E Pluribus (IC)

by **New Hampshire Republic** » Wed Feb 18, 2015 4:26 pm

"Out of Many, ~~One~~"

Welcome to the "E Pluribus" roleplay.

OOC

MAP (UPDATED 2/28/15 AT 10:22 PM EST)

BACKGROUND

In 1863, disputes among the different members of the Confederate States of America caused a division, resulting in an even larger civil war. Soon, the Union took back much of Virginia and North Carolina, but were pushed back by member states of the Coalition of Liberty. This defeat drew division in the North (i.e., "Lincoln is a terrible leader." "The military should take the government, and handle it right.," "No, we should have just a legislative and judicial branch.," etc.), which led to the dissolving of the United States of America. In 1871, the fighting was ceased by the Treaty of Richmond, which established the borders of each nation, and established a (ill-fated) 10-year grace period. From 1871-1876, the collection of small nations lived in harmony, until the fire nation attacked. Just kidding. In 1876, the Texas Republic attacked a trading post in the Mississippi Dominion, which led to war between the two and their allies, ceasing trade along the Mississippi and Missouri Rivers. This brought more conflict, and between 1876 and 1899, the former United States were enveloped in a massive war. In 1900, the fighting ceased again with the Treaty of St. Louis, which dissolved Texas, Mississippi, and Huron. Also in St. Louis, the Coalition of Liberty was re-founded, gaining previously unheard of members. In 1914, tensions boiled over in Europe, and the Great War began. The Coalition joined in, and helped push back the Central Powers. In 1916, the Kingdom of Columbia (which encompassed Washington and Oregon) fell, yielding several new, friendlier republics. In 1917, the war ended, and in 1918, the Treaty of Bern was signed, dissolving the German kaiser-led state, and replaced it with the German Republic. The republic was allowed to rebuild its land, and was forced to pay for some of the war damages in France, Russia, and the UK. The German economy progressed, and prospered, due to a new openness to trade caused by the establishment of the Republic.

In 1934, the stock market in New York City crashed, after nearly fifteen years of prosperity. From 1934-1943, the former United States felt a slump in the economy. However, in 1945, the Common Market Agreement, opened the economic borders between members of the Coalition of Liberty, and several other nations, causing the economy to recover somewhat. By the 1950s, prosperity had come back. Between 1950 and 2000, prosperity and peace spread throughout the North American continent (despite a minor war on the Pacific Coast in 1972, which was caused by a clerical error.).

It is now 2016, and it is your job to heal old wounds (after all, grudges are a thing.), and bring upon peace or war, prosperity or depression, liberty or fascism, upon the people of your nation.

CURRENT NATIONS

by **Togeria** » Wed Feb 18, 2015 5:04 pm

Hoover sat up, and looked out the window of his office in the capital building. It was a nice day clear skies, welcomed after the bouts of rain they had gotten. It was a peaceful day, and quiet one at the office, a perfect time for him to think. He'd been elected on the principles of peace and security, but now he had to find a way to change his nations view. Over the years nations like Texas and Calofornia have grown stronger, and he didn't like it. Soon they would try to expand, and he knew if he didn't play his cards right, Colorado would be come their next victim. It was with this he was assured there is only one way to go, create a south western union. He readied the military as he looked to annex New Mexico, and if possible take the four corners as a whole.

But there was a problem, there always was a problem. Not only did he have to convince his fellow Coloradians this was the best course, he had to get Calofornia and Texas off his back long enough for it to follow through. Later that day he would have his minister of foreign affairs contact California, asking for a meeting. If possible he could a non-aggression pact out it, not only that, but seeing Colorado and Calofornia getting closer could get that hawk Texas away from them, even if temporary.

by **Russian people of america** » Wed Feb 18, 2015 8:12 pm

The white house, at one time the president of the United States would live here, leading his nation through the dangers presented to them. Now it was the house of the president of the Republic of Virginia, Joseph Lee. Joseph was a direct descendant of Virginia General Robert R. Lee, who worked to bring the United States down. He looked down at his desk, he was to prepare a speech to give to Virginia's citizens over the icy relations with New Africa. He knew the main issue was the difference of race and the age old hatred between the confederate-like state, and the southern Georgian nation. Still, war had been avoided, and he was determined to not be the president to begin yet another war. He began to write the speech. The troops at the base were training, the farmers plowing their fields, the musicians playing, all was normal in the republic. The economy was stable, but most agreed that it could become stronger if a trade agreement was reached, possibly with a northern nation.

by **Alsheb** » Thu Feb 19, 2015 5:04 am

Free Republic of New Africa
Power to the People!

January 2016
Presidential Building, Atlanta
Free Republic of New Africa

President Malcom Haywood was sitting at his desk, pondering over important political subjects.
One of these were the relations to the nations in the north. Carolina was usually not much of a problem. Although they received an influx of White emigrés after the Revolution, and still retained some of that odious old Southerner mentality, they usually kept to themselves and didn't bother New Africa much.
However, the bigger problem could be Virginia. That state of rednecks, led by a descendant of one of America's greatest criminals and biggest enemies of Blacks everywhere: Robert Lee. Even worse, the Virginian president even seemed to be proud of that fact. Typical redneck.

Haywood himself came from the humblest of beginnings. Growing up in the slums of Atlanta, he had seen it all: segregation, discrimination, racism, drug gangs, organised crime, street punks, redneck lynch mobs. The President smiled. Long ago, the then United States of America used to keep its population quiet and obeying by the great lie of the "American Dream": the idea that every man could rise from the bottom to the very top of society, by the fruits of their own labour. Total nonsense, of course.
But here he was, Malcolm Haywood, son of a factory worker and an unemployed mother, having lived half his life in abject poverty, but now President of New Africa and leader of the free Blacks of America. He had achieved the "American Dream" in this country that was diametrically different from what the old US had stood for.
And all this, he owed to the Black Panther Party.

Coming back from his reminiscing, Malcolm set back to work. Time to read up on recent events in the rest of the East Coast, and preparing his next speech to the National Assembly.

by **New Hampshire Republic** » Thu Feb 19, 2015 7:04 am

CAROLINA REPUBLIC
RALEIGH
CAPITOL BUILDING
8:00 AM

Representative Jacques Pierce walked somberly into the Senate chamber, the air crisp with a winter's breeze, and an all-to-recent snowstorm. Pierce, a man born in New Quebec, was used to his weather. He still could not wrap his head around at a how terribly the people down here dealt with snow. One inch of snow could really screw this place up, he thought to himself, as he sat in his third row seat.

The bill at vote this morning was the "An Embargo on trade with the Republic of New Quebec." Of course Pierce had an issue with this, as he had family still back in places like Boston and Saent-Malo, who depended on some of the Tar Heel's goods (his grandfather took special care for his cigars he had imported from here).

At 8:06 AM, the Speaker entered the chamber, and the Senators recited the Pledge of Allegiance, and were on to the bill.

"Good morning everybody...the bill on the floor today is the 'Embargo on the Republic of New Quebec.'" said the Speaker.
'The clerk will now read the purpose of the bill."
"Thank you chair." The clerk replied. "The purpose of bill number eighty-four (That was its formal name) is to "Place an Government sanctioned embargo on any goods coming from the Republic of New Quebec, along with any Carolinian goods going into the Republic of New Quebec."

Over the next ten minutes, they went back and forth on the bill, asking various points of information about it, such as "How much money would our businesses lose." or "Wouldn't this cause fish prices to rise?" Pierce got sick of this frivolous babble, and stood.

"The Chair recognizes Senator Pierce."
"Thank you chair. I would like to make a motion to proceed from the previous question."
"This motion is noted. Are there any seconds?"

