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Postby The Palmetto » Thu Mar 14, 2019 4:35 pm

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“When the winds of change blow, some build walls and others build windmills”





Starting Date: January 1st, 1990




After the end of the Great War, the world order created by its victors has shied away from such massive, global conflicts between nations. Instead, the various powers of Earth consolidated their own power blocs to pursue common interests. Communism and Integralism, a far-right, worker’s based ideology, sprung up and challenged what might have been a peaceful, democratic world in the aftermath of the World War. The USSR asserted its ability to exert its influence in the Pacific War, which saw Japan’s empire crippled. Brazil, a major Integralist power, has been slowly overtaking the stagnating as the leader of integralism, and Integralism has reared its face as Catholic movements in Europe struggle against modern liberalism. Most importantly of all, however, smaller nations that were once pinned down are resisting their masters to escape their oppressive spheres of influence. As ideologies and power blocs, only one thing is certain. The winds of change are blowing, and the empires of old will adapt or die.




Welcome to 1990: The Winds of Change, an alternate history RP made by myself with the help of many people on Cobalt Network. Not only does it work to tell a story of “what-ifs”but to tell the story of a unique world, similar to our own but different in many ways. In this RP, you’ll be playing the role of a nation and be tasked with managing internal and foreign affairs in the face of drastic global change. Much of the lore is pre-determined, but so long as it doesn’t contradict anything in the OP, has a POD in the 1860s, and is realistic, you’ll be fine. Keep in mind, however, that you are running a “real” nation, this isn’t Hoi4. The government’s actions must be realistic for the type of government, and keep in mind the state of the populace. They can, and will, revolt depending on how you run things. So long as you keep in mind the ideology of your government and your people, however, you should be fine.

There is no United Nations, League of Nations, etc., so there is no “organized”, legal way of sanctioning a nation. Don’t act like this gives you a free hand. You won’t be sanctioned for your government type, but if you act cruelly and do something and heinous as genociding your own people, you’re at major risk for sanction or invasion. If it isn’t in the name of human rights, it’ll be in the name of natural resources. Morality and imperial interests will always exist, so you shouldn’t be surprised when your oil-rich, genocidal dictatorship ends up with an Abrams parked in the backyard.




Current Conflicts

Destabilization is creeping in Mexico and parts of Central America, with the stagnation of the USA resulting in newfound freedoms for its sphere of influence. This is the first time in decades the region has been anything short of de facto protectorates, and because of it, people are demanding full independence for their nations. Everyone from drug cartels to rebel groups wants to take advantage of this, though so far, the worse is yet to come.

The solidification of France's influence in the Sahara had some benefits for the local population, who have more access to jobs, housing, and medicine than they would have had likewise. Most of the population has been content with this, and along with the French intelligence agencies, has prevented any massive revolutions. However, this doesn't mean that the French are loved by the populace. Islamic terror groups hide among the civilian populace in the Sahara, always waiting for their chance to strike.

Artificial borders have caused more than a few problems for Africa, with many nations there having at least some sort of insurrection. This is a problem most of all within the Republic of Zaire, if it can even be called a nation. For decades the nation has been ravaged by civil war, and is controlled by warlords backing a puppet president who has no power. Worst of all is the involvement of foreign corporations in this, who gladly buy resources cheaply and commit atrocious acts against the natives while funding whichever warlord gives them the best option. In the southern half of the continent, Rhodesia and South Africa's attempts at reform have done little to placate the natives, and there is a rebellion brewing in their nations. Brazil has prevented rebels from using Angola or Mozambique as bases, but regardless, this wont prevent them from descending into civil war if it comes to it.

The issue of artificial borders is not limited to Africa either. Europe has seen far less separatist violence, but there are many factions within Central and Eastern Europe that would much rather see their nations become independent. This has been further increased by cultural assimilation, with nationalists becoming frightened of their language and culture dying off. This could easily escalate into wars of independence if left uncheck, though whether they would succeed, depends. The middle east's diversity has depended from nation to nation, with some nations having their ethnicities live in peace and harmony while others are on the verge of ethnic cleansing.

Japan's attempts at solidifying its empire and rebuilding its armed forces are seen as potential flashpoints by the international community. Korean and Filipino nationalists are growing more radical by the second due to Japanese plots of assimilation, and the recent installment of a half-Japanese "Korean" in Korea has heightened this anger. If left unchecked, Japan could either remerge as a new power with non-Japanese under its heels, or be forced to retreat to its home islands as its satellites declare independence.
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Postby Costa Fierro » Sat Mar 16, 2019 7:44 pm

Havana, Cuba. January 1, 1990:
The apartment building looked much like the others in Vedado, an inner area close to central Havana. It was cream in colour, six stories high, and much like the other buildings around it. It was a middle class part of Havana, where many of the civil servants and their families lived. There were nice parks, many cafes, and several prominent buildings, including the foreign ministry, nestled among the forest of white low rises. If anything the buildings seemed to get taller the closer one got to the Malecón. Nevertheless, the two occupants of the black Peugeot 505 were certain it was where they needed to be. The car park was lined with all sorts of vehicles indicating middle class Cuban wealth, and despite it being New Years, most of the car parks were full. Each one had a little concrete block at the end, with a number painted on it in black lettering, denoting which apartment that specific space belonged to. Curiously, only one resident in the apartment wasn't home, and it was the one the two men were looking for. The two men reversed into a space overlooking the vacant parking spot, and waited.

Their patience was rewarded when a white BMW 3 Series pulled in, and a deciedly foreign looking man dressed in a white polo shirt and sand coloured shorts. The two men, dressed in dark suits, exited the car and quickly caught up with the man. One of them pulled out a pistol, and jabbed him in the back with it.
"Don't move," the older man with the pistol commanded. "Cooperate and you won't get shot."
"How much do you want," the man replied in a clear American accent. "I've only got three-fifty on me."
"We're not here for money," the man with the pistol replied. "Take us up." He prodded harder. The American complied, and took them up to the apartment.
******

The apartment was like most others in this part of Havana; modern, well furnished, and white. White painted walls, white tiles, white fittings. White was very much the in colour when it was renovated. The American unlocked the door to the apartment and opened it up. He was shoved through by the man with the pistol, who barked at his associate to search the premises. The associate zipped off, making a b-line for the bedroom.
"What do you want?" the American asked, now shoved onto the couch in the living room.
"We want something very important to us," the man with the pistol replied. "Tell us where you have hidden it."
"I don't know what you're talking about," the American replied. "Whatever it is, I don't have it."
"Sure you don't," the man with the pistol replied. He barked something in Spanish and a higher, weedier voice replied from within the bedroom. A look of frustration came across the face of the man with the pistol. "Tell us where it is. Or I'll pull the trigger and find it myself."
"If you kill me, you'll never find it," came the cheeky reply from the American. "I will tell you it's not here."
"Then where is it?" the man with the pistol demanded. "Tell is who has it." The American remained silent. Suddenly the American leapt off the couch and took the man with the pistol by surprise, although a shot was fired, before the pistol clattered to the floor. The two began to wrestle on the floor, trading the occasional punch until the man who had the pistol managed to get the American off him, and clambered for the pistol lying on the white tiles. He grabbed it and turned just as the American set upon him once more, and two more shots were fired. This time the American slid off the man with the pistol, making sickly gurgling noises. Two patches of blood began to grow across the American's chest as he lay there, bloody foam eminating from the mouth. The associate dashed out of the room, looked at the dying American, then looked at his superior.
"What the fuck happened?" the associate screamed. "The fuck did you kill him for?"
"Doesn't matter now," the man with the pistol said. "Let's get the fuck out of here before anyone turns up." The both of them turned and left the building.
******

The phone on the bedside table rang with a shrill siren. The man stirred in the best next to it, rolling over and looking at the digital alarm clock. He swore and propped himself up against the pillow. He grabbed the receiver.
"Detective Cimarro." he said with a look of defeated familiarity. He sat there and grunted at intervals, responding to whoever was on the phone. Cimarro hung the phone. Pulling the covers, back, he swung his legs over the side of the bed, and reluctantly stood. He shuffled out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the bathroom. He had a shower, freshened himself up, and returned to the bedroom to dress. His wife had awakened and was sleepily sitting up in bed.
"A body?" she asked. "Already?" Cimarro's grunt was an affirmative one. She sighed and lay back down.
"Can't we just get one day together?" she said, frustrated. "That's all I ask for. One. Damn. Day."
"I'll be back to take you and the kids out for lunch," Cimarro said. "I'll see you later, right?" A sort of "I guess" groan came from his wife. Cimarro walked over and kissed her goodbye, before leaving the room. He put his shoes beside the front door, grabbed his keys from his blazer pocket, and left.
******

The lazy rotating lights of the police cars could be seen from a considerable distance away, as Cimarro approached the scene. The police had cordoned off the cark park, and a crowd had gathered close to the entrance. He pulled up a bit away from it. As he approached, a younger man dressed in a suit approached him.
"Morning boss," the young man greeted. "It's an interesting case we've got."
"How so?" Cimarro asked.
"You'll have to see for yourself," the assistant said. "Things aren't quite matching up."

Cimarro stuck his head around the corner of the entrance of the apartment before walking in. He was confronted by a man lying on his back, a pool of blood on the floor beneath him. The man looked relatively young, with short, cropped blond hair. He had blue eyes which carried that vacant stare of death. The man's face and hands were bruised and scratched. He wore a white polo shirt, cream shorts, and boat shoes. A square chin rounded off an otherwise blemished but handsome face.
"Looks like there was a struggle," Cimarro said. "Was there a robbery?"
"It looks that way," the assistant replied. "However we've had a look through the apartment, and outside of the bedroom which looked like it was ransacked, there's nothing else to indicate that anything was stolen." A police officer handed Cimarro a bag containing the deceased man's wallet. He opened the wallet up, and found a Florida driving licence, a Cuban driving permit, and several hundred pesos.
"So our man is a gringo?" Cimarro noted, pulling out the driver's licence. "Steve Jones." Cimarro looked at the assistant. "Have you contacted the embassy?"
"Liasion's on it," the assistant replied. "It's a bit early for the embassy staff, but they're going to go through the records of those who have registered with them."
"It'll take a bit," Cimarro said, putting the driver's licence back inside. He then pulled out the driving permit. "We can narrow it down, though. This driving permit was issued two months ago."
"A recent arrival?" the assistant remarked.
"Looks like it." Cimarro then looked over at the body. He walked closer, then got down on one knee to get a closer look. "Have the officers canvassed the neighbours about the gunshots?"
"Yes," the assistant replied. "They said they heard three shots." Cimarro raised an eyebrow.
"Three?"
"Three," the assistant said, taking a smaller bag from another officer and handing it to Cimarro. The detective opened it, and pulled out a shell casing.
"It's definitely nine milimetre," Cimarro confirmed. "If there was only three shots, we can rule out a submachine gun. That just leaves one of the many thousands of pistols floating around. You said there was three shots, right?"
"Yes," the assistant replied. "Three shots. According to the neighbours, there was one shot, then there was some shouting, banging, and then two more shots."
"Was it a warning shot?" Cimarro asked.
"Maybe," the assistant replied. "But the neighbours couldn't tell. There was a definite gap between the first shot and the last two shots, however."
"Have the officers found anything else?" Cimarro asked. His assistant nodded, and Cimarro followed him to the window, where a small bullet hole was evidence. Cracks radiated out like lightning. Cimarro knelt down beside it. He examined the glass closely, trying to get a mental picture of how it happened.
"I don't believe the first shot was a warning shot," his assistant remarked. "If it was, would the hole not be in the roof and not in the window?"
"My thoughts exactly, Nicolás," Cimarro said. "It looks to me like there was a round fired during the struggle."
"So what's the plan of action, boss?" Nicolás asked. Cimarro shrugged.
"Like it has been. Get some of the officers to go door to door in the building next to the carpark and ask if anyone saw or heard anything, but other than that, what can we do?" Cimarro's cynicism was right. The Cuban National Police had suffered considerably from funding cuts during the recession in the first half of the 1980's, which had depleted financial and material resources at the disposal of the police. Rising crime saw a spike in homicides in Cuba in 1985, particularly from drug cartels and illegal traffickers as corruption grew alongside the body count. While homicides have dipped in recent years, Cimarro still had 53 unsolved homicide cases committed over the last five years in Vedado alone. He had no means to move forward unless by some miracle the other officers managed to find someone who saw something. He didn't have high expectations.

As he drove to the police station, the song Chan Chan came over the radio. It set the mood nicely.
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In the cold, dry air of a Muscovite winter a man looked out across the skyline from the windows of his office in the Palace of Soviets. The massive building took more than fifteen years to construct and stands today as a grand concrete monument to the Stalin Era in the very center of the Soviet capital city. Indeed, the man thought as he allowed his mind to wander for a few moments, enjoying what free time he had. Being Premier of the Soviet Union and General Secretary of the CPSU, it would go without saying that free time was not in abundance for this man. His name was Maxim Raskalov and he had risen to power after Sergei Izotov stepped down from the posts of Premier and General Secretary. Raskalov led a nation moving into a new era of it's history, former Premier Izotov had been seen by some to be a Red Peter the Great, a man who modernized and transformed his state from the ground up. The concepts of "Socialism Adapted to Soviet Realities" and the "Market Economy for Social Benefit" along with other axioms collectively known as the Izotov Theory which stressed the need for wide-ranging reform of the USSR had become written into the official ideological declaration of the CPSU's Party Constitution.

The Izotov Era changed the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Under previous rulers such as Lenin, Stalin and Khrushchev, the relationship between ideology and decision-making was a deductive one, meaning that policy-making was derived from ideological knowledge. Under Izotov, this relationship was turned upside down, with decision-making justifying ideology and not the other way around. Indeed, acording to the words of the previous Premier, Party ideology must be dynamic in order to ultimately safeguard the party's rule over the Soviet Union. Party ideology could not be allowed to become "rigid, unimaginative, ossified, and disconnected from reality." The reforms brought about under the Izotov Era gave rise to great economic development but also created significant issues, several regions of the Union had seen next to no greater development an some regional economies had even suffered, resulting in significant regional wealth disparities. Corruption had never been truly tackled by the previous administration and only grew, not only did it hurt the economy and quality of civil services provided, it was wildly unpopular with the public.

Indeed, rising popular anger at the corruption and nepotism in the CPSU had led to the riots and demonstrations that rocked the country eight years ago. It was however, sadly so that one-party states and corruption were things that went together like brick and plaster. Be that as it may, it could be limited and cracked down on, thus performance would be improved and public support could be solidified. Corruption would always be a part of the Soviet Union as it was a part of any nation to a greater or lesser extent. However, it needed to remain on an acceptable level, it needed to function in a way that keeps the elites happy and the people placated. "Sovietologists" often noted that anti-corruption crackdowns were always heavily connected to the internal politics and factional power-struggles inside the CPSU as such measures were the perfect tools to remove internal opponents as well as to remind friends and allies to keep within the "acceptable level of graft". All while showing the Soviet public that eight years ago showed anger toward the nepotism and corruption issues that the Party was doing something about the problem.

As Raskalov heard the door to his office open he turned around and a smile spread across his face. The men who entered were some of the closest members of his inner circle. Members of the Central Committee, Ministers, Presidium members, all men at the top of their careers and at the heart of Soviet policymaking. Fyodor Korotayev, Minister of Foreign Affairs placed a stack of files on the Premier's desk.

"Good morning gentlemen." Korotayev said. "I apologize that it took two more days than we planned but it's finally done, here are the files you requested on the Hardliners who have come over to join us."

The Premier nodded with a pleased look on his face. "Good work Comrade Korotayev." He said and took one of the files, opening it. He was glad to see several Hardliners coming over to support the moderate Kremlinists, the faction Raskalov himself led as they were the main internal opposition aside from the Liberal wig which was largely too small to count. His policies have already largely swayed the Izotovists to his side as he affirmed the Izotovist economic policies in the six years that he has ruled ensuring further rapid economic growth. He had future plans that could hopefully earn him support from the Hardliners through his foreign policy of expanding Soviet influence and solving the "Japanese problem", a popular issue among the Hardliners. "Are you sure about these men, Comrade Korotayev? Can we trust them not to argue against us among the Hardliner camp and to argue for them to support our policies?."

"I would be careful, Comrade Premier. We should however give them a chance to prove ourselves, after we institute the Party Commissariat for Internal Supervision, we'll be able to keep a close eye on them and if they prove their words true, we can begin giving them some more important positions. We must prove that working with us is in their interest." Minister Korotayev replied.

"I'm impressed gentlemen.." Premier Raskalov said as he rose from his chair and smiled to his friends and allies. "I believe it's time to move forward with our anti-corruption campaign and lay the groundwork for the military reforms we discussed. Come, let us go to the Assembly of the Presidium and see the vote, and congratulate Comrade Lyubomyr Hlushko on his new position."




Proposal - Amend the CPSU Code of Ethical and Moral Conduct to include the following rules in order to combat corruption and graft.

Description: In order to promote the honest political duty performance of CPSU members on all levels of leadership, these Rules are formulated in accordance with the Constitution of Communist Party of Soviet Union and in line with the practice of honest and self-regulatory work of CPSU cadres to be written into the CPSU Code of Ethical and Moral Conduct. These rules shall enforce rules against graft and corruption in order to limit the socially dangerous behaviors some Party members have, regrettably engaged in. A memorandum on the new rules shall be sent to all Party Members and Youth Wing members in the USSR.

The Rules shall be the following:
1: It is forbidden to obtain, accept, or as-if-borrow the property belonging to a Company of which one is in charge of or has relationship with.
2: It is forbidden to accept outside monetary recompense or other kinds of gifts in exchange for rendering public services.
3: It is forbidden to make unlawful profits through manipulation of trusts and funds.
4: It is forbidden to run a secondary company through a third party.
5: It is forbidden to own the stocks or bonds of unlisted enterprises.
6: It is forbidden to register a company abroad or have stock shares abroad.
7: It is forbidden to within three years after retirement or temporarily leaving an official position to be recruited by an individual enterprise, foreign funded enterprise or other company that was connected in the scope of one's former job.
8: It is forbidden to engage in profitable activities which have been managed in the frame of a previous political position.
9: It is forbidden to lend or borrow public funds or public property.
10: It is forbidden to deposit money from public funds in individual accounts.
11: It is forbidden to directly or indirectly use public funds for private travel arrangements.
12: It is forbidden to illegally obtain public property or acquire it by paying just a symbolical price.
13: It is forbidden to illegally divert public funds, such as social security funds or housing funds from their intended destination.
14: It is forbidden to appoint or dismiss subordinates without going through the process defined by regulation, recommendation, investigation, interview, discussion and decision making.
15: It is forbidden to use the power of a held position to interfere in the process of selection or hiring of subordinates.
16: It is forbidden to use public funds to pay the expenditures of a child, spouse, in-laws or other relatives for their studies, living, travel etc.
17: It is forbidden to use the power of a held position to make illegal profits for parents, spouse, child, in-laws or other relatives.
18: It is forbidden to authorize a spouse, children, in-laws or colleagues to make illegal profits in one’s name, such as taking bribes etc.
19: It is forbidden to use the power of a held public office to provide favorable conditions for the enterprises of each other’s spouses, children, in-laws or other relatives.
20: It is forbidden to interfere in economic disputes between either persons or Companies.
21: It is forbidden to give unfair advantage to relatives and friends in regards to social security payouts, subsidies, compensations etc.
22: It is forbidden to engage in activities going against social norms, professional ethics and family virtues.



