Universal Socialism-Glorious Nation Cold War (CLOSED/MT)

[Universal Socialism]

OOC: Basically this is a cold-war between the nation's of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation and Universal Socialism. Anyone is welcome to participate as long as they abide by basic role-playing rules, and don't go off creating different factions in this cold-war. If your going to get involved but not side with either major faction you shall be listed as independent/undecided. Most of the action will be happening in whatever region both of the nations are in, however both sides are allowed to have help from nations outside their region. If your going to get involved please announce which side you intend to support.
The events that happened during the cold-war initation are linked here.
http://www.nationstates.net/page=dispatch/id=226717
http://www.nationstates.net/page=dispatch/id=226716
http://www.nationstates.net/page=dispatch/id=227039


Down below are listed what side each nation is on.

Universal Socialism:
Bruissa
Canton Empire

Glorious Happy Funtime Nation:

Undecided/Independent:
The Antartic Colonies

[Universal Socialism]

In the whitehouse...
It was yet another emergency meeting. This time it was about the mass illegal immigration, organized by their current arch-nemesis The Armed Labor Camp of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation.

"Something has to be done to stop these mass waves of illegal immigrants" cried one of the cabinet members "they are farming on our land and sending the goods back to their nation, they are using our own land against us!" The Secretary of Law and Order perked up and mentioned "these illegal immigrants are too numerous for the border police to keep all of them out, and every time we attempt to deport them they violently resist turning things into an all-out war between our police and the illegal immigrants." Secretary of Defense Mark Stein announced "well I guess that means it's time for my department to do something." Secretary of State Xu Gutenburg wasn't too thrilled on the idea "we can't just use the military to violently wipe out thousands of civilains trying to cross our border, it would make us look bad internationally!"

The cabinet continued to argue until President Vladimir Temmigen spoke up. "There will be no stopping the illegal immigrants" he told his cabinet. They got extremely quiet and looked quite shocked at that. "We shall welcome the illegal immigrants into our nation with open arms!"

"Mr. President you can't be serious" said one of the cabinet members. "Oh but I am" responded the President "and I shall explain how this shall benefit us. If we upgrade all those illegal immigrants to legal residents, that will give us the ability to influence them while cutting off any influence from their home government. By the time were done none of those Glorious Happy Funtime Nation's civil invaders will want to go home, that is unless they're in our intelligence agency."

"I see" said the cabinet member "anyone who they send into our territory will end up under our influence, and will consquently end up joining our nation." "That's pretty much the plan. Unless theres any questions we shall begin this plan immediately"
There were none

"Good" said the President "I shall prepare for a media interview to announce our welcoming of the new residents."

[Glorious Happy Funtime Nation]

The President had decided to accept the immigrants.

Perfect.

Leaning forward, the Overlord almost steepled his fingers before realizing how cliche it would be. Flicking a switch, he opened a direct link to his Minister of Culture. "Tell me... Are the reports... From my spies... True?" he wheezed. Surprised by the sudden, grotesque image, the Minister took a moment to respond. "Y-yes, sir. The official announcement is soon. Temmigen is going to make them citizens, and use that to- to, uh... t-to influence them. Sir, I think your plot might not have worked as intended..."

The Overlord let a noise escape from his lips, roughly equivalent to a laugh.

"Oh, no, it hasn't. This plan has... Worked better than I... Ever could have hoped. One the surface... Accepting the immigrants... Seems the best course... Of action. If we were... Any other nation... It would be. But these immigrants... They are Glorian. Glorians are... Not like other immigrants. My people... Have been turned into... Traditional, zealous cannibals. The Universal Socialists... Are secular. This incursion of... Of religion will disrupt their culture. Once news gets out... That they have accepted murderous... Cannibals with open arms... Their reputation will be ruined. These people... Murder their spouses... And all of them... Killed a sibling at a younger age. By accepting these... Monsters... Universal Socialism might tear itself... Asunder for us. Just... Make sure they either... Fight the Reds to the death... Or work themselves to death. There is... No return."

After this long speech to his Minister, the Overlord nearly collapsed. However, there was still work to do, so he trudged on. Every day he felt stronger, waking up from the cryogenic sleep that had kept him alive, and every day his mind sharpened. Though he hadn't been in quite the right state of mind when devised this immigration plot, it had been devised in such a way that failure was impossible. If they were accepted, the Reds were ruined. If they were crushed, the Reds were ruined. If they were ignored, the Reds were ruined. But this would not be enough on it's own. It was time to devise a sequel, part two. Time to turn Temmigen's people against him. The Overlord dialed his Minister of Espionage.

[The Antartic Colonies]

OOC: Mind if the Antartic Colonies take part? Right now, in full Cold-War fashion, I'm on my own side - but I'm otherwise undecided at this point. Feel free to include AC as part of a proxy war if needed, otherwise I'll try to include an occasional "collateral" post.

Private 1st Class Frank Brenner was attempting to be stealthy as he returned to his post along the Universal-Socialist border. He knew that the brass didn't like border guards sneaking off for anything, but they have been understaffed lately. His buddy and fellow guard, Terry Buddafuko, was willing to cover for him as he handled a deeply private matter - his IBS has been acting up, and he needed the extra minutes in the latrine to handle the fallout from eating those extra Twinkies he smuggled to work again.

