Nazi Europa RP [NE only/IC]

[Muchania]

April 17th, 2016

Herr Kommandant's Private Quarters, Imperial Capitol Building, Province of Eireweite, Muchania, 5:45 AM

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Geoffrey lies sound asleep in his bed when his phone rings. He snaps awake and answers the call in a barely audibly hushed tone. "Yes, hello?"

--"Good morning, Herr Kommandant, I hope I did not wake you."

--"Well you did, but nevermind that, wha--"

--"Sir I am sorry but I cannot understand you, you need to speak up."

--"I cannot, I am currently in bed with our 'Lady Muchania'. N--"

--"Oh I see; did you two enjoy yourselves last night?"

--"Yes we did, now what is it that you want?" Geoffrey scratches. The Schulleiterin sighs sleepily and re-positions herself, smacking her lips. Geoffrey covers the speaker of the phone and holds his breath fearfully, missing the beginning of the young man's explanation.

--"......Control, and we just wanted you to know that Wiking Nordland's delegation party is approaching our airspace and will be landing shortly."

--"Oh yes. Thank you very much for reminding me. I will be there as fast as I can." Herr Kommadant places the phone upon the receiver, throws off the covers, takes a step, and falls flat on his face, all in one swift motion. He squeezes his nose along the bridge. "Aaaahhh, aaaaah, ow (a series of expletives)". He hangs half on the bed and half off; his ankle is tethered to one of the bed's corner beams by a heavy steel chain. "Oh God, not now. Please not now..." he mumbles into his hands cupped over his mouth. With a few deep breaths, he prepares himself for whatever may come.

Geoffrey scrambles back onto the bed. He places his hands on the Schulleiterin's shoulder and gently rocks her. "Veronika...Veronika, wake up. Wake up my sweetness, I require your conscious state for a few moments......Veroniiikaaaaa...." Her deep brown eyes rocket open. She grips his face by the jaw and slams his head down into the mattress. She looms inches above his head, gritting her teeth. You know, it is not wise for a slave to wake his Mistress before her alarm goes off. For your sake I hope this is important."

He squirms uncomfortably, managing to slightly relinquish her grip with both his hands. "I apologize, mein Schulleiterin, but I do not have time for these games!" He kicks his foot and rattles the chain in reference to his current imprisonment. "The Foreign Affairs delegation I mentioned yesterday is on it's way, and I must attend to this matter. I demand you free me at once."

She leans in closer, her breath still saturated with alcohol from the previous night. "Oh, excuse me. YOU are going to demand something of ME? I think you're forgetting who really runs the show here." She produces a Bodenkräfte standard issue UMS knife from under her pillow and runs its tip gently around the circumference of Herr Kommandant's face. "Surely you cannot be serious right now! These matters are very important, now release me or--"

--"Or WHAT, mein Kommandant?!"

He lies there, stunned. Minutes pass and the tension thickens to mud's consistency. "Please, mein kind and benevolent Schulleiterin; I beg of you."

Satisfied, her hard face stretches into an eerie smile. "That's better, my love." She forces a very potent kiss upon him and fetches the large key from her nightstand, and removes the heavy steel from Geoffrey's ankle. "Have fun showing our quests around. I will be keeping an eye on you, though."

--"Jawol, mein Schulleiterin." He gathers his uniform, cap, and sidearm and hastens into the bathroom to ready himself.
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Imperial Grand Airport, Province of Eireweite, Muchania, 7:06 AM

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Sipping his morning coffee, Geoffrey waits eagerly in the Air Traffic Control Tower, peering out the windows to a particularly warm and breeze-less day; as warm and breeze-less as it can be for the Springs months in Herr Kommandant's sub-arctic residing province.

--"We are to expect good things from these negotiations today. Yes, mein Kommandant"? A young Air Watchmen asks.

Startled, Geoffrey jumps and spills some of his cup onto the floor. "Uhhhh-yes. Yes that is correct."

--"Are you feeling okay, mein Kommandant? You look troubled."

--Yes, I am fine," Geoffrey assures, "I just did not sleep well last night."

--"Oh, I can imagine not." He insinuates.

--"Herr Kommandant, I see them. They are lining up with our runway." Another Air Watchman calls from behind a large stationary periscope.

--"Excellent." Geoffrey sets his cup down and adorns his double-breasted Carmine greatcoat, accented with silver buttons and silver-embroidered epaulets, and makes for the elevator. Upon opening the door, he is greeted by two young F.A.F officers waiting inside.

--"Good morning, Herr Kommandant," says the one on the left, her hair a shade of caramel brown. "The Schulleiterin assigned us to be your personal detail for today's activities." finishes the one on the right, her hair strawberry blonde.

--"Of course she did..." Geoffrey mutters, annoyed, "Thank you, ladies, I very much appreciate it. He pushes the button for the ground floor unenthusiastically.

Geoffrey pulls his cap down over his eyes so that he may observe the approaching jet without being blinded. It takes a total of about twenty minutes for the plane to touchdown, taxi to the designated portion of the strip, and for its inhabitants to dismount, including a surprising number of armed guards, a large party of unknown officials, and Björn Christophersen himself; an obviously tall and chiseled man of Scandinavian descent. Geoffrey approaches him, arm extended; he stands no higher than the tip of the tie of Björn's suit. "Greetings, Foreign Affairs delegation, I warmly and cordially welcome you to the Imperial German Domain of Muchania. It is an indescribable pleasure to make all of your acquaintances."

Björn's hand even dwarf's Herr Geoffrey's by size comparison and nearly breaks it with unintentional force. He cranes his neck down to meet Geoffrey's eyes. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Kommandant der Angriffskraft of Muchania."

From one of the road gates leading into the airport, two horse carriages roll in with very long and luxurious riding compartments, each drawn by a team of seven Zeikterburg pure-bread draft horses. "With the exception of military applications, automobiles are banned from usage here in my nation. I promise, though, that my personal carriages lacks no necessity of a modern limousine." The doors open to a surprisingly regal cabin befitting of the Kommandant's word. "I called for two because unfortunately not all of us officials will not fit comfortably in the same carriage as your trusted guardsmen. I'm sure that you eleven gentleman will have no qualms with riding separately from them?"

They huddle to clamor among themselves briefly in their native tongue and turn to Geoffrey with a unanimous 'ja'.

--"As an act of good faith and courtesy, I shall also disarm myself. Geoffrey swings his coat away from his hip to produce his sidearm: a custom C96 Mauser pistol fitted with fifteen-round detachable box magazines, chambered in 10x23mm Muchanian, and places it in the riding elevated seat with his coachman. "If you will climb aboard to your respective moving vessels, we will be on our way to discuss business."
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Imperial Negotiation Hall, Imperial Capitol Building, Province of Eireweite, Muchania, 8:31 AM

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After a hearty breakfast of Muchanian fare, Geoffrey, his F.A.F detail, the entire foreign affairs delegation, and all their guards seat themselves comfortably in the liberal seating arrangements of the negotiation hall. While papers are gathered and organized by Björn and his associates, Geoffrey produces a cigar. Upon ignition, though, it was obvious that what it contained was indeed not tobacco of the traditional sense.

Björn was caught off guard by the sudden, pungent odor and haze that quickly filled their seating area."Uuhhhmm...Herr Geoffrey, I understand you wish to construct trade arrangements as well as a military alliance. What is it that you would like to import from our nation?"

Geoffrey allows smoke to slowly pour from his nostrils, appearing like a dragon; he flicks the ash in a bronze ashtray on the table. "What I wish to import is your people. Since the hard economic times began, the massive influx of tourism in Muchania has plummeted. The only thing I ask of you is that you help bring back that back to my nation, as I take great pride in showcasing my rich culture to the rest of Nazi Europa." Herr Geoffrey takes a long drag, holding it in his lungs for nearly a whole minute.

The entire delegation looks at Geoffrey astounded and bewildered. "Is that all?" Björn inquires.

--"I would like steady imports of Wiking Nordland's native alcohol of the highest proof, and the last matter I wish to discuss is regarding my trade with another nation. In addition to your acquaintance, I would also like to begin trade and military relations with Exilvania. The military pact can be done easily, but because we are so far away, it would be a great strain for me to trade with two far away allies. What I propose is that when your merchant ships and planes come to my nation for goods, you also take with you whatever Exilvania's leader wishes to buy from me, and you would get a cut of what I make from his commerce."

--"I am sorry Herr Geoffrey, but I did not prepare an answer for a question like that. I promise, though, that I will remember your request upon our return home, and I will ask our leader personally."

--"Fair enough. And in return for encouraging your population to visit Muchania, what would you like from me?"

--"Well, after sampling what Muchania has to offer in the culinary arts, we would like to import your raw and prepared foodstuffs, especially frost honey cream. It is absolutely delicious!" Björn exclaims, "I have never had anything similar to it before in my life." The rest of the delegation nods and produces a generally favorable mumble in support. "We also would like for your nation to produce woven jewelry for our nation in the fashion that our Nordic ancestors did."

Geoffrey pulls the cigar away from his mouth. "Nordic woven jewelry?"

Björn slides a picture of several different kinds of woven jewelry across the table to Geoffrey, who studies them intently as he puffs. "Mmm, yes. If you do not mind, I would like to keep this picture for reference."

--"By all means."

--"This seems like it shouldn't be difficult to manufacture. I will inform my Culture Ministry to begin researching your ancient peoples and their fashion."

--"Very well, and then there is the matter of the military alliance; we have a formal document prepared for you, already notarized and signed by our Yngvar Ragnvaldr."

Geoffrey reads the entirety of the document before signing his name on the adjacent line from Herr Ragnvaldr, and slides it back across the table. "Gentlemen, I believe this concludes our business." Several minutes ensue of Geoffrey shaking hands with Björn, his colleagues, and their guards. "Now that that is done, it is time for us to have some fun. 'Muchanian cultural customs', if you will. Follow me, gentlemen."

For the remainder of the afternoon, Geoffrey explains the customs of and religion of Muchania on their way to the province of Undshufdorf, the Eastern-most province. There, Geoffrey provides Björn and his party with Muchanian currency to expound upon, or flush away, at any of the many state-regulated casinos, and converts their winnings to their native coin for them to keep. Then after a Muchanian mid-day feast, he treats them to an evening of desire and indulgence at a state-regulated 'male entertainment facility' that caters exclusively to diplomats. Later that night, Geoffrey and his new international friends dine on a variety of prepared livestock slaughtered in Zeikterburg and fresh vegetables from Fruchtbarland, conversing about their life experiences and sharing hilarious anecdotes.
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April 18th, 2016

Herr Kommandant's Private Quarters, Imperial Capitol Building, Province of Eireweite, Muchania, 10:35 PM

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Geoffrey returns from the airport after wishing the Foreign delegation a safe trip home. On his way to his office, an Imperial postboy catches up with him to hand deliver a package with a telegram on top. Geoffrey thanks the boy and continues to his desk and seats himself.

--"Good, I've been waiting for this....Oh my, I offended him again....Huh, okay..." Geoffrey sets the telegram aside and begins manipulating the paper and tabs of the package.

The box opens upside down, and the doll falls into his hands. He studies it precariously, playing with it by it strings on top of his desk.

--"Oh goodness. What strange people these Exilvanians are." He continues to make the doll dance until he had completely prepared his reply in his head. He makes for his personal typewriter and acquires the paper and a fresh ink cartridge.

ZZ Oberst Dietrich Ekerhart Haegler, Dictator of Exilvania,
I sincerely apologize for appearing to trying to win you over with luxuries; I understand that the customs of my nation may seem strange, and will try not to include them with every telegram. First and foremost, I am very interested in entering a military alliance; however, I am also very interested in trade with you. I have just finished commencing friendly relations with the nation of Wiking Nordland, your neighbor to the south. If the distance between us is the only thing prohibiting you, then I suggest utilizing the trade established between Muchania and Wiking Nordland to also have a direct trade link to your nation. I have asked the delegation that has just departed my nation to ask Yngvar Ragnvaldr how he weighs on my proposal. Upon reply to this telegram, please inform me of what you wish the next step in constructing a military pact to be.
Sincerely,

-Geoffrey I, Kommandant der Angriffskraft of Muchania

Geoffrey gives the freshly typed paper to the clerk at the communications desk down the hall, and makes his way outside to one of the several courtyards of the Imperial Capitol Building, where the Kommandant reflects on his decisions. The large falling snow and cold gusts provide solace for him.