Results of Presidium Vote
For: 1283.
Against: 217.

Result: Passes.


Proposal - Instituting the Party Commissariat for Internal Supervision.

Description: The practical working style of the ruling party is a matter of life and death for the CPSU and thus resolutely punishing and effectively preventing corruption is a major political task that our Party must excel at. Honest political working performance of CPSU members in official public positions is an important guarantee for adhering to Marxism-Leninism, Izotov Theory and the building of a Market Economy for Social Benefit, thoroughly implementing Socialism Adapted to Soviet Realities and fully implementing the CPSU's principles and policies. It is imperative that members of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union embrace the lofty ideal of Communism and hold firm conviction in Socialism Adapted to Soviet Realities, always maintaining their integrity in matters of official conduct and carry forward the CPSU's fine style of work while maintaining close ties with the masses Communism serves.

For promotion of honest political duty performance of CPSU members, we must tackle the problem of corruption and graft in a comprehensive way, adopting both punitive and preventive measures and focusing on prevention. A key factor in this will be strengthening internal supervision by instituting the Party Commissariat for Internal Supervision. This internal body will be tasked with enforcing internal rules and regulations as set by the CPSU Party Constitution and combating corruption and malfeasance in the Party and will initially employ 6000 persons.

The Commissariat for Internal Supervision's Office of Inspection and Supervision will be divided into ten Supervision Divisions, four shall investigate cases at the vice-ministerial level and above while six investigate officials at the level of Oblast/ASSR governors, vice-governors, chairs and vice-chairs of local OBKOM's, city mayors and deputies. The Commissariat for Internal Supervision's Office of Discipline shall educate Party members on their duties and rights, preserve party discipline, uphold party decisions, see that party members exercise their duties in accordance with the CPSU Party Constitution.

The Commissariat for Internal Supervision will not be counted as a law enforcement agency and will be working closely with relevant law enforcement agencies to start formal investigations, make arrests or mete out punishments. When a Supervision Team gathers evidence of wrongdoing and corruption, the information is passed on to the Commissariat's Central Leading Group and Law Enforcement personnel will be dispatched to aid in the investigation and, if needed, make formal arrests.



Results of Presidium Vote
For: 1115.
Against: 385.

Result: Passes.
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New York City
Union of American States
January 1, 1990
0730


"Well," Gabe Morris announced with some solemnity, "the eighties are over."

"Thank fucking Christ," said Deon. Gabe laughed and shook his head.

From the bench on the embankment, the brothers could see all the way across the Hudson. Gabe felt the faint warmth of the sun on the back of his neck, just beginning to creep above the horizon behind him. He had that odd feeling of displacement, almost as if he were floating, that always came after missing an entire night of sleep. In front of him, a barge loaded with shipping containers made its slow way up the river under the dim winter sunlight. Next to it, a massive newly-built Aegis destroyer moved swiftly downriver toward the sea, its dozens of missile ports sealed against the fog.

"Another year older," Deon said.

Gabe smiled and shook his head. "Don't you start, little brother." Deon waved a hand and subsided into companionable silence. Thirty yards from the bench, a pair of old Jewish men, bundled up against the morning chill, played chess and talked quietly in German.

"Hell of a night, though," Deon remarked. Gabe grinned and nodded. "Six bars," Deon continued. "And then that - what would you even call that?"

"Some kind of Burmese opium den," Gabe theorized. "Like Dad talked about from the war."

"True what they say about New York, I guess. The whole world in miniature." Deon looked out across the Hudson, and sighed.

Gabe glanced at him. "When do you ship out?"

"Friday. Zaire again." Deon shook his head. "You know the most fucked-up thing? Half the guys in my company look at me like I'm supposed to know everyone we meet. Like a black Corps brat from Philly is supposed to be on a first-name basis with every bush motherfucker in Africa."

Gabe nodded. He said nothing.

"You have that problem at the Spire?" Deon asked.

"Not exactly that one." Gabe stretched out his legs, and sighed. "Others."

"Mmh." Deon watched the barge, then shook his head and sighed. "Well, somebody's got to defend democracy, right?" His tone was half-joking, Gabe thought, but only half.

"Oorah," Gabe agreed. Deon snorted and nodded.

The sound of distant shouting made the two old men look up from their chess game. Gabe followed their gaze. A group of paramedics was carrying a shrouded body out of a basement door on a stretcher.

Deon watched the scene with morbid curiosity. "What do you figure?"

"Overdose," Gabe said briefly. "We're up to more than a hundred per day. Twenty or so in New York alone, come rain or shine. Every day."

"Jesus," Deon muttered. "Why?"

Gabe smiled ruefully. "If I told you..."

"Yeah, yeah. Keep your secrets, Mister Big Shot." Deon dusted off his peaked cap; both brothers were still wearing their Marine service uniforms, the olive-drab and khaki a little rumpled by the long night of revelry. "You been to see Mom lately?"

"I was down for Christmas. She's okay." Gabe paused. "Misses you."

"Yeah, well. We can't all make a living briefing the President." Deon glanced at Gabe. "I'll take the bullet train down to visit her before I ship out." Then he paused, and cocked his head. "You're buzzing."

Gabe blinked, and then dug into his uniform's pockets for his pager. He glanced at the number.

"The Union needs you?"

Gabe nodded. "At least they waited for me to be hungover, instead of actually drunk." He tucked the pager back in his pocket. "I gotta go."

"Give Harry my regards," said Deon.

"I'm sure President Henry Rockefeller will appreciate that," Gabe replied drily. He got to his feet. Up the street, the paramedics were loading the corpse into their ambulance. On the corner, a lanky Korean guy, in calm defiance of the federal holiday, was opening up his bodega.

Deon stood up as well. "I'll see you next leave, I guess." He offered his hand.

Always trying to be like Dad, Gabe thought. Never a hug when a handshake will do. He took Deon's hand. "Hang tough out there."

"Always do, big brother," Deon said, and for just a moment Gabe could see the infinite exhaustion behind his easy smile. "Always do."

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New York City
Union of American States
January 1, 1990
0805


Dixie had the White House. The French had the Palais du President. The American Union had the Spire: one hundred stories of steel and glass, rising in a tapered cylinder from four square blocks of Midtown Manhattan, directly adjoining the East River. Gabe Morris got off the subway a block away, straightened his tie, sucked hard on an Altoid to try to get the stale beer off of his breath, headed for the fence that surrounded the small garden around the base of the skyscraper, and showed his credentials to the Marine guard at the gate. Five minutes later, he was through the second checkpoint in the lobby and on one of the nine secure elevators that accessed all levels of the tower. He was headed for the ninety-ninth floor.

When the elevator pinged, Gabe took a deep breath, and then walked quickly through the opening doors and took his first left into the spacious office beyond. One full wall of the room was made from a solid piece of glass, and through it Gabe could see New York spread out below him to the far green horizon. The furniture was spare and elegant, all mid-century modern, and the walls were mostly lined with bookshelves. Only the Seal of the Union woven into the carpet revealed that this room was the nerve center for the world's most powerful democracy.

"Ah, Gabe." Henry Rockefeller stood behind his desk, a glass-topped construction of graceful oak and iron struts. "There you are. Hope we didn't wake you after a long night of reveling?"

"No, sir," Gabe replied. "My brother is in town on leave, so I didn't get much sleep at all anyway."

Rockefeller let out a single short bark of laughter. He was tall, this president, possessed of a certain classic grey-haired patrician elegance. His horn-rimmed glasses and tailored suits made him seem rather like an unusually natty college professor. Rockefeller glanced at David White, his chief of staff. "I thought you wouldn't mind coming in, Gabriel. We value your input. You're a loyal man."

Gabe nodded a little cautiously. "Thank you, sir."

"This New Year's Eve," said David White bluntly, "more than six hundred Union citizens died of drug overdoses." The chief of staff was shorter than the president and a few years younger, with a greying crew cut and the aggressive intensity of a professional boxer. "That's a twenty-nine percent increase over last year, and six times higher than the average day."

"But only six times," added Rockefeller bleakly. "That many more will die again by the end of this week."

"I didn't know about last night," Gabe said carefully, "but I'm aware of the scope of the issue."

"I want your honest opinion," the president said. "Why is this happening, and what can we do about it?"

Gabe licked his lips and glanced at White. Then he turned to Rockefeller. "Sir, my assessment is that demand for narcotics in the Union has not massively increased over the last few years. But supply has, resulting in lower prices. That makes it easier for people to become addicted, and to purchase the quantities of narcotics necessary to overdose in a single session."

White nodded. "Go on."

"The supply has increased dramatically because the Golden Circle's cohesion is weakened," Gabe stated. "Without Dixie pressuring them, the Venezuelans and Colombians don't have the capacity or the incentive to crack down on coca and poppy cultivation. Same goes for the Cubans, regarding the cartels that traffic and smuggle the dope across the Caribbean and north to our ports."

Rockefeller glanced at White. White nodded. "That's what we're hearing from CIS too."

"We want to start exploring options for cracking down on the shipment of drugs into the Union," Rockefeller told Gabe. His face was grim and set. "This epidemic is on track to kill more Yankees than the whole Burma War. I want to make ending it a priority." The president shook his head. "I have no more elections to run. I don't want to use this for public spectacle. I want to do it right."

Gabe felt a tingle of excitement run up his spine. "Yes, sir."

"We have a bipartisan consensus that it's time to move on this," added David White. "The Socialists know that the overdose rates are highest in their districts: Chicago, Milwaukee, Cleveland. Anywhere that's had a hard time shifting from rolling steel to making transistors. They'll back our play. And if we can use this issue to build closer ties with Golden Circle governments that share our interest in cracking down on the narco trade? So much the better."

"We're going to bring the Cuban ambassador up to the ninety-ninth floor later today," Rockefeller explained, "and I'm going to lean on him pretty hard to - convey to his government the depth of my commitment on this issue." The president cocked his head. "How would you suggest I do that, Gabe?"

"Carrot and stick," the Marine officer replied promptly. "The drug trade is a problem for them too. We want to deal with it together, as equal partners. We can provide a broader intelligence network, training, funding, equipment for the police and paramilitaries. In return, we want open intelligence sharing and real, aggressive enforcement on Cuban soil."

"And if we don't get it?" asked White.

"Sir, in that case, I think we'd be justified in impounding Cuban ships suspected of drug smuggling on the high seas, and putting their crews on trial in admiralty courts."

"Admiralty courts," Rockefeller smiled. "I like that. Very British. Yes, that should put the fear of God into them." He studied Gabe over the tops of his glasses. "If this goes well, Gabe, how would you feel about spending a few months down in Cuba? I'll need someone there I can trust, someone whom the Cubans will know speaks with my authority."

"So it can't be our ambassador," David White quipped dryly.

Gabe chuckled and straightened his back. "Sir, I serve at the pleasure of the president."

"Good answer," Rockefeller replied. "We've told the ambassador to be here at three o'clock. I'd like you back on the ninety-ninth floor for that meeting."

Gabe nodded. "Of course, sir."

"Good. Oh, and Gabe?" Rockefeller smiled. "Give your brother my regards before he ships out."

Gabriel Morris grinned from ear to ear. "I will, Mister President. And for what it's worth - he sends the same to you."
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Postby Jade Confederacy » Sun Mar 17, 2019 11:17 pm

Government District, Beijing
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January 1st, 1990


Majority Leader Lu Xiang stared down from the top floor of the Congress Building onto the street below. He sipped a cup of tea as gazed wandered. The building sat on top of a hill and had a commanding view of the city at below. It would have been quite awe-inspiring if it wasn’t for the persistent smog that obscured the city’s skyline. Lu had been born in 1928, during the interwar period when Beijing was still ruled by petty warlords. He can just make out where the house he grew up in used to be, now replaced with a sprawling factory complex. Very few buildings from that earlier era are still standing. With land prices being what they are now, new developments constantly sprung up and the skyline of the city changed every other decade. He glanced left towards a large portrait of Sun Yat-sen, the founder of the Chinese Republic and gave a toast to the long-dead revolutionary. It took many decades of struggle and countless sacrifices but the modern China that Sun had envisioned all those decades past has finally arrived. With a booming economy and burgeoning military might, China has fully emerged from its Century of Humiliation is set to become not only a Great Power of the world but on track to re-exert herself as the rightful hegemon of East Asia.

A nearby clock chimed, signaling an end to tea break and the need to get back to work. He sighed and sat his teacup down as his mind shifted gears towards the political mechanizations of the Legislative Yuan. With over 1200 members, the Chinese parliament was massive and divided along five major blocs with another four minor parties. Managing such a morass of conflicting interests and factions would have been tough enough without adding the dozens of cabals, political machines, interest groups and secret societies to the mix. The Yellow Dragon Society, in particular, was becoming a problem. Founded in Japan in the late 1800s as the Black Dragon Society, the Yellow Dragons broke off from their parent organization in the aftermath of the Great War and resettled in China where they thrived. Their main philosophy was that of Asian supremacy and hyper-nationalism and they are becoming ever more powerful not only among government officials but also the military. Lu hated the thought of such an extremist group become so prominent of late but he sadly needed their support if he wanted to keep his job as majority leader.

The current ruling right-wing Progressive Coalition was on borrowed time and the alliance between the Integralists and the Republicans which was tenuous at the best of times was now fraying at the edges upon the arrival of election season. If he was to preserve the status quo then the ruling coalition needed a major political win within the next six months. Risky plans previously thought of as too dangerous now have to be taken and the outcome of which will determine the political landscape of China for the next generation. He straightened his tie and conjured a mask of utter confidence as he strode towards the main hall. As the doors opened, he was awash with the bickering and squabbling sounds of a thousand elected representatives. Back to work.


Excerpt from the January 1st press briefing from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

“… It is the official view of the Republic of China that the elections held in Korea are both fraudulent and illegitimate. The prevention of neutral third party observers from overseeing the elections and the disenfranchisement of Korean voters abroad only serve to prove that the government of Korea is nothing more than a sham imposed upon the Korean people by the imperialist powers. The government of China stands behind the popular will of the Korean people and support their endeavors in freeing themselves from the shackles of a foreign totalitarian regime. We call on others in the international community to join us in our boycott of the Korean government until a time when the Korean people are truly free to exercise their democratic rights to elect leaders not beholden to foreign masters.”


Tensions are rising in the Korean Peninsula following the election of the half Japanese Korean president. China has refused to recognize the incumbent Korean government citing voting irregularities and reports of coercion by pro-Japanese agents. It has also placed sanctions on several pro-Japanese Korean politicians and members of the Korean security agency following the diplomatic breakdown.

The Chinese navy placed an order for an additional 6 destroyer and 10 amphibious landing ships along with another 3 ballistic missile submarines on top of the already ambitious 1988 Naval Acquisition Program. This indicates a continued acceleration of the Chinese “National Rearmament Program” which seeks to completely modernize and enlarge China current military arsenal.
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Postby Greater Redosia » Mon Mar 18, 2019 4:47 pm

Quito, P.R.E
Las Personas de la Esquina


A quiet day for the capital of the singular, if not only, communist country in the Americas. Ecuador, almost amazed to many that but not thirty or so years ago the country was in its own ideological infancy. The wind blew against Alonso's paper, Las Personas del Ecuador, making the man release a sigh. He swore that despite being in the most secluded portion of the outer dining area of the small cafe the wind was simply perfect for ripping the paper out of his hand.

"Anything interesting in the paper, amiguero?." asked the man whom Alonso now noticed came to his table.

Slowly he lifted a cup to his lips, drinking from behind the paper's blocking power of the sports section, "Why yes, it says here that things are right on track."

An eyebrow lifted on the man's face, Alonso dropping the paper slightly to see he was older than he was, possibly in his sixties, "Well amiquero, the revolution is always on track."

A sigh of relief washed across Alonso's face, slowly lowering the paper, "So then, what do you have then mi amigo. You came all the way here, I'm sure you can lessen the weight on your mind by giving it to me." The show was of course, being extended than it needed to. But both knew the other enjoyed the game and to make sure that someone nearby couldn't entirely understand what was happening.

"Well, from what my little birds have told me. It seems all is normal for 'integrity', though some are more rowdy and wanting things to change. While Guerrillero Heroico is being frustrated more than ever."

Alonso nodded, writing it down without even needing to look at the paper he was writing down on. Took him too damn long to learn it, he was definitely going to be sure that he'd use it if not every day. He only hoped what he was writing was true, "I always wonder why Che is so angry all the time, I mean, we're the party that helped him during the revolution! Surely our loyalty to him have proved we are worthy of his praise." He finished only to have the wind snatch the paper from his hand, a sigh went out again, one of sadness. He knew that this place was terrible, he just wanted to believe otherwise.

National Assembly, same city
In parallel with what's happening at the cafe


"so, we'll be able to get their support for the recent infrastructure project as long as we allow investments by foreign businesses. Specifically those from Brazil, even they hate the Peruvians as much as we do." spoke Representative Cortés, "Then they must allow it to pass, a good compromise to have the support of all sides."

The others nodded in agreement, a few radicals murmuring their disagreement, Representative Carita came forward. "I disagree, this will only show the legitimacy of the Integral Party, along the weakness of our revolution against Brazil! Why are all of you such God damned cowards!" she was furious, especially being around slightly more conservative "comrades", isolating her as one of the few female members of the National Assembly. "We must stand against them! Not bend to their will!"

The others looked at each other and simply laughed, "Silly girl, you don't understand politics. We are simply making Brazil not wish to depose all of us, think of what happened in the Soviet Union when Stalin took power. If someone like that had the power here, all of us would be purged and the great minds of Ecuador would be lost. One cannot wish for people to sign a paper when they have a sword and we only have a dagger. You must give them promises and you benefit!"

"Che didn't believe that! He believed that even the weak could fight well, he fought in Cuba, lead small bands in other nations of South America! And led our revolution in Ecuador! He's a hero and a good General!" she was getting emotional, she always did when her fire started to blaze.

"Yes, a good general, but a poor statesman. Reason why when he took power he demanded little, the National Assembly has most control, Che only controls the navy and his guerrilla forces. The Assembly holds the Army and most of the Air Force, if he wishes to go against us he would need to fight us. I mean, look here."

Cortés brought out a map, pointing at Quito, "The Republican Guard is held here, our defense against tyranny both internal and external is here. Without this, we die the horrible deaths revolutionaries do around the world. We are the only revolution to succeed for the people, so we must preserve it. Even if we must adjust slightly from our ideals."

"That is the very definition of a reformist! You god damned monster! This is why we are what we are, bending over to the will of those around us! I hope all of you burn in the hell you all deserve!" She turns and walks off, her face red with rage. The others were confused and simply shrugged, looking back at the ideas they were putting forth.

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Galapagos Naval Base, 1st Submarine Patrol


The sea crashed against the shore of the islands that Darwin once set foot upon so long ago, now that once research of adaption and evolution has been replaced with a populace in buildings and ships coming and going. Tourism was still a boon for the local economy, researchers conducted research on animals that exist nowhere in the world. It was a National People's Park, one that no other nation in South America could have. As such, with the support of Che, a naval base for the nation's two submarines was built and would extend their reach into the ocean. Of course, such a location made discipline rather..lax.

"Come on comrade! Throw me the ball!" yelled one of the sailors, "Come on Comrade Captain!"