Brenner reaches the guard post, finding it oddly empty. He looks around, finding nothing but empty Taiga and road. "Hey, Fuko - where are you?" The guard wanders around, puzzled. Moments later, he spots movement along the trees just on the other side of the road. DRAC-standard-issue boots were lazily lying on the soft earth just behind a tree. They were filled with the legs of a uniformed solder, blocked from view from the thighs up. The bare feet and tattered dress of a civilian lady was lasciviously rocking over him, her torso on upwards also hidden behind the large connifer.

Brenner suddenly waxed a big grin, knowing how easily his Cassanova-inspired friend was able to seduce the fairer sex. Brenner, as any good friend would do in that situation, drew his smartphone and began recording his compatriot's latest conquest. He slinked around the tree, and with a sudden leap he jumped upon the two of them to end his little video with a crescendo of excitement. "Budda-fuko!!" Brenner cries out as if he was yelling out Happy Birthday to his best friend.

To his horror, the suprise was all upon himself.

The woman was poised over his friend, but his friend was lifeless and partially dismembered. Blood and flesh boogers dotted the woman's face, hands and dress, matching the missing components of his friend's face and head. With a maniacal cackle she proclaims "Yum! I have eaten his soul! He is now... Free!!!"

Brenner catches his breath, struggling not to succumb to a sudden onset of Madness. He falls back, numb, and fumbles for his radio. He tries to scream, but his voice refuses to come forth. Voices, distant and curious, come from the radio and ask him to repeat his last statement.

Brenner catches motion out of the corner of his eye. In the distance, near the gates, more of the refugees from across the border are approaching the check point. Each wide eyed and happy to see him, they quicken their pace. They quickly gain ground, and catch up to his position within moments.

As one of the Glorian refugees reaches out to touch Brenner, a sound finally erupts from Brenner's lungs - a roar, that morphs into a blood-curtling scream. It is his last.

[Universal Socialism]

After delays, secret emergency meetings, adjustments, etc. it was finally time for the President's announcement. Apparently there had been a lot of last minute changes.

In the news room...
President Vladimir Temmigen walked up to the podium to give his latest speech. He had to make some slight adjustments to what he was originally planning on announcing. The reporters in the news room waited anxiously.

"Good morning, everyone. As many of you have probably heard there has been mass immigration out of the nation of The Armed Labor Camp of glorious Happy Funtime Nation. We have confirmed this is a indirect attack on our nation by The Armed Labor Camp of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation government. This attack is not with uniformed soldiers, but with civilians being sent to use our land for resources and to cannibalize any resistance. You can probably guess this but this is yet another thing we condemn The Armed Labor Camp of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation for. However as for the immigrants now that they are within our nation an opportunity has arisen to free the Glorian immigrants from their nation's influence. With our help they can be given a chance they have never gotten before. A chance for quality of life, which every human being deserves. This is why is why that instead of shutting them out, we shall welcome them with open arms and help them reform themselves from the terrible state of mind inflicted upon them by their government. If we just ignore those who need our help, how can we hold ourselves as the moral people we claim to be. As for this latest stunt out enemy has pulled, it will not go unpunished."

The President didn't answer questions... again.

16 hours ago...
"But Mr. President, according to the analysts if we follow this plan the people will be up in-arms about it!" screamed one of the cabinet members. “Don’t worry they won’t” responded the President “it seems our analysts forgot that our population is very compassionate and would be willing to help out those in need even if they are of different nationality, culture, or religion. Besides if things go as planned by the time the Glorian immigrants get out of the reform school they will not be doing any of the crazy things they anymore.” “That won’t be easy Mr. President” said the cabinet member” the Glorians have been brainwashed all their lives to think Glorian conditions are normal.” “Yes it probably will be difficult, but I have confidence that our reform programs will succeed. Now no more delays, we have delayed too much as it is.”
The Plan was set.

[Bruissa]

President of The Bruissan Empire has declare their part in the cold war as supporter

[Glorious Happy Funtime Nation]

((As a supporter of who?))

The Minister of Culture shuffled papers nervously. They were all blank, but he didn't have a clipboard and moving papers made him look important. To his left sat the Minister of War, who hadn't moved in decades, but had died in his seat and so kept his position. To the left again sat the CEO of Glorian Defense Inc., who was quite a bit more animated than the Minister of War. Another figure sat to the CEO's left, which was the Minister of Culture's right, but he's not important right now.

"It's time to declare war!" raged the CEO, slamming his fist into the table to add effect. His eyes were wide and his pupils were dilated, this man clearly meant business.

"I-i-i-it's just not feasible. If we declared open war the-the-the international community would, eh, rally against us. We'd be slaughtered," stammered out the Minister of Culture, who was unable to present as fearsome a visage as the man across the table. He sure tried, though, and looked all the more pitiful for it.

