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Oscalantine
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Postby Oscalantine » Sat May 02, 2020 7:26 am

Somewhere in East China Sea, international waters
First National Interest Safeguard Fleet (제1국익수호함대),
January 1906.


Admiral Lee Junhae (제1국익수호함대 제독 이준해) gritted his teeth as he could hear the faint thud of salvo off the Kume Island. Ryukyu Islands was becoming more unsettling as of late, with thunderous drills going off likes of which it hasn’t been seen in some time. The Imperial Throne would have normally dismissed the situation as just another combat drill for the Japanese military to go into another conquest in the Pacific Islands, which was beyond the interest of the Koreans. However, things were quite different. The supplies of steel and other goods from Taiping to Japan wasn’t something that was easily masked. After all, while the National Interest Safeguard Fleets didn’t interfere with trade of any sort, they did still relay back the intelligence in their travels. It wasn’t long before the Ministry of War string together enough intel to conclude that Japan was doing something more than just drilling for a quick invasion into the Pacific Islands. The scale was far, far too large to be for the subjugation of few natives.

As a result, the Grand Admiralty Bases of Busan and Incheon (인천대수영, 부산대수영) has been on full alert. These two Grand Admiralty Bases housed the largest of Korea’s military shipyards, and it was the only two shipyards authorized to construct the Gabuks. While the fleets still maintained their silent scouting alongside their usual patrols, sliding ever so slightly closer to the Japanese waters without being too noticeable, the drydock of Incheon and Busan was extremely busy at work in putting finishing touches on the two Gabuks. Already the Turtle Ships and Bangpae Turtle Ships which were to serve as the escort to the to-be-comissioned Sixth and Seventh National Interest Safeguard Fleet was in position in their respective Grand Admiralty Bases, with their fleet officers already named. It was few months too early, but the Ministry of War believed that the bolstered naval presence would help liberate the National Interest Safeguard Fleets to any action rather than trying to defend the mainland. And if push comes to shove, these officers and fleets can operate without their respective Gabuks with the positioned Turtle Ships in the National Asset Guarantee Fleets (국영자산보장함대) around the mainland to create a Punitive Fleet (토벌함대) on their own accord.

Typical. So typical of the Ministry. Lee sighed to himself. The Ministry of War, ever since the defeat of “bush wars.” To Lee, a relatively new line of admirals that filled the ranks after the veterans finished their services showered with medals and victories, it was a grand victory of the Koreans brought forth by the navy which was ruined by the atrocious tactics in the ground. Silently, the senior members of State Council and the Ministry of War which oversaw this conflict was “retired,” while slowly being replaced by younger, but less confirmed bureaucrats. Naturally, such a defeat a decade ago would bolster much-needed caution in these two division of Korean government.

Too cautious. Lee thought, gritting his teeth as his fleet maneuvered just shy of seeing the drill by the Japanese navy with naked eyes. The course wasn’t exactly close enough to warrant a confrontation, but probably was enough where the two sides would eye each other with suspicion. After all, Koreans primed their cannons whenever they skidded past the Japanese waters all the time, so it probably wasn’t anything out of ordinary for any of them. However, Lee has been making a habit of having his troops act just a little extra busy, if only to make the other side panic a bit. Two extra people on watch where one would have sufficed… one more seamen with a rifle… cannons being primed just a second earlier than usual… a little bit more torpedoes around the tubes… little things like that. Lee sincerely wanted whoever was on that island drilling away that Koreans knew whatever they were doing. And oh, they were watching carefully.



Railway crossing Siberia, Republic of Russia,
Diplomatic rail cart,
January 1906.


Dressed in simple, black “improved” attires that normally befit merchants of Chuk-Jae-Do ([REFERENCE]), the Third Seat of Ministry of Rites Kim Hyukjun (예조3등석 김혁준) happily sat eating dried fruits in one of the luxurious suit carts designated for diplomats. His seat, a sofa which he claimed to himself, sat to the side next to the small band of Korean string instruments, which took turns plucking their Gayageum, Geomungo, and Konghu (traditional Korean string instruments) and discussing amongst themselves on next musical number to puck. The cart was complete with a small bar and a kitchen, where the dried fruits that Kim now happily ate originated, where two cooks stood by waiting on Kim’s orders. Other bureaucrats of lesser stature and far younger than Kim were scattered about the cart, discussing the matters of business which were necessary or screaming at the telegraph prompter over hushed tones to relay message back to the mainland.

The train was a delegation designated to stop at Moscow, where Kim was supposed to have an audience with the officials of Russian Republic (fyi, Koreans would still call “Russia” “노서아,” or “No-su-ah” since this was the pronunciation that was used by Koreans during Joseon Dynasty as a result of translating the title to Chinese Characters first before enunciating them). It was the will of the State Council to have an open channel with the Russians, which was something that was almost unspeakable in the past. For the Ministry of Rites never sent contacts directly to “barbaric West” with exception of the Glorious Roman Empire in the Constantinople. And even the connection with the Romans first started with the Viceroy. However, the situation was becoming more difficult as of late. State Council was becoming ever more worried about the large transport of steel and other potentially-military-grade materials from Taiping to Japan. However, the Imperial Throne did not see it fit to simply prod the Japanese Empire about it, as it was something that would be see as “petty” between two empires. Thus, the State Council decided on an unorthodox approach: to strength Korean diplomatic ties in a way to deter any possible confrontations.

The Imperial Throne did not mind this decision. It was the will of His Most Serene Imperial Majesty that the Korea would once again learn from this mistake as it has done in 1850s: to look outward beyond the Orient. It was the conclusion of His Most Serene Imperial Majesty that the previous administration’s decisions to maintain only the most tenuous ties with the West was a mistake: a poor advisement of the State Council brought this upon hist most venerable father. As a result, he has sent away majority of the State Council after the defeat of Sino-Korean Bush Wars, replacing the administration with younger, more western-oriented subjects that has learned much from studying in the universities of Chuk-Jae-Do.

To Kim who has always attempted to hammer the point to the Stat Council that friendship with the Russians were of utmost importance, even as far as to try to indirectly assert that Russian were not “West” but “Oriental” nation like Taiping and Japan, this turn of events were even better. This was the reason why, despite it being such a crucial event, he insisted that he would be sent to Moscow rather than the Second Seat. To be frank, it was his project. He was the man most capable. And he would get it done. No one else.

Kim swelled up in pride as he took a bite out of dried tropical fruit once more. He is making history as the first diplomat from the Ministry of Rites to create a direct treaty between the Most Serene Imperial States and the West.



Somewhere in the Indian Ocean, international waters,
First Grand Escort Fleet of the Viceroyalty (제1총독대호위함대),
January 1906.


In the past, the Ming Dynasty showed their force of strength through the launching of Treasure Voyages. The strength of such vessels was unmatched at the times, and the rest of the orient bowed to their strength and the indirect threat that it represented. Nowadays, the Most Serene Imperial States patrolled the waters with the National Interest Safeguard Fleets: Impressive pre-dreadnaughts escorted by fleet of lesser vessels sailing unimpeded across the international waters. Such was the show of force and influence that Koreans loved to show. This was the new order of trade: everyone follow Korean ways of free trade in the Orient, or face certain justice.

However, on occasion, there was more. An impressive show of force consisting of twenty-five Turtle Ships, ten Bang-pae Turtle Ships, and a custom-made “Gabuk” which was made more as a luxury line rather than a fully-fledged battleship. Ironically named “Jak-eun Sae” (작은새) or “Little Bird,” it and its sister ship “Jak-eun Jui” (작은쥐) or “Little Mouse” created two of the Viceroyalty’s private naval “maritime escort fleet” which all the Caebols chipped in on to create. Such was the escort fleet that the Viceroy was on, along with spices, porcelains, jewels, and other exotic goods, animals, and talents to show to the Emperor which reigned from the Queen of Cities.

While normally diplomats and gifts were usually exchanged between the two empires on the regular basis along with friendly letters between the two emperors, the occasion was altogether different. The fuss came about almost exclusively as a result of the late Viceroy, the current Gaju of the Kwon Family. Kwon Dong-nyuc, now a wizened age of seventy-eight, cheated death on more than one occasion. And with the fever in the previous summer costing him most of his hearing, he knew that it was time to seek his final confession. Dong-nyuc was among the rare portion of the populous in Korea that still believed in the old Orthodox Christianity. Many have converted under his guidance as a Viceroy, as he oversaw the reformation of Cheondoism, he was always a Christian at heart. While many considered his greatest achievement to be instilling Caebolism into the minds of younger generation merchants, he considered it his greatest achievement in saving Koreans from certain doom by establishing Cheondism as a sect of Orthodox Church… although a bit of a heretical one to be certain.

Accompanying him was his son, Kwon Najae, the current Viceroy of Chuk-Jae-Do. Now a grown man well into his forties with his own children growing up to be a shrewd businessmen and women of their own right, saw his slightly senile father with a thoughtful stare. One, final time, he said, that he would set sail. One, final time that he will lead the diplomacy between the Viceroyalty and Rama (라마, or “Rama” was an old, oriental Korean enunciation of the word “Roma.” It has since stuck, and Koreans regard Eastern Roman Empire as “Rama” rather than “Rome,” while refer to the Western Roman Empire as simply “Rome” or “Western Rome”). He will do one final service to the Empire before passing on, joining his beloved who has long since been buried in the Islands of Chuk-Jae.

With that said, Najae was somewhat worried to see how energetic he was. Shouting at the diplomats and waving his walking stick around, his father was busy arranging the order books and disciplining the diplomats into proper etiquettes… even if his way of doing things were a bit too “formal.” Still, it was a rare opportunity. Dong-nyuc was among the extremely few in the world who could meet with the Emperor of Rama. His way of doing things were old, but “proper,” and it was important for the younger diplomats to learn such things. Najae has already instructed the diplomats to write down everything that his senile father was shouting. If they missed anything, such knowledge would be lost to the Koreans forever. He needed to carry on this torch until his own death, so that the relationship between the Most Serene Imperial States and the Eastern Roman Empire would be indeed continue for all of eternity.



Off the coast of Western Mi-continent,
Fourth National Interest Safeguard Fleet (제4국익수호함대),
January 1906.


It was rare for the First Seat of the Ministry of Rites to be so far away from home, that he could hardly remember when was the last time that he was on board a diplomatic trip. It was to be expected, of course. The First Seat of the Ministry of Rites was the highest-ranking officer of the Ministry save for the Head of the Ministry himself, and represented the highest honor that the Most Serene Imperial States could give. Event of the First Seat’s diplomatic meeting counted among the most historical of the Most Serene Imperial States’ diplomacies… and this time, it would be no different.

The message was already sent. And the telegraphs of their arrival were on its way. They will know where they would land shortly:

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OFFICIAL DOCUMENT FROM MINISTRY OF RITES


To the Parliament of the Grand Republic of Busang and Chancellor of this Grand Republic,

Please advise, the envoy from the Most Serene Imperial States, First Seat Goh Jun-bum of the Ministry of Rites and his entourage will arrive in Mi-continent during the months of January along with the regular patrols of the Fourth National Interest Safeguard Fleet during its visit to Sinhan.

For this visit, please prepare a harbor large enough for the Minister’s vessels, as His Most Serene Imperial Majesty has seen fit to aware his most loyal subjects in the Mi Continent with gifts and rewards befitting their greatness. The harbor must be prepared to receive fourteen large vessels and a storage space great enough to contain such a cargo placed within. The contents of these vessels, unfortunately, cannot be relayed with this missive. The most loyal servants of the Imperial Throne must discover its holdings personally.

Signed,
Head of the Ministry of Rites,
Lee Jung.


ARRIVED IN MI FOURTH FLEET
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FOURTH WILL DOCK AT REGULAR PORT
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TEN TURTLE SHIPS TWO BANGPAE TURTLE SHIPS AND TWO CARGO SHIPS NEED DOCKING SPACE
-stop-
CARGO CONTAINS CANNONS HWACHA GUNPOWDERS AND FIVE HUNDRED SCHOLAR ENGINEERS
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FIRST SEAT MINISTER ON BOARD GABUK
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NEED ESCORT TO PARLIAMENT TO DELIVER IMPORTANT MESSAGE FROM EMPEROR
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Off the coast of Maluku Islands, Molucca Sea,
Second Escort Fleet of Viceroyoalty (제2총독대호위함대),
January 1906


Ever since its liberation from the Portuguese in the 1600s, the kingdoms of Gowa, Makassar, Baggai, and Luwu maintained a tenuous peace in the Island chain of Sulawesi tending to the trade of nutmeg, mace, and cloves under the protection of the Korean trade fleets. It was this factor, alongside situations in the Malay Peninsula and Sumatra completely being taken over by the Koreans, that led to dismantling of power structure in Southeast Asia. So much of the political power was disrupted that, over the course of centuries, Java became part of the British sovereign. It was a position that was somewhat accepted by the Koreans, as Korea saw some semblance of Asian power in the British-controlled Javanese government to be acceptable enough. If the situation in the homefront was more friendly, things would not have been left unsaid, but Koreans realized a costly war with the Europeans right now just to sate its legitimacy was not in the cards.

For Koreans have come to realize that its dominance in the region was being challenged. Since the defeat at the hands of the Taiping, the Bush wars has shown to the world and especially the Orient that Koreans bleed red just as other do, and their gunpowder was not almighty. Whether this was the cause of not, the flurry of activities by the Japanese has started frantic days in the Ministry of War. While previous Ministry would not have cared much for the Japanese conquest of the Pacific Islands, the current administration was different. Too cautious and too panicky over the previous defeat, the current Ministers in the Ministry of War believed a possibility that, a second Imjin War may occur. The possibility existed, even if it was very slim. So panicked they were by this prospect that they even saw the sinking of UGV (Utmost Glorious Vessel, a denomination of the merchant ships) Angenent being sunk off the coast of Gulf of Aden as a Taiping attack. While the diplomatic talks eventually cleared the Taiping’s involvement and conclusion was made that it was a stray gunpowder from the ship that caused such a damage, the Ministry of War was still vigilant upon a possibility that no one could be trusted.

While such panicked and twitchy Ministry was an eyesore to the Korean military and navy, the merchant guilds of Chuk-Jae-Do took advantage of this situation. Using their influence in the State Council, the Koh Family (owner of proud JS Group) have petitioned and succeeded in gaining the Imperial Approval over the annexation of Maluku Islands. The JS Group, long denied of justification of holding a territory to call their own, was eagerly heading this project, gathering vast wealth to rent mercenaries and petitioning the usage of the Second Escort Fleet for their use of troop transport. To be sure, however, there won’t be a battle to speak of. For the Republic of Gapi, the Maluku Island’s only sovereign, was long under the payroll of the JS Group.