"Fine! But you can stick it up your ass for next time! If you don't get it yourself!"

The ball flew through the air, and landed in the hands of the seaman waiting below. Running off with the others, the Captain smiled and turned around to look at the other submarine. The Huancavilca, their rival. Of course, competition between fellow men was frowned upon. After all, they were all equal. But, they were the other submarine at the harbour and they wanted to show that they were a better working one. After all, the new man was one that worked even harder than those beside them. An evil smile on his face as the captain climbed down the ladder into the sub. Gathering the other crew members quickly, chuckles and giggles flew throughout the sub. The captain trying to silence them and quick hushes going around the room.

"So Comrade Captain! What have you called us in for!" asked one of the sailors teasingly.

"Well, my fellow comrade. I have a plan that I think all of you will enjoy."
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Postby The Felan Federation » Mon Mar 18, 2019 6:50 pm

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1st January, 1990


Queen Azar Minu Khan, was in a way - exhausted. It didn't help that she was monarch of a state, in-between several major powers. Caught between India, China and the Soviet Union - a situation none of her predecessors likely had to deal with. In a way, the issues of her time were more harder and easier to solve at the same time. In a way - she didn't have to deal with the idea of fearing her population, or if any of proposals or laws put forward might result in armed forces marching on the capital. The issues that had plagued Afghanistan internally were slowly starting to dissipate away - the tribes and tribalism itself was slowly on it's last feet. The notion of divide, between tribe instead of nation had crumbled with time and patience - even if seventy years ago, the idea that a Tajik and Pashtun can stand on equal footing was an impossibility to imagine. That a woman could walk, study or even work by herself at that. Or having a Kingdom run by a Queen itself. Still, times were better for the people - as many people from the rural regions had migrated into the urban cities, allowing many to gain an education, a job and a life away from poverty. Security from enemies domestic and foreign - and a chance to make something of themselves. All wrapped in a system, that gave both man and woman an equal vote on those ruling over them.

But, in a way - one problem was replaced by another. There was still trying to diversify the economy - the over-reliance on the Chinese market-goods and mining sector had made itself felt several times through the 50s and 60s. Back when the Communist Party of China had been banished from China and thrown the entire market into a bit of a disarray. Although, with new technologies emerging and more private investors arriving in Afghanistan with each passing week - there was the chance of turning Afghanistan from a mostly export-country into a more industry-export country. Since for a long time, most of the goods going out of Afghan had been raw resources with the finished goods manufactured elsewhere - things that could be manufactured here and provide many new opportunities. In a way - like oil was the lifeblood of the Middle East, the raw minerals of the land was the lifeblood of Afghanistan.

Although, her musing was soon interrupted by a Major entering her quarters, one wearing the green-silver uniform of a Royal Guard - saluting her and giving her a note at that. The contents itself made her sigh out in reply - another incident and another caught by the Guard itself. "How many this time?" she asked.

"Three. They had the same materials as before - counterfeit currency, press, and plenty of works by Karl Marx..." replied the Major. "Prime Minister Rabbani has been informed."

"The Communists aren't making things easy for us..." sighed Azar, rubbing her eyes at that - for once glad, that the best thing her grandfather had brought to Afghan, was air-conditioning. Since otherwise, she would have been sweating even more from both the heat and stress.

"No they aren't, Malike..." replied the Major of the Royal Guard, remaining somber and in attention.

"Very well. Alert the Foreign Office...and get me those representatives from the America. The Northerners...the good ones," she replied, before she dismissed the Major at that - before she allowed herself a moment. Sinking deeper into the chair, made from fine imported leather. Things weren't necessarily peachy, with the Soviet Union deliberately trying to stir up attention. In a way, the Soviet Union had been their greatest ally during the earlier years of their independence - if anything, she had assumed the USSR to be on friendly terms with them, both in their resistance against imperialism and crooked capitalism. Although, in a way she expected something this to happen eventually. The alliance had always been one of long-distance friendship. The Soviet Union had been always good for arms, industrial support and aid, and helping to educate many of their earliest scientists and engineers. But in another way, their state atheism wasn't something many people of a Muslim-country liked. Nor their ideas of 'spreading the Revolution' mix well with a country that wished to grow and build in peace.

Thus, the day came - when Azar Minu Khan, Queen of Afghanistan had to find a new partner in the geopolitical arena.




Foreign Office of Afghanistan: to China

In light of certain political actions - the Kingdom of Afghanistan, has seen fit to accept the offer from the Republic of China, for their Silk Road Initiative. We wish to double the export-import of goods between our two nations - especially in-light of our desire to increase production of industrial goods within our own country. For that end, propositions to open up mining in Sectors 3A to 3X have been accepted by the Minister of Trade and Economics and approved by her Majesty, Queen Azar Khan - for Chinese Mining Cooperatives operating in Afghanistan.

We wish you, the best of fortune - Foreign Office of Afghanistan.





Foreign Office of Afghanistan: to Union of American States; UAS Mining Cooperatives

In light of certain political actions - the Kingdom of Afghanistan has seen fit to offer an invitation to many of the UAS Mining Cooperatives operating in Afghanistan. An opportunity to meet with the Minister of Trade and Economics, in personal and private negotiations - to determine upcoming mining and excavation contracts in Afghanistan.

In addition, Queen Azar Khan, has asked to meet the Ambassador of the Union of American States as well - to help foster new political relationships and opportunities between both of our nations.

We wish you, the best of fortune - from the Foreign Office of Afghanistan.

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PM Ezio Guitore and his Italian-American mafia cousin, Vincent "Vincey" Corleone, were all chilling at a restaurant in Rome. Vincey was involved in arms trafficking and had supplied the Italian military with guns in that field.

"So, cousin", Ezio asked. "How much does a nuke cost?"

"I don't know", Vincey answered. "But I think it would be more than a million. You want some, eh?"

"Nope", Ezio said. "I just want to know." He drinks wine out of a glass. "By the way, how is life in America?"

"Bad, bad", Vincey answered again. "The US is a huge pezzo di merda. Segregation and business oligarchy is rampant as cazzo. I got bullied by some damn bianchi back in my childhood due to my ethnicity. The Americans are a bunch of stronzi who only care about profit."

"Okay", Ezio said. "How is arms dealing going in Africa?"

"Eccellente! We are supplying Africans with the most finest guns that have ever existed. All hailing from the American gun industry."

"That's good to hear", Ezio said afterwards. "Our patria must hold on it's sphere of influence across Africa or we all die. It's a matter of life and death within international politics."
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Postby The National Dominion of Hungary » Wed Mar 20, 2019 3:05 pm

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"The Chinese are making a move then, are they..."

It was not a question, not a statement, it was just a sentence uttered in deep contemplation as the two men spoke over the direct link phone from the office of the Foreign Minister to the office of the Premier. As Foreign Minister Korotayev was one of the closes people in Premier Raskalov's inner circle it was a link used often just as much to discuss internal affairs as external affairs. The Chinese declaration released across official channels worldwide had caused a stir in the Soviet leadership. While it was known that Sino-Japanese relations had been sour ever since the terrible brutality displayed by the Japanese in their invasion and occupation of Chinese soil during the Second Sino-Japanese War. Once, China and the USSR had been close geopolitical allies but the Sino-Soviet Split after the ousting of Mao had changed that. Trade had nonetheless brought the nation closer since as China became a major buyer of Soviet oil, natural gas and foodstuffs while cheap Chinese manufactured goods could be found in most stores across the Soviet Union.

"I believe it would be wise to release a statement in support of the Chinese declaration regarding the illegitimacy of the new Korean government. It is a power-ploy by the Chinese to extend influence over the peninsula but our interests align." The Foreign Minister said calmly, leaning back in his leather armchair as he looked across his relatively spartan office.

"It would gauge the level of Chinese commitment to the statement if nothing else when we see their reaction to being supported by another major power. And we can use the opportunity to press our own claim on Sakhalin and the Kurils. If we manage to return them to the their rightful place as Soviet territory it would fully secure our commercial shipping going through the Sea of Okhotsk to the Pacific Ocean." The voice of Premier Raskalov said resounding through the phone.

"If we go through with this and the Chinese stay committed, their influence in East Asia will rise greatly. I doubt they will stop in Korea." Korotayev said, his voice betraying the tightening of his facial musculature.

"Taiwan." The Premier stated bluntly and gave the Foreign Minister a nod he could not see.

"Exactly. But I still believe that it affords us an significant opportunity to press our claim on Sakhalin and the Kurils, an opportunity we might not see again in a long time. And it may even allow us to gain some influence in the Philippines if we play our cards right." Korotayev said.

"I agree, release an official statement. The Soviet Union stands behind the Chinese declaration. If the Chinese are doing more than just putting on a show, cooperation in the matter may deepen our trade ties with them, their demand for energy, resources and foodstuffs will only rise as the years go by." The Premier said, the tone of his voice betraying a content little smile.

"Indeed Comrade Premier, I will draft the statement as soon as I'm back from lunch." The Foreign Minister replied, equally pleased.

"Good, Comrade Korotayev. I on the other hand will make an immediate call to Chairman Urakov." The Premier said.

"We're involving the KGB?" Korotayev asked.

"In a marginal stage as for now. I'd like Urakov to formulate and present an action plan on how to possibly stir some trouble up on Sakhalin. If we can successfully incite the Russian minority to rise up either in protest or even violently, a harsh Japanese crackdown could give us the pretext for justifying an intervention."

Foreign Office Communique
The Korean Situation

The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics raises it's voice in unison with the Republic of China in declaring the Korean election unlawful and likewise does not recognize the current government. Japanese exploitation of the Korean working classes must come to an end, just as it must in the other nations and territories where Japan unlawfully imposes it's laws and interests against the will of cruelly repressed and subjugated peoples. The Soviet Union will put pressure on the Korean government by applying economic sanctions until the President steps down and calls for new elections overseen by foreign observers to make sure no fraud or manipulation occurs.
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Postby The Felan Federation » Wed Mar 20, 2019 5:04 pm

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1st January, 1990
3 hours later...


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The Royal Palace of Afghanistan, also known as the Darul Aman Palace or 'abode of peace' was an imposing neoclassical building on a hilltop overlooking a flat, dusty valley in the western part of the Afghan capital. A marvel, designed by French and German architects, being the seat of the Royal Assembly - the unicameral legislature of Afghanistan and also the home of Queen Azar Minu Khan. From the outside, the palace didn't seem that different from another mansion in Europe - the fine detail, that wouldn't look out of place in Germany, France or England. The exception being, that the entire perimeter was secured by both walls, cameras, outposts and patrols - manned by the Royal Guard. Many of them armed, with the familiar AK-74Us of the Comintern in either the guard towers or patrolling the outskirts of the Palace.

Two men and a woman now stood in the courtyard of the palace, dust swirling around their shiny shoes. Thomas Wilson was the Union ambassador to Afghanistan: a tall, slim New Hampshireman in his early forties, with the even tan and watchful eyes of a man who had spent a lot of time beyond the reach of air-conditioning. Next to him, eyeing each other carefully, were the representatives of the Union's two largest mining corporations. Lauren Nielsen worked for Coleraine Minerals; the Minnesotan was tall and blonde, dressed in a slightly baggy grey pantsuit in deference to local custom, but not wearing a headscarf. Bob Kanzler, on the other hand, was shorter and slightly potbellied and bearded, and wore loafers instead of lace-up shoes, the better to remove them when etiquette demanded it. He was the oldest Afghanistan hand for Gilbert-Hibbings, Inc.; he had been working for the conglomerate in-country since the early sixties.

Wilson thought that Nielsen was smart, but that Kanzler knew the territory better. He was glad to have both of them with him. The queen's message had been vague but encouraging: in light of certain political actions... Wilson stared up at the ornate facade of the palace. I suppose the Soviets must finally have gone too far. Since the handover of power in the Kremlin six years earlier, everyone in the State Department's Central Asia Office had felt the pressure of more aggressive Soviet influence. Wilson eyed the Kalashnikovs in the hands of the palace guards. With friends like those, no wonder the queen is looking for - how did the letter put it? - new relationships and opportunities.

Inside the palace, many men and women scurried about - dressed conservatively in the traditional Western-style uniform, pants and tie. The woman appearing the same, a few of them wearing headscarves - carrying papers or phones with them - all in all, not a different sight to any other legislature in the Western hemisphere.

At the moment, things were a buzz with activity - one part, being the regular work that these people did daily. The other was the reason, why the Ambassador of the Union of American States had been requested here in-person, alongside several representatives from major mining companies as well. It didn't take long, before a man arrived, to shake hands with the Ambassador and the representatives.

"Thank you for coming, Ambassador on such a short notice. The Queen will see you. The representatives can follow me as well, once I drop you off - I can take them to see the Minister of Trade and Economics..." he spoke, his English being fine albeit with the typical accent common in Afghanistan. As the man appeared to act, as the staff member responsible for welcoming and guiding the many foreign dignitaries around the Darul Aman Palace - in itself, the place was huge and one could easily get confused. Especially as there were few English signs around. Most of them being written in the typical Farsi or Pashto - although for those from America - it would seem like the same calligraphy common in the Middle East.

Thomas Wilson spoke Farsi, and he could read some Pashto; his eyes moved quickly over the various signs. He didn't seem surprised by the size of the palace, though Lauren Nielsen and Bob Kanzler were both more obviously impressed: mining executives had seen a great deal of wealth, but wealth and grandeur were two different things, and this was certainly the latter. The three Yankees shook the hand of their guide: Wilson's grip was quick and firm, Nielsen's a little ginger, Kanzler's confident and slightly sweaty. Then they followed the Afghan through the bustling corridors of the palace.

Their route was a small walk away, as they passed by many other Departments - most of them either Energy, Defense or Transportation.

The Depart of Trade and Economics eventually coming into view - where inside they could hear rapid discussions taking place. Most of which rang around 'China' and the 'Silk Road'. For a long time China had been the one with a majority stake in the Afghan gold mine so to speak. Due to the fact, the Afghan government until today kept most or rather politely refused many offers from many Western conglomerates in favor of appeasing the Soviets. As the foreigners paused at the Department office's door, Bob Kanzler raised his eyebrows at Lauren Nielsen. "The dragon on the march," he murmured, and Lauren snorted softly.

Although ever since the change in Moscow and also in Kabul - things had turned around. The Queen by all accounts had been more liberal in her policies and had opened up more to foreign investment. Granted it was still under the aegis of the Soviets...until today.

"Here we are..." the staffer spoke, stepping inside for a moment, before quickly exiting. "My pardon. The Minister is currently occupied. Thus instead, we can go see the Queen then immediately."

The Queen's quarters weren't much farther - as they soon opened up the door to a modest office. It was a bit larger than the usual office, although was filled with the commonalities of royalty. Namely pictures of the prviopre Kings hanging above a fireplace, several fine rugs also decorating the floor - alongside other fine trinkets and vases for atmosphere.

The figure of Queen Azar, rising from her seat behind a desk - dressed in the typical dress that she wore whenever she travelled or spoke in public. Although missing the usual turban that accompanied her head. In essence, the twenty-five year old woman looked a fine woman - considering her position.

"Ambassador Wilson. Thank you for coming, and many greetings to your family..." she spoke, giving him a quick bow. Repeating the same gesture with the other two with him.

"Come, sit. Would you like something to drink? Non-alcoholic only...I am afraid..." she added, with a bit of humor in her tone. Although one that sounded forced at that.

The three Yankees offered a slight incline of the head: by a tradition that predated the Union itself, the only deference that Americans were permitted to offer a foreign monarch. Bob Kanzler, old Afghanistan hand that he was, avoided looking Azar directly in the face even though she was unveiled. Thomas Wilson was less discreet; his grey eyes were direct and calm.

"Thank you for your invitation, and your hospitality, your majesty." He waited for the queen to sit before he settled into an armchair. Lauren Nielsen quietly studied an antique urn. "I would love some tea," Wilson continued.

"Bit early in the day for anything stronger anyway, even for us," quipped Kanzler.

"So how can the Union, Coleraine Minerals, and Gilbert-Hibbings be of service to the Kingdom of Afghanistan?" Wilson leaned forward. "I do know how valuable your majesty's time is, and so I assure you that I won't be offended if we dispense with small talk."

Queen Azar' mood soon shifted from her smiling to a more serious one at that. "I see, then perhaps we should skip tea in that regard, better to digest the news I am about to tell you then," she spoke - rising from her seat, as she quickly fetched a scarf and tied it around her head. In a way, while religion wasn't the goal of life here anymore, it was still a part of life - something in even their society held a medicum of respect.

In Afghanistan, it was of 'respecting the eldest' - in this regard, respecting the older generation and their views - as for this occasion, she was more than eager to have their undivided attention. After all, respect was equal in value - one had to show respect to receive it. Thus, Bob Kanzler could at least see her - without feeling uncomfortable.

"I will get to the point then. In the shortest sentence - we have had a...shall we say...falling out with a former ally of our own," she stated, likely confirming Ambassador Wilson' likely theory that the Soviet Union had gotten too...controlling with its allies and influence.

"In the past few years, we have had numerous attempts to spread Communist propaganda throughout our lands. Most of which accompanies by ways to distribute these papers, and also money and rare times even weapons. They are all of the Comintern model or make in that regard. We know...we have had plenty of experience in dealing with them in the past..." she explained, leaning against her desk - and speaking less like a monarch and more like a burdened leader.

"While we have doubts, that the Soviet Union will try to directly invade us - it isn't something we have put off the table. More likely, they will attempt to sow chaos and disorder. One doesn't require an AK-47s for a peaceful protest," she explained. "Most of them, have been radical students or 'tourists'...nothing too big just yet."

"Still. It has put us into a bad situation - considering the USSR has been a major geopolitical ally and supplier of arms for our country. A pity that Chairman Isotov had to resign - his ways, had left me and my father hoping - that perhaps capitalism and communism can coexist in this world. Sadly those ideals have been squashed and we must sadly face reality..."

"You may have wondered, why the sudden invitation here. Today was in essence, the last straw that broke the camel' back. Our government will in the upcoming months pursue a more...open policy in the world arena. We have seen that over-relying on the goodwill of one ally hasn't been the smartest thing."

"Thus, in a way - we have both called the Union of American States here as a foreign representative and your own...interests...to further help speed up the process. Since as you Americans say - you scratch my back, I scratch yours..." she said, a small smirk gracing her serious features. "...with approval from the Prime Minister. The Kingdom of Afghanistan is seeking to establish closer political and military connections with the American States. In exchange, we would be more than happy to speed up your access to our resources. I have heard, you are especially looking into rare earth minerals at that..."

The three Yankees listened quietly to the queen's speech, though Thomas Wilson chuckled softly and nodded at Azar's remark that peaceful protests did not require Kalashnikovs. And as soon as she had finished speaking, Lauren Nielsen spoke enthusiastically. "Yes, especially - that is, your majesty - especially scandium, cerium, neodynium...Coleraine Minerals did a survey a few years back that suggests there's a massive deposit in Helmand Province near Khanneshin, and there are likely more throughout the country."

"I don't need to say," Wilson stated carefully, "that it would be an act of great generosity to provide the contracts to extract those minerals to Union companies." He raised his eyebrows significantly at Bob Kanzler. "One that would, I am sure, inspire an awareness in those companies of their...patriotic obligations, toward such an important friend."