[Nachfolgia]

The entire Reich was chaotic with activity, the capital especially. Preparations were being made in Sturmgeistberg and the Reichstag for the Nazi Europa national leaders summit. The summit was called by the Obersterfuhrurin to discuss regional issues with the other heads of state. Every Nachfolgian was doing their part, the Wehrmacht was securing the borders and securing the airspace around Nachfolgia Interational Airport where the delegates would be entering the Riech.

The Reichspolizei was very busy in the capital putting down the protests and keeping them out of sight of the delegates. The Obersterfuhrurin didn't want the other leaders to know about the civil unrest, even though it was common all across Nazi Europa. The Friederike Adler Hotel was reserved by the government for the delegation to stay while visiting the Reich. The hotel employees were cleaning around the clock to insure the hotel was immaculate condition when the heads of state arrive. The premices was being guarded by soldats from the 33rd SS division under the Obersterfuhrurin's orders. Nothing was going to go wrong during the summit.

The Reichstag was giving its own makeover for the summit. Even though the Reichstag was extremely clean everyday, thanks the Reich's emphasis on military professionalism, special attention was given to make the building even more presentable. The main hall was being decorated and prepared for a special dinner after the summit. Waiters and servants were setting tables and silverware while the best Chiefs in the Reich were discussing the courses. The conference room on the same floor as the Obersterfuhrurin's office was also being cleaned and prepared for the biggest summit the Reich has ever hosted, more than the ACA Summit in 2013.

Outside in the courtyard of the Reichstag, the Obersterfuhrurin stood in front of a column of thirty solders. The soldats were dressed head to toe in black body armor. The strange thing about the soldats is that they were all woman, members of the Obersterfuhrurin's elite bodyguard, the Shield Maidens. The Obersterfuhrurin looked over the women for a few minutes before speaking.

"[ I don't need to explain the importance of this summit. This summit will most definitely determine the future of Nazi Europa as well as the Reich. You will protect the delegates with your lives as you protect me. I have trusted you all with my life and I am entrusting the lives of my colleagues to you. You are Shield Maidens, the pride of the Reich and your Obersterfuhrurin. Do not let me down.]" The Obersterfuhrurin said in a serious tone.

" Ja, Meine Obersterfuhrurin!!!" The women said in unison.

[Remnants of Exilvania]

Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor

Exilvania
Exilvanian Lebensbezirk
Capital City of Schreckensburg
Schreckensburg

The wind up here on the walls of the Schreckensburg was strong this night. But what would you want to do if the ZZ leader wanted this meeting now? Exactly. Nothing to do or complain about it. And so the ZZ Obersturmbannführer hurried to get on top and get it done as quickly as possible. He ran up a staircase and was finally probably atleast 100 stairs later on the wall. There he took a short break to catch a little breath as well as see where Haegler was waiting. While doing so he caught a good look of the city of Schreckensburg lying in complete darkness. Streets Lights were switched off so that electricity wasn`t wasted for something as mundane as it. The only light to be seen was that of armoured Vladswaggen recon cars patrolling the streets or the ZZ patrols taking close loook at every corner. He could hear the sound of the engines as well as the rumbling of the wheels upon the streets all the way up here. And while looking around he finally saw Haegler. It seemed that the Oberst was on the highest tower.

With a sigh he began to sprint over there and then hurried up the stairs. It was an even longer way than before but he didn`t care. It was always so much easier to endure something if you saw your target. The door to the towers top was blocked. 2 Heer Vets with Spanzow Miniguns were blocking the door. Atleast Haegler had ensured that people wouldn`t get up there uninvited. With these Spanzow Guns and as a Vet in the enclosed space of a staircase you could survive very long and take a whole lot of enemies with you.

He was let through by them once they saw him and he rammed the door open and reached the tower top panting heavily. Haegler stood just in front of him at the battlements. He hadn`t turned around and had one of his hand on a battlement while the other one was behind his back. The wind made his dark blue trenchcoat flap behind his back. The Obersturmbannführer approached Haegler quietly and with repsect before clearing his throat, a sound coming out rather muffled due to his gas mask.

"Took you some time Obersturmbannführer Hans Krüger-Vlodzceck. Do you think I like waiting forever?"

, Haegler only said without turning around. Hans gulped before responding quickly:

"He-herr Oberst! It just takes some time and on my way I was also asked to bring you a telegram from Muchania! And it was you who ordered me up here in the first place! What is the problem?"

Haegler didn`t even answer. He just motioned Hans to come closer and take a look down at the city. At first Hans hesitated a little. When dealing with a man of Haegler`s caliber you had to fear for your life at any moment and pushing him of the highest tower while he was leaning over the battlements did sound almost waaaaaaay too convenient. But in the end he did it and looked down. He didn`t see much more than what he had already seen from the wall.

"What is it Herr Oberst? I can`t see much unusual in the city. The usual everywhere. Patrols all over the place and..."

But Haegler silenced him with a quick gesture. He then stepped onto the battlements and stood there without any halt.

"What you see before you, my dear Obersturmbannführer, is a the peace before the storm. It may look like we have everything perfectly uner control but below the cover this cooking pot is almost boiling over. Somebody robbed a reservist weapon depot a few days ago. They payed in blood for their loot but they still managed to steal a large amount of MPXLs. The bodies of the dead intruders were without exception females. What does this tell you?"

Now it stroke Hans! The Gender Equality Movement! How could he have forgotten about it? They had been up in arms ever since Haegler had denied the young Princess Elizabeth, the only descendant of Kaiser Vlad, the ascension to the throne. She was loved by the people but the Military as well as the ever present ZZ and it`s sub branches were all completely loyal to Haegler so there wasn`t much she could do.

"I-I am sure we will have this under control in next to no time! We will make use of all informants available! The patrols will also be doubled and better equipped! What shall we do about the princess?"

"Nothing for now. We can`t do anything to her. It would lead to outright Civil War. But mark my words, I will never accept a woman in a leading position unless the Kaiser himself orders me to. And sadly, he is still missing. But don`t worry. We will find him. Sooner or later. And then he can decide on this matter himself maybe repair this hideous and torn apart country that I have created..."

But now Hans was getting impatient. After these news about the Gender Equality Movement he had to get his gearwheel in the killing machine called ZZ moving. And he still had to give the Muchanian Telegram to Haegler and so he just did so without saying anything and just placed it on the battlement in front of Haegler. Haegler just took it, read it and then finally looked at Hans.

"Tell Herr Geoffrey I that he is invited to get his ass moving over here. Send the same to Wiking Nordland government. We need to get a greater cooperation between our forces going. About the trade... well... tell Geoffrey that he won`t get as much oil as we have cause we need it for the flamethrowers."

"What about that conference in Nachfolgia? I`m sure it would have a negative impact if we aren`t around. You really don`t want to go?"

"Seufz...you love talking me into things, don`t you? Ah, well, it`s a good opportunity to see the faces of all these madmen in person. God, I`ll have to behave around the Oberstefuhrurin. Send them a message that i`ll be around. Also get a few Zeppelins ready and load the with ZZ Elite. I need a good honour guard. It`s all about first impressions in that meeting and we better display strength and military might. Or wait a minute. Screw the ZZ Elite. Give me a few of the ZZ and ZZ Reserve. Now get going! You have work to do!"

With that Hans turned around and stormed through the door, forgetting that there was a staircase on the other side. If the Vets wouldn`t have grabbed him he surely would`ve fallen down and broken his neck. But so he was okay and now hurried down a little more cautiously.

[Wiking Nordland]

Wiking Nordland
Nordskalr Capital
Yngvar Ragnvaldr's ófriðrvald.

Yngvar Ragnvaldr was on the balcony of his mansion, looking far away at the horizon as the sun was going down, deep in thought, until someone knocks on the windows. He remained silent, looking now at the park where the snow has finally melted as the temperature went again slightly higher, He then rubbed his eyes wearily and quickly ordered :

-Who is it? Just come here, what's the matter?

The minister of Foreign Affairs Björn Christophersen was finally back from his trip, enjoying a night full of the pleasures of all sorts, followed by a plane trip back to Wiking Nordland as the sun began to rise. His face was pale as hell because of the sleepless night, it even made smile Yngvar to see his friend in such a way.

- My Jarl, I have good news for you. Muchanians accepted to deliver us a lot of different types of food, such as cheese, meat, oh and i've this for you.
He took out of his pocket and showed him a pot of frost honey cream, most typical and delicious Muchanian product.
This is really tasteful, i'm sure our middle class Wikingers will love it. Also they will be willing to produce the woven jewelry you wish so much to bring back as a tradition to wear in our nation.

- That's perfect Björn, i know i could count on you, my good friend. And what did they ask in exchange ?

- They wish our old traditional alcohol beverages, yes i know my Jarl they don't know that we don't produce it industrially anymore since decades. However, i'm sure we can provide them enough alcohol for their upper class if we launch local producers. But this isn't the matter. The first thing they want is that our citizens goes on tourism inside their nation.

Yngvar speech cut him
-This will be a job for our minister of propaganda. Advertising in streets and at TV during the advertisings after the News should be sufficient. For the alcohol, they will not have to expect big quantities of beverages if we rely of local producers. Now go on.

- Yes my Jarl, our merchant ships and planes will also be used to delivery goods to Exilvanians, as their government absolutely want to open trade links with them but Exilvanians aren't so excited because of the distance. And that's basically all. And last, they accepted our military alliance offer, it took less than a minute. That's all, my Jarl.

- Very good, this isn't a problem for Exilvanians, i have a news to announce to you too, as you were away, we signed a trade and military alliance with them. They will supply us a lot of raw material, enough to supply half of our manufacturing sector, this way we centralize a lot our imports, it will be a huge cut in costs. They will also provide us enough Oil to fullfill our consumption. So this isn't a problem to deliver them some Muchanian's goods. Now let's go back inside, my secretary delivered another package of telegrams, you will be helpful to help me open them so that i don't finish with an undead face like you, friend.

It was a good time to go back, even if the snow melted, the wind remained cold, especially at the beginning of the night.
They both began to open this chuck of telegrams, frequently throwing them to the dustbin like if they were training for basketball.
Even though, three telegrams got the attention of Yngvar, the first one mentionned the fact that the Timber industry, a project cared by him since his investiture, few months ago. It was now able to supply totally the furniture and wooden construction industry, an exciting news for him. He wrote on a paper for his secretary "Timber industry rise must be mentioned definitely on the next TV news show".

The second telegram was from their new exilvanians allies, they were requesting a private meeting with Muchanians too in order to discuss more military and trading cooperation. Yngvar took a sheet of paper from his desk and began to write orders for her secretary : "War Minister Hans Dorr is requested to go to Exilvania. He is allowed to take guards. He will have to jump in a plane as soon as he is ready to meet them. Accurate report of our armies strength and power will be needed in this task. It will be a good time that if needed, the minister of Economics gives his reports to him too. Kill two birds with one stone. Efficiency is the motto. Also, don't forget to send an answer to Exilvanian, telling them that we agree for a meeting as soon as possible."

The third telegram was about the recent communist riot within a town which had been occupated for a small amount in time during the Great War arround this time of the year. Each year, few nostalgics and lovers of communists were gathering here in order to commemorate dead commies soldiers. However, this year, 5.000 men and women of all ages has been seen in the town in the morning. When the police appeared in order to make them flee, a riot began and a policeman has been shot down by a young 17 years old dissent. It resulted in a complete panic, as the police revenged their dead brother by shooting down this teenager and blocking all the streets in order to gather the crowd on the main place of the town.
The situation slowly returned to normal as the secret police appeared in the afternoon in order to take blood sample and fingerprints to all these filthy ignorants.

