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To stave of Apocalypse through Offensive Planning (E.L.C MT)

A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]
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To stave of Apocalypse through Offensive Planning (E.L.C MT)

Postby Abruzi » Fri Dec 31, 2010 10:59 am

The world was a dangerous place, power blocs towered over the earth and daily atomic apocalypse threatened humanity with extinction. Genocide and merciless combat had been a hallmark of the Great Patriotic War, millions of Soviets and Nazis had over the course of war paid the price of this callous approach to warfare. In the East, Amerikans fought the inhuman Japanese, savagery tempered by centuries of martial tradition unleashed against well motivated and supplied westerners.

The slaughter was ended only by the dropping of the atomic bomb on Kyoto. This great act fueled an arms race that would last forever it seemed. Atomic weapons were quickly amassed by the United States which held the Atomic monopoly until 1950. Then, Soviet scientists perfected their own Atomic Bomb which was quickly mass produced in the Union of Soviet Republics. Any sane nation quickly saw the danger here, opposing power blocs having the power to ravage the world with Atomic Fire.

Quickly, the Union and the United States commenced to setting a date for a grand meeting, one that would establish the rules of war and hopefully stave off atomic holocaust for one more day. Yet even here the Neo Bolshevist State plotted, their innocent intentions were nothing but innocent. The State would simultaneously move their forces toward the Western Border in order to re-establish Soviet Hegemony over Eastern Europe.

While the world sat and negotiated, the Red Army would stream across the border and crush any resistance in the Eastern Republics. The Neo Bolshevist State needed a pillow between them and the hated Western World, the German swine that oh so recently had ravaged the Motherland. There were plans for them, oh yes. General Zhukov and his preserved Third Shock Army would move to secure Western Poland to provoke the Germans, allowing the Soviets to deal them a body blow by taking the ruins of Berlin again.

Another war with the German swine was however small time game compared to the new enemy of the Soviets. Amerika, the very definition of a Western Imperialist Nation loomed. Their power proven in the Great Patriotic War. This move to secure Eastern Europe would be synchronized with a move to place Nuclear Bomber Aircraft in Magadan Oblast where they would then take off and fly along the border of the United States for ten minutes. These early heavy bombers would carry one atomic bomb and ten thousand pounds worth of normal bombs, a test to determine if the Amerikans were as paranoid as KGB made them out to be.

All this was organized while the meeting was arranged. To facilitate this meeting, a communiqué was broadcast on every known diplomatic channel as well as most international radio frequencies (there were only 4 at the time).

To: Our fellow nations of the world
From: The Land of Socialism and Eternal Bliss, the Union of Soviet Republics
Encryption Level: 0 (open letter)
Thought for the Day:A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron.


Greetings,

There is to be a diplomatic summit in Utopia city, capital of the Revolution and the Union of Soviet Republics. We request that all civilized nations attend this summit as it will bode well for the world if agreements can be made.

Very Respectfully,
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Postby Greater-Prussia » Fri Dec 31, 2010 11:31 am

Königsberg - The Pruessen Kaiserreich
1951


The Prussians were world-weary, drown out and scattered; divided against the onslaught set against them. They leered with careful eyes toward those they had once called brother, those who had so decided to turn their swords upon their own kinsmen, putting millions to the flame. The Soviets called this The Great Patriotic War; The Amerikans called it The Second World War, The Han called it the Sino-Japanese War. The Germans called it nothing; they did their utmost to hide their history, forget it and not learn from it. The Prussians called it what it was; The Treason.

Family against family, brother to brother, cousins selling one another out; neighbors spying on one another. The Horror that the German 'Republic' had wrought on the world was not so swiftly forgotten here; where time stood still. They remembered how millions burned at the hands of their so called brothers. How the Amerikans bathed the innocent in fire; so that the military of those people would surrender.

They had placed hundreds of thousands to the sword in an instant! Yet the evil ones were the Union of Soviet Republics? No! They were both wrong! They were both evil! Because the Prussians remembered! They remembered what the Soviets did as well! How they marched through Poland and Germany and if you fought you died! If you surrendered you died! How all you could do was flee for your lives if you so desired any form of 'victory'! Because they did not forget so willingly as the World had!

Both of the so called 'good' and 'evil' powers? They were both vile! The machinations of politicians given life and at what cost? The cost of millions!

Once, the Prussians had ruled all the world nearly; from Germany to the Ukraine was theirs; and they remembered this best, because though there was blood? They NEVER slaughtered the innocent, they did not put those undeserving to the sword like these COWARDS that called themselves Liberators!
But that was the past; the past was dead, the future was coming.

Kaiser Wilhelm Hohenzollern III reflected on these points as he listened to the radio, the only modern animinaty within the Prussian Empire that everyone could enjoy. "They are planning something." The Kaiser said bluntly to his Chancellor who nodded severely. "What makes you think this, Herr Kaiser?" The other man responded thusly.

The Kaiser sighed and shook his head looking out to the streets of Königsberg. "My intuition; there is a storm coming once more, peace which was now so finally grasped will be destroyed. These so called liberators will come again, and this line will not hold against them this time."

"You've little faith, Herr Kaiser." The Chancellor said; the Kaiser did not respond immediately preferring when his subjects spoke their mind.

"I have no reason to have Faith, Herr Chancellor. I have seen the horrors of war; I have seen the madness that drives men to battle, what lengths they go to to destroy. Faith did not protect those in Dresden when the Amerikans bombarded it with their unholy fire; to make an example; to tell the world 'If you fight back any longer, your women will die, your children will die, you will all die'." "Faith did not protect the Japanese when they were incinerated beneath the Wrath of God harvested by the Hand of Man. Faith did not hold the lines at Mecklenburg, Faith did not hold the lines here, before this very building when the Traitors came with their mad vision." The Kaiser sighed dejectedly.