Kanzler grinned ruefully. "All right, Tom. Gilbert-Hibbings will commit to hiring Afghans for all major positions here. Not just labor: engineering and refinement, too. If we can't find the qualified personnel, we'll train them ourselves." He turned to the queen, though his gaze still rested somewhere over her left shoulder. "We will create the biggest foreign job-skills training program in this country's history. Right, Lauren?"

The other executive reluctantly nodded. "I can accept that."

"And at the political and military level," Wilson continued, "well - I spoke to my government upon receiving your letter. I had a feeling that this conversation might go in this direction." He leaned forward. "Let me be clear, first, about what we cannot offer. We cannot conventionally defend Afghanistan in the face of any Soviet invasion. While the Union Navy could conceivably defeat the USSR at sea, Soviet power on land is insurmountable."

"However." Wilson raised a finger. "Direct invasion is still unlikely, and we can do a great deal to strengthen Afghanistan's capacity to defend itself against foreign subversion. I have been authorized to offer military aid, including modern surface-to-air and anti-tank weapons that will represent a substantial deterrent to Soviet aggression. While these weapons will be provided free of charge, as a sign of our support for democracy in the region, the Union will also be happy to sell other weapon systems at a fair market rate - including surplus F-4 fighters. Finally, my government has authorized me to indicate that, if Afghanistan issues an invitation, we'd be happy to base a battalion-strength force of Union Marines in Kabul, to serve as trainers and advisers to your forces as they adapt to this new equipment."

"And politically?" Wilson smiled. "While I cannot act on this at the moment, if these economic and military ties prove fruitful to us both, then President Rockefeller has told me that he would be willing in principle to sponsor an Afghan application for membership in the Commonwealth of Nations - which would bring Afghanistan into alliance with most of the world's democracies. I don't know whether that idea appeals to your majesty, but you should know that it is certainly a conceivable option."

"So." The ambassador sat back in his chair. "Do these terms meet with your approval, your majesty? At the very least, they should show the world that your days of overreliance on the Kremlin are at an end."

"Indeed it does," smiled Queen Azar at that, as she soon enough began to draft up paperwork rather quickly. Since the sooner they had UAS' arms and boots in Afghanistan the better.

"Excellent." Thomas Wilson stood and inclined his head again in that odd republican half-bow. "We'll finalize the paperwork later today. I'll inform my government to prepare the arms for shipment and to put a battalion of Marines on standby. And let the world know that Afghanistan and the Union of American States are proud to stand as friends."
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Postby Auchterland » Thu Mar 21, 2019 5:27 am

January 1st, 1990
Conference room, Freedom Palace, Canberra, the Republic of Australia


President Alexis Hou Abraham felt time run slower as he walked towards the lectern, his footsteps echoing in his ears with all the noise of the reporters in the background. He stood behind it, mentally tracing the subjects of his speech again. He felt as if he could now hear the blood coarsing through the veins all around his head as the weight of his decisions - which would point toward a sharper stance in foreign relations for Australia and were, indeed, a risky move - fell over him.

But he had talked this through with MacConnell, his Minister of Foreign Affairs, extensively, and then with President Rockefeller of the UAS over the phone. This was the time for action. He cleared his throat, adjusted the microphone and gazed momentarily to each of the reporters, representants of big and small vehicles of media alike, his expression neutral and solemn. And then he spoke.

"Greetings, citizens. It is an important moment in the life of our nation, for last year we have completed a hundred years of independence. We have withstood the test of time and, through multiple hardships, proved that a strong and fair democratic nation is possible, and that ideal we have sworn to defend across the entire world.

Recently, however, a tense situation has installed itself in Asia. All of us know of the dark times through which the nation of Korea now passes through. The government has shielded the electoral process from the eyes of the international community and barred multitudes of legitimate Korean citizens living abroad - many of them living today on our soil - from having a say in the politics of their home country. These are clear signs that the Korean State has been transformed into a mechanism to control its citizens, instead of serving them as any respectful State should.

In Australia, we take our ability to vote and otherwise monitor and demand rightful action from our politicians with pride. We have wielded the vote as our swords in the fight for what is good and fair in this world. Let us not forget that many peoples around the world do not enjoy the same rights as we do. There, these swords have been taken from the hands of the people by means of force and fear and pointed back at them. They have been robbed of their own voices, so let us speak in their favor!

The Republic of Australia officially does not recognize the validity of the Korean elections, nor any results that may have come from them, for they do not represent the true will of the Korean people. Therefore, we will not recognize the legitimacy of any acts of the current Korean government until new elections are carried out in a democratic light, with the due adjustments made.

Additionally, I can say that I have spoken with President Henry Rockefeller from the Union of American States, one of our longest standing allies, and he has assured me that we stand together on this decision. Our two nations, as members of the Commonwealth of Nations, forever will stand for the right to self-determination and the ideals of justice and democracy. Thank you all for your attention."


With a polite nod, he stepped away from the lectern, once again followed closely by his personal security team. He stopped for a minute or so a few times to address a question from a reporter, but eventually made it out of the room and was escorted back to his office. As he sat on his chair, he was soon joined by MacConnell and poured them both a glass of water. He took a good gulp from it before calmly addressing the other man. "How was I, Albert?" He rose his gaze to the balding redhead as he set his glass down again.

MacConnell gave a quick nod and gestured in the air with his hand after pushing his own now one-quarter empty glass of water away from the edge of the desk. "Inspiring, really. I must say I liked the poetic touch you added." The two men smiled to each other for a moment. "You've set the common ground. Now we ought to make the move towards China."

Alexis nodded back, pulling his chair closer to his desk and setting his hands over it. "Very well. Let's get this message written and sent, yes?" The two then proceeded to discuss the sentencing for what culminated in the following message.

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From: The Australian Ministry of Foreign Affairs
To: The Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs



Greetings.

The Republic of Australia would like to praise your speech and decision regarding the latest elections in Korea, and express our common stance on the issue. The influence of imperialism in Asia and the Pacific is an unacceptable blemish for modern times, and an issue that matters to all of us, citizens of respectable nations. It thus demands united action from all democratic States, so that we may strike true at the foundations of this problem and create a lasting remedy for it.

On these grounds, we would like to invite your honorable President to a meeting between our heads of State in Canberra, so that we may discuss cooperation on further actions against imperialism and other threats against democracy in our region and the world, and strengthen the ties between our States in general.

We patiently await your response.

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Postby Jade Confederacy » Sun Mar 24, 2019 11:14 pm

Beneath the cavernous maws of the Mt. Qingcheng Military complex, General Yuanchu along with twelve other top military officials were being briefed on the plans put forth by the Strategic Planning Committee. The SPC was a secret organ of the central government and answered only the President of the Republic. It was tasked with hashing out the geostrategic plans of China which are then shoved down the top military brass’s collective throats. Naturally, there was some friction.

“What do you mean, six months? The original timetable calls for the build-up to last until the mid-2000s. We don’t have the capacity to accomplish half of what you’re asking for!”

Admiral Lu, head of China’s Southern Fleet shouted as his face become red with anger. In front of him was some government bureaucrat that acted the mouthpiece of the SPC. Despite being so young, the official seemed almost smug in delivering his commands, which only further infuriated the old admiral.

“The time table is to be accelerated and the original plan is to be revised. A geostrategic opportunity has recently presented itself, which if acted upon, is liable to completely shift the balance of power in East Asia in our favor. This window of opportunity is unlikely to repeat itself and must be seized with all fervor. “

“So you say, but at our current capabilities, it is a huge gamble with no assurance of success."

General Xu, the leader of the Central Military District tried and failed to keep the skepticism from his voice.

"The current military budget – “

“The 1992 military budget is expanded at discretion. The operation had broad support not only among the ruling coalition but the majority of the Legislative Yuan. Political dissent to the plan will not be of an issue so long as tenuous progress is made within the first four weeks. The Ministry of Intelligence has already begun preparatory actions to influence public perception and information manipulation. “

The argument continued as the other admirals and generals brought up their objections in turn. General Yuanchu stayed silent, however. The plan was detailed and well thought out, if overly optimistic. And for it to reach the generals, it would have already had to pass through the hands of the President, the Minister of Defense as well as the Chief of Staff. This briefing is nothing more than a formality really, the course had been set and it was up to them to make sure that they don’t all drive off a cliff. God help them all.

In his hands was a plain white envelope. Beneath big red letters of ‘Top Secret, for Designated Eyes Only’ and ‘High Treason if Shared’ was a small black title: War Plan Blue – the Invasion of the Korean Peninsula.


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Offical Dispatches of the Republic of China


To: Foreign Office of Afghanistan

The government of China is eager for the opportunity to strengthen bilateral ties between our states and believe that Afghanistan will play an integral link in our initiative to connect all of Eurasian through trade. We have already opened the Wakhan Corridor for commercial exchange and will like to broaden its current logistical capacity by constructing a formal highway as well as both freight and passenger rail links. To ease the processes of trade and to ensure mutual benefit, China is willing to reduce the tariffs of Afghan products. We are also willing to add Afghanistan to our list of favored trade partners if the Afghan government is willing to reciprocate in kind. We hope to see a new age of cooperation between our peoples through our endeavors to recreate the prosperity brought on by the Silk Road of old.

- Minister Jin of the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs


To: The Australian Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The current situation is East Asia is truly a cause for concern. We in the Chinese government see the need to take bold and immediate action in order to rectify the dangers posed Imperialist powers. As fellow democratic nations, China agrees that a united front must be formed against the encroachment of tyranny. The Foreign Ministry of China has approved of a civilian and military delegation to be sent to Canberra so that our leaders are able to form a cohesive strategy to combat threats that are endangering the liberties and sovereign rights of the people of Asia-Pacific.

- Minister Jin of the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs


Tensions between China and Japan are once again flaring up in light of Chinese accusations of Japanese meddling in the internal politics of its satellite states. However, instead of the de-escalation that typically follows a Sino-Japanese spat, the Chinese government seems to be further fanning the flames. Behind the scene, the Chinese Ministry of State Security along with its foreign arm, the Ministry of Intelligence are busy spreading propaganda and inciting revolts in the regions of the Greater Co-Prosperity Sphere. Soviet sourced arms are popping up in the hands of Islamic rebels in Philippino Mindanao. Anti-Japanese radio and talk shows are being broadcasted every day into regions in Korea and Taiwan, calling for mass protests against the government. And behind the scene in utmost most secrecy, the Chinese military is mobilizing for war – a further 6 divisions have been relocated to the Northern Military district adjacent to Korea, bring the total strength to 24 divisions or nearly 300,000 soldiers.

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Postby The National Dominion of Hungary » Mon Mar 25, 2019 2:29 am

And so the World turns...


120 killed and over 500 injured as rioting in Mexico worsens.
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Demonstrators burn portrait of Mexican President in
Acapulco after news of more deaths sweep
across the nation.


Last night over 20 000 people took to the streets in Ciudad de México as large scale protests continue in the capital and across the country with no sign of abating despite government crackdowns on the demonstrators. Ever since the coup and rise of the New Integralists in the USA, a stagnating US economy caused by a number of botched economic reform bills implemented by the New Integralists in order to liberalize the economy have instead led to economic downturn as many analysts claim the top-down nature of the reform implementation leads to inflexibility and waste of resources.

In Mexico whose industries are heavily dependent on US consumers, the economic downturn in Dixie has led to significant problems. As Dixie consumers stop buying mexican products and US SOE’s close their operations in Mexico, thousands upon thousands of Mexicans have become jobless and increasingly desperate year by year since 1980.

The worsening economic situation led to widespread protests and rioting in 1989 which has now in turn led to 120 deaths as three people were killed when security forces clashed with protestors calling for change to the deteriorating status quo. As the economy continues to worsen, crime continues to rise with a great uptick in robberies, armed robberies, home invasions and especially drug trafficking offenses further worsening the rising problem with narcotics in Central America as the Tiburón Cartel operating in Nicaragua, Honduras and Guatemala spreads it’s tendrils further into Mexico.




Half a million people in Africa suffer damage to their homes and properties in wake of storms.
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People fleeing their flooded homes in
Mozambique in the wake of the storms.


A severe thunderstorm moved across southern Mozambique and then moved further inland across South Africa, bringing with it great amounts of rain and hail. An estimated 500 000 people were afflicted in the regions hit by the storm and unconfirmed reports from the governments of South Africa and Mozambique put the combined death toll at 47 people.

Rescue efforts are ongoing with about 2000 volunteers with support from police in Mozambique and over 3500 volunteers aiding victims in the regions of South Africa hit by the storm. The government in Pretoria is currently trying to clear debris and make the roads in the affected regions passable again. The rains caused severe problems regarding traffic, cars were stopped by trees fallen across the roads and several bridges were damaged as rivers burst their banks.

Throughout Mozambique red alerts were issued by police along several of the country's rivers as they neared flood stage and over 8000 people were evacuated from the homes. Rhodesia in turn saw it’s heaviest rainfall in almost 20 years and fears are now spreading across the country that a storm may cause similar flooding and devastation leading to calls on Salisbury from concerned citizen to prepare for such an eventuality.




Japanese Foreign Minister strongly critical of foreign condemnation of Korean elections.
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Foreign Minister Yogi


Japanese Foreign Minister Yogi Takuro expressed great displeasure with what he called the blatant falsehoods, defamation and provocations uttered by China, Australia and the Soviet Union after the three nations issued official diplomatic condemnations of the recent elections in Korea where the newly elected president of mixed descent and with strong links to the Japanese ruling minority. The election has caused suspicion among the international community since UAS observers were barred entry and the election was a 77% victory for the newly minted president-elect, a strikingly high number in a nation where nationalist sentiment has been on the rise for several years.

Japan soon announced that it shall increase military spending by a further 0.2% of GDP in order to finance the planned expansion of the navy as well as constructing two new bases in Sakhalin in order to be able to support a larger permanent garrison on the island. International experts have seen Sakhalin as a possible flashpoint for decades as the Soviet Union could attempt to incite the Russian minority which composes 31% of the island’s population to revolt against Japanese rule as a prelude to an invasion.




Afghanistan welcomes significant sums of UAS foreign direct investment.
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The Afghan mining sector will be the main
recipient of UAS investment


In a top-level meeting between UAS representatives and the Queen of Afghanistan herself, the Afghan state continues to distance itself from the Soviet Union and approaches closer to the West. With investment in new mining installations, roadway and specialist training the Afghan economy is projected to benefit significantly as time goes further allowing for greater government spending and a wealthier populace.

However, as a dark shadow hanging over the future projections of greater economic growth and rising prosperity is a growing worry among some segments of the Afghan population that the further and further that Afghanistan reforms and grows it’s ties with the UAS it might provoke the Soviet Union to the north. Even though relations between Afghanistan and the USSR have deteriorated over the past six years since the handover of power between Izotov and Raskalov in the Palace of Soviets, it is no reason for the Afghans not to celebrate their moving into a more prosperous future.




25 people killed in deadly terror bombing in Popayan, Colombia.
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Soldier paying respects to the dead of Popayan


The residents of Popayan were shaken from their lunch to the sound of a large explosion outside an office of the Carson & Scott Bank in the town. The US-based bank has extensive influence in the Colombian finance market and was recently linked to a number of high-profile corruption scandals where the bank held funds embezzled by corrupt Colombian politicians.

Three days after the bombing attack that killed 25 people and wounded another 67, the left-wing radical terror group FARC claimed responsibility and went further stating that “international capitalists exploiting the working classes and resources of Colombia should leave the country or face new attacks in the future.” The CEO of Carson & Scott released an official statement that the company will not close it’s Colombian branches and the government in Bogotá issued a harsh statement that the perpetrators would soon face justice.

Another line of the statement criticised the government in Ecuador and the Soviet Union, long accused to be providing FARC with funds, equipment, weapons and even hosting FARC training facilities within Ecuador. Both the Ecuadorian and Soviet governments dismissed the condemnation as “blatant lies” and President Che Guevara of Ecuador released a statement calling the Colombian condemnation “nothing but baseless scapegoating”.




Korean economy sees a downturn after Sino-Soviet sanctions hit.
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Korea has been increasingly destabilized in recent years


As two of the rapidly growing Korean economy’s largest trading partners impose trade sanctions, the effects have been felt almost overnight. With what seems like a diplomatic crisis emerging in one of the world’s flashpoints as the Republic of China and the Soviet Union attempt to reduce the last vestiges of Japan’s glory days and make and end to Japan as a major power, many experts believe that the Hanseong stock exchange can soon fall significantly as investors liquidate their assets and reinvest in safer markets such as the Rio Pact nations.

Chongjin was the scene of nationalist demonstrations as wharf workers refused to go to work and protested against “Japanese interests destroying the lives of Koreans”. Mayor Yo Jin-Sang of Chongjin released an official statement expressing his sympathy for the demonstration and an understanding of their fears as many are afraid that the shipyards may go out of business with sanctions increasing production costs. Korean banks are scrambling for liquidity as the Bank of Korea sold nearly a dozen of its subsidiaries to Shinan Hanseong Bank either in the form of asset sales or stock buyouts. The Bank of Korea later released a statement assuring that it’s financial position will have stabilized after the completion of these liquidations.




Infrastructure projects expected to boost Ecuadorian tourism industry.
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Ecuadorian railways have needed
significant investment for a long time


Tourism is a significant source of income for the small South American nation. With significant investments being done to improve communications such as extension and improved maintenance of the railways along with the addition of a new terminal to both of the country’s international airports, it is clear that the government in Quito plans to ease the transport of goods and persons. A significant hurdle to Ecuador’s economic growth has been the poor state of the nation’s transport network. With a comprehensive but expensive plan laid out, the government is attempting to tackle this issue and allow economic growth in Ecuador to come one step closer to its full potential.

The largest current measure is the overhaul of the nation’s rail transport network coupled with significant plans to construct new highways while expanding existing ones to cope with needs predicted to arise in the two nearest decades. Several bridges are also being planned and this includes the ambitious Grand Unification bridge project in Bahia de Caraquez going across the Rio Chone. If these costly measure prove successful they could greatly increase Ecuador’s growth potential in the future.




Dozens of high-ranking Soviet officials arrested in CPSU’s anti-corruption drive.
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High-profile arrests have been made across the USSR


Last week, the number of CPSU officials arrested in the anti-corruption crackdown announced by the government rose to 203 after Nurbolat Narimanev, vice-chair of the Kazakh SSR’s Zhambyl Oblast OBKOM was arrested along with seven other local officials for charges of corruption which are now pending investigation by the Police. Anti-corruption drives are not new to the Soviet Union but that so many arrests were made in so short a time is almost unprecedented.

The persons detained include two ministers but with corruption being a widespread structural problem in the administration the anti-corruption crackdown is not simply an effort to reduce corruption and graft but also has a significant political implication. If going through the list of persons arrested, the majority of them posed either a direct or indirect threat to the Raskalov regime and the purges are allowing the ruling Kremlinist faction of the CPSU to solidify it’s hold on power and for the government to strengthen it’s popular approval.

Raskalov was not Izotov’s preferred successor but became the successor out of necessity to prevent the growth of the hardliners after the Sad Blonye Protests as a “gray man” without strong ties to either the Izotovists or the Hardliners. Thus the Raskalov regime has had to put significant effort into stabilizing it’s control over the Party and country, his continuation of Izotovist economic policies has courted support from the Izotovist camp while his more aggressive foreign policy courted a number of Hardliners. Those policies were the carrots and it seems this new anti-corruption crackdown is the stick.