Yngvar, out of anger rage, bashed the desk with his fist. "How can these traitors of the nation dare show their political ideas in public in such a way ? Send them all in prison, they will be gladly received when the current criminals will see a crowd of commies joining them, that will be a lot of fun for them i guess. Special treatment must be made to the leaders of this commemorate, they must be found and executed."

Björn, worried to see Yngvar loosing his temper, tried to tell him the wise words in order to calm him down :

-"I'm sure this is nothing my Jarl, just a few losts souls. They will go either back in the way or die trying to go out of the line."

Yngvar slowly calmed down, taking back his cold hearted attitude.

-"Yeah, we will see if you're right, you know that during the great war, prisonners were released in our forests and hunt by our soldiers in order to train them ? Our Great fathers had a lot of fun back in time. If they feel so nostalgic from this time, i know how their execution will be dealt."

He slowly stands up, and Bjorn quickly does as well :

-"I'm tired, this is all for tonight. I just want to go see and enjoy some time with my wife. Get some rest Björn, you deserve it. We shall meet again tomorrow in order to prepare my trip for the Nachfolgian summit, this is coming soon, better to get ready and figure our current most skilled Waffen SS soldiers for my personal guard."

-"Goodnight to you my Jarl, as soon as i wake up, i will begin to work on that."

As both were leaving the office, he walked in direction of his bedroom, and as he began to open the massive wooden door, his wife was waiting for him peacefully :

- "Oh, my sweet Yngvar ... i hope you're not so asleep, i've been terrible today, and i need you to punish me." She whispers, as she playfully look at him in the eyes, smirking.

-"I just got myself a free night Katarina, so i have all the time of the world for you."

He then proceed to close the door and lock it up, so that he has some privacy with his wife, and also safe them up from any highly doubtful assassination attempt considering the number of utterly loyal guards in and outside the mansion, but with the last commies slaughter news it could escalate quickly.

[The Hairy Men of God]

Today in new Zion!

Politics
Hearing notions of gender equality in other nazi European nations, many have tried to take up the cause inside the corporate theocratic kingdom. A 4000 man protest was staged as a march in the capital city.

These were quickly dealt with by police forces who used lethal force on all 4000 men and women. Videos of the encounter have been released as nationalist propaganda.

As for the wealth of the 4000, their wealth is forefeit to the state, as such their wealth was given to the Corporate national syndicates who then disturbed can
Distributed it to a large number of people.

The results of this re-distribution have resulted in 250 new millionaires and 7 new billionaires in a timespan of 1 weeks. Truly a sign of the effiency of Libertarian Corporatism.

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Foreign relations

The King called for a public communique to be sent to the remnants of exilvania and here is the message given to the nation. We should be glad that our great state is so transparent.

"Oh great nation Exil, we find much interest in you. We wish to strengthen our relations by offering the following to you.

A total free trade agreement.

Allowance of the HAL BURT corporation to operate within your land along with the movement of one Lockhand factory into your glorious nation.

A 10% discount on all military grade arms, vehicles and equipment.

And if it is your will we shall assist in law enforcement within your great land, as we have ample evidence of a large number of black markets that we easily assist in the destruction of.

We patiently await your answer"

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Military

Today it has been made public that re-structuring and new groupings of the Land air and sea forces shall begin being commenced. Government officials claims this shall boost military effiency by at least 30%

In other news the mining industry only seems to be moving upwards, with the military-industrial complex buying huge supplies of uranium and titanic amounts of metals being used for both retail, arms and even religious purposes.

[Of Leben]

Konz-Leben, 6 AM

Adolphe sits in his chair monitoring the situation from the control tower. The top deck is abuzz with re-scheduled flights, complaints, radio-ins, and over all panic from other sources confused and panicked about the situation. Adolphe, who watches with disgust how awful the situation is , sneaks out of the room to catch some quiet.
he takes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and takes a fag to light it with a match. He lets out a sigh of relief when the effects of the tobacco hit him. But just as he's about to take the cig out of his mouth, a man from the tower finds him and gives him a message.m

"Sir, its from the plane."

The chief Marshall waste no time in opening the message and reading it. Upon reading its content, he gives it back to the man.

"Have it forwarded to Dexter, he's the one in charge.

The man complies, and hands it to a guard to be sent.


By now, News teams are behind barricades clawing for any information like buzzards waiting for a meal. Despite the chaos, Dexter-who is an a Peko 1/4 APC being used as a tactical command center, is perfectly calm. He is confident that the situation is under control, and now feels he can approach the situation safely now. As he contemplates his next move, the door knocks.

"What is that?" said Dexter.

One of his officers, a young dark haired man replies.

"I dont know sir, do you want me to open it?"

"Do so with caution"

The officer gets up from his seat and opens the ramp door, and another young man, a Private, greets him on the other end with a salute.

"stand down soldier. What do you have for me?

"YES SIR! I have a message from the tower

"Give it to me then"

The private hastily hands the message to the officer. He dismisses the soldier and gives it to Dexter, who gazes at the letter with focus. When handed the letter, Dexter finds the contents amusing, and laughs. He picks up the radio and orders everyone to prepare for contact. He leaves the APC and has a squadron of 8 men to follow him on to the runway. Snipers ready themselves and wait for permission to fire and a 2S25/OL waits from a distance to destroy the aircraft to prevent escape in case if something goes awry. Chief Marshall sends the message to the plane that they are clear to leave the plane, but they should exit unarmed for their own safety. In the meantime, Dexter and his squadron wait outside the plane to greet their unexpected guests.

[New United States of Columbia]

Royal Palace, United States of Columbia
King Foley was looking at the high command of the Columbian Imperial Forces with shock.
"So Nazi Europa is basically near or at the point of being in an all out war?"
The officers gave grim looks.
"It appears that way," Admiral Perry of the Imperial Navy answered "and we can't sit out of this forever. We have to pick sides eventually or face total destruction like we did in the last few wars."
Foley shuddered. He HATED to remember or be reminded of the The Great Divide and Second War for Columbia. New Decius troops marching in Philadelphia while massacring his Royalist troops still haunted his dreams and plagued his nightmares. He sat up in his throne and looked down at the officers.
"So, are you going to inform me of any war plans you have? Anyone going to tell me we have more advanced weapons that aren't armored trains, slow as molasses tanks, and large armed and armored zeppelins!"
The officers shared nervous looks.
Foley promptly left the throne room to try and gather his thoughts and make a plan of action.

[Volksgard]

Diplomat Freidrich Hansel was sat in his office watching the news report on a bombing in Erdestadt that had occurred earlier that day, no one had claimed responsibility for ot so far but many people believed it was either radical Satanists or Left wing saboteurs.

Freidrich was concerned about recent developments within Volksgard and could see a civil war as a possibility, mainly between the SS and NLA each supported by various factions and groups.

All he needed to know was what side he should place himself on.

Other:

The 200 Leopard 2A7 tanks have recently been put up for sale to any nations within Nazi Europa, as the much anticipated Panther 16/120 has entered production.

[Azgoghk]

Konz-Leben International Airport

Azgohkian delegation disarmed itself and was escorted out of the plane. Thankfully, Akabar Qorrashi was in a good mood, despite the stress of the situation.

"Look, Sapra" he said in Azgoghkian language "these guards think that they are safe, because they took away my pistol. Ha-ha! I could crush the life out at least from three of them with my bare hands, before they could shoot me dead."
Sapra shuddered inside. Her father's superhuman strength was well known in Azgoghk, as was his frequent mood swings. However, she could tell that right now he is only joking.

"I don't think it need to come to that, father. It would stop Lebenians from meeting us with the proper honor."

She turned away and gave orders to the rest of the Azgoghkians.

"Everyone, listen. If we are separated, show full cooperation to Lebenian authorities. Do not resist, do not lie. Have no fear, we are safe. If we are imprisoned, High Prince Corwin will free us through diplomatic channels. If we are fined, Azgoghk will pay the fine. However, I think it will be enough with the simple apology I already made, because I do not think that Lebenians will be interested in denting international relations over such a small matter. After all, there were no casualties. When you are released, contact me immediately."

Akabar then joined in: "Yes. What she said. And remember that our goal here is to open an embassy and leave as soon as possible, leaving Lord Malueth here as an ambassador". He waved his gigantic arm to the general direction of the quiet noble.

Royal Palace of Khabez, Central Azgoghkian Mountains

"International incident, you say" High Prince Corwin repeated slowly while listening to the report about Lebenian airport crisis. "I see no incident here. I see couple of fools making Azgoghk a laughterstock. What was Akabar thinking? He is my brother, after all, if he was shot down, I would have to go to war, there would be no choice for me... And I would most likely lose. However, all is well that ends well. I should thought twice before sending Akabar on such a mission, though. Anything else?"

Corwin's current advisor, Lord Akash Qorrashi was an unremarkable young man with a remarkable loyalty. Son of the Corwin's father, Herengar and some prostitute, he was raised in an orphanage. However, after Herengar's death, Corwin has noticed his young half-brother and accepted him in palace. Akash was very grateful and very loyal, especially because he could not hold a royal title himself, thus making betrayal unlikely.
"There is an incoming message from Nachfolgia. It appears they are preparing to hold some kind of international meeting with many leaders. Sounds like a trap, if you ask me, sir."

Corwin looked to him coldly. "Well, as a matter of fact, I didn't ask you. Still, there is some truth in your words. This meeting will most probably be a target for all the leftist terrorists in the whole Nazi Europa" Corwin then went silent for few minutes.

Then he looked to Akash again and spoke: "Lord Akash Qorrashi, as I am leaving to attend this meeting, I leave you as regent of Azgoghk until I return. If I die in Nachfolgia, you will crown my underage son Corwin as High Prince Corwin II and serve as his regent until he comes of age. You will also try not to start war over my death, if possible."

Akash looked on High Prince in disbelief "You are indeed attending this meeting? High Prince has not left Azgoghk...well never! Although you are just the second High Prince in the history of Azgoghk..."

Corwin smiled, but his eyes remained cold. "If I were not to come personally, they would see me as coward. That can't happen. But do not look so serious, Akash. I believe that the risk is minimal and I will soon return. When I am back, I intend to send you to the New Zion and make a trade deal, so we can get some of their technology... For now, you can leave".

As Akash left, Corwin was left to his own thoughts. Will this meeting be the turning point in Azgoghks international relations? Or will it be just one of those worthless meetings where everyone expresses "his goodwill" and then goes home... Still, Corwin felt that he should visit this personally - just to be sure that everything went good for Azgoghk.

[Nachfolgia]

Nachfolgian International Airport

The largest airport in the Reich was bustling with more traffic than usual. The terminals did not shuttle more travellers on this day than normal, but had the Wehrmacht walking through the airport. Hundreds of black uniformed personnel of the Waffen-SS marched throughout Nachfolgian International as added security. This wasn't in response to the civil protests by the discriminated 2nd class citizens or some terrorist plot. The beefed up military security is to protect the visiting foreign delegates. Leaders from all over Nazi Europa were meeting with Obersterfuhrurin Angelika von Sturmgeist to discuss matters of urgency that could shape the future of the entire region.

Security was increased not only in the airport, but all over the country. The national police force, known as the Reichspolizei, has pushed back the rising protests under the direct orders from the Obersterfuhrurin to insure that none of the national leaders see any signs of civil unrest. In the Obersterfuhrurin's eyes, it was a sign of weakness that will not be tolerated. In the skies, Luftwaffe patrols increased to insure air superiority and safety. Fighters from the JG 63 Todesengel were in standby to escort the incoming planes carrying the national leaders to the airport. The Nachfolgians were very serious in keeping everything in military order and just the way they want it. Nothing was going to happen to the delegates on their visit to the Reich.

On the tarmac, a convoy of dozens of black armored SUVs were lined up, waiting for the delegates. Each of the national leaders would have their own personal convoy of five cars complete with armed bodyguards to take them to the designated hotel. The hotel in question was the famous Friederike Adler Hotel in downtown Sturmgeistberg. The Adler Hotel is the premier hotel in the Reich and has hosted a number of important quests from the delegates of the Anti-Communism Alliance to Kaiser Steinbach, emperor of Prussia-Steinbach. Due to the Obersterfuhrurin's influence, the delegates will be the only residences at the hotel for the next couple of days.

