Beringer was a clerk in the French Embassy in London, a favored job as he was half-English, and had lived in London for most of his youth, his parents had sent him there so he would escape the bloodshed of the Third Revolution. His wife, however, had not. There were many nights where he woke in the dead of night to find Sarah clinging to his arm, her chest tight and body trembling. He shook the thought from his head. As soon as I get a chance to talk to the Chief of Staff, I'm taking my vacation days and getting the hell out of here, he thought to himself.

The sound of footsteps drew his attention, and he looked behind him. Speak of the devil, he thought, as the Chief of Staff of the Embassy walked in. He was a short, stubby man with balding hair, and a severely unkempt collared shirt and tie. None of them have been getting much sleep of late. "All rise!" he barked, and stepped to the side to reveal the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the French Revolutionary Government, Jacques Bordeaux. In stark contrast to the Chief of Staff, he was tall, with black hair neatly combed back in a professional manner. He looked no older than twenty five, although he was nearing his fortieth birthday. He wore a fine grey suit, and ad an air of authority about him. The axe with the tri-color ax-head of the party was pinned on his left breast pocket. The staff of the Embassy rose at once, giving a brief salute before returning to their seats at the motion of the Minister's hand.

Ned's headache worsened. Normally all interaction with foreign governments is done through the Chief of Staff, as Jacques was far more accustomed to delegating his words to those beneath him. His appearance in person could not be a coincidence after the Commandant's speech. "Ned!" the Chief broke in, shattering his thoughts. "I need a formal meeting arranged between a proper representative of the English government arranged with the most Noble Ambassador here. Make it for as soon as possible." Ned nodded, and replied with the standard yes-sir, right-away sir, that was expected of all the Party Members. In truth, his Chief-Of-Staff was not much different than other men apart of the Party that held any kind of seniority. He shook his head again. It was getting harder to focus, he'd have to get more coffee at some point. He dragged the heavy typewriter in front of him forward, grabbed a fresh sheet of paper, and got to work.

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Official Communique of the French Fourth Republic

Addressed to: King Daniel III of England
From: Minister of Foreign Affairs and Ambassador Jacques Bordeaux
Regarding: Status of English France and the Low Countries

Most Esteemed King, it is with a grave heart that I address you with this Communique. As we have all heard the words of the Commandant Général, as well as his intentions, on behalf of the French Fourth Republic I am tasked with carrying out the diplomatic wills of the Commandant. It is with this in mind I request a meeting between yourself and I, or someone with the proper authority to negotiate the current status of the territories in question. I assure you that ignoring this issue will only lead to things getting out of hand very quickly. The Office of the Embassy is open at all times, and I shall remain in London until a proper understanding is formed between our two nations.

Signed by Jacques Bordeaux, Minister of Foreign Affairs and Ambassador of the French Fourth Republic

[Neo Arcad]

(Click the radio to hear the advert!)

Aconsul Calvin Bernadotte flicked off the radio, chuckling slightly at the concise advertisement. The Aconsul's office was a simple, nautically-decorated room overlooking the naval base at Albany. The walls were plastered with charts of the various oceans in which the Tyrian Navy operated. Which was to say, very nearly all of them. Dozens of differently shaped purple pins indicated battleships, dockyards, aircraft carriers, and all sorts of things. There was a convoy leaving Goodspirit, headed for Celtia; and several shiny new aircraft carrier pins right next to dockyard pins. A ceiling fan with broad, leaf-shaped blades created vortexes in the smoke of the Aconsul's cigar.

It would be prudent at this point to explain all the funny titles in the Tyrian Republic. They're all based on Roman ones, drawing on the classical mediterranean themes of New Tyre's naming system. The Legate is like a President; and the Prefects are like Ministers or Secretaries. "Vicarius" is applied in various forms to denote junior status, like "Undersecretary". Aconsuls are naval commanders; Terconsuls are land commanders. These are derived from "consul", a Roman general-politician's title; while the prefixes are short versions of "Aqua" and "Terra"- "Water" and "Earth". Beyond the "Vicar" versions of these, there are lesser leaders denoted by the prefix "In", short for "Inferior". Under these Roman ranks, equivalent to flag officers, the system is thankfully normal in its ranks, which are derived partially from the French system, and partially from the British.

[Inkarzikan]

January 7th, 1940
1:32 PM
London, England
Buckingham Palace

King Daniel III rubbed his eyes. He had been pulling two all-nighters, as the entire Kingdom had been in chaos, after news of the Commandant Général's speech spread throughout the nation. He popped open the cap of ADD medicine. He took a pill, studied it, and ingested it again. King Daniel slowly laid his head on the desk, which he attempted to organize, but all the cluttered things on it made that not possible. He closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

London was the name of a burning city. King Daniel saw many tower-sized Redcoat soldiers in a line, and at the front was a Frenchman, holding up a rifle. A boom filled the air, as smoke was released from the end of barrel. One by one, like dominoes, the Redcoats fell, onto the city. The King, along with his wife, Queen Jane and their children, Prince Henry and Princess Mary, were thrown into a vehicle and driven down to the coastal city of Dover. They were forced out, and aligned on a wall. In front of them was the wall of the main building of the castle, and above it was a flagpole. The last thing King Daniel saw before a bag was placed on his head was the rising of the French flag over an English castle. The traitor guards raised their rifles and shot their heads with a boom. Their legs collapsed, and they slowly slid down the wall, leaving a blood trail behind. The guards walked away, and left the bodies to rot. A loud, omniscient voice filled King Daniel's dream.
Tick tock, goes the clock
The French are on the block
Tick tock, and all too soon
That you and I must die.
The rhyme kept repeating in King Daniel's head, sang by English children. King Daniel, as a ghost, floated over the city of London, watching Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, Parliament, and more buildings ignite in fire and collapse.

Prime Minister William McIntyre burst into the Royal Office, almost tripping over the antique sofa. He was carrying the message sent by Jacques Bordeaux. William McIntyre was a man of power, sophistication, and elegance. He was a middle-aged man, already bursting out in white hair. He was known for his quick-thinking and that he always knew what to do. This crisis, over the French territory, was one of the few things that he had no idea on what to do. He actually felt worried about the results of an English-French war. Of course, England would call on it's allies, the North American Commonwealth and the Pacific Coalition and more, but the French would call on the League of Paris. It would start a war that would rage an all 7 continents, William believed. He saw King Daniel shaking, and slammed the French paper on his desk. He did a quick bow.
"Your Majesty, this is important."

King Daniel was jolted awake, and saw the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister had a look of shock and desperation on his face as he pointed to the telegram on the desk.
"What is this?" King Daniel said, his hands and arms shaking. He ripped the seal off, and slowly unwrapped the bronze paper.
"Are you okay? You are shaking." The Prime Minister said, putting his hand on the King's arm, stopping it.
"I am fine. What is this?"
"The French. They want the French Territory and the Low Countries."
"I know that, I heard the Commandant General's speech. Now, what is this?"
"They want to organize a meeting regarding the territories."
"Good, we are avoiding war. For now. I will attend, and I do hope you do aswell." The King said, moving to type on the typewriter.