Voz de Cristo demonstrations in Santiago de Compostela call for godly governance.
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Voz de Cristo supporters filled the streets of
Santiago de Compostela


More than 15 000 people marched in demonstration in the city at the end of the Way of Saint James, one of the most travelled pilgrim’s paths in Catholicism. The demonstrations were led by the famous and influential priest father Santiago Laguna whose television show draws nearly three million viewers across Spain but mostly concentrated in the northwestern regions of Galicia, Asturias, Cantabria and Leon which are major strongholds of the highly conservative catholic politics in Spain. The political and religious character of the region is reflected by the Voz de Cristo movement which holds great sway over the region. In his speeches, Laguna called for the government to “emulate the godly ways of Berlin and keep Spain morally and spiritually strong and firmly rooted in its Catholic heritage”.

While applauded by the conservative catholic right in Spain, the Voz de Cristo movement has drawn large amounts of criticism from the leftist movements of the nation, especially in the left-wing stronghold of Catalonia but they have also attracted a lot of criticism from the center-right political movements of the country that often accuse the VdC of being German puppets and under the financial control of German backers, thus acting as a mouthpiece for Berlin and Mitteleuropa in Spain and countering Spanish national interests.




Cracks in the Mitteleuropan facade.
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Polish demonstrators fill the streets of Vilnius,
ethnic Poles comprise around 68% of the
region's population and 75% in the city itself


Germany’s ideological switch to Integralism came as a major shock to the world, who expected the Anglophile Protestants to keep power and keep Germany as a democracy. This was far from the case, however, as both secular and religious authoritarian parties would battle for control of the nation The Catholic majority, ironically, had used their demographic status to seize control of the nation democratically and install an Integralist government. The balance of power in Europe had taken yet another turn, turning the world away from what looked like a democratic future. For decades, Mitteleuropa has tolerated this, but this tolerance is fading rapidly.

Mitteleuropa, despite its religious and ideological diversity, has long managed to hold together until recently. Poland and Hungary would see their nations transition into Catholic Integralism, while other members would continue to remain wary of German ideological expansionism. The 1980s, however, began a period of unraveling that continues now. Catholic minorities in members of Mitteleuropa grew frustrated as their nations secularized, leading to disastrous riots in the Netherlands, Belgium, Lithuania, and Latvia. This has lead to discussions over leaving Mitteleuropa by Protestant and more moderate Catholic members, leading up to the Helsingborg Summit of 1990.

In the Helsingborg Summit, all members of Mitteleuropa except for Germany, Poland, and Hungary began discussing what to do about the “Integralist Problem”. Many of them did not want to abandon the economic benefits of the bloc, but most were wary of German influence. Though no withdrawals resulted from the summit, they did all issue a joint statement that if Germany’s aggressive influence continued, they would unilaterally leave the bloc. This was approved in most countries, but lead to massive riots in Lithuania. The Lithuanian government, not wanting to deal with their Integralist Polish minority, issued an ultimatum to its Poles to stop the rioting or leave the country, which only worsened things.

Poland, in response, stationed troops across the border, and issued an ultimatum to Lithuania. They have demanded that Lithuania cede the Wilno region, a center of Polish culture in Lithuania, or face an invasion. Hungary supported this action, and sent divisions to help in the case of war. The Helsingborg Summit attendees have condemned Poland for this, leading to a fatal split in Mitteleuropa. Poland has requested German backing, leading to a crucial moment for Germany. If they back Lithuania, they lose legitimacy in the eyes of overseas Integralist movements. If they back Poland, they will lose a large part of their economic bloc and be viewed as an aggressor by the international community. No matter what happens, it is clear that Europe will be changed forever.

Plotek i medialnych bredni nie daj sobie wmówić,
Codziennie się rozwijaj i nie daj się ogłupić,
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Postby The National Dominion of Hungary » Mon Mar 25, 2019 10:45 am

The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics


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Lubyanka Building - KGB Headquarters - Moscow - Russian SFSR

The man walked with purpose and confidence through the hallways of the KGB Headquarters, his two-piece suit was well cut and finely tailored and his eyes were a cold steely blue that could cut through the guards at the buildings internal security checkpoints like hot knives carving through butter. He moved quickly toward the office of Major Eduard Pondyakov, one of the men charged with handling Far Eastern assignments. It did seem like the Far East had been flaring up with the recent tensions between China and Japan, a bandwagon that the USSR seemed to have jumped upon. Vladimir Putin suspected why he had been called here, his cell had seen significant success as he commanded them in the Trabzon-Turkish SSR rooting out the jihadis who called themselves the Army of the Prophet, responsible for among other things the Kiev Metro Bombing of 1988 which killed 42 people. Now it seemed the higher up's had caught wind of Putin, he was almost certain new horizons would open to him soon. A new, more important assignment with greater chances for advancement, everything an up and coming KGB officer hoped for. Putin knocked on the door to the Major's office and soon entered the warmly furnished room.

"Ah, Comrade Commander Putin." The man in the armchair said and put out the cigarette in the ashtray on his mahogany desk. "Please do come in and sit down."

"Of course, Comrade Major." Vladimir Putin replied and sat down in the armchair opposite to the desk where he leaned back comfortably. "I see you're still smoking Comrade Major, haven't your doctors..."

"Damn it Vladimir." Major Pondyakov said with an annoyed sigh. "They barely allow me to eat anything normal since my diagnosis, my own wife gets upset if I as much as touch a glass of wine in the evening, let alone vodka."

"Sir, I..." Putin said but was immediately interrupted as Major Pondyakov raised his hand, obviously not interested in hearing anything else.

"I did not call you here to discuss health anyway, we have much more important things to talk about." The Major said and opened one of his desk drawers, soon handing Putin a file labeled Top Secret. Putin opened the file and looked at the first page, Operation Mad Hatter. He was indeed going somewhere new, a welcome change after his assignment in the Trabzon-Turkish SSR.

"Mad Hatter, Comrade Major." Putin said with a slight smile.

"Don't grin like that, I did not name it." Major Pondyakov said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You've most certainly been informed of the situation unfolding in East Asia. The Chinese are making moves and the leadership has apparently recognized it as a perfect opportunity for us to make moves of our own. The Central Executive Committee was tasked by the government to develop two covert operation plans regarding the rightfully Soviet territories currently controlled by the Japanese Empire. Mad Hatter is the active measure operation which is to be conducted on Sakhalin. You, Putin, are to be in charge of the operation."

"I'm honored and glad that you've placed such trust in my abilities." Putin said with a nod in the Major's direction as he flipped through the pages of the file handed to him.

"You'll get a new cover identity and we'll be inserting you in Okha where you'll make contact with our sleeper operative." The Major said. "It will be much easier for you to blend in and establish yourself in the northern half of the island where there is a Russian majority, from there you'll make contact with the rest of our local operatives."

"Understood, Comrade Major. I'll be familiarizing myself with these files over the next few days and make sure I'm prepared." Putin replied.

"Very good Comrade Commander, now go home, say goodbye to the family and prepare yourself, you're going east."

OPERATION: MAD HATTER - EYES ONLY.

Description: As planned by the Central Executive Committee of the KGB, the following active measures are to be undertaken by KGB operatives on Sakhalin Island, currently officially referred to as the Island of Karafuto. OPERATION: MAD HATTER will be made up of several tasks that will prepare local ground for a possible attack by conventional forces should such a measure be considered for implementation by the government. Covert operations will be of great importance in the region with tensions rising to ever higher levels.

1: Establish contact with local sleeper operatives, namely CODENAME - SURGEON, CODENAME - COALMINER, CODENAME - USUAL SUSPECTS.
2: Establish a network of safehouses and front organisations to facilitate moving both agents and equipment into the region and around it.
3: Covertly receive and aid a further 26 KGB operatives which will be sent in quick succession to establish themselves on the island. (Codenames included below)
4: Covertly receive materials in the form of arms, explosives, ammunition and combat equipment and store these at safe locations.
5: Attempt to form and/or make contact with radical groups supporting the inclusion of the island into the Soviet Union.
6: Proceed to organize and train these groups in basic combat skills, diversionary tactics, sabotage and guerrilla tactics.
7: Use operatives educated in cultural homogeneity find discontent with the new government and state of affairs among the Police, Government Officials and the Military and attempt to extract information.
8: Detect supply centers, transport hubs and staging areas used by the Japanese military, map out vital supply and infrastructure targets to strike in the event of hostilities.





Diplomatic messages of the Soviet Ministry of Foreign Affairs

To: Foreign Ministry of the Republic of China
From: Foreign Ministry of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Subject: Escalating tensions in Asia.
Encryption: Highest



Our warmest greetings to the Chinese people and their Government.

With the escalating tensions in the East Asian region, the Soviet Government recognizes geopolitical fault-lines highly relevant to both our governments and nations. It is the hope that cooperation in a trying time like this may give us both what we need and provide an opportunity to forge a closer relationship between our nations in helping each other doing so. Let the division between Soviets and Chinese be a thing of the past and let us move into the future recognizing that mutual interests can make former rivals aid one another. In light of this, the Soviet government would be highly interested in holding a security summit with the Chinese government to discuss a plan of action when taking measures against Japan and the East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere.

Kipryjan Ulicionak,
Deputy Minister for Foreign Relations.
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Postby The Felan Federation » Mon Mar 25, 2019 7:47 pm

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Royal Palace, Kabul
Kingdom of Afghanistan


Queen Azar Minu Khan wasn't happy at all, as she soon politely cut the call with the Ambassador from the Union of American States - before smashing the phone down upon the desk. "Bloody Americans..." she sighed in reply, her hands resting against her head - this was the last kind of headache that she wanted at all. The American Congress had gone into vote, upon the prospect of selling arms to Afghan alongside deploying a Marine Battalion as a permanent rotation to deter any Soviet aggression in the region. But, sadly the Socialists in the Union had voted down such a prospect by a margin of three votes - while the reasons had been pragmatic and understandable, she couldn't help but equate them to almost following some hidden order from Moscow.

Thus, Queen Azar was only left with the prospect of making deals with Gilbert-Hibbings and Coleraine Minerals - a chance to increase the economic power of Afghanistan and have many of her people gain new jobs and skills - the prospect still remained that they needed a military partner, willing to be their ally and their shield if it came to a confrontation with the Soviet Union. It was an almost ironic echo - when she was just then delivered a response from the Foreign Office of China.

Thus, with her hands tied and also the situation still unresolved - Queen Azar began to make a few calls to the Prime Minister, to both call an emergency meeting in the Palace, but also contact the Foreign Office for a response.




Foreign Office of Afghanistan: to China

We are happy to hear the expansion of the Wakhan Corridor - it is our hope, that one day, it could become a daily transport network to connect both of our capitals and cities. Alas, such dreams would be left for the future. We also accept the proposal of accepting China as favorite among our trading partners - in light to also reduce tariffs and allow the exporting of our own goods to China and abroad. We hope, this is just the first step, in a long list of possible future deals and agreements.

We wish you, the best of fortune - Foreign Office of Afghanistan.





Foreign Office of Afghanistan: to China; to President Liu Xianyang

Dear, President Xianyang. I am happy to hear, that the Republic of China has accepted our offer to further increase economic and trade agreements between our two nations. Sadly, this personal letter I am writing will deal with a different subject on the matter. No doubt, you have heard through both your own Foreign Office and World News - that Afghanistan is seeking ways to distance ourselves from the Soviet Union. This is a truth, I sadly have to agree with. The Communists, as noble in their goals as they may sound - are seeking to expand their influence over the Middle East; starting with us and likely down to Iran itself.

As China has a relationship of both friend and foe with the Soviet Union - we have sought your aid in an upcoming matter. Our attempts to seek Western aid and hardware have sadly failed, due to in part the political machinations within their respective legal bodies. Instead, we have chosen to seek a different route now - since it has been proven, we can't rely on the goodwill of the Communists nor the Western World at that.

The Republic of China has remained a friend of us, since we first regained our independence. I would say, we are almost reaching sixty years of mutual peace, cooperation and friendship. I am writing this letter personally, from one head of state to another, to emphasize the seriousness that I am proposing. In light of China' attempts to re-establish the Silk Road as the largest inter-connected trade-economic network in the world - we have our own proposition to offer. Our nations already cooperate heavily in the area of trade, economy, border security, fighting against illegal drug trafficking and Islamic extremism.

Still, there is one avenue we have remained separated - mostly in our fault at that.

Thus, I have been granted authority by the Royal Assembly to offer a proposition to China. We wish to establish with the Republic of China, a military alliance - a Strategic Defense Coalition or SDC, if you would call it. In a similar light to the Comintern, Mitteleuropa or Co-Prosperity Sphere. The Kingdom of Afghanistan, would be up for allowing China to establish a permanent military base in Afghanistan - increasing our purchases of Chinese-made equipment, increasing military cooperation between our two nations and much more. If China ever decides to establish such an organization - we would be happy to accept becoming it's first member.

With our grace and hope, Queen Azar Minu Khan.

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To: Rhodesia
From: Italy
Subject: Arms Trade
Encryption: Enigma

Dear President Zayden Bezuidenhout, I got a great opportunity for your dear military. My country likes to offer you assault rifles, pistols, MGs, explosives, aircrafts and tanks for up to millions, if not less if you want to avoid poverty because of such price. I like to set up diplomatic relations between our countries and I also like if your country were to aid me in keeping up my country's sphere of influence in both North Africa and East Africa. That would be appreciated well and benefit our respective countries. Deal?

Cordiali Saluti, PM Ezio Guitore

To: France
From: Italy
Subject: Mitteleuropa
Encryption: Enigma

Dear Secretary-General Valéry Giscard d'Estaing, both of our countries know we no longer can trust Germany and it's sphere of influence called "Mitteleuropa". We fear that Germany plans to go all-out Napoleon on us all and take over the entire world. If it is true, then it is time to strike. If it is not true, then we might wait until further notice. I notice that both your country and my country are in need of becoming major powers. Germany is already a major power and it heavily affects us both. I can guarantee if that Germany either collapses or gets reduced to a minor power, then both our countries, France and Italy, would become major powers in Europe alongside the UK. Do you agree with me, my amico?

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Postby New Cobastheia » Tue Mar 26, 2019 12:59 pm

January 1, 1990
Edmonton, Buffalo, Canada


Looking himself over one last time in the mirror, he took his comb and brushed just a few hairs out of place, "Perfect," he said as he finished. Walking out of the bathroom he wrote, Thanks for the night, I trust you can find your way home, on a stick note and stuck it to the alarm clock on the chick from last night's side of the bed.

Walking out into the city, he knew which direction he was heading in. Not because he knew the layout of this frozen hellhole, but because he booked the hotel that's only a kilometer or so down the road from his new workplace. After a short walk, he entered an Edmontonian building with the words, People's Party, written in big, bold, purple letters above the door, excited to get to work as the party's national Campaign Manager.

January 5, 1990
Ottawa-Gatineau, Canada
Harrington Lake


Dorothy Durand had hoped that the world would perhaps stop happening for the first week of the year. Maybe she could have a day where her only focus was to go ice skating on the lake. Perhaps she could relax for once, and maybe she could forget that she's going to be out of the job in 6 months. But no, the world and life have to continue going on. So she sat in the living room, looking out at the frozen lake and slowly sipping some hot chocolate.

"Madam Prime Minister, Minister Engel is here," Frank, her guard from the Protective Policing Service, said from the other side of the room.

After looking at her drink for a few seconds, she spoke, "Let her in."

A few seconds later Minister of Foreign Affairs, Anna Engel, walked into the retreat as another one of the guards opened up the front door for her, "How are you doing Dorothy?" Asked Anna as she took her coat and mittens off.

"Same odd, same old. There's some hot chocolate in the coffee pot if you want any, should still be warm."

As Anna walked over, she responded, "No thanks, I'm good," As she sat down on a couch across from Dorothy she eyed her up and down, "I see you didn't think anything would happen this early into the year."

"Call me an optimist," She paused to take another sip, "So, what do you think we should do about Korea?"

"Given that China and the Soviets are likely only calling the elections false to attack Japan, and we don't want to risk our relations with Japan, I'd say our best bet is to make it clear we're only doing it for the expansion of democracy across the globe, if we come out against the elections. Regardless, we should work with the Korean Government to see if we can get them to hold new elections before the whole of East Asia erupts."

"What about Mexico?"

"Thankfully they're much less complicated and not tied up in a web of complicated international relations. Regardless of what we do, their heading for a civil war or worst if the USA doesn't step in. Our best bet would be to support pro-democracy groups, so that way when Mexico finally fails it will be easier prop up a democratic nation we can claim as an ally.

There was then silence for about a minute between the two as Dorothy thought it through, suddenly she spoke up, "Both plans work with me, I trust you can implement them just fine," a few more moments of silence took place between the two before Dorothy spoke up again,

"So, have you figured out who you're going to endorse for leadership?"

An Offical Statement from the Foreign Ministry of Canada

As tensions have suddenly risen in the Eastern Asia Region, we urge all nations involved in this crisis to reach a peaceful conclusion, one in which all of us can recognize a Korean Government that we all know will truly represent the wants, needs, and interests of the Korean people.

Signed,
Dorothy Durand
Prime Minister of Canada

Anna Engel
Minister of Foreign Affairs

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Postby Alaroma » Tue Mar 26, 2019 3:37 pm

The Streets of the Federation


“Hey man, you got a light?” Jean-Bertrand Aristide asked, a Haitian police officer from the state of Ouest. He and his partner, Peter Lindsey, a White Police Officer, also from Ouest. At the moment, they patrolled the suburb of Jalousie. One of the Capitals suburbs. It rippled with life and culture……….and crime. Jalousie was the odd man out, considering it had notable parts of the suburb that were intergrated, and middle class. Those weren’t the problem. It was the lower income, and more often than not, black neighborhoods. “Yeah Jean, I got you.” The man said, pulling a lighter out his shirt pocket. On the other hand Jean pulled out a pack of cigs, a local domestic brand from Puerto Rico. Good stuff, no lie.

“Uhhhhh, I could use a hit.” He said, as Jean handed him one, and took out one for his own use. Peter lit Jean’s first, nodding in appreciation, before lightning his own. “Much obliged, Jean.”

Jean shrugged, nodding. “How’s the wife Peter? She still nagging you for another kid?” He asked.

“Oh, Roas? That woman, heh, you would think 2 was enough right? I swear, I came from a family of 2 kids. Me and my older sister. She come from a family of 6. Catholics and their large families.” Peter said, chuckling.

Jean rolled his eyes, he himself being Catholic. “Speaking of kids, how’s Andrew and Anna?” He asked.

“Andrew? He’s been a lazy no good during his winter break. My God, he’s been enjoying his first winter break. He’s been driving Rosa up the wall as far as I can tell. And Anna is the bubbly 2 year old she always has been. And how about your kids?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I lost track after child number 2.” He said, both men laughing. “I’m serious though, Cassandra is practically taking care of her little brother and sisters. Dictator in stead, when I’m gone with your white ass, and Melissa is running her own Business.” He continued.

“For your information, this white ass is driving the car.” Peter replied, both men chuckling a bit. “But yeah, I get it. Not sure I could do that though.”

Jean shook his head, “Man, what did you expect when you married a Puerto Rican Woman?”