In the skies above the northwestern coast of Nachfolgia, a Todesengel patrol was monitoring the skies. The fighter squadron was waiting for the delegates to arrive. The CO of the Todesengel, Major Klaus von Hertling, was scanning the skies when a blip appeared on the radar. Looking down at the display, he saw a green dot positioned northeast of his current position. He signaled his wingman to bank right and head towards the unknown aircraft. When the fighters got a visual on the aircraft, Klaus tuned into the designated frequency for the supposed delegate's personal aircraft.

"[ This is Major Klaus von Hertling of the Nachfolgian Luftwaffe. You are in restricted airspace, please identify yourself or face immediate termination. This is your only warning.]"

[Remnants of Exilvania]

Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor

Nachfolgia
Skies above the northwestern Coast of Nachfolgia

It didn`t stay only one blip on the radar. In quick succession about 3 more blips appeared. And they were all heading towards the Nachfolgian International Airport. When they finally had visual contact they would see a Zeppelin as well as several unusual looking fighters, obviously escorting the Zeppelin.

In the Gu-104 Zeppelitz heading towards Nachfolgia everyone stayed calm. They had noticed the Nachfolgian patrol long before they had noticed them due to the strong radar and other scanning devices on the Zeppelitz. Together with their escort of Vokker Vr. 3 Fighters they had been travelling all the way from the heart of the wasteland without anything unusual happening and all of them were optimistic that nothing would happen now. Though they did stay cautious and let the fighters take front in case it was not a Nachfolgian patrol. However, when they got visual on the Nachfolgians and also got messaged on the diplomatic frequency, the fighters quickly took their usual positions around the Zeppelins again.

A Nachrichtenoffizier on board of the Zeppelin was tasked to quickly wake up Haegler who had decided to take a little nap before he would enter Nachfolgia. And while the Nachrichtenoffizier hurried to get there the Luftschiffkapitän took hold of a microphone and answered in the desiganted frequency:

"Hallo! Hallo! This is Luftschiffkapitän Franz Morsow from the Exilvanian Luftangriffsterror. This is unit 17 on route to Nachfolgian International Airport to deliver the Exilvanian Diplomatical Delegation. We are accompanied by Staffel FK 236 as escorts. Awaiting further instructions. Ende!

With this Morsow now also quickly placed a headset on his head and listened for further instructions by the Nachfolgian patrol.

Deeper inside the Zeppelin the Nachrichtenoffizier, Laszlo Kurzmann his name, had finally reached the door to Haeglers quarter. Straightening his posture and uniform he quickly knocked before hastily stepping back when the door opened. Haegler was standing in the doorway and looking at his posture and uniform he had probably been waiting for him already. Kurzmann gave the obligatoral "HEIL KAISER VLAD!" before hastily giving his report that they had entered the Nachfolgian Airspace and would probably soon get to land in the International Airport.

"Ah yes, International Airports. So simple and yet something we don`t have. Well, not like we need it anyways, right? HAhahaa! Not that I`d just let citizens leave nor that anyone would really want to enter. Well, then. You may lower your arm now. I hate it if people just shove their saluting arms right into my face. Now, let`s get going then. Notify the rest of the delegation. I`ll be at the cockpit."

With this Haegler left towards the cockpit and was then overseeing all actions done there while Kurzmann was assembling the rest of the delegation. Every single one of the delegates wasn`t very well known. They were all part of the ZZ though usually chiefs of the more discrete departments. Besides from Haegler there was only one delegate publicly known in Exilvania. It was Zsigmond "the Schlächter" Fleischhack, chief of the Exilvanian ZZ Camp Forces. The wicked camps in the wastelands where the enemies or unwanted of Exilvania were living their life in agony and pain, working for Exilvania under the cold eyes of ZZ guards untill they died.

[Wiking Nordland]

Nachfolgia
Skies above the northwestern Coast of Nachfolgia

In the blue sky, the nachfolgians could see slowly approaching a private Jet escorted by 2 Bf.288 G on his two sides. The Wikinger delegation was at within 5 minutes of their international airport. As the jet was equipped with an advanced radar, with the clear signs of Nachfolgian patrol appearing on the screen. As Yngvar was watching it with a little smile, the pilot assistant went to meet him. The assistant was sweating because of the unusual temperatures comparate to what it can be in Wiking Nordland.

- My Jarl, we will soon land, should i begin radio communication with their tower control?
- "Look at that sun, what a beautiful day to travel. We left the nation and will land in this foreign nation with a sunny weather. That can only be a sign of a successful summit for the region, at least until the next storm behind the Misty Mountains.
- My Jarl ? Please we need your orders.
- Oh, well, of course, contact them, do you want to get shoot on sight? That would be rather funny to die this way, but let's play this game another day, ja ?
- Of course my Jarl.

As the assistant was running back to the cockpit area, the pilot finally entered in contact with the Nachfolgians :

- Hello, this is the Hauptmann Floki Haraldson from Wikinger Jet accompanied with two of our fighter aircrafts. We are approaching and will soon land to Nachfolgian International Airport to deliver the Wikinger Delegation. Awaiting further instructions. End.

As the pilot was awaiting for an answer to land, the delegacy, composed of each minister's personal assistants, was briefly reviewing their notes and discussing about the main matters to tackle. Yngvar was merely calm, as ever. This was the main strength tall blond haired blue eyes man, a blasé attitude, in order to hide his true emotions and goals. However, sometimes he could explode of anger, hiding a hot-blooded temperament. He checked one last time with his hand in order to feel his Lahti L-35 handgun, which was never leaving him. "We will see if i can bring you with me" he thought, smiling.

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Exilvania
Skies above the southern Coast of Exilvania

As the Jarl took a plane to go to the summit, the defence minister Hans Dorr had to go meet their Exilvanians and Muchanians allies on Exilvanians soil, in order to discuss more about some matters. In the plane, a long economical (provided by economics minister) and militaristic reports could be found on his table. As the Exilvanian lands could be seen more and more clearly through the window, the minister got a little shock to see such wastes and scortched earth country. That was in nothing familiar to Wiking Nordland's lands. However, he didn't mind soon after. Afterall, there is probably better looking lands in this country than this wasteland ! The assistant was taking notes of any details he could see, in order to make a report to the Jarl about Exilvanian nation.
The defence minister took a brief look to his guards :
- "Open your eyes wide when we will land, we didn't got infos about how and where will be the meeting, but don't shoot on anything except if i give the order, we aren't here to break an alliance, but to strenghten it."

he walked peacefully to the cockpit, giving the order to take contact with Exilvanians whenever they will approach to the airfield, and asked to not be bothered until their landing.

The pilot proceeded on these orders, and when he reached the destination, quickly took contact with their Exilvanian allies.

- Hello, this is the Hauptmann Egon Ackermann from Wiking Nordland. We are incoming. Awaiting further instructions about where to land. End.

The Defence minister was kind of excited about this meeting, it was changing from his daily routine to manage the different Armed Forces branchs, and he was hoping to come back to his Jarl with good news and a strong relationship with these new allies.

[Azgoghk]

Lone, battered military transport aircraft appeared on Nachfolgian radars. High Prince Corwin Qorrashi was not big on making impressions.

"Nachfolgian Airport, Azgoghkian delegation incoming. We have High Prince himself on board. Requesting landing immediately."

As the pilots contacted Nachfolgian officials, Corwin Qorrashi revised his plans for meeting. He knew noone here, so this diplomatic mission will not be easy. However...maybe it will be possible to introduce other leaders to Azgoghkian way of negotiating. Then Corwin would feel familiar with the process.

Corwin looked over plane's cargo and smiled. Plane was full of Azgohkian favourite alcoholic beverage - Azgoghkian Black Gin of Doom. It was 70% percent strong and always present in negotiations in Azgoghk. If nothing more, it will at least provide some fun , Corwin thought. Still, he hoped that other leaders will like this and meeting will be held while everyone is heavily intoxicated. Then probably the outsider status of High Prince Corwin will be less obvious.

"Servants" he ordered "As soon as we are landed you will bring all this booze to the same hotel I am supposed to live here".

[The Hairy Men of God]

The King made preparations and took off with his guards and certain advisors. He quickly took a private plane.

Before boarding the plane, the king and his advisors prepared special agreements for each leader that would attend the meeting, just in case.


Nachfolgia
Skies above Nachfolgia

It wouldn't be long before the plane came in sight, as normal coordinations were made in order to land safely and allow for the proper exchange of information.

The king lifted up a glass of royal Blood-wine, took a drink then said "men let us come together before we land, and practice a ritual so as to make our wills adamatine, our power evident and our Wills United"

Before landing the group would practice a ritual for unity in will, invoking the spirits of the past kings and high priests into themselves. after this they would exit the plane, stay their ground and try to ignore the majority of interaction until the meeting began and further instructions were given.

[Nachfolgia]

-snip-

"[Copy that. Proceed to Nachfolgian International Airport at coordinates 45679384. We'll provide escort. Under orders from the Obersterfuhrurin, I personally welcome you to the Reichsmilitarstrat of Nachfolgia.]" Klaus replied as he and his wingman circled around the massive zepplin.

-snip-

"[ I read you long and clear, Herr Hauptmann. This is Hauptmann Helga Kroener of the Todesengel. Proceed to Nachfolgian International Airport at coordinates 45679384. Me and my wingman will escort you. Welcome to the Reichsmilitarstrat of Nachfolgia, Herr Hauptmann.]"

-snip-

"[ This is Tower 1, proceed on course to Nachfolgian International. Two Panavia Tornadoes will make contact shortly to escort you in. Once on the ground, a convoy will take you to the designated hotel. Welcome to the Reichsmilitarstrat of Nachfolgia.]"

Reichstag, Sturmgeistberg.

In the Reichstag, The Obersterfuhrurin stood in her office. She looked out the window to the courtyard, sipping on a glass of bourbon. As she drank, she contemplated what the next few days would hold. Would the others agree with what she believe is the solution? Would they even listen to her despite her age? These were only half hearted worries. She had no doubt that her wits and cunningness would sway the other delegates to do what she wanted.

The thoughts gave her a satisfying grin as she took another sip of her drink. Just then, the Obersterfuhrurin's Secretary walked in. The Secretary was not like any Nachfolgian, she was of Asian descent, wearing an Werhmacht uniform. A second class citizen loyal to the Obersterfuhrurin.

"[ What is it?]" The Obersterfuhrurin said without turning around.

"[ My Obersterfuhrurin, the delegates will be landing at Nachfolgian International within the hour.]" The Secretary said meekly.

"[ Excellent. You can leave me now.]" The Obersterfuhrurin replied with a smile.

The blonde haired woman walked to her desk as her secretary left the room and closed the doors. The Obersterfuhrurin sat down at her desk and pulled out her phone from a desk drawer. She dialed and held it up to her ear, a sinister smirk on her face.

Friederike Adler Hotel

In The Friederike Adler Hotel, A middle aged woman with silver hair sat behind a dark wood desk in an extravagant office room. The woman, wearing a black pants suit, was busy reading several papers that were scattered across her desk. Her face had a neutral expression, signs of wear and tear were very prevelant.

It wasn't easy by any means to run the most famous hotel in the entire Reich. Having to cater to delegates from all over the world and high ranking officials here at home put a lot of stress on a hotel owner. Ms. Adler, however, accepted such challenges, knowing that this is what it took to run a successful hotel.

As Ms. Adler looked over the papers, her phone ran. Not seeing who it was, she picked up the phone.

"[ Friederike Adler Hotel. Friederike Adler speaking.]" She said nonchalantly.

"[ Frau Adler.]" The Obersterfuhrurin retorted, seemingly angry.

"[ *gasp* My Obersterfuhrurin! This is...a pleasant surprise.]" Adler said as she jumped from her seat.

"[ I'm sure it is. Are the preparations finished?]" The Obersterfuhrurin said sarcastically.