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To: Jacques Bordeaux
From: King Daniel III, of England
Subj: Territory Crisis meeting

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Greetings,
I will gladly attend a meeting between us regarding the English France crisis. War is looming- I can tell that both you and I can see that. I desperately wish for us to avoid any armed conflict. I want us to work this out, and save the lives of many citizens and soldiers.

Sincerely,
King Daniel III

[Sentinel XV]

The United Federation of Russia

Chambers of the Tribunal Council for Foreign Policy
Moscow, Russia

The message from Italy arrived in due time, going through a careful decryption process using a key code that was already in Russia's possession. The message, having arrived at the Centre for International Mail in Moscow (having been shipped there from the Moscow Telegraph Station), was then forwarded on to the Tribunal Council for Foreign Policy. It was that Tribunal Council who had the ultimate say on foreign relations, unless the Executive Council were to take an interest in the case. Such was the magnitude of the decision, though, that a phone call was made to a direct emergency line in the chambers of the Executive Council, where it was answered by Speaker of the Council Johann Steele. A brief dialogue ensued between the head of the Tribunal Council for Foreign Policy and the Speaker of the Council. It was unanimously decided between both councils on what would be the best course of action for Russia to take considering their international position and the current times, and as such the phone call ended and the Tribunal Council for Foreign Policy began to craft a response brief that would be sent to Italy. After 2 hours of deliberation and wording, the brief was sent via courier to the Executive Council, where it was approved on vote of 5 "yay" to 0 "nay". The brief was then telegraphed to the Moscow Telegraph Station, where it was transcribed, thoroughly encrypted, and sent to Italy. It read as such:

The United Federation of Russia

ENCRYPTION .. High

TO .. Imperial Republic of Italy

FROM .. United Federation of Russia

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We have received and reviewed your proposal. The plan of action outlined is intriguing and was analyzed by both the Tribunal Council for Foreign Policy, and the Executive Council. Due to conflicting interests, and acting in the best interest of the United Federation of Russia, we must respectfully decline your offer for alliance. This is not to say that the United Federation considers Italy in any way an inferior entity, but it is not in the best interest of the United Federation and thus such a venture cannot be pursued.

Signed,
The Executive Council of the United Federation of Russia

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Omsktransmash Factory Plant No. 47
Nizhny Novgorod, Russia

The sound of molten metals being poured into molds was subtle compared to the booming machine presses and assembly lines of Omsktransmash Factory Plant No. 47. Here in Nizhny Novgorod, one of Russia's industrial capitols, Factory Plant No. 47 was one of the leading producers of L-60 tanks and BA-20 armored cars, as well as producing a number of civilian industrial trucks and vehicles.

A man wearing a hardhat and carrying a clipboard moved from station to station along Assembly Route #7 of the Omsktransmash plant. He was wearing a cleanly pressed suit, and his face seemed to be stuck in a perpetual scowl. He was an inspector from the Russian government, particularly the Tribunal Council for State Industry. Being that Omsktransmash was a state-owned unitary enterprise, it underwent nearly five times the inspections that a private enterprise would see in a year. This was not to say that the government was any harsher on Omsktransmash's many factories, it was just that the BA-2 and the L-60 were integral parts of the Russian military. Great investments had been made in Omsktransmash's structure for it to thrive the way that it has, and the Russian government expected the quality of vehicles produced from Omsktransmash plants to be at the highest level possible.

Currently, the No. 47 plant alone was spitting out 80 BA-2 armored cars and 50 L-60 tanks a day, a number which was expected to increase to 150 BA-2's and 125 L-60's by the end of July. All around Russia, plants just like Omsktransmash Factory Plant No. 47 were churning out everything from PZL.50 Jastrab Fighter Planes, to MAS-36 service rifles, to industrial materials, and everything in between. Industry in Russia was booming, and it was among the very best in Europe. Buffered by a thriving economy and a strong military, the Russian industrial sector looked poised to continue to grow long into the future.

---

Chambers of the Executive Council
Moscow, Russia


The engraved wooden doors of the chambers of the Executive Council swung open on oiled hinges. Through the opened portcullis a trio of stiff-backed, military suited gentlemen proceeded. They were dressed in staunch military fashion, their shoulder stripes flashing with glints of metal and their various campaign pins and service and rank medals shining on their chests. Removing their General's visor hats, they nodded curtly to the 5 councilmen and seated themselves in high-backed leather chairs.

The trio of military men were the three generals of the United Federation of Russia Armed Forces. There was Lazar Danilograd, General and Commander of the UFR Army; Dimitry Gavriilovich, General and Commander of the UFR Navy; and Vladimir Rousseau, General and Commander of the UFR Air Force.

They, in turn, were faced by the Executive Council of the United Federation of Russia: Johann Steele, the Speaker of the Council, and Dimitrov Arkadin, Akim Matvei, Andrei Staikovsky, and Iosif Evdokiya, Councilmen.

The reason for the Generals' presence in the Executive Council's chambers was a regularly-scheduled military summit which brought together the heads of the three UFR military branches and the supreme UFR governing body.

The concourse and direction of this particular summit would be the state of Russian border protection as well as the Eastern Front.

"Your report, Commander Danilograd," said a stern-faced Johann Steele.

"Of course, Speaker Steele, sir," replied the gruff Danilograd with a nod, "the current state of ground forces on and around the Russian border is stable. We have spread our peace-time forces evenly around the border, on all places save the Northern Siberian coasts. We have centric forces stationed on the Chinese border, and the Western Front. The lowest concentration is on our Eastern seafront, although there is a normal force bordering Kamchatka. We are moving to steadily mobilize Sections 5A and 6A of our forces, and the estimated completion date for that is in 5 weeks. They will be stationed on the Chinese and Western Fronts."

Steele nodded, and then looked to Dimitry Gavriilovich.

"Commander Gavriilovich, your report please."

"Yes sir," said Gavriilovich in reply, "our Navy is strong sir, but it was never the strongest. We are a growing force, and our shipyards work around the clock to produce seaworthy vessels. Additional resources could be allotted to the Navy for expansion, but historically Russia has engaged in few sea battles, so that is a matter of perspective assault. As for current logistics, we have heavy centric forces on all major sea-to-river connections, especially in the Volga trade route. We have an Arctic fleet that patrols the Siberian waters, and our Eastern coast contains most of our active fleets as well as our harbored main fleets."

Stroking his chin, Steele mulled over what Gavriilovich had said.

"Perhaps a stimulus would be beneficial to your division, Commander Gavriilovich, I will send an inquiry to the Tribunal Council for the Military," said Steele, now turning to Iosif Evdokiya, "Commander Evdokiya, I would hear your report now."

