Wallis Futuna Civil War (Open, 19th Century - 1867)

[Almunecar]

“Brilliant, truly brilliant.”

Indeed the estate was something of an architectural marvel in its own right, but the minister’s thoughts were far away, fixed on the logistics of battles soon to begin. He took notice of Bernstein, a well dressed man, a politician and strategist no doubt, and met him with a firm, two-handed handshake, per Almunecar custom. Adelio gave the other officers the gesture to continue with the unloading as well as the preparation of the army to mobilize at moment’s notice, and started in the direction of the mansion to which he assumed Bernstein would lead him.

“If I wouldn’t be too rude, and given the dire circumstances…’ Adelio started. “I should speak to address the issues of war, as it is the purpose of my arrival.” Adrian was unsure of the atmosphere here, whether it would be impolite to rush to matters of business so quickly.

“In particular, I would like to address the status of this island, as it is host to your – and mine as of now – base of operations. We will be fighting two alliances, is that correct? I spied other foreign fleets headed towards Ngananoa so resistance will be much heavier than first thought, I would suspect. Might we consider a blockade?” The Minister hoped he wasn’t being too rash to speak so openly before even arriving at a proper war room, but he had become used to leaving out the niceties with Fransisco. “Come, let us discuss the details.”

[Wallis-Futuna]

Muliaina looked quite pleased with the interest showed by the Commander of the Amiguan forces. The Vice-Roy found Don Antonio a serious and honourable man, maybe with strong monarchic and traditionalist traditions, like himself, but sometimes a little too extroverted. Cultural differences, he thought.
“Just some Socialists… Utopian Socialists, they say. A strange concept, in my point of view, Don Antonio Zapatero. They say that everyone is equal and should have the same… They despise tradition, rituals and the Royal Family, the same family that took care of their ancestors, a symbol of the Nation, the descendents of the First Man…” Muliaina was quite irate for a moment, but quickly calmed down and returned to his usual calm and deep tone. “You see, Don Antonio, they are the Plague. Infest people’s mind with blasphemy, sin, greed and vacant dreams with the only objective of ascending to Power. But power is not a prize Don Antonio… Oh no, Power is… a duty.”Muliaina stared the horizon thoughtfully for a moment. When he heard the coronel sentence he laughed in an amused way and adopted a more informal tone, what was not usual in his personality. “I am counting on you, coronel!”

[New Zepuha]

The troops were mustering for an offensive in motion, the briefing was going to have to be brief for the unknown amount of troops would be obliterated in no time. They were milling about waiting for General Brockhelm to get there, they suddenly fell silent. He stood up and gazed across the crowd and they fell into file and looked up at him. "I am here to announce that we are finally going to make a move on these people." then paused tapping his swagger stick. "We move out as soon as the Wallis people give us our info and guides, that is all." then walked off stage as troops began rushing back for camp to ready equipment.

[Wallis-Futuna]

(sorry guys, had exams and stuff, no time for nationstates... I'll post now)

[Wallis-Futuna]

Bernstein laughed nervously while kept walking. Quickly they arrived at the main road and the President of the National Republican Army opened the door of a Hippomobile. “Come on in sir.” Bernstein said, “We will discuss that on the proper place and time. As we say in Wallis-Futuna, the wind has ears”.
The Hippomobile, driven by a twenty years old man, went directly to the big Mansion. During the path, Adelio and Bernstein just talked briefly about the landscape, the beautiful sea, the deep blue sky and the green hills. When they arrived, a huge green house grating that circumscribed a great garden with the white manor on the center. At the gates, there were two men dressed in a fully midnight blue uniform and armed with Lorenz Rifles guarding the entrance. When Bernstein and Adelio passed, they saluted. After entering the hall, Bernstein conducted the War Minister to a conference room.
The space was all in wood, having a great square window on the front wall, four wooden and pakistan green chaise loungues separated by a purpleheart wood rectangular large teapoy. On the right was a paduak bookcase and near the window was a wengewood cellaret containing about 10 crystal Bordeaux glasses and some bottles of red, port and Madeira wine. On the chaise longue on the left was a dark man. His face and backs of both hands was totally covered by the kau-wea tattoos that, under the light, had falu red reflexes. He was dressed in a vaudevillian way, with a myrtle green double breasted tailcoat with gold buttons, a white drop shoulder dress shirt, a shinny hooker’s green cravat, tight Prussian blue trousers, black Fredricksburg Shoes and next to him a silver Reggie top hat and a gaboon ebony walking stick, with an ivory dragon head on the top. This man was NRA’s number two, Filipo Lui, Te Porowairangi (The Lunatic). Lui smiled and performed a relaxed and informal hand salute to the newcomers. Bernstein pointed the chaise longue on the right while walked towards the cellaret, grabbed 3 glasses and served them with a vintage Colheita Port wine. “That’s correct” started Bernstein to say, while delivered the glasses to each one of them, “Here we have Monarchists and Socialists. Both of them have great power, mainly the Monarchists that count with the support of some countries…” Wilhelm looked at Lui, who gave an approval nod after the first swallow of wine. “A blockage would be difficult, in my opinion” he himself sipped the wine, looked at it against the light while shook it softly in circles. Than continued “But you know better than we do your forces, minister” looked at Adelio straight in the eyes and smiled nicely “Give us some options”