"[ Y-yes, my Obersterfuhrurin. Everything is up to your specifications.]" Adler replied, nervously.

"[ That's excellent. As I expected from you. The delegates will be arriving at your hotel within two hours. Don't disappoint me, Frau Adler.]"

"[ Understood, my Obersterfuhrurin]"

"[ Oh...and one more thing.]"

"[ Yes, my Obersterfuhrurin?]"

"[ Service...with a smile.]" The Obersterfuhrurin said with a sinister tone before hanging up.

[Volksgard]

•Nachfolgian International Airport•

The large Airlander 10 Airship carrying the Volksfuhrer and some other ministers towards the airport requested permission to land, the passengers were looking forward to meeting the other leaders from Nazi Europa, especially Azgoghk and Of Leben.


Other:

Volksgard is proud to annouce the creation of a Volk-Leben agreement and have sent a copy for Of Leben to sign. We look forward to closer cooperation between our nations.

VOLK-LEBEN AGREEMENT

(i) Mutual Defense is guaranteed by the signing of this Agreement. That if either nation is attacked by anyone, they agree to support militarily.

(ii) Free Trade is to be aimed for between us and barriers to trade (tariffs and quotas) should be reduced.

Signed

Konrad Ferdinand Uwe

Volksführer of Volksgard

[Remnants of Exilvania]

Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor

Nachfolgia
Skies above the northwestern Coast of Nachfolgia

"Understood. Unit 17 and FK 236 will proceed to the given coordinates 45679384. Escort is appreciated as well as the welcome. Ende!

With that said Morsow quickly changed the channel to the loudspeakers on the ship.

"All crewmembers are to stand down. Targets are not hostile. We will proceed to coordinates given to us and land there. The delegation shall get ready and all personnel begin landing preparations! HEIL KAISER VLAD!"

The loudspeakers all over the Zeppeling broadcastes his message into every corner of the ship. The few crewmembers which were vets and had been aiming their Flakker I AA rocket launchers at the Nachfolgians grumbled a little but eventually continued their patrols onboard. Even the last Exilvanian delegates who Laszlo hadn`t managed to inform in time were now getting ready. On the bridge of the Zeppelin Haegler patted Morsow onto his shoulders and said:

"Mein lieber Herr Gesangsverein! Excellently done Herr Morsow! You gave the exact standard answers usually thaught in these kinds of situation. You know, there were several...well...reports about you. Reports about...incompetence..."

Under his gas mask a lone drop of sweat was running over Morsow`s forehead. He knew about the actions he had done which could`ve been seen as incompetence. He had once lost a Zeppelin to friendly fire due to not following the correct identification protocols. He had been lucky back then to escape with his life just like his crew. Back then he had lost almost all of his influence trying to not get court martialed to death. He had instead blamed others of his crew, who instead of him got executed for it. He knew that he barely escaped death back then. He still didn`t know why. His influence usually shouldn`t have been enough to work out back there. He straightened his posture, gulped and whispered:

"As you can see Herr Oberst this belongs to the past. I have learnt from my former mistakes and improved myself. I will never again show any signs of it."

Haegler let put a little chuckle before leaning closer to Morsow, his gas masks filter respirator almost touching the place where Morsow`s ear could be seen under the gas mask, whispering:

"Oh, I really hope so. I have made an investment into you. And I like investments to pay off. The accusation was never dropped. It has just been postponed. Your behaviour and skill determine how much longer it will be postponed. But remember, fuck up only once, and ten men will have died for nothing and you will soon accompany them."

With that Haegler went back to his usual place, leaving Morsow infront of the microphone. Morsow was at first relieved but then he remembered what Haegler had said and quickly gave orders to the crew about where to fly, what to do, etc. He was even giving a helping hand in the most mundane work on the Zeppelin.

Exilvania
Southern Exilvania
Festung Herzreißer
Underground Command Bunker

"HEIL KAISER VLAD! Herr Generalfeldmarschall, the unidentified aircraft which had intruded into our coastal airspace has identified itself! It seems that it`s from Wiking Nordland! They want to land! What shall we do?"

, a muffled voice said behind Generalfeldmarschall Erich Rubbel while he was taking a look at a map of Southern Exilvania. Rubbel had currently been busy working out plans how to quickly assemble the fleet in the south and had been constantly checking the Military and Industrial Ports in the South about their capacities and their connections to the Industrial Railway system. But now he had to be interrupted. But the news he had just gotten weren`t good. In truth, they utterly terrified him. His head turned around in just a split second and right after that he let out a cry of pain and held his neck. It was not advised to turn the head too quickly without turning the body. But he quickly forgot the pain. He remembered now that there was something about some military/diplomatic delegations coming. Haegler had sent orders to all Higher ups in the Military Forces and the ZZ. But he really hoped that it wasn`t too late yet.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAS!?! Fast, inform the FlaRak positions! They need to stand down! Is this clear! SCHNELL! SCHNELL! SCHNELL!"

All the other officers, grunts, officials etc in the room had heard this of course and almost immediately everyone went to work, desperately trying to establish a connection to the FlaRak Positions, trying to get them to stand down.

However, it was a little too late. The closest FlaRak battery had already fired a "Runterholer" rocket at the Nordland plane. Just when it started the Soldiers at the FlaRak site got the shitstorm of calls telling them to stand down. And in this moment they knew, they fucked up.

The pilot would probably see on whatever kind of device is needed to make out a rocket that something was closing in on collision course with the plane very very quickly. However, when it was only Seconds away from impact, the object suddenly disappeared from the screens. Somewhere in the massive clouds hanging above the wasteland not too far from the plane, a massive explosion could be seen. Or rather not seen cause, wasteland clouds.

Back on the ground the FlaRak crews had managed to initiate the self destruct protocol of the rocket. And that just in time. Now the pilot instead would receive a call by Exilvanians to switch to a secure channel provided by them. If he was to switch he was greeted with the following message:

"This is Exilvanian V Korps. Stay on your current course and stay out of the clouds at all cost. Proceed further towards the west untill Fighter Planes have reached you. Ende!"

If the pilot was to do as said, he would soon meet up with a Staffel of fast Exilvanian Interceptors which would escort the plane further towards the west and into the Lebensbezirk. There the plane would receive messages from the Exilvanian XI Korps. The messages gave a location for the plane to land. When this location would be reached and the plane would eventually land it would probably notice that they were landing on a broad highway leading through wide fields used for agriculture. The Exilvanians had cordoned off a good portion of it as runway for the plane. Exilvanian troops could be seen all over the place, making sure that a secure perimeter was created. A G-14 Goliath Tank was standing ready at the end of the runway. Wolfenvokker Duellists were patrollling the sky while Exilvanian Infantry set up geavy MGs and patrolled the area with Vladswaggen recon cars and Übelmeister II tanks.

When the delegation would have landed and leave the plane, ZZ Reserve troopers would immediately surround them with some weapons pointed at them and most of the weapons pointed outwards at the surrounding area. An officer with the insignia of the ZZ Reserve would then wal forward and offer his hand for a handshake while saying with his voice muffled by his gas mask:

"Welcome in Exilvania. I hope you enjoyed the flight. Please follow me."

He then turned around and quickly walked towards the G-14 Goliath. The ZZ Reserve soldiers around the delegation didn`t really wait for the delegates either and forced them after the officer. The Exilvanians obviously gave a shit about diplomatic status and all, just shoving the delegation forward.

At the same time from the other end of the runway, a commotion could be heard. The delegation of course couldn`t see much due to their plane standing in the way but shortly after the commotion broke out, some high caliber machinegun opened up followed by an explosion somewhere down the highway. And very quickly even more guns joined in. The gunfire seemed to come from everywhere around the runway. Soon even more explosions also shook the ground. And it was then that the delegation would hear a a very certain howling, coming closer very quickly. For those who knew how mortars sounded, it was a good warning to get down, and that was what the ZZ troopers did. They just dropped themselves onto the ground and tried to get the delegates down as well if they didn`t do so in time, sometimes even using the butts of their MPXLs.

[Wiking Nordland]

Nachfolgia
Nachfolgian International Airport

Following the reception of the Tower message, The Hauptmann Floki Haraldson proceeded to get in direction of the coordinates in order to land the jet. Of course, the Bf.288.G made the same, staying very close from the jet.
The Jarl Yngvar Ragnvaldr looked at his honor guards, who had all an expressionless face, focused on the incoming job to protect the Jarl. These giants (in order to join the Waffen SS, you have to respond to high standards, especially on intelligence, a lot of different skills + Height (1m80+) and of course aryan physical appearance which is common in Wikinger society (blue eyes, blond hair)) were chosen upon the elite from the elite.
- "Sturmbahnführer Willi Hein, dear friend, it is time that all of us give our maximum so that this summit runs in the best conditions possible. Be pleasant with our hosts, but remain strict in terms of security. If something happens, i give you the order to shoot, but at the last possible moment. However, that is highly doubful that it happens."
- "Ja my Jarl, we will not disappoint you."

(Few minutes later..)

The jet and the 2 Bf.288 G finally reached the destination, and successfully landed in the Nachfolgian International Airport. The delegation, the honor guards and the Jarl proceeded to go out of the aircraft by the air-stairs, right after Yngvar checks one last time if his Lahti L-35 pistol was still in his pocket. He decided long ago to go first, even if it was a bit reckless in a foreign country. He looked the sun one more time and walked in the direction of the hosts and smiled when he saw the number of SUVs waiting for all the different delegations.

Exilvania
Southern Exilvania
Schreckensburg-Folterburg Highway
Arround G-14 Goliath tank

Hans Dorr, a veteran from the Waffen SS, now at the head of the ministry of Defence, heard the shots of mortars coming in their direction. This 31 year old man is famous for his aggressive fighting spirit and scared of nothing but the death of his fellow comrades or delegates in the present situation ! Surprised by such an hospitality, he quickly knocked down an Exilvanian ZZ guard in order to grab his StG46 and put one knee to the ground, weapon in direction of the shots, and shout to the delegates :

- "Get into safety in the tank !!! i can't believe this is happening. What the heck is this nation. First these idiots nearly destroy our plane, and now they cannot even detect partisans or whatever these dissidents are. That is a nice recon arround the highway."

As the delegates proceeded to jump fast into the Goliath tank, Hans Dorr remained unflexible, even with the mortar explosions arround him.
When the last of the delegates got into the tank, he grabbed the ZZ officer by the collar and began to threaten him :

- "Get us out of there or i swear you will get in trouble. This is you and me here, our leaders aren't here to watch, and i'm sure both our leaders would not be so happy for their own interrests that it finishs badly there."

He throwed the weapon to him and jumped in a second in the tank, closing the doors by the inner.

[The Hairy Men of God]

Nachfolgia

It wasn't long before the King and his men were given transpiration and protection to the hotel. Once at the hotel a minimal amount of interaction occurred between workers in the hotel and the esteemed guests.

Abramelin quickly noticed that the people were far too nice, if this meant what he thought then this nation might be just as totalitarian as his own. He felt much sympathy for the nation and its agendas after contemplating these matters.

The king and his men stayed up throughout the night as is custom, doscussing plans, practicing ritual and telling stories of old.

No matter what Abramelin was prepared to push the case with Exil to get at least a free trade agreement. That and a defense pact with Nachfolgia.

today in new Zion!

ecomonics

The economy of the corporate theocratic kingdom seems stable but is ever at a risk of going static.

In an effort to move the economy in a better direction new child labour laws now actually subsidize child labour. Due to an influx of crime due to new cuts in the law&order budget many businesses have began to relax their standards for workers and their criminal history. This is also being highly recommended by the government.

The economy due to its new re-arrangement seems to have picked up speed, to what extent? that shall be seen in due time.

[Muchania]

May 2nd, 2016

Undisclosed, Province of Osterschätz, Muchania, 11:00 AM

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--"Old friend, you are pulling low and to the left." Marschal Heidrich painfully droned.

--"Are you sure?" Geoffrey inquired doubtfully.