"Certainly, Speaker Steele, sir," said the comparatively youthful Evdokiya, "our Air Force is very strong at the moment, sir. We have constant supply of new planes and new recruits, but due to the time of peace we are experiencing we are limited mainly to training missions and the occasional scouting run over Ottoman or Western territories. As I said, most of our force is grounded at the moment, but overall we can obtain full mobilization in little under a month."

After a round of extended briefing on the affairs of the state, including the denied alliance with Italy, the meeting concluded.

[Thanatttynia]

THE KINGDOM OF SCANDINAVIA

The Political System

The United Kingdoms of Scandinavia - that is, Sweden, Finland, Denmark and Norway are all divided into regions, which are then divided into counties and municipalities. These municipalities hold an election every four years as to who they want for mayor. Some municipalities, differ, however, notably Oslo, Copenhagen, Helsinki and Stockholm. These elect a Royal General, who speak for the whole of their country on some issues against the Opposition Leaders on behalf of their party in their respective parliaments. The counties, however, elect a whole Council every two years, and a Member of the Nordic Parliament every four years. Every three months, the Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, Finnish and Lithuanian Councils all send their Cabinet of Ministers, selected by the King himself, their Royal General and the Mayors of the most important cities and towns to the Folketing where they meet with the King and his Noble Ministers from all over the Empire. This process is repeated in the Colonies, the governments of each colony meeting in a different host city every year to discuss issues. The King sometimes attends, though often, they are expected to do without him.

Royalty

His Majesty Achille I, King of Denmark, King of Norway, King of Sweden, Brazilian Emperor, Grand Prince of Finland, of Madagascar and Mozambique, Grand Duke of Lithuania and of Scandinavian West Africa, of the Imperial House of Oldenburg-Savoy is the one true ruler of all of the states listed above. However, each Kingdom has its own system of nobility. The Prince of Svalbard is the Crown Prince, the Prince of Denmark is the Eldest Brother of the Ruling Monarch, the Prince of Norway the second son of the King and the Prince of Copenhagen the Grand Duke of Oldenburg. These nobility are encouraged to marry within.

To add to the Norwegian, Swedish, Danish and Finnish Crown Regalia, a new crown has just been finished. It is named 'The Crown of Achille' .

OOC: This is more of a tag than anything.

[Ceannairceach]

Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, Peninsular District,
The Dependency of Kamchatka, The Pacific Coalition

To call the Dependency of Kamchatka a true colony would be an insult to colonies everywhere. Truly it was merely a large military outpost surrounded by various civilian settlements, along with the native encampments and townships. Kamchatka offered no real benefit to the Pacific Coalition, save for its fish and tourism. There were rumors and some evidence of petroleum basins in the Arctic District, but the Coalition had neither the time nor the resources to tap it in full at the moment. Private contractors occasionally ventured north to claim the resources owned currently by the Pacific Coalition Dependency Resources Bureau, but few came back with profits.

The military was, in fact, the primary focus of the Dependency, for it had no other value other than as a strategic asset. In the port city of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, connected to the sea via Avacha Bay, the Navy of the Pacific Coalition makes its northern home. Dozens of ships sit idly in the waters, silently breathing in the cold and waiting for orders from its governing department. Grand ships, such as the PCV King of Hawai'i, a large battleship that dominates the bay, or the PCV Aleutians, one of many PC aircraft carriers made to control the air from the sea, sat in the deep center of the bay, acting as hubs of activity for the sleepy sailors and seamen. Icebreakers mulled around the port, breaking up the last vestiges of the winter ice that annoyed the cities boats every winter.

Petrolavlovsk-Kamchatsky, or Navy Town as it is known to those in the Coalition who can't bother to learn the Russian pronunciation of things, and they are many, is a pretty town, to say the least. It wouldn't be the tourist hub of the Dependency if it wasn't. Home to dozens of tourism groups supplying items such as bear hunting and river boating ad mountain climbing up the cities famous volcanoes, the city is often bustling with tourists from across the Pacific Coalition and beyond. It is fair to say that if the military presence disappeared, the Dependency could survive on tourism and fishing, though only barely.

In the Dependency Government Building, located near the center of the city, the local government decided on day-to-day issues and some more spanning ones, though often the Pacific Coalition Department of Dependencies decides, in conjunction with the Coalition Assembly and Chief Executive, what the long term goals and deeds of the Dependency are.

Currently, the Kamchatka Dependent Assembly was meeting to discuss fishing permits this year. The ammount of fish harvested was up since last year, but surveys said that at this rate certain species would be in danger of extinction in the region. So, they debated and considered proposals, as governments did.

But this isn't about them. Across the street from the Government Building was the Bears' Tongue Bar and Grill, a strange mix of Kamchatka culture and American provincial cuisine. Despite its foreignness, it was a favorite of the natives, who, although they put up a front of clinging to their native Sibero-Russian culture, surely didn't mind the influx of new equipment and commodities. Like beef, oodles and oodles of beef, not the grey muck that passed for it on native reservations.

The Bears' Tongue was indeed a hotspot, as it maintained a rather large television setup, one of the few functioning ones in the Dependency that wasn't government owned. At the moment, it was displaying the feed from Coalition United, the premier news agency in the Coalition, if only because they had the largest technological budget.

A wiry woman sat on screen, shuffling papers on her desk while looking at the camera. Her image was black and white, grainy, with nondescript features. She spoke the language of the Coalition--Hawaiian Spanish, a jumbled mix of the Hawaiian language and the first European language the people came across--with ease and grace, obviously a fluent speaker from Hawaii or one of the Provinces. "In international news, European tension is on the rise in recent days as France and Germany build up defenses along their respective borders, insiders say. The French Commandant General, Francis Clemenceau, has issued an ultimatum to the Kingdom of England, demanding they cede English France to the Fourth Republic and demilitarize the Low Countries, on pain of war. The Kingdom of England is a member state in the Western Federation, and as such, the Pacific Coalition is bound by treaty to support them in defensive wars and properly justified offenses. Despite this fact, Chief Executive Joshua Liliuokalani has yet to comment, citing the possibility for peace as a reason to withhold agitating either nation. Critics of the Executives regime say that he is backing out on his allies defense in favor of shoring up his own safety, while supporters note that the English king, Daniel the Third, has yet to comment himself, and thus it would be preemptive at this time. The Secretary of Relations has released a statement, however, that hints towards an eventual show of support to our allies in Europe. Quote, 'We will not abandon England in its time of need, and though we have no comment at this time, do not take that as a lack of faith in our allies across the Atlantic.'

"In other news, the Chinese have released plans to start a 'five year plan,' our reporters in Beijing say. Economic plan for glory, or a kicking a dying horse? Economists disagree, says our economics expert..." Her voice trailed off then, as the group of rowdy city natives and colonials discussed various news and events, or simply yammered on in a drunken stupor.