[Darmen]

The Kingdom of Darmen comes to the aid of it's fellow LMS comrad. The Kingdom of Darmen gives the Monarchy of Wallis Futuna 5million Babas and 3,000 Winchester Rifles.

[Wallis-Futuna]

To: The Kingdom of Darmen
From: Finau Tufele, the King of Wallis-Futuna

We thank you your generous offer. The People of Wallis-Futuna salute the Kingdom of Darmen for its sense of justice and moral.

Yours faithfully

King Finau Tufele

[Wallis-Futuna]

Massive Riot in Waisale Naevo Prison, Tikokura

This morning, in the Waisale Naevo Prision, also known as The Gladiators Arena , 2,000 of the 6,000 inmates started a riot. Allegedly, with the help of the USM, the prisoners acquired Colt Revolving Rifles and some explosives, material that was enough to make the guards surrender and to take control of the prison. Meanwhile, the Government has mobilized some troops to Tikokura, but the recovery of the city seems unlikely.

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Sometime before, Eugénio Tavares, a mid-twenties mulatto with bright green eyes and wearing nothing but a Panama hat, a vanilla shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black trousers and brown shoes arrived at the town. Despite not being visible, Eugénio carried always with him his Kerr's Patent Revolver, a revolver completely made of gold and given to him by the Libertadogradian Government as a prize for being the best cadet of his course. Indeed, he was a brilliant guerilla warfare strategist and he was aware of his capacities. Eugénio was sent to Tikokura with the clear objective of taking it to the USM. It would be completely impossible and unsuccessful to send only one man to take control of an entire town. This if you don’t count with Tavares.
When he arrived to his destination, the mulatto found a town completely different from what he had seen in Wallis-Futuna. Here, the houses were much smaller than in the cities he previously visited and the biggest building in here was not a palace, but the Waisale Naevo Prison. The complex was 300m (1000 feet) long and 300m (1000 feet) wide, surrounded by a 4m (13 feet) high wall with barbed wire on top. In here 6,000 people were incarcerated.
The Gladiators Arena , as it was popularly known, was a Palmogradian prison, formerly known as Diogo Alves Prison Camp by the time it housed 12,000 inmates and was ruled by an iron-fist Palmogradian officer. When the independence came, the Crown decided not to demolish this jail because it was one of the prisons that had infrastructures capable of serving its purposes, offering dignity to the convicts. But this was not entirely truth. Despite being one of the best prisons in Wallis-Futuna in the Palmogradian time, Waisale Naevo Prison still was, in some ways and according to the point of view of the Utopian Socialist Movement, inhuman.
Eugénio went directly to the market and met the man he was supposed to meet. He was a guard of the prison and his contribution was indispensable for the success of the mission. Both of them went to the guard’s house and the Libertogradian informed him that the shipment would arrive in that same day, by sea. At 03:00 am, the two men went to the dock and two sampan and one dhoni boat arrived with the material. Then, they carried the packages to the guard’s house. The foreigner slept there.
Next day, Tavares went to the USM headquarters in Tikokura. There, he met Josevata Sivivatu, the leader of the Utopian Socialist Movement on that area. Sivivatu was a tall large man, well dressed, remarkably with no hat and always smoking a tobacco pipe. Both men talked about the current situation of the town and the USM leader informed Tavares that the population was discontent with the actual state of affairs and that the USM was particularly popular amongst that people. Eugénio smiled with the news and told Josevata Sivivatu that their material had already arrived, he’d better put the propaganda machine in march.
And so it was. The people was inflamed by the revolutionary words and promises of the Utopian Socialist Movement, the inmates that had the trust of the USM received the guns and the explosives and the police and few military that existed on the place were arrested by a “Liberation Junta”. A direct democracy was created so everyone could participate on the political decisions and the people started to fortify the city. Eugénio Tavares smiled as he got his mission accomplished.