IAP World RP One (Interdimensional Axis Powers Only/IC)

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

{IAP World RP One}
(IAP/Interdimensional Axis Powers Only)

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OP and Co-OPs:

• Romakivila -OP, controls NPCs Bhutan, Iceland, Greenland
• Neolvex -Co-Op CTE'd, no longer controls all NPCs in Africa, remaining Middle Eastern NPCs
• Castle Crashers -Co-OP, controls NPCs Central American Unified Nations, Texas, Mexico, The US, Greece and Troy
• Coyotia -Co-OP, controls NPCs Algeria, USA, France, Italy, Iraq, The Confederacy, Syria
• Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts -Co-Op, controls no NPCs because he is an untrustworthy sleazebag :3

The Rules

1: For the love of Cthulu, no godmodding.
2: You can’t take nations without reprocussions.
5: Once your nation is gone, it’s gone.
6: Obey your OP/Co-OP gods, you heretic.
7: There is no rule seven, I used this format from another one of my RPs, and this one was carried over. Sorry about that.
8: PG-13, because I know you guys are going to have Politician X Politician ships. *sighs*
9: No tech levels beyond early PMT.
10: No intergalactic conquest.
11: No giant Pacific Rim robots.
12: No Mass Effect/Halo/-insert game here- battle cruisers.
13: Have fun.

Player Nations (By color or as close as I can get in NS)

• Neolvex - Green CTE'd
• Indo-Japan - Dark Red
• UES - Darker Red
• Castlelandia - Blue
• Valtasia - Light Orange
• Romakivila - Yellow
• South American Alliance - Purple
• Skyline United - Light Blue
• Imperial Naganese Empire - Beige DEATed
• New Babylonia - Light Pink

[Naganasu]

Tokyo, Imperial Naganese Empire



The Sun rises over Tokyo as always as the people begin to wake up to a new day. The Empress has also awoken and is having her morning tea in bed as she watches the sun rise over the horizon. A few hours later, The Markets open up for Naganasu as cargo ships begin arriving and leaving from the Bay of Tokyo. Most of the Ships are headed to either Papua where progress is being made, or Palau which has become a major trading hub and a gateway to East Asia due to the Successes of the Empire.

Anti-Indo Japanese Propaganda plays as always on television channel 25. The Imperial Naganese Empire does not accept their claims on Southern Japan but open their borders with them as not to burden the locals travelling to nd fro from South Japan. The Propaganda usually portrays Indo as the antagonist who took Southern Japan by force. The Propaganda does play 24/7 on it's own exclusive channel.


Palau, Imperial Naganese Empire



The day in Palau starts as the first Shipments from the Home islands arrive in the new Palau Docks. The Ships carry food, water, medicine and basic needs to raise the people of Palau out of poverty. In the restricted area area of the Docks, workers start building Warships using the steel and Aluminium received. The INN-Kirishima was undergoing construction but it was to be kept as secret as possible. No one in Palau dares to ask what happens behinds the doors of the massive Warehouses there. Japanese has become a second language in Palau and it is alright to use English without getting awkward stares.

[Ozzy]

Valtasia

Valtasia remained as a regional powerhouse within the Germanic regions of Central Europe, as it always had since it's formation hundreds of years ago, though its comeuppance was a bloody one thanks to the insecurities of the Italian and French regimes in the 1800s. Home to 133 million ponies, Valtasia retained its dominance in the area as a healthy empire with a high pony development index and adequate GDP for it's economy and size, the nation developed an affinity for somewhat advanced military technology and imposes an intimidating shock-and-awe laser show for its often terrified enemies.

The country is known among Europe for its compassion, yet the Valtasians' high investment in their military was rather convincing to its neighbors that it was far from being a pushover. A gesture that even as an empire of sympathy and emotion, that ponies are not to be messed with. The nation's violent history depicting the suffering of their species was what pushed the populace to maintain that bizarre circumstance of being armed to the teeth and yet friendly... except towards Italians and the French and anything with cat ears.

Monsoon brushes his mane before his numerous advisers within the solars of an ancient stone castle atop a rural and guarded mountain outside New Eclipse City, which is where Berlin would stand today if the world was ruled solely by humans. The blue pegasus stallion muttered a soft thanks to his personal hairdresser as the meek mare adds the finishing touches to his ridiculously feminine topknot manestyle adorned with ribbons and orange lilies. A few colorful ponies in green military officer uniforms stand in a single file line, saluting their leader as he makes his way to the balcony of his throne room.

Outside was a beautiful valley embellished with rainbows and waterfalls, a small hamlet was nestled within the valley, as more of a tourist attraction though. The straw huts boasted unique designs and perfectly blended in with the beautiful environment as if belonging to a indigenous tribe. Around the valley was filled to the brim with tens of thousands of cheering pegasi and Monsoon stood upon that balcony and awkwardly waved at the crowd, they needed a confident leader, but he could never learn to stand before a massive crowd without compulsively making a sickly nervous grin. Despite this, he'd still give a speech with such eloquence in a way he could save himself with ease if he embarrassed himself.

But the feminine navy blue colt wasn't here for an inspiring political speech, he was here to initiate the events for the empire's yearly grand galloping. When he cleared his throat on the microphone, everyone when silent. "Fillies and gentlecolts! Welcome to the 105th anniversary of the Empire's Grand Galloping Gala. Remember among these magnificent festivities that today was the day we unified the small pony states and pushed the bloodthirsty humans of the South to back to the borders of Venice 106 years ago, so we can build an everlasting age of Harmonism and Friendship for the pony race! Hail Celestia!"

"HAIL CELESTIA!!" The crowd cheered at once.

"Let the festivities, BEGIN!" Monsoon bellowed, which was the cue for the fireworks blasting off in the crystal blue sky and the ponies below to watch them and attend to carnival-esque games and parades. The pony immediately withdrawn to his throne room and sighed at his advisers. "Ugh... I hate these yearly speeches, I never have anything new to say any more."

[Sky-TheLandOfNekos]

Skyline United

Long ago, Skyline United took control of the land once known as South Africa with the intent of exploiting its resources. Having started with basic mining equipment and steam-powered transportation systems, the place quickly evolved into a large industrial colony. Uranium was was mined from the natural deposits, then refined to be used in older fission reactors.

The large amount of metals and fossil fuels proved to be useful, as well. While the majority of the coal was used for the processing of other resources, a fraction of it still made its way to the land once known as Australia. Ever since the large movements across the nation to reduce the use of such fuels, they had taken on a more green standpoint. The majority of the nation's energy was derived from fission and fusion reactors across the nation. Throughout the many deserts were large solar towers, each one designed to power hundreds of thousands of homes.



Each one generated roughly 100 MW. Collectively, they were more than enough to power the entire country.

Why so much energy you may ask?

Well, that will remain a secret...

[Naganasu]

Empress's Residence, Tokyo, Imperial Naganese Empire

The Empress was enjoying a cup of green tea when her military advisors knocked and walked in giving her a report from some spies in Indo stating that Indo may be planning an Invasion. Her military advisors suggest she mobilize the army but she declined stating that it would look as if we were the ones planning an invasion. Nothing happened within the military as most of them has been stationed in Hokkaido and Okinawa.