One friendly conversation at the bar, between a native Kamchatkan and a Hawaiian-descendent man born in the Dependency, was especially inductive of colonial feelings on the subject. Like many in the colonies, they spoke English; Neither side wanted to surrender their tongue, so they spoke English commonly, though most knew Hawaiian Spanish as well. "Eh, Vasily, you hear that?"

"Hear what? The news?"

"Yeah. About the French, Angles and Germs. What do you think?"

"I think they need a strong drink and a wild night, let off some steam, break the ice."

"Ah, come on, Vasily. This is important stuff! It could effect the entire Coalition! And you're a Pacifier, Dependent or not."

"Liko, Europe is a continent away! Russia and China are more important to me. When will the next Cossack cross the border and steal my to-be bride, eh? And when will some yellow fucker come up and buy up my house, huh? Those are Kamchatka problems."

"But England are our allies, hoapili! We might go to war if things go south there! And if Russia or China gets involved, you know they'll be gunning for us!"

"Then the navy boys out in the harbor will blast them to bits. I'm done with politics, Liko; Leave me to my drinking."

Shaking his head, the second man said, "Fine, Vasily. Still coming by tomorrow? Its my daughters male 'ana kuauna. We'd like you to be there; You've known her all your life."

"Of course I'll be there, Liko. Now go. Your wife will want you home by now."

"Right. Aloha, Vasily. Take care of yourself."

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Coalition Square, Crossroads, Capital District,
Hawaiian Province, The Pacific Coalition

The capital city of Crossroads, Honolulu to native Hawaiian speakers and Honuligio to Hawaiian Spanish speakers, was the jewel of the pacific ocean, to demean it. As the technological, scientific, cultural and political center of the Pacific Coalition, it could be described as the center of the world at the moment, given the nations intricate alliances and current world domination. Every culture that had contact with the Coalition could be found in some manner in Crossroads. Hence the English name for the city.

Coalition Square dominated the center of the city, a football field-sized stretch of cobbled land surrounded by the various government buildings and tourist sights, including the Museum of the Hawaiian Kingdom and the National Museum for the Pacific Coalition. The Square is a bit of old class in a modern city of apartments and highrises. Where a few blocks away apartments were being built and the newest skyscraper was being constructed, the Square maintained its island appeal, with the Hawaiian architecture and some Spanish influences dominating. The Aliiolani Hale, palace to the old Hawaiian kings and current seat of the Coalition government, dominated the Square at one end of the theoretical end zone. From it, the Coalition Assembly made its laws and the Chief Executive decided the course of the nation.

The Chief Executive was currently meeting with his top advisers, along with the Vice Executive and Assembly Speaker, and the entirety of his Executive Cabinet. The topics of discussion varied, but they always found their way back home. Currently, it was oil. As was par for the course, the Coalition, being a coastal nation, required fuel for its navy to protect its "borders" and maintain the status quo.

"I am telling you, Mr. Executive, we will be facing an oil crisis in the next few decades if we don't get ready immediately." Secretary of Resources Timi Horsehair was a American Coastal provincial, from one of the many reorganized tribes in the area under Pacific rule. The Coastal Provinces were some of the more loyal ones in the Coalition; They have been under Hawaiian rule for centuries, and due to a policy of cultural continuity, no one had reason to complain.

"We must start seeking alternatives on the homefront, in the form of recent innovations in wind and water power, and look for oil deposits elsewhere. In fact, I have a few ideas. Off the coast of the American Southern Province are natural oil and gas reserves that we can tap for spare resources. If we revoke environmental protection of the area, we can have the oil out and ready within the decade. Also, there is a oil basin north of our Russian holdings that can serve as a primary source of fuel, if we can access it. Not to mention the minor amount of Australian shale we hold, and fuel we can buy from allies and neutral nations..."

"I understand, Timi." Joshua Liliuokalani sounded tired; It was twelve at night in Hawaii, and politics can age a man to a farther extent than mere years could. "I will greenlight the project. The Executive Resource Act of 1888 still gives my office authority over oil production in times of emergency, and if you can find other reports on the subject, it should be enough to push this forward. Now please, let the others get a word in. Mr. Starkey, you told me you wished to voice an opinion on the status of Coalition relations?"

"Yes, Executive Liliuokalani." Standing from his seat, Gregor Alexandr Rostropovich Starkey, a Russian Dependent who earned citizenship in the Coalition Navy, worked his way up from humble seaman to Secretary of War. A unique case, to say the least, but a respectable one. "As you know, the Pacific Coalition is one of several premier powers in the world, being not only a successful nation in its own right, but also the head of a unified and powerful alliance. Though our industry is lacking, we have powerful friends in the North American Commonwealth who can handle this for us, in exchange for military support, as our current alliance details. We are in a good position, and are not destined to lose it.

"But this is not enough." The pause after this left the sting of the words in the air for the moment. "As you surely know from recent reports, the Commandant General of the French Republic is starting a fuss over the English territory on continental Europe, namely English France and the Low Countries. If we do not show support for them soon, it may be that the League of Paris gains ground in Europe, ground that belongs to England, King Daniel and the Western Federation.

"Now, despite the likelihood of wearing out the phrase, as you all know for a third time, a prolonged war would be disasterous for not only the English, but also for the Federation and the world. The Ottomans would cut off oil supplies to allied nations and any who dare support us, and while Ms. Horsehair's proposal has lessened that blow against us with her proposal, it would hardly do much for those without oil supplies accessible to them. But hope is not lost; Three nations seemed prepared to outlast any oil embargo. The first is Russia. Its massive oil reserves can be tapped by themselves and any they allow to increase a net gain even in a time of war. As such, it should be a priority to establish contact with the Russian Executive Council. Though this duty would normally fall under the duties of the Department of Relations, I feel that, as a native Russian, it would better suit the climate for the message to originate from myself, withe DoR support in the matter and, naturally, Executive and Assembly approval.

"Second on this list is the Chinese Empire. Beijing, though weak due to over-expansion and overpopulation, has recently issued a new economic plan built to create a stable nation within five years. Regardless of its effectiveness, they show intent to improve, which should not be ignored. I propose, thus, that we establish relations with the God-Emperor of China, a title I use cautiously due to my lack of faith in him as my god, and his government. Their mere size as the largest, in terms of population, nation on our globe would help immensely in any conflict we face in the coming days, not to mention their size in terms of area, which would open up a bounty of resources for their own use, given any technology we could export to the Empire, and for our use, assuming trade and resource sharing is established.

"Finally, the third nation is the Tyrian Republic, neighbors to our Australian Provinces. They maintain near hegemonic control over the Australian shale, save for that on the coasts we control, and are independent of bipartisan world politics. They also hold a diverse amount of land, from Patagonia in South America to the Gaelic Nations of Britain to their homeland in Oceania. With them at our side, the sides will be redrawn in favor of the Western Federation, even if only slightly. We could have naval deployments across the North Sea rather than just in England, and men on Patagonia to ensure the southern route is closed of in unison with the Panama Canal.