The two proceeded to repeat those lines back and forth for several hours before realizing that they'd reached an impasse, then continue on for another few just for consistency's sake. While this happened, the man in the corner, who just happened to be the Minister of Foreign Relations, was plotting. He knew these fools were puppets, and that he was a puppet too, but at least he knew it. And as a reward for noticing the puppet-masters strings, the master had given him a special line to speak through. A cup on a string, but without the cup or string, and implanted directly into the man's cortex along with a chunk of C4 big enough to smash his head like Gallagher. Using this special cup on a string, he was coordinating with his Benevolent Overlord to prepare the next wave of immigrants. Now that they were being integrated into the general populace, it was time to forcibly separate them from the populace. From this point on, each immigrant was going to be infected with a random, contagious disease. Sometimes AIDs, sometimes the plague, and sometimes chicken pox.

But enough of that. The immigration was serving it's purpose well, and would continue for the foreseeable future as it hardly slowed the explosive population growth, but it was time for the next move. With a few taps, the Minister of Foreign Affairs began to dial the number he hoped led to whoever was in charge of the Antarctic Colonies.

"Hello there, my frigid friend, I'm sure you've noticed a certain cold war. Would you be interested in a little business proposition?"

[The Antartic Colonies]

It has been a day or so since Sundown at the South Pole - an event that happens once a year. As is the tradition at the Amundsen–Scott South Pole Station, there is a public viewing of John Carpenter's "The Thing" and Stephen King's "The Shining" to bring on that cabin-fever feeling that everyone enjoys from Spring to Fall Equinox (minus a day or so for the fact that the South Pole is actually about two miles above sea level). One of the people enduring this tradition is Dr. Hypatia Alexander, Council Chief of the Antarctic Colonies.

Dr. Alexander is working feverishly at her computer - she has even blocked off the next two hours as "Do Not Disturb" so that she can attend to some important work. Ever since the collapse of Kergate Khante and the rendering of the nation to the Rejected Realms, there is much weighing on her mind, not least of which is...

"Aak!" She exclaims, staring at her screen. Displayed is a slowly rotating view of a collapsed, computer-rendered person spewing blood. The words "GAME OVER" flash on the screen. "How many times do I have to redo this level!? Why did they have to nerf the MGs!? I'm checking the Wiki on this one." As Dr. Alexander starts to do an online search, she is interrupted by a phone call that has been routed to her desk.

"Darn it - this had better be good," she grumbles to herself. As she reaches for her phone, a little prayer escapes her lips: "Please tell me I've won something sweet, salty, and/or loaded with caffeine." She answers the call, only to note at the moment of saying "Hello - Council Chief Alexander here" that the caller ID was flashing a number from somewhere in the Nation of Glorious Happy Funtime.

[Bruissa]

Supporter to Universal Socialism

[Universal Socialism]

In the meeting room...
"Mr. President was it really such a great idea to threaten them?" asked a concerned cabinet member.

"Unfortunately it was necessary" answered President Vladimir Temmigen "we must prevent The Antartic Colonies from joining our enemies side of the cold-war."

Just then the desk assistant walked in to give some reports to the President. "Report" the President told the desk assistant.

"Mr. President The Armed Labor Camp of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation has contacted The Democratic Republic of The Antartic Colonies."

"Thats old news" the President responded "I was informed of that by the Intelligence Director not too long ago, and the conversation is still on-going. Is there any other news?"

The desk assistant took a moment to recompose himself and responded "The Empire of Brussia has officially joined our side in the cold-war, the success rates for reforming the immigrants have proven to be 26.4% among adults and 67.3% among children, and the The Armed Labor Camp of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation is sending more immigrants though this time they're all infected with infectious diseases."

The President was a bit disappointed at the low success rates of reforming the Glorians, however the rates weren't all that suprising. The President turned to the Secretary of Health and said "have the Glorians quaranteed in hospitals and given proper medical care".

"Yes Mr. President" answered the Secretary of Health. With that President Temmigen returned to other matters.

"Anyways our next move against The Armed Republic of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation shall be to start a rebellion within their nation or simply find one that's currently ongoing and supply them with weapons."

"How shall we do this Mr. President?" asked the concerned cabinet member. The President answered while pointing to a map of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation "if a rebellion isn't already going on we shall use our satellites to tap into their communication and broadcast a rebelrousing speech in order to give them the incentive to rebel. Once a rebel group has been formed our intelligence agency and military special forces shall supply the rebels with weapons as well as train them".

"This sounds like an ingenius plan to me, we shall execute it at once!" shouted Vice-President John Baker.

With that the meeting was closed and people began heading back to their departments to execute the latest plans.

[Glorious Happy Funtime Nation]

The Minister of Foreign Relations was annoyed. He had been since he had taken this job, but today it was worse than most others. Over a quarter of the emigrants sent in were being reformed, which meant the Reds were gaining a massive amount of possible spies. The good news was that the Reds were still wasting valuable resources on all of the immigrants, and now had to spend even more on health care, but it wasn't enough. Typing quickly, he sent out an order to make sure we could recognize those we sent over: remove the left eye, directly brand their brain with the Glorian flag. Sure it might kill a few and most would be left brain damaged, but they were already just fodder.

As soon as he had sent out the order, something new popped up on his display. The title had at least four exclamation points, so it had to be important. Keying the report to the center of his screen, the Minister become ever so slightly more annoyed. While the general populace was completely removed from anything wireless, some key government installations still needed to transfer info quickly. His own device proved as much. This message was directly from a Socialist satellite, and urged him to throw off the shackles of the Glorian dictatorship. None of that would make sense to any of his men, but halfway down the dispatch mentioned food. Food was something that his men would understand, and a promise that they'd be well-fed might have immense traction with them. He called for his death-squad liaison.