--"Neither my eyes, my monocular, nor the impact mark on the plate, dissuade me from informing you, that you are pulling low and to the left."

Though it was only a little over one hundred yards away, the ripples of the heat rising from the freshly mowed expanse distorts the brightly colored steel target. Geoffrey removes his binoculars from his range bag and inspects the impact for himself, humbled.

--"My sincerest apologies, Heidrich. I will not doubt you again."

--"I never lie to mein Kommandant. Now please move yourself from the chair," Heidrich rattles a full Mauser-style charger clip in his hand, "It is my turn."

Marschal Heidrich Victor August Ernst, one of Herr Geoffrey's four most trusted advisers, is the Reichsmarschall of the Bodenkräfte, second in command of the Land Forces to Geoffrey himself. Heidrich is a stoic, blunt, and whimsical man, whom regardless of his position, is never fearful of how his words affect those around him; for that the Kommandant respects him deeply. He is the senior most member of the Reichsmarschall Staff, having been born shortly after the onset of the Cold War, noted by his 'salt & pepper' hair, laugh lines, and crows feet. His age, though, is not to denote his physicality; at the age of 19, when all Muchanian men are taken from their homes and hardened by the nation's martial culture, Heidrich was thrown into the ranks of the Bodenkräfte Artillery. Years of manually dragging split-tail carriages of guns with his crews, hauling heavy shells, and operating the various loading procedures, has a very lasting effect on a man. Though Muchania has never engaged in armed conflict for such heavy use to be necessary, war-games and military maneuvers are as commonplace in the Imperial German Domain as sporting events in other nations.

--"I am so very glad that when you found this hunk of steel and wood, you did not have it re-chambered; Wilhelm only knows how much 7.92x57mm is still kicking around here."

--"Then it is a good thing the two of us were conceived once upon a time, so that we may use it!" Geoffrey chortles.

--"Why have you not had these quantities scrapped, mein Kommandant? We could use this to produce more 7.5x55mm; I am sure you are aware of what a hefty price the cartridge carries."

--"Yes, Heidrich, I am well aware. As I am sure you are also aware, the 7.5 Swiss is ballistically superior to the 7.9 Mauser. It fires a smaller diameter projectile at a higher speed, hits with greater foot-pounds, has a flatter overall trajectory, is lighter in weight, and even at distances of 1,000 yards, can make contact with nearly the same muzzle energy as a .44 Magnum being fired at point-blank range."

--"Very compelling reasoning."

--"Moreover, I have scrapped nearly every ancient military commodity that I have found thus far for such industrial purposes. Would it not be wise to use a cartridge for recreation that also was not our nation's standard battle rifle and machine gun cartridge, for logistics sake?"

Geoffrey removes himself from the clutches of his beloved service weapon; a Gewehr 98 rifle that was one of the many left behind in caches after the Great War. This rifle was discovered by Geoffrey while exploring the ancient monuments left by the old German Empire. It has since been customized with a marksman bolt group, a practical sighting elevator ( starting at 100 yards as opposed to 400 yards), a new hardwood stock, and a new sighting picture consisting of a wide rear aperture and a narrow front 'trident' post.

Heidrich takes a seat at the bench and places the charger clip into the guide. He thrusts the five cartridges into the internal magazine with his thumb. The sun in Osterschätz beats much hotter than in Eireweite; being just south of the Schwerer Gustav Mountain Range, Osterschätz is saved from the howling wind that blows over the peaks, and the cold with the exception of the true winter season. Heidrich takes a few moments to roll up the sleeves of his field gray officer's uniform top; the Imperial German Army standard for over a century.

--"After we have had our fill of punishing our shoulders and ringing our ears, Heidrich, I would like you to gather the other Reichsmarschalls and brief them for your journey to Exilvania, while I gather and refine the necessary military information for you to bring. I will also locate our Officer of Economics."

--"Jawol--" Heidrich interrupts himself with the thunderous 'CRACK' of the Gewehr 98, followed by a distant 'PING'. "And while myself and the other Reichsmarschalls are securing the trust of the Exilvanian Haegler, you will be conversing with our fellow Nazi Europeans at the summit in Nachtfolgia?"

--"Directly in the center!" Geoffrey proclaims from behind his binoculars. "I'm sorry what?....Oh yes, I have been meaning to talk to you about my half of the trip."

--"I am always prepared to give my young Kommandant advice on his rulings."

--"Only relatively young....but....I am apprehensive about this summit."

--"And why is that?" Geoffrey is momentarily deafened by the second Gewehr blast; he waits for his ears to cease ringing.

--" I feel that my analysis of what may happen may be skewed by the unique relational culture of Muchania, but it makes me very uncomfortable to be in the clutches of foreign leader who happens to be female. Especially so far from home."

Heidrich flips the leaf safety to the right and rests his forearms upon the action of the rifle, clasping his fingers together. He turns his hard, square face in the direction of the warm wind. "Hmm, yes; I can see where your worry stems from, Geoffrey. Being more of a 'traditional role male', I have a difficult time contemplating the private actions of you and the Schulleiterin, however I do see its place in your psychological makeups, especially after having sat in on so many of your counseling sessions. I also agree with you; your perception is heavily skewed by the way women behave themselves in Muchania today, which is by your decree, by the way. In Muchania, you have forged a microcosm of Rome. Women elsewhere are much more peaceful and compassionate, where desire and decadence do not rule all."

--"My anxious tendencies wish me to believe otherwise, but I am sure you are right."

--"One's first trip leaving his homeland is always a nerving one, but I digress. If you are gone longer than the trip us Reichsmarschalls will be taking to Exilvania, and I have not heard from you in good health and safety upon our return, I personally will be leading the task force to your rescue, along with the entire MMCC fleet swarming with very angry Schwer-Fußtruppe."

--"Thank you, Heidrich; I know I am safe in your watchful eye."

--"Of course, mein Kommandant. The Reichsmarschall Staff was conceived with the preservation of Muchania in mind. We will never let anything happen to you. Let us hope that this summit provides useful; I smell change, a particular scent of change I have not smelled since my adolescence."

--"You 'smell change'?"

--"Call it 'an ancient Eagle's intuition'. I will expound more as time unfolds."

'CRACK'---------------------------'PING'
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After returning from Osterschätz just after high noon, Geoffrey sets out immediately racing around his office, collecting the various folders and papers needed to have a productive meeting of military matters; infantry groupings, weapon specifications, equipment stocks, troop quantities, budgets per branch, doctrines and tactics, and the like. After nearly two hours of gathering what Geoffrey believes to be necessary information, there sit ten different leather file cases upon his desk filled and ready to be sent with the Reichsmarschall Staff. Geoffrey fans himself with his cap and buzzes the communications desk at the end of the hall.

--"Hello? Is anybody at the desk down there?"

--"Jawol, Herr Kommandant. Do you need me to convey a message?"

--"Yes, please find and inform our Officer of Economics to meet with the Reichsmarschall Staff at the Imperial Grand Airport at Imperial Executive Terminal Two." Instruct them to wait there for me, and also dispatch three Special Forces Squads to accompany them. That is all."

--"Jawol."

Geoffrey releases the intercom button slowly and sinks into his chair, remembering that he too must leave. With a heavy heart and little ambition, Geoffrey removes his luggage bag from the closet of his office and heads for his chambers to pack.
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Geoffrey arrived at the terminal via a private monorail network situated underneath the streets of Erihs. With the file cases and luggage in hand, he greets the delegation party warmly and sincerely; never before has the Kommandant been faced with being great distances from some of the people he considers close family. He provides a long, warm embrace for the Reichsmarschalls of Muchania; the Bodenkräfte: Heidrich, the Luftfahrtkräfte: Josef von Schliech, the Seestreitkräfte: Georg Alexander von Müller III, and the Heimatfrontschutz: Franz-Adlar von Einem. The Officer of Economics, Edmund Vlaksten, beckons for Geoffrey's ear, and they exchange a few hushed words and nod in agreement. Lastly, Geoffrey huddles like an inspiring coach among the thirty present B.I.E operators, explaining that two squads will accompany the Reichsmarschalls and one will accompany himself, providing explicit instructions as how to present themselves and how to behave in the presence of foreign guards and other military personnel. With a wave of his hand, Geoffrey ushers the party to their Storch 4 airbus, so as not to see his tears; he and his squad make for the next airbus taxing into position headed for Nachtfolgia.

[Remnants of Exilvania]

Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor

Nachfolgia
Nachfolgian International Airport

Not too long after the encounter with the Nachfolgian Air patrol, the Zeppelitz Gu-104 reached the Nachfolgian International Airport. While the fighter escorts were communicating with the tower to get themselves a few free runways to land, Haegler had noticed the large amount of parked SUVs and had ordered Morsow to land the Zeppelin right in front of them. The maneuver was done easily and the Zeppeling managed a clear landing. Once it had touched the ground, crewmembers began to jump off and secure the perimeter while others were tieing the Zeppelin to the ground with various strong looking and probably also in reality very strong steel cables.

2 of the crewmen however jumped towards a nearby door in the Zeppelin and made haste to open it. It opened after some considerable efforts and with a very loud hiss. But in the doorway was only darkness and nothing to be seen. Well, only for a short time though. It didn`t take long for 2 small round green light sources to appear. And they were getting bigger and bigger. And it didn`t stay with only 2 green glowing lights. More could be made out behind and in the light a few shadowy contures could be seen moving towards the exit. And as they moved closer, the sound of breathing through air filtration systems also grew louder. Not like it was unusual though. All the crewmembers who had left the Zeppelin so far had all been wearing gas masks and made that noise.

But now finally the first figure appeared in the doorway and the light shone onto it. It was Haegler himself. He was in his usual uniform though most of it couldn`t be seen due to the black leather trenchcoat he was wearing. He wore the trademark Exilvanian Gas Mask with the green glowing visors. And then there was the usual stuff. Black jackboots as well as a blue peaked cap with a silver bat symbol at it`s front. It was also worth noting that his trenchcoat had the insignia of the ZZ on it`s collar as well as the symbol of the Iron Legion, nowadays only worn by the ZZ "Auslöschungskommanda" which was running the labour camps in the wasteland as well as doing most of the Arresting, Interrogating and Executing.

Behind him appeared more officers, easily recognized as those by their peaked caps. It is worth noting that they all had the insignia of the ZZ on the collars of their uniforms and their black trenchcoats. But not all had the Iron Legion Insignia. They all also seemed to not bear many arms. Aside from handguns and knives they were unarmed. The Exilvanian Delegation went straight to one SUV and because it was a rather small delegation they all fit into one SUV. Haegler had taken the time during the walk to the SUV as well as when the drive began, to take in his surroundings. He liked the fact that there were lots of security personnel. But what were they capable of? He really was rather interested in it. Whenever he saw a woman (if he ever actually sees one) in a military uniform though, his face took on an expression of disgust below his mask. The women in Exilvania are better used in the Industry. Be it the work in the factories or the "production" of new children.

And so they also reached the Friederike Adler Hotel and checked in. Once they reached their rooms, the first thing they did was to search every corner of the room for wiretaps. The fact that most of them had a lot of experience in this due to having a long history with wiretaps helped a lot.

Exilvania
Southern Exilvania
Lebensbezirk
Schreckensburg-Folterburg Highway

Once Dorr had jumped into the tank, the ZZ Reserve Officer began to tidy his uniform again. A Heer Soldier walked up to him and reported:

"Herr Major! We have managed to fend of the GEM attack. Casualties on our side were minimal."

The Major looked over the battlefield. A few mortar shells were still detonating in the area but apart from that all seemed quiet.

"Good. All went just as planned. Tell the choppers to attack the mortar positions now. They`ve served their purpose and we don`t need them anymore. Is the 5. Motorized Division in position?
And man, these Wikingers really seem to have a few anger issues. So rude."

"Jawohl Herr Major! Yes, the 5. Motorized Division has reached it`s positions. There is no escape for the GEM. They`re only waiting for your orders to advance. And of course they are. That one guy even stroke down Werner. Should we teach them a few lessons about manners in the dungeons of Festing Herzreißer?"