The Empress has invited the Ambassador of Skyline United to talk about trade and hopefully become close trading partners as the nation is running short on Bauxite and Iron but has a lot to offer for trade.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

Nagasaki, South-Japan District, Indo-Japan

As the sun rose over Nagasaki, Southern Japan district, a teeming mass of of over 1,514,500,000 people are awaken right on the dot at 7 AM, to watch the 1 hour news and propaganda channel and have breakfast before going to work. 241 million of these men, women, nekos, fillies, colts, and yes - even children over 15 - would report to military bases to be trained, put to work, or guard strategic positions. The incredibly prolific Indo-Japanese war machine was in the midst of one of the periods of peace in years, but it wouldn’t last for much longer, that was certain. Tensions were rising between Naganasu and Indo-Japan on the Honshu Border. It’s surreal to think that such a separation was caused because of a nation wanting independence from a careless government which provided little to no protection for it’s people, over a hundred years ago. This thought certainly crossed the mind of Supreme Leader Keiji Sayongwai Maou as he prepared to address the nation this morning. The Indo-Japanese People’s National Orchestra got ready to play the national anthem the cameras were turned on. Not even ten seconds later, an image of the Supreme Leader is shown all across the country. For those who cannot afford a television, giant screens are set up, showing the broadcast from the IJNN, or Indo-Japanese News Network. The orchestra slowly begins to play Yuni Faido Nippon quietly as Keiji steps up to a podium, his footsteps barely audible. As he adjusts the microphone to face him, a crowd of politicians and military top brass behind him stand up and clap, bowing. “I bid all of my citizens a good morning.” he begins, his voice echoing through every Indo-Japanese city. “I address you today to notify you of our greatest enemy. The so called ‘Empire’ of Naganasu is the direct product of the careless government whom we seceded from so long ago. Who did next to nothing about Nagasaki and Hiroshima’s bombing. We must take back our beloved Japan from these subhuman creatures, and wipe the world clean of the Naganese filth, and establish dominance over their territories! Hail Indo-Japan and the glorious Eternal Fathers of our grand nation, for the day of reckoning will come soon!” he said, finalizing his rather short statement. Putting his arm out, he clenched his hand into a fist, saluting the cameras. Every citizen watching was required to do the same, and they did, most out of undying loyalty to their government, some out of fear. Soon, the seal of the Indo-Japanese Fascist Party was shown, and the newscast slowly faded back to normal anti-Naganese propaganda.

...the day had begun.

[Naganasu]

Akita, North Japan, Imperial Naganese Empire

The morning started out with a newscast as always on the large monitor of Akita inspired by the Jumbotron in New York.

"Good morning Akita. Today is a quiet morning in the peaceful province. I hope you have a great day and we go straight to the headlines."

The Headlines of Cat popularity increasing in region was interrupted with breaking news of Anti-Naganese speech made in South Japan. The videos were taken by mobile phone but it shows really deep hatred for Naganasu. The Empress gave Indo a warning of threatening invasion and the borders were closing.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

Akita, North Japan, Imperial Naganese Empire

The morning started out with a newscast as always on the large monitor of Akita inspired by the Jumbotron in New York.

"Good morning Akita. Today is a quiet morning in the peaceful province. I hope you have a great day and we go straight to the headlines."

The Headlines of Cat popularity increasing in region was interrupted with breaking news of Anti-Naganese speech made in South Japan. The videos were taken by mobile phone but it shows really deep hatred for Naganasu. The Empress gave Indo a warning of threatening invasion and the borders were closing.

Indo-Japanese Side of the Honshu Border

As the borders closed, Indo-Japan deployed more soldiers to the border. Prototype Mecha were stationed, along with anti-air systems and other shiny new toys.It would be the first tme that Naganasu would have seen the prototypes. More propaganda was shown than usual on the border towns, as soldiers marched to the border. Indo-Japan was locked down and bracing for war as the Indo-Japanese Navy sent Destroyers and two aircraft carriers to blockade Naganasu from South Japanese shores.

[Naganasu]

Yokosuka Naval base, Japan, Imperial Naganese Empire



The Empress has received countless reports of impending attack and decided to send out the coast guards to intercept with Indo warships which have constantly attacked their Cargo ships. They intercepted by firing warning shots and demanding they cease threatening shipping. They had mounted machine guns but fired warning shots with handguns as they were entering their exclusive economic zone.

[Neolvex]

Moscow, New Vexia

Moscow had always been the political capital of Neolvex and its predecessors. It's location in Neolvex made sure it wouldn't be attacked first in an invasion and made it easy for politicians to arrive on peaceful, diplomatic terms. One of these arriving politicians was none other than the former Director of the Central Bureau of Military Intelligence or CBMI, John Polks.

John's history was almost unknown to the public and his colleagues yet he was able to go through the ranks quickly. Most suspected fowl play, but no one complained after he became the Director of the CBMI. He was cunning and swift, he easily eleminated long time targets of the bureau and he somehow was able to promote the agency which raised its amount of employees tenfold. However since the terrorist attacks of 2054, which eleminated almost all of the Neolvexian political leadership, John was forced to take the reins of the Supreme Emperor and bring his country back to stability.

But that was then, now John was now as famous a politician as a Director. He quickly and brutally ended the terrorist threats in Neolvex and diverted money from places like the public transport and environment and to areas like education, research, industry, welfare, defense, and international aid, bringing a second Golden Age to Neolvex. Neolvex was now a social and industrial, well at least to humans. Any "furry" animal that was an anthropoid would be denied access to Neolvex and if one was found in Neolvex, the punishment was death as decreed in one of the new laws Polks made. Of course it was met with backlash by the international community, but it was what it was.

Now back to John, as he stepped out of his plane John was blinded by the flashing lights as reporters took pictures of him. He quickly regained his composure and waved at the crowd. But just because he waved and looked happy, it didn't mean he was. In reality from his publicized, cool and cheerful self, Polks was actually a quiet, cunning man. The façade he had was to pretend that he was a "good" person from his brutal self. He mentally sighed and cursed at his press for allowing the crowd to be present before putting back his façade and waving.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

Yokosuka Naval base, Japan, Imperial Naganese Empire

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The Empress has received countless reports of impending attack and decided to send out the coast guards to intercept with Indo warships which have constantly attacked their Cargo ships. They intercepted by firing warning shots and demanding they cease threatening shipping. They had mounted machine guns but fired warning shots with handguns as they were entering their exclusive economic zone.

The ships stopped before entering the economic zone, they only had the intention of guarding Indo-Japanese shores.

[Naganasu]

Nagoya, Aichi, Japan, Imperial Naganese Empire

Nagoya, the city closest to the border has raised it's level of emergency due to recent threats from Indo. There are currently 500 soldiers in Nagoya city who have prepared defenses outside Nagoya in the case if an Invasion. The border is not guarded militarily at all as there aren't any troops available aside from the border guards.

[Romakivila]

Sarajevo, Romakivila. Valtasian Celebrations

Some immigrants in Romakivila had made a very very bad choice. A few neighborhoods throughout Sarajevo had decided to celebrate like their brothers Valtasia, which seemed to have pissed off at least one group of for lack of a better term, neo-nazis. This group of pissed of jingoistic madmen was led by a man by the name of Toni Bošnjaković, one of the more charismatic of the group. So when these celebrations took place he just knew he had to rally some men, and put an end to it. Of course it was the talk of his entire neighbor, mostly like-minded individuals. So Toni got on top of a soap box, and began to rant.