"Any one of these three nations could ensure an easier, less expensive victory against the League of Paris. We had the edge of numbers before, and with news that Rome wishes to break its participation in the treaty in favor of new endeavors, it is the time to act. It is my proposal that we move swiftly to bring at least one of these three nations into the fold of the Western Federation, if not more. Russia, China or Tyre could change the course of any future war, in Europe or elsewhere.

"I return the floor now to Mr. Liliuokalani, who I am sure shall have some criticisms and praises for my proposal." Sitting down to sincere applause from the majority of the present politicians, the eyes turned to the Chief Executive immediately, who was now put on the spot to respond.

"I can find no fault and much to praise with your proposal, Gregor, and shall move to implement it with haste. I applaud your initiative and ambition in this matter, and hope you will indeed be right about all you have said. God help us all if you are wrong."

As expected from the majority of the members present that day, the idea passed a secret gathering of the Assembly with ease, the vote kept quiet under orders from the Chief Executive due a "present and clear danger to the Coalition." Telegrams were sent to the appropriate nations as quickly as possible, in an effort to get the jump on the League before they realized the coming storm.

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Addressed To: Beijing Government, Chinese Empire
Addressed From: Crossroads Government, Pacific Coalition
Reason for Message: Establishment of Relations
Encrypted for safety

On behalf of the Chief Executive and Assembly of the Pacific Coalition and her Dependent Territories, I would like to extend to the God-Emperor of China and his government an invitation to establish diplomatic, economic and other such relations, towards the purpose of establishing a greater Pacific region and building lasting alliances. The God-Emperor may, should he choose to accept, present himself in person in Crossroads, or via virtual representation through ambassadors and diplomats, or request diplomatic presence in a neutral state or location mutually accessible by both parties. We look forward to seeing a greater Pacific in the future.

Ekewaka Morey, Secretary of Relations
Joshua Liliuokalani, Chief Executive
Hana Mani, Assembly Speaker

Addressed To: New Tyre Government, Tyrian Republic
Addressed From: Crossroads Government, Pacific Coalition
Reason for Message: Establishment of Relations
Encrypted for safety

On behalf of the Chief Executive and Assembly of the Pacific Coalition and her Dependent Territories, I would like to extend an invitation to the Legate of the Tyrian Republic to open diplomatic relations with the Coalition, to establish social, economic, political and diplomatic bonds, towards the purpose of establishing a Pan-Australian alliance and to produce a stronger and more unified Pacific region, economically and politically. The Legate may present himself, should he accept this invitation, in Crossroads in person, or via virtual representation through diplomats and ambassadors. Alternatively, he may request a meeting in a neutral state or location mutually accessible by both parties. We look forward towards seeing a better standing between our two nations in the future.

Ekewaka Morey, Secretary of Relations
Ricard Horn, Governor of the Northern Australia Province
Filo Mala, Governor of the Central Australian Province
Hora Yalu, Governor of the Southern Australian Province
Joshua Liliuokalani, Chief Executive
Hana Mani, Assembly Speaker

Addressed To: Moscow Government, United Federation of Russia
Addressed From: Crossroads Government, Pacific Coalition
Reason for Message: Establishment of Relations
Encrypted for safety

Greetings, Russian brothers in Moscow. On behalf of the Pacific Coalition and her Dependent Territories, I, Russian Dependent, Coalition citizen, Secretary of War and Russian by blood, Gregor Alexandr Rostropovich Starkey, would like to extend an invitation to the Executive Council of the United Federation of Russia to open diplomatic, social, economic and political relations with the Pacific Coalition. It is in the best interest for both the Coalition and the Russians that we, two states that dominate the world, you by land and us by sea, remain peaceful and cordial in this time of fraction. As such, I would like to visit Moscow, along with ambassadors from the Department of Relations, to establish relations with the goal of increasing cooperation between our two nations to benefit both our peoples. Should you accept, I shall depart for Moscow immediately, assuming transportation across Siberia can be arranged and Moscow is the location of our meeting. Specifically, I would like to discuss the sharing of the northeast most Siberian-Arctic oil basin, which falls split by our territory. I hope for a stronger bond between our two nations in the future.

Gregor Starkey, Secretary of War
Ekewaka Morey, Secretary of Relations
Joshua Liliuokalani, Chief Executive
Hana Mani, Assembly Speaker

Addressed To: London Government, Kingdom of England
Addressed From: Crossroads Government, Pacific Coalition
Reason for Message: Threat to Security
Encrypted for safety

On behalf of the Assembly of the Pacific Coalition and the entirety of the Western Federation, I would like to extend a hand of friendship in these dire times for the Kingdom of England. Should any assistance be required to shore up your defenses in British France or the Low Countries, a request is all that is required before the Atlantic Fleet is mobilized. It would be beneficial for any news related to French and League demands be forwarded to Crossroads for review. Do keep in touch and know we stand ready to push back the barbarians at the gates.

Joshua Liliuokalani, Chief Executive
Hana Mani, Assembly Speaker

[Neros]

January 30th, 1940
Imperial Square, Beijing
12:45 PM
Chinese Empire

The Imperial City was filled with the sounds of beating drums, war machines making their way down the Zhào Gǔ Dào (Imperial Old Road) and millions of people cheering in praise of China, the Offices, and most importantly, the God-Emperor. It was a military parade, intended to display the might of the Empire and to boost morale among the civilian populace. Overhead, airplanes took the skies in formation, running sorties over the Square and show-casing how far the Imperial Air force has come from a simple recon force only 25 years ago.

Speeches were given by major heads of the Government, each detailing their contribution to the Five Year Plan and how it shall revolutionize China. Very morale boosting, full of energy and the like. The speeches were concluded following a passage from the Emperor titled "The Road Ahead", in which he spoke of what China shall become in 5 Years, and he plans to continue the idea of "5 Year Improvement" so that China shall never again fall behind other powers.

One thing was certain though - and perhaps the most perplexing to foreigners - the Chinese people loved their God-Emperor. The Imperial cult was one of much study abroad, as it did not proclaim Emperor himself as being a Godly entity, just ruler of all China. Infact, the title "God-Emperor" was developed by the people back after the Crisis, and his official name was just "Emperor", but when you have 500 million souls chanting one thing, it tends to get caught up with all the excitement. Anyways, the Chinese people have been praying to their Emperor-Gods for centuries before during the Dynasties Era, but over the years, their loyalty has only grown stronger. Mainly due to the presence of growing technologies, the Empire has been keen on spreading its Imperial cult into the minds of the next generation, and the next.

It mainly began with the Education System, where teachers were required by law to teach aspects of the Imperial Government and show praise to the Emperor. This made a profound effect on the youth, which grew more deeply embedded as they grew older. However, the worship of the Emperor was not without blood. Due to Chinese Embassy Missions in Europe back in the late 1600s to early 1700s, where they became enthralled in proto-Enlightenment ideas and the more sinister idea of an 'Inquisition'.