“I don’t know, I honestly don’t know.” He stopped the car at a stop sign, lower income kids waited at the side, expecting the police car to go forward before they crossed. Course by law, they were obliged to let pedestrians pass first. Jean motioned for the kids to cross, it taking a bit for them to get the point. They quickly skirted across the street, black faces and white teeth, all waving at the officer car as it moved on after they crossed.

“Be advised, there is currently a robbery in progress at a 1232 Anderson Street, closest units please respond.” A French voice rang inside the police cars cabin, the two men inside looked at each other.

“Shit, that’s a few streets down.” Jean said, a little obvious to those in the know, but no less true.

“No shit, and we’re strapped too,” Peter said, before responding to the radio “This is unit 502, we’re on route to the AOI.”

“Copy Unit 502.”

“Hit it.” Jean Said, before he puffed a smoke out the window.

And hit it Peter did. The Red and White lights, and unmissable Sirens of the Police force rang out as the Police Cruiser roared down the streets, which admittedly weren’t the finest in Haiti, but that’s beyond the point. Arriving at the scene, it was a quaint little Chinese owned convenience store. Not to uncommon in these sorts of neighborhoods, you’d see various types of business owned by particularly savvy minorities. A man runs out, with what can only be assumed to be a bag in one hand.

Peter pulled up, then immediately got out, and bolted after the man, assuming that he was the robber. Meanwhile Jean went inside, finding a middle aged Chinese woman bawling her eyes, a mix of despair and disbelief on her face. She said random, incomprehensible things, things in Mandarin, or Cantonese. He honestly couldn’t tell the difference, and how could he be expected to? He was fluent in French, and English, dabbling in Spanish. Not this gibberish.

“Ma’am, what’s happened? Was that the man who robbed you?” He asked.

Someone from outside came in, nodding. “Yeah, it was him. I called the police.” Looking to the person, he found a young woman, probably 19 or 20. Curly hair, dark chocolate skin, white T Shirt and some shorts. It might have been winter, but you couldn’t tell. Not when it was 82 Fahrenheit.

Nodding in a shaken manner, the Chinese lady nodded. “Yes, he took everything. From what was in the cash Register, to what I had, to the people in the store. He even looted some of our storage in the back room.” She said in shakey French.

His eyes darted to the back of the store, and there was indeed a busted in door. The work of the suspect apparently. He looked through the store, and saw several other customers also shaken, though others treating the situation as if it was no big deal.

“You any cameras?” Jean asked the lady, to which she nodded. She pointed to a few cameras throughout the store. “Got a control ro-“

Then two gunshots rang out, pulling Jean out the store, promising to return. Dashing down the pavement of the sidewalk, trying to distinguish where they went, he began making turns into the neighborhood before he saw Peter forcefully putting handcuffs on the suspect, who had a gun. Dropped it, meanwhile Peter had a graze to his right thigh. The other guy however appeared to have been shot in the shoulder by Peter.

“Shit Peter, what happened?!” Jean demanded as he came up to him.

“Fucking cunt pulled one out on me, thank god he’s a shit shot huh?” He said, helping the now restrained man up. “I’m getting an ambulance, take him out to the side of the road, huh?” He said as he took off to call an ambulance.

Peter shook his head, pulling the defiant, yet injured, man, “Yeah, yeah, happy fucking New Year to you too.” He told the man.

And this friends is the war on crime being waged in the Federation of American Caribbean States.The FACS doesn’t care for crime in its streets, leading to Emmanuel’s war on Crime. Now criminals might not care much for this. But the FACS don’t care about their feelings either.


Port au Prince


The Federation President woke up in a room, which he confirm was most definitely not the room he usually fell asleep in, at the Presidential Palace. A dull hammer banged on his head from the inside, before looking over to see the black body sleeping next to him. 'So it was one of those nights, huh?’ he thought to himself.

Eyes looking at the woman sleeping next to him, he found the short haired obviously attractive. Her small belly rose and fell as she breathed, and he wondered what time it was. Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, seeing it to be 9:17 am. Huh. Now normally this would have sent him into a panic, but it was New Year's day. Warm, celebratory, New Year's day. A new decade had begun.

Slowly rising out of the bed, careful not to wake the woman next to him, he got up, and took a peek outside. There he could see s bird eye view of Downtown Port au Prince. The high rise building, filled with apartments undoubtedly for those of higher income brackets, was apparently where he found himself. He suppose he could find himself in worse places. He certainly did in High School.

Looking around the floor, he saw his pants on the floor, along with a mesh mash of other clothes, and began putting his clothes. He heard murmuring from the bed, before seeing the woman's top half rise up, her covering her chest with the blanket. “Good morning, Julie.” he said to the woman, who slowly nodded in response.

“Morning Emmanuel, see you got the move on before I did. Want some coffee before you go, Mr President?” She asked.

“I think you're too kind, Julie. That said, I wouldn't dare refuse.” He said.

She got up, slipping on a shirt before heading past him to the kitchen, where she made herself busy with the various cabinets and coffee makings.

Perhaps he didn't notice last night, for uh, obvious reasons, but the apartment was actually quite fashionably designed. The Living room gave another quite impressive view of the city. What did she do again for work? He couldn't remember.

“Is Vanilla creamer fine?” She asked, holding up a carton of it.

“Yeah, that's fine. Not to much though.” He replied.

Nodding, she gave him the coffee, and after a few teaspoons of sugar and a thorough mixing, it was more or less ready to drink. Julie had meanwhile made herself a cup of coffee. Sitting across from him at the bar, she smiled.

“Happy New year.” She told him, perhaps reiterating what she told him last night at midnight, the true beginning of the decade.

“Happy New Year. Any new years resolutions?” He asked.

She leaned back, thinking about it. “I think…….. I'll try calling my mother more.”

“There a reason you don't call her?” He asked

“Besides being a bitch? She's the naggy kind, 8 kids, wondering why I haven't had any yet. I wish I could tell you that was the worst, but it's not.” She said, sighing, taking a sip of her coffee.

“This is definitely one of those resolutions you don't intend to keep.” He said.

“Of course! What else are resolutions for? I've yet to meet someone who's kept theirs. What about you Emmanuel? Any resolutions you plan not to keep? Though if it's a Political promise, best keep that a secret. At least till the legislature elections.” She said.

He rolled his eyes, laughing. “I think I'll promise to never mix bourbon with wine and whiskey again. Honestly, who thought was a good idea?”

She pointed her finger at him. “I'd say that was you.”

He shrugged. “Guilty. Not that it matters, but I hope to God I keep that promise.”

“Until the next party.” She added.

“Perhaps. Regardless, I should probably get going.” He said, drinking up the late of his coffee, before standing up.

Leading him to the door, she said “Well it was fun Emmanuel.” Before pecking him with a kiss on the cheek, and he made his departure from her apartment. As far as ladies he's swooned, she wasn't a bad one.

Arriving down at the lobby, he found……...his security detachment. They moved him in a rather secretive manner, before beginning to escourt his back to the Presidential Palace. Technically he had the day off, but he reckoned today was good as any to get some light work done.

Davis Executive Office Building


The Davis Executive Office Building was an American era building, reminiscent to the early American control of the island, but more specifically calling back to when the Island’s new masters wanted to renovate, or simply build new Government buildings.

When various Government buildings were divided up by new Government institutions, the Office of the Vice President of the Federation found the Davis Building, most appealing due to its appealing stature, and considering it was close to the Presidential Palace, it was ideal.

The current incumbent, Nachelle Guzman, was currently in her office, face first in her desk, asleep. A habitual night owl, last night frankly was no different. While one could argue it was New Year’s, the allure of differentiating from her established schedule wasn’t particularly strong. Her parents were on the other side of the island, and had no husband or children to attend to. Emmanuel had invited her to join him during last night's celebrations, but she wasn’t keen on that either.

Sunlight steadily came into the room, the curtains not pulled back all the way. As the light trickled on her face, it became harder to ignore it. Her eyes soon fluttered Open, before putting herself upright in her chair. Her hair was strewn around, and she could feel eye crust from sleep in her eyes. Rubbing it away, she studied the desk.

“Shit, I fell asleep…….” She said to herself, studying various papers, and that one cold cup of coffee. The cup of coffee she’d make, but like many others, would forget completely due to her work.

Among the papers she had, there were a few topics to which the President had delegated. Well, besides lobbying Congress for the president. Lately there’s been a focus on domestic crime by the administration, but that’s not the only thing going on, definitely not. After fixing her messy hair (kinda) into a ponytail, always a solid back up plan. Especially considering she reckoned she’d take the day the Government was giving her. Though she should probably get some things in order real quick. She looked at one batch of folders, and it involved Federation Intelligence.

In the years since the Federation gained independence, using the base of agents that were operating under American security and intelligence agencies, they proved a valuable base in information an experience for the National Institute of Intelligence, the Institute being the FACS Foreign Intelligence agency, the sword of the FACS sword and shield. The home agency that dealt with domestic matters was the Department of Investigation and Security, the shield of the pair. The DIS, also found itself undergoing its own rapid growth considering the concerns the Government had with crime, and the need for certain cases to be undertaken by the State.

In regards to the Institute, it was motivated by ideology in a strong way as well however. In the Americas, Institute spies have interests all over, with ranging interests. Of course it has ties with the Golden Circle, hence any spying it does in those countries isn’t necessarily malicious in nature. Though it’s more out of self interest, in more personal matters. Of course everyone spied on their allies, that wasn’t necessarily of supreme interest. Now what was perhaps of more interesting consequence was spying on the major block in the area, the Rio Pact.

As it turns out, the FACS has no malice intent towards the other Integralist faction either, but this undoubtedly complicated things. The station of Ecuador in the alliance ruffled some purist feathers, wondering why the supposedly Integralist faction didn’t imposed ideological purity among its ranks, whatever that meant. Though this was also on par with the administration wanting to secure closer relations with the Rio Pact, and in that regard, do Intelligence sharing. Now why would this be important? Well, the FACS wants to build upon its prestige and capabilities, as well as cementing its status as a reliable nation in the Caribbean. Well, that in addition to the want for the FACS to be the only nation in the Caribbean, and to form a union in the area. Lofty goals right now, but it all builds in the long term.

This all lead to Africa, an odd place when you think about it. However with the need to spread Integralism strong among the Federation’s elite. Perhaps it was the old thinking that it had inherited from the years of living in the US. Now the FACS wasn’t one of Integralisms strong pillanders. Those roles went to the US, Brazil, and mighty Germany. Though that didn’t matter, the FACS aimed to be one of its proctors at the very least. What it could not do with overwhelming military might, Economic power, or the resources of continents, it aimed to do with sweet words, daring spies, and Revolutionary fervor.

Though what was perhaps more concerning to her immediate position, which lead her to the next stack of papers. The Federation needed investment to help diversify, it not being able to rely on the US and nothing but the US, despite the USAs and the FACS undoubtedly close relationship. However at the end of the day, she needed to oversee the development of those other pesky relationships the FACS had. Considering Integralism was ripe in Latin America, choices such as Brazil, Venezuela, and Colombia were obvious first choices to discuss economic matters with. The the AUS, and Canada were nations worth considering as well. That of course didn’t even consider all the choices abroad, but one thing at a time.

Then on the flip side, places in Central America and Mexico, would be interesting places for Federation Business to look into. She bit on her lip slightly as she put all these various things away, shaking her head. She was slightly annoyed she ended up staying all night, again. From the sounds, there wasn’t lots of people in the building. After cleaning her office, she definitely closed the blinds, before taking that old cup of coffee to drop off at the trash, and go home,

When she got outside, there were people waiting for her. The Secret Service, to protect her and drive he around. That was one of the downsides of being VP, she couldn’t drive herself wherever she wanted. That also gave her a lot of time to watch the beautiful streets of Port-Au-Prince as they drove by, which was a bonus she supposed. Not like she would have given the place extreme amounts of thought considering she’s from the Eastern part of the island.

Arriving at the Vice President residence, a nice seizable residence in a more private neighborhood of the city. Nice for a family. That, however, drove Nachelle up the walls though, nothing but her and her guards. A lonely existence, which perhaps explains her tendencies to work long hours. After all, all that waited back home was her Guards, perhaps some books, and emptiness. Or the TV, God knows what they’re saying on there.

She walked off to her room, immediately taking of her clothes so she could take a bath. Maybe now would be time to consider a visit to her parents? Lord knows the old place was just so damn dreary…….


The FACS Congressional Office Buildings


David Juarez, the House Majority Leader of the House of Representatives sat in his office. Comparatively, this is a very new building, as was the Congress buildings with both chambers. Hence, it was probably the newest legislature in the world, or one of the newest, in the world. Hence it had a real modern look, which played well in the backdrop of the bustling downtown of Port-Au-Prince. Maybe not so well when you looked at other Government buildings, but there was all sorts of new Government buildings that had popped up over the country.

David took out a cigar, which truthefully was dummy thick, lighting it with the sort of glee one got, as if he didn’t know all the reports that had come out condemning smoking, which he had. Or the Public campaign being waged by the Vice President to cut teenage smoking, which he was also aware of. Though Speaker Juarez had the unbeatable ability to just not give a damn. Though more importantly than his cigar, which was pretty darn important if you asked him, was the new drive for development of lower income areas.

A bill that would give buisness incentives to take up residence near or in lower income areas, specifically the kind of jobs that don't necessarily need tons of education to get a good job. It's targeted towards certain types of Industries, it wouldn't make sense for some tech company to come in the area. Who would be able to get those jobs? This is also accompanied by bills encouraging, and funding, the development of Trade Schools near lower income areas. The more practical things in life. We'll always need electricians and plumbers after all.

Though perhaps more pressingly was the push to further develop the Tourist Industry. Not that it wasn't doing fine, but could it do better? Congress apparently thought so. Thus infrastructure Projects were to commence to help it. Though if we're being specific, the upkeep of beaches, the redevelopment of roads, the repealing of some Taxes on the Tourist Industry, and funding for a campaign called “Our Carribian”, which was essentially supposed to go all over the Rio Pact, the USA, AUS, Canada, and even Europe, and encourage people to visit the Islands. From Culture, resorts, and scerine beaches, there was much to love.

Finally, there would be the repealing of all taxes on state arms contractors for what is considered an “undisclosed” amount of time. The FACS want to see the development of a sufficient local arme industry, and being able to produce your own rifles isn't much to ask. However heavier things are on the table as well, but that's all up to them to develop.

These were all supposed to be voted on when the Congress convenes once more after break, and as crazy we David was, he was confident they would all be passed.
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News segment from the state-owned Korean Central News Agency
January 1st


"The two day long riot started by religious fundamentalists belonging to Catholic and Protestant mobs have been dispersed as the military arrived to support the police. The religious mobs have been terrorizing the streets of Pyongyang with their anti-government chants and throwing molotov cocktails at law enforcements," a female newsanchor in traditional Korean clothes said with zeal as the cameras rolled.

"These mobs have connections to Catholic activist Kim Dae-jung, a Presidential candidate for the extremist Christian Democratic Party in the 1989 Presidential election. Kim Dae-jung, an individual who was a suspect in the Christian Conspiracy, where nine Catholic and Protestant individuals were planning terrorist actions against the People's Republic in the name of their Lord. Kim Dae-jung, however, can not be reached for any comments."

"The President of the People's Republic of Chosun has made an emergency statement in regards to the riots, calling it 'an action of foreign agents to undo the progress Korea has made.' Here is his full transcript for his statement," the anchor continued as a new clip showing President Takahashi Seong-hyun rolled in.

"Fellow citizens of the People's Republic of Chosun, we are entering a new year with chaos spread by foreign agents who want to destroy the progress that we've made," the President said with tears rolling down his eyes. "Religious extremists have tarnished the cultured city of Pyongyang with their anti-progress rhetorics and assaulting our policemen and soldiers. The monarchists hiding in China, with support from the Chinese snakes, are spreading false propaganda to divide this republic and spreading these chaos. As the first President of this Republic, elected by popular vote, I call upon my fellow citizens to resist the lies and destructions that our enemies are bringing to this nation. They would rather undo our economic growth and put people into poverty rather than to recognize the legitimacy and the goodworks the People's Republic has partaken. As this is a People's Republic, I must remind the people of this great nation to remain vigilant and to fight for Korea! Let Korea be the shining beacon of human progress!" After the speech was over, the camera rolled over to the anchor wiping away tears.

"This is the leadership we need," she said to the camera. "Someone who can unite the country to resist foreign devils from destroying our progress. We will be back to bring more news."


Jilin, Republic of China
January 2nd, 1990


"Labor strikes in Chongjin, Christian protests in Pyongyang violantly broken up by the military, banks are panicking, things are not looking good for this 'People's Republic,'" General Ok Jeong-hun said as the Prince-Imperial's ministers sat around a table in Prime Minister Kim Young-sam's office, drinking tea.

"This might be the day we return to our home nation and restore the Imperial House of Korea," Foreign Minister Kim Chang-min added.

"We should remain cautious, regardless of what happens," the Prime Minister said. "The People's Republic may be weakened but they still have backings from Japan. If the Korean Legion crosses the Yalu River, even with support from the Chinese, we will be facing heavy resistance from not just the Chosun People's Army but also the Japanese. China may not be enough, we could use some additional allies in our war of liberation."

"I have contacts in the Chosun Border Army, it looks like we could convince some generals there to support us," Jeong-hun said. "You may be familiar with General Roh Tae-woo, my contacts have reported that he's the one who calls the shot in the northern divisions and is quite popular among the general public. If he accepts our offer, we'd be having around 150,000 men to support us.

"But you are right in needing additional allies," Jeong-hun conceded. "The Commonwealth seems to be a good option. Australia has announced their opposition to the illegitimate election and their naval prowess could be a factor. The Union of American States are also an excellent partner to work with."

"Of course, things aren't as simple as they seem, the Commonwealth would definitely want something from us," Chang-min added. "The Chinese supports us because we're friendly to their interests in displacing Japan as the premier Asian power. Perhaps we can try to send a delegatation party to meet with Commonwealth member-state representatives in perhaps Australia."

"This is the chance the expats living in China and all over the world have been waiting for," Defense Minister Bak Hyo said. "The restoration of the Korean Empire will be a glorious feat and one for the history books."

"Indeed," the Prime Minister smiled as he raised a glass of cold tea, "A toast for this nation's independence."


To: The Australian Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Greetings;

We at the Provisional Court of the Empire of Korea in China applaud the decision of your leaders to join other nations in condemning the sham election in Korea in which millions of Koreans were barred from having a say in their country's own electoral process. The Japanese Empire and the People's Republic of Chosun are trying to stop the Korean people's growing desire for independence.

The Provisional Court of the Empire of Korea would like to send delegations to meet with representatives from your government to discuss possible terms in this action to bring liberty to the Korean people in their own nation. The Provisional Court admires the Commonwealth of Nations for their dedication in supporting liberty in the world filled with despotic states. We hope that cooperations will occur between a free Korea and Australia in a new age for the Pacific.

We wait for your response;
Minister Kim Chang-min of the Provisional Ministry of Foreign Affairs



Prince Yi Jung looked at a picture of his uncle framed at the wall. Prince Yi Un, who was posthumously given the temple name of Huijong of Korea by the Provisional Ministry of Culture and Education, was one of the few members of the Imperial family who managed to flee to China where he lead a provisional governments of loyalists to the Korean Empire. He remembered his uncle's last request before he passed away just about twenty years ago: to be buried in Hanseong. Unfortunately, the PRC authorities refused to heed out the Provisional Court's requests so his body lay in a casket in China ever since, waiting for the day he can rest in his home country instead of in a foreign land.

Jung heard about the goings of Korea and how optimistic the Provisional Court was about their plans in retaking Korea from the Japanese and the PRC. He smiled at the thought. If things do go well and if the Korea became free with the Imperial family restored, he would be made Emperor and a constitutional monarchy would be in place. He looked back at his uncle's portrait.

"I will avenge you and your forefathers," he said to the picture. "Your death will not go in vain."
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Postby Costa Fierro » Tue Mar 26, 2019 11:44 pm

January 1, 1990. Casa de las Palmas, Varadero.
President Oswaldo Payá Sardiñas watched the sun rise from a balcony on the east wing of the impressive mansion known as the Casa de las Palmas, the official holiday retreat of the President of Cuba. It is fairly modest for an official resdience, the house built during the 1920's by President Gerardo Machado. Set among lush grounds, the house has always been a favourite among presidents celebrating holidays within Cuba. Payá was no exception. He had spent New Years in 1989 here, and had become infatuated with its surroundings, and the views over the Caribbean. But being President, especially in a time such as this, he was never far from his work. Adjacent to the Casa de las Palmas was the Casa Arena, a smaller guesthouse which housed guests of the President, or more commonly, the staff from his office. Among them was his Chief of Staff, Graciela Morales, a short, young woman who had been in her position as long as Payá had been president. She had previously worked under Payá's predecessor at the Palacio de la República, and had some knowledge over how things worked. She was wondering how soon was too soon as she walked along the corner to the room at the end of the east wing. A knock on the door granted a reponse from inside. She opened one of the double doors and entered an opulently appointed office. The President was standing on the balcony outside. He turned and smiled.
"Good morning Graciela," he greeted. "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year too, Señor Presidente," she replied. "I have news."
"Of what kind?" Payá responded, stepping back inside the office.
"A message has been relayed from Mariel that one of our aircraft has spotted the MV Eisenstein approaching our territorial waters. It will be in Havana in a few hours."
"Right," Payá replied, trying to remind himself of what the issue was. "Has the Navy put forward an operation plan?" Graciela stepped forwards with a manila folder in her hand. Payá took it from her hands and began to read it. It didn't take fairly long, as it was a straightforward operation: wait until the ship enters Cuban territorial waters and then board it with naval commandos. Payá read through it and then handed the file back to Graciela with a satisifed look.
"I'll be expecting a confirmation of orders," Payá said. "When they come through, send them to me immediately."
"Yes, Mister President." Graciela said before she left.

Havana, Cuba. Later that morning:
Cimarro sat in his office, trying once again not to fall alseep at his desk. He contemplated canning lunch with the family and taking a siesta, hopefully to come back in a few hours recharged and refreshed. He was expecting a call from the coroner who were conducting on the body that was found this morning. There hadn't been any new information given to officers, and Cimarro was resigned to the fact that this was another cold case that would never be solved. They rarely were, these days.

A knock on the office door jolted him, and Nicolás poked his head through the crack in the door.
"Sir," he said with some unease and a little confusion. "There's someone from the directorate here." Cimarro's ears pricked, and he became significantly more attentive.
"Which one?" he asked, with the same amount of unease and confusion as Nicolás had. His assistant's head temporarily disappeared, then popped back through again.
"Domestic," he announced. "He mentioned you by name."
"Send him in." Cimarro ordered. Nicolás disappeared once more, and was replaced by a man as young as him, with a slicked side parting and immaculate white skin. He reminded Cimarro more of a Hollywood special agent than someone spending their time at the interior ministry pushing paper about. The expensive looking grey suit he wore further reinforced that notion.
"Detective Cimarro?" the man said, extending his right hand. "I'm Agent Sánchez with the Counter Narcotics Office of the Directorate of National Security."
"Counter Narcotics?" Cimarro said as he rose from his seat to shake the hand of Agent Sánchez. They shook hands and sat down. Cimarro continued. "What's such a high roller doing down here with us plebs?"
"I was made aware of a man found dead this morning in an apartment in your division," Sánchez said. "He was American, right?"
"He was," Cimarro replied, now a little stand off-ish. "Why do you ask?"
"We're interested in him," Sánchez replied. "Our sources tell us he's a CIA operative."
"Your sources?" Cimarro asked. "Have you been spying on them?"
"I can't say either way," Sánchez replied. "That's information above your pay grade."
"Fair enough," Cimarro replied, holding his hands up in acknowledgement. "But I'm sure your superiors will let me know if they need any information from us."
"Why do you think I'm here?" Sánchez asked. "As I said, we're interested in him."
"And as I said, Mister Sánchez," Cimarro said with a little more forcefulness. "Your superiors will let me know if they want anything from me." Sánchez gave a little nod to indicate he understood what Cimarro meant. He rose from his seat.
"Thank you for your time, Detective." he said.
"Happy to help." Cimarro said. He too rose from his own seat to accompany him out of the office.

Inside the wider office space where numerous other junior aides and detectives worked, Cimarro caught the attention of Nicolás, who had watched them as they walked out. He rose from his desk and quickly made his way over to him.
"The coroner called," Nicolás said. "He's completed the autopsy."
"Excellent," Cimarro commented. "I'll head on over." Cimarro gestured for Nicolás to accompany him.

They both got inside an elevator adjacent to the one that Sánchez had entered moments before. As they got inside, Cimarro spoke.
"Did that agent come in show you any identification?" Cimarro asked. "Badges, ID cards?"
"No?" Nicolás replied, confused. "Why?"
"I have a feeling he wasn't from the directorate," Cimarro said. "Civil servants don't wear suits worth tens of thousands of pesos. And they don't ask for information in person."
"Is that what he did?" Nicolás asked. Cimarro nodded. This prompted Nicolás to think, but before the process was completed, they had arrived at the basement carpark.
"I want you to follow him," Cimarro said in a quiet voice. "See where he goes." Nicolás nodded and put his hands in his pant pockets, trying to find his keys.
"Shit," he exclaimed in a whisper. "I've left my keys in the office."
"Take mine," Cimarro said. "I'll take a taxi." He handed Nicolás the keys and told him where he parked. Nicolás quietly strode over to Cimarro's car and got in, just in time to see Sánchez pull out. Cimarro walked back to the elevator and pressed the button to take him to the ground floor. From there, he'd take a taxi to the Coroner's office at the main hospital.
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Ecuadorian Guerrilla Training Camp, Cuyabeno Wildlife Preserve
People's Republic of Ecuador


"Nothing but baseless scapegoating"

Those were the words he told the press about the recent bombing in Colombia, the President denying that he had any involvement with the attacks. Which, was almost entirely true. He didn't train FARC in planting bombs in the middle of cities, especially that of a prominent bank. But in the end it was quite enjoyable knowing. What he did train the communists to their northeast was the point of focalism, to wage a war with fast moving paramilitary groups to sow discontent with the sitting Government. Building popular support whilst weakening the enemy safely from the rural areas where the Government had less control. Leading to the eventual take over of the revolution. Of course, alone FARC would've failed completely or been decimated, but with the help of Che they could rise with skill of a veteran.

Which was why he was watching some of the training now. Of course the camp was thankfully rested safely within the nature reserve, hidden within the jungle and wildlife. Perfect for the terrain and expectations all the fighters will have to fight in against the Government that oppresses them so, even better that the National Assembly needs not know a thing. For everything that is bought at the camp came from the President's own income and donations from the locals. "Show me the maneuver again." Che told the camp leader, who nodded in return and blew a whistle ordering the trainees to repeat the practice. They emerged from the plants and ran back to the start. Slowly they began to move through the plants as quietly as possible, their camouflaged clothing adding to their ability to be unseen. But many do step on stray plants and other things on the ground causing loud noises to be echoed out, which forced Che to give a sigh.

"I bet even the National Assembly could hear these men from their beds." spoke the President with a slight saddened tone.

"They're only just beginning Comrade President, they will become experts in no time at all. They all believe in the cause they fight for and will die for their freedom from their forces! We just need some more time."

Che turned his head slightly, looking down at the ground. Deep in thought as the wind blew into his face sending his loved beret sailing off into the jungle, as if given a sudden sense of energy. "Yes, I do understand. We all need time, but not all of it is available. It is finite if we do not continue the training of these men, our revolution will not end yet. The world may be against us, but yet we stand firm in the face of it. Which gives me insight to further undermine the National Assembly, to extend the resources of our enemies. Have you ever heard of the Shining Path? They are a small group that formed long ago that's been put into hiding."

The revolutionary leader stood up from his chair, the base commander was heavily confused by the sudden change in Che's mood. Maybe it was some sort of crisis in the old revolutionary's life. "What about them?"

"We need to bring them here, to train them too. Think of the possibilities, expanding the fight to Peru as well. They will focus on the revolutionaries and we will simply try and hide our involvement! If they get too close we'll simply remove the camps entirely, move them elsewhere! A fight where we have a chance!" proclaimed Che, only causing the base commander further stress. But nothing he could do, nodding at what Che said and walking off to his trainees.

"Lets hope what you say is true Comrade Commandante."

National Assembly Building, Quito
People's Republic of Ecuador


"Alright, we must find ways to cut the costs of this. Does anyone else have any ideas?"

Like most plans the National Assembly came up with, money was still on their minds even with the majority communist Government. The latest plans showed promise of growth in all forms of businesses. Along with transportation from even more remote towns within Ecuador, but the problem was the extremely high expenses that had to be paid. But already, several have come forward to put forth their ideas.

"How about we take prisoners and have them work on the projects, we won't need to pay them and for their compliance we can either reduce their sentences or turn them free. It'll cut the need of workers and thus expenses needed for them and for expenses of housing them within their prisons. We can build communal shelters for them and provide them food, thus allowing them to be comfortable and work harder!"

Everyone muttered in agreement, the suggestion coming from those of the communist party ranks. It was an idea that even the rival integralists could agree on, but it would still take many workers to help support its construction. Along with materials and equipment, which while most of it could be provided by state owned companies it was still needed to be imported. Which would only cause further expenses, thus came forward Neira Menéndez. The new leader of the Ecuadorian Integral Party, the slogan of the party stitched upon the front of his suit, above the breast pocket. "Integridad Hacia la Prosperidad", Integrity Towards Prosperity. "I believe, that our needs of the nation must come first....Which.." He pauses to add dramatic effect, walking towards the center of the room, "I think we should call to the Brazilians, for they are always willing a nation of their own in need. After all, if we prosper they prosper too."

The room erupted in shouts and words of disgrace, mostly from vanguard communists that form their own faction within the internal divides. "You fool! The Brazilians would first make us their lap dogs before they even begin to care about our people!" shouted one of them

This, made Neira to smile, turning to them. "Yet, they allowed us to stay within their alliance no? They still hold businesses that bring us prosperity despite the rule Che brought before us, think of our growth that could come with their benefits. We all get more pay, we all get to travel easier, we all get to watch our nation grow." Neira extends his arms out, slowly turning to look at all the Assembly members, "Wouldn't any of you wish to buy a lovely Brazilian car, driving down the street smiling with your wife-" he mutters quietly something about husbands, not directed towards any of the female assembly members. Though it sounded forced, "While everyone on the sidewalk smiled and waved back? Would it not be paradise?"

One of the vanguards came forward, anger in her eyes, "Watch as the people are exploited! We won't allow such betrayal! Such shame to our successful revolution all because you failed the first time! You should've died off like your leader did when we won! Why do you think we are in charge!"

Neira simply smiled, coasting over to the girl and gently resting a hand on her face. She reels back in disgust and slaps his hand away, "You are in charge because you are monsters who pretend to be saviors. Surely, you'd allow it? After all...it's very expensive and hard to do anything about without the help of the outside world. After all, Brazil has one of the largest economies of not just South America, but of the world. They have no reason not to help us, who cares if they get a little more influence against us. If we grow closer, we may benefit more!"

The vanguard was going to speak up more, but one of the reformist Christian Communists came forward shoving the woman out of the way. She hissed out a curse whilst they were knocked over, "We believe what you say is true, but I do not believe that everyone would be happy with just the Brazilians. As you can see, some of my fellow members do not see eye to eye with your suggestion. But, I do believe we can come to a compromise! After all, why only have just Brazil divert funds into us?"

Neira raised an eyebrow, bringing his hand to his mouth to nod. He was smiling underneath, "Please, do go on by what you mean."

The other smiled, "We bring in support from the Soviet Union, they would love to try and expand their influence into our nation. We are communist, they are communist. It will satisfy those within our faction and anyone else who has fear of Brazilian control, whilst we also get support from Brazil which will make your faction happy. Two superpowers bringing us support, it will help all of us in the long run if we allow such a thing. We will even contact Brazilian companies to see if they wish to be contracted to support the projects as well, I'm sure such a compromise will be fine with you?"

Neira nodded thoughtfully, it was certainly an offer. Whilst he didn't really wish for Soviet influence, he was still an nationalist for his nation in the end. Support for it was a boon and with both powers to support Ecuador it would be worth it. Even then, he was still winning in the end. "I can see what you mean, quite fine. Such a compromise of course can only work if the powers outside of our control accept, I'm sure one of us would enjoy writing a letter to the embassies of these nations. They will be able to forward them and we will enjoy the time it will take for them to reply, hopefully with news of their support." With a smile Neira would then turn and go to leave the room, taking it upon himself to see the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Neira could think of the possible rise he could achieve if Che was finally toppled and the National Assembly changed, he could imagine the good he could do that the communists could not. Though, he knew the fight won't be easy and even considered civil war a possibility. "There is a reason why my Father didn't want the fighting to affect the country.....He at least knew how to care for the nation."

From: The Official Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the People's Republic of Ecuador
To: Embassy of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics


We wish to inform you of an extension of possible cooperation and growth between our nations, with the wishes of this message to be forwarded to the Official Branches of Government of our nation to take the necessary action towards making our offer a reality.

The People's Republic of Ecuador wishes to see possible cooperation between her and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics through investments in the large scale projects that the nation is currently undertaking to improve her infrastructure. With possible funding and technical support the economic prosperity that may come to the People's Republic can come to fruition. We also wish to extend possible friendships such as visa-free travel up to 90 days for your citizens, to further show our wish for cooperation. All of which will be approved by the National Assembly if you accept out offer, thus allowing our quick exchange be done and both sides to benefit. We will also extend the rights to naming of stations and of highways in your honor if you do choose to accept, which we hope to hear a reply soon.

From: Foreign Minister José Ayala


The Minister sent the paper he typed out to be printed, then turned back to it. Thinking to themselves they didn't wish to particularly write more than he needed to, staring at the screen of the Amiga 1000 in front of him. A lovely work computer that worked well for its job, then turned to the HP LaserJet printer that was printing the official message. It was the first one, they couldn't afford in the budget to simply buy him a better one like the LaserJet 2000. He nodded and decided to save himself time, taking the message he already typed and simply changing the words with that of Brazil. He was happy technology advanced as such.

From: The Official Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the People's Republic of Ecuador
To: Embassy of the Federal Republic of Brazil


We wish to inform you of an extension of possible cooperation and growth between our nations, with the wishes of this message to be forwarded to the Official Branches of Government of our nation to take the necessary action towards making our offer a reality.

The People's Republic of Ecuador wishes to see possible cooperation between her and the Federal Republic of Brazil through investments in the large scale projects that the nation is currently undertaking to improve her infrastructure. With possible funding and technical support the economic prosperity that may come to the People's Republic can come to fruition. We also wish to extend possible friendships such as visa-free travel up to 90 days for your citizens, to further show our wish for cooperation. All of which will be approved by the National Assembly if you accept out offer, thus allowing our quick exchange be done and both sides to benefit. We will also extend the rights to naming of stations and of highways in your honor if you do choose to accept, which we hope to hear a reply soon.

From: Foreign Minister José Ayala


He rolled back in the chair and sent it to print, taking the first message and folding it. Putting it in the envelope and stamping it shut, he smiled at the ease things were now and how he was fortunate to get the ministry with a working computer and one of decent power. "Now if only things were as easy to make here as it is out there, maybe our nation could get things done for once....Damn it...now I'm starting to sound like an integralist....am I?"

"Comrade Minister, are you done with the messages yet?"

"O-Of course honey! They're right here." The minister picked up the other paper and quickly folding it into the envelope, stamping it shut. The one problem with his new job, his wife was his secretary and she didn't let him relax for a minute. "I got them set there, give them to the courier and send him off." He walked over and handed them to his wife, who gave him a kiss on the cheek, "You need to relax more. Your office in five minutes, is that's alright~" he nodded and smiled, she whisked herself away to give the letters to the courier and the Minister quickly went back into his office, making sure the keys are ready to be used when she comes back.
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Official Declaration of the Republic of China


The recent deployment of active combatants within the People's Republic of Chosun by the Empire of Japan is not only a gross infringement of Korea’s sovereignty but also a blatant violation of the 1947 Tokyo Treaty. The actions taken by the Japanese military is in breach of Article 4 of the Treaty which prohibits Japan from directly interfering in Korea’s domestic affairs. As a signatory of the Tokyo Treaty and a guarantor of Korean independence, the Republic of China demands that Japan remove its soldiers from sovereign Korean territory.

The Empire of Japan must withdraw all troops from the People’s Republic of Chosun within 48 hours following this declaration or else face the full repercussions of its actions. This is a none negotiable ultimatum and if Japan refuses to abide by terms of the Tokyo Treaty, then the Treaty will be considered null and void by all signatories. We in the Republic of China hopes to resolve the current situation through peaceful means but will not stand idle in the face of such naked and unjust imperialistic aggression.

- Minister Jin of the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs
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The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics


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44 Miyamonori Road - Ocha - Karafuto Prefecture - Empire of Japan

Vladimir Putin unlocked the door and entered the fenced in industrial park making his way toward a large bisected storage hall, standing as if he were just a local seeing to his property, hiding in plain sight. He unlocked the entrance and stepped through, leaving the cold night air outside, not that the inside of the poorly heated building was much better. Inside there was just a poster with a calendar and two heavy steel entrance doors standing out from the gray concrete walls bathed in sterile white light emitted from the rooftop fixtures. The storage hall was used by local businesses to hold equipment, vehicles and whatever else they needed the space for. Of course, this building was owned by a front organization of the KGB and not an actual movers company. Putin's steps sent echoes resounding throughout the empty room as he approached one of the gray-painted metal doors which he then knocked on in a seemingly strange pattern. Nothing else gave off any sound for a while, nothing moved, nothing rasped, nothing as much as breathed but Putin knew he was not alone here. Second went by in complete silence, the person inside was obviously waiting to make sure it was not just an unbidden guest accidentally ending up at the wrong door.

"Cat." A voice finally rasped out from behind the white metal door.

"Dog." Putin leaned in and whispered. Soon after that he heard the bolt of the door lock retract and the door slowly opened. Putin soon found himself facing a relatively short, sinewy man with watery blue eyes, an ugly scar on his forehead, a shade of a beard equal to the shade of the hair of the man's head, closely shaved to the scalp. He could see the man holding on to a heavy blackjack, enough to knock a man unconscious with a single well-placed strike but as the man indeed confirmed who stood at the door, the blackjack soon disappeared under his jacket.

"Good to see you Orlov, come in." The man said, stepping out of the way and letting Putin inside.