The Major let out a slight chuckle. Before sending the soldier off with his orders as well as the attack orders for the 5. Mot. Div. He then shouted up to the MG gunners of the G-14 Goliath that they should inform the drivers to get moving. The super heavy tank was already slow enough and it really was a waste of time to let him stay around here for much longer. And so it began it`s long way to the capital city of Schreckensburg, leaving the major and his men, the 5. Mot. Div and the GEM behind. In the distance the sound of a few machinecannons could be heard. The choppers had taken care of the mortars and now an eerier silence fell onto the battlefield.

Inside the G-14 Goliath, Dorr and his comrades would probably be astounded by the sheer size of the interior. It featured a small though functional command centre complete with maps as well as strong radios etc. However, the tank also felt rather empty. 3 MG gunners were on the outside of the tank while driver and co-driver were further down in the driver`s cabin. The gunners of the R55 turrets were in their respective turrets while the gunners and loaders of the Sarkol cannons were somewhere further up. A lonely ZZ guard was waiting for the delegation, telling them that they were safe here and that they would now move towards the Exilvanian Capital City of Schreckensburg. There the delegation would get some good old gas masks and then board a train into the infamous wastelands. Their final destination? Festung Herzreißer was to be the location where the meeting would be held and where they would wait for the Muchanian delegation to arrive.

Not long after Dorr had entered the tank, a hatch opened somewhere in the top of the tank and one of the MG gunners shouted through the tank that they should get moving. The driver heard it and soon after the engines were starting up and roaring before the tank slowly began to move.

[Nachfolgia]

-snip-

As the Nordland delegates walked to their designated convoy, a young red head walked up to intercept them. The woman's skin was as pale as snow and had faint freckles dotting her face. The seemingly innocent young woman wore a black SS uniform. Her epaulettes on her shoulders indicated a lieutenant equivalent rank. Like every Nachfolgian you see, the woman's uniform was in pristine condition, from her dress cap to her boots.

The woman was accompanied by several SS soldats in full combat gear. When the woman stopped in front of the Nordland delegation, the soldats formed two lines on either side of her and faced inwards. "[ Good afternoon, Jarl Yngvar Ragnvaldr. I am Untersturmfuhrur Siggi Magnusdottir. I will be your personal guide for the remainder of your time here in the Reich. I apologize if my accent is a little weird. I am from the eastern region of Nachfolgia, known as The Fjords, where the majority of the Nachfolgians are of Norse ancestory. If you prefer, I can speak in Norse. I'm fluent in both."] Siggi said with a smile.

" Now if you would follow me, we'll be taking you to the hotel, where you will be staying during your time here." Siggi said as she led the delegates to the convoy. Once the delegates were inside the armored SUVs, the convoy drove away from the airport. As the convoy took a predetermined route through the city, Siggi began telling her guests how great the Reich was.

" As you can see, Sturmgeistberg is a vibrant metropolis. There is barely any poverty, employment is at an all time high, and there is virtually no crime." Just a Siggi said that, the convoy drove by an adjacent street. Down the street, signs of a riot were clearly visible. Smoke clouded the area as minority groups clashed with the Reichspolizei. In a slit second as the convoy drove past, the Reichspolizei opened fire on the protesters, scattering the group.

" As I said before, absolutely no crime." Siggi said with a nervous laugh. The convoy eventually arrived at the Friederike Adler Hotel. The SS soldats exited first and formed two lines in front of the door. " This is the famous Friederike Adler Hotel. I will be picking you up at 0800 sharp to take you to th Reichstag. I hope you enjoy your stay." Siggi said with a smile.

The Nordland delegation exited the convoy and entered the hotel. Upon opening the door, the group walked into an elegant hotel hobby, exactly what you would expect from a five star hotel.

"[ Ah! Welcome esteemed guests to the luxurious Friderike Adler Hotel!]" A woman with grey hair said with excitment. The front desk was flanked by two large, heavily armed guards carrying the Rheinmetall MG 3.

"[ I am the proprietor of this hotel, Frau Freiderike Adler. I apologize for the excessive amount of security in my hotel. Obersterfuhrurin's orders. Your delegation will be staying on the fourth floor, a floor exclusively for you. It also comes with complementary room service. Please enjoy your stay at the Friederike Adler Hotel.]" The woman said as she handed her the delegate's room key.

-snip-.

As the giant zepplin landed on the runway and it's occupants departed, a strange man wearing a respirator walked up followed by a group of guards. Parts of the man's face that was visible was covered in severe burns. Every time the man breathed, a wheezing sound emanated from the medical device. His entire appearance screamed sinister.

"[ Good afternoon, Herr Haegler. My name is Hauptsturmfuhrur Heinrich Krieger. I will be your guide here in the Reich. Follow me.]" The man said coldly as he walked away. The delegates entered the vehicles and the convoy quickly drove away.

As security measures, the convoy took a completely different route to the hotel. During the drive, Heinrich didn't say a word the entire time, staring at his foreign guest. After some time, the man finally broke the silence.

"[ I've noticed something about you, Herr Haegler. Every time we drive past female Nachfolgians in Wehrmacht uniforms, you turn your head slightly towards them. Even though I can't see your eyes, I know that you are looking at them. You have something against the Fraus in uniform?" Heinrich said angrily.

In a few minutes time, the convoy arrived at the hotel. The delegation quickly exited the vehicles and walked inside, only to be greeted by the hotel owner."[ Welcome to the Friederike Alder Hotel, owned by me, Friederike Adler! The other delegates have already arrived. You all will be staying on the fifth floor, an entire floor reserved for you. Enjoy your stay at the lustrous Friederike Adler Hotel!]" Friderike said in an unnaturally cheery tone.

[Muchania]

April 4th, 2016

International Airspace over Open Waters, 1:02 PM

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--"Marschal Heidrich, we will be approaching the target within the next thirty minutes." The airbus pilot says over his shoulder.

--"Excellent, please inform me when you make visual contact with the Exilvanian landmass."

--"Roger that, our eyes are peeled."

--"I believe our beloved Kommandant is a little brain-scrambled currently." Marschal Josef chuckles, steadying the stack of file cases on his lap as they sway with the turbulence.

--"He just wants to make sure we have everything we need, even if his efforts are a little.........extreme." Heidrich assures.

--"It is better to be safe than sorry, I suppose. I don't see why I have to be the one to lug all these damn folders though!"

Marschal Josef von Schliech, Reichsmarschall of the Luftfahrtkräfte, is the youngest of the four, aged just a few years below Geoffrey. Josef is a baby-faced, lanky, and tall man, befitting of his egotism, arrogance, and relative lightheartedness. He removes his pilot's scarf to pat the sweat away from the collar of his sky blue and white-embroidered uniform; as they approach their destination, the air, even in the safety of the pressurized cabin, begins to thicken uncomfortably and with a faint unpleasant odor.

--"My friend, it is simply because you are the youngest and most annoying out of anyone present on this airbus. You know he would not have gone to such lengths if he did not firmly believe in his heart that it was absolutely necessary." Marschal Georg defends as he inspects some foreign particulate matter on the visor of his peaked Seestreitkräfte cap.

--"He is quite right, you know." Scoffs Marschal Franz-Adlar, a thickly-bearded gruff and robust man without the slightest clue of what 'professionalism' means, " Wilhelm knows that if you had not proven your worth as an Krähe-10 Ace early on when you were sucked up by the Luftfahrtkräfte, you surely would NOT be its Reichsmarschall today."

--"Oh please!" Josef sings. "We both know that there are extenuating circumstances that apply when promoting to Riechsmarshall beyond our raw talent in our respective service branches. My amazing skill had nothing to do with it."

--"Maybe not!" Franz-Adlar bursts into laughter. "But-but-but I am one hundred percent certain that your fellatio skills did!"

The two squads of twenty B.I.E operators further down the cabin chuckle and joke about their superior's banter.

--"Why the nerve! I do not have to sit here and listen to this rubbish!"

--"That's enough out of both of you." Heidrich snaps.

--"Actually, you do. We are currently suspended thousands of feet in the air." Georg includes factually.

A few of the operators begin to clear their throats, followed by pervasive coughing.

"Does anyone have any idea what interest our Kommandant has in an alliance with these people called 'Exilvanians'?" Franz-Adlar asks as he struggles to unfasten the last couple buttons of his brown Heimatfrontschutz uniform top and fans his undershirt.

"I believe he wishes to attempt to maximize his potential with the new-found alliance he has constructed with Wiking Nordland, and wishes to build trust among their allies beyond the scope of the 'by association' military agreement we have with Exilvania currently." Georg hypothesizes.

"That is exactly correct....." Heidrich's train of thought is completely derailed. ".....Oh God......Good Lord! What is that awful smell? Does anybody else smell that?"

The coughing that plagues the B.I.E operators then spreads to Josef, who finds difficulty keeping the cases secure while he hacks into his scarf. Franz-Adlar and Georg place their caps over their faces to protect themselves from whatever plagues the airbus. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" They exclaim panicked in unison. Several B.I.E operators begin to clamor among themselves as one by one they fall victim to the coughing. Some take the initiative and begin fitting their faces with their UFS gas masks.The sky begins to lose it blue brilliance and descends into a murky yellow-green hue reminiscent of nuclear waste materials.

"Marschal Heidrich! We are in visual range of Exilvania. I don't know what's happening right now, but the atmospheric sensors in this thing are completely bugging out. Near the drop hatch there is a container that should have some spare masks inside. Grab them!"

Heidrich stumbles to the back of the plane, he turns to the operators still choking and coughing. "Put on YOUR MASKS you imbeciles!" He lifts the lid to the container and grabs a mask for himself first, then for the other Reichsmarshalls. "Here, put this on." he instructs.

He assumes his footing near the nose of the plane, firmly gripping the pilots shoulder and providing him with one of the two masks allocated for the air crew. The land before them is not befitting of any malicious or uncleanly word in human language. Brown, black, festering with pollution and waste; as the air bus draws closer to the nation, particulate matter seeps into the small open crevices of the plane and begin to float about the cabin. The plane's altitude had dropped significantly, but even at this lessened height, no vegetation or perceived ecosystems can be identified. Over the center of the large island hover several ominous looking clouds that look rife with storms.

"Sir, I am going to scan the coast while I try to find an Air Tower somewhere on this Hellish rock. In the meantime I will play the Permission message on the Universal Frequency; hopefully they pick it up before we accidentally get blown out of the sky."

The message consists of a loop of the following:

"Attention fellow Nazi European nation; this vessel contains high-ranking officials from the Imperial German Domain of Muchania; we request that you permit us to land immediately."

followed by Muchania's National Anthem, Drei Lilien-Im Grünen Wald, all broadcast at an audible 120 decibels.
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International Airspace over Open Waters, 1:02 PM

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Geoffrey stares blankly out the window of his airbus contemplating his next course of actions. The squad of B.I.E operators sitting around him clamor while checking their equipment and acquire sight pictures with their KGM-6 rifles on the red emergency light at the back of the plane. Not even a full day away from Muchania and Geoffrey is already riddled with home sickness. He hopes his distraught demeanor does not give the wrong impression to his hostess or other world leaders; as is usual when the Kommandant is alone with his thoughts for too long, he begins to brood very negatively. This is generally common with people who suffer from low self esteem and depression, among other maladies, but Herr Kommandant is a special case.

While drifting off in thought again, Geoffrey is jarred back to reality; a young B.I.E Obersoldat taps Herr Kommandant's shoulder. He is caught off guard by the dreary expression on Geoffrey's face, who in return is caught off guard by how nervous and twitchy the young man is.

--"E-ex-cuse me, mein Kommandant. I would like to talk to you for a moment."

--"Of course. What is your name, son?"

--"Archibald, sir."

--"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Archibald," Geoffrey briefly shakes his hand fitted in a black injection-molded hard knuckle glove. "What is it that you wish to talk to me about?"

--"Are--are you familiar with how our service rifles work, sir?"

--"Well I would think so; I did oversee its conception, after all."