Upon returning to mainland China, the Embassies well-documented many Western ideas and brought them to the ruling Emperor at that time, Shang Qing. Shang Qing was extremely interested in their findings, and in 1756, called the First Chinese Inquisition. Though different from the Roman Catholic sense, it followed the same basic format: Combat heretics, support the Empire, and ensure peace and stability. And it did just that. Through the years, the Inquisition became part of the backbone of the Chinese Empire and in 1867 became and Imperial Office, with their agents making up what is the first Intelligence Agency since they would go into other nations to report on their activities and whether or not they had any anti-Chinese sentiment. At the same time, they acted as the first modern Secret Police as they enforced the will of the Emperor from civilian clothing and rather harsh brutality, gaining a very prominent name after the Doushung Rebellion, executing all Rebels, young and old.

"....And that’s enough History for today." The radio spoke, the station specialized in Chinese History, so of course there will be another program on soon enough.

The Officer of Diplomacy could not attend the Imperial Parade, instead, he was writing a return message to the Pacific Coalition:

To: Crossroads Government, Pacific Coalition
From: Office of Diplomacy, Imperial Square, Chinese Empire
Stated Intent: Re: Establishment of Relations
Encrypted for Safety

I speak with the expressed intent of the God-Emperor in replying with this message, in that he shall accept your invitation to Crossroads and shall begin preparing his departure immediately. There, he shall present himself in full and establish the relations in which you speak formally, but as of now per his decree, the relations, be them Military, Economic, or Diplomatic, are accepted informally. He shall arrive with a Naval Squadron and Imperial Guardsmen Division, which we will notify you in advance of due to safety reasons. We thank you for taking the time to pursue greater diplomacy abroad and with our Empire.

Nong Ga, Supreme Officer of Diplomacy
Yuan Hua, Lt. Officer of Diplomacy

January 31th, 1940
Russo-Chinese Border
9:30 AM
Chinese Empire

"We've received reinforcements from Central China in response the Russians bolstering their own numbers in the area. The layered defense allows for multiple and shifting lines of defensive nature that are so numerous that even Tank-assaults will be met with difficulty. Artillery, tanks, and airfields are located at [RETRACTED] to respond to any encroachment at a moments' notice, with our soldiers at [RETRACTED]." The encrypted radio reported.

"Very well. Position our areas with more fluid mobility to quickly react. If the Russians strike first, they will strike hard. Our soldiers need to be there to envelope the force, neutralize it, and keep the defense up until either the Field Armies arrive or we are at a position to launch a successful counter attack. We can field far more soldiers, but right now they have more industrial goods. Next month we're gaining more mobile artillery units, tanks, and aircraft due to the Russians increase of War Output. It could be because of the European War looming, but we don't want to take any chances with this."

"Very well, signing off." The radio message ended, General Xiong Xing rubbed his eyes from exhaustion. He had yet to fall asleep from the previous night, having to OK various paperwork for the transfer of more units under his command. Sometimes he wished for a War, so that he wouldn't have to go through all this damn paperwork just to order more weapons, he could just give the order and there they'd be, no reading or signing or any of that boring crap. But...the better Front to be on was the Vietnamese-Laos-Siam, apparently the situation there is at the boiling point. So fun and exciting, not like this boring job.

January 31th, 1940
National Broadcast, Channel 7
4:45 PM
Chinese Empire

"No news yet on the situation in Europe, but the Italians seem firm in their position against the Ottomans for the Adriatic Sea. However, the Ottomans have their ace on the western border of Italy, the increasingly militant France. How did the Italians respond? By contacting the age-old Ottoman enemy, the industrial giant of Russia, but how does this affect us you might ask? Well, Russia itself has not been a threat to the Empire – though we have had our scuffles in the past – but the renewed regime could spell a highly industrial war on our northern border in Mongolia and Outer Manchuria if they turn their gaze from Europe towards the Far East, one that would be devastating to both parties, but even the massive centralized industrial heartland of Russia cannot beat the our own Imperial factories. We may not produce the greatest munitions, but there will be so many that tidal waves of war machines would sweep the Russians off their footing and send them into a death spiral.

Now, let us paint a clearer picture of the European Conflict before coming back to Asia:

First, we have a dispute between Italy and the Ottoman Empire over the Balkans and Adriatic Sea. From here, the Ottomans approach their ally, France, who threatens to invoke the League of Paris against Italy should they make hostile actions. However, France threatening with the League of Paris will draw the English into the War; perhaps an opening of old wounds over the English-French War? English intervention will mean its’ allies, the Pacific Coalition and the American Commonwealth, will enter as well. Italy on the other hand is in an informal agreement with Russia, which means that we will be caught between Russia and the PC over the shifting European Alliances, meaning neutrality itself will be a tough goal to achieve. So in short, the European War threatens to draw the Italians, English, Russians, Americans, and Pacifiers against the Ottomans, French, and Parties to the League of Paris. All in all, it’s shaping up to be a very nasty war.

The United Kingdoms of Scandinavia on the other hand have not declared support for either side that we can visibly see, but it has simply issued an update on the current systems of Government that it possesses.

Shifting focus back to Asia, relations have steadily been warming with the Pacific Coalition and our nation. The upper Offices make it clear that we shall attempt develop a strategy of co-operation regarding the Pacific since it does serve a quick outlet for Chinese products as well as excess resources. Just yesterday, the Emperor himself left the Port of Shanghai to travel to the Pacific Coalition Capital of Crossroads to further hammer out a treaty for the two super-states, one on land, and one at sea. Expected from these talks is a “trade off” of sorts, where the Empire will gain the Pacific’s technological edge while the PC will gain in the resources and cheap labor of our nation. The deal itself seems fair, but will it be the start of an Imperialistic conquest of our own nation under the PC? That’s for you to decide.

Just a few days ago, the government revealed its’ 5 Year Plan to kick-start the age-old Chinese Empire into a global force in economics and military and already we are seeing massive feats under way. Unemployment is steadily dropping as people are almost drafted into work for the Imperial Government and Companies under Imperial authority. These people are beginning work on major infrastructure campaigns to overhaul road systems, both automobile and rail, as well as in factories where industrial output is expected to rise in the next Imperial Report on Industrial Activities in a few weeks. Farm output is quickly driving forward, and by Spring of this year is expected to meet National demand for the first time. Farming itself is seeing a higher percentage of growth than Industry, but that is mainly due to the past need to industrialize, but after the horrific Famine of 1860, we now know better than to put anything over the one thing that keeps our Empire fed. This is Wan Luan, reporting from the Imperial Office of Broadcasting. Have a good day.”

[Valkstadt]

Rome, Imperial Republic of Italy
Imperial Military Headquarters
29 January 1940

Supreme Leader Mancini was at another military summit with his generals and military advisors. Several men were gathered around a large table, with a large world map sprawled out over it.