"See this here? This here is a radio, and I'm about to give a list with everyone else who has access to one. You're to take this list back to the death-squad, and then go out and execute every single name on this list."

Just then the call connected to the Antarctic Colonies and a voice crackled into his ear.

"Hello there, Council Chief Alexander. I don't know if you've noticed, but the Red- err, the Socialists, that is, have called us into a little conflict. I'm just calling to make you an offer. I know that resources must be scarce out in the colonies, snow makes it a bit hard to grow food or mine minerals. If you were to pledge your support to us, we'd send you enough food to feed your colony for a thousand years, plus any amount of materials or men you should name. I assure you, we can provide it.

What do you say?"

While he was saying this, the Minister was quickly shuffling names about on his display. As soon as the operators were executed, someone new would take their place, and from then on the same thing would happen again should they receive any new broadcasts. Unfortunately, it seemed that some operators had already left their posts to begin fighting, but most had been caught. They'd need to divert a few companies to hunt these new rebels, which meant a few had to be taken from the front. He just hoped the Reds wouldn't notice.

[Meldaria]

OOC: Can I join on my own side? The Fascist and Imperialist Union is my region and my side.

[The Antartic Colonies]

After a brief chat and back-and-forth between Council Chief Alexander and the Foreign Minister from across the border, she laid out her final decision.

"Thank you very much, sir, but at present we are trying to stay uninvolved. We have good relations with our Socialist neighbor, but that does not mean we will endose any action of theirs. I hope you understand that. But, I will keep your offer under strict confidence and personal advise, should we find it necessary to take a stand against the DRUS in this growing conflict.

Personally, I would like to offer a counter-proposal: could we host a conference between you and the Universal Socialists? I am more than certain that there are plenty of things each of you can do with resources you are throwing into this tit-for-tat that you both are getting into. Things like internal development, or fulfilling other long standing issues. Surely, there are things you would like to be doing other than sending me offers?"

The Council Chief did not press for an answer, but moved the conversation along until it was time to hand up. Once the call was over, she simply shook her head. "This is getting out of hand - first reports of wild cannibals, next its bribery. I hope this is the last I have to hear of it."

Unbeknownst to the Council Chief, her call was monitored by her Secretary of Defense. It recent weeks, he has pined over the Council Chief's lack of will to engage their nearby nations. A new army of battle-armor-clad soldiers - dashing, if he could describe them in a word - are simply doing endless drills and shows for middle-school kids and anime clubs. He called his contact in IT: "Barney, this is Dr. Keenan. Please redial that connection you forwarded to me and send it to my personal phone." As his cellphone started to buzz, he clicked a button on his desktop to transfer some funds to Barney's Paypal account.

"Hello? Minister?" Dr. Keenan was desperate for a response. "This is Dr. Michael Keenan, Secretary of Defense for the Council. After a brief - very brief - conversation with Dr. Alexander, she recanted her initial position, and has placed *me* in charge of the responsibility of managing the rollout of an action plan. We formally accept your offer, and are looking forward to getting some action for our boys in uniform."

Dr. Keenan's time had finally come. No longer will he be looked upon with scorn and disdain from a council of spineless nerds. It was time for a New Order - and hopefully a military coup, should the Funtime Nation be suckered into the plan he was drafting as he spoke...

(Edit: fixed some typos)

[Universal Socialism]

OOC: For now, I shall label The Fascist and Imperialist Union as an independent.

IC: In The presidential office...
"These reports are several d*** days late" complained President Vladimir Temmigen as he went through some folders.
"Get me my intelligence director and Secretary of State" the President ordered the desk assistant.
"Yes Mr. President" responded the desk assistant, and then left the room.

Half-an-hour later...
Intelligence director Lucas Chen, and Secretary of State Xu Gutenburg walked into the room.

"Good" said the President "you have both arrived. As you probably know I have some very important tasksfor you. First of all for you Intelligence director Lucas Chen, I need you to start supplying weapons, food, ammunition, and anything else needed to the rebels in The Armed Labor Camp of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation. As for you Secretary of State Xu Gutenberg, I need you to go to The Democratic Republic of The Antartic Colonies, and talk Council Chief Hypatia Alexander into supporting our nation. You are permitted to tell her about how there is a coup on the horizon in her nation which will most likely be backed by The Armed Labor Camp of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation. That is all for now, dismissed.

The Intelligence director and the Secretary of State left the room to carry our their latest orders.

[Glorious Happy Funtime Nation]

The Minister chuckled, and began calling up the lists of his death squad soldiers.

"Of course, of course... It's good to see I actually do have some allies in the south. Your support is greatly appreciated. In fact, as a token of my gratitude, I'm sending you some of my personal goons. Use them on that Alexander fellow, toss them on guard duty, kill them, whatever you like, I assure you they're well trained. Most of them are still kids but they've got a few kills each. How does, oh, three dozen sound?" The Minister of Foreign Relations was no fool. He knew this was fishy, and suspected a coup. If so, the Secretary would need dependable agents. People he could count on, who would give their lives for him, who weren't even capable of betrayal.

"Oh, I should warn you, though, the older ones have a bit of trouble thinking for themselves. We've worked out the kinks in the process after a few generations but these early models... Well, if someone starts shooting, you'll have to order them to duck."

Meanwhile, in the vast expanse that was the nation's agricultural center, a revolution was brewing. The workers were constantly underfed and forced to work with food every day, though were shot for even a nibble. They were happy, though, to be able to serve the Provider. That is, they were happy, until the New Ones arrived. Every day, the New Ones would come to the field and tell more workers of the wonders they could gain by joining in an attempt to get them to cast down their tools and pick up weapons. It was working. The New Ones knew what could be gained with freedom, they had heard the broadcast, and even now they were sending some of their members to speak directly to the Liberators to try and learn more. They were also going to ask for support, but just to learn would be far more than enough. Who knows, if they were lucky, they might even be able to bring back some of The Lost that had been sent over, thrown at the Liberators like children onto a bayonet.

[The Antartic Colonies]

(OOC: Sorry for the long hiatus. It was Spring Break!!)

Along a forlorn frozen coast, a cargo ship gently comes to park in a dock and begin to unload its cargo. Amongst its manifest are crates filled with young hooligans from a nearby nation. Following their last set of orders, they were to meet a man in a warehouse who answered to the name of Dr. Michael Keenan. They lined up, nearly 40 young soldiers in all, and awaited their next set of instructions.

Dr. Keenan was impressed with their discipline, if not their intellectual prowess. Details, he mused to himself, as he reviewed his new asset courtesy of The Happy Fun-Time Nation. His associate from IT, Barney, holds an ipad running a video-conference software package on a secure channel to prevent unwanted eavesdropping. The talking head on the screen began to address the troops.

"Welcome, my friends. Now that we are assembled, let me introduce myself - my name is Dr. Michael Keenan, and your Glorious Leader has given your lives over to my command. I expect nothing less from you but what He has instilled - an undying loyalty and expertise in carrying out orders. I apologize for not meeting you in person - as you can understand, I need to make sure that I can guarantee an alibi that we never met..."

Dr. Keenan asks Barney to turn on a light in the warehouse that illuminated an outline of information (with photos) and a table of clothes and weapons.

"First, let me enlighten you on our situation. In three days, Xu Gutenburg - Secretary of State for Universal Socialism - will arrive at Amudson-Scott Station to meet with Dr. Hypatia Alexander, Council Chief of the Antarctic Colonies. They will most likely have a tour of the station and its recent annexes for our bursting population. Please review their pictures and commit them to memory."

Dr. Keenan, staring through his computer at the moving view from the ipad's camera, showed the gaggle of ruffians slowly reviewing the pictures and words. Dr. Keenan gave a moment's pause, then continued.

"Now, ladies and gentleman, your job is simple. You are to don the clothes at the nearby table, take all the weapons you can put use to, and take the transports parked outside to Amudson-Scott Station. A GPS has been preset, so just 'Follow the Yellow Brick Road'. You should be more than able to get past security - that will be my job to ensure for you - and kill these two people. Remember, you *must* kill Dr. Alexander and Mr. Gutenburg. Is this understood?"

Dr. Keenan waits for some sign of understanding. Regardless of whether they give it or not, he concludes the meeting. "Good. There should be plenty of food and drink in the transports. You should leave immediately - you should be reaching the station in just about two days, barring bad weather. Good Luck and Happy Hunting."

The foreign soldiers started to pour through the clothes on the desk and held them up to the light before beginning to try them on to see if they fit. Barney was suddenly perplexed at what he saw. "Boss," he started before closing the connection. "Those aren't Colonial uniforms. I don't recognize those colors."

Dr. Keenan smiled an evil grin. "No, my boy, they aren't. Neither are they the Funtime Nations', nor Universal Socialism's uniforms. They will pose as a different nation altogether. Someone I'm itching to start a war with..."

[Universal Socialism]

At the Amundsen–Scott South Pole Station government airfield...
Secretary of State Xu Gutenburg from The Federal Republic of Universal Socialism stepped off the plane and out into the snow. He was surrounded by multiple Secret Service body guards, as well as special forces units which were securing the area. Secretary of State Gutenburg remembered that the original purpose for him being there was to convince Dr. Hypatia Alexander to support the F.R.U.S. in the cold-war; even if he had to be aggressive about it. As he zipped up his coat and took a look around him he saw the transport awaiting im as well as Dr. Alexander herself. Secretary of State Gutenburg approached her, held out his hand, and said "greetings Council Chief Alexander we have much to discuss."

Meanwhile in the Whitehouse conference room...
The Rebel leaders from The Armed Labor Camp of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation were filing into the room to meet with to meet directly with the leader of their "Liberators". President Vladimir Temmigen was already sitting in the chair at the end of the conference table when the rebel leaders arrived. President Temmigen spun around in his chair to face towards the rebel leaders as they sat down at the table. "Greetings" President Temmigen said to the rebel leaders "I presume you are here to learn more about our messages of revolution and probably to discuss what we can do to help you. Lets start with the revolution" said President Temmigen as he turned on a screen at one end of the room; and the lights went dim.

[Canton Empire]

Canton Empire will send the 22nd Border Patrol Regiment. Will remain at DEFCON 3: that is, ready to invade the Glorious Nation.
Total Force: 25,000 ground troops.

Signed, Emperor Justinian I of Piedmont

[Glorious Happy Funtime Nation]

With the connection to the Colonies severed, the Minister decided to go for a walk. He was getting annoyed with his colleagues' endless jabber. After slipping into a lead-lined suit, he went out into the city. After the purge a year ago it had gotten quiet, if it weren't for the hum of machines moving around him it would be silent. His few moments of peace were interrupted by a few urgent messages. They were massing troops in Canton and there were talks between the Colonies and the Socialists. Wonderful.

To begin with, he began shuffling troops around. He figured five Glorians to each Canton would suffice for a show of power. It would take a few days to get them all there but all in all it was a simple enough task.

Meanwhile, in a conference room far from the Minister, there were a lot of confused people trying to make sense of a presentation. Some of the slower rebels were having a lot of trouble grasping the meaning of things like 'autonomy' and 'freedom'. Luckily, most had others near them that could explain it all. One in particular stood out. He wasn't the brightest, nor the largest, but he had a force of personality that made him the de facto leader of the leaders of the rebellion. -011986.3, though he had taken to calling himself Ninate (98) recently, watched the presentation closely, absorbing every word.

As for the meeting... He was just going to let what happened happen. There were rebels in the Colonies, that was enough for him, if he needed he could simply pump men and money into them until he had an ally. Well, hopefully. Oh, rebels, that reminded him- he had his own to deal with. According to recent reports they were beginning to organize in places where his soldiers were stretched thin, though most were still located in the Great Farm. Miles upon miles of farmland were hard to control so it only made sense. It also only made sense to immediately begin dispatching regiments to drive them out.

[The Antartic Colonies]

There was panic within the artificially lighted conference room. As order slowly emerged from the chaos of people, The AC Secretary of Defense, Dr. Michael Keenan, stepped up to the podium to address the crowd. Only minutes before, as Council Chief Hypatia Alexander and FRUS Secretary of State Xu Gutenburg were admiring the South Pole through the nearby atrium windows, gunfire had erupted and shattered the glass. A security detail surrounded the Council Chief, with Dr. Keenan weilding an automatic pistol and ripping shots into the terrorists. In what seemed a microcosm of Eternity, the gunfight ended in the slaughter of the terrorist company.

Dr. Keenan was still sweating from the stress of the moment. Everything he had planned had almost unravelled *twice*. First, as the surviving conscripted rubes from GHFN wandered up to the broken atrium window, they tried to hail him by name to ask for their next set of orders. Putting a whole clip of 9mm rounds into their faces was all he could do to shut them up! And second - Council Chief Alexander was in criticial condition, but not dead. Dr. Keenan had prepared for this contingency, at least - he had a security plant in the paramedic team. As they were giving first aid to Dr. Alexander, Dr. Keenan gave him a nod. Quietly, as the agent was asked to hand over a bottle of Morphine, he slipped the bottle into his pocket and produced a mislabelled bottle of Succinylcholine to hand to the other paramedics. Like clockwork, Dr. Alexander stopped breathing and was rushed to the ER. Should she still survive, Dr. Keenan will have special plans for Dr. Alexander. No one plans for ages to eliminate a despised threat without the option to "twist the knife" if possible - and it looks like Dr. Keenan will get his wish. Could be worse, he thought to himself as he composed himself for the cameras.

"My friends - please calm yourselves," Dr. Keenan began. He surveyed the crowd, hoping for some traction, and he soon saw the first signs that people were focusing on him. Excellent. "The threat has been eliminated. I am here to inform you and those watching at home that Dr. Alexander has been the victim of an assassination attempt. As I speak, her future is uncertain. We will inform you of details on her status as they become available." Dr. Keenan surveyed the room, the cameras zooming in on his face. If his arrangements with the news producers go as they promised, both he and they will make fortunes off this tragedy. LYNX News will be the sole provider of government announcements and insight, and he will have a firm grip on the hearts and minds of the sheep that make up the Antartic Colonies. His heart was racing faster and faster as he thought about this. He fought hard to keep a smile from drawing upon his otherwise stoic face.

Now, he thought to himself - time for the punchline. "But, there are some details that we have been able to determine, and I will list them for you now. First, our sources tell us that the terrorists are based out of a nearby rogue nation called the Canton Empire. By Right of Ascension in the Colonial Charter, I am assuming all duties of the Council Chief - and I promise everyone here that JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED! They will *not* go unpunished for this act of tyranny upon our soverign nation!"

"Second - the reason for this attack is because our Council Chief has expressed concerns over our involvement with our 'so-called' allies, the Universal Socialists. They have been playing us to wage a needless war with the peaceful and noble peoples of the Glorious Happy Funtime Nation. Ever since we began to receive some of their refugees, our refusal to kowtow to the Socialists' lust for war lead to this attack upon us by one of their allies. They compromised our security during this visit, and I *warned* my friend Hypatia, the Council Chief, just moments before this travesty exploded upon her, and upon us all. Therefore, I am revoking Mr. Gutenburg's invitation and am asking for him and his people to leave immediately. We will *never* betray the trust and good will we have forged with our quiet allies in the Glorious Nation."

Dr. Keenan surveyed the crowd again. All were quiet - no cheers, no sobs, no cries. Only the howls of the wind from the poorly covered holes made by the gunfire upon the atrium windows. Dr. Keenan took a breath, and began his last leg of his annoucements. "And finally, the worst news I have to share. My poor brothers and sisters - it has also become clear that there are sympathetic influences within our own borders for the Communists. Apologists who will allow terrorism to wrack our nation and our people - even so far as to volunteer to unwravel everything Dr. Alexander has done to bring Freedom and Prosperity to our frozen lands! My agents are right now consolidating a list of suspects, but lack the authority to act upon it. If it wasn't for those Apologists and their dark influence upon the Council, this very tragedy may have been avoided. Therefore, I plead to you all - join with me, help me, and stay with me as we walk this road together through this longest night. I swear, upon my honor as a Colonial Citizen, I will give my *life* to protect you all!"

And thus it began... the New Era.

(Edit: Fixed a typo)

[Bruissa]

Bruissan Supreme Leader of Bruissa Cezar Cerrito has Sent the Bruissan Squad Six to get Ready to attack the Gloruis Nation

[Glorious Happy Funtime Nation]

"I just can't catch a break..." the Minister murmured, alone in the conference room with the rotting corpse of the Minister of War, "Looks like these... Bruissan fellows are massing troops now. Can't quit get an estimate on their numbers, but there's only, eh... Just under 700 million in their nation. Let's drop 50 thousand or so on their border to spook them off. That sh-"

The minister was interrupted by urgent news. It looked like his friends in the south had put those men to good use, and were now in control. Looks like some Cantonian soldiers did it... A terrorist strike. Clever. He began dialing the Good Doctor-turned-Council Chief to offer aid and military support. Just for good measure, he typed up a quick message for the soldiers on the Cantonian front to prepare for battle- this cold war looked as if it might begin heating up soon. Finally, a use for all those nice hydrogen weapons they'd been stockpiling for however many hundreds of years.

[Universal Socialism]

OOC: Actually if you check http://www.nstracker.net/glorious_happy ... e=military The Armed Labor Camp of Glorious Happy Funtime Nation doesn't have 50 million troops.


IC: Secretary of State Xu Gutenburg couldn't believe what he was hearing. Dr. Micheal Keenan was cutting off the alliance between Universal Socialism, and The Antartic Colonies. To make matters worse he was setting up an alliance with the Glorious happy Funtime Nation. Something had to be done about this.

Just a few minutes earlier a large group of terrorists busted into the room and attacked. The secret service security detail did their jobs and sprung into action as soon as bullets started flying. Two agents shoved Gutenburg under a table while another two pulled out their concealed pistols and opened fire on the attackers. Then a special forces team busted into the room and opened fire on the attackers with their assault rifles. Soon another special forces team and another secret service team also busted into the room and finished off the attackers. However the F.R.U.S. security detail didn't receive any of the credit, at least not from Dr. Keenan who ripped an entire pistol magizine into the terrorists with much enthusiasm.

Now Gutenburg stepped up to the podium to give his rebuttal speech. "Friends, allies, and the alike I warn against making such rash decisions. First of all we wouldn't dare compromise your security, in-matter-in-fact our security detail contributed to stopping those terrorists. Second-of-all I warn against making alliances with the Glorians, for it is well known that they have a bad record of atrocities. In-matter-in-fact they publicly admit that they commit many atrocities and actively oppress their people. Ask yourselves would it be morally appropriate to condone and even aid such tyrants. Furthermore I recommend you re-consider eliminating all socialists within your borders, for doing that would go against the very freedoms and democratic values you desire to protect! As both a friends and an ally I urge you to avoid making rash decisions and to be wary of trying to make allies with such tyrants such as the Glorians, or making your leader one of their supporters."

With that Gutenburg signaled his security detail and left the room. He made up that speech on the fly and admitted it wasn't the best of speeches he and the F.R.U.S. administration had come up with, but it was better then just leaving without saying anything and looking like he was guilty. As he got outside and back to the plane Gutenburg pulled out his phone and dailed President Temmigen.


In the Whitehouse...
President Vladimir Temmigen has just finished giving his presentation to the Glorian rebel leaders. Now as the lights turned back on he was offering them assistance in their rebellion. "We are more then willing to provide anything your movement requires" offered Temmigen. "Whether it be weapons, ammunition, food, medical supplies, vehicles, fuel, or money we can provide it. We can also send special forces teams to help train your personnel as well as provide covert military assistance. We already have a shipment of supplies ready to be smuggled to your forces. Of course we require I location where we know we can drop them off and your forces will be there to pick them up, but that can be arranged."

Just then the desk assistant walked into the room. "Mr. President" informed the desk assistant "you have an urgent call from your Secretary of State." "Apologies but it appears I have urgent business to attend" the President said to the rebel leaders "in the meantime I suppose this gives you a chance to think over my offers." With that the President told the desk assistant to take care of the rebel leaders until he returned and turned to leave the room.

As Temmigen quickly walked into his office and picked up the phone he muttered to himself "this had better be important if it's worth interrupting an important meeting for." As Secretary of State Xu Gutenburg informed President of the bad turn of events he realized that the situation was a lot more grim then he had first thought. "How long can you remain in The Antartic Colonies?" asked President Temmigen. "According to the standard procedure of diplomatic removals about 24 hours, however I will need a few of those hours to get out of Antartic airspace." "Well take about 12 hours to talk to the other council members and see if you can get support for our nation from one of them" the President ordered "we must not lose the Colonists to the Glorians!"