--"While I was inserting the magazine before we boarded the plane, I had a failure to feed properly and now the charging handle is too hard for me to pull back and the magazine is stuck. I was too afraid to ask my CO for help so I thought I'd ask you.....if that's okay, Herr Kommandant."

Geoffrey sighs and pats the Obersoldat shoulder comfortingly "Child, you need not be so coy with me; though I faced the same hardships as you did when I served in the Schwer-Fußtruppe, I did not let them define me. You must relax; I understand perfectly what it is like to be constantly high-strung and it is not fun at all. Keeping a steady chin and emotionless face is important, especially in the face of foreign diplomats, do you understand?"

--"Jawol mein Kommandant, I will work on relaxing. Now my rifle?"

--"Yes your rifle! give me this thing for a minute," Geoffrey makes sure to face the rear of the plane in the event of an accidental discharge. He thumbs the magazine release, to no avail. The charging handle provides a little leeway, but still very resistant. He manages to pull it back enough to discover the root of the problem. Geoffrey bursts into hearty belly laughter at the ridiculous malfunction.

He wipes the tears of comedy away from his tired eyes. "Oh, son, you must have really jammed that magazine hard into the mag well. You did it with so much force, that the first round dislodged out of the magazine, and got wedged between the feed lips and the extractor!" Geoffrey rests his head on the back of his seat and laughs uncontrollably for several minutes.

Herr Kommandant takes a moment to catch his breath and compose himself. "Please understand I am not laughing at you, Archibald; it is just I have never seen something like this before in my life. Oww! My sides and my stomach hurt. I have not laughed like that in many many months. Thank you, you have done me a great deed today by lifting my spirits."

--"I am glad to have helped you, but, how do we fix my malfunction?"

--"What I am going to do is put the butt of the rifle in my seat and pull the charging handle down with everything I have. And before my grip slips and we send a 7.5 Swiss flying through the roof of this airbus, you are going to very carefully work it out with the tip of your UMS knife, without damaging the extractor. Okay?"

The charging handle was near impossible to retain at full recoil for long. While bracing the handguard, Archibald delicately slides the 'tanto' tip of his service knife into the chamber, slowly rocking the cartridge up and down from the side of the case. Before long Geoffrey's plan of action proved useful and the loose cartridge fell to the rear of the receiver. Geoffrey removes the cartridge and dangles it in front of the young man, showing him the scratch on the case from the extractor.

--"I am going to keep this as a memento!---" Geoffrey's attention was drawn to the airbus pilot who informed him that they would be entering Nachtfolgian airspace soon. Upon this, Geoffrey commences the playing of the Permission message on the Universal Frequency.

The message consists of a loop of the following:

"Attention fellow Nazi European nation; this vessel contains high-ranking officials from the Imperial German Domain of Muchania; we request that you permit us to land immediately."

followed by Muchania's National Anthem, Drei Lilien-Im Grünen Wald, all broadcast at an audible 120 decibels.

[Of Leben]

Skies Above the Nachafolgian coast


A relatively non-descript Boeing 777 with a single yellow stripe that runs the length of the fuselage flies above the ocean approaching the Nachafolgian coast. On board, are 4 pilots, 4 radiomen, 6 radarmen, 12 security agents, 1 chef and his cooks, 6 maids, and 4 very important people. The Chancellor of Of Leben Ricardo Aléman, his Chief of Staff Eduardo De la Torre, Karl Steitz speaker of the Assembly, and Adelaida Spyri, head of the department of the interior had all come to attend the summit that Of Leben was invited to attend. As the standard entourage that the Chancellor was accompanied by on foreign trips, they had prepared themselves accordingly for one of the first time they had met with many global leaders at once since 1962, when they finally ended their war with a defeat of communists and finalized the final treaty.

Feeling confident, Ricardo Aleman and his staff were practically chomping at the bit to land. They were excited for the trip and they showed it. Adelaida, a cheerful woman, of just 35, had black, short hair and wore a red stylish trenchcoat with padded Furr interior. She could hardly contain the smile on her face as they approached the coast. Although clouds obstructed the view of the ground (they were flying at 35 thousand feet after all) radar had detected land and had informed the passengers that they would arrive in less than an hour.

De la a Torre, the head of defense was not as enthusiastic as his colleague. Torres was an old dog that had seen many things. He had been at the head of the military De Facto on the field many times, winning battles in the Triparte wars and Caramel wars of the 1980's. However, he was glad to be using a pen instead of a sword this time, as he wanted to see the inside of another NE nation without having to see it from the monitor of a UAV. Despite his seeming pleasure from attending the trip, he was always uneasy. He always mistrusted the militaristic undemocratic nations of NE, even when they called themselves his allies. Despite this, he could not help to feel an odd surge of joy in his heart when he heard that they would be arriving soon.

Karl and Aleman were sleeping soundly in their respective beds to gain some rest. Both felt some pressure on this meeting and decided they should go to sleep early. The previous evening before their departure, they had both done important things for the nation the previous day. But, both were woken up to get ready, as the jet was getting ready to land. They had scheduled the flight early and they knew Of Leben was coming. After a final permission to land was given, they had arrived to their destination. All aboard the plane readied themselves to exit. Ricardo put on his favorite brown Double breasted suit and slacks with a black tie. His staff prepared themselves too in their formal uniforms and attire to walk outside. The maids, servants chefs, all walked out first in their formal attire and were greeted by Nachfolgian guards. 4 guards were assigned to escort them to the SUV's. Finally, Ricardo Aleman himself walked out of the plane and gave a Roman Salute to all who were waiting outside. He received a SIEG HEIL from all of the guards outside. Then his staff and invited guests-the speaker, the head of defense, and the head of the interior all walked out and stood next to Aleman on the runway. The guards then escorted Ricardo Aleman to the SUV's.

Diplomacy

Yesterday at 4:34 PM, Ricardo Aleman signed the Volk Leben Agreement, promising aid to one another in case one was attacked and opened up each others markets from tariffs, allowing for full free trade. The Chancellor is confident in this partnership and hopes for a prosperous future for both nations. The decision was ratified on May 3rd, and the negotiations had been in planning for weeks, but the treaty was to be beneficial to both nations. Although Freikorp troops could not be forced to join Volkgard, a mutual defense pact was signed to compensate for the lack of any volunteers. Naval exercises had already been schedules the next week, and future agreements are pending. Three huzzahs for Of Leben!

[Remnants of Exilvania]

Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor

Nachfolgia
Friederike Adler Hotel

Once they had seen all their rooms, Haegler decided to quickly get back to the hotel owner and maybe also talk to the puny villain that this Heinrich wanted to be. They of course hadn`t found wiretaps but Haegler was sure that there were atleast a few. But well, if you have the time to prepare then it usually is almost impossible to find these kinds of things. The rest of the delegates though stayed in the apartment he had chosen. Well, they didn`t directly stay THERE. They all didn`t waste any time and went to work, work which consisted of carrying the needed beds from the entire floor into various parts of Haegler`s apartment.

Haegler on the other hand had finally reached the reception and knocked there to get the attention of the hotel owner. Once she took the time to get over to him he bowed down deeply before saying:

"Werte Frau, I hope you don`t mind if we were to stay all in one of the apartments. You don`t need to bring any additional beds. My delegates can get them by themselves.

Now, what about the theatre you`re putting up in front of me?

I`m sorry but you can`t fool someone who has been working in the fields of deceit and manipulation as long as me that easily. What is it that you`d truly like to show towards me?
Do you want to spit at me?
Do you want to kiss me?
Do you want to cower away in fear?

Sooo many possibilities. And I`m sure there are countless more. Wouldn`t you like to give me the solution to this little riddle? I think that wild assumptions of mine really aren`t something you`d want to have."

While talking, Haegler was motioning Krieger, in case he was around, to come closer. Once he`d be there Haegler would turn slightly to face him too.

"Hauptsturmfuhrur Krieger! How good to see you!

Don`t think I forget your question. There just were more pressing matters than it. But let me answer it to you. Even though it is unusual for me to see them in uniform, I can`t deny that they are looking incredibly good. Uniforms and women really fit together. Maybe I should introduce a little different uniforms to my workers in the industry. Uniforms that actually look like uniforms and not like I just robbed the laundry trolley on his way from the prison to the laundry.

But if we are playing the question game already Herr Krieger, why not let me ask too?
What Browser game did you play to get this appearance?

Hahaha

Kidding of course. Real question of mine is though, do you need the respirator?"

Exilvania
Der Lebensbezirk
Schreckensburg
Schreckensburg Hauptbahnhof

The G-14 Goliath tank came to a halt and only seconds after the exit was opened and moonlight shone into the tank. It was night and the city of Schreckensburg presented itself in front of the delegation in all it`s gothic glory and chaos. It literally looked like there was no plan to this city. Something hardly believeable for Exilvania. There where deep abysses leading right into the sewers right next to towers touching the sky. Bridges span over the abysses everywhere or just about any section lower than them. And there really was no set height. The city just had sections on all heights. It looked a lot as if someone had decided to just pile up the cathedrol of cologne again and again and again.

But in front of the Wiking Nordland was now atleast a large square right in front of a building which could only be described as massive trainstation. And again the place was crowded with guards. Though by far not as many as there had been on the Highway. Not far away from the delegates a large transport chopper was beginning to land. Once it did and it`s doors opened, the Muchanian delegation could exit the vehicle.

They had a rough way after them. After they had begun sending their messages they had been greeted by dispatched Exilvanian Interceptors which escorted them to the coast of the Lebensbezirk where the Muchanian plane was made to land. However, once the Muchanians exited and the present Exilvanian forces noticed the masks and coughing, they were immediately held at gun point and forced to stay put untill a medical examination had been completed. Luckily for the delegation, it looked like none of them had contracted the extremely nasty wasteland lung cancer.

It had been only then that the Exilvanians had shoved them into a readied Gu-52 Zeppelitz transport to get them to Schreckensburg Hauptbahnhof just in time to meet up with the Wiking Nordland Delegation.

Once both delegations had been assembled, a lonely ZZ soldier stepped in front of them, holding a Präzisionsgewehr Heckschütz lazily in his arms.

"Listen up my dear delegates!

I`m the ZZ Reserve Scharfschütze 360noscope Dickshot Kopfschuss! The first one laughing gets his leg blown off is this understood!?!

Now, I am to act as your guide and bodyguard for the next few days which we will spend together. Well, okay, I`m of course not the only bodyguard. You have the whole Sektion Süd to act as bodyguards.

Now, the Muchanians have already made some unpleasant experiences with what our wasteland has to offer. Now we will travel right there. Which is why we have made some preparations to ensure that your health stays untouched."

With that he pointed at a crate standing behind him. It was filled with Exilvanian gas masks. And Exilvanian Gas masks had always been something special. They usually covered the whole head and were closed around the neck. They were of great quality, permitting a good vision and even having night vision integrated into the visors if needed. And of course a superb air filtration system.

"Now, when you have taken those masks please be soo good to follow me. We`ll get you onto a train and deep into the wasteland."

Once they had taken the masks and put them on they were led into the train station. There they saw a long long train standing ready. And an awful lot of people in prison like uniforms constantly running around and lifting great crates onto it. They were being watched by the merciless and cold visors of ZZ Wachtmeister. But that wasn`t for the delegation. One of the workers stumbled over his feet, resulting in a crate flying through the air and breaking on impact, scattering it`s content all over the floor. The last the delegates saw if they looked that way, before they were hauled into a special looking train waggon, was one of the Wachtmeister taking out a pair of handcuffs.

Now, the waggon in which they delegates and Kopfschuss now where was very luxuriously furnished. Well made wooden tables and padded armchairs and couches. Not to mention the minibar in one corner of the waggon. Not to forget that the waggon was airtight but also featured windows which would make it possible to take a look at the city when the`d leave the train station or later to see the wasteland or the ruined and recently slightly repaired Vladstag. The waggon also featured a spiral staircase going up to the top of the waggon, from which the delegates could have a great 360 degree point of view of their surroundings.

With a loud hiss the train went into motion and slowly left the train station, picking up more speed with every moment. The journey towards Festung Herzreißer had begun.