"Italy's safety is in jeopardy" a defensive advisor announced. "We cannot trust anyone these days. I suggest we build several defensive position on the French/Italian border in the Alps and we station say 100,000 soldiers spread out amongst their fortresses." The man pointed to the specific places on the smaller map of Italy. "We also need to up the production of the BT-5 and SU-76m. We need several SU-76ms inside the fortifications and several tank corps on standby. Our air force is needy as well. The F6F Hellcat is a beauty but we need more of them. The KI-51 and the CASA 2.111 will be needed in bulk as well. Our navy is in great shape as far as quality and quantitiy go. We just need to catch the rest of our military up." The advisor saluted the Supreme Leader and fell back into the crowd of people.

An admiral speaking on behalf of the navy spoke up. "What of the patrols in the Adriatic? We have numerous ships patroling the area."

Supreme Leader Luigi Mancini pondered this for a moment. "Keep most of them there. Send the rest to port on our eastern coast."

"Yes my leader" the admiral responded.

The next man to step up was Head of Foreign Affairs Adriano Alfredo. Alfredo was short and stout, in his late 40s. He had a small black moustache and dark hair that surrounded the sides of his head with a bald spot on top.
"Gentlemen, our allies in France have threatened the British with war. What is our stance on this matter?" The crowd began to murmer.

Mancini spoke up with a booming voice. "France is highly unstable. They are paranoid and very dangerous. They are our allies, but for how long?" The crowd was silent. "We will support them, but they are not to be trusted. Same with the Ottomans. We must search for a reliable ally that will remain with us until the end." Mancini fell silent and stared at the floor.
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Following the summit, the construction of forts along strategic points in the Alps has begun. Artillery guns and tanks are being mass produced in Italian factories and will be sent to the forts. 100,000 Italian soldiers are being mobilized and sent to the defensive positions. They are only defensive measures. Italian aircraft are also being produced in high numbers.

[Garwall]

January 8th, 1940
8:18 AM
London, England
Buckingham Palace

The car shuddered to a halt, and Jacques Bordeaux emerged from the interior, wearing the same style of clothes he had the previous day. His hair had a certain shine to it, his eyes had a piercing stare to them that unnerved most anyone who opposed him in a battle of words. He looked over to the entrance of the Palace, and smiled. Two members of the French Revolutionary Guard stepped out of a car that pulled up behind his one, wearing the traditional military uniform of the Napoleonic era. At their hips however, was real modern steel. Both carried Walther PPK pistols, ready to act at a moment's notice if a distinct threat emerged from the shadows. They fell in line on either side of him without a word, as he strode off to the great Buckingham Palace, briefcase in hand.

He approached the entrance, and did not bother to look on the guards. "I am the Minister of French Foreign Affairs, I am here to speak with the King. It is an urgent matter that cannot be delayed, this I assure you." He awaited the direction of the guards, and the trio made their way through the Palace. They were off to speak with the King.

10:42 AM
Paris, France
Élysée Palace

Commandant Général Francis Clemenceau examined the map of Europe with the glare of a wolf. Although chiefly a politician, he was no newcomer to military strategy. Surrounding a large table were his military staff, a coalition of top Generals, Admirals, and tacticians. On the map were marked several airfields located in the English-occupied France, as well as the Low countries. Harbors containing naval war vessels were also marked.

"Deploy six divisions along the French-British line of British France. Four infantry divisions, two armored." His eyes shifted to the Low countries. They would not be as easy targets, he thought. "Deploy the 7th Motorized Corps and the 4th Armored Corps to the border with the Low Countries. I want these orders carried out immediately." A man stepped forward. "They will be carried out at once, my Commandant." He bowed curtly, and swiftly took his leave. Good, Francis thought. He did not like it when people questioned his judgement.

"My Commandant, what if there is international backlash if it comes to war with England? We could be stuck in a very bad spot if Germany retaliates." Francis only nodded. "Bring forth Operation Orange, if you will," he spoke to a Major beside him. He left the room, and returned a moment later, unfurling a second map over the first one. "If Germany retaliates, or threatens armed warfare, then we shall bring them swiftly to their knees, in a first-strike that will cripple both their military, infrastructure, and industry simultaneously." He smiled as the look of confusion spread over most of the men present, except the members of his own Military advisory, the ones who had aided him in designing it. Arrows stretched out from Northern France to Denmark, and on to Berlin and other major German cities. Another set of arrows emerged from Southern France, and pushed through Northern Italy into Southern Germany. "If Germany does threaten warfare, and declares war on the French Fourth Republic, we will respond with a savage strategic bombing run that will cripple all forward infrastructure. This will make mobilizing a large amount of motorized and armored units to attack the French border nearly impossible. The targets will include railways, bridges, and major road networks. Meanwhile, French troops will flank wide around the German army, and into Northern Germany. A simultaneous strike will hit southern Germany, through Italy. A large amount of aerial bombing and shelling of major military installations, airports, and seaports, alongside German industry, will force Germany to surrender. Within the first month of warfare, their capacity to fight a total war against the French will be reduced to an estimated thirty-four percent." He folded his arms, a slight smirk on his face as the military leaders stared almost dumbfounded at the map. At last, someone spoke up.

"This... Can this truly be accomplished?" A Brigadier General said, stepping forward. "This assumes we achieve total Baltic supremacy, as well as aerial dominance, and military access from the Italians. If recent events have shown us, the Italians seem to be becoming more belligerent towards their supposed allies." Francis nodded. "If the Italians do not cooperate, then a first-strike will bring them to their knees as well. Northern Italy holds most of their population, as well as their industrial capacity. They will have to surrender once we destroy every last factory that makes their bullets. If they do not, we'll simply wait until they're forced to charge us with bayonets!" The circle broke out into laughter, but quickly resumed its serious tone. "Everyone does not expect us to actually carry out our threats. In this, lies our strength. By the time the enemy knows what has happened, we will have already swept the legs out from beneath him, and he will be staring down the barrel of defeat. This, I assure you. Are there any questions?" The council was silent. "Good. This council is adjourned."

[Sentinel XV]

The United Federation of Russia

Chambers of the Executive Council
Moscow, Russia

It had been only an hour or so that the telegraph from the Crossroads Government of the Pacific Coalition had arrived in the Moscow Telegraph Station, and now it sat upon the desk of the Executive Council: a testament to the Russians' efficient technological and governmental infrastructure. Currently in the wood-paneled, Tsardom-style Executive Council Chambers were the Executive Council itself -- Mr. Steele, Mr. Arkadin, Mr. Matvei, Mr. Staikovsky, and Mr. Evdokiya -- as well as the three members of the Tribunal Council for Resources: Mr. Agapov, Mr. Golovkin, and Mr. Zhirov. The reason for their meeting, as stated, was the telegraph from the Pacific Coalition that was in front of Speaker of the Council Johann Steele. All present members of the United Federation of Russia government had thoroughly read the document and were now ready to both discuss possible courses of action, and to craft a return letter that would then be telegraphed back to the Pacific Coalition's Crossroads headquarters.