Although the Imperial Throne prohibited political takeover of these islands in favor of improving their legitimacy, it wasn’t as if JS Group did not have finger in the region. Its spices were too valuable to simply rely on the fickle whims of a monarch of the century. Instead, the JS Group funded radical Cheondoist zealots who have become recent converts to the religion. Funded by Korean weapons and supplies, the monarchy in Gapi stood little chance, as they did not have proper modern weapons to properly mount a defense, especially when the JS Group brought few naval vessels to “protect corporate interests.” The Republic of Gapi was established soon after, promising that the government will partake in democratic elections for the sake of equality among all the people in the Maluku Islands. This, however, was a complete nonsense: the people in the region was altogether foreign to the idea of “democracy,” after all, and without a proper way to communicate between island to island without being intercepted by those in power, the election became a sham designed to constantly elect those that the Cheondoist zealots wanted.

The Republic of Gapi now controlled the entirety of the Maluku Islands in a tenuous democracy, with its inhabitants scattered, but understanding that they had someone that ruled over them. However, dissent was ever present: the people were not stupid. They knew that, over decades, something was being done where their votes were not being counted, and the funds that they pitched in in the name of “taxes” to protect them when the tropical storms hit were not being used properly when needed. They also knew that these same funds, which were supposed to be used to help one another, were being used to buy weapons to subjugate those who did not comply with Gapi’s orders. Refugees from Jailolo, Tidore, and Bacan confirmed the rumors that the Gapi troops were all too eager to kill the nonbelievers. The elections currently reflected the dissatisfaction of the Gapi leadership, which led to increasingly a new candidate: a learned man which had the backing of the Koreans. A man who was outspoken about the extremism of the zealot’s beliefs and promised that every man will get their cut of the spices unlike under the corrupt dealings between Gapi officials and the kingdoms of Sulawesi.

With all this in place, the Imperial Throne finally conceded after a long debate with the State Council. In the end, however, it really was a message from Tamna that greased the oil of this mired debate: a message from the previous Viceroyalty. He wrote of importance of the spices to the trade between Korea and Rama, which in turn fueled the trade between Busang and the mainland, which allowed the construction of all things that were happening. Korea will not be able to stand tall in the international relations and hold any bargaining chips should the Maluku Islands fell into the wrong hands. And contrary to popular belief, Dong-nyuc concluded, the plantations in Chuk-Jae Peninsula were not going to be enough to fuel the demand of the West.

As the “spice islands” were to be conquered, the kingdoms of Sulawesi knew that there was no real reason to stay independent. They long depended on the JS Group providing the cut of trade. After all, the Kingdoms knew that once the JS Group controlled the Maluku Islands, there was little reason for them to keep paying premiums for their spices. Even worse, they may become a pitstop for the JS Group: a poor shanty-towns only existing for harbors for JS Group’s operations in the Maluku Islands. The kings of the island knew that they had to act if they were to maintain their positions in however shape it may become.

The kingdoms’ petitioning directly to the Merchant Guilds have thus allowed them to buy time from the JS Group’s clutches as the Merchant Guilds discussed what best method was there to maintain the status quo while rearranging the new situation within their area of influence. The utmost importance, of course, was the Ministry of Justice, which was to send a dispatch to discuss this matter considering “all due cause,” which was the Ministry rhetoric of stating that they needed to consider the legitimacy of the Imperial States. In the end, it was highly likely that the Sulawesi Islands would itself become a vassal of the Imperial States, while the Maluku Islands would become the territory of Chuk-Jae-Do under the JS Group’s control. However, the discussion as to how will the kingdoms join the Imperial States and why would the Republic of Gapi not be considered among the options was still to be discussed.

For now, the fleet was on due course to Ternate, the capital of the Republic of Gapi and where another election was scheduled. It was the plan of the JS Group to “peacefully” preside over the voting process, to allow “democracy” to take place as intended, and to have their puppet become elected into the seat of leadership. From there, JS Group will slowly revise the law of the land until the land would become integrated as part of JS Group’s property. It was always the interest of the Koh Family to take things slowly. They already had all the money that they wanted selling the spices and other luxury goods. They were not going to ruin their “farms” over something petty as wanting to “stick their flag” early.
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Postby TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON » Sun May 03, 2020 5:02 pm

Tokyo, Empire of Japan
Bafuku Palace
January 20, 1906


"Sir Marshal Admiral Yamamoto is here to see you."

"Let him in."

The Shogun gazed upon his top naval commander as he strode towards him flanked by members of his general staff.

The Admiral was the first to speak. "Sir we have an important update for you on the status of Operation Ashika. As you know my drills off the coast were successful, and we believe by now our resupply group has arrived at Johnston Atoll to ready the men waiting there for the planned further development in the invasion of Midway. But that is not quite my focus. Reports from my commanders state there may have been a Korean fleet that monitored out drills from afar."

"Well that is only natural, nothing of concern."

The Admiral paused, "Sir well I come to you because the Koreans seemingly have been getting closer and closer to our shores."

The Shogun rose and began to walk motioning from Admiral Yamamoto to join him. "Gonnohyōe-san, my good friend, do not worry so much! We have policies already in place regarding it. You and your staff are so cautious and that caution can lead to miscalculation. If a Korean vessel is 20 miles from our shores what do we do?"

"We monitor it sir."

"What do we do when a foreign military ship gets within 15 miles from our shores?"

"We shadow it with our own ships sir."

"What do we do if a foreign ship gets within 13 miles of our shores?

"Sir, we block their path from entering our waters."

"What of 12 miles or less?"

Yamamoto grinned "We sink them sir."

The Shogun smiled. "You are exactly right Admiral. We rule the Sea of Japan and now power, if it be Taiping, Korea, or Russia will ever deny us that. What you bring up today is a good point, and exactly the reason I commissioned the SNLF to build dug in artillery positions on Tsushima Island. It will allow us to command our side of the straight!"

"Ah yes sir. Those bunkers are expected to be fully operational in 6 months."

As the two entered the palace gardens the Shogun nodded towards Tokyo Bay. "Admiral, I fear we have more important opposition than that of the Koreans. Sure they may seek to reign in power in Indonesia and may incite tensions now and then, but our biggest worry will be Russia. Our ally Taiping has made no comment on if they would assist us with war should it come with the Russians. I know with full confidence they would not aid them, but we cannot be for certain."

"Sir we have drawn up some plans actually for ways to combat Russian aggression. We outnumber their fleet in the Pacific, not to mention that during winter, their only port here freezes over, meaning they are vulnerable during the later months. But I have been considering a joint operation with the Army garrisons there to mount Type 38 75mm Field Guns in certain locations on Sakhalin Island. We have never before held this sort of range with a army gun. Sir, there are places on the island that are only 5 miles or less away from the Russian mainland. If we were to set up our new artillery, in the event of war, we could bombard their territory immediately."

"Yes, but something like that will surely incite tensions Admiral."

"Well sir, if we claim it to be defensive actions and it prompts them to send artillery, so be it! What are they going to do? They would have to be fools to start a war that would be impossible for them to win alone. I say we send more of our reserve artillery to the island and place them in noticeable pre-existing fortifications. Since the press or the Russians may see our movements, we can also secretly build other underground fortifications to hold the artillery."

"I am quite wary of this proposition Admiral..."

"Sir, we have noticed the Russians have been building up a little bit more, and the Ainu natives on Sakhalin have always feared an invasion. This could be a good propaganda piece. Imagine, the oriental empire standing up to one of the west, being able to match them technologically and strike fear into their commanders."

"Well you know it is my firm belief if the land is in Asia and it is not occupied by us, at the very least it should be controlled by fellow Asians... Fine I will agree to it, but you must first convince the Imperial Army General Headquarters to move their guns."

"Yes sir! Thank you Yoshinobu. You always have my back." smiled Yamamoto before bowing and turning to leave. As he did so the Shogun glanced as yet another problem required his guidance. Another aide was coming forwards.

"Your highness, we have received a message from the Yavanarajya Socialist Republic."

"Hmm I have never heard of such country, continue."

"Sir, it is the insurgent group that controls northern British India." As the aide continued on and read the message, the Shogun continued to pace around the vast palace gardens, seemingly not listening fully.

"Ah yes I remember." The Shogun chuckled, "The British should have just asked for help, we could have suppressed them. Well you might as well not keep that message, we will not be replying. I have never supported communism or socialism and never will. Such would lead to a downfall to the Bafuku." The Shogun stopped walking and paused. "The message does in fact bring around a good point however. Have the Council discuss some legislation to limit the expansion of that detestable country and reminds me we should pit a further block on any communist ideas trying to take root in our great nation."

The aide paused as he scribbled Kanji as he hastily took notes.

"Well leave me in peace. I am not to be disturbed again today, I have much to plan regarding our standings with Korea and Russia."

"Yes your highness."


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Seal of the Imperial Council of Advisers

Announcement of Sanctions on Communist Party of Yavanarajya

Article 1: No arms may be sold or distributed to citizens of the unrecognized Yavanarajya Socialist Republic or the illegitimate government of the occupied region of British India known as the Yavanarajya Socialist Republic by any Japanese citizen, Japanese business, or the Bafuku.
1A. Arms Embargo does not apply to citizens of other counties living in the occupied region.

Article 2: No armor may be sold or distributed to the illegitimate government of the occupied region of British India known as the Yavanarajya Socialist Republic by any Japanese citizen, Japanese business, or the Bafuku.

Article 3: No ships that are armed or previously were armed may be sold or gifted to the illegitimate government of the occupied region of British India known as the Yavanarajya Socialist Republic by any Japanese citizen, Japanese business, or the Bafuku.


Johnston Atoll
Operation Ashika
January 20, 1906


Admiral Tamemoto smiled as he arose to see the resupply fleet on the horizon. Filling a cup of ocha, he knew the fleet would provide news from Tokyo, food, water, and fuel needed to continue into Midway. The ammunition they carried would not be needed, seeing as though little had been expended, much less than anticipated, so the ammo could be stored on Johnston with the small garrison there.

It was decided the men would leave the next day at dawn after consulting with Major General Hashiguchi, while spending the rest of the day packing up and preparing. From there they would leave a single torpedo boat and 200 Imperial Army men before making the 3 and a half day journey to Midway.

Before the supply ships left he gave the captain of the lead escorting destroyer and the captain of the escorting dispatch ship a typed and coded report. To ensure if one message was lost, the other one would be able to get the message through.

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Ensign of the Imperial Japanese Navy

Report from Admiral Kuroki Tamemoto
Top Secret


Our forces have successfully seized our first objective and will be proceeding to target number two in four days time. We have left 200 Imperial Army men on the objective and raised our holy flag. Resupply has been successful and I am requesting to have surveyors visit the island to determine if there are any natural resources and possible ways to enlarge the islands artificially. I am also requesting a telegraph line be connected from Wake Island to Johnston and that laborers are sent to aid in construction efforts for a new army base.

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In the Mississippi Delta Region, along the Busang-Adamite Border

Initiate Amos

It was a precarious situation that the young Initiate Amon found himself in. Said situation was a small skirmish by the standards of most pitting a group of 9 Iron Legionary Velites along with their Veteran NCO Crusader against a band of 30 or so near do wells with more on the shore nearby ready to help. Some already taking pot shots at the beleaguered section. For Amos and the others their only hope was for reinforcements. While their long SR-20s had given them the edge in the early part granting both an advantage in range and for the first 12 rounds firepower but once their first magazine ran out this is when problems started. For the SR-20 had a rather significant weakness in the form of it's tube magazine. While said magazine allowed it to carry 10 rounds, twice that of most contemporary rifles, in addition to another one in the ladder and another in the chamber this whole set up came at a cost. When the ammo ran out they were left to load each round individually one... by one. To somewhat compensate for this many commanders preferred to stagger their troops fire. This came at the cost reducing their firepower output but in exchange they were able to maintain continuous fire. But alas this was a tactic meant to be used by an entire company not a single section. Hence whenever Amos and his section had to reload this gave precious moments for the bandits to bound a bit forward and run to cover into a nearer location. As time went on they got closer and closer it wouldn't be long before they would be in a range where even their pistols and shotguns would become vastly more effective.

Amon in what was the most heaviest bit of combat he had found himself in the last 10 months was quite honestly fearful but whatever fear may have lay within him he didn't show it too much on the outside. On his face, covered in black and white war paint, one saw a degree of determination. Anything less would have resulted in him taking a smacking from Sergeant Malcolm the hard driving unapologetic Veteran who had bought them here. He was a tough and mean bastard to some degree but he wasn't a sadist. He wouldn't place his boys in a situation where he didn't think they could handle it. This confidence and respect had earned him the trust of his charges who took stock in the mans word as both a soldier and man that they would overcome. Keeping behind cover and firing from a crouch Amos took his shots in as best a manner he could with the unwieldy and heavy rifle that rested in his hands and shoulder. He was never a great marksman with his experience being more with his fathers shotgun than anything else. Unlike birds and varmint men shot back. Sure their weapons while not particularly accurate at such distances could still injure if one got unlucky. Which was to be the case with Amos.

Amos was in a state somewhat like a trance.Aim, take a shot, duck for cover, aim, take a shot, duck for cover it all occurred in a weird rhythm focusing the mind of the young Amos upon the task at hand. Only broken by having to reload. That was when it all happened; While reloading his weapons having to put the bullets in one by one in the breach Amos made a slight mistake and dropped 2 of his bullets upon the ground. While bending to pick it up a stray bullet from a random bandits pistol clipped him in the shoulder and with that that mask of cold determination shattered replaced by the screams of a wounded man. The Confidence, the focus were now gone replaced by a bleeding searing agony that seemed to hold his world in a vice grip. Such pain hadn't been visited upon his life. Not even when he got attacked by a wild dog while out hunting with his brothers. This was a different type of pain and it felt like eternity. Lucky for him seeing the issue one of his comrades in arms Initiate Buck came over and taking out some spare cloth from his trail pack he staunched the wound hoping to control the bleeding quietly calming down Amos who while still in pain was able to get control unto himself.

While this was occurring though seemingly smelling blood like a shark the River Pirates were emboldened and began to surge forward egged on by their leaders with a greater degree of determination that one would expect from men such as themselves. Only 50 yards away and the enemy weapons were now really starting to come into play. As the bullets whizzed around Amo's and his companions he saw a degree of worry in eyes of Malcolm who seeing his back was to the wall was being forced to realize that he might have to do the unthinkable. That being ordering a retreat in the face of a foe on the lands of his fathers. Something that could only be looked upon as sacrilege.

While Sergeant Michael raised his hand readying to give an order is when he heard the almost heavenly sound of hunting horns in the air. His young messenger had been successful and with the Pack Commander notified they were now on the way. While the band of bandits grew somewhat timid the beleaguered section of Iron Legionaries became like lions roaring with anticipation at the coming onslaught. The sounds of horses galloping is the first thing that could be heard as the other combat effective men of Nolan's Mounted Rifle Pack charged unto the field flanking the position of the Band of Bandits. While making sure to get off their horses before fulling coming into view the other Legionaries most young rearing to have their first taste of real combat erupted into view from the east. Over the course of the skirmish the sun had begun to set hence when the bandits turned to face their new challengers they were partially blinded having a hard time properly aiming with the sun shining in their faces. The Legionaries as was dictated by their training immediately organized into a line , having been in a column on the way here, and began firing upon the river pirates position with volley fire. While said line was a bit spread out and "raggedy" comparatively still in many ways said tactics seemed more fitted to that of the gunpowder era of the early to mid 19th century than for a modern fighting force of this time. Even with that in mind the superior numbers and along with that their greater firepower were more than enough to turn the tide.