"As you all can see, we have a bunch of fuckin' pelts walkin' around our great land like it's their own! They-They came to our homeland, our homeland, and refused to leave their culture, their traditions behind! They came here just to fuckin' insult us! Every time they celebrate some pelt thing they're spittin' on the fuckin' ground of Romakivila! They came here on their fuckin' high-horse lookin' for a better life, and what the fuck do they do? They act like it's just another Valtasia. Fuck that! This is our land, how the hell have we allowed our government to allow these fuckin' pelts into our country for so long? Well I don't fuckin' know, but I'll tell you one thing, if they ain't gonna do their responsibility and keep Romakivila, Romakivila, then we're gonna have to do it for them! You all know what I'm suggestin' grab your rifles, we're gonna teach these fuckin' pelts a lesson!" His speech was met with applause, and at twelve of the men he shouted at went into their homes, and grabbed their rifle. The rifles were all various versions of the M16, and the madmen hopped in two trucks to stage this lynching. 4 men sat in the back of each truck, and two in the front of each truck. Toni had decided to go on his own motorcycle, with a Mini Uzi that he made complete with three extended 30 round magazines. One in the gun, and two at his hip.

The bike, and truck drove together, and with their guns hidden. Despite open carry being perfectly legal, somebody might notice and try to stop them. Each of them had a balaclava with them, which they'd put on as soon as they entered the Valtasian part of the city. Twenty minutes passed by before they hit a Valtasian neighborhood, where the immigrants were partying in the street. None of them payed attention to the trucks that pulled up besides a few of the couple hundred people. The men put on their balaclavas, and some of the immigrants that notice took cover in a bush to record. Finally Toni arrived on his motorcycle, and immediately pulled out the Mini Uzi, and fired into the crowd. The men in the trucks followed suit, and a wall of bullets rained through the street gunning down the Valtasians. After just 15seconds 178 immigrants were dead or injured. The trucks, and bike took off all in different directions.

Channel 6 News, the morning after the attack.
"Tragedy struck the town of Sarajevo last night, when a group of killers armed with M16's, and an Uzi opened fire into a crowd of Valtasian immigrants, who where celebrating some event." Said one of the woman reporters. "That's right, and while we don't know the exact reason behind these attacks, we can assume that it was done by people who were angered by a Valtasian presence in the nation." One of the male reporters said. "That's right Bran, and my hearts go out to the families of the victims." "As do mine Suzana, and from these early reports it seems that at least 134 of those who were caught by the gunfire have died." "Purely tragic for their families."

Gašljević-Ivković Energy, Belgrade

For decades Gašljević-Ivković have been working towards what they call, compact fusion. Every year they got closer, and closer, but this year they finally think they'll finish it. So, of course, they held a press conference in hopes to gain more investors. However, due to the events of the previous night, they'd decided to postpone the event until the next week.

[The Union of Eastern States]

The Union of Eastern States, while among the youngest of nations in Europe, remained proud with its recovery. After a collapse in the 70’s, the country was reformed once more. All the lands reclaimed, all the lords and ladies reinstated, fascism and feudalism restored. With now over a century of history as a recognised sovereign state, it remained in many ways unchanged. It kept its faith, R’hllor, despite the lack of popularity abroad. It kept its Cats per Household Law, maintaining a large cat population. It even kept its muskets, which above all else makes The Union of Eastern States remarkable to westerners. Both tourists and politicians are amused and baffled by the maintaining of the relic weaponry. Trebuchets, cannons, and swords are still very common, making the state unlike any other of the modern age.

The UES was a country of tradition, wary of outsiders but still very active politically. Conservative in some ways, yet liberal in so many others. While many citizens enjoyed multiple partners at once before settling down for marriage with no societal disapproval, divorce was outlawed and adultery was punishable by death. You could love someone of the same sex without fear of judgement, but speak out against the state and you will find yourself burned at the stake. Marijuana could be smoked, alcohol drank, and even certain class B drugs used with liberty, but tobacco would see a hefty fine and get you exiled to Svalbard, the most westerly Eastern province.

Now the East still faced problems. Internal strife and political struggles were as common as ever, with countries outraged by the genocide of Dancerians in The Sazon-Austlandet War and people upset with what they saw as oppressive government policies stripping counties of their autonomy. Yet there was a plan and, as always, The UES would not falter on it.

Minister Maimu Estenson, Tallinn, Estonia

Another day, another pile of papers. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs was ever busy, with no day being slow. There were always plenty of drones around to complete menial and meaningless tasks, but Maimu didn’t trust them that much. She made certain she had the majority of the workload to herself, which she could never tell whether it was foolish to do so, or ingenious to. The main fault of this plan was how little time she spent with the woman she loved, Lady Jennifer of House Fox, first of her name and Lady of Crimea.

Being married to Jen made Maimu more actively involved with Eastern trade than she would have liked. She also helps other ministers manage imports and exports. Currently, The UES had a major trade surplus, which was terrible. Selling Crimean oil, gas and coal was good, as well as Estonian shale, Ukrainian Uranium, Bauxite and Copper, Byelorussian timber, and Baltic fish were making The UES a lot of money. However, as most enterprise in the country was state-owned or run, the state became dependent on certain markets. The main one was Romakivila, where if the country was to go into recession The UES would begin to lose a lot of money, possibly plundering it into recession as well.

Maimu’s main focus was always her ministry, foreign affairs kept her up to date on the politics of the world, and the state press kept her informed on anything major happening internally. Today was difficult though, a major killing in Romakivila, The Grand Galloping Gala in Valtasia, and near war between Indo-Japan and Naganasu. Her head hurt just at the thought of it all, but she started two letters and a speech for the king to recite. Though the king had a habit of leaving all the work to his ministers, and Maimu expected she would give the speech over The Eastern Broadcasting Service.

Dear Naganese Foreign Affairs Ministry,

Border tensions between you and The Indo-Japanese have made our state press’ headlines, and I only write to inform you we stand by the defender. If you are declared on, we will join on your side. However, if you declare war then we must join Indo-Japan.

Your greatest ally,
Minister Maimu Estenson, Head of Foreign Affairs.

Dear Indo-Japanese Foreign Affairs Ministry,

Border tensions between you and Nagansu have made our state press’ headlines, and I only write to inform you we stand by the defender. If you are declared on, we will join on your side. However, if you declare war then we must join Naganasu.

Your greatest ally,
Minister Maimu Estenson, Head of Foreign Affairs

Dear Valtasian Foreign Affairs Ministry,

The Union of Eastern States wishes to congratulate your independence and ability to maintain sovereignty for over a century! We will be celebrating our 105th anniversary next year, though I doubt we will be able to match your extravagancy.

I digress and get to the real purpose of this letter. Recently The UES has seen an influx of pony migrants from both Valtasia and New Babylonia alike, however we have thus far been unable to accommodate them like the other species in The UES (felines, canines, rabbits, deer, badgers etc.) have been cared for. It would please His Grace and I so greatly if we could meet to discuss the needs of this new minority, or if you could simply reply to this letter.

Your humble neighbour,
Minister Maimu Estenson, Head of Foreign Affairs.

With the letter writing at an end (for now), Maimu wrote her speech. While she was writing with her quill, she sent a lowly servant to ask the king if he would recite it to the public across the state radio. When she finally got to dotting her i’s and crossing her t’s, the king’s refusal had arrived. Sighing deeply, she stood from her seat and headed through the palace towards the recording room for The EBS.

She knew she would make the speech, a whole nation listening to her voice and hanging on her every word, the only comfort being the thought of her wife listening as well. Yet this was no happy news, especially now The UES had a pony minority of its own forming. Once she roamed the empty halls long enough to reach the room, she entered, settled and began.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, felines and alike, it is with a grave and heavy heart that bloody news has reached us. Yet again, just like many other times, the foreign world is filled with violence. As many have read already in The Tallinn State Press, a shooting carried out in Romakivilia has left 134 ponies dead, and many more injured. It is in times like this than we, as a nation of tolerance, must stand as a beacon of hope for these backwards minded individuals. Here you are equal, no matter faith, species or wealth. While no government has played a part in the massacre, the citizens involved will be denounced by us. All we can do now, is pray that justice is swiftly sent to these vile people. Until next time, for the night is dark and full of terrors.”