"Let me begin by stating that we have only begun to tap the Siberian-Arctic Basin within the past 5 years," stated Mr. Agapov blandly, his sallow skin seeming to sag under the weight of some unseen force, "and the transport lines there were only just completed and approved for usage."

"This I understand, Agapov," said Steele with a nod, "but in the light of recent events, and after speaking with the general of the Navy, Commander Gavriilovich, I do believe it would be wise to pursue an alliance in regards to their outstanding naval prowess."

"That may be true, Speaker Steele," said Councilman Evdokiya, "but we cannot simply allow them to establish settlements on Russian land and export Russian oil with only the promise of their Navy's help should we need it."

"We have yet to learn the exact terms of what they want, Councilman," said Steele with a stern glance at Evdokiya, "I suggest that we do not act in haste as of yet. I propose that we should grant their request for audience in Moscow. Who would be in favor of such a decision?"

After some deliberation, it was shown that it was unanimously in favor of granting the Pacific Coalition's request for establishment of relations and for a summit with select Pacific Coalition leaders.

A letter was crafted by the Executive Council and from there was forwarded to the Moscow Telegraph Station, where it was sent electronically to the city of Crossroads, where the Pacific Coalition had centered its government. It read as such:

The United Federation of Russia

ENCRYPTION .. High

TO .. The Pacific Coalition

FROM .. United Federation of Russia

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Greetings, Comrade Starkey. We have reviewed your request for audience and establishment of relations, and have found that it would indeed be beneficial for such a talk to occur. We would request your presence in 3 weeks time here in Moscow for a summit to occur between both of our leaderships. We look forward to dealing with the Pacific Coalition and believe that, if an agreement could be reached, it would surely be in the best interest for both of our great nations.

Signed,
The Executive Council of the United Federation of Russia

[Katyuscha]

The Grand German Empire
Official Radio News

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This just in, it has been confirmed that at around 19:00 PM last night, Kaiser Wilhelm II suffered a stroke. He was discovered 5 minutes later and was immediately taken to the hospital where he currently resides. The stroke has lwft him bed ridden and incapable of speech, and doctors only give him about a year to live. There is no word yet as to who he will name to be heir to the throne, though we suspect it will be Kronprinz Wilhelm. Nothing else on the situation is known as of yet, but we will continue to monitor the situation.

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Febuary 1, 1940
Berlin, Germany

The Kaiser lay in his hospital bed, awake, but hardly alive. Around him stood a mixture of nurses, soldiers, and government officials, who stood around, whispering to one another. The Kaiser rang a small bell with the little strength he had and the room cleared out immediately. He sat, alone and dying, thinking. There was alot that he still had to do before his time came. Namely, assigning the new heir to the throne, but for now, he would rest.

[Neros]

February 7th, 1940
Shuǐ Shī Imperial Shipyard, Shanghai
2:15 PM
Chinese Empire

Thousands upon thousands of men toiled, swinging hammers, lifting massive armaments into place with the aid of cranes, screeching orders left and right. This was the area known as Kiangnan Arsenal, which was by far the largest weapons’ facility in Asia, though it did content with many military-industrial areas in Europe and America, Kiangnan Arsenal stood in a class of its’ own, bearing some of the largest shipyards, factories, and working personnel in the world. It even had a few schools, some being well renowned for their technological edge. Founded in 1865 as a centralized production area for the Empire due to the lack of unified production power, it quickly grew to be the military arm of China, due to the generous grants of funding and continued expansion as well as up keep. Of course this was not the only weapons’ facility in China; it was just the largest, as well as the figurehead of the Chinese Military-Industrial Complex.

They were hard at work, repairing the Imperial Chinese Navy and commissioning new vessels into the various Fleets. Main funding was authorized back in 1934, but with new demands from the 5 Year Plan as well as an increase in labor supply and resources, the Shipyards and the Arsenal are working overtime to provide the Chinese Empire with a vast Fleet to replace it's aging vessels. The Shuǐ Shī Shipyards are not the only one hard at work, the Four Dragons (Yokosuka, Kure, Sasebo, Maizuru) in Nippon are also providing much needed support for the Naval Expansion. Recently, the Flagship of the Imperial Chinese Navy was launched, HIS Dae-Gunzan, to a large crowd. The Dae-Gunzan is a ship of the Nelson-class, except with added armaments and speed (OOC: Pretty much a G3, which pretty much a Nelson but a tad better). HIS Dae-Gunzan will mainly be a symbolic ship rather than a front-lines vessel.

The Arsenals themselves are also steadily producing armor, guns, artillery, ammunition, aircraft, and training officers as per the Military Expansion Authorization a few years back. Fiat M11/39's are rolling off the line and directly to their assigned areas, some in Western China, some to the Russian border, some to the Siam Front to increase defenses there. Forces are growing on all fronts in preparation for an attack upon ourselves, and not as an outward threat against another power. Production numbers will be up shortly.

February 8th, 1940
Sino-Thai Border
2:15 PM
Yuènán

Broadcast:

"Tensions are flaring on the border of Yuènán, previously known as Vietnam, and Siam. This is not a safe area to be in, the Field Armies of the Chinese Occupation Front is in a death stare with the Siamese Royal Army, who are still in dispute over the ownership of the Mekong River, which China claims as its' boundary of Yuènán since the Great Southern War nearly 25 years ago."

Bang. Bang. Bang. RATATATATA.

"Oh god, they've opened fire. We're not certain at this time who fired the first shot, but visible troop movements are occurring, Chinese tanks and artillery are moving in to enclose the hostile forces. We're being ushered away from the contact zone at this time, oh god, what is that noxious odor? It smells...like....roses?" The broadcast goes silent at this point.

[Neo Arcad]

^Tyrian Troops In Central Mouretan^

As Europe and Asia prepare for war, the Tyrian Republic is also engaged in conflict of a different kind. Troops under the Purple Banner continue their successful campaign to end the last Bar-ber rebellion activity in East-Central Mouretan. The campaign, a decades-long struggle, is finally coming to a definite end. The last major rebel groups have been wiped out and scattered, and resistance is being mopped up in towns like Sid and Nougamei. There are few people willing to continue the futile war against the utterly superior Tyrian forces, whose application of machine gun-armed tankettes in an infantry-support role has been a weapon the rebels cannot stand up to. They have never posessed any heavy weapons, relying mostly or entirely on antiquated Model 1874 rifles. These hopelessly outdated single-shot weapons have not seen Tyrian service since the War of the Atlantic, against the North American Commonwealth, in 1886. Many are in a state of disrepair, or as far into disrepair as such a simple weapon can be. But these tribesmen have put up a fight in Mouretan for years now, resisting colonization and development in all forms. But while Mouretan will likely never be the "jewel in the crown" of New Tyre's empire, it is now a safe and modernizing stop-off point for ships making the regular journey between Celtia and the other parts of the Republic- Lutheria, Zeeland, and Tyre itself.