"Faith is dying; loyalty is no longer the measured currency; currency is. Anything for their almighty marcs, anything for their almighty ideology. The world may suffer and burn beneath them, but they do not care...There is a storm coming, Herr Chancellor; mark my words."
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Postby Dreieinig Reichstaat » Fri Dec 31, 2010 2:22 pm

Palace of the Triarchs
Windhuk, Dreieinig Reichstaat
1951


"Peace?" Konig Matthias Hohenzollern said. "This proposal is not about peace, it is about Fear!" Grand Chieftain Nkema looked over at his fellow Triarch. "Why do you say fear, Matthias? It seems to me that this represents a way to possibly prevent war... war that nowadays could amount to annihilation from these... What did you call them?" turning to the third of the Triarchs. The third Triarch, Technocrat Prime Lindau, merely said "Nuclear fission weapons" before going back to a stack of papers he was reading. He then closed the folder.

Konig Matthias looked at the other two. "Gentlemen, I call this an excercise in fear because peace will only be desired out of the fear of not being consumed in nuclear fire... It is an enforced peace. Yes, I realise that applies to most peace throughout history, but in this case it is different. The Amerikians and the damned Communists have the ability to potentially end all life on this planet." Looking around carefully at his fellow Triarchs, Matthias continued. "We could work towards building our own nuclear weapons... we certainly have the uranium. But that thought does not appeal to me, I do not wish us to become a power of death. If only there was some method of defense against these weapons. Traditionally in history, the development of a new weapon has always prompted the development of a new defense."

At this Lindau smiled, and presented the folder he was reading to Konig Matthias. The folder had the words "Spektraler Regenbogen" and OMEGA CLEARANCE written on the cover. "This I believe could be what you look for Konig. It is still largely theoretical. Will take years, perhaps even decades to develop into a working system... But we could have our answer here."

Matthias slowly looked through the sheets in the folder. Most consisted of extremely high level physics equations. "I can follow very little of this, Herr Lindau... but it does seem to show some promise. I believe we should start research and feasabilty studies." Matthias then passed the folder over to Nkema
before continuing to speak. "On the original matter, this conference. We should send a delgate. If anything to keep up with the state of diplomatic affairs in the world." The other two nodded in affirmation. At this point, Grand Chieftain Nkema looked up from where he was reading the Spektraler Regenbogen files. "Technocrat Prime, I did studies of physics at several univeristies, though it was not my major field of study... and this theory, it..." Staring into the eyes of the Technocrat prime, Nkema said with a soft voice. "Logical extensions of this theory could potntially result in the development of a weapon that is more... horrific then the nuclear bomb! Is this what we want to bring into the world?"

Lindau mearly shrugged. Konig Matthias said "My friend, one needs to always remember several things. The first is that good feelings and desires for peace have never brought peace. POWER is what has brought peace. The second is what the Prime Minister of the British Empire said. 'England has neither permanent allies or permanent enmies...only permanent interests'. People change, nations change. They must either adapt or fall. We shall adapt, we shall prosper! For now though, let us begin our researches. And as far as nuclear energy, we should certainly move at full speed to develop it for power. Electricity is something that we shall need more and more, and our supplies of fossil fuels are scarce. Nuclear reactors will give us independence from foreign sources of power. And will also be vital if our little research project ever moves from theory into hardware."

Matthias then pressed a button on his telephone, and picked up the handset. After a few seconds, the Ministry of State came on the line. "This is Konig Matthias. The Council of Triarchs has just made our decision to send and ambassador to this meeting the Communists are having in 'Utopia City" I would recommend the Minister of State himself. I would go, but quite frankly we need someone who shows a more...open outlook, at least publically."

At the Ministry of State, Minister Kevin Andrews was working in the office when his secretary walked in. "Minister? It's the Triach Council on Line 1." before walking back into the reception area. Picking up the telephone, he simply said "How can I help you, Konig Matthias?" Listening for a while, occasionally nodding, Andrews said "Of course I am willing, Triach. I will begin gathering my staff. When ready we will head to the airport. I will give you a call from there." Switching lines, Andrews started placing calls to his staff and other attendednts, and to the Ministry of Security.

This should be exciting, maybe even interesting. Hopefully not in the Chinese sense... he thought.

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Postby Comorostan » Sat Jan 01, 2011 11:29 pm

The Red House
Tehran, Comorostan

The Supreme Worker’s Executive Committee sat in their meeting room, waiting for the arrival of the Supreme Comrade. Before them lay a transcript of the Soviet message, as well as other briefing papers.

Finally, Sergei Farrishnikov entered, guarded as always by two handpicked members of the Revolutionary Guard. Everyone sat up straight and subconsciously smoothed out clothing. It did not pay to be sloppy in front of the Chairman unless you had good reason to be.

“Gentlemen,” Sergei said as he sat down. “You have read the Soviet message. At this moment, I am inclined to send Alexi to attend. However, I desire your opinions.”

The members of the Council gave their takes on the situation, all agreeing with Sergei. There were a multitude of reasons: better relations with their northern neighbor, a chance to make the new socialist Comorostan look good, a bit of information on the major powers, and possibly a chance to press Comorostani interests.

It was necessary, everyone agreed, to insure Comorostan put on its nicest face for this meeting. The previous regime, under the Shah, had not been popular with the world: it had only been through the revolution that Comorostan had avoided joining the Axis. Even now, the initial purges continued, as the armed forces, government, and other institutions were cleansed of those deemed dangerous or unreliable. Angering the West right now would be bad, especially if Amerika deemed the state worthy of “liberation.”

And so it was that a polite reply was sent to the USR, confirming that Alexi Danilov, the Secretary General of the National Assembly and the head of government, would be attending the meeting, along with his staff. This was the Socialist Worker’s Republic’s first major event on the world stage; any slipups by Alexi would not be tolerated.
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Postby Nationalist Germans » Wed Jan 05, 2011 9:04 pm

"If there ever was a truly horrible representation of democracy. You need not look farther than to us. We created the worst monster in human history..." - German Scholar, circa 1950

Berlin - The Nationalist Republic of Germany
1950


The Reichstag, which was still in the process of being repaired from it's damages in the Second World War, was in session none the less. Delegates and Lord-Governors speaking in-between the beating of hammers and the sound of tooling.

In a world; that horrid consequence of a desperate people had left Germany...Crippled. Burnt. Destroyed. Looking for salvation they had found only death wrought among them; and evil done unto their neighbors at their own hand. They no longer associated with their brothers in Prussia, they had cold relations with the Amerikans, and notorious hatred of the Soviets.

A small, under equipped Heer with late-war weapons was barely maintained, the Amerikans and the French kept an ever so close eye on the Germans; and the Prussians looked at them with loathing, bayonets pointed at Berlin. "We have sown the fields of the world with fear." The President of Germany sat atop the grand assembly; the raised point over looking the assembly floor filled with the rows of long benches with the delegates.

"They watch us with paranoia, and fear. Because we; the desperate turned to a monster to provide us with what we needed. As consequence. They have risen up a greater evil than we were. I will not deny, we were evil; we were the embodiment of darkness." He drew a long breath. "It has been a year since our repulsion of the Soviets; now I hear they are staging a meeting in 'Utopia'. This making of peace; is a veil even if no one else sees it. I see it; a veil of lies and conspiracy. Their war machines will roll over Europe like they did before; and all before them shall fall; if they dare to stand in the first place."

The Politicians decried the President; no one would desire conflict so soon after another, and with Viet Mai in South-East Asia, no doubt? The Amerikans and the Soviets were already busy getting ready to fight one another. Perhaps, the Soviets would...Leave Europe Alone.

"If you do not listen to me now! Then Europe will suffer under the oppressive grip of the Red Banner! Neo-Bolshevikism will infect our lands and our people will know the same horror they knew a mere year ago!" The blind are ignorant, and ignorance is bliss...No?

"I call upon this assembly to prepare the Heer; just in case I am right; believe me I would be glad if I am wrong! But I would rather to be prepared than to sit idle while the enemy prepares to seize the free and turn them to slaves! The world must not suffer under tyranny again, we once were the instrument of evil; I call upon you to let us be the instrument of light, let us stand before these Soviet monsters and shield Europe from their Communist evil!"

It took many more hours of argument, but in the end the President was able to get his way, preparations of the Heer in quite, careful not to attract the attention of any others as best they could. They also sent a short message to the Soviets; that they would attend the assembly in Utopia and they were to expect their Ambassador in a few days time.
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Postby Amerikians » Sun Jan 09, 2011 12:50 am

"In fairness, it was out of desperation to save your children from starving." - Amerikan Scholar in that conversation - circa 1950

The United States of Amerika
The Presidential Palace - Baltimore, Maryland
January 9th 1951


The Palace of Freedom, that's what they started calling it at some point. They weren't sure when the entomology of the term came into existence but here it was. It consumed seven city blocks in every direction; massive beyond belief and dwarfed only by the Pentagon here is here the most powerful men and women in the world convened, and where The Leader Of The Free World made the decisions that spared; or ended, millions of lives every day.

Senate was in session today, both houses prattled on about the preservation of order, the audacity of some people never seemed to amaze the President, Harold Johnson the very man who had watched as the President he succeeded ordered the deaths of four hundred thousand innocent people in an instant.

Yet these people had the gall to speak of Order as though it were indeed an incorruptible force. He had just sent twelve hundred men to the Hell that was going to become Viet Mai, he had that feeling it would not end with the peaceful co-existence of two Viet Mais. "Gentlemen!" The President stood up over the hall of the Senate and his voice boomed with the power of Kings and Emperors.

"We are the United States of Amerika!" He spoke sternly. "This bickering must come to an end, this will not do if the Soviets and their foul machinations make a move in Asia or in Europe! It will not do if someone has the audacity to touch our sacred soil or the soil of another nation! It would not do if here, the Paladin of the World was caught with a chink in it's armor!" He said as he leered at the politicians who had gone silent.

"The Soviets are organizing a meeting in Moscow, what they have wrongly renamed Utopia." He began pointedly. "The Secretary of State is a busy man and has asked our opinion on the appointment of an ambassador; we are as well here to discuss Viet Mai and The Situation in Prussia. What say us?"

The Speaker of the House stood up then and approached a microphone on the floor. "Mister President, I believe we can all agree this is frankly, bullshit." The Speaker spoke bluntly, no need to cover it with sugar. "The Soviets care about the world as much as a Prussian knows about money."

"We're at a standstill here honestly, Mister President." The Speaker continued. "The Soviets say they want to talk but we all here in attendance know that they've got something up their sleeve." The man had a convincing point as he spoke indeed.

"All the same we must make a presence."

"Indeed we must Mister President. You may inform the Secretary of State that this Congress stands by him and his ambassador and should something happen to him or her; action will be taken accordingly. None harm Amerikan Citizens and go unmolested."

"Indeed..."


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Communique of the United States of Amerika


To Whom It May Concern:

The convention in Moscow will be attended by a Representative of the United States of Amerika and her provinces. We await the meeting with abated breath.

Sincerely,
Charles Martel - Secretary of State, The United States of Amerika
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Postby Yanitza » Mon Jan 10, 2011 4:08 pm

Wild life reserve, outside of Almeria, United Socialist States of Spain

Watch the Lioness. Watch how she quietly stalks her unwary prey, moving ever so quite like a mouse, her muscles reippling beneath her skin. You can almost see the tension building up in her legs as she continues to watch her happless prey.

The flock of sheep continue to eat, happily unaware of the danger just behind the large screen of grass. That is untill one was a little to adventrous and staryed away from the herd. Then it noticed large movment in the grass. Giving a soft bleat the sheep moves back but it is already to late, the Liness pounces along with afew other of her pack. Her outstretched claws grab onto the sheep as she tackles it to the ground.

At this point Marco looks away, unable to see the final moments. He had seen enough bloodshed during the civil war, he didn't need to see more. Some of the gethered people also had the same reaction, others eagerly watched, others looked as if this was a complete waste of time.

Back in the days of the King, a program had been started to bring back the Iberian lions which had once inhabited Spain (3000 years ago). Many of these eclosures had been destroyed but not this one. Lord Protector Andreas De Orendes, had decided to keep it, as a hobby. The Lord Protector turned away from the window and looked at Marco, motioning to come closer.

He then said ''Marco, do you know why I have called you here?''

''No sir''

Looking at the guards sorounding the Lord Protector, Marco sincerely hoped it wasn't for the reason that was nagging at the back of his head.

Andreas let out a grin and continued.

'' The union of Soviet Republics, our fellow brothers in Idealogy, have convened a meeting in Their capital city of Utopia for general Diplomatic purposes. It would be very helpful if we were to send a Diplomat there.''

''I see''

''Yes, it may help get known by the International community , as well as meet our fellow communist comrades. Would you go?''

He wasn't asking, he was commanding.

''Yes''.

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Postby Tristaniano » Thu Jan 13, 2011 3:26 pm

Beijing , China
1951. Palace of the President


"ALL BOW BEFORE THE PRESIDENT OF THE FEDERATION OF CHINA!" a large man yelled as the President walked out and the various ministers bowed to the ground as they saw him. The President was a tall man in Chinese standards, and was heavily muscular for someone of his age. He was in his late sixty's but showed more charisma then a young 20 year old. He commanded the largest mass of people on the planet, and the largest army the world had ever seen! He was the lord of many and he knew it. He flaunted his power regularly in front of his servants, the Premier being nothing more then a figure head. The real ruler of China was the President, and he made that known.

"You may all stand. Now, our friends up north in the USR have sent us a invitation to join them in their capitol for a bit of a meeting. I see no problems with this and I plan on sending the President of the National Peoples Congress as a diplomat to the USR. Any objections?" the President asked with a slight smirk on his face. He knew that none would oppose his ruling because of his sheer power in China. The President was a man of many faces, sometimes kind and sometimes plain old evil. To his surprise a senior minister stood.

"My All Powerful President, I am sorry to object but do you think it is prudent to send such a high level authority to a foreign nation? I mean-"[/b]. The man wasn't allowed to finish. The President had heard enough and with a single look to the soldiers inside the large meeting room, two of them marched up to the Senior Minister and grabbed him, and while he screamed dragged him out of the chambers. The President smiled and then laughed waving his hands in the air.

"Seems Senior Minister Jao will be taking a...[i]permanent vacation. "
the most powerful man in China said still with a grin. The reactions of the various ministers around the chambers were a mixture of awe and fear.

[b]To: The USR
From: The President of the Chinese Federation

Hello, our friend to the north! I am pleased to tell you that I will be sending a offcial to your beautiful country! I do hope that this meeting will be fruitful!

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Postby Abruzi » Fri Jan 14, 2011 9:44 pm

January 15th, 1951
(guise, it’s 51 not 50)

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The falling snow was gentle, almost serene. The quiet conversations of the Red Army soldiers who huddled around their silent beasts of steel droned on like distant waves upon the coast. The uniformity of the conversation was not surprising, living in a complete information vacuum reduced the topics of conversation to only the most basic. Those few who were above the endless drone, the Commissars of the Ministry of Contentment strode about in their greatcoats and caps, eyes sweeping the groups for any that stood out. Any that were irregular, any that did not fit, any that showed even an inkling of original thought.

These men were just one of the dozens of Soviet divisions sitting on the eastern border of the Union of Soviet Republics, just one of the many pawns to be moved in the opening sequences of the greatest game of chess imaginable. Commanded by the far distant Marshal Zhukov, the great Soviet struggle to unite Eastern Europe beneath the Neo Bolshevist Banner was to be a masterwork of military action, a ballet of Machine and Man as they altered the balance of power forever. The most beautiful thing about this advance was that it was to be performed at the same time as a Peace Conference.

All across the Eastern Borders of the USR as well as the Mongolian Border, pieces on a chessboard moved as one. The signal that heralded their deadly advance? A Red Star, a Red Star that unleashed the Red Legions of Hell. Massed armored formations surged towards the population centers of their target nations, stopping for no one and nothing. Infantry followed in the vehicles wake, slogging miles upon miles toward the West or South. The drone of massed Soviet Airplanes and the boom of distant artillery reminded the hardened Veterans amongst the hordes of new recruits of the Great Patriotic War that had just ended only six years prior.

The world shook, the world would shake but the most important question on the lips of the Politburo,

“Would Amerika stir?”
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Postby TheCanadianFederation » Fri Jan 14, 2011 10:14 pm

January 15th
1951
Vancouver, Canada


"Presenting! Her Royal Majesty the Queen of Canada and Grand Duchess of New Foundland - Victoria Martino I" The trumpets blared and the procession was regal as expected; Monarchism in North America? So much for it being impossible. The Canadians had adopted their own monarchy not long after independence and had decided that instead of adopting their original monarch as their head of state [and therefore becoming a Dominion or a Commonwealth] they adopted a noble family of their own, set up a nobility and there was an Absolute Monarchy in Canada from 1774 to 1919 when it was turned into a Constitutional Monarchy. From that time the grandeur of Royalty had remained regardless.

The Queen of Canada while in theory not a powerful woman on paper was very powerful in reality. Canada was indeed democratic, but many failsafe's were in position to make sure that in the event of something truly dangerous happened; the Monarch took over ensuring that the Canadian way of life could be preserved by a cut down on bureaucracy.

Today's procession was a small thing however; the Soviets had called a meeting in Moscow, Utopia they called it now and the Canadians were obligated to answer by some power or another. That took talking on their end; meaning a meeting. The Prime Minister met with Her Majesty in the Royal Palace in Vancouver and they discussed and deliberated the best way to approach the freedom-hating tyrannous 'Communists' in The Union of Soviet Republics. Communist, pah; the Chinese were Communist, the VietMaiese were Communist. The Soviets were as Fascist as the Third Reich was.

In the end it was decided to send a junior ambassador to the meeting in Utopia; nothing more nothing less.


On a hidden note; the Canadians also began to mobilize small amounts of men in their own borders, making note of reports from Germany and Prussia about a possible build up of Soviet forces. If Amerika hadn't stirred; Canada surely had.
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Postby Amerikians » Sat Jan 15, 2011 11:49 am

The Nationalist Republic of Germany
United States Army Base - Fort Rhineland
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Commanding Officer: B. General Alphonse Jones - C&C of Amerikan Forces in Europe


While the diplomats talked the Americans were not idiots. While they bandied words they saw through the 'peacemaking' right into the heart of the black-war machine that was the Neo-Bolshevik Union. The troops in Germany were there to compliment the German Heer and unannounced to the Germans; make sure that they didn't start the Third World War.

Mostly they were rapid response, the ones who moved first'; spearheading into Poland to prevent a Soviet Occupation of Poland and Prussia, so while the Diplomats talked, and they looked across the distance at Poland, the reconnanice planes and spy reports bringing the notation of build up. The Soviets planned after all; who didn't?

When they came, the Americans would be ready, and they would be stopped at yet another point.


Moscow - Russia, The Union of Soviet Republics

"This is...Different." The Ambassador said as he looked out at the city, once vibrant it was colorless, once lively it was dead, once free it was oppressed. Even the Czars of Russia had some sense of personal liberty. Not these animals, these barbarians knew nothing but suffering, and that suffering played out in the physical here. The Ambassador dared to step on enemy soil first, the arrival of the Americans would no doubt be noted..
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Postby Yanitza » Sat Jan 15, 2011 5:33 pm

The sky's over Utopia, Capital of the USR
Janurary 18th, 1951
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The small Spanish plane began to make it's descant to wards a Utopian Airstrip. Compared to the The giant grey sky sorrounding it looked ridiculously small.

A gods reminder of mortality in this world

Marco thought. Officailly he, like all good Spaniards, were Athiests. However like most good Spaniards (the ones alive that are alive atleast) , he kept his true thoughts and feelings to himself. Marco would rather live a lie than not live at all.

The pilot began to radio in Russians to request permission to land on the Aisrstrip. The lord protector had insisted that Marco travel by air, For safety reasons. Marco had know doubt that that meant safety of information, least he get captured and interrogated. He thought the Idea was absurd, Andreas was just Paranoid. That tends to happen when you fight a war of brutality against an unrelenting enemy.

Then again Marco would not put it past Andreas to interrogate a foriegn diplomat in Spanish lands. When the pilot was granted permission to land it abruptly began it's descant to land. With snapped Marco's mind out of his thoughts. He wasn't that good a flier. The plane began a shaky descant beore hitting a little to hard on the ground for his liking. It soon rolled to our stop and Marco let out a large sigh.

Gathering his stuff, he thanked the pilot before stepping out into the outside. He instatnly got hit by the cold. Letting out a curse, he rumaged around for his coat.

I knew Utopia would be cooler than Madrid but by God! this place is cold

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Postby Comorostan » Mon Jan 17, 2011 10:19 pm

There had been discussion in Tehran of how best to travel to Utopia. Plane? A symbol of the bourgeois, and while only the most idealistic people in the Comorostani government still cared about establishing true socialism, it could prove damaging to the Socialist Worker's Republic's image. Travel by car presented the same issue.

But then the notion of a train was discussed, and embraced. Trains were truly vehicles of the proletariat, being cheap and connecting the cities which formed the bastions of socialist revolution.

Thus, it was in a special government train, armored and crawling with guards, that carried Secretary General Alexi Danilov from Tehran, through Comorostan, into the Union of Soviet Republics, and towards Utopia. Through diplomatic channels, the route was planned with the appropriate authorities, and plans were made to meet the Comorostani at the train station.

And thus, it was aboard this train that Alexi Danilov watched the grayness of Utopia grow in size in the window. All life seemed to have been sucked from this area, the sense of vibrancy replaced by the sameness of Neo-Bolsehvism. It was both horrifying and glorious, the triumph of ideology over humanity.

Alexi quickly put those thoughts away-they were for reflection and private thought, not the final musings of a man about to meet the superpower which sat on Comorostan's northern border like a benevolent older sibling.

As the train slowed, and began pulling into the station, he reviewed the little instruction he had been given. Safeguard our interests. Stand with our socialist comrades. Resist Amerika.

The rest was up to him. He was going to play a major role in shaping Comorostani foreign policy. Success meant being lauded as a hero. Failure meant a gulag or a bullet to the back of the head in a windowless room somewhere.

Taking a deep breath, he stood and walked to the door, now sliding open, to see who the USR had sent to greet him.
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Postby Abruzi » Tue Jan 25, 2011 6:43 pm

The various Representatives from the Allied States and the slightly less friendly States were collected and transported via State owned Car. The sleek black automobiles ferrying them to a grim looking concrete theater. The black banner and leering visage of Dmitri Siloviki greeted them as they were together escorted through heavy reinforced portals. The interior was spacious and yet unnervingly empty, the whispers of one end of the room carrying to the other only enhancing this feeling. In the center sat a table, a table of obsidian wood, burned wood. Twisted steel covered the chairs that sat around the table and the glasses upon the table were made of blackened glass.

Comrade Premier Dmitri Siloviki sat in the center of the table, his black suit and steely cold eyes glaring at the party as they entered and were seated. No one spoke, to speak without being spoken to at this point would be paramount to suicide. The steely eyes flashed across the board once more and finally Dmitri spoke. His voice was rich, deep and yet frozen. As yielding as solid steel and as friendly as a snarling dog.

“Hello, I have called you all here to speak of several matters of great importance. Matters that shall alter the course of the world and if we are lucky lead humanity forward, together. First however let us enjoy refreshments and I will personally answer any questions you may have.”

On an unseen command a number of aides approached and filled the blackened glasses with strong Soviet Vodka. The quizzical looks from the various diplomatic representatives were not lost on the Premier who quickly answered the unspoken question.

“The wood table is burned wood directly from the Reichstag as is the glass. Your chairs are steel salvaged from the skeletons of Nazi tanks crushed at Kursk and the glass is from the ruins of Stalingrad.”

Nodding he sipped his glass and adjusted his tie, the Premier obviously was not in a waiting move. He hoped that the assembled would ask a few questions and he could move on to the important matters he had spoken of.

Eastern Poland

The Glorious Red Army steamed ever West. Paths mirroring the final advance upon the Fascist Reich, the Red Army was on a similar looting and pillaging spree. Thick acrid smoke rose up from the ashes of unfortunate Polish Villages that resisted and the already fragile Polish Military was fleeing in the face of the 3rd Shock Army. The only opposition of note had been local Partisans who were quickly overwhelmed with the sheer amount of Soviet soldier’s and their brutality.

Commissars chanted Primal chants that promised bloodshed and victory, mixing them liberally with songs that were devoted to the Neo Bolshevist Ideal. Together they best showed the base power of the Red Military. Trained and devoted to ending life, they mindlessly spread ideology to those conquered all the while affirming their belief in ideology themselves. Great Military Scientists from the West and Asia may debate that an Army of Robots and Slaves was easily defeated, but an Army of Willing and eager Killers…that was another matter all together.

At the advance’s head was the 108th Company of the Great Third Shock Army, within that company was Comrade Commissar Roman Petrov.

The sun never rose, the sun would never rise, there was no sun. The sentence was one of the thousands that drifted through the Commissar’s head, one of the thousands to never be voiced due to it’s possible Political Ramifications. He walked alongside his Comrades, his men, and his brothers, his olive uniform indistinguishable from theirs minus the crimson star and peaked cap. His weapon, a PPSH41 was similar to the weapons of all but the luckiest of the men in the 108th. The PPSH41 Sub machine Gun was a favorite of the 3rd Great Shock Army and despite it’s age was fore-casted to be in place until the fledgling AK series of rifle was produced in large enough number to phase it out in one fell swoop.

Marching through the bleak Polish Country Side that had so recently bee ravaged by the Great Patriotic War was dull work but Roman could not afford to be lulled into a state of exhaustion or complacency. As a Commissar he had to constantly be giving encouragement, constantly preaching and constantly watching his men for the slightest sign of Political Unorthodoxy. To be Unorthodox was not a death sentence in the Red Army as it was in Civilian life, it would merely warrant transfer to a Penal Battalion.

Ahead of the Vanguard of the advance were the Western Penal Battalions, most of them comprised of the defeated remnants of the Occupation Army of Germany. Their laxity punished by their service as bullet sponges and advance scouts. Yet as was the tradition it was more dangerous in the Soviet Military to be found in the rear than in the front. Behind the advance came the Ministry of Contentment, their machinations were more horrendous than the SS of the Great Patriotic War and much more methodical.

Every Polish Citizen who was behind the advance was screened and documented. Every citizen was issued papers a limited passport that allowed for movement within two miles of their home village. To be caught without a Passport would warrant a person’s elimination from existence while to be caught outside of your zone would warrant a train ticket to Siberia. The Gulags of the East already were filling with the dejected Polish citizenry who had fallen beneath the Black Shroud of Neo Bolshevism. To resist was futile for in the end, everyone broke, everyone.

The shroud extended, would the West react? Would it stir? More importantly, did it matter?
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Postby Nationalist Germans » Wed Jan 26, 2011 9:16 am

German-Polish Border

Just as before this time as well they poured forth like a legion of steel and blood. Weakened and smaller they knew they stood no chance but it was to this or wait for their turn at the proverbial altar of sacrifice. The German Heer would meet the Soviet Red Army as before; with one difference this time. No retreat, no surrender. Here the Soviets would meet a wall of steel and iron will similar to their own, unrelenting and undaunted to the task of holding back the animalistic storm that came before them.

The Irony, that the Fascist Monsters were now the Saving Liberators could not possibly be described in words, indeed when a mere six years prior they had been the enemy of the world. Scholars and Historians could be laughing at this moment for years as the great war machines of the great war, lacking in modifications but still numerous stood to fight once more. The Maus replacing the infamous vision of the Panzer and Koenig Tiger. Each man of the Heer armed with either a Gewher 43 or the equally infamous Arm of the Waffen S.S.; the StG-44.

So come forth, Red Beast, and meet the audacity of a Free Germany undiluted by the insane! Come forth and meet your ending at their hands!
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Postby Amerikians » Wed Jan 26, 2011 1:04 pm

Fort Rhineland
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While the politicians talked and lied to one another action was to be taken here! A line of steel and men and metal joined the German Heer as they advanced, the M-46 even the old M-4 Sherman and fewer brand new M-47 Patton Tanks along with men armed up with the M-1 Garand and brand new and much loved M-14 battle rifles. A screech of planes and newfangled helicopters and a clangor of noise arose from the plains of Germany as the west poured through the Faluda Gap into Poland before the East could do the same to them, the Amerikans and Germans, once enemies turned allies now stood together as one against the common enemy of all the world over save the most craven and blind.

Amerikans were not however; seen as liberators in Europe. Europeans knew the horror that Amerikans could bring as easily as brought by the Soviets. The Germans remembered Dresden, and the Prussians remembered Koenigsberg. The Soviets would remember Poland, and then Utopia. But even so General Jones understood fifty thousand men, combined with the twenty thousand men of the German Heer stood as the first line, reinforcements would be required as soon as could be but for the time being, Jones was confident that he could defeat Zhukovian 'Disregard the Losses' that the Soviets were so famous for.


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The Ambassador looked at the table, and the glasses; and the chairs with the utmost sardonic laugh. The irony of that could not be said in words, so words were not needed. Here this bastard had the audacity to say that the Germans were Fascist but even then; they admitted they were Exterminators. These lying 'Communists' were as violent and Fascist as they came.

All the same he lifted the blackened glass filled with the finest known vodka on Earth and toasted the fascist pig-bastard that called himself the Premier of the USR. "To a future filled with peace and a lack of war." The irony in his statement could not be expressed; he sniffed idly before he drank of the liquid, if it was poisoned at least he was going out with a decent drink in his throat. The burning of the vodka much appreciated. "Why rename the city, for starters." He said more than asked but there was the first of a string of meaningly questions designed by the DoS strictly to test the Premier's abilities at politics against a real ambassador.
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Postby Abruzi » Wed Jan 26, 2011 1:09 pm

OOC: Yeah, pressed for time. Expect Military happenings to be added when I'm home from Basketball.

The Premier smiled, of course it would be the obnoxious Amerikan who asked the first question. Theirs hand always were greedily extended, always searching for those things one should never posses always asking things one should never ask. Their arrogance was as famous as their brutality which the Soviets grudgingly accepted as being marginally less brutal than their own. Still, Dmitri Siloviki did not like to be questioned, much less questioned by an Amerikan. He waited just long enough to be borderline rude and replied,

"Utopia has always been known as Utopia, perhaps you are thinking of another city?"
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Postby Yanitza » Wed Jan 26, 2011 4:38 pm

Marco entered the black car, glad not to have to be on such a rickity plane. He was taking a train home. Marco was impressed by the car, it certainly told you that this was a place not for joking or Sarcasm. Getting very efficeint. There weren't any broken roads, uncleared debris or workers blocking up the way. As they got closer Marco could clearly see the level of secruity increasing. Heavily armed guards wre crawling everywhere.

While he respected and admired the power of the USR he was a bit overwhelmed by the all the space and grey walls everywhere. Was this what Spain was to become?.Arriving in an area with the other diplomats he looked around to see who had arrived. The Amerikian was the first one he spotted. There was a mixed opinion about Amerrikiansa in Spain. They were Champions of Fascism and thet therefore made them an enemy of Spain. Yet Amerikians had fought in The Abraham lincoln Brigade, and some stayed after Andreas took over and 'reformed' the Republicans.

The others he didn't know much about, the Canadians were just less powerful Amerikians, Chinese were a gargantuam nation of the East, and he knew nothing of the dark haired Indian looking fellow.

“The wood table is burned wood directly from the Reichstag as is the glass. Your chairs are steel salvaged from the skeletons of Nazi tanks crushed at Kursk and the glass is from the ruins of Stalingrad.”

That was something that would impress the government, if only they had thought of it firts. For now however Marco had no questions. He was keen to talk with the Russian official but he could wait.

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Postby Great Solar Japan » Thu Jan 27, 2011 2:26 pm

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Miyoshi Ichiro, delegate of the Japanese Empire, sat quietly in the corner, listening to the representatives of the Union of Soviet Republics and United States of Amerika, the world's two superpowers, idly chatting as if this was some sort of international social call. He tapped his fingers impatiently on the table. There had been a time not so long ago when all the world shuddered in fear when Nippon shook with rage; but the destruction of Kyoto had brought an abrupt end to the Empire of the Rising Sun. Although Amerika allowed Japan to retain it's sovereignity and even helped rebuild the shattered nation, this blow would not soon be forgotten. Japan had been forced to surrender Taiwan to the Chinese, but it had held on to Korea, part of Borneo, Sakhalin and the Ryukus.

These territories provided the Japanese Empire with a springboard back into international prominence; however, the Cold War had resulted in two blocks of nations forming, the filthy Communist barbarians and the Western capitalist dogs. Japan, a nation that hated and was hated by both, could only survive in this world because Amerika saw it wise to leave the Empire be, as one of the few Asian nations left with the will and strength to stand up to Communist China and the USR.

Finally, Miyoshi spoke, unable to sit listening to the banter any longer.
"Siloviki-san, though I admire your barbarian nation's flare for the dramatic, it makes little difference to the Greater Japanese Empire whether your chairs are made of the metal of our former allies' tanks or the bones of a mammoth, or whatever creatures your primitive ancestors hunted," the ambassador said, his words dripping with venom. "However, it is of concern to the Empire that the Union has been increasingly militarizing the border of Mongolia. Why, one might almost speculate that the USR intends to expand it's unwanted influence in Asia by the device of invading Mongolia."

The ambassador sipped his vodka, noticing that the Amerikan representative had done the same and was yet to suffer any... Side-effects. Unsurprising- after all, he was a mere envoy. What had the USR to gain by killing him?
"Regardless, we regard this as only what it is, a symptom of a far larger problem. Amerika and the Union of Soviet Republics each claim to oppose oppression and imperialism, yet all you have done is monopolized it within your respective spheres of influence. Only Great Japan remains able and willing to stand alone in a world split in two by what you term an 'iron curtain'."

Having gained the attention of the other delegates, Miyoshi went on.
"To my mind, though perhaps not to yours, barbarians, the purpose of this meeting is to end this situation and create a more... If not free, open world and thus remove the tension between the two blocs. Only then can the constant threat of mutually assured destruction be staved off, and the world saved from ending up like our beautiful city of Kyoto."
He spoke softly, but stared unnervingly at the Amerikan diplomat as he did so, his eyes bright with the fire of anger and vengeance. He sat back in his chair, still staring, but simultaneously sipping his glass of vodka.
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Postby Greater-Prussia » Thu Jan 27, 2011 5:42 pm

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In the end the Prussians had decided it was best to keep appearances and send an ambassador. Though all other things were put to arrangement as well. The small gray-haired man stared at the steel-wrapped chairs as though they were spawned from the fires of hell itself, nothing but pure unadulterated loathing filled coal-black pupils that saw naught but darkest contempt. "Memoirs for traitors...Barbarians." He spat toward the Soviet with out a lack of remorse. "When you conquer...You destroy all memory of the conquered...You do not make shrines to their vile brutality."

When the Japanese spoke the Prussian barked a sardonic laugh; indeed he wouldnt' deny the Soviets were barbarians, nothing more than foul animals no better than the traitors. But these so called superior ones, the Japanese were no better. These were people who had starved and worked men of war like common pack animals, treated women and children like filth and mud; they were no better than the Soviets or the traitors they had aligned themselves with...

"What is this, Herr Siloviki; The Red Army marshalling on the borders of Poland?" He spat out suddenly and with a great amount of vigor. While Pruessens were usually exellent at everything they approached it was clear that this man was not the shining example of a diplomat. "If you intend to invade Pruessen will stand shield to the Polish." It was not a threat that Prussia could deliver on, but it had a weight of words behind.


Pruessen-Polish Border
1951


While the Politicians argued the Pruessen Heer directly contridicted the Ambassador's promise of defense. Indeed they dug in, fortifications and networks of defense, trenches and bunkers came online filled with troops and material to stop the red menace at the border of the Kaiserreich. The few thousands who dared to stand were not many; but they were Prussian and that alone accounted for hundreds of more men.

There were a few tanks, and some old biplanes but mostly it was men with guns and rockets; to hold to the last man just as they had done before, discipline unsurpassed by any on Earth, devotion rivaled only by the insanity of the Japanese.
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Postby Dreieinig Reichstaat » Thu Jan 27, 2011 9:26 pm

Minister of State. Kevin Andrews got up from his seat as the new Lindau/Horten L-12 jet taxied to a halt at the Utopia airport. The latest in civilian aircraft technology, there were only 3 L-12's currently in existance. It was a sign of the importance the Triarchs placed on this diplomatic visit that one was assigned to Minister Andrews as his transport.

Acompanied by an attache and two bodyguards, the Minister made his way down the steps of the boarding stairs and to the waiting armored limo, which swiftly and efficiently brought the group to the conference site.

When the Dreieinig party arrived, they took their seats in the conference room. Turning to Dmitri Siloviki, Minister Andrews said simply. "I bring you greetings from the Triarchs of the Dreieinig Reichstaat. Then slowly sat down, observing the proceedings. After Miyoshi finished his speech, Andrews looked to him and said "If I may, perhaps not calling everyone 'barbarians' might be a good first step towards seeing things develop in a more amicable way?"

Andrews nodded politely to all of the other ambassadors present, most notably the Prussian.

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Postby Amerikians » Sat Jan 29, 2011 7:53 pm

Utopia

The Jap made the Ambassador laugh; though not outloud, was horribly unprofessional to crack the neutral-tone on the Ambassador's face. When the Dreieinig Minister of State spoke the Ambassador nodded in agreement before looking at the Japanese Ambassador and responded; fluently in the pusedo-Samurai's own language. "Ichiro-san, you've no right to call anyone 'barbarian' with the way you animals fight." He grinned idly before the Prussian spoke; at which point he turned toward the Soviet Premier. "He'd better be lying comrade." He placed empathesis on the stereotype as he looked the Premier in the eye; if looks could kill Dmitri Siloviki would have been a very deceased man.
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Postby TheCanadianFederation » Sat Jan 29, 2011 8:14 pm

Utopia - Russia
The Union of Soviet Republics - 1951


Morris Henderson arrived fashionably late; just about the time that the Amerikan had finished speaking gibberish. "Representative of the Canadian Federation; on behalf of Her Majesty Queen Victoria." He quickly without ceremony said before he sat beside the Amerikan without so much making for another chair. "Better be lying about what?" The Canadian asked and the Prussian repeated himself shortly; that was when Morris's face went sour. "They're not." He said bluntly. "Pruessen and Germany both reported up arming along the Polish border in Europe..." He listed off from memory though he took time then to examine the blackened vodka glass. "Is this poisoned?"
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Postby Abruzi » Sat Jan 29, 2011 10:04 pm

Dmitri Siloviki smiled, a cold smile that slowly grew upon his face. This smile projected neither joy nor humor but promised pain and torture so horrible that to speak of it would be criminal in itself. The Japanese had always been arrogant but they had never before acted so foolishly, did they not realize that with a single word the USR could purge Japan from existence? Did they not understand that their ideology (Neo Bol) would allow the USR to wage a war so bloody and total that even the mighty warrior-race of Japan would tire of the bloodshed? Did they not comprehend that if he willed it, the Soviet Nuclear Arsenal embryonic as it might be would be unleashed upon as many Japanese cities as possible? He assumed they did not because any sane man would not risk speaking in such an insolent tone if he did know of the possible repercussions.

the Premier nodded slowly and said,

"Diplomat Miyoshi Ichiro, hold you tongue. You think yourself and your Empire strong? You know nothing of strength in the modern age. You know only relics from the old world, relics that already have proven to be unable to stand against the forces of modernism."

The Premier paused, his steely gaze and haunting smile still displayed. With a steady hand he raised his glass and took a small drink before finishing with,

"I laugh at you and your sorrows. I laugh at every dead man, woman and child from Kyoto. I laugh and with me the Union of Soviet Republics laugh, the entire Slavic Race laughs, the whole worlds laughs. Oh yes, I laugh."

The Prussian, an old man who while aged was surely well educated spoke next. His comment regarding the decor of the chamber was greeted with a slight nod, the Premier himself though that the chairs were a bit much, there was even blood upon one of them. The question regarding the buildup on Poland's border did catch him off guard, only because by his reports the Invasion should have commenced by now. Still, he had to answer the man.

"The Red Army does muster on the border of the Polish State this is true, sir. We do this not to invade Prussia but to aid our Comrades in Poland who have requested our martial aid. I assure you personally that the Red Military will make no move toward Prussia nor even glance upon it when reading their maps."

Again with the Amerikans, the diplomat's barbed question causing only one eyebrow to rise on the Premier's head. In reply he merely shook his head and said,

"Comrade, we do move into Poland at the request of the Polish People. Once the objectives of our expedition have been achieved we shall withdraw."

The man representing the Triarchs was more polite and in exchange he was spared from the death-look Dmitri swept across all other representatives before rising and knocking back his vodka in one motion. Placing his hands behind his back, Dmitri walked down the table and said,

"I have a called all of you here today to announce not only the Union's actions in Poland but also to determine where the various areas of influence in the world end and begin. I ask all of you, would you join me in carving the boundaries of the world anew or shall the Union do it on it's own?"
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Postby Greater-Prussia » Sun Jan 30, 2011 11:43 pm

As the Premier spoke the Prussian sat silent, listening to the new-great powers as they argued the fate of nations. He knew the horror of the Neo-Bolisheviks, he had watched as battle hardened Germans fled for their lives from the Soviets simply to be captured by the Prussians or Amerikans, he had seen their 'mercy' and how they slaughtered and burned everything before them. They would bring only darkness to Poland and it's people; he knew this, but he said nothing.

Prussia's word counted for naught anymore...He would accept the Premier's word toward Prussia, for now; it would not due them to invade Pruessen, they would pay for it in droves. Tens of thousands would lay at the feet of hundreds, millions would lay at the feet of thousands. The Soviets would pay for their victory in more bodies than they could count, ninety percent of them their own.

But when the Premier spoke of laughter toward the Japanese Ambassador; The Prussian's jaw knotted before he...Lost it. "You laugh? You disgust me. You are no better than the traitors; no better than them!" He paused for breath before going on. "You would laugh at the suffering of innocent people? Women and children? You monster."

"The Japanese were honorable fighters, they fought to the death for every inch of soil that Amerika took from them the same as we Pruessens fought for every inch of soil taken from us, to the last man and rocket they defended what was theirs with dignity and honor; and these animals!" He pointed at the Amerikan again.

"Subjected innocent people to torment and death because of cowardice! And you would have the audacity to laugh at that misfortune!? You deserve no praise despot!" The Prussian raged, anger evident in his eyes; he did not condone what the Japanese had done, but he would defend the Asian from that...Barbarism.
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