With her speech done, Maimu left, only for a courier to deliver a message from the king himself. Yet another letter, this time Moscow bound. Neolvex was neutral and isolationist, The UES had always seen it as a dream neighbour to have, but after reading of the king’s intentions she headed back to her office to write the letter straight away.

Dear Neolvex Foreign Affairs Ministry,

Your nation is vast and bountiful, and a worthy target for diplomacy. On the orders of His Grace, King Mr Tibbs of House Tabby, I cordially invite your glorious leader to Tallinn for two nights. All expenses, including travel, will be covered by The UES. The nights will be used to discuss mutually beneficial agreements, in trade and otherwise. I look forward to an acceptance letter.

Your feline friends,
Minister Maimu Estenson, Head of Foreign Affairs

Lord Nicusor Antonescu, Chisinau, Moldavia

Moldavia was poor and uneducated, the butt of many jokes told by nobles. The south of The UES was still focused heavily on primary industries, but a few remained in the north. While the only primary industry that former Belarus saw was logging, Ukraine and Crimea saw ample use of mining and refining, leaving Moldavia to fish and farm. Ukraine seemed to be the cut off, with Ruthenia seeing an employment structure similar to newly industrialised countries, a good mix of primary, secondary and tertiary industries. The north held its structure similar to most developed countries (with tertiary industry dominant) while the south’s looked like it was a developing country.

Lord Nicusor knew this all, but he did not like it. Not at all. Nicusor may have been raised at court and given a good education, but the jeering of other nobles sickened him. He wanted to show Moldavia’s strength, and with the internal truce coming to an end he knew just how to do it. Not only could he show the northerners just how great Moldavia is, he could stick it to Bulgaria. While Bulgaria was his overland, Nicusor had a habit of answering the king but not the duke of The Black Sea. As far as he saw it, Lord Bosomir Drakon was a new noble, and a bad noble.

Bosomir had anger issues, to put it gently, and liked to snap at the slightest perceived insult to him. House Drakon had ruled Bulgaria for less than a year before it was awarded a duchy, a duchy that rightfully belonged to House Antonescu. The Black Sea was stripped from House Constantin after they threatened to break the peace, and awarded to Bulgaria. This fact alone riled Nicusor up beyond belief, but he had mobilised his army and sent a dove to Romania.

Internal wars were allowed in The UES, similar to how the princes of The Holy Roman Empire would war. Granted, the king was not elected and could call an end to any war at any time. However the king rarely did, and only would if The UES were to go to war with a foreign power. To reduce the bloodshed, only swords were permitted in internal wars. Muskets were reserved for foreign threats, and there was always plenty of threats.

Kapral Snezha Kanchev, Sofia, Bulgaria

Snezha stood proudly as her commanding officer pinned a badge to her chest. The silver of the medal shined in the Bulgarian sun, fitting perfectly with the purple of her military uniform. The medallion was in the shape of ram’s head, and signified her new position as Corporal. She had enlisted when she was only fifteen and trained for a whole year before being permitted to serve. For two years she had been stationed on the Eastern-Troy border, ever vigilant. While Troy was not really seen as a threat, they were hardly amiable with the Eastern government. It was who lied beyond Troy that made the border so guarded.

Turkey.

Turkey and The UES had fought countless times. The only country The UES has been at war with more times than Turkey is Sweden, and the longstanding feuds have never been solved. Before Turkey collapsed, The Ottoman Empire had laid claim to Bulgaria. Since those claims were renounced and Turkey became a republic, the conflict has been seen as one of honour than territorial dispute.

It was just as well Snezha had been stationed there, as the notorious Turkish serial killer Azad Melikan had crossed to Troy, and aimed to cross to The Union of Eastern States in hopes of laying low in rural Rus. However, Snezha ended those dreams with a musket round to the chest. Azad tried to sneak across at night, but Snezha had just lit a fire so she could do her nightly prayers. In the orange glow of light, she saw the dark skinned man hop over the border entrenchments.

Once she had shot him, she reloaded before going over to him and shooting him again. The first shot was fatal, but she had aimed for the head the second time just to be sure. Before she reported the man she finished her prayers, and then Snezha was a heroine. A real defender of the realm, her otherwise unnotable career as a border guard had won her admiration from all Easterners alike. She smiled down at her new badge, knowing that the madman she shot was now no more than ash and it was all thanks to her.

[Naganasu]

Okinawa Naval base, Imperial Naganese Empire



The Destroyers Ikazuchi, Inazuma, Harekaze and Yuudachi leave port after a week in repairs. They are leaving as they have been chosen as the escorts of the Musashi who is also leaving port. The ships are to give Indo a warning of their eventual defeat if they Invade.

Busan, South Korea

The Battleships Elizabeth and Nagato weren't leaving port due to the risks of submarines and Indi's naval presence in the Sea of Japan and Korea strait. However, The cruiser Atago and Takao conducted patrol on the Korea strait.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

Sea of Japan

Due to tensions rising, two battlecruisers, the Yamato II and the Kumamoto, along with the aircraft carriers Ojike and Shi patrolled the Sea of Japan.

Imperial Palace, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Nagasaki

Minister Yunai Oryou read, reread and reread the letter sent to her ministry again, just to make sure. She slammed her fist onto the pristine mahogany desk in front of her with a quiet, but still audible ‘fuck’. Sighing, she groped around her desk for the phone and dialed. “Hello? Minister? I need you to get your ass to the Osaka Air Base immediately. And be aware that I may be a little crankier than usual, I’m functioning on two hours of sleep and a liter of coffee, this letter has kept me up all night. I’ll see you there.”
Upon finishing her call, she threw her phone onto the desk and stood up, grabbing her coat and fishing around for her keys in the pockets. She emerged victorious, finding a singular key and pair of gloves. Yunai slipped the gloves on and hurried out of her office, rushing down the stairs to the lobby and bursting through the front doors, without even saying ‘goodbye’ to anyone.

227 nautical miles of the coast of North Japan

It was always quite evident that the Kyojin was a triumph of technology. Easily maneuverable, light, and capable of completely shielding itself from various forms of detection, the IJN Kyojin was a ghost, gliding not on the sea, but over it, thanks to a complex system of quiet ion thrusters under the ship. That was one of the many things that made the captain of the ship, Himeji Kazuki, quite surprised when him and his crew were given the order to retreat. Well, the message said something more along the lines of ‘get the fuck back to Hiroshima Naval Base right the fuck now’. That certainly gave the crew a good laugh while they glided back, crossing into Indo-Japanese territorial waters. Captain Kazuki chuckled to himself. “Always the the Minister was a raging bitch. Attractive bitch, but bitch nonetheless."

Indo-Japanese spy planes of the coast of North Japan were given the same order: get 'the fuck' back to base. In the case of the planes, they headed to Osaka Air Base.