As the assault began to take it's toll the River Pirates began to break as their morale shattered like glass. Some made the decision to try and make a swim for it hoping to escape to the safety of the other side others seemed to freeze in place with guns in hands they hid behind whatever cover they could find firing like madmen at the onslaught of Legionaries who were starting to roar knowing the iron was hot and the battle had reached it's height. Their fellows on the opposite shore who via canoes had slowly been making their way across the river towards the position to help now found themselves out in the open. Little better than sitting ducks those who could sped their way back to where they came abandoning their fellow thieves in kind on the opposite shore without an ounce of remorse. With the sun on their backs from the perspective of those near the lake bed it seemed the Legionaries white uniforms seemed to shine and the black on their uniforms seemed as dark as their futures, their faces clad in war paint and on many the belts filled with the skulls of slain enemies proved to be nothing less than an intimidating display. No longer the aggressors the River Pirates were now little better than rats faced with a hungry tiger.

Seeing the time was here the Commander Nolan saw it was time to end this little charade and gave the order to advance. Like the never ceasing tide the Line of Legionaries closed in like a noose upon the position of what few River Pirates remained. When they were close enough Nolan gave the order to fix bayonets soon followed by the order to charge and with that his men and boys with a howl descended upon their adversaries who screamed and in some cases begged for mercy before being shot, bashed, or bayoneted without an ounce of mercy. "Kill all, Loot all, Burn All" where the standing orders that were ingrained upon the minds of every Legionary whether young or old, Velite or Crusader for any who dared to enter the sacred lands of their fathers with hostility in heart.

A moment later

When the dust was cleared and all was sad and done the men of Nolan's Pack had come out a bit scuffed but little worse for ware. They had lost 2 in the battle with another 2 injured, including initiate Amos, but had inflicted far worse upon there enemies. 25 bodies were found some dying where they stood others washed further down the shore with another 10 or so captured mostly due to injuries. The majority of the latter were executed via the traditional way soon after but those where thought to have some degree of authority were kept alive. At least for a short while. The unlucky bastards who were allowed to live found themselves separated and one by one tied to trees and tortured for information. Captain Yule had escaped, probably swimming away in the confusion, and they wanted to know where the hell he might be holed up.

While that was going on other Legionary swept the area and especially the Bandit's camp trying to find whatever information they could. Most of what they obtained could be summed up as junk: pots and pans the occasionally bit of jewelry and weapons plus a few mules which would as per law be regarded as the spoils of battle placed in a communal pool and sold with whatever revenue gained being shared among the members of the Pack as a bonus for their hard work. Others who had achieved kills in battle were lining up before a small tribunal set up by Commander Nolan and his staff who were accessing said claims rewarding and distributing honors and ranks as they saw fit.

Having already given an account of his activities in battle Sergeant Malcolm was making his way back from Commander Nolan's tent and was making his way on over to the improvised medical tent set up on the field. Within it he found Amo's along with another young Velites named Boole being tended over by a combat medic. Seeing him enter said Medic by name of Gideon stood and gave a simple bow speaking quietly about Amos's condition. The Boy as mentioned suffered only a mild clipping on the shoulder and would be fine. A couple stitches and a few weeks of rest was pretty much all he needed. When Sergeant Malcolm made his way over to Amos after speaking with the Medic Initiate Amos who had been resting awoke immediately and seeing his Section Leader immediately tried to salute but ended up just hurting himself slightly. Sergeant Malcolm Chuckled.

"At ease young man, don't exert yourself so much."

Amo's grew red with embarrassment and stated "Sorry sir. Sounded like a little girl out there feel kinda bad. Sorry."

Sergeant Malcolm gave a shrug "Worry not, I think we all sound like little girls when we first get shot. I know I did."

With that said the two briefly chatted for a bit and with Sergeant Malcolm satisfied with his young charges condition made his way out stating he expected him to be back in condition within 2 weeks and made his way out. As the night wore on and soon turned to dawn Commander Nolan assembled his staff along with the other officers and NCOs of his Pack and sat them all down for a brief meeting. From the information gained both from the camp but also from testimony from those captured they could say with a mild degree of certainty not only the location of Captain Yules main base but also to some degree the men's nature. Based on what they found it could be summarized that the men in question are: One based on "Lone Man Island" in the upper Mississippi Delta Region and two might have connection with the proscribed Liberal Parti of Adamia.

The last one was of particular consequence due to the nature of said party being effectively the primary rallying core of various dissident groups who since time immoral have had a bone to pick with the Adamite State. Since their formation in the 1810s and subsequent outlawing in 1820 the Liberal Parti basing it's support primarily among exile communities in surrounding territories has allegedly sough the overthrow of the Adamite State and been used as a convenient scapegoat for the Adamite government to maintain it's steady iron grip on the nation and it's people. If one were to believe the stories and especially government propaganda their a pack of devil worshiping sodomite who wished to destroy the christian morals of the nation and bring the rule of Satan on earth damning the people of this land to hell and were steadily building up a great army to the affect. Said propaganda also tends to pain Busang as harboring said dissidents seeking to use them at a later date to undermine the Adamite people's christian government. More boogie man than reality to be honest. Still the evidence, consisting of banned books and a few party pamphlets said to be associated with the Liberal Parti, did show that Captain Yule might have some connection to the mysterious organization which only heightened the importance of this very mission.

Without a bit of hesitation and with steady counsel given by those around Nolan made sure to write a telegram that was meant to be sent directly to the central government to notify them of his findings and to make sure they knew of his movements and motives and to prepare for an operation meant to eliminate Captain Yule and his Gang once and for all. With that in mind Nolan adjourned the meeting and set his staff and NCOs so that they could get themselves and their men ready for what was to come.

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From: Commander Nolan of the VII "Wolf Runners" Chapter
To: Consul of War Louis Frank Jacob Miles
Encryption: Low
CAPTAIN YULE LOCATED
ESCAPED TO LONE MAN ISLAND
WILL PURSUE
*STOP*
LIBERAL PARTI MATERIAL FOUND
BURNED
SUSPECT CAPTAIN YULE MIGHT BE A MEMBER
OR ASSOCIATED
STOP
WILL CONTINUE TO LOOK FOR MORE INFORMATION
UPON ARRIVAL ON LOCATION
*STOP*
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Postby TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON » Tue May 05, 2020 6:37 pm

Outskirts of Mexico City
January 1906


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I wonder what’s taking so long- thought Jaime. Smoke filled the room in which several men were gathered. Many were smoking, others were drinking. Jaime stood next to the window where the smoke filtered out but the smell of tobacco was thick. It was obnoxious to him. Jaime was approached by a sharply dressed butler offering drinks, but he declined. He believed it bad form to drink before such an important event, but nonetheless everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. He had only relented because he didn’t want to seem to prudish, but he regretted his decision to surrender to peer pressure. Another man, this time even more well dressed, approached him. Jaime’s attention was given to him and the pudgy old man gave him a handshake.

“Your home is excellent and your servants are well disciplined hermamo!”- he said in a hoarse but cheery voice.

Jaime was good at remembering faces, and within a few seconds he instantly recognized the man as Ernesto Guitierez, as the vice-president of Petromex, the government owned oil company. He must be here representing Tanaka- Jaime thought. Yes, that was the only explanation. But why? Tanaka was himself from Japan, so why would he not come attend himself? Surely it would be a great advantage since he spoke their language as well. Jaime began:

“Ah! Don Ernesto! Good to see you! How is the family? Not too bad I hope!”

“They are well and good! They enjoyed your gift. My son enjoyed the electric train set you bought him. It must have been incredibly expensive considering import prices nowadays!”

Jaime nodded and smiled, but inwardly he was confused. What train set was he talking about?

Jaime didn’t have time to figure it out, as one of the butlers interrupted their interaction to give him the news of the Japanese arrival.

Ambassador Yoshikawa stepped out of his car followed by his lovely wife who was in a nice white dress, the daughter of the former ambassador and half Mexican herself, whom he hoped would help translate since it appeared his staff had forgotten to send along a translator. He was wearing his best suit, and flanked by Captain Tomochi, the military attache assigned to the embassy. Tomochi was in his military uniform, a young, but decorated commander who had served during the revolts in Japan. Today was a special occasion however and with them for the dealings was Mr. Matsushita, head of Japan’s only oil company, the Nippon Oil Corporation.
Yoshikawa walked in and smiled. The place was a very nice Hacienda and he gave a slight bow when greeted by one of the butlers. Removing his hat and as the other men did the same, they entered, awaiting to greet their host.

“I really am sorry, Don Ernesto, but the guests are here and I must make my appearance. Please send your family my best regards.” Jaime bid his temporary farewell to Guitierez and approached Tomas Davila, the deputy-head of the department of diplomatic affairs. “Our guests have arrived. Are you ready Don Tomas?” Tomas nodded and he passed his drink to another nearby servant.

They left the room where the Mexican delegation was waiting and signaled one of the servants in the hall to come to him. “Lead these men to the conference room. I’m going to go greet our guests.” The servant nodded and Jaime exited out the door and walked down stairs with Tomas, who was unusually silent. The two men saw the Japanese delegation and with a loud voice Jaime spoke-

“Welcome! I scarcely have such important guests so please do tell me if there are any accommodations I can make for you. Do not mind me, I am simply the one who will be hosting you this afternoon.”

Tomas saw his cue and began talking - “Let me be the first to thank you for coming to meet with us today. We hope you find the place to your liking.”

Yoshikawa gave a slight bow, per tradition, and started things off. “I am honored to join you for such important proceedings in your fine home.” nodding towards the host. Honestly, he quite liked the hacienda, in his opinion, it was much sturdier than traditional Japanese homes, which were made out of wood and paper. He continued, “On behalf of the Shogun and my friends here with me today, I would like to thank you for inviting us to this meeting. It is my hope that our negotiations are successful so both of our great nations remain prosperous and safe.” He chuckled, “I also hope my Spanish is understandable, otherwise this meeting will be very interesting.” He smiled as he figured it would be nice to lighten the mood before things became serious.

In his briefcase he was prepared to offer things mostly related to economics and assistance with the canal the Mexicans were building. The reason the Captain was here however, was completely different. It would be up to him to discuss a possible Mexican-Japanese defense agreement.

Tomas glanced at the whole Japanese delegation, and he began- “Your spanish is quite excellent Mr. Yoshikawa. Please follow my friend Jaime here to the conference room.”

“Please follow my servant to the conference room.” - Jaime corrected. “ I would like to apologize for my absence in advance. I have some very pressing matters to attend to.”

“Okay then.” Tomas laughed somewhat awkwardly, not expecting this impasse, but he decided to shrug it off and try to smooth it over with silence. The servant began leading the group to the room where the meeting would be held. By this time, the Mexican delegation was assembled and sitting along a long table arranged almost like a panel of speakers. Near the middle was Ernesto Guitierez, who was flanked to his left by Saturnino Bahamonde, the Mexican Army Chief of Staff, who in turn sat next to a translator. Flanking the empty middle seat to the right was Hans Hermann Ritter, who was there to observe the meeting. Hans was flanked by another empty seat, this one reserved for Jaime, the host. The opposite side of the table was reserved for the guests. Standing behind the Mexicans were two guards, and some secretaries who were there to aid their employers.

The Mexican delegation stood up as the Japanese entered the room which prompted the two groups to make their customary greetings. After some brief exchanges, the Japanese and Mexicans took their seats and Tomas finally sat down in the middle seat between Ernesto and Hans. Tomas lit a cigar for himself, and took a puff from it. He signaled the translator at the end of the room and Tomas opened up the meeting-

“Gentlemen, we have come here as representatives for the people who have invested their power in us. Now I assume that we all know why we are here. To discuss some economic matters, maybe even an alliance. But before we begin we need to establish trust. Our nations have no reason to quarrel, but we must not be naive. Politics is not like a game of football- the things we do have real weight and consequences.” Tomas paused, and glanced at the ambassador's wife, who he sensed could understand him in his own language.

He gained his focus and leaned forward on his chair looking at his counterpart- “I will be the first to pledge my honesty, and I hope I speak for everyone here when I say that we come here in goodwill.”

Yoshikawa was fluent enough to understand and nodded as his wife translated for the captain and Mr. Matsushita. Tomochi nodded too and replied to Yoshikawa’s wife “ああ そですね (That is true)” Yoshikawa then turned to his counterpart and replied in his language. “I cannot agree more with that statement. I pledge for myself and the delegation I bring here today, our intentions are good and we bring no deception, only goodwill for the sake of our two nations, may they thrive under the lasting peace we set forth today… Gentlemen, I would like to start off on economic matters before we discuss the more serious matters of defense. The Shogunate for too long has relied on trade with Taiping as our lifeline of fuel. Without them, our navy would not exist nor would it be able to run. Yet we Japanese are seeking to diversify where we get our oil from, for the sake of national security, as we cannot guarantee our trade routes in a war will remain safe. That is why I bring here with me today Mr. Matsushita from the Nippon Oil Corporation.”

Matsushita sensing it was time for him to speak began, “Gentlemen, to put it simply, the government of Japan is seeking to invest in your oil industry to the mutual benefit of both our nations. Oil is the fuel of the future, as the use of coal declines, we shall use oil more and more as our fuel. We are willing to invest a large amount of money to build up your oil industry. At this current time, we are willing to invest 15,000,000 yen as an initial investment, but we will continue to invest more as time goes by. In return, we would like 1% of barrels of oil produced or 3% of the profits. But we are open to negotiation.”

Guitierez had signalled his secretary to come to him while Matsushita was speaking. The secretary leaned into his ear and Guitierez spoke some quiet words. The Secretary opened a briefcase and handed him some papers. Guitierez took them and skimmed them over briefly. After his japanese counterpart spoke, Guitierez nodded and began speaking- “ Those terms are quite generous, but let me make a counter offer.” His eyes glimmered a bit as he spoke- “As you know, our country it seems has been blessed by the Creator in being rich in natural resources. However our engineers are quite inexperienced in the oil field. If you could send in technical support for our nation's oil industry, it would not only improve our country's energy independence but it would also make oil extraction much more efficient. Here we could offer 3% of oil production in exchange for your stated offer, plus technical support and help constructing our refineries.” Tomas, who was seated next to Ernesto, watched the Japanese carefully. He was still smoking, and he took another puff of his cigar. Saturnino looked ambivalent, and shuffled some papers he had on the table in front of him. Hans rubbed his bald head in apparent disinterest.