The roam roared with the word "second."

"This motion has been properly seconded. Any objections?"

Not a peep.

"Hearing none, the motion passes. We will now move on to pro-con debate. The floor will entertain a "con" speaker."

Pierce was only one of a small few to raise their placard at that point.

"The Chair recognizes Senator Hurton."

"Damn.," Pierce thought, as the nincompoop that was Senator James Hurton stood from his chair. This man had not won an argument in five years. As expected, he failed...hard...and returned to his chair.

After him, Senate all-star David Conway was recognized, and gave a rousing speech in favor of the embargo.

"Fellow Tar Heels" He began. He always started with that. No one knew why. Or, rather, the specific reason. "the Republic of New Quebec has been shown to be unruly and tyrannous in its ways. It claims to be a republic, but instead regresses to the form of an empire, with its conquering of the northern parts of the former states of Rhode Island and Connecticut, all-but destroying our once noble ally, the New England Confederacy. This embargo would teach a valuable lesson to the New Quebecois government, especially their leader, whom I hear is rather fond of JR Cigarettes."

Laughter ensued.

"In closing, the imperialist war machine of the New Quebecois Republic must stopped at once, even if that does mean a slight expense to the Carolina Republic. I yield my time to the floor."

Applause followed. Pierce so badly wanted to show Conway his favorite finger, him knowing that Pierce had relatives in New Quebec.

"The Chair will recognize a 'con' speaker...Is there such a speaker."

Many of those whom raised their placards before treated to the depths of their chairs. Except Pierce, of course.

"The Chair recognizes Senator Pierce."

"Thank you chair. Fellow Senators, the Carolina Republic has always prided itself on being a free market state, and yet we propose cutting off trade with another nation. This seems oxymoronic is dull-headed, as if a nation truly wishes to be capitalist, it would have open arms to all nations, not just those whom are our greatest allies. The New Quebecois Republic produces much of this nation's fish, and I doubt many of you would like to see the prices of salmon, cod, flounder, etc., to skyrocket. And an embargo, as proven against Colorado in the 70s, are dangerous and evil to perform! The nation starves from the inside, and all it does is bring the afflicted nation to overthrow their ruler, then despise us. I wish not to see "To Hell With the Tar Heel!" signs in Boston or Saent-Malo in the news while eating breakfast, I want to see "God Bless the Tar Heel!" Instead of starving the Quebecois, we could enlighten them of their evil ways. I yield my time to the floor."

Applause was heard from the liberal side of the chambers, and even the staunchly free-market conservatives cheered. Conway scowled.

"We will now revert to the passage of this bill. Are there any objections?"

More than half of the room yelled "Objection!"

"Objections noted and warranted. For all those in favor of this bill, please stand, and in a normal speaking voice say 'aye.'"

About half.

"For all those opposed, please stand, and in a normal speaking voice, say "nay."

For the next five minutes trembled in his chair, as he watched the Chair and the Clerk debate. They went through a thorough re-count - twice - and then they had their decision.

"In the opinion of the chair, the nays have it."

The Speaker banged his gabble three times, and the proceedings proceeded. Pierce was relieved.

(This Concerns you, Noveau Quebec!)

by **The New Byzantine** » Thu Feb 19, 2015 7:47 am

~ Empire of Alaska ~

New Archangel, Russian Imperium

History of New Archangel
New Archangel's location was originally settled by the Tlingit people over 10,000 years ago. The Russians settled Old Sitka in 1799, calling it Redoubt Saint Michael (Russian: форт Архангела Михаила, Fort Arkhangela Mikhaila). The governor of Russian America, Alexander Baranov, arrived under the auspices of the Russian-American Company, a colonial trading company chartered by tsar Paul I. In 1802, Tlingit warriors "clad in animal-headed helmets and armour" destroyed the original establishment, killing 24 Russians and 200 Aleuts, enslaving the rest, with only a few managing to escape. Baranov was forced to levy 10,000 rubles in ransom for the safe return of the surviving settlers.

Baranov returned to Sitka in 1804 with 150 Russians and 700 Aleuts with the Russian warship Neva. The ship bombarded the Tlingit fort but was not able to cause significant damage. The Russians then launched an attack on the fort and were repelled by Tlingit fighters and marksmen. However, the Tlingit gunpowder reserves had been lost before the Russian assault and the Tlingit were forced to leave the fort.

Following their victory at the Battle of Sitka, the Russians established New Archangel as a permanent settlement named after Arkhangelsk, the largest city in the region where Baranov was born. The Tlingit re-established a fort on the Chatham Strait side of Peril Strait to enforce a trade embargo with the Russian establishment. In 1808, with Baranov still governor, Sitka was designated the capital of Russian America.

The Cathedral of Saint Michael was built in Sitka in 1848 and became the seat of the Russian Orthodox bishop of Kamchatka, the Kurile and Aleutian Islands, and Alaska. The original church burnt to the ground in 1966, but was restored to its original appearance, with the deliberate exception of its clockface, which is black in photographs taken prior to 1966, but white in subsequent photos.

"As out of the way as it appears now, the settlement was once known as the "Paris of the Pacific;" for the first half of the nineteenth century, it was the most important port on the West Coast." - Tsar Zhukov II

Geography
According to the Imperial Russian Bureau, the borough is the largest incorporated city by area in the Russian Imperium with a total area of 4,811 square miles (12,460.4 km2), of which 2,870 square miles (7,400 km2) is land and 1,941 square miles (5,030 km2) (40.3%) is water. The non-city Alaskan borough of North Slope Borough is the largest incorporated area in the Russian Imperium.

New Archangel displaced Juneau as the largest incorporated city in the Alaskan Region of the Russian Imperium upon the 2000 incorporation with 2,874 square miles (7,440 km2) of incorporated area. Juneau's incorporated area is 2,717 square miles (7,040 km2).

Climate
New Archangelhas an oceanic climate (Köppen Cfb) with moderate, but generally cool, temperatures and abundant precipitation.

Average annual precipitation is 131.74 inches (3,350 mm); average seasonal snowfall is 33 inches (84 cm), falling on 233 and 19 days respectively.

The mean annual temperature is 45.3 °F (7.4 °C), with monthly means ranging from 36.4 °F (2.4 °C) in January to 57.2 °F (14.0 °C) in August.

Only 5.1 days per year see highs at or above 70 °F (21 °C); conversely, there are only 10 days with the high not exceeding freezing.

Economy
In 2010, New Archangel two largest employers were the South East Alaska Regional Health Consortium (SEARHC), employing 482 people, and the New Archangel School District, employing 250 people. However, there are more people employed in the seafood industry than in any other sector. An estimated 18% of New Archangel's population earns at least a portion of their income from fishing and seafood harvesting and processing. Many Sitkans hunt and gather subsistence foods such as fish, deer, berries, seaweeds and mushrooms for personal use.

Within the total 2010 population of 8,881 residents, an estimated 7,161 were over 16 years of age. Of residents aged 16 and over, an estimated 4,692 were employed within the civilian labor force, 348 were unemployed (looking for work), 192 were employed in the armed forces (U.S. Coast Guard), and 1,929 were not in the labor force. The average unemployment rate between 2006 and 2010 was 6.9%. The median household income in 2010 inflation adjusted dollars was $62,024. An estimated 4.3% of all families / 7% of all residents had incomes below the poverty level "in the past twelve months"(2010).

New Archangel's power is generated by dams at Blue Lake and Green Lake, with supplemental power provided by burning diesel when electric demand exceeds hydro capacity. In December 2012 the Blue Lake Expansion project began, which will create 27 percent more electricity for the residents of New Archangel The project is expected to be finished by December 2014.

Port
New Archangel is the 6th largest port by value of seafood harvest in the United States. International trade is relatively minor, with total exports and imports valued at $474,000 and $146,000, respectively, in 2005 by the Imperial Russian Association of Port Authorities. The port has the largest harbor system in Alaska with 1,347 permanent slips.

New Archangel was a busy seaport on the west coast of North America, mentioned a number of times by Dana in his popular account of an 1834 sailing voyage Two Years Before the Mast. After transfer of Alaska to permanent Imperial Russian rule, the Pacific Coast Steamship Company began tourist cruises to Sitka in 1884. By 1890, Sitka was receiving 5000 tourist passengers a year.

Demographics
As of the 2010 Imperial Russian Census, there were 8,881 people residing in the borough. The racial makeup of the borough, based on one race alone or in combination with one or more other races, was, 74.2% White, 1% Black or African American, 24.6% Native American, 8.1% Asian, 0.9% Pacific Islander, 1.8% from other races. An estimated 4.9% of the population were Hispanic or Latino of any race.

There were 3,545 households out of which 29.5% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 45.5% were married couples living together, 10.7% had a female householder with no husband present, 6.1% had a male householder with no wife present, and 37.6% were non-families. The average household size was 2.43 and the average family size was 3.01.

Transportation
New Archangel is only accessible by boat or plane as it is a series of islands in the Pacific Ocean. Vehicles are usually brought to New Archangel via the Alaska Marine Highway ferry system. However, a vehicle is not an absolute necessity in New Archangel as there are only 14 miles of road from one end of the island to another. Most everything is within walking distance from the downtown area which is where a majority of employers are situated. There is also public transportation available.

By air, New Archangel International Airport offers service from jet and regional carrier Alaska Airlines and charter and bush community carrier Harris Aircraft Services.

Delays in fall and winter due to New Archangel's weather are frequent. The airport is located on Japonski Island, which is connected to Baranof Island by the O'Connell Bridge. The O'Connell Bridge, completed in 1972, was the first vehicular cable-stayed bridge in the Russian Imperium. The New Archangel Seaplane Base is seaplane landing area situated in the Sitka Channel, adjacent to the airport.

Ferry travel back and forth to Juneau, Ketchikan and other towns in Southeast Alaska is provided through the Alaska Marine Highway System. The ferry terminal is located 7 miles (11 km) north of downtown and a ferry ticket costs about $49 per person each way to Juneau (as of July 2013). Vehicles, pets and bicycles can also be taken on the ferry for an additional charge.

New Archangel's location on the outer coast of the Alaska Panhandle is removed from routes run through Chatham Strait. This, in addition to the tides of Peril Straits that allow mainline vessels through only at slack tide combine to result in no designated service by a vessel and minimal service overall. However, the AMHS is often the mode of transportation of choice when the schedule proves convenient because of its much cheaper cost.

Alaska Marine Lines, a barge and freight company, also has the ability to move cars to other communities connected to the mainland by road systems.

A three-way partnership of non-profits Center for Community, Sitka (New Archangel) Tribe of Alaska, and Southeast Senior Services offers public bus transit, funded by the Federal Transit Administration and the Alaska Department of Transportation. All buses are fully accessible, with services from 6:30 a.m. to 7:30 p.m., Monday through Friday.

In 2008, the League of Alaskan Bicyclists awarded New Archangel a bronze level in bicycle friendliness making New Archangel the first bicycle-friendly community in Alaska. In 2013, the Walk Friendly Communities program awarded Sitka with a bronze award, making New Archangel the first Alaska community with a Walk Friendly Communities designation. New Archangel is the only Alaska community to have both a Bicycle Friendly Community and a Walk Friendly Communities designation.

Education
=Colleges and Universities=
New Archangel hosts one active post-secondary institution, the University of Alaska Southeast-Sitka Campus, located on Japonski Island in an old World War II hangar. Sheldon Jackson College, a small Presbyterian-affiliated private college suspended operations in June, 2007, after several years of financial stress.

=Schools=

The New Archangel School District runs several schools in New Archangel, including New Archangel High School, Canadian High School, and American High School, as well as the town's only middle school, Blatchley Middle School. They also run a home school assistance program through Terry's Learning Center.

Mt. Edgecumbe High School, a State of Alaska-run boarding high school for rural, primarily Native, students, is located on Japonski Island adjacent to University of Alaska Southeast.

=Libraries=
Kettleson Memorial Library is the public library for Sitka. It receives about 100,000 guests annually and houses a collection of 75,000 books, audiobooks, music recordings, reference resources, videos (DVD and VHS) as well as an assortment of Alaskan and national periodicals. Its annual circulation is 133,000. The library is well known by visitors for its view. The large windows in front of the reading area look south across Eastern Channel towards the Pyramids.

Until its closing, Sitka was also home to Stratton Library, the academic library of Sheldon Jackson College.

Health Care
There are two hospitals located in New Archangel. The first, New Archangel Community Hospital, is located in the downtown area and offers a full range of health care services including general medical care, surgery, 24/7 emergency room, laboratory, radiology, rehabilitative services, outpatient clinic, home health, infusion therapy, visiting specialists and long term care. The second, Mt. Edgecumbe Hospital, is located across New Archangel Harbor on Japonski Island about one half mile from New Archangel International Airport. The facility is part of the Southeast Alaska Regional Health Consortium, or SEARHC, a non-profit tribal health consortium of 18 Native communities. The hospital serves as a regional referral center for people throughout Southeast Alaska, and also provides primary outpatient care. Numerous specialty clinics are offered at the hospital that are not available in the smaller communities such as: neurology, orthopedic, dermatology, ophthalmology and denture clinic.

by **New Hampshire Republic** » Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:04 am

CAROLINA REPUBLIC
RALEIGH
EXECUTIVE MANSION
7:56 PM

President Easton was a young man, only the age thirty-seven at the time of his election, making him the youngest president in Carolina's history. He was charming as well, reminiscent almost of some young senator in New England. He was also charismatic, popular with his people, and renowned across the globe for his cautious but cheerful attitude. He was educated at the Campbell University School of Law in Raleigh, and served three two-year terms as a representative in the General Assembly for Raleigh. In 2005, he became the Senator for Wake County, earning him national recognition. In 2011, he was made President Gray's Secretary of State, and traveled the globe on missions for Carolina, helping heal the wounds with Colorado. In 2012, he announced his intentions for presidency for the 2014 election. In 2013, he was voted past the primaries with 52% of the vote. In 2014, he dominated the opposition, Liberal Party member, Johnathan Geard, with 68% of the vote, nationwide.

In his inauguration, he promised to further relations with New Africa, which had been strained by the horrifying Charleston Race Riots of 2001, and the fire bombing of the NAAACP (North American Association for the Advancement of Colored People) in Charlotte. He also promised to improve relations with Colorado and Virginia, the former due to the war fought with them in the 1970s, and the latter due to the trade disputes on the Chesapeake.

In 2015, he traveled across the Republic, speaking in Raleigh, Charlotte, Charleston, Wilmington, Elizabeth City, Virginia Beach, and Norfolk. In Virginia Beach, a member of the White Seperatists' Army (WSA) attempted to kill Easton while his motorcade proceeded through the city. He fired eight shots at the president's car, only three actually making it within. The shooting led to the deaths of a Secret Service aide, and the Mayor of Norfolk. The shooter, JR Hampshire, was killed in a firefight later that day.

Tonight, the President of the Carolina Republic (POTCR) would be announcing his intentions to visit the other North American nations, and to hopefully resolve all of the continents conflicts.

"Good evening Carolina, this is the THT Nightly News. President Easton will be making a speech from his home in Raleigh tonight, on improving relations with other North American nations. The General Assembly is showing support for this, hoping to end the various wars encircling this continent. Earlier today, we received information that his key points would be bringing peace to the northeast, and to raise relations between Carolina and Colorado. His speech will begin momentarily."

Easton was waiting at the desk in front of the field of cameras. The TelePrompTer was glaring into his eyes, and his makeup made his face feel funny. He shuffled his papers, and looked straight into the cameras, as he saw his producer singing there were only three seconds until air.

He was ready.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the Carolina Republic."

The seal of the President showed on the screen, then faded away to show the man himself.

Good evening my fellow Carolinians. Tonight, I will ask for the people of Carolina to back me in my efforts to improve relations between Carolina, and her neighbors.

Although the Republic is generally unhated elsewhere, here at home, we have neighbors who have a negative attitude towards us. These neighbors believe that we are rude and barbaric, and to some of them, I see their point.

In 2001, members of the WSA firebombed the offices of the NAAACP in Charlotte, and started a violent riot in the city of Charlotte, because a black man became a member of the city council of that city. In 2003, thirty young girls were murdered in a heinous attack on the First Women's School in Greensboro, the shooters proclaiming that they have done good for this country by killing, and I quote, "stupid niggers." In 2004, a group of three black law students were shot on their way to their classes at Campbell. Also in that year, WSA members staged a terrorist attack on a black neighborhood in Charlotte, killing nearly fifty people. In 2006, a man shot three guards at the border between our nation and New Africa, then went to Atlanta to kill their leader. In 2007, a predominantly black school in Chapel Hill was firebombed. A few months after that, on Christmas Day, a predominantly black church was also firebombed. In 2010, fifteen were killed at a shooting of the magazine Edenton Weekly, a black run newspaper. In 2011, a shooting at a meeting of the NAAACP at ECU left twenty dead. Recently, last May, three young black men were ruthlessly beaten to death, right here in Raleigh. I could continue listing horrifying racist acts committed in this nation, but it would take up a speech on its own. It is because of these horrid events, that the people of New Africa are inclined not to visit here, not to do business here, and generally think we are bunch of backwards hicks. Let us change this stereotype, and learn to work together. This is the twenty-first century, and it depresses me that some people retain the same abhorrent view that some races are below others.

Over the past few years, several of our ships have been stopped within the Chesapeake Bay, simply for flying the flag of Carolina. The same has happened to ships of Virginia. We need to stop this instantly, and we need to form a better relationship with our northern neighbors. We share a vital waterfront, and we need to learn how to share it. We need to stop halting boats in the bay, and we need to make it easier for trade with our foreign partners to continue.

In the next few weeks, I will be visiting several countries on this continent, including Colorado, New Quebec, Virginia, New Africa, and the Russian Imperium. I hope that the people of this nation will stand with me in these endeavors, and hope that a newfound peace can be brought upon this land.

Thank you, and good night.

by **Alsheb** » Thu Feb 19, 2015 1:49 pm

January 2016
National People's Assembly, Atlanta
Free Republic of New Africa

President Haywood trod on the steps of the National Assembly. The building, once known as the Capitol Building of the State of Georgia, was a majestic sight indeed. High above the people below the flag of New Africa was proudly waving in the winter breeze. The great statues of some of New Africa's national heroes: civil rights leader Malcolm X, Black Panther Party founder Huey Newton and the original ideologue of the idea of a New Africa Robert Williams, commanded respect from everyone who passed by.

Malcolm Haywood stepped into the great hall of the Assembly, saluted the assembled members and sat down on the Presidential Chair, created in the like of the Zulu thrones of old, complete with the imagery of the spear and the hide shield.

"Fellow comrades, Members of the National Assembly. The Honourable Jeremiah Shabazz presiding!"

An elderly man in ceremonial attire entered the hall and got seated at the position of Chair of the Assembly.
"By the power vested in me in the name of the Free Republic of New Africa, Home of the Free and Second Fatherland of the African, I hereby declare the session of the right honourable National Assembly opened."

"First motion on the agenda. His Excellency Comrade Malcolm Haywood, President of the Free Republic of New Africa has the word

Malcolm stood up, and with thundering applause from the Assembly, walked towards the center. Having been General of the Black Liberation Army and one of the leaders of the African Revolution of 1996, President Haywood had extensive popularity amongst most of the nation's politicians as well as the people.

"Comrades! Fellow Members of the Assembly! Friends!

I come before you today to defend the Bill supporting closer relations with the Caroline Republic to the north. These neuighbours of ours have shown themselves reasonable as of late, by electing a President who openly pledges to increased cooperation along the East Coast.

Yes, my friends, the Carolinians have a lot to prove! The blood of our fellow Africans that has been shed in Carolina makes that abundantly clear! We shall never condone, permit or look away from such heinous acts! The blood of our African brothers demands justice! The racism and redneck mentality of some inhabitants of Carolina is something that must be punished. Justice must be served!
It is for that very reason that we have cut back cooperation with the Carolina Republic to the very bare minimum in recent years. We did not have a choice, for dealing with redneck murderers is a crime against all Africans evereywhere. This must be clear!

However, President Easton has shown wisdom indeed. He has not only appealed for a state visit to our proud Free Republic and for more cordial relations between our two countries. Even more, he has seen fit to finally put an end to the racist violence that has been plaguing Carolina for years. This is a promising start, my comrades. Note: I said start! We will not give our full trust to this nation before we see results.
But for now, this renewing and progressive stance of President Easton does give us the moral duty to give them a chance.

So I say: let them come here! Let President Easton lay out his plans for a just, multicultural Carolina, where Blacks can live free and safe! Let them come to us with propositions for increased cooperation and mayhaps one day even friendship.
Let's reach out the olive branch and show how New Africans conduct politics!

I salute you, honourable Members of the Assembly. I trust in your judgement.

Power to the People!

A loud and roaring applause was the reply to President Haywood's speech. Calmly and content, the President looked around the hall.
The Black Supremacists would oppose this bill, that he knew for sure. Cooperation with any sort of nation that had even the slightest redneck background was unspeakable to them. But for the rest of the Assembly, who constituted the absolute majority, this bill should be no problem to pass.

Motion Passed
225 pro (Black Panther Party, Communist Party of New Africa, National Association for the Advancement of Coloured People, Association of New African Trade Unions, New Africa Feminist Movement)
25 contra (Black Supremacist Movement)

by **Russian people of america** » Thu Feb 19, 2015 5:11 pm

The White House

President Joseph Lee finished the bill, soon he would be presenting it to the Senate, but first, he wanted to improve relations with their southern neighbor, Carolina. Throughout the Civil War the Carolinas and Virginia had been ally's, until Virginia's fall. After the Republic was formed relations had chilled. The two were similar, or used to be at least, both used to be confederate states, both used to be agricultural, and both wanted to improve relations with other nations. He had sent ambassadors the day before, they would arrive soon, of they hadn't already to speak on Virginia's behalf. Joseph was afraid, the small black population was on the brink of revolt due to the racism in the nation, the radical white supremacist wanted to take control and attack New Africa, and some wanted a new government in general. War would bring unity and patriotism to the state, but he couldn't start one, he wanted to avoid war. He knew soon he had to do something though, something to stop the radicals and rebels.

by **Cyrisnia** » Thu Feb 19, 2015 7:41 pm

"Compagnie! Avec moi!"

Albany, New England Confederacy.

The past week's push had been relatively successful for the Republic. The confederacy had made one last gamble, and its failure was now costing them their latest Capital, Albany. The past three days have seen shellings and bombing raids on the city, and most of its population, albiet most of it retreating soldiers trying to hold a line, evacuate or surrender. A small but determined garrison occupied the city, numbering 1,000 at most. The 5,250 strong infantry contingent and 20 tanks leading the final push into the city. They cleared building after building for hostile forces, and any they could not clear out became a target for the tank fire. Gunshots echoed throughout the day and night, eventually stopping around 3 AM, when the General of the confederacy finally agreed to a cease fire and peace talks. Everyone on both sides knew what would happen, however. "Peace Talks" were a kind way of saying surrender. It had been the case with the Republic's annexation of most of upper New York. Fight, Peace Talks, rest, repeat. The campaign had been going on for a few years, yes, and the process was slow, but when the Republic took control of Buffalo under their Generals Wożuczyński and Kaniatariio two and a half years ago, it became somewhat evident that the Confederacy was past its heyday, and already too far behind to fix its military. WIP, will resume in a few minutes. Need to do something.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Fri Feb 20, 2015 9:03 pm

Grand Michigan Alliance
Chicago, CH, January 2016

Michigan Capitol Building,
10:54 AM CST

The newly-elected President Grant sipped a cup of coffee, while his secretary was typing away on a typewriter she had placed on her desk, which was in the small entryway just outside of Grant's office. The president then began to speak, seemingly to no one, although his secretary was able to hear him.
"I'm going to make some changes around here. I'm not going to let Michigan be looked at like a pushover of a nation. All of this neutrality is complete bullshit, and it's time we take action. I'll do whatever it takes to give the Grand Michigan Alliance's name even an ounce of respect. You just watch." he said, and at this point it appeared that he was trying to prove himself to a person who was not actually in the room. Whatever the case, he knew that staying true to his words would be quite a difficult endeavor indeed, with so few candidates to invade. If he tried to take Virginia, it would be outright suicidal. He straightened up, thinking to New Quebec. Although he had never visited that particular nation before, he had heard accounts that they didn't have a particularly large military. Still, he was the first Conservative president that had been elected since 1959, which in its own right was extraordinary. There was work to be done before he could establish Michigan as a superpower, or at least get it on its way.
"Karen, could you send in Vice President Clark?" Grant asked, buzzing his secretary.
"Right away, Mr. Grant, I'll notify him immediately." Karen responded almost immediately. After about 7 minutes, Vice President Ronald Clark entered the President's office.
"Sean, you asked for me?" Clark said, in a voice of mild concern. The man was 49 years old, which was very unorthodox for Michigan, which had most of its elected officials in their mid to late 20s.
"Yeah Ron, I was wondering if you could call the Federal Convention together, I'd like to personally propose a bill. I like to think that if they see me in person, and are in my presence, they'll actually think about the bill itself rather than dismissing it as 'Right-wing Malarky'." Grant said, emphasising the final two words, which were a direct quote from a deputy hailing from Farmland.
"Sure thing. I wouldn't count on them passing it though, you know the Convention." the Vice President told Grant. His face showed relief, and as if to indicate this he let out an audible Phew.

Michigan Federal Center,
11:28 AM, CST

"My fellow Michiganders," Grant began, as he stood before the entire Convention of 749 members, "I believe, as president of this great nation, that we should refrain from continuing our long-standing tradition of pacifism. Although we have a military, our soldiers simply sit in their bunks daydreaming. We are the laughingstock of North America, and I frankly will stand for that no longer. I am aware that this is a very controversial decision, but we must once again embrace the virtues of manifest destiny, as our ancestors once did! Although the Old Union largely opposed it, that is why we seceded from them, so we could fight the confederates as our forefathers wanted!
"And yet, as I look out upon your many faces, I see doubt! I see fear! We must not fear the ways of our ancestors, lest we become forgotten! A mere pockmark in the annals of history! You all have the honor of being the ones who returned to the old ways, the ones who were directly responsible for our future successes! Nay... the ones who reunited Old America!" the President of the Alliance proclaimed, and with that he sat down.
"Thank you for your speech, Mr. President. From what I gather, he generally wishes to reinstate the ability to declare war, to be able to take the first strike. All those who support this action, say aye." President of the Convention Ronald Clark said.
After several tentative moments, the vice president of the nation prepared to speak once again. "Aye." said a deputy, and the room was in shock. Several more ayes followed, and before long, the decision was almost unanimous. The room was in an uproar of ayes, all inspired by Grant's speech. Before becoming a politician, Grant served in Michigan's military, and although he did not emphasise it, was a direct descendant of Ulysses S. Grant.
"Well, that was... decisive. All those who oppose, say nay." the vice president told the convention.
Only a single voice spoke up at this request, and it was none other than Richard Morley, the man who had made the comment about right-wing malarky a year before. "Nay." the man said, aghast at the decision of his fellow deputies. Morley was shaken, and had a look ranging between disappointment and disgust on his face.
"Alright then. I don't exactly need to take a tally here, it is abundantly clear that the Convention agrees with President Grant." Clark informed the Convention. He glanced at Grant, before returning his gaze to the Convention. "If anyone has any further issues which demand attention, please let them be heard now." the Vice President continued. After about a minute of silence, he banged the gavel on the podium. "I hereby declare the 133rd session of the Michigan Federal Convention to be concluded. All deputies may now exit the Convention room."

by **Togeria** » Sun Feb 22, 2015 4:20 pm

by **Alsheb** » Mon Feb 23, 2015 7:41 am

February 2016
Presidential Office, Atlanta
Free Republic of New Africa

"We need the support of the Supremacists, mr. President. It is of the utmost importance that we achieve a three-quarter majority for this constitutional amendment, and certain elements in the Union Movement and even the right wing of the NAACP is unlikely to approve of the plan. Unless of course we give a clear signal, such as the main opposition party voting Aye."

"I get it, Joshua. Bipartisan support and all that. Question is, how on Earth are we going to get the Black Supremacist Movement on our side? They are still sour about the whole invitation to the President of Carolina. I doubt they want to forget about that to vote yes on something as big as a constituional amendment. Especially if that amendment doesn't necessarily benefit the African race."

The discussion between Prime Minister Joshua Muhammad and President Haywood had been going on for quite a while now. Topic of the day was the important amendment that would essentially place all major industry and all lands in New Africa under government control, regulating the economy in a planified way. The Black Panther Party had never made a secret of its Communist sympathies, but for the sake of consolidation these big plans were put on hold in the years directly after the New African Revolution. However, the Revolution was twenty years ago, and President Haywood thought that the time has come to press this Amendment into the Constitution.
Not everyone was pleased with this, however, and a 75% Aye-vote was necessary.

"How about we give them the official recognition of the Nation of Islam? They tend to be supremacist in tone. I don't trust them, especially seeing as what they did to Malcolm X. But I suppose we'll have to make some sort of compromise." the President spoke. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed and added "Fine. And add to that a law that says that we will reopen the investigations into all forms of discrimination committed by Rednecks before the Revolution, and that we shall bring them to justice.That will take years, and might be nigh impossible to actually complete, but at least it gives a clear signal. That should get the Black Supremacists on board.
And let's hope that will be enough to convince the outher naysayers."

by **Alsheb** » Wed Feb 25, 2015 11:30 am

February 2016
Near the coast of New Africa
Atlantic Ocean

The NAS Congo was a standard issue torpedo boat, used by the New African Navy to patrol the coastal waters of New Africa. Before the revolution, similar vessels had served under the Georgian navy. Simple design, but efficient for its purpose. A purpose that was usually quite a routine, without much excitement. Usually.

"Captain. Unidentified vessel inbound from the west! Unresponsive to our hails."
"Is it in our territorial waters?"
"Difficult to say, Captain. It's possible that it is, but we can't be sure.", the Lieutenant replied.

"Dammit, I want visual on that ship ASAP!" was the reply of the gruffy old officer. "Give me a name, a flag, anything!"

"It's Virginian, sir!" was the reply from the deck. A young sailor had taken out a pair of binoculars. "Coming straight at us!"

"Goddamn Redneck bastards! Do those neo-Confederates think they can just slip into New Africa on my watch? The brutality of it!"
"Sir, we do not know if they have malicious intentions. We are still unable to rea-"

"I'm not going to sit here and take my chances with the safety of my country, Lieutenant! I prefer having a dozen dead Redneck sailors over one Redneck spy in New Africa. All hands: code red! Fire torpedo. Repeat: fire torpedo! That's an order!"

by **Neo-Chicago** » Wed Feb 25, 2015 3:34 pm

Michigan Capitol Building, Presidential Office
February, 1:02 PM CST

It had been nearly a month since the abandonment of the pacifist ideals that had been held up by Michigan since the 1940s. The rest of January had been uneventful, however. President Grant sat behind his desk, pondering possible relationships with other nations. Since his election in December, Grant had shaken up the bipartisan system, which consisted of the Libertarian Party and the Communitarian Party. Although Grant agreed with some of the tenets of the Libertarian Party, he found that the Republican Party suited him best. A Republican president had completely collapsed the bipartisan system, and now Farmland had a communist governor while Old Michigan had a governor belonging to a fringe party called the Natural Law Party.
In short, the past two months had been absolute hell on the voters. There had not been a single election without at least one runoff vote, and the Mayor of Chicago in particular had to have seven consecutive runoffs until a single person could be chosen. The Mayor of Grand Rapids, a city that was razed during a sneak attack when the three provinces were divided, and rebuilt in 1959 belonged to a political party that firmly believed that the various North American nations should return to being British colonies. All of this was caused by a man who looked more akin to a mechanic than the president of an entire nation. Grant began to talk to himself once more, discussing politics with a man who was currently residing in a casket, beneath Rosehill Cemetery.
"Perhaps New Africa... no, no, that would never work. Distance would be mildly troublesome, but the main issue is that our only real similarity is not being racist." he mused, briefly considering the ramifications of such an alliance. "Virginia... hm... hmmmmm..." thought Grant, trying to find a reason not to engage in diplomacy with Virginia's leader, Lee, besides the obvious our-ancestors-tried-to-murder-each-other issue. However, he couldn't really see a problem with Michigan, led by the Republican Party, making some sort of deal with Virginia, led by whatever Lee's party called itself. Perhaps they could even bury their ancestors' hatchet; after all, the issue of slavery and racism wasn't especially concerning to him, particularly in another nation. After some deliberation, and okaying it with his advisors and the VP, he wrote a letter to Virginia's government, specifically to President Lee.

"President Lee,
I, President Sean Henry Grant of the Grand Michigan Alliance would like to engage in diplomatic deliberations with you and your nation. Specifically on the matter of forging an alliance, perhaps against some of your enemies. Currently, our nation does not have any of either. I have written this letter myself to show you that I do in fact think this is a matter of great importance. While our ancestors have had our differences (as I'm more than certain you're aware), I myself am not concerned by the policies of your government, as they do not affect my nation. Besides that point, I believe that my political party, the Republican Party, shares a great majority of your ideals besides issues concerning race which we take no stance on either way. I would be happy to discuss the aforementioned matter of an alliance in person, in my nation or yours, whichever is more convenient for you. Please reply as soon as possible, so we can begin discussing this matter. I sincerely hope that this letter does not impose on you or your government, and if it does, please inform me of this so that I can avoid further embarrassment in the future.
Signed,
President Sean Henry Grant

Michigan Capitol Building
Grand Michigan Alliance"

by **Russian people of america** » Wed Feb 25, 2015 6:12 pm

An explosion was heard in the port of New Africa. The ship, belonging to the Virginians. It carried diplomat henry Pathwell, as he would be arriving to schedule a meeting with the leader of the African nation, his job was to negotiate and stop the freezing of relations between the two country's. He wouldn't even feel that blast that took his life, along with the crews. This wasn't a military ship, no one expected the Africans would actually attack it. The ship was older though, and its radio had broken between the Virginian port and New Africa. Lee heard about it the next morning, another diplomat was sent, this time by land, the people of the republic had heard of the explosion, and the radical groups were now in arms. The government was divided on the issue, some wanted war, some wanted to negotiate to avoid such a war. Lee also received a letter from Michigan, he wrote up a quick response before leaving for a meeting with his advisors.

To:President Grant of the Michigan Alliance
From: President Lee of the Republic of Virginia

your letter has been received and reviewed, we understand you want an alliance possibly. The senate is divided at the moment over the crisis with New Africa, however, if you do wish to negotiate you may visit the White house to speak with the president. Please arrive no later than 12:00 AM EST in a week. You may arrive earlier if you wish.

Joseph Lee,

by **New Hampshire Republic** » Wed Feb 25, 2015 7:52 pm

CAROLINA REPUBLIC
RALEIGH
EXECUTIVE MANSION
10:02 PM

The streets of Raleigh were glistening with snow that January night, with the city expecting nearly a foot of the stuff by the following morning. President Easton had just shut his eyes to go to sleep, after a complicated day of dealing with various domestic issues, planning his visit to the other North American countries, the decaying relations between New Africa and Virginia, and the saber rattling of Michigan. He did not want to be disturbed unless something catastrophic had happened.

His personal aide, James Waterman, came with such news, knocking at his door just after ten at night.

"Mr. President?"

Easton groaned.

"Euuugh...what?"

"Something's come up in New Africa."

Within minutes, President Easton was up and ready in the Situation Room in the basement of the Executive Mansion. His Secretaries of State and Defense, along with his Chiefs of Staff. They all rose as he entered, and he instructed them to sit.

"Please sit...what's happening?"

"Sir" his Defense secretary began "at 9:46 PM Eastern Time, the Jackson, a Virginian government vessel, exploded off of the coast of the New African port of Savannah."

"Do we have any information on the explosion."

"Nothing sir, other than reports that the ship exploded in a manner similar to New African boats torpedoed off the coast of Virginia during their conflict a few short years ago."

"So, what you're telling me, is that the New Africans shot at an unarmed Virginian vessel, and what else? Their fued is known to me, what is so special about this?"

"Sir, there was a diplomat on the vessel." said the Secretary of Stat
"A diplomat?"

"Yes sir."

"Is there any threat to Carolina because of this."

"Well sir, seeing as we are wedged between the two, we may have conflict off the coast of Norfolk, Hatteras, Wilmington, and Charleston. We also may see fighting pour over the border."

"Alright... well, here's what's going to happen... we will not take sides. The two each have terrible human rights records, and their corruption is astronomical... also I'd rather not have Carolinian soldiers dead over something they have no concern in." The President Stated.

"We will not fire a single shot, unless fired upon. I want the DEFCON raised to four. I want Bragg, Lejune, and Parris Island on high alert."

"Yes sir."

"State, I want you to have the New African ambassador summoned to my office, and I would like the Virginian ambassador summoned tomorrow."

"Yes sir."

Soon afterward, President Easton went to his office in the eastern part of the building.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Wed Feb 25, 2015 8:53 pm

En Route to Washington,
February

After cars became popularized in non-Alliance Michigan in 1963, by a company known as Ford, the automobile business was booming all around the former state. Although not the powerhouse that non-Alliance Michigan was, Alliance-controlled Michigan was the birthplace of many car companies, some even internationally known. Farmland was also a place where many popular car companies were born. The major independent car companies, however, are the Matheson Motor Car Company, the Checkers Motor Corporation, and the Studebaker Corporation. All of these have marques, obviously, such as Matheson's Barley, Harrison, and Soules marques, Checkers' De Vaux, Berwick, and Henry marques, and Studebaker's Austin, Handley, and Gem marques. On the day that President Grant departed for Washington, he was being driven by a chauffeur in his Harrison Marshall, the presidential limousine. On his way to Washington, he would nearly meet his death in that car, the chauffeur not being as lucky as him.
"George, could you turn on the radio?" Grant asked, to which the chauffeur nodded. The song "Wake Up Sunshine" came on, by the band Chicago. He was happy to know that this radio station wouldn't fade out until he got past La Porte, FA. He spent the night in a motel which was guarded by his secret service agents diligently through the night, who drove in front and behind the car, as well as one riding in the car itself. The secret service vehicles were Berwick Cougars, heavily armored and bulletproofed. The following morning, Grant and his secret service escort had left Michigan, however driving around the Republic of Ohio just in case something were to occur. Eventually, they ended up entering an area Grant and his advisors referred to as "the Badlands". It was unclaimed by any nation at the present time, as far as Grant knew. The area was the northeast of the former state of Kentucky. This was when it all went to hell.
Two trucks came from the left and right of Grant's Marshall, crushing the entire front end of the vehicle and killing George Harvey, Grant's chauffeur, on impact. The secret service agents went berserk when this happened, firing streams of bullets at the vehicles, killing the driver of one of them. It was then that Grant heard the incessant beeping noise, and kicked out the window of the Marshall. He ran for at least twenty yards before the Marshall, and subsequently, the two trucks, exploded. The two secret service vehicles survived, thankfully, unlike Grant's luggage. He was glad he hadn't brought along any valuables that he hadn't kept on him. A large scrap of metal was on the ground near the mangled remains of the three vehicles, however. The piece of metal read "Checkers Marauder", the name of a military vehicle used by Michigan's army that was just briefly released as a civilian vehicle. A wave of paranoia enveloped Grant, as he wondered what political party was behind this. He suspected the Communitarian Party, but for all he knew, it could be the Natural Law Party.
Grant ran back to the less damaged Cougar, and entered the back seat. His secret service agents appeared to be as paranoid as he, almost certainly even moreso. The secret service vehicles then continued en route to Washington. The president was going to get to the bottom of this, damn it, but for now he was due in Washington. It had been three days since the letter from Lee arrived, and he felt like it was time to pay them a visit. Relievingly, the rest of his trip was uneventful, and he arrived at the White House about 11 hours after he was attacked. He was certain that the story was undoubtedly in all of Michigan's papers by now, and possibly even Ohio's and some other nations' in the area. Two secret service agents in tow, Grant walked up to the White House gates and requested entry to see President Lee.

by **New Hampshire Republic** » Thu Feb 26, 2015 4:00 pm

CAROLINA REPUBLIC
RALEIGH
EXECUTIVE MANSION
12:02 AM

President Easton curmudgeonly walked over to his office after his aide informed him that Ambassador Ngoube of New Africa was here. Ngoube was sitting in the chair across from the president's desk, and rose when Easton entered the room. His eyes were filled with rage and sorrow.

"Be seated." said the president.

"Mr. President I can explai-"

As he said this, an Executive Protectorate officer shut the door.

"No, there is no valid reason the Republic of New Africa to assault an unarmed Virginian vessel!"

"Sir, the men were frightened, they thought they might be arme_"

"Over the past two hours, I've perused several scores of photos of the ship that those men assaulted, and there isn't a damn thing on that ship that looks like so much as a .50 cal!"

"But sir-"

"No. This fued between your nation and that vessel's is immature and stupid. Your nation needs to learn how to let Virginia deal with it's business, and for your government to focus on its own. Same for Virginia."

"Sir, war was going to come along either way, and this was a better outcome than say, a nuclear holocaust."

"Are you alleging that the Virginians are careless enough to launch a nuclear assault against New Africa? Especially with Lee at the helm?"

"No sir..."

"You were. Neither of your nations have the tendency to be level-headed, and yours especially. I'm sick and tired of this crap being thrown between you two... Carolina will not take sides, so tell your government that they will receive no help from the Tar Heels, and that we, no, I am disgusted with their act."

"Yes sir."

"Now get the hell out of my office."

Ngoube was escorted out, and returned to his home in downtown Raleigh. Easton prepared for his meeting with the Virginian ambassador, George Fulton, in a few short hours.

by **Russian people of america** » Thu Feb 26, 2015 4:48 pm

The Virginian government had finally come to a decision. War would only be initiated if neccisary, however, the army would be taking steps to protect the nation if war broke out. These decisions include mobilising the navy, as well as the army. ISBM's were also primed, ready to fire if nuclear weapons were fired from new Africa. Many things had happened, the government ambassador in Carolina was waiting for his meeting to start. Should war break out, the situation was dangerous for Carolina, since it could be attacked as the war spills over. The ambassadors job was to convince the government of Carolina to side with Virginia, or at least stay neutral. News had reached Virginia about Grants attack in the badlands. Lee suspected the nations Neo Confederates, they were against any form of alliance with grant, for obvious reasons. Lee was just glad that the other leader survived. When he arrived at the gates, he was quickly ushered in, the gates sealed behind him. He was escorted to a room, the attendant told him that the meeting would begin in an hour. He had been put ironically, in the Lincoln suite of the house, after his ordeal Lincoln knew he might want some time alone, so he would give grant an hour. The attendant would arrive in an hour to take lee to the conference. Economically, an alliance would benefit both nations, militarily, Virginia could use an ally. Lee didn't often drink, but lately it had been tempting to start.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Thu Feb 26, 2015 7:57 pm

Lincoln Sitting Room, Lincoln Suite, Washington,
February

As Grant entered the White House, he was honestly surprised by its grandeur. He had seen photographs, of course, but seeing it in person made all the difference. In fact, the structure was almost humbling, formal and decadent while still feeling homey and cozy. After entering the complex itself, Grant was escorted to a room that was referred to as the Lincoln Room, which Grant found odd, thinking it would have been renamed the Davis Room or something. He took irony and a strange form of solace in the fact that he was placed in this room. He in fact supposed that Virginia wasn't what he expected it to be, since it was once a haven for former and not-so-former confederates. This made him think that all people, no matter what, changed at some time or another, the same way that Michigan had been born from bloodshed and then remained a pacifist nation for decades.
"It's kind of a relief that I've got some time to myself, after that ordeal." he told no one in particular. Grant suddenly felt the urge to break out into song, singing Louis Armstrong's 'Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen'. It seemed that music had a way of traveling from nation to nation, in the same way that he thought he may have seen a Checkers Conquistador while driving down the 29. There was a small radio sitting atop the dresser in the corner of the room. Grant was amused when 'Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen' was the song that actually came on, although he suspected it was just one of those weird coincidences. Although this nation certainly had its differences, they were like twins in that they had a startling number of similarities when it came down to it. If Virginia and Michigan were twins, that would make the United States the mother, which for reasons unknown to him, amused him.
Grant was unable to remember it, but at some point in time he drifted off to sleep. It was one of the White House employees that woke him, and he nearly jumped as the woman knocked on the door stating that she was to clean it. Checking his watch, relief flooded to him when he read that he still had seven minutes remaining.
"Just a second, the door's unlocked." President Grant said to the woman knocking on the door. Michigan's president pulled on his suit jacket, dusting it off, and straightened his tie. It was kind of annoying to find that his secret service agents were nowhere in sight, as if they were looking for the bathroom or something. Mildly annoyed, he sipped a glass of water, cleared his throat, and waited. Eventually, an attendant arrived, different from the one that had brought him up to the room. Unbeknownst to him, there was a man watching him through the room's window, from the White House Visitor Center, a short distance from the White House's south lawn. The attendant ushered him to the conference room, where he sat in the chair opposite Lee. He sat there, and waited for Lee to begin negotiations as Grant was the guest in his nation.

by **Alsheb** » Fri Feb 27, 2015 2:23 am

"God damnit! Haven't I always said to not engage in military action unless provoked or with explicit permission from the Popular Defence Ministry?"
President Haywood banged his fist so hard on his desk that the vase on the edge fell off and broke into smithereens.
"Did they ask for your permission, Mr. Freeman?"

Nelson Freeman, New Africa's Minister of Popular Defence, shook his head in denial.
"No, Comrade President, they didn't. But in their defence, the Virginian vessel did not respond to the hails and-"

"So what? They didn't reply? Of course they didn't! Damn mindless Rednecks didn't even have the brains to put their diplomat on a vessel with a working radio. And they didn't even have the decency to announce the arrival of their diplomat!
But is that really anexcuse, Nelson? Your justification for killing a Virginia diplomat is that those Rednecks were stupid? Have you ever met a Redneck who wasn't either mentally challenged or plain dangerous? I sure as hell haven't! But since when is that an excuse for killing them?
If we want to kill every Redneck we deem a potential threat, we might as well have massacred all of New Africa's white population!"

Minister Freeman bowed his head and looked down on the floor in acknowledgement of the President's argument.

"What's worse is that now we have all the Rednecks assembling together. The Michigan leader spits on his forefathers' legacy by courting Lee. And even the president of Carolina has the guts to pretend that he's on a moral high ground now!"

The President rubbed the temples of his head, clearly suffering from a headache.

"Send an official apology to Washington, Mr. Freeman. Explain the exact situation and say that the culprits of the attack will appear before court. And apologize. Even though it wasn't our fault, and in direct violation of my orders, we shall still apologize to avoid worse.

And bring me the Virginian ambassador!"

by **New Hampshire Republic** » Fri Feb 27, 2015 7:00 pm

CAROLINA REPUBLIC
RALEIGH
GOVERNOR'S OFFICE
STATE CAPITOL
10:02 AM

The snow formed a beautiful glaze over the oaks in front of the President's office. Easton saw some small children playing around on Fayetteville Street, most likely overjoyed that their scholastic activities had been cancelled. This depressed the president, as he felt that the Carolinian children should be happy to attend their schools.

However, Easton passed this thought aside as their was a knock at the door.

Easton requested their entry, and the humble-seeming Ambassador George Fulton walked in, his winter hat and coat in hand.

"Mr. President."

"Be seated, Ambassador Fulton."

Easton enjoyed Fulton's company. often enjoying late-night chats with him at his home in Downtown Raleigh. He was an old friend, attending law school with him at Campbell University.

"Mr. Fulton, you have been summoned because last night, in case nobody told you, a New African vessel torpedoed a Virginian ship carrying a diplomat from Washington."

"Of course I'm aware of this sir, it has been kind of a rough morning. President Lee actually called me himself. My friend was on that ship..."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Don't be, he made it off fine. There were lifeboats on that ship, the Virginian fleet isn't that decrepit."

"That's not what many people who fly over the Chesapeake say. Last night even, a young staffer told me he saw a ship blazing in the Potamac on his way back from a conference in Washington."

"I must admit, our military isn't the best, but at least we are nuclear-capable."

"And about that... I know you may not be aware of all affairs in the government, but do you believe that Lee would activate the nuclear arsenal?"

"Of course not sir, he isn't so careless."

"That's what I suspected until I saw the photographs."

A nearby agent hands the president a manila envelope, somewhat overfilled. The president pulls out the photographs enclosed within, slapping them on the table, after briefly perusing them.

"These are photographs of missile silos!"

"Indeed, Mr. Ambassador, and they appear to be opened."

"My God... excuse my language sir, but I think Lee's gone batshit..."

"George, go back to the embassy and call President Lee. I would like to speak with him."

"Yes sir..."

"Dismissed Ambassador."

Fulton exited, and Easton sat back down and prepared for some sort of call from President Lee.

by **Neo-Chicago** » Fri Feb 27, 2015 7:40 pm

Fox News Chicago, 9:00 PM CST

The news anchor, Tom Beauford, adjusts his tie as the cameraman begins his countdown.
"Alright, 3... 2... 1... and... we're rolling!" Lou says, aiming the camera at Tom.
"Good evening, Chicago. Tonight we have had a series of shocking developments as President Grant decided to engage in diplomacy with the Virginian President, Joseph Lee. While being driven to Virginia's capitol, Washington, Grant's convoy was attacked, the front end of his limo being completely destroyed. The two vehicles that were the aggressors were mostly destroyed in the blast, but they have been confirmed as Checkers Marauders. Although Grant does not publicly state his theory on who may be behind this, he did tell us in this cryptic statement that 'they may be closer to home than we think'. So far, we have had four confirmed fatalities, including one George Orville Harvey, age 64. Harvey leaves two children, and five grandchildren. His wife, Julia, passed away this previous October. Meanwhile, Grant gave the order by telephone to storm the lands of Western Michigan. The arriving soldiers were given an easy victory when they found that the lands were reclaimed by Native American tribes, who had named the region Wyandotte. These Native Americans were persuaded to relocate to Canada, and left peacefully.
"Subsequently, in the business world, Matheson acquired several facilities that once belonged to the now defunct Ford Motor Company, and claim to have retrieved many useful schematics, which they plan to release as part of the brand new Ford marque. Recent major developments in the Chicago Stock Market include the stock of Matheson going up by 0.73%, Sears decreasing by 0.67%, Motorola Solutions increasing by 0.59%, and Walgreens going up by 0.84%. Now, for later, a little boy goes missing while camping in Farmland, a homeless man is shot point blank by an unknown assailant, and do digital watches cause skin cancer? All of this and more to come at 10, so stay tuned."
"Aaaand... that's a rap!" Lou announces, as he shuts off the camera. "By the way, Tom, do you know what happened to Sheila, the co-anchor? I'm surprised she didn't come in to work today, this is a pretty important position." he inquires.
"Yeah, I dunno Lou. Ask her when she gets back, I've gotta go. Be back at 9:45." Tom replies, barely listening to the man's questions.

by **Russian people of america** » Sat Feb 28, 2015 7:50 am

President Lee stayein the conference room, and as grant was escorted to this conference room to meet wit him, he received a phone call from their embassy. It was from a well known, trusted Virginian ambassador, friends with the deceased ambassador sent to negotiate with new Africa. He didn't have time, any second he would meet with Michigan's leader. He told him to call back in a few hours. He could make guesses at what it was about, but wouldnt, he didn't need more on his mind right now. He watched as President Grant entered and sat across from him. "Welcome to the White House President Grant, I hope you haven't had any problems since you arrived, I heard about the attack in the DeadZone, I assure you, we will uncover the culprit's" Lee glanced out the window, wondering what would become of the Republic, would they be forced into war with New Africa? They were far from pacifist, but a war could lead to The use of Nuclear missiles, or ICBM's.

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