[Naganasu]

Tokyo Imperial Palace, Tokyo, Imperial Naganese Empire



The Empress was sitting at her desk having a cup of green tea when her foreign affairs minister came in leaving her with a letter politely before reading. She bent over to check the letter and opened it after setting down her warm green tea on the desk. She opened it and read the contents of the paper from the Union of Eastern states. She smiled a little as she read it as it bought her country some breathing room. She folded it up neatly and kept it in one of the drawers on her desk an resumed to enjoying her green tea. She then opened her laptop and just read some Manga online but in private of course. She called back her navy forces to Okinawa and Busan respectively. The crews were relieved as a retreat usually means fighting is not necessary or somewhat has been resolved.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

Maou Road, Nagasaki, South Japan

Skyline United

To: Skyline United Ministry of Foreign Affairs
From: Indo-Japanese Imperial Palace, Supreme Leader Keiji Sayongwai Maou IV
Subject: Goodwill Trip and Space Program Cooperation

Greetings, Minister. As the leader of the Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts, I would like to arrange a goodwill trip to support further cooperation between our two great nations. Sadly, due to tensions on the Honshu Border, we won’t have much time to arrange, so I’ve had my Ministry of Foreign Affairs lay out a plan for us. Please reply to us as soon as humanly possible.

Keiji Sayongwai Maou IV

To: Skyline United Ministry of Foreign Affairs
From: Indo-Japanese Minister of Foreign Affairs, Yunai Oryou
Subject: Space Program Cooperative Efforts

Good morning/afternoon/whatever time you get this message. I’m sorry if this is a bit informal, but I’m functioning on two hours of sleep and a liter of coffee… and sending this from my phone. Anywho, Keiji sent a proper message already, but he was advised to let me handle the space cooperation discussion. I already have everything planned out. Along with Keiji, we’ll send a group of scientists from the IJSA, the ones responsible for the Sirius 4 moon mission and Fate 1 space station. Please reply ASAP, I won’t be able to receive replies when I get to the Honshu Border.

Yunai Oryou, Minister of Foreign Affairs

Yunai Oryou sighed as she pressed ‘send’ on her phone, passing along her message with the Supreme Leader’s to Skyline United’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs and downed her 23rd cup of coffee. She laid back in the driver's seat of her car, looking up at the sunroof.
"Just wait for a reply..."

[Sky-TheLandOfNekos]

Maou Road, Nagasaki, South Japan

Skyline United

(Image)
To: Skyline United Ministry of Foreign Affairs
From: Indo-Japanese Imperial Palace, Supreme Leader Keiji Sayongwai Maou IV
Subject: Goodwill Trip and Space Program Cooperation

Greetings, Minister. As the leader of the Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts, I would like to arrange a goodwill trip to support further cooperation between our two great nations. Sadly, due to tensions on the Honshu Border, we won’t have much time to arrange, so I’ve had my Ministry of Foreign Affairs lay out a plan for us. Please reply to us as soon as humanly possible.

Keiji Sayongwai Maou IV

To: Skyline United Ministry of Foreign Affairs
From: Indo-Japanese Minister of Foreign Affairs, Yunai Oryou
Subject: Space Program Cooperative Efforts

Good morning/afternoon/whatever time you get this message. I’m sorry if this is a bit informal, but I’m functioning on two hours of sleep and a liter of coffee… and sending this from my phone. Anywho, Keiji sent a proper message already, but he was advised to let me handle the space cooperation discussion. I already have everything planned out. Along with Keiji, we’ll send a group of scientists from the IJSA, the ones responsible for the Sirius 4 moon mission and Fate 1 space station. Please reply ASAP, I won’t be able to receive replies when I get to the Honshu Border.

Yunai Oryou, Minister of Foreign Affairs

Yunai Oryou sighed as she pressed ‘send’ on her phone, passing along her message with the Supreme Leader’s to Skyline United’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs and downed her 23rd cup of coffee. She laid back in the driver's seat of her car, looking up at the sunroof.
"Just wait for a reply..."

Skyline United, Australia

The two messages were received and quickly taken into consideration. The first one was to be sent to the Queen, while the other was to be sent to Cameron, the current Administrator of the Skyline United Aeronautics and Space Program. For the Queen, it was almost morning when she received the message. As for Cameron, he had just fallen asleep in his home on the opposite side of the world when his phone alerted him of the message.

Indo-Japan

To: Indo-Japanese Imperial Palace, Supreme Leader Keiji Sayongwai Maou IV
From: Skyline United Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Subject: In Reply to (Goodwill Trip and Space Program Cooperation)

We are sad to hear of the tension between you and your neighboring country. Sadly, we will not be able to assist you if you were to declare war, due to current projects and distribution of military personnel.

As for the 'Goodwill Trip", our Queen is pleased to hear that you wish to strengthen relations with our great nation. If you were to cross our border, however, you are expected to abide by our legal system. Any punishment will be decided by the Queen if necessary. You will be immune to any legal sentence other than deportation, so there isn't anything to fear.

We hope to be seeing you soon.

To: Indo-Japanese Minister of Foreign Affairs, Yunai Oryou
From: Administrator of SUAS and CEO of Sky Industries, Cameron Kirby
Subject: In Reply to (Space Program Cooperative Efforts)

Ah, yes. I have been waiting for this message for quite some time. A little unprofessional, if you as me. But, I believe that it is a good way to break the ice.

I am happy to hear that you wish to send over some your top scientists. I believe that they will be a useful resource for what is soon to come. I will await you reply, take as long as you need.

[Naganasu]

Tokyo Imperial Palace, Tokyo, Imperial Naganese Empire



The queen finished up signing the last of the documents on border security and learn back on her chair sighing in relief

"Finally finished." She yawned as she walked into the shower and undressed there to relax in the hot springs.

"Man, this feels amazing." She said as she cleaned herself with a towel whilst being in the hot springs. She eventually finished and put on her sleeping clothes walking out and into her sleeping room where she fell asleep relatively quickly in her bed.

[Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts]

Maou Road, Nagasaki, South Japan

Skyline United

(Image)
To: Skyline United Ministry of Foreign Affairs
From: Indo-Japanese Imperial Palace, Supreme Leader Keiji Sayongwai Maou IV
Subject: Goodwill Trip and Space Program Cooperation

Greetings, Minister. As the leader of the Indo-Japanese Separatist Districts, I would like to arrange a goodwill trip to support further cooperation between our two great nations. Sadly, due to tensions on the Honshu Border, we won’t have much time to arrange, so I’ve had my Ministry of Foreign Affairs lay out a plan for us. Please reply to us as soon as humanly possible.

Keiji Sayongwai Maou IV

To: Skyline United Ministry of Foreign Affairs
From: Indo-Japanese Minister of Foreign Affairs, Yunai Oryou
Subject: Space Program Cooperative Efforts

Good morning/afternoon/whatever time you get this message. I’m sorry if this is a bit informal, but I’m functioning on two hours of sleep and a liter of coffee… and sending this from my phone. Anywho, Keiji sent a proper message already, but he was advised to let me handle the space cooperation discussion. I already have everything planned out. Along with Keiji, we’ll send a group of scientists from the IJSA, the ones responsible for the Sirius 4 moon mission and Fate 1 space station. Please reply ASAP, I won’t be able to receive replies when I get to the Honshu Border.

Yunai Oryou, Minister of Foreign Affairs

Yunai Oryou sighed as she pressed ‘send’ on her phone, passing along her message with the Supreme Leader’s to Skyline United’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs and downed her 23rd cup of coffee. She laid back in the driver's seat of her car, looking up at the sunroof.
"Just wait for a reply..."

Skyline United, Australia

The two messages were received and quickly taken into consideration. The first one was to be sent to the Queen, while the other was to be sent to Cameron, the current Administrator of the Skyline United Aeronautics and Space Program. For the Queen, it was almost morning when she received the message. As for Cameron, he had just fallen asleep in his home on the opposite side of the world when his phone alerted him of the message.

Indo-Japan

To: Indo-Japanese Imperial Palace, Supreme Leader Keiji Sayongwai Maou IV
From: Skyline United Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Subject: In Reply to (Goodwill Trip and Space Program Cooperation)

We are sad to hear of the tension between you and your neighboring country. Sadly, we will not be able to assist you if you were to declare war, due to current projects and distribution of military personnel.

As for the 'Goodwill Trip", our Queen is pleased to hear that you wish to strengthen relations with our great nation. If you were to cross our border, however, you are expected to abide by our legal system. Any punishment will be decided by the Queen if necessary. You will be immune to any legal sentence other than deportation, so there isn't anything to fear.

We hope to be seeing you soon.

To: Indo-Japanese Minister of Foreign Affairs, Yunai Oryou
From: Administrator of SUAS and CEO of Sky Industries, Cameron Kirby
Subject: In Reply to (Space Program Cooperative Efforts)

Ah, yes. I have been waiting for this message for quite some time. A little unprofessional, if you as me. But, I believe that it is a good way to break the ice.

I am happy to hear that you wish to send over some your top scientists. I believe that they will be a useful resource for what is soon to come. I will await you reply, take as long as you need.

Outside Osaka Naval Base, Osaka, South Japan

Skyline United

To: Skyline United Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Cameron Kirby
From: Minister of Foreign Affairs, Yunai Oryou
Subject: Reply to both of your Replies

Thank you Minister. Keiji understands that he must abide by your laws and he will do so.

Thank you for replying on such a short notice, Cameron. Cameron? Can I call you Cameron? Well, it isn’t like you can reply while I’m writing this… anywho, once again, many apologies for the informality, I’ve been driving all day from the Imperial Palace in Nagasaki to the Osaka Naval Base, in well, Osaka. But getting back on topic, we will send them on very, very short notice.

Like, two to three days.

But anyways, expect us. Thank you for your time. I’ll be in the naval base for the next half hour so I can’t take any messages.

Yunai practically leaped out of her car, sprinting up to the door of the naval base. She was met by the Minister of Defense, Misako Haihan. She was pretty much the ideal woman. Tall, attractive, commanding. She smirked a little bit as Yunai approached the entrance, tapping her foot.
“You’re late.”
“Yeah, I realized. The checkpoint was a pain in the ass.”
“No excuse.”
“Fuck you too.”
“Not my fault. Just doing my job.”
“...bitch. I can’t believe that the public isn’t angry at us for using tax dollars to pay your sorry ass.”
“Tough shit. Can’t help that I get paid more than you.”

[Naganasu]

Nagoya, Imperial Naganese Empire



The threat status has been reduced as news spreads of an unofficial cease fire which gave the local population some relief but they arent taking any chances as many start moving out of Nagoya city to other cities north ward to Tokyo and other cities. Some have stared closing their stores due to an increasing military presence in the city that is on the other side of the river where Indo is. The border is guarded with police officers in the bridge.

[Romakivila]

Gašljević-Ivković Energy, Belgrade, Press conference

Gašljević-Ivković had postponed their press conference to a week after the shooting, and announced it three days afterwards. During the announcement they did mention the fact that they believed they were very close to finishing a compact fusion reactor that could be mass produced which obviously sparked the attention of investors, and the news. So after just ten days, the CEO, Jovan Radanovic, walked out to the deep dark brown oak podium. The oak had been stained to get it's dark color, because the lighter oak wood was cheaper. He was dressed in the classic black suit jacket and pants, with a plain silky red tie, and white button up business shirt. His shoes were black and white sneakers. His jet black hair was greased up, and combed to the left so on camera it would appear opposite. His facial hair was of the same color, and trimmed to fit the Van Dyke style. The room was made of the same hardwood oak, however left unstained, and left it's classic light brown color. The crowd sat in cheep metal chairs with a brown pattern cushion built into them. The walls, were plain white, to contrast Radanovic's attire.

Once he reached the podium, he started his opening statement. "Ladies and gentlemen as you know we here at Gašljević-Ivković have been developing a cheep, and effective way to make compact fusion reactors." He said, his voice deep, yet smooth, and welcoming. "Now in case you didn't pay attention in high school, when I say fusion, I am referring to nuclear fusion. What we're hoping to achieve is to fuse isotopes of hydrogen in a compact area to produce energy, much like the sun. Now with that out of the way. Any questions?" He smiled, and immediately a wave of hands were raised. So he had to scope out the businessmen from the media. He laid his eyes on a gentlemen with unkempt hair, and a toothbrush mustache dressed in Radanovic's own business attire. He raised his arm, and pointed at him. "You there, gentlemen with the toothbrush on his lip." The crowd, and man chuckled. "Me?" He said in voice similar to Woodrow Wilson, but with the classic Romakivilian accent, similar to those in the UES and Neolvex. "Well, I was wondering where you intended to get eh supplies for the reactors, as well as how cheep you think they'll be when they come out." "Ah, a good start. Well we will get the supplies from those who sell it to us the cheapest, and we believe one reactor would be in the range of 300,000 Dollas a piece, and, to answer the question I'm sure many of you though of, we will make sure the supplies are of good quality before purchase and distribution." He turned his gaze, and point to a lady with long brown hair, in a tan suit and skirt. "You, pretty lady with the tan dress." She smiled, showing off pearly white teeth. "Why thank you Mr.Radanovic. Me, and my associates where wonder as to when your company believes they'll finish this reactor." "Within the neighborhood of six months." Thus his gaze, and point turned again to a clean shaven gentlemen in a brown suit, with a white undershirt, with a black tie around his neck, and a brown fedora on his head. "Alright press boy, your turn." The man gulped, clearly still young just from his baby face.

"M-Mr.Radanovic sir." He said rather fast with a pitch of voice rather high for his age, and nervously at that. "Yes?" "A-As I'm sure you know, just last week nearly two hundred immigrants were-" "No, comment." "Do you not think this press conference is a little, premature?" The man asked gaining his composure. "No comment." "I ask again, do you not think this is a little premature?" "Nooo, comment." Radanovic said clearly annoyed with the man's pestering. "Next que-" "Do you not think this press conference is a little premature?!" "No comment!" "I Demand a comment!" "No I don't! Next que-" "Why do you think that?!" "No goddamn comment!" "I won't stop till I have an answer!" "Eject this man!" Two security guards rushed to action as the man repeated himself. They grabbed him by the arms, and dragged him out of the room as he kicked, and squirmed. One of the guards kicked his face after the threw him to the ground, and broke the man's nose. The walked back in, and slammed the door on him. Radanovic took a deep breath, and then pointed to another man in the room. "Next question."

[Ozzy]

Italy and Libya

Italy in the alternate IAP realm was always an intriguing regional power in Europe, bearing an all-human population with an insatiable hatred towards sapient non-humans, specifically ponies. The rage was fueled by humiliating defeat by talking colorful equines in the 1800s, guided by an enigma of a government that twisted the once beautiful country into a fascist military junta, forever obscuring the wonderful Renaissance culture that remained prominent in many alternate modern realities.

The country has taken a turn for the worst in the 20th century, it developed a main emphasis on building a large military in a desperate attempt to leave Valtasia on edge for many decades, stacked on top of a crumbling economy with an undying interest in expansion into Libya. Despite its southern neighbor sharing similar political ideologies, the Italians have been waging border clashes with Libya for years. In the most recent events, even destroyed much of the Libyan fleet in the Mediterranean Sea and asserted naval dominance in the area to aid their commence of hostile skirmishes in the Tripoli metropolis. An act of war gone unnoticed by much of the world so far, yet French officials 'donated' excess military surplus to the Libyan rebels in efforts to help repel the persistent Italian forces that refuse to budge from the Tripoli areas. It is unclear when the conflict would end, as Italy's presence in the Tripoli area increases.

Present Day

Libyan soldiers are holed up around the perimeter of a rocky point, firing from well-hidden pillboxes between the rocky ravines outside the city, AK-47 knockoffs firing wildly and peppering the area of an invading Italian infantry force. Both sides lacked in technology, for the Libyans, it seems like their equipment stopped progressing in the 50s whilst the Italians were somewhat thirty years ahead. The latter had slightly superior training and overwhelming numbers, rugged Merkava MK II variant tanks and varied infantry formations flooded the small defenses with mortar weaponry. Pleas for help from the injured were drowned out by the continuous stream of gunfire, explosions, and rumbling heavy engines. The rebels didn't have fun using the more advanced armored cars from France either, completely untrained in using such devices barely compensated for their overall poor military tech.

On a grainy television screen from an unknown location, robed rebels fled from rock to rock, horribly mowed down by surprise attacks by enemy machine guns. A burly man with a wealthy person complexion and pissed off facial expression eyes the carnage from the TV, popping open a bottle of wine to pour in a champagne glass. He was the relatively new ruthless dictator of Italy, Lord Bernkastel. How he rise to power was a mystery, but it certainly wasn't through peaceful democratic means. "A little early to celebrate, but I think we have the northern Libyan province in the bag. All we really need is the Tripoli areas and the rest will collapse..." He chuckles and knocks over tiny plastic soldiers on a strategic map, speaking English and not Italian for everyone's convenience. A handful of the people with him were high ranking officers of some sort, and they didn't share his optimism.

"P-Permission to speak, My Lord...?" One of the officers cleared his throat, which earned him a groan of frustration from the burly man.

"Yes, whatever. Make it quick."

"The 2nd Infantry Division discovered a considerably large rebel artillery garrison in the Murqub District, they are hitting our guys in the aforementioned division pretty hard."

"Then give them reprisals!! Swift and bloody reprisals!! Seriously, I don't have the patience for logistics right now. Damnation, watch the whole world bitch because we decided to annex some irrelevant nation of sand and a fuckton of oil." A moment of silence ensued as he sat there and manically chuckled, which was cut short by a loud yell. "REPRISALS!!! NOW!!"

The officers jumped and scurried about the room, Bernkastel continues. "I know we have nearby mechanized infantry units in the area, do something with them. Now if you excuse me, I'm getting a better drink and looking into American contractors to upgrade our pitiable armour." He pours his wine onto the floor with a look of disgust and leaves the room. "We better have that district under control by the end of the week, commanders~"

---

Valtasia, New Eclipse Palace

Monsoon lies there on the couch as the celebration rages on outside the royal palace, a few incidents involving some meanie humies prohibited all access past the walls outside. Of course, there are pegasi who could easily fly over it, there would be trained and armed pegasi to intercept them. He hated the idea of ruining things for ponies because humans are jerks, but Monsoon didn't have much of a choice in the matter. After a very close call with an Italian terrorist two Grand Galloping Galas ago, he simply couldn't put his life on the line like that again.

The navy blue stallion sadly sighs and sifts through his mail, there were foreign aid requests from a Libyan rebel commander that raised an eye brow. While letters and packages were thoroughly checked for anything nastily harmful inside before entering the Palace, he really wouldn't put it past them to write ignorant expletives about colorful ponies under the guise of requesting mercy. Monsoon opened the letter and was surprised to see a legitimate request for aid against the merciless Italians, "I'll just set that aside for later... really, given how things are, I'm surprised that letter even got to me at all!" He takes a sip of tea and nearly jumped out of his seat from a knock on the door jamb. "Sweet Celestia! What is it!?"

A white Pegasus mare with big goofy glasses clears her throat menacingly, "Ahem, radios from the east picked up news of a pony massacre in Romakivila, at least 134 dead." That statement caused Monsoon's face to contort in obvious rage. "Hell, news of this is spreading everywhere, it's not exactly difficult to confirm. Journalists have ventured into Sarajevo to gathered more information on the assault, the slaughter was committed in just mere seconds!" The Regal feminine pegasus sadly sighed, horrible events committed against unarmed pony citizens was more frequent than it needed to be, whilst such events angered or saddened Monsoon, he wasn't exactly surprised by it as much any more. Yet it wouldn't have still maintained that intense amount of initial shock if such horrible events wasn't lingering over the fact that ponies done hardly anything wrong to humanity.

"Let me guess? The shooters successfully got away too?" Monsoon rolled his eyes and picked up a letter from The Union of Eastern States, wondering when in the world he received such a thing. His foreign affairs ministered gave an extremely subtle nod that made the blue stallion grunt in frustration. "Fucking humans... typical of them to be shooting at something that's different to them, and will the Romak government do anything to crack down on such an atrocity? I'm leaning towards a no...." The blue pegasus read the letter sent from Maimu regarding an increasing presence of a pony minority from his nation. "Ink Pen, I'm going to be there for the ponies in the Eastern States, I'll probably need you to accompany me when I meet with the head of their administration."

"Yes, your Majesty. What about the massacre?"

"I will swiftly respond to it, though any aggression towards Romakivila will more than likely sway Italy to their side. If that's the case and Romakivila's government doesn't want to crack down on the violence against non-humans..." Monsoon shows her the letter from the Libyan rebels, "We'll need a trump card, I'll have to contact Parliament officials and schedule a meeting with the General of the Army, we'll have to step extremely lightly around Italy if we are to hurt them from behind using Libya."

"Erm, understood your Majesty! I'll be more than honored to accompany you to the Union of Eastern States!" The white mare saluted, which made the King blushed brightly.

"Thank you Ink Pen! Speaking of ink pen... where is one? I need to write these guys back. Ugh, why don't they go digital like everyone else!!?" The pony uplifted the couch cushion in his throne to find something, Ink Pen lifted a hoof to ask why a couch was in his throne room, but refrain with a tiny sigh.

[The Union of Eastern States]

Kapral Snezha Kanchev, Sofia, Bulgaria

Another day in the sun, peace and quiet. At least, that’s how the day began. The border was calm, the barbed wire fences and trenches were surrounded by the laughter of guards playing cards. Horses whinnied as they rode along the border in groups of twenty, their cavaliers atop their saddles with their bayonets at the ready. Large bonfires burned in the distance, further into inland Bulgaria where morning prayers had begun. The short, emerald green grass was crushed beneath the feet of the patrolling guards.

Then there was the other side. Troy. Guarded, yes, but not as heavily as the Eastern side. No horses, less men, but more armour. Groups of eight patrolling similar to the groups of Eastern cavalry, similar routes as well, but they opted for no trenches. On the section Snezha guarded she could see at least a dozen soldiers cleaning their guns. Their guns were rather odd, not long like a musket and not veneered with wood. She automatically assumed that Troy were suffering from a difference in technology, forcing them to use odd and stupid weapons. From where she stood, the defenses were far superior.

Carefully, she stepped down onto a ladder and climbed down into the trench. A group of horses rode past her as she assumed her position, slightly elevated and aiming her musket over towards Troy. The guards over in Troy were probably used to it now, in fact she recognised a fair few faces over there. Achatus, Platenus, Christophuru, so many faces with such silly Greek names. However, there was also one other face she didn’t recognise. It was nestled between the veterans of the border, Troy guards that had been there longer than she had, nervously twitching and constantly checking his weapon.

It was a boy, no more than twenty, his short buzzcut hair reflected some of the sun’s light into her face. That was, until the clouds rolled in. An hour passed and eventually Snezha forgot it was even sunny in the morning, now the world seemed to have a blue hue with all the dark clouds looming above. Now she could just make out the silhouettes of the men across the border, she could hear Achatus complain about the cold which made her laugh a little. A slow trickle of rain had begun, but she knew it would soon be pouring down. Rain affected The East far more than Troy, the trenches got muddy, muskets locked up, and pneumonia (while treatable) spread like crazy.

But the rain wasn’t the worst of it, because soon it did pour. Following the sudden precipitation came a thunderstorm. The strikes of lightning in the distance illuminated the figures of the men just briefly enough for her to make out their faces. A loud crack of thunder made the new guard jump, causing the others to mock him. The sound of hooves were now approaching, a sloppy sound as the cavalry tread through the mud. Some dirt splattered onto her face, making her grimace a little, but she kept her musket aimed dutifully. Another flash of lightning, and another crack of thunder.

The new recruit’s face lit up again, but this time from the flash of his muzzle rather than the lightning. One of the horses reared and whinnied, causing the lad to open fire. The horse collapsed, crushing it’s rider beneath it. In response, the line of musketmen Snezha belonged to returned fire. Of the twelve muskets fired, only 5 actually released their rounds. Not that it mattered, all the shots collided with the armour of Troy’s guards. Snezha’s fired, so she quickly began to reload. Troy returned their fire, suppressing Snezha and her entrenched comrades. Upon hearing the sound of gunfire, another group of horsemen rode over from nearby. The two groups of cavalry charged and leapt over the barbed wire and the trenches. They stampeded over the guards, but another eight horses were downed alongside their riders, and another two riders shot dead. The free horses ran further into Troy as Snezha finally reloaded.

She pulled the trigger, only for her musket to lock up from the wet gunpowder. Another nine shots were fired by her allies, but it was only enough to kill one. The return fire quickly felled three men in her trench as the horsemen retreated. The Easterners bunkered down, letting Troy waste their ammunition. After a long while, the shooting stopped, leaving the two in a bitter ceasefire. One of the cavaliers raised a white flag and rose back inland to send a report back home about the border incident.

Minister Maimu Estenson, Tallinn, Estonia

Still nothing. Maimu had found herself in something of a rare occurrence, a slow day at the office. No demands from the king, no replies from Neolvex, and no more pressing headlines in the news. Considering how often she was rushed off her feet, Maimu expected she would enjoy some quiet time to relax. Yet, here she was, bored and impatient. She felt useless, and the day was dragging on. There was only so many times she could drum her fingers on the table in the tune of the Eastern national anthem, or read the same article in the state press about Barques. Maimu finally gave up and lit a small fire in a brazier, and prayed to R’hllor for something productive to do.

Thankfully, someone must have heard her prayer, as a servant rushed into her room with a letter from the king. Maimu even got to chastise the poor girl for a solid ten minutes about the importance of knocking before entering, and about how important it is to respect your peers. The young girl left, sobbing slightly, but Maimu was just glad to have the letter. Though it did seem pointless, sending a letter to someone to tell them to send a letter to someone else. It was little things like this that made Maimu hate her desk job. However, pushing her feelings aside, she got to work just as any diligent and dutiful minister should.

Dear Castelandian Foreign Affairs Ministry,

It is with great honour and privilege that I can cordially invite your great leader/ambassador to small conference here in our glorious nation. The conference will last a total of two days and all expenses will be covered by the charity and grace of King Mr Tibbs I. This will include travel and dining expenses, as an example. Neolvex has also been invited, so we may discuss mutually beneficial agreements.

I expect an acceptance letter soon,
Minister Maimu Estenson, Head of Foreign Affairs

Done, Maimu put her ink and quill up and sent the letter off. She hoped that this Courtney Carter replied faster than The UES’ slavic neighbours. Once again bored, Maimu flicked through a report from Crimea. Basics about exports and imports, nothing unexpected. After that she read through the other reports, though only Estonia and Ukraine was surprising. Baltic Herring, a staple of The Eastern Diet, was being increasingly exported as was Copper. Most Eastern copper was not sold due to the large amount of competition from Skyline United, The South American Alliance and Neolvex. However, this odd trade sparked an idea for Maimu. An idea that was worth two letters.

Dear Naganese Foreign Affairs Ministry,

Dear ally, best of luck for what the future holds. I write to you to suggest a greater exchange in fish. Our Baltic Herring is a delicacy, and we are unable to go whaling over here. So, it is for this reason, I believe we can work together to help control fish prices.

Hugs and kisses,
Minister Maimu Estenson, Head of Foreign Affairs

Dear Skyline Foreign Affairs Ministry,

Greetings from across the world. While you may have never interacted that much with our glorious nation, The UES has a proposal. With both our nations exporting large amounts of copper, it only makes sense for us to join together to help us both earn more. I propose we join together to form The Alliance of Copper Exporting Nations, or ACEN for short.

For the glory of our states,
Minister Maimu Estenson, Head of Foreign Affairs

Maimu put her feet up, expecting her work to be done for the day. Her tiny office was for once empty of papers except those blank few that had yet to be written on. Suddenly, there was a large commotion outside. Talk of Troy and the border, panc was plenty. With another sigh Maimu inspected, peering her head out her door. A courier ran over to her with another message from the king, and a new headline for The Tallinn State Press. Border Kerfuffle Leaves 20 Easterners Dead. Now she understood the purpose of the two new letters, and knew the cause of all the panic.

Dear Syrian-Palestinian Foreign Affairs Ministry,

Since the days of Queen Sofia the Unworthy, The Union of Eastern States has supported a free and independent Palestinian state. Now that The Levant is owned by Arabs and not Zionists, it seems our aspirations have finally been fulfilled. So now it is with pleasure that I can offer your state an alliance with The UES, allowing our nations to work together and prosper in friendship.

Your ardent supporter,
Minister Maimu Estenson, Head of Foreign Affairs

Dear Egyptian-Sudanese Foreign Affairs Ministry,

Since the days of Queen Sofia the Unworthy, The Union of Eastern States has supported a free and independent Palestinian state, as have Egypt. Now The Levant is Syrian and Palestinian, and your nation had played a crucial part. With our Islamophile south, an alliance would meet no opposition here, and so that is what I offer you this day.

May our goals align again,
Minister Maimu Estenson, Head of Foreign Affairs

Ambassador Ludmila Blažková, Belgrade, Romakivila

Ludmilla applauded politely before Jovan he asked for questions. Glancing around the room, she recognised a total of zero people despite living in Romakivila for a while. Though it was still obvious who was in journalism and who was in business. Ludmila looked like neither herself, she had opted for a long scarlet evening gown with a black clutch purse. Black flat shoes matched it, and her vibrant red hair emphasised her grey eyes. After she watched the media get dragged out, she reached in her purse to pull out a pad of paper, a quill, and a small pot of ink.

Ludmila had yet to get used to the idea of free press, she knew in The UES a journalist like that would have been executed for his impertinence. She raised a hand and readied her quill. “May I ask what the minimum investment is?” The ambassador kept an expressionless face, asking her question before she could even be acknowledged by Jovan. She knew that fusion was far beyond anything The UES was capable of, and it’s progression would cause a significant loss in income for her homeland. “And can anyone invest, say someone like… A governmental entity?”