With that Temmigen ended the call and called up Intelligence Director Lucas Chen. "Listen up, I have a very important assignment for you" President Temmigen told Director Chen "I need you to send some agents to The Democratic Republic of The Antartic Colonies and have them protect Dr. Hypatia Alexander, she must stay alive!" After ending that conversation Temmigen dialed up his embassy within The Antartic Colonies and told the staff there to pack up and get back to Universal Socialism ASAP. After that he called Secretary of Defense Mark Stein. "Make preparations for an invasion of The Democratic Republic of The Antartic Colonies" President Vladimir Temmigen ordered grimly "we have a proxy war on the horizon."

After ending that conversation at last it was time to head back and to the conference room and find out if the rebel leaders' thoughts on the messages of revolution as well as the offers for aid.

[Glorious Happy Funtime Nation]

((I'm pretty sure there have been a few events where I put everyone who could walk in my military. Should I go by that or nstracker? I'm pretty sure they're just dropping a flat rate without considering individual nations.))

The rebels sat silently, thinking. Aid? Training? Would the Liberators really give them that? Should they accept? Ninate cleared his throat. "Oh, Liberator, your help would be much, eh... Appre... Preci... Apprecilated. We are soldiers, but our friends in the country aren't." To emphasize his point, he pulled out his knife and slit the throat of the rebel to his left. "Training would be good for them or they'd be like this man right quickly. Ammo and weapons too. Anything but food. If they had food, there'd be no reason to fight." The other rebels had begun to clean and dress the fallen man, quickly disposing of his remains.

"Would you really give this to us? Would help a lot. Uh, also, if you could, educators would be much helpful. We used the radios so had a bit of language training, but our countrymen... Not so much."

[The Antartic Colonies]

"No! As a member of this Council I *must* disagree!"

Dr. Sumalee Sonaneekohn, a small-framed lady, stands waving a heavy document in her hands as she shouts towards Dr. Michael Keenan at the other end of the Council Chamber. She is taken aback at the shock and anger erupting on his face, but does not waver in her resolve. She continues to protest the Emergency Powers legislation.

"Not only does this put unchecked power into the hands of one individual - yours - but I am disappointed that you are already implementiong a computer-spying program throughout the Colonies! You may have promised to run your administration like Dr. Alexander did, but you are a *far cry* from being even a mockery of her prowess. She carefully tailered our society to best reflect the wishes of the Council, but you have been riding roughshod over our concerns and the allowances we have already granted to you. You, sir, have gone too far and I want to put it on the record that we need to revisit this emergency appointment."

Dr. Keenan, trying not to draw his pistol, can feel a blood vessel in his temple pounding from the sheer rage he has for this upstart Council member. After a moment to compose himself, he tries to short-circuit his most vocal critic. "So, Dr. Sonaneekohn, what do you propose? Would you like to come over to this chair and take my place? Hmm? Do you think you can do this job better than me? Do you think you can protect this nation - our people - better than *I* can? Do you even *know* what kinds of troop build-ups I have been monitoring near our borders lately!?"

Dr. Sonaneekohn didn't take the bait. "I think we should have an election - let the *people* decide. You know, like in a *real* democracy." She let her words bite the air, and the entire Council chamber erupted into debate.

Dr. Keenan stroked his hair back (what's left of it) and tried to put an end to the debate. "I believe you are well aware of the problems with that, madam. Now, if you'll excuse me." Dr. Keenan faked a cell phone call and abruptly left the Council Chamber. Gritting his teeth, he called his secretary. "I want Dr. Sonaneekohn's files & history on my desk in 30 minutes. I want to know everything on her - and her circle of friends." He notices a missed call - from the Glorious Happy Funtime Nation. He strides to his office to return the call, curious to know what the Minister of Foreign Relations had to request - or offer. He licked his lips, hoping it was another offer of support.

Dr. Sonaneekohn breathed a somber sigh and sat back down, only noticing now how much her hands were shaking. She wasn't accustomed to being so vocal. She has always been the quiet type - growing up in a middle-class family in Bangkok, Thailand; getting a Ph.D. in Information Analysis at UTSC in Hefei, China; and Zhongshan Station, working officially as a technology expert but also worked for the MSS (Ministry of State Security) to spy on Western research station communications prior to Independence. She was no stranger to spy operations, and she had friends who are now being drafted into The Vigilant, including Bao-Zhi Chen - who's secretly more than just a friend.

She was also well aware of the issues, both public and otherwise. Days earlier, as Xu Gutenburg of the FRUS was expelled from the country, she had a page stop him to let him know that the FRUS still has friends, and they can depend on her and her staff to help keep relations alive. She also knew that the announcement of Dr. Alexander's death was an exaggeration - she is still in a coma, but has been moved to McMurdo Station on Ross Island for observation. She has already forwarded this to her intelligence contact in FRUS, in the hopes for help to rectify the crisis before it spirals further out of control. Sumalee could smell a cover-up, but why? And, more importantly, for what end?