"Likewise Fedorov, I suppose the delivery has gone well?" Putin said, just like 'Fedorov' did not know Putin's actual name, Putin did not know 'Fedorov's'. KGB agents in the field only used eachother's cover names and code names when communicating. 'Fedorov', also known as CODENAME: USUAL SUSPECTS had been undercover on Sakhalin for four years, running a movers company in Okha under his cover name.

"Oh it all went perfectly Comrade Commander, I assure you." Suspects said with a grin as they walked through the room, full of crates, vans with the fake company's logo, the odd table surrounded by chairs and other miscellaneous objects. What was important now however was the large metal container standing near the wall on the far side of the room. Suspects unlocked and opened the doors of the container and then shone a powerful flashlight inside. In the container was a number of crates and a car, well, a van to be more specific, of the same type and in the colors and liveries as those of the Japanese Prison Authority.

Putin was very pleased, the operation was beginning to look manageable. He and several other operatives under his command had been planning the clandestine liberation of local radicals imprisoned in Toyohara, or Yuzhno Sakhalinsk as the region's capital was known in Russian. There were seven high-value targets that needed to be freed from the Toyohara Prison, reaching from extremist left-wing agitators to Russian separatists, local leaders with significant influence in their respective radical communities. They would be integral in the Soviet plans, getting these persons over to the Soviet side and helping them re-establish contact with their radical network would allow the KGB to further ingrain itself in these local structures, radicalize them further, arm them, expand them, train them and turn them into irregular forces which could support a Soviet attack on the island by carrying out sabotage operations, ambushes and lightning strikes, sowing confusion in the ranks of the Japanese defenders. Now, the local KGB had just gotten the equipment needed to go forward with the operation, they had the van, uniforms, falsified orders and documents.

Soon, they would make their move.




Diplomatic messages of the Soviet Ministry of Foreign Affairs

To: Foreign Ministry of the People's Republic of Ecuador
From: Foreign Ministry of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Subject: Deeper ties between our two Nations.
Encryption: Low


Greetings of Peace and of Joy to our Comrades in Ecuador.

We are glad to hear that the Ecuadorian government is willing to reach out to the Soviet Union and we are much pleased by this gesture of trust and friendliness from President Che Guevara and his government. News of the Ecuadorian infrastructural plan has not in any way omitted Moscow and the Soviet government has followed the developments in Ecuador with a watchful eye. This outreach by the People's Republic of Ecuador is a perfect opportunity for us to strengthen our bonds and further the progress of our two great Socialist societies. In light of the developments in Ecuador the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics would like the People's Republic of Ecuador to consider the following agreement.

1: Up to 90 days of visa-free travel in Ecuador shall be made available to Soviet Citizens.
2: The Soviet Union shall fully fund the construction of the second terminal of the Quito International Airport.
3: The Soviet Union shall fully fund the construction of the second terminal of the Guayaquil International Airport
4: The Soviet Union shall extend a 150 000 000 dollar loan to the People's Republic of Ecuador to invest in infrastructure, the loan is to be repaid over the course of 20 years with a possible extension to 25 years.
5: A Special Economic Zone shall be made available in Guayaquil for investment by Soviet SOE's and private enterprises.
6: A university student exchange program shall be set up to our two nations to further the spirit of friendship and cooperation between future Soviet and Ecuadorian generations.
7: A joint council shall be set up by Soviet and Ecuadorian artists and officials to decorate the new airport terminals and railway stations with beautiful, inspiring artwork.
8: A joint council shall be set up by Soviet and Ecuadorian officials to handle the naming of co-funded elements of the Ecuadorian infrastructural expansion program.

We hope that the cooperation between our two nations in this noble endevour shall bring us closer together.

Kipryjan Ulicionak,
Deputy Minister for Foreign Relations.


To: Foreign Ministry of Serbia
From: Foreign Ministry of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Subject: Improving bilateral relations and economic ties.
Encryption: Low


Greetings of Peace to the people of Serbia and to it's lawful government.

The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics would like to make the following deal, rooted in mutual respect for each-other's sovereignty and recognition of the mutual benefits of extended trade between our states. It would open new markets to both our economies and further bring new opportunities for the economies of the Internationale and Comecon, increasing economic growth on the Balkans and regional integration. In order to pursue these lofty goals the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics would like the Serbian government to consider the following deal which includes the measures below.

1: There shall be a general reduction of tariffs to no more than 10% between our states, this may be raised to 20% on goods deemed critical in further negotiations.
2: Neither nation shall close the other's citizens and companies off from participating in private investments in the other nation except when considered detrimental to national security.
3: The Soviet Union shall make such arrangements through it's oil and gas extraction firms to provide Serbia with oil, gas, petroleum and energy resources at fair price.
4: Serbia shall issue Government Warrant to permit Soviet SOE's and private enterprises to invest and purchase undeveloped land, mining spots and other areas of interest in Serbia.

Kipryjan Ulicionak,
Deputy Minister for Foreign Relations.


To: Foreign Ministry of Croatia
From: Foreign Ministry of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Subject: Improving bilateral relations and economic ties.
Encryption: Low


Greetings of Peace to the people of Croatia and to it's lawful government.

The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics would like to make the following deal, rooted in mutual respect for each-other's sovereignty and recognition of the mutual benefits of extended trade between our states. It would open new markets to both our economies and further bring new opportunities for the economies of the Internationale and Comecon, increasing economic growth on the Balkans and regional integration. In order to pursue these lofty goals the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics would like the Croatian government to consider the following deal which includes the measures below.

1: There shall be a general reduction of tariffs to no more than 10% between our states, this may be raised to 20% on goods deemed critical in further negotiations.
2: Neither nation shall close the other's citizens and companies off from participating in private investments in the other nation except when considered detrimental to national security.
3: The Soviet Union shall make such arrangements through it's oil and gas extraction firms to provide Croatia with oil, gas, petroleum and energy resources at fair price.
4: Croatia shall issue Government Warrant to permit Soviet SOE's and private enterprises to invest and purchase undeveloped land, mining spots and other areas of interest in Croatia.

Kipryjan Ulicionak,
Deputy Minister for Foreign Relations.

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State House of Rhodesia, Salisbury, Rhodesia - 4:27 PM, January 2, 1990
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The State House of Rhodesia, the residence of the Prime Minister and daytime workplace of him and the Deputy PM, along as the premier garrison of the Rhodesian Elite Guardsmen. It sat in a pocket of greenery in the outskirts of Salisbury, probably only a seven-minute drive from the National Hall and Salisbury (City) Capitol. On one of the porticos that wrapped around the near-mile long perimeter of the neoclassical, palatial building - sat on and aside some weaved tables and foreign-made Ottomans - was Zayden Bezuidenhout, the ambitious and tense twelfth Prime Minister of Rhodesia. He wore a pith helmet that was angled so it covered part of his eyes, and he held a condensation-lathered Collins glass that was filled with a large ice cube and iced tea.

He was quietly enjoying the peaceful trill of nature’s fauna from off in the distance, scurrying about in the savannah that surrounded the House’s grounds - beyond the compact, artificial grasslands. He liked this sound, but the sight didn’t share the same affect, as it conjured the thought that just a decade earlier, when Ian Smith wrapped up his premiership, the grasslands around him extended not to just the House’s grounds, but to most of Salisbury. The savannah was a result of the stagnation of Rhodesia’s flora that no botanist or other scientist from any of Rhodesia’s universities could pinpoint the cause of. Although he just sipped from his Collins and tried to focus on better things, like if the rumors were true a new oilfield might have been discovered in the Darwin District of Rhodesia, which would provide hundreds of thousands of pounds to the economy.

The natural ambiance was broken by sudden, approaching footfalls from Zayden’s right side. Zayden took his hand and lifted his pith hat a bit and looked over to the source of the footfalls with his right eye. Although everything from the torso up was not visible, the indistinguishable beige jeans and Oxford shoes let Zayden know that this was Frederick Valeries, his Private Secretary. Zayden sat up a little bit in his chair and raised his pith hat fully and turned to face Frederick, who already had his hand, which was gripping a Manila folder, stretched out already.

“Hello, Frederick,” Zayden replied, grabbing the folder from Frederick once he was about four feet from him, “what is this?”

“It’s the finalized draft for your speech in front of Parliament tomorrow. The Public Affairs Office just telegrammed it over a few minutes ago.” Frederick informed Zayden.

“Does it keep the part where I say we’re going to start making Rhodesians say, ‘this was faxed, not telegrammed’?” Zayden asked jokingly, peering through the five-page content of the folder.

“Maybe...I didn’t peak at it, sir.” Frederick replied.

“You didn’t? How uncharacteristic.” Zayden chuckled, gently nodding at the speech approvingly and putting it aside. However, as he did so he accidentally bumped into his iced tea glass, causing it to knock over and shatter all over the floor.

“Oh no!” Frederick gasped.

“Fuck...” Zayden groaned, “Ma-Masamba! Anela!”

He shouted over to the bifold French doors that were the primary entryway to this portico. He was summoning the two Shona servants which tended to this part of the State House, servants that had worked here since the early-80s. They did not appear within a satisfactory amount of time, leaving Zayden and the spilled drink sitting for ten seconds. Zayden grumbled and then took in a large breath.

“MASAMBA AND ANELA! GET OVER HERE NOW!” He bellowed, his volume causing Frederick to making the moves to cover his ears. Not long after this roar, the embarrassed faces of Masamba and Anela appeared in the panels of the doors, and walked outside with dustpans, paper, and brushes. Zayden sighed and turned to Frederick to complain. “These lazy Kaffirs, I saw them just sitting down in that room, listening to the radio. We pay them three pounds an hour so they can try and revert to their porchmonkey ways.”

Frederick was a moderate, moderate (by Rhodesian standards) so Zayden’s complaints somewhat picked at him, but he was understanding of the man’s complaints. He took a step back from the Prime Minister and spoke.

“Well, sir, that’s all I have to deliver to you now. I‘ll see you later, sir.” Frederick said, bowing respectively and backing himself through the French doors and off of the portico.

Zayden acknowledged his departure with a simple raise of his hand, and seeing that his drink and the natural tranquility was spoiled, he got up and walked away from this spot on the portico. He took the speech with him, and walked up to his private bedchambers with it in order to read and enjoy it privately.





Outskirts of Rusape, Rhodesia - 7:13 PM, January 2, 1990
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Rusape, a large enough town almost a hundred kilometers southeast of Salisbury, would seem to a foreigner not much than just that, a basic town far outside of the capital. However, upon closer inspection it would be easy to see it still contributed its far share to Rhodesian society. Within the denser, centermost neighborhood of the town - Vengere - lied three important sites: the Northern Manicaland Rhodesian Front Regional Office, the Rhodesian National Bank Rusape, and a Gendarmerie Garrison. Outside of Rusape, just several hundred meters from the outlying village of Tsanzuguru, the wilderness of the Savannah was able to slightly overcome the soft rumbling of two Chinese Type 63 APCs and the footfalls of twenty-some Shona guerrillas. They were, for Shona, trained well enough (likely due to deserted commandos within their ranks and Chinese tactical support) and had a complex plan laid out. As they were inching their ways into the city, a small four-man group of guerrillas were attempting to rob the Rusape Bank, collecting several thousand Pounds worth of money before high-tailing out of the Bank, making sure they had a ten-car parade of police behind them before picking up speed.

With the police distracted with a four-alarm crime, the guerrillas and their APCs rolled into town, running over cars and frightening the town’s nightwalkers. Only four police cars were able to respond to the situation, and they were pinned down by the heavy, rapid fire of the APCs’ mounted turrets. The Shona guerrillas broke off into two units, one which proceeded to storm the Gendarmerie Garrison with an APC, and another which shot up and tore up the Rhodesian Front office with their own APC. It took several minutes to do so, but the Garrison was able to be breached, and twelve Shona guerrillas shot their way deeper into it, and - after being cut down to seven - stormed its armory, and with upgraded arms were able to make it back out much smoother, and only taking an injury instead of a death. Outside, the police and small Gendarmerie reinforcements were overwhelmed, and focused on containing the trail of destruction caused by the guerrillas by blocking off the main roads leading into the blocks they had affected.

After news of the diversion reached the units chasing after the robbers, the remainder of the town’s police turned around and rushed back towards Rusape as quick as they could. However, no matter how fast the engine of their cars could drive, they wouldn’t be able to make it back on time. The guerrillas got what they needed and dealt enough damage, so the remaining guerrillas filed into their APCs and rolled out of the town, shooting up the road they drove down as they left. One hour, sixty-nine casualties, two million Pounds in damage. The attack would quickly become a defining moment in the eight-year-old Shona insurgency; and a turning point in Rhodesian racial views.





Arvenia wrote:
To: Rhodesia
From: Italy
Subject: Arms Trade
Encryption: Enigma

Dear President Zayden Bezuidenhout, I got a great opportunity for your dear military. My country likes to offer you assault rifles, pistols, MGs, explosives, aircrafts and tanks for up to millions, if not less if you want to avoid poverty because of such price. I like to set up diplomatic relations between our countries and I also like if your country were to aid me in keeping up my country's sphere of influence in both North Africa and East Africa. That would be appreciated well and benefit our respective countries. Deal?

Cordiali Saluti, PM Ezio Guitore


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Office of the Prime Minister of Rhodesia
Based in the State House, Salisbury
Rhodesia


To: Office of the Prime Minister of Italy
From: Executive Secretary of the Prime Minister, Eugene Crawford
Encryption: High
Subject: Arms Trade

Good day,

The Prime Minister would like to extend his gratitude to you for presenting us with this offer. A quick deliberation with the Ministry of Defence has shown that, for this fiscal year, Rhodesia has £38,224,412 in excess of finances allotted to the purchasing of military equipment. We are primarily looking for aircraft and tanks and other heavy arms for use in our army. If you have any aircraft or tanks that you are willing to sell that can be bought in numbers larger than 20 using at least half of that previously mentioned number, please include them in your next correspondence and we will conclude this with a final registrar of purchases.

We await your response, and we hope that this cooperation between our two countries might be the start of something.

Sincerely,
Eugene Crawford
Executive Secretary of the Prime Minister of Rhodesia, Office of the Executive Secretariat
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The Palace of Soviets - Moscow - Russian SFSR

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Eldar Khalilov held on to the envelope tightly as he stepped out of the elevator and into the hallways of the Palace of Soviets that towered above the Soviet Capital. After he was relived of his position as Ambassador to the Kingdom of Afghanistan and sidelined from most official business he has had much more time on his hands. Khalilov was a man of action however, he was not spending his time enjoying a well-paid retirement in Jalta, Sochi, Batumi or even in his hometown of Tabriz, capital of the Azeri SSR. He had spent his time writing several books about his experiences as a Soviet diplomat in the Kurdistan, Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan. For the longest time he enjoyed this new life, to Eldar, writing was an exercise in producing order, order within oneself and one's mind. It was almost a meditative experience that a man could enjoy during his autumn years. But for the last year he had been at work with a different kind of writing. He had been analyzing the deteriorating relations with the Afghan state ever since the power-shift in the Palace, the old Izotov Era post-Chinese Border Crisis foreign policy strategy of seeking accommodation, upholding cordial ties, extending trade and never showing signs of instigating instability had been rescinded in Afghanistan, where he had established close relations for many years before his dismissal.

Now, the Soviet Union had come down on the small nation, hoping to scare it into submission the KGB's operation "Focus Lens" which was supposed to radicalize and arm local communist organizations in order to set up a fruitful environment for toppling the constitutional monarchy and replacing it with a marxist-communist one-party state had resulted in utter failure. Afghanistan had steadily been distancing itself from the USSR and recently, a new development in the small mountainous nation had sent powerful ripples through Moscow, the prospect of UAS forces basing in a nation just on the Soviet Border had been averted by only the slimmest of margins but the threat of an unruly Afghanistan inviting geopolitical rivals to the very doorstep of the Soviet Union remained. As Khalilov's footsteps rang ever closer to his destination he passed ever increasing numbers of government officials, secretaries and local Palace of Soviets staff, some only hurrying past while some offered a quick greeting.

Khalilov could understand why the Premier changed the policy regarding Afghanistan, Raskalov had not been Premier Izotov's preferred heir so he had to cement his position from next to nothing and build up a loyal cadre and inner circle. This had now been mostly achieved by winning over Izotovists like Khalilov with the continuation of economic reforms while... well, suffice to say that the hardliners needed something in order to agree to let the economic policies of the Izotov Era to proceed and so the Raskalov regime became more belligerent and assertive in it's foreign policy, just as the Hardliners preferred it. But in this, a most unwelcome rock-slide had fallen down upon the Soviet path toward the warm sea. The dream of reaching south and acquiring a port on the Persian Gulf of Bay of Oman to more easily reach new markets and project power throughout Arabia, East Africa and South/East Asia dated back to the decadent Imperial Era of Russian history before the Revolution. But it seemed even Tzars and monarch were capable of good ideas every now and then, which is why the Soviet Union had continued the old Tzarist race to the sea.

The former ambassador rounded yet another corner and once again felt gratitude to the Foreign Minister for assuring him a personal audience with the Premier where he would be able to, at least hopefully convince one of the most powerful men on Earth to follow his advice. At least now, with the recent unpleasantness in East Asia the eyes of the Hardliner Hawks were feasting on the possibility of Soviet intervention in the brewing Sino-Japanese conflict which seemed ever more certain, well, it would be difficult to note the change in the Afghanistan policy before it was already too late. With the hopeful return of a previously close ally into the fold, the Soviet Union could exert more influence on Iran, the last domino that needed to fall before the USSR could reach from Central Asia to the warm seas of the south. If the plan made a good enough impression, maybe he'll have his post as ambassador back, Khalilov thought with a sly smile as he was searched by the two KGB agents standing guard at the doors to the Premier's office.

The doors swung open and there he sat, leaned back in his chair behind the desk, orderly stacks of papers, a laptop, glass of... something? Whiskey probably. "Do sit down, Comrade Khalilov, I hope your flight from Tabriz wasn't too taxing." Raskalov said with a sweeping gesture toward the chair on the other side of the desk, his calm half-smile never quite leaving his face as he apprised Khalilov.

"Yes, thank you Comrade Premier." Khalilov said with a confident smile as he sat down. "And thank you for making time to see me personally, I truly appreciate it and I will make sure you don't regret it."

"Yes, Foreign Minister Korotayev said that you've been very diligent lately, and that you have something very important to say so go ahead, speak your piece." Raskalov said, leaning back in his chair and raising the glass of whiskey to his lips.

Very well, Khalilov thought as he opened his envelope. Here goes nothing.




Diplomatic messages of the Soviet Ministry of Foreign Affairs

To: Foreign Ministry of the Kingdom of Afghanistan
From: Foreign Ministry of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Subject: Invitation to a diplomatic summit in Tabriz.
Encryption: High


Greetings of Peace to the people of Afghanistan and Her Majesty the Queen.

In light of recent, worrying developments in the Kingdom of Afghanistan and a regrettable deterioration in the relations between nations once drinking from the sweet nectar of a close diplomatic, economic and security bond that was a model for the whole region. The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics wishes to invite an official delegation from the Kingdom of Afghanistan to the city of Tabriz in the Azeri SSR where Soviet and Afghan representatives can speak in depth of the issues and challenges facing our nations and agree on a new framework of cooperation between our two nations which would foster in economic opportunity and an increase in regional security benefiting both Kabul and Moscow.

Kipryjan Ulicionak,
Deputy Minister for Foreign Relations.

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