As Guitierez finished, Matsushita whispered to Yoshikawa and in response Yoshikawa nodded. Matsushita gave a small grin. “Well that offer is hard to resist. The Nippon Oil Corporation can send over experts and our engineers should you allow to help fulfill that role. Otherwise I believe we have come to an agreement.” Yoshikawa glanced towards Tomochi who apparently wasn’t paying attention at this point. Yoshikawa smiled and continued after Matsushita, “If we have concluded that portion of our negotiations, I would like to move onto discussing your canal you are currently building…” as he looked towards his counterparts.

Tomas nudged Hans, who gave him an annoyed look. He took out some papers silently which he handed to Tomas. “Here I have some documents which describe the plans for how our canal is to be built. It has recently experienced….delays- but the consensus of our nation's brightest minds is that this plan is much more viable. I do not pretend to know what some of the details mean however the system involved using locks and gravity to lift ships over the isthmus. Its quite ingenious, if you ask me. Your engineers will surely tell you the same.” He handed the papers over to the Japanese and took a puff from his cigar, and then leaned back in his chair to give his back some rest.

Yoshikawa accepted the files and took a look before placing them in one of his folders. “Your canal seems to be very advanced. I will have my engineers take a look. The Japanese government would be very interested in lending aid to support work on the canal in any way possible. We are willing to give additional funding, labor, or some of our engineers if you would like.”

“We will consult with the government, on those details, Mr. Yoshikawa.”- Tomas put his cigarette down and turned to Saturnino, who took the hint and began to speak. “And I also understand you're here to speak about a military alliance? If that is true then I must ask if your are planning any offensive wars. We are not interested in imperialism, Mr. Yoshikawa.”

Yoshikawa tapped Tomochi who now looked more alive. “Ah yes. We are proposing a sort of defensive alliance of such. The Japanese government is not extremely interested in a war in the Americas, but we see that Mexico is an important power in the region and it would be in our best interests to ensure your security, now more so that we plan to upgrade your oil industries. We do not necessarily need an official alliance, all the Shogun is looking for is the mutual understanding that if Mexico’s survival is threatened, Japan will intervene as long as when Japan goes to war, Mexico continues to supply oil and other exports per usual. We would however be interested in drawing some treaty up, so I am welcome to feedback… Oh I think it is relevant to mention however, the Empire of Japan is interested in some expansion into primitive nations in the Pacific in the coming weeks and we are not opposed to a pre-emptive strike against our enemies since you mention the term offensive. I hope this doesn’t deter you as our navy can be quite an asset to you if Busang should strike you.”

Saturnino nodded as Tomochi spoke. “I trust that you are not planning any attacks soon then. I am skeptical that you will be able to significantly aid us in any conflict with them. However I do believe that this alliance will give them pause.” Saturnino put on some reading glasses and then reached down to grab a brief. He took some papers from it and began- “I know that you have a long lasting feud with the Koreans, yes? In any event the Koreans gaining power on either side of the Pacific will be bad for us. My naval counterpart is not here to talk about the details but we believe it would be beneficial to do joint naval exercises once our partnership is underway.”

Tomochi gave a curt nod. “I cannot agree more.”

Yoshikawa was smiling as he said, “ Well I believe we are coming to a close on the negotiations yes?” He had begun to pack up his papers so he could send word to Tokyo right away the details so a treaty could be signed.

As the meeting came to a close, the two sides exchanged traditional farewells and diplomatic procedures before the Japanese delegation left to go back to the embassy and get a telegram out to Tokyo. The Mexican delegation left some time later to report to the emperor the events which transpired.
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Postby Kenobot » Fri May 08, 2020 10:56 pm

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Yavanarajya Socialist Republic


The People’s Revolutionary Council,
Alexandria in the Āryāvarta

January 26th 1906

The War Minister, Diodotus Antimachus, was the first to speak upon hearing of the few responses so far received to their message to the nations of the world.
"Utterly shocking!" He said, was a bemused look upon his face, "That a fellow Asian nation that talks about Asian Liberation would insult us in such a way. Ah I forgot, they're just like the other colonialists just under the illusion of liberation."

"At least the Europeans don't mince their words," Muttered the Foreign Minister, Theos Ligyron. "I don't think however, that it's quite dawned on the Japanese that we don't trade with other nations given our poor relations with many following our revolution."

"Lucky for us, they'll be rather busy in their own region and the Pacific, so their hostility is pointless," Pointed our the war minister.

"Well there is some good news out of all of this; our brothers in the west in the Eastern portion of the Roman Empire have responded that they would like to reopen diplomatic relations with us." The foreign minister said, "They shall be sending Leonidas Vasko as their 'Legatos' and have invited us to send a representative to Constantinople. I shall send my best man in the Foreign Office, Peithon Monophthalmus as our Ambassador to the Roman Empire. I'm sure that our relationship will be fruitful. Now that's all we've received so far, so let's hope that we get some better responses out of our neigbours soon."

And with that, the People's Council meeting was adjourned for the day and the Foreign Minister made his way to the foreign office to dictate a telegram of reply to our new Roman Friends:

To Ioannes Batatzes, Logothete of the Drome of the Empire of the Romans:

The people of Yavanarajya have longed for the day that we could once again be brothers with our Greco-Roman cousins of the Roman Empire and we are glad that you have permitted this day to come.
We look forward to the arrival of your Legatos, Leonidas Vasko and we shall send Peithon Monophthalmus as our Ambassador in Constantinople. We hope that this new relationship between our peoples will be a fruitful one.
We have sent a small token of our people's appreciation to Constantinople with our Ambassador to present to the Emperor; one of two surviving copies in Yavanarajya of Aristotle's Constitution of the Athenians.

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Theos Ligyron
Foreign Minister of Yavanarajya
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In a little village named Luther Mill, along the Upper Carolina Black River

Axos

In a small little wooden hut on the outer edges of the villages a young boy by the name of Axos lay shaking in fear. He along with a few others had taken shelter in this leaky domicile that had once been a simple storage for extra tools used by the village. Now it and it's thin walls were all that was standing between Axos and the walking death that lied outside. With only a thin crack to serve as a window to the outside Axos looked, despite his fear and the near overwhelming terror that gripped in a vice, he watched to see if of their assailants had spotted their position and were drawing nearer. What he saw bought a chill to his core. Not wishing to see but seemingly captured and unable to not look he observed serving as witness in a scene that would haunt him till his death.

Outside he could see a small group of figures, men who strided like beasts armed and wearing clothes white as snow though more often than not splattered with blood and stained with the dirt of many ages past. Some young others old they all carried a look that could only be described as fanatical like a zealot on a mission ever searching. He knew of these men only from horror stores told by his mother and grandmother like that of fairy tales about monsters and beasts. But these were not fairy tale beasts but real flesh and bone men. Even more important there was no one hero on the horizon that could seemingly stop them. Something that clearly dawned upon Young Axos as he witnessed these men beat his mother to death mercilessly with the butt of their rifles.

They had come only an hour before while young Axos and a few other boys were watching over some of the villages flock of sheep. While he was tending over his household chore he along with the others saw what appeared to be smoke in the distance. Axos seeing that it was in the direction of another known village went and notified his father who himself told the chief and his men. Deciding to investigate the Chief gathered a small posse which included Axos's father and set out on horseback. They never returned. What came back instead were the devils on horseback that Axos now witnessed and they had come with ill intentions for all who resided within this village.

These men were members of an organization that struck fear in the hearts of the people of this region. Spoken of only in whispered tones they were force that had for generations terrorized and abused this region with near virtual impunity. Within this land they were known as "The Pale Horse Hundreds" while the world knew them as the Iron Legion. Prior to 1850 they had primarily been a nuisance launching the occasional raid and sacking a village here and there. But since the effective collapse of what little unified authority that had existed in the region in the form of the Carolina Commonwealth and the subsequent chaos that followed they had become increasingly more aggressive and bold. Their death squad tactics and backing of various small local factions and warlord cliques to spread their influence and crush potential dissidents groups that were allegedly present in the region had only added fuel to the anarchy that gripped the land. The Iron Legion had been recently launching attacks into the general area burning neighboring villages of Axos's own and forcing others to pay tribute unto them. Now they had come to make their mark on his home.

They came first in the form of a dozen men riding on horseback armed with revolvers and shotguns and torches. At first when he saw them Axos and other had thought them to be the chief and the posse returning though that thought quickly ceased when Axos saw his brother drop dead in front of him blown away by a 12 gauge. Axos scared ran for his life at the screams of the villagers resonated all around with him trying desperately just to get back to his home and mother hoping that if only he could get into her arms he would be safe. But alas that wasn't to be. When he arrived at his home that he had shared his whole life with his family Axos standing at the doorway witness the scene of his mother's body being bashed into a bloody mess by 3 men of the Legion with another 2 ransacking the home for valuables. One upon seeing the boy raised his gun and fired aiming to kill but Axos was able to duck before it was too late. Finding himself alive with only a slight graze Axos ran like the wind trying to find safety leading him to his present precarious situation.

Outside lay death walking, within here he was safe for now. But this sanctuary was soon to be compromised. Among the group was a women with a babe. Whether it was hers or a foundling was unknown. Regardless of the answer she gripped the child as if it was hers and tried to comfort it as best she could but found her efforts for not for the young babe at first sniffled and then whined and finally let out a loud bellow that doubtless was heard from outside. Seeing what was to come and not wishing to draw the Legionaries to the others the woman took the child and ran out the door hoping to escape. Axos and the others huddled within were greeted by her scream and a shot. He and the others soon found that was the least of their problems as the roof began to burn around them. Though he tried Axos and the remainder found themseves forced to leave their shelter and out in the open for the waiting devils in white who with the butts of their rifles and bayonets forced all to the ground.

One by one they inspected their captures in the case of the men, men and boys old enough to hold a rifle, they killed on sight though some they tortured. In the case of the pregnant women and even babes they also killed either bayoneting or in many cases hacking them to death with machetes without an ounce of hesitation. For all the others they took even dragging some to the central courtyard of the village where they including Axos where arranged in lines. The Children on one end and the women on the other. The Iron Legionaries speaking in a harsh but somewhat intelligible dialect of what Axos knew to be English stated that the village here along with others in the area had been accused of hosting and abiding the "Liberal Parti" and had been sentenced for decimation. At this point the Legionaries began looking and inspecting the women with some being picked and chosen taken away separated from the others with their screams of agony soon heard not long after. The few who remained usually too old or ugly had their faces and hair cut. These women would be let go sent to go warn others of the Iron Legion's wrath so that others would think twice about getting in their way.

The women who had been separated had been set aside as "Indian Brides" as it was known. A brutal custom of the Adamites adopted during the height of their Indian Wars to decimate their enemies vying "breeding out" the natives by taking their women and girls giving them as consorts to victorious soldiers so that they may bear good Adamite children rather than native kids thereby depriving their enemies and strengthening themselves. The young children who had been spared where to be taken back to the Adamite homeland where they would be distributed to various Adamite households. This was also another vicious policy known as "Blood Adoption" in part devised as a method to replace their losses in battle. The policy involved the taking of children from enemy homes and placing them into the homes of Adamite families who would adopt them. Said children would be raised in the ways of the Adamites, taught to speak their language learn their customs and history forget their own and in general become good little Adamites thereby again depriving their enemies and contributing to their own nation. This was obviously preferred only on small children who were impressionable and relatively easily reeducated hence why young Axos barely 6 years had been spared while his brother age 10 had not.

When Axos began to cry one of the Lagionaries, a grizzled Indian looking man, walked on over to him and looking at him straight in the eyes asked upon him why did he cry. When Axos told him because his mommy and brother were dead. The Legionary put his hand on the shoulder of the boy and told him he need not fret soon he would have a new family. They would teach him just like they had taught him. They would teach him to talk like them, walk like them, dress like them, fight like them, and when he came of age fuck like them and ultmatiely be just like them. "Soon enough my boy, you will be a good little Adamite too" and with that the old Indian Crusader began to roar with laughter. As Axos and the others were lead out of the village which had now been rendered into a raging inferno Axos began once again to cry for all he had known and loved was now gone and he was left alone set adrift into a dark and foreboding future.
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Postby Of Leben » Mon May 11, 2020 10:05 am

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January 1906
Mexico City

The old emperor sat in his recliner, smoking a cigar by the fireplace in the private living room of the national palace. It was his domain, the place where he could find peace after a long day of statesmanship. Once he shared the space with his wife, but she was gone now. All that was left was Salvador and his thoughts. My life is a comedy -he thought, as he gazed into the flames erupting from the logs within the fireplace. His ruminations had led him to a kind of apathy, a deep but amorphous sense of discomfort had settled over him ever since his wife died. She controlled his dark thoughts with her tender presence, but her death only intensified his feelings of doubt and pessimism. He could not help but to allow himself to become absorbed in long sessions of melancholy reflections. Have my actions really mattered? Salvador asked himself this question many times before. To rationalize these feelings away, he read philosophy and often consulted with some of his closest friends, but while his intellect acknowledged the truths he discovered, he could not internalize them.

The emperor continued to take puffs out of his cigar until he felt somewhat bored with his thoughts and he looked down next to a paper which had been placed down on the stand next to his recliner. It was from Tomas. He opened to the document and his eyes glazed over the words. The Japanese agreement looked favorable, according to Tomas. Salvador had felt ambivalent about any agreement with foreigners, but it seemed that for now the Japanese were acting in goodwill. He gave it another once over and then stood up and crouched near the fireplace to burn the document. As he came up and turned around, he heard a knock from the rooms dark mahogany doors.

“What is it?!”- Said Salvador in a raised voice.

“It is your daughters sir; they request to speak to you!”- A servant on the other side responded.

Salvador took some steps from the fireplace and caressed his gray chops in thought. He had a feeling why they wanted to speak, but he decided to allow it. “Tell them to come in, and please- if anyone says they wish to speak to me tell them I a tired. I will resume court tomorrow.”

“Very well sir, I will call for them.” For a few minutes, there was peace. Salvador sat down in his chair and resumed smoking. His mind wandered a bit, trying futilely to prepare himself for the conversation that would come. Eventually, he heard the door open and the silence subsided. Two women emerged from the hall outside- Maria Teresa and Maria Gizella, his youngest and second eldest daughter, respectively. Maria Teresa’s dark brown eyes matched nicely with her dark, lacy hair. She had grown it out so that it extended to her shoulders, and she wore a pink dress matched with a black sash over her waist which she liked to wear on evenings when out and about around the palace. Her resting face often gave the impression that she was confused, which meant her red lips would rest evenly under her small nose and doe eyes. Her older sister wore a modest white dress and had short chestnut hair. Her long eyelashes complemented her wide set eyes and unlike her sister she wore no makeup. The door was shut behind them and both and they stood by, almost as if waiting for permission to sit down.

“Sit down over in those chairs, please.”- Salvador put out his cigar as he felt it was impolite to smoke in front of his daughters. The women sat down in their seats and looked at their father expectantly. Salvador looked down at his feet, like a child who had just been caught stealing cookies from a jar. No one said anything, and the ladies looked at in different directions awkwardly, not wanting to start the conversation. After a minute or so, Salvador interrupted the awkward silence- “I know why you have come, and I don’t want to hear about it.”

“Papa, we all know that you are getting…. older.”-Said Maria Gizella. She continued to speak- “We have waited patiently for you to make some decision or solution over this issue and you haven’t. How can you tell me to stay quiet any longer when you refuse to answer our questions?”

Salvador answered calmly- “I do not have any sons, and my daughters have not produced sons, either. We both know the succession laws. You cannot inherit me”
“That is not what this is about! We have been patient and we have trusted in your wisdom because you are our father. We understand that we cannot inherit…. but please do not deprive your grandchildren of their inheritance!”- Maria Gizella managed to keep the appearance of a cool demeanor, despite her exhortations.

“My time here is almost at and end. I am too old to marry, and I lack the vigor and drive of my youth anyhow. It is no longer in my power to continue our line. I hate to be immodest…. but it is your job to produce someone who can succeed me. If your husbands are not up to the task, then shame on me for allowing such flaccid fools to commit themselves to you.” – All the time Salvador spoke; his voice was calm and emotionless.

Maria Teresa looked away and blushed because she didn’t expect the conversation to take this turn. Maria Gizella looked at her father and took a deep breath before speaking- “You are not dead, there is still some time. If God allows it then perhaps, he will give one of us a son still….”

“- I have written down my wishes in my will. I will make sure that you are taken care of after my death. I am getting tired, so please leave so I can prepare for bed.” Salvador was not tired but was merely seeking an excuse to exit the conversation. They did not bother to protest. He did not give his daughters eye contact as they left. Salvador wrote a note stating that he would look over the treaty and ratify it in a few days and sent it to Tomas. Salvador went to be late that night. As he laid in bed, he thought about whether he had neglected his daughters. No, I did all I could for them. My family is important- but the nations posterity is also in my hands. I hope God will not judge me harshly for this. His mind turned off for the night and he fell into slumber.

Somewhere off the coast of Hispanola

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The Mexican armored cruiser Santa Fe had finished construction only two months earlier. She was the last of the Trinidad class of cruisers which had begun construction in 1902. Representing one of the most well-armed ship classes of her nation, she was armed with eight 203mm canons, twelve 127mm canons, and four 76mm canons mounted along the deck and several barbettes She passed her sea trials with flying colors and was finally commissioned only a few weeks before the present. The date was January 1906. The ship and its crew were now on their first voyage. Their first mission: join the Pacific Battle Fleet in the Sea of Cortez. The journey so far had been smooth if not uneventful. Starting from Veracruz the Santa Fe sailed northwest before turning south, tracing the coast of the Yucatan peninsula, then making a stop in Belize. She sailed off after just two days in port and continued south along the coastline. The Skipper, Captain Jorge Blanco Saer, decided it best to test his new ship in blue water. Santa Fe headed due east after receiving a briefing via telegraphy in Puerta Castilla and left Mexican territorial water the same day. Sometime in the very early morning she began to straddle Roman national water south of Jamaica and after a few days sighted the coast of Hispanola. Santa Fe continued hugging the islands coastline until making a stop at Santo Domingo, its last resupply station before she headed off alone into the high seas.

Captain Blanco navigated the ship north to avoid any incursions into Roman territorial water in the Roman West Indies. The ships crew bid farewell to Hispanola, for it would be the last time they would see any land for some time. The weather was fair, and the ships crew was tight. As the sun set on the horizon, the Captain handed over command to his chief mate. Jorge had not caught any sleep since they had made sight of Hispanola a few days ago. He finally decided to head to his quarters to catch some shut eye. They had many more miles to go before they would even cross the equator, and the Captain would need to be well rested if he were to lead effectively. Luckily for the ship and her crew, they were not likely to encounter trouble any time soon.
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Postby Intermountain States » Sun May 17, 2020 1:26 am

January, 1906
Railroad tracks, Taejas
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Outside of a few farms, houses, and some towns and cities, there was really not much to see outside the window of a train coming from Sinhan (Spokane) for Vice-Chancellor Kim Yu-jin in terms of activities. He'd seen a few faunas outside the train window and there were a couple of oil wells, more so when the train crossed into Taejas. There has not been a lot of urban development in East and West Dolseong, those areas were largely dotted with rural activities even with plannings by local and provincial governments to build factories and cities there. The Mississippi River provinces and Taejas were the hotspots of Busangese settlers, North and South Mississippi and Louisiana for access to trade at the Mississippi River, and Taejas for the oil boom.

The train is expected to stop at Namhanggu (Freeport) where the Vice-Chancellor and his party would meet with Captain Wigung Sa-nang who would transport the party with escorts from the Gulf Coast Squadron to the Bahamas. There, the delegates would be taken to San Salvatore where they would expect an audience with the Proconsul of the West. Ever since taken office, Chancellor Wang Jun-min wanted to expand relations with the Roman Empire as part of his efforts to raise Busang's global influence. The Grand Republic maintains a demilitarized yet tense border with the Iron Order, using the Mississippi River as a natural boundary of Republican and Adamite jurisdiction after the end of the Mississippi War. The Vice-Chancellor himself was a veteran of that war, he still remembered the fighting in Louisiana even in his 60's. Although not as potentially volatile, the Busangan-Mexican border also has border troops from the Grand Army of the Republic and the Imperial Land Army eyeing each other with suspicion from military checkpoints and in populated areas.

Busang doesn't exactly enjoy great relations with either Mexico and the Adamites due to past histories and it's recently been the worry of administrations after the Mississippi War of a potential Mexican-Adamite alliance, even if such an alliance is considered to be unlikely. Although Busang maintains close ties with the Imperial State of Korea, military command isn't expecting a large Korean force to assist Busang if war breaks out in America, especially if Korea is focused in Asia with another power. The Republic could use an extra ally and due to friendly trade relations with Roman America, Rome was a natural choice.

A knock on the sliding door interrupted the Vice-Chancellor's thoughts. Kim opened the sliding door to see the train conductor.

"Just to let you know, sir, the train will be reaching Namhanggu in less than a day," the conductor said. "You will be notified once we reach our destination."

"Thank you for the information," the old man said. The conductor bowed in response and closed the door.

Official Document of the Grand Republic of Busang


TO: The Honorable Proconsul of the West of the Holy Roman Empire

On behalf of the Chancellor and the Cabinet of the Grand Republic of Busang, we bare greetings in this new year. It is the truth that the good people of the Holy Empire of the Occident shares a common interest with the Republic in ensuring eternal prosperity and stability in the Americas. Unfortunately, the goodwill of civilization in the Gulf is threatened by barbarians of the rogue state in Eastern America that seek chaos and destruction through their so-called revolutions. Therefore, we have dispatched the honorable Vice-Chancellor Kim Yu-jin to lead a special delegation party to San Salvatore. The honorable Kim Yu-jin is given full authorization to represent and negotiate on behalf of the Republic. We hope for greater cooperation between our representatives and the honorable Proconsul of the West of the Holy Roman Empire in trade and diplomacy to maintain prosperity and stability within America for millennium to come.

May you be blessed by good fortunes.


Signed and approved,
Bak Young, Minister of Foreign Affairs
Wang Jun Min, Chancellor of the Grand Republic of Busang


January, 1906
Tanseong, Punggang
Grand Republic of Busang


There is much excitement for the city of Tanseong (Seattle) of a Korean diplomatic mission to Sinhan. Even if the likelihood of Imperial delegates eating at some local restaurant or visiting a local attraction is highly unlikely, it doesn't stop some shop owners from tidying up their businesses, hoping to get the attention of delegates. Still, any business boom coming from the diplomatic party would probably be with the sailors and marines on the ships escorting the delegates.

Tanseong Mayor Bo Asseo is also expecting the arrival of the federal delegation party lead by Foreign Affairs Minister Bak Young and some members of the Grand Assembly whom would be welcoming the Imperial delegates.

Official Document of the Grand Republic of Busang


TO: The Honorable Head of the Ministry of Rites, Lee Jung

On behalf of the Chancellor and the Cabinet of the Grand Republic of Busang, we are honored by the visit of the Esteemed Goh Jun-bum, First Seat of the Ministry of Rites and his delegation to this humble nation. The Republic is forever graced by the benevolence of Korea. We have prepared a harbor in Tanseong large enough to dock fourteen large vessels and we are expecting their arrival. We hope that in this new year, the bonds between Korea and Busang will be strengthened for ten thousand years, against any and all challenges.

May you be blessed by good fortunes.


Signed and approved,
Bak Young, Minister of Foreign Affairs
Wang Jun Min, Chancellor of the Grand Republic of Busang
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January 24, 1906


"Tenno Heika Banzai!" That was the cry as members of the Imperial Army and Special Naval Landing Forces marched across the local towns in a military parade, showcasing the newest artillery pieces their units had just gotten a month ago. The crowds cheered as the men moved up to the fort and other positions along the coast. The men smiled as the crowds waved their small Japanese flags and yelled praises to the Emperor and the Shogun.They had just gotten order from Marshal Admiral Yamamoto and this would be quite significant for them.

The guns' black muzzles shone in the sunlight as horses pulled them up the green slopes to the old fortress. Only the press followed the men now as the large old gray fort stood out in contrast to the ocean. Soldiers from the fort stood at attention as commanders barked orders for the men to move their guns into the fortress. The older Type 31 75 mm guns were being hauled out, most likely to be sent for use among a reserve or secondary unit out on one of the island colonies, as the new Type 38 75 mm Field Guns took their place.

This was meant as a publicity stunt, to warn the Russians of the new Japan's capabilities, and boost morale among the native Ainu population. Yamamoto had ordered one the guns were set up to have press conference, so the people back home could see their fathers and sons doing "glorious things" in name of the Shogun and inspire patriotism.

Major Sugimura took to the small wooden stage hastily set up by his men. He was a military man, not a politician, but did so anyways for it was his orders that demanded he do so. He began. "In honor of his holiness the Emperor and the honorable Shogun today I bring you our newest additions to Fort Subashira. Our Shogun's will to protect the nation is greater than that of our adversaries, and we forever will be victorious. With these new guns our capabilities expand beyond what Japan has ever done before. We are now a world power, and our enemies must accept that. I now open up to questions from the honorable press."

A young man with glasses rose his hand. "Nihon Shimbun Rengosha. What does this new deployment mean? Haven't we had artillery here before?"

Sugimura grinned. "Now that is a good question. In the first time in the history of our empire, we have placed an infantry artillery piece capable of hitting Russia in Fort Subashira. We are currently around five miles away from the Russian mainland from this point, so so the fact our artillery has the reach is significant. If the Russians attacked us today, we could strike back. This is showing Russia the advances in our capability, that we are no longer a small power that can be messed with.

Another man, older this time raised his hand. "Osaka Asahi Shimbun. Does Russia currently have any artillery capable at this range?"

Sugimura nodded. "We believe the Russians have had this ability for some time now, but it is very significant because the majority of their guns are not as mobile as the one we bring to you today. We have had naval guns capable and deployed that could hit at this range, but nothing as significant as this. We have superiority numerically, and our guns are more mobile. We have several key advantages in this case.

"Yokohama Mainichi Shinbun. What do you think the Russian reaction will be?"

Sugimura smiled. "The Russians are inferior to our glorious army and navy in every single way. Our people's will is superior, our men better trained, and our technology more advanced. They have no means of beating us on our home front. If they react militarily I will be shocked, as their power and capability dwindles. They are a European colonizer, one Japan will protect the Orient from. They may protest, they may whine, but there is nothing they can do to stop our might from growing. Tenno Heika Banzai!" With that apparently the conference was over and the Major went over to talk with some reporters. They would drink, they would celebrate for the night in the fortress, happy for the new dawn of a rising power.

Operation Ashika
Midway Atoll
January 24, 1906


The operation would be just like Johnston Atoll, or so he hoped. Admiral Tamemoto watched from the bridge of the HIJMS Fuso, his ironclad battleship as men from the Special Naval Landing Forces rowed out towards the atoll under Lieutenant Colonel Tachibana. They expected the atoll to be uninhabited just as Johnston was, but were prepared to deal with natives should there be a presence on the atoll. His party was going towards Sand Island while Major Saeki was going to take Eastern Island. The plan was to one day set up a large outpost on the island, so in the event of conflict with Busang, they would have a base to attack from. Tachibana watched as his men rowed towards the bigger island, rifles and bayonets ready. This time they were able to actually land on a beach, instead of in the freezing water, so he was happy for that.

But a bigger threat however was natives. Upon landing there were a group of around 16 natives armed with an assortment of muskets, bows, spears, and older rifles. Watching from the high ground were women and children. Tachibana nodded towards his men, "Don't fire unless fire upon. Let me try to work this out." He hoped Saeki wasn't having the same issue. He motioned for one of the men they had captured on Johnston to come forward plus a translator who could speak English. Through the odd system of having two people translate to say one thing took some time, but eventually the message was given. Lower their weapons and allow the Japanese to come onto the island with reward of valuables.

The leader of the natives seemed to ponder this decision before speaking. After translation, it seemed he had agreed. They would have to talk in depth, but Japanese marines continued to pour onto the island, and now it would be hopeless if the natives resisted. Tachibana felt bad for the poor leader, forced to give up his home, but this was his duty. The men started to walk up the beach together, as marines fanned out searching the island for other natives. Tachibana was lead into a large brown tent, something he had never seen before. it was cone shaped and made out of the native wood. To him it was rather interesting.

They talked for hours as Tachibana gained valuable knowledge. The people had come from the Kingdom of Hawaii to settle the island and had lived there for the past 20 years hunting and farming to survive. Ultimately he got what he wanted. In return for allowing the natives to continue to live on the island, they would allow the Japanese to stay. They wouldn't understand, so he figured not to go into the topic of annexing the island as a colony. It was a nice little agreement, and the men shared gifts brought from the Japanese fleet, bringing in tea, dried meats, other Japanese foods, and other trinkets. Tachibana had gifted the chief a watch of his and the two now sipped tea as they Tachibana told the older man about Japan. His tea splashed to the floor however when he heard firing in the distance. Apparently the chief was startled too as he stood. Tachibana looked to his second in command, "What is happening?"

"Sir I believe the firing is coming from Eastern Island."

So it appeared Major Saeki had run into trouble. He looked to the chief and through the translator asked "Are there other people on the island to the east?"

The chief responded with, "There are people on the other island, but they are not my own." Tachibana nodded, relieved the Major wasn't attacking the chief's people. But it meant there was opposition. Tachibana waved his hand. "Thirty men, come with me!" He glanced towards his second in command, "Captain Suzuki, stay here and hold your position."

They began rowing towards Eastern Island, but the distance was significant for just a row boat so by the time they arrived, the firing had ceased. Tachibana waved to the Major as he landed. "Major Saeki, what is going on?"

"Sir we had trouble with some of the natives, a few of their men rushed at me and my men shot them in response. We had a little firefight, but our rifles and maxim gun proved superior."

Tachibana nodded, "Any casualties?"

Saeki looked grim. "Well sir, one of my men was hit in the shoulder with an arrow, but he should recover. We killed all the native men on the island however. I think we ought to send the women and children back to Japan or your island... How did things go for you?"

Tachibana nodded. "I came to an agreement with the local leader to 'allow' us to use the island in return allowing them to continue to live there."

Saeki smiled. "It appears you had it better than us then."

Tachibana replied, "I will have to report to the Admiral soon. Once we have those Army men here we can start building some hosing and facilities. I just can't wait to see some action in Hawaii."

Saeki chuckled, "A real fight would be against those damned Koreans they call Busang or maybe Russia. The sun is setting. You better get rowing to the Fuso otherwise you are going to be out there in the dark!"

The two men started for the boats now happy their mission was complete. This would be the one last stepping stone to their real mission.
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"Lone Man Island", In Western Tennessee Region, North of the Northern Adamite Border

Initiate Amos

It had been about 2 weeks since the initial skirmish with Captain Yules troops, the first significant action for young Amos, and while his injury wasn't perfectly healed he was declared fit enough for action. Wanting to finally get out of that damned medical tent Amos had jumped at the opportunity. Even with that he couldn't help but massage his sore shoulder as he along with rest of his Section made their way along the quiet dirt country road. It was already dark out currently a few hours before dawn with the sun still laying at rest beyond the horizon. Secrecy was an important part of this mission one that had been foisted upon Amos and his compatriots after their successful victory of previous mention as they made their way along quietly on horseback towards what was believed to be the primary base of one known as Captain Yule.

Along with another section of scouts from Nolan's Mounted Rifles, Amo's section had been assigned as the scouting element of the current operation accompanying a Century of Foot Rifles and a Maxim Gun Crew in what was hoped would be the final nail in the coffin of Captain Yule and his Band of Malcontents. Said operation involed an assault upon a place known as "Lone Man Island" the believed primary hideout of one Captain Yule and his band of River Pirates. Said Island was only a few acres large and lied immediately north of Mud Lake in the Mississippi river a mile or so outside the traditional northern border of the Iron Order. This wasn't regarded as much of a concern due to the norm of Iron Legion raiding in the region, hence they couldn't care less. What was a concern was the fact that the island technically lied more so close to the Busang side of the Border and even more importantly the River Monitor that prowled the Mississippi river itself accompanying the Attack force as they made their way towards their destination. Due to the treaty of New Orleans both sides had signed a treaty whereby neither would mass military craft in the river itself, in addition to other provisions of course, thereby creating a demilitarized zone. The Monitor which had been partially concealed as a normal river trade boat was in direct violation of said treaty.

Pains had been made to keep this a secret including the physical carrying of the river overland from it's base in the Caribbean ocean via a mix of train and river travel. First going up the Wolf River till they reached the source of said river, then carried by train to the Pearl River where it once again made it's way along till stopping and being carried by train once again to the Big Black River until finally making it's way to the Yazoo River and finally the Mississippi River itself. A significant undertaking but an important one for keeping this operation out of the prying eyes of the Busang was of paramount importance. The powers that be that lay resting in Atlanta would rather not have a repeat of the border skirmishes that took place after the Mississippi War up until the 1880s. During this bit of clandestine activity they even went so far as to take the main gun off and transport both separately until they reached the Mud Lake. A bit of panic ensued when due to the gun shipment being a bit late but that subsided a few hours later when it finally arrived.

As the riders in the night made their way along Amos recalled the quick briefing he and his fellow had been given. Their role as expected was as scouts locating and observing the target area and finding out if their information was any good. If it turned out good they were to give the signal to the remainder of the force and they would take it from there. It would be the job of the Infantry to Assault the enemy base supported by the Maxim Gun Crew while in contrast it was expected they the scouts would continue to screen the main force keeping an eye out for any escapees from the enemy opposition killing any that they spotted and serving as sort of designated sharpshooters so to speak. The force assembled was a bit of an overwhelming one considering the mission but it was regarded as necessary due to the conflicting and the rather poor nature of the intelligence gathered with enemy troops estimations varying from a high of 100 to as low as 10 men accompanying Captain Yule in his base and discretion being the better part of valor the Staff Leader of the VII "Wolf Runners" Chapter Legate Samson decided it was better to be over prepared than under.

As Intiate Amos made his way along that same very dirt road he was somewhat anxious of what was to come. In his first taste of battle he had been injured and somewhat shamed himself before his comrades. Something that while yes he wished to have rectified still somewhat bought a degree of trepidation within him.

About an hour Later

The smell of gun smoke lay heavy in the air along with smoke from burning structures in a scene of what to an outside observer would appear to be utter chaos. That or the very gates of hell opening up with seemingly demonic figures running amok roaring and screaming some in pain others in triumph. The occasional Boom from a heavy naval cannon erupted intermixed with the occasional characteristic metallic chatter of Maxim going off could be heard as white clad Legionaries assaulted the island that lay host to Captain Yules Band facing off against shadowy figures illuminated only by the flash of guns and the raging inferno that seemed to engulf half the island. The heat was such that even the beasts the rats and even the dogs had had enough and were fleeing the island. The men on both sides endured though as expected.

As the Legionary footmen poured unto the island effecting their incursion via rowboats making use of the suppression afforded by the maxim gun and the darkness itself as cover the Monitors big 12 inch gun made mincemeat of Captain Yules stone and log constructed improvised fort. Bursting the standing walls and flattening whatever small wooden constructions that lay within. Even then The River Pirates had not been rendered helpless and knowing that their ultimate fate was death, either long via torture or short via execution, they fought tenaciously on whatever ground they could. Hiding behind fallen trees and in the cavernous caves and dikes that transected the entire island with some even going so far as to make use of the craters produced from the Monitors Gun fire. From these somewhat hidden places they fired upon the approaching enemy armed with an eclectic mix of pistols and shotguns and hunting rifles against that both outnumbered and outgunned them.

Due to the nature of the fighting Commander Jason, leader of the infantry, had broken down his force into 3 separate echelons attacking from 3 different sides of the island with the goal being to pin the enemy into place with his central echelons which included the Maxim & Crew while the remaining two echelons closed in a pincer movement slowly choke holding the enemy force. Despite all advantages progress was slow and casualties were beginning to mount on his side with the fighting having quickly devolved from the established and proper lines which were broken up by the terrain with individual sections having to fight largely independently in a confusing mess where close quarters and hand to hand where ripe.

All this was occurring while Amos and his Section stood watch on shore occasionally delivering a potshot or two upon the heads of enemies they occasionally saw in the brush. As the night wore on young Amos spotted something in the distance. What appeared to be from his eyes to be a small boat roaring not toward but away from the island. Taking the initiative Amos aimed his rifle lining up his sights upon his rather distant target and firing not once but twice in quick succession. Seeing that the figure was not still Amos notified his Sergeant Malcolm who as commander of the scouts was keeping a firm watch of the progress of the battle. Sergeant Malcolm seeing what young Amos had done commended the boy in a job well done and told him he would keep a note of the kill making sure to mark it's location for later collection after the battle.

A few hours later.

Dawn was here with the sun on the horizon with the last of the enemy resistance largely wiped out either killed or forced to surrender. Though a good number of Legionaries were still sweeping the island for potentially opposition it seemed the battle was now largely won. The enemy had been tougher than expected but they had been overcome. Some simple river pirates were not going to be allowed to get the best of the vaunted Iron Legion obviously. After having been ordered to ferry unto the island and making their way on over Initiate Amos and his fellow scouts had immediately been sent to help out in any way they could. Some went on to collect the dead and wounded while others to help sweep the island trying to find potential hidden enemy troops or even loot. Initiate Amos himself had been taken aside by Sergeant Malcolm and presented before the one named Commander Jacob and his small staff. In a rather gravely voice uncharacteristic of someone his age Jacob spoke:

"This is the Boy you spoke to me about?"

"Yes this is the Man I spoke of." Sergeant Malcolm seemed to puff up with pride for his young charge.

Captain Jacob for his part looked over the young man and seeming to approve of what he saw once again spoke "Well, for what it is worth I would like to personally congratulate you young young man for a job well done." Pointing towards the corpse of a man who stood next to him "You have the honor of having taken out that treacherous bandit Captain Yule."

Initiate Amos stood speechless in shock at what he heard.

"Yep you heard me right you got Yule. Treacherous bandit tried to slip away in the confusion just like last time. lucky us you got those sharp eyes of yours so we got him."

Amos humbled simply stated "Thank you sir."

Commander Jacob nodded and continued "now with formalities down you can collect your head, you earned it, I plan on sending in a notification to your Pack Commander about this recommending you get a rank increase to Prime. Good fighting soldier."

Commander Jacob gave Initiate soon to be Prime Amos returned it with a salute of his own. With that all finished up Initiate Amos grabbing his knife took the head of Captain Yule and went back to the remainder of his section flabbergasted with a mix of both pride and a strange bit of humbleness derived trepidation.


Belligerents
The Iron Legion | Yule's Band
- VII Infantry Chapter

Commanders and leaders
Iron Legion | Yule's Band
Field Commander Jacob | Captain Yule
Staff Commander Neal | First Mate Luke "Mule" Mason
Group Commander Patrick | Quarter master Nile "Peg" Sanford
Group Commander Douglas | Lieutenant Jung "Stone" Sang
Sergeant Malcolm
Quarter Commander Lot

Strength
Iron Legion
- 72 Foot Riflemen
- 72 Support troops
- 24 Mounted Rifles
- 12 Maxim Gunners
- 1 Maxim Gun
River Pirates
- +50 Militants
- Unknown number of Civilian followers

Casualties and losses
Iron Legion
- 10 Dead
- 10 wounded
Yule's Band
- Approx. 40 Killed
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Scandinavian Liberal Paradise

Postby The Ik Ka Ek Akai » Wed May 20, 2020 8:28 pm

L'impero romano d'Occidente
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"There is said to be hope for a sick man, as long as there is life."



Roma

Michael seemed to pause, to hesitate, something in his mind stopping him from kissing the Roman Eagle she presented. If his love were for Rome more than for his own pride, he should have no trouble to carry through, and yet he didn't. Nor did he reject it. He simply stood there, questioning it, trying to analyze the trap she'd so cleverly laid out for him. No matter. She had patience. Even bound, even as a monarch, or a slave, or anything between, she had a patience unbefitting her current status. Then, he proclaimed that he saw naught but a single option to be had, without making it entirely clear what that option was. She breathed a heavy breath and waited to see what might come next, if he truly held himself to the principles he had told her, the ones he had claimed to have established for himself against the wishes of all the East.

He placed his ancient scepter aside, on a lovely mahogany table made of wood from Latin America, surely a breach of the heavenly order that would make Christ himself slap Michael to next Sunday so he could repent for such a sin. He even reaffirmed that he meant what he said, that he would carry through, much to her general surprise. This, before he launched into a spiel about bloodshed among brothers, the curse of Romulus and Remus that had plagued the empire for millennia. Was this a mere distraction, then? She cocked her head slightly, raised an eyebrow, looking to see if he was simply trying to stall. To buy time. To avoid her ultimatum. He promised her with all his heart that she was no slave, but rather he wanted her to be a friend - and yet did not yet take action to prove it.

Her hands were unbound. She might've instinctively rub her wrists, if not for the peculiar circumstance she was in. No, instead, she tried to maintain her posture as best she could, and her gesture, her movement, her offer of her hand and ring, all as they were but moments prior. With the proclamation that he did it for Rome, he finally kissed the eagle, putting his pride, his mighty ego, his imperial crown, aside, to show that he loved Rome more than he loved himself. He also mentioned that he did it for her, though, which was a peculiarity to be sure. He asked her, almost as if proposing, to be an empress, an augusta, a basilissa, and delivered a kiss of informality on each cheek. To the Italians, anyway, this was a mere custom of familiarity - maybe he really did want to be a friend?

Then came the last kiss of them all, straight on her lips.

She almost recoiled. If he was going to surprise her like that, to pull her into his grasp, why even untie her? She protested for but a moment into the kiss, more out of shock than discontent, a sort of whine muffled by their lip contact. Her cheeks flushed, and he pulled away. Her soft glove reached to her lips, touched them, and she almost awkwardly coughed - suppressing the urge - and she thought for a moment: the bachelor of Constantinople, the supposed envy of all women near and far, with his barbarian hair and Greek guile, but a Roman heart apparently devoid of sin but not sympathy. Empathy? Sympath, empath, sociopath, whatever he was, it seemed to be working.

She stuttered and sputtered in her response, or the lack thereof, until finally deciding on the words "I must be quite lucky, if the Bachelor of Constantinople is after me," in that particular order.




San Salvatore

Curaccilo sat at his desk, taking a deep drink of fine wine imported from the Italian homeland. It wasn't his homeland, no, he was a Carib - one who had well earned the right to use his native name. Most military recruits or low-level bureaucrats are granted a Christian name, a Latin name, an Italian name, upon entering service, ones they might keep up to a year, to give them a new sense of identity in the system, a new connection to Italy, to remove their tribal lineage and baggage and help them to work together regardless of their origin. After about a year, many could chose to re-adopt their original name, but many chose not to. It's not who they are anymore, they're now in the system and known to their new friends by a new name. Curaccilo, or Kurashili more properly, had chosen to return to his own name. No, not that, but he had earned it back, grinding his way to the top. He wanted everyone to know whose people, whose tribe, he represented. Curaccilo Carucherra, that was his name as far as the Italians were concerned, and it told everyone all they needed to know about him.

He read over a letter, a puffing out a thick cloud of smoke from his cigar. Tobacco was his native tradition, after all. His heritage. It calmed him, eased his nerves, as he read the report of an incoming Korean delegation from nearby Busang. Of course, an old ally, and a very profitable trade partner indeed. Curaccilo had overseen the Roman monopoly in the Gulf, and had no intention of letting it go anywhere. Containing the Adamites, that wouldn't be the worst thing either. With a creaky laugh, he snuffed his cigar and began penning a new letter. His subordinates would know to make all due preparations, and read up on a few Korean customs just to make sure things went smoothly.

Curaccilo was not a man of culture. Not in the traditional sense. He was born in a small village on a small island, lived as a fisherman, a hunter, and occasional warrior. His enlistment in the colonial auxilia was his way up - he couldn't stay in that life forever. Good for many, but not for him. Giugno il Rosso became his name, owing to his ruddy, sun-bleached hair. The auxilia let him keep his long hair, and gave him a feather to sport. He climbed the ranks, excelling in his restraint, creativity, even administrative tasks. He climbed faster than any. Each new rank gave him a new feather to wear, in a helmet, or in his hair. When he finally got the feather of the imperial eagle, and a brand new office in a brand new mansion, and a mansion for his own private use, that's when he knew he made it, and he reveled in every luxury his office and his stake in various Caribbean businesses could afford to give him.

Curaccilo was not a man of culture, but to the Koreans, he could at least seem like one.

From the Proconsular Office of the Western Empire


To: All Whom It May Concern, within the Grand and Auspicious Korean Republic of Busang

Good health! The Proconsul of the West, Viceroy of Cesara Alessandra Udina Belisaria, and Her chosen representative in all colonial affairs, greets and acknowledges you, and accepts your message. The Occident is in complete agreement about the Barbarians at our borders that threaten civilization in the Americas, and your Honorable and Virtuous Vice Chancellor's delegation shall be met with dignity and respect. We approve of your desires and hopes in this hemisphere, and we share them alike. By the time this message reaches you, negotiations may have already begun. We hope for a good outcome, and prosperity for years to come.

May your burdens be light,
Proconsul of the West, Curaccilo di Carucherra

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Postby Kazarogkai » Thu May 21, 2020 6:49 pm

Miami Hold, West Miami Village, South-Eastern Coastal Florida

Legate Abraham

The small penetrated the air, that and gunpowder, all around in what was designated as the field of operations. While this was only meant as a drill/training exercise the whole affair was done with the utmost severity. For the whole affair nearly 30,000 men had been assembled in this location. The entirety of the Florida based 7th Infantry Command plus small elements from various other units mostly bought on for support(independent engineer companies, supply runners, etc) Alongside all this was a detachment of Naval vessels with the fleet in question consisting of approximately 12 Warships, notably including both of the nation's 2 battleships, along with 20 auxiliary vessels and nearly 200 smaller craft ranging from gunboats to simple canoes to go along with the whole affair. The whole thing was a huge undertaking one that hand't been done in nearly a decade and required a whole years worth of preparation just to get right. The whole thing was so large it most certainly couldn't be hidden from prying eyes both near and distant. Though of course it wasn't like they were trying to.

For generations the Adamites had regarded themselves as the true liberators for the new world from old world colonialism. This was due in part to they being one of the first nations to achieve true independence during the various New World revolutions and upheavals that characterized the late 18th and early half of the 19th. This was a matter of pride and like most things related to such it wasn't a fully rational belief but never the less it was wedded into the very psyche of the people of this land. This was problematic due to one big thing. The Roman West Indies or as they knew it as the Eastern Florida Keys. While Old world colonies still remained in much of the lands of the New World the fact that one lay so close their lands was in many ways a slap in the face. It was an insult in every sense of the word and one that the Adamites had sought to rectify in some way since time immoral but had never been in a good position to do so. While the Iron Legion was a top notch force on land, in theory atleast, such could not be said of the Navy whose long history of mediocrity preceded it. This was as one might expect a major problem in enforcing any claim to an archipelago of small tropical islands even ones so close to them.They had the desire but rarely the means to effect said desire.

And so the Adamites rattled their sabers plotting and planning for what might never come to be always biding their time waiting for a time when they might find their enemies slipping. Until then all they could do was prepare for that day to come. Hence the importance of this whole exercise not only did it offer valuable insights and experience for the men and officers participating and gave the General Staff the ability to see some of their plans in action, atleast on a small scale, but it also in theory had a psychological impact on both the people of Adamia but also on the Corrupt Romans. For the Adamites it was a moral booster meant to assure the people that the government was doing something to effect a change in the status quo. For the Romans a subtle warning that the Adamites were still very much here and should be regarded and respected as the threat they truly were. Their success in holding the strategically important isles in the past should not be regarded as a a guarantee for the future.

Abraham looked upon the coastal waters upon the procession that occurred before from atop his hill that he had designated as his command post. From here the constant chatter and thrum of members of his staff sounded all around with the occasional boom from the sea bound ships and the crack of rifles fired at paper targets. In and out runners some on foot others on horse relayed messages from the front and collected new ones from the command post constantly filtering and bringing forth whatever information was found pertinent to the success of the "mission". Most ended up in the hands of his units staff commander but that didn't mean he sat idly. While it was the duty of the staff officers to draw up and ready plans for the unit it was his along with all other field officers duties to implement those plans in reality and bring them to life so to speak. Appeals for fire support from the Chapters artillery along with "help" requests for the services of various different support units whether that be Engineers or signalers or even Medics. It was his job as Field Legate to handle it and make a judgement call when necessary. If the wrong decision was made men died, if the right one was made men still died but usually fewer hopefully. The crown lay heavy upon the head of this still rather young man of only 26 who had spent better part of 12 years as a military man. First as a conscript or Velite as it was known and then upon finishing up his national service and given the choice to either join the Militia as a Hoplite or fully commit to the Legion as a Crusader or professional fighting man he chose the latter.

It was a long and arduous process and one filled with just as many pitfalls as opportunities both militarily but also politically. Weaving through the multi layered networks of patronage that bound and entangled the officer corps had been a tightrope performance that left one in wonder how what by all appearances looked to be a quiet and meek seemingly smooth skinned young man had come out with no scars apparently. "Balance" would be all he would say and that is the only answer you would be able to get out the man in question. From his low hill based perch Abraham looked upon the scene that unfolded beyond him on the grounds below. If one were to observe they would see two diametrically opposed images. One image was that of the Iron Legion whose commonly referenced moniker "The Spartans of the West" was in full display. The long and tough training standards during which recruits weren't even allowed to wear shoes was compounded with the fact that boys from the age of 12 onward were required to receive a certain degree of martial training during school whereby competence in marksmanship, march, and even basic drill were not only expected but required. Add the strongly martial character of the people where every household was not only allowed but legally required to have a shotgun or rifle, the tradition of hunting in rural areas and strong love towards marksmanship competitions in urban regions mixed together created what one saw before them. The Iron Legion for all it's barbarian inclinations by the standards of the old world was a force that bought pride to their nation by their actions and deeds. In contrast if one where to look upon the Navy the exact opposite feeling would come upon one. The slow and steadily rusting Battleships that plodded along like oversized cows whose obsolescence was painful to see and had rendered them as little better than shore bombardment. Even in that role they were subpar. Their guns were small and few in number with the biggest being only around 8 inches in caliber and the crews were slow to reload almost as if they were dragging their feet intentionally. This is where the dregs of society typically got mucked up to where the majority of officers rather than being purpose trained were disgraced Iron Legion Officers who shamed their country and were assigned to the Navy for penance. Despite the huge coastline of their nation the Adamites had never developed a strong naval tradition. This was in part a consequence of deliberate government policy which placed it's focus and more importantly the majority of the money in developing the interior regions to help better secure it's land borders but also a result of historical issues. Notably their volatile relationship with their former Colonial overlords the British with the first decades of independence characterized by hostile action in the form of constant coastal raiding having been in some ways a long dragged out extension of the National Crusade which had won the nation it's independence. All this and more had left the coasts in many ways a barren and underdeveloped land that lagged behind the rest of the nation. Illiteracy rates were high with significant portions of the population having more knowledge of various especially Indian creoles than proper English, alongside childhood ailments like rickets and pellagra along with the usual things like malaria were widespread and endemic, etc. All this created for a poor conscript pool as is. This wasn't helped by the use of penal soldiers known as penitents who tended to end up more often than not in the Navy, men who as expected didn't tend to take all that well to iron clad discipline.

All this came out in display today as Abraham looked down upon members of his very own X Legion of "Dawn Striders" effected their maneuvers with almost medical precision something that caused the man to beam with pride almost. Looking upon the Navy men on the ships who seemed like ants or better yet chickens with their heads cut off running around on board their ships struggling to even do the most basic of tasks while their commanders screamed in rage at incompetence on display and lashed their whips with wild abandon Abraham could only shake his head. His orders were simply enough: Take the Island known as Magna and secure it from "enemy" control. As the signal was given and his men made their way via Canoe towards the island they were supported by fire from the ships in the form of blanks, more specifically smoke rounds, aimed at theoretical enemy fortifications to aid them in effecting their "mission".

This was meant as a display of strength for the world and more importantly their enemies to behold. They could only hope it would be seen as such.

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Postby Oscalantine » Tue Jun 16, 2020 7:15 pm

By the coast of Tanseong, Punggang
Grand Republic of Busang,
January 1906.


In the Most Serene Imperial States, there are few things more impressive than Gabuk’s impressive hull whirling into motion. Its five massive turrets moved up front and center as the engineered cranked their respective barrels up as far as it could go. In the back of the ship where the launch platforms of Daejanggun-Shingijeon were located, the engineers were busy checking and double checking massive ornate cylinders loaded into each of the four barrels. As the engineers check and double check the gunpowder amounts and ensuring that all arms are loaded with blank rounds, the crew, dressed in white ceremonial uniforms, stood outside the domed inner deck in a neat line-and-file. The central bridge which stood outside the domed cover of the Gabuk alongside the lookout post, stood the admiralty responsible for the Fourth Fleet.

“차렷! 최온대한제중국 제2총독령 국민들을 향하여, 경례!”
(trans: Attention! To the Citizens of the Second Viceroyal Province of the Most Serene Imperial States of Korea, Salute!)

At once, the seamen in the Gabuk as well as Turtle Ships surrounding it uniformly brought up their right hand upwards to their left shoulder, meeting thumb to the end of the clavicle. The motion was followed by a loud, audible “충!” (trans: lit. Chung, 忠, trans. Fidelity, loyalty, alligence) as the thumb met the clavicle for each seamen, officer and soldier alike.

Upon the signal, the blank rounds loaded in each ship fired in unison, with the back hull of Gabuk producing four large, dragon-like stream of smoke which spread out to a brilliant display of fireworks on top of the Gabuk. On cue, the diplomatic procession begins, with neigh of horses driving the carriage hulling the envoys of the Most Serene Imperial States away from the docks of Tanseong and into the capital city where the United States Congress of Busang.



In the General Assembly of the United Congress of Busang
Grand Republic of Busang,
January 1906.


“To the Chancellor and my lords and ladies of the General Assembly of the Grand Republic of Busang, this noble one of the Ministry of Rites would like to express the most sincere graditude to the people of this Imperial State (expn: the Ministries and Magistracy of Korea refers to Korea’s vassals/viceroyalties as a “Imperial State” in singular tense, emphasizing that all states are equal under the Imperial Throne of “the Most Serene Imperial States” which is recognized by the plural tense) for such an astounding welcome.” Minister Goh Jun-bum proclaimed in the General Assembly.

“This noble one hopes that the prosperity that the Imperial State of the Grand Republic of Busang has rightfully earned through ingenious and industrial Korean blood and sweat will continue under the wise and discerning leadership of the United Congress and its line of Chancellorship of this Grand Republic.”

Minister, now much more stern, bowed his upper body towards the thick scroll of silk and gold which were laid in the podium in front of him. Without lifting his head, the Minister reached out with both his arms and gently lifted the scroll from its resting place and up towards the General Assembly. Finally straightening his head and keeping the scroll above his eyeline, the Minister continued:

“This noble one come not bearing one’s own words, but the decree of His Most Serene Imperial Majesty, our master and the sovereign of this Most Serene Imperial States. I beseech my lords and ladies of this General Assembly to give ear to my words, for it bears the words of your Emperor.”

Clearing his throat, the Minister lowered the scroll and undid the wax seal gilded in gold. He carefully expanded the scroll with both is hands, and started to read the contents of the scroll:

To my loyal servants of the Grand Republic of Busang, for too long has this throne (expn: when addressing the line of Emperors as well as himself, the Emperor refers to himself and his predecessors as “this throne,” not far from simply saying “this office”) ignored the hardship and toil of my people in the Mi Continent (expn: The mainland Korea continues the tradition of calling the North American continent “continent of Mi” or “Mi continent” 미대륙, which, in literal translation, is translated as “beautiful continent.”). For too many moons this throne has left the deeds and tributes of the Grand Republic unrewarded. Was it not the Mi continent who, by all rights, had the means to cede from the Imperial States, and become as rebellious as many before and since? And yet my servants remained loyal and steadfast, expressing the very pinnacle of the word 충 in these uncertain times. This throne was burdened by such deeds being left unrewarded.

This is why I have sent t most trusted servants and my fleet to my Imperial State to correct the wrong that this office has caused my servants in the Mi Continent to suffer. No longer will this throne ignore the people of Mi, and no longer will my people’s loyalty go unrewarded.

It is this most serene one’s wishes
(expn: When expressing himself and his authority as the sovereign of the Imperial States, the Emperor states “this most serene one.” Usually when paired with the words “wishes” or “declare,” the statement that follows is literally the “Imperial Decree” that supersedes any law and constitution within the Imperial States. It cannot be revoked and must be followed to the letter, else being branded as being treasonous.) that the Grand Republic of Busang be the singular sovereign of the Viceroyalty of Mi Continent, whose office of Chancellorship be considered my Viceroy of the Mi Continent equal to the Viceroy of Chuk-Jae-Do. The Viceroyalty of Mi Continent will henceforth be the decider of its own fate, free to make law and regulations that will be recognized through the Imperial States as a binding resolution. The Viceroyalty of Mi Continent will hold authority to draft and maintain the forces necessary to enforce my rule over the Most Serene Imperial States under the grace and with the support of this throne. However, the Viceroyalty of Mi Continent shall, for its title, hold the burden and responsibility of conducting all diplomacy of the Most Serene Imperial States within the realm of the Mi Continent and Nam-Mi Continent (expn: “Nam-Mi” is literally “South-Mi,” indicative of continent south of Mi Continent… basically a lump-definition of “South America” for Koreans). The Viceroyalty of Mi Continent shall share the fate of the Most Serene Imperial States in all aspects, and should this throne fall, be responsible for continuing the legitimacy of the Korean people with the Viceroyalty of Chuk-Jae-Do.

To commemorate the elevation of the Grand Republic to its rightful place under my side, I have sent with my minister the necessary power befitting the Imperial State’s position as the master of the Mi Continent. It is this one’s wishes
(expn: “this one” is just how Korean bureaucracy refers to oneself “casually” in the formal settings, including the Emperor. Unless preceding “this most serene one,” “wishes” or “hopes” or the likes literally mean that the Emperor thinks this or that of the situation… after all, even the Emperor knows that he cannot simply “wish” someone’s happiness or good intent. There is no way that not being “happy” with something can be considered treasonous without the entire Imperial States falling apart in rebellion.) that the gifts and position granted by this throne will find my servants well in this trying times. This one is certain that the wise and capable servants of the Mi Continent will put this one’s gifts to good use.

May peace and tranquility ever shine over the Korean people.


Finishing his speech, Minister Goh carefully rolled the scroll back up and handed the scroll to his aid, who took the scroll with the ornamental stance fitted for such Imperial Decrees.

”My lords and ladies, under the decree of His Most Serene Imperial Majesty, this noble one has brought ten Turtle Ship and one Bangpae Turtle Ship to serve as the seedling for the legitimate “fleet of the Viceroyalty” of the Mi Continent. With them this noble one has also brought five-hundred scholar-engineers from Chuk-Jae-Do, whose pay for the service of the Viceroyalty of the Mi Continent will be met by the Imperial Throne.”

”Furthermore, His Most Serene Imperial Majesty has expressed concerns for his servants in the harsh oceans surrounding the Mi Continent, to remedy this, the Ministry of War has decreed that the Fourth National Interest Safeguard Fleet will expand its patrols to all the waters in the West of the Mi Continent. And as per the prestige befitting the office, the Viceroy of the Mi Continent, as with the Viceroy of Chuk-Jae-Do, have the authority to request the Fourth Fleet to an action, and the admiralty will comply as if given an order by the Ministry of War. And, should there be a situation where the Ministry of War cannot provide direction to the Mi Continent, the resources of the Most Serene Imperial States, which includes the Fourth National Interest Safeguard Fleet, shall serve under the pleasure of the Viceroyalty of the Mi Continent.”

”It is this one’s deepest wishes that the changes finds my lords and ladies of the General Assembly well, and it is my responsibility as the Minister of the Ministry of Rites to inform my lord Viceroy of the Mi Continent that the traditions dictates that the Viceroy visit His Most Serene Imperial Majesty at least once in the Viceroy’s reign, and at least once after the changes of the Most Serene Imperial Throne.”

”May prosperity and prestige be found in the founding of this new Viceroyalty! May the peace and tranquility ever be present upon His Most Serene Imperial Majesty! May the Emperor live ten-thousand years!”
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South of Midway, North of the Equator.

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Captain of the ship Ishmael Mane sat before his writing desk with a look of quiet contemplation upon a map of the Pacific and the various islands that could be found within it. He was a modest man of few words who had over his many decades of life from his service in the navy all the way until now in the twilight of his years had earned a much deserved reputation for reliability and diligence that was both necessary and essential for the journey ahead. Hence his election/hiring by the crew of the ship he now commanded. His looks were that of an ancient whose quiet and soft eyes had seen so much and now wished only to rest. Only a little bit more and he could finally retire. Resting in the small cottage of his name in the village of his birth near the sea that he both loved and hated being contented with the company of friends and family until Heaven chose to call his name. This was his hope and this was his desire but in order to fulfill it he had to work and so work he did. Standing from his desk and pacing his quarters he contemplated what was to come. The journey that lay before him and his crew while potentially profitable was a dangerous one filled more obstacles and bumps in the proverbial road than any man should have to endure. Trade with china was a difficult and rare affair among the Adamites not just due to the distance and time with the journey from back to fourth lasting upwards of half a year but due in part to the potential for hostile action that lay ever lurking. In part A consequence of their long and belligerent history with the Europeans meant that Adamite ships even trade vessels found themselves at best unwelcome in the majority of ports along the way and at worst likely to be harassed and potentially fired upon by most others. Once the coast of South America was left behind what lay before any potential sailor was a journey across a big pond with many big and hungry fish ready to kill on sight.

This was why typically Adamite merchants tended to take certain precautions that would be rare outside of war among most nations and their people. The use of protected convoys consisting of up to 12 ships traveling ships along with hidden ship gunnery and firearms for the crew to be used when necessary were among many precautions taken by the merchants of the Iron Order just so they could live their livelihood. Though things had been rough in the early days with the Adamites having never really known a period in which they weren't in some way shape or form under threat from hostile powers things in the past few decades had arguably gotten worse. The expansion of colonial regimes by antagonistic governments across many lands which had in previous decades been largely open had only further cut away the number of markets the Adamites might potentially have access to sell and buy goods only further compounding the crippling Isolation that characterized the rabid dog of the west. As greater numbers of once friendly ports turned their backs upon them this made trade on the high seas all the more difficult and tenuous. Though the journey was a long and difficult one China remained one of the few potentially friendly ports within the Asiatic region providing a source of Luxury goods who while potentially able to be copied(Porcelain, Tea, etc) were difficult to match and so importantly quite valuable within the lands of the Iron Order. The people of Adamia were a poor peoples living within an economy which under the best of times has been characterized as a basket case by the standards of those around; but even they still appreciated what few luxuries they could get.

All this and more weighed upon the mind of Captain Ishmael as he and his fellow crew of 100 or so men traveled the high seas of the Pacific on their quest to China. Only a month or so more and he an his would be in sight of their destination. On the way their they were planning on stopping off on a small atoll west of Hawaii that had come to be known as Midway. The locals were friendly enough and had in previous experience willing to trade food and fresh water supplies in exchange for small manufactured goods bought along for the purpose. Being one of the few areas not under the control of a hostile Colonial Power was a nice plus that meant they weren't forced to sneak around and stay out of sight making the place a reasonably important safe harbor for the journey to China. As mentioned before usually speaking Adamite vessels almost always travel in convoys sometimes though not always with the protection of small warships from the Navy(Frigates primarily) set aside for the purpose. Despite his attempts Captain Ishmael had been unsuccessful in bringing together such an endeavor. Fewer and fewer Ships were willing to brave the long and dangerous journey across the mighty pacific. Though the profits were potentially great as mentioned the risks were high, for most too high. Meant only for the brave or stupid. In all of Captain Ishmael's years one thing he could say for certain was that the difference between the two was based on if one was successful or not.

Pacing his quarters he contemplated the journey he had set himself off on. Though his ships lay alone without the protection of a convoy whether by luck or fortune the whole endeavor had been a largely tranquil affair with only the occasional pain. The night time rush past the Roman Indies, or as any proper Adamite knew them as the Eastern Florida Keys, along with the rare enemy ship sighting having been the only major hiccups in the whole journey which was nearly 1/3 done by this point. South America was a quiet affair with plenty of friendly locals and ports with the only hurdles being in the form of the weather with the infamous winds around the Patagonian Coast being no laughing matter even for an experienced crew such as this. When the time had come with their ships making it's it's final stop in the Incan Coast a mood of melancholy was what could best describe the feeling as they slowly pulled away from friendly seas hoping to one day return at a later date. Other than the unrelenting Sun and the occasional rough rain and waves things had been rather quiet. The rare pit stop in not so friendly ports being the only tension worth mentioning. By all indications things were going well for Captain Ishmael and his crew. But even with that all in mind Captain Ishmael eve the cynic couldn't let go of a feeling that dwelled in the back of his mind that formed knots in the depths of his stomach. There was something on the Horizon and though he didn't know what he could still feel it. As a cremate entered his quarters reporting land sighted said feeling wouldn't let go.

Making his way up top to his perch Ishmael produced a spyglass and looked upon what lay before him only a few miles off...
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Federalist Senators introduced, with President Santiago de Solis' blessings, the '1906 Tax Cut Act' bill in the Senate. This bill will see across the board income tax cuts, with a 5% cut for higher incomes and 10% for lower incomes. The President stated, "the Federalist Party is the party of small government and fiscal responsibility. We do not believe in big government that steals peoples' hard-earned money. This act, and a further tax cut in 1907, will return back to the South American people their money."

The Nationalist Senate Minority leader Evo Tejedor criticized the bill, stating; "this bill will not only deprive our government much needed funds, which could be used to aid the poorest in our society, but is also fiscally irresponsible as it will lead us to deficits and debts. The Federalists, with their fundamentalist economic agenda, shall lead us to bankruptcy."

Polls show that a majority of South Americans support the tax cuts, but that they are also worried about a possible deficit. Government spokesmen have denied that there will be any negative fiscal effects, claiming that lower taxes stimulate economic activity and will thus lead to greater government revenue. Political analysts claim that the bill is an attempt by the President to quell any dissatisfaction from the conservative faction of the Federalists after the 'Act of Economic Developmental Assistance for the Andean States' bill that introduced a spending package for the Andean states.
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Postby Intermountain States » Mon Jul 27, 2020 11:47 am

January, 1906
Namhanggu, Taejas
Grand Republic of Busang


The envoys' first stage of the trip is now complete. The city of Namhaggu is bustling as ever, being an important access to the Atlantic trade. The car ride to the port was cramped and uncomfortable, Kim Yu-jin preferred the luxury of the train, even with the ride almost taking four days. At least at the train, he had the ability to stretch his feet. Unfortunately, the train stops are nowhere near the port so the car ride had to do.

The car stopped near the sidewalks and the envoys stepped out of the vehicle. Yu-jin stretched out his legs and arm to prevent his body from sleeping. As they stepped into the docks, they were greeted by uniformed men.

"You must be Vice-Chancellor Kim Yu-jin," the lead uniformed man said. The Vice-Chancellor nodded.

"Yes I am the Vice-Chancellor," Yu-jin answered. "Are you perhaps Captain Wigung Sa-nang?"

"Indeed I am, Mr. Vice-Chancellor," Captain Wigung answered. "Welcome to the BRS Jayu. There are reserved cabins for the envoys. We'll be leaving in two hours and it will be a long ride to San Salvatore so get comfy."

January, 1906
Sinhan, Punggaang
Grand Republic of Busang


"The Chamber of Delegates will debate on the National Fleet Renewal Act of 1906," Chamber Speaker Kwon Chul announced, tapping the gavel. Federalist Party Delegate Eonbong Iseul risen from his seat.

"Mr. Speaker, as the chief architect of this bill, I implore my colleagues from the Federalist Party and the People's Party to pass this legislation in order to increase funding to our navy. The Chancellorship of Kwak Ji-hu had made it a policy to improve upon the Republic's navy due to the important role they played in securing our borders against the Adamite barbarians during the Mississippi War. Unfortunately, the project had expired after his chancellorship has ended and no more additional funds were diverted toward the navy," Iseul said. "The bill has passed through the defense committee with no opposition. In order to this Republic to remain as a safeguard for the civilized people against the barbarians to our East and for greater cooperation with our allies and brother nations, I ask that we pass the National Fleet Renewal Act of 1906 with unanimous consent. I yield the floor."

"Mr. Speaker, I second the motion," People's Party Leader Rhee Hwan said. "This has been a bipartisan effort and we are happy to announce our full intention in support of this bill. I yield the floor."

"Motion recognized, any objection?" the Speaker said. A minute has gone by without a single peep from the Assembly.

"If there is no objection, the motion will be adopted," the Speaker announced, banging the gavel. "The bill shall be moved to the National Court."




Hundreds of Assemblymen sat down for the special event while hundreds of men, women, and children huddled around at the back. It wasn't often for an important governmental individual from Korea to be visiting Busang. The crowd quieted down as Chancellor Wang Jun-min raised his hands.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Grand Republic, I am pleased to introduce Minister Goh Jun-bum from the Imperial States of Korea," the Chancellor said, motioning to the minister as the crowd clapped. Eonbong Iseul sat with interest as the Korean Minister begins speaking.

So far, the speech was standard fanfare a diplomat would give to a host country. The usual praise of the industriousness or the nobility of the populace, expected of a diplomat but still good to hear. The Minister later moved on to a scroll, explaining that the scroll was the word of the Emperor himself.

As Minister Goh read from the scrolls, Iseul's ears perked up when he heard the Minister read out Busang as the single sovereign of the American continent, a status equal to the powerful Chuk-Jae-Do. Now things are getting interesting. While Busang has already established its own foreign policy since its independence in the 1830s, it is symbolically still connected with the Imperial States. The Grand Republic, despite its republican government, fought to remove itself from the authority of the Chuk-Jae-Do rather than from the symbolic power of the Imperial Throne. For a long time, Korea has considered the Republic to be one of the states that make up the Imperial States. Anything Busang does is an extension of Korea. However, this announcement means that the Emperor has acknowledged that the Republic having the final say in diplomacy regarding the Americas. No other entities within Korea's empire have such authorities except for Chuk-Jae-Do.

"I wonder how the Viceroy of the Chuk-Jae-Do feels about this," Iseul chuckled at the announcement. A nation formed as a rebellion against the Chuk-Jae-Do ending up being just as prestigious as the organization itself. They probably wouldn't care.

The Minister continued with the Emperor's announcement. The Minister announced "gifts" from the Emperor such as a fleet worth of ships, additional naval presence in the Pacific from Korea's Fourth Fleet, and 500 scholar-engineers. It was obvious that the attendees were surprised by these generous gifts from the throne. A fleet worth of ships would bolster the Republic's own navy and Korea's Fourth Fleet would be helpful to Busang as well.

"All this after months long of negotiations between Federalists and People's Party leadership to divert additional funds to the Navy," Iseul thought, shaking his head. Of course, just one of Korea's Bangpae and ten of their MK 3s aren't enough but it would compliment the second build-up of the Republic Navy. What interested Iseul the most was, however, the five hundred scholar engineers. Now, Busang isn't suffering a lack of talents but the scholar officials are among the finest in the Imperial States and five hundred of them would be very helpful in developing the Republic's military when augmented with their own indigenous engineers. The Department of Defense would be very excited to employ them.

Once the Minister completed his speech, the crowd erupted with enthusiasms. Iseul found himself joining the hundreds of Assemblymen standing up to applaud the Minister. Flashes from cameras filled the room as photographers captured the special event. People in the room chanted "Long live the Most Serene Imperial States of Korea, Long live the Grand Republic of Busang!" as Minister Goh Jun-bum shook hands and bowed with Chancellor Wang Jun-min and National Court President Baek Jeon-hwa.

January, 1906
Sinje, Taejas
Grand Republic of Busang


"I'm sorry, Chun-ho, but you want loans for your proposed factories to manufacture motor carriages?" Wang Sung-hoon asked. Jang Chun-ho nodded at his friend's question.

"That is exactly what I want. I have the deed to a tract of land that I would like to create a factory on," Jang Chun-ho added. "I am in contact with a construction company to build this factory, all I need is investments." The banker eyed at his friend with some skepticism.

"This is a relatively new market for a young man like yourself to get involved in," Wang Sung-hoon said. "Most folks are fine walking, on horses, or taking the train. Only the government and the wealthy are using cars and I'm certain that the government already has contracts with other automotive companies. As much as I'd like to help you as a good friend, how can I be certain that the investment wouldn't bite the company in the ass? It is a risk, all I'm saying."

"I understand that it is a risk," Chun-ho answered. "But like you said, it's a new market and it hasn't been fully cornered. I have some ideas for potentially a carriage that could be used by the general public. A product for the masses can surely be a money maker."

"It's still a risky venture," Sung-hoon said. "I will meet with the others to discuss this. However, if you want someone who would be open to such a product, might I suggest a friend of mine?"

"His name is Joo Won-shik, family came from China in the forties. Found oil in his backyard and struck it rich. I'll give you the address and have a talk with him. If you managed to get his support, the bank would likely be open in investments," Sung-hoon added as he wrote down addresses on a notepad, tore off the paper, and handed it to Chun-ho.

"It's the best I can do for you right now."

"Thanks, friend," Chun-ho replied. "I'll search him out. I will get that loan for the factory, I promise you that."
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In the inner caverns of the Parliament Building , The Capital of Atlanta

Scribe Lot

Back in the dark and foreboding shadowlands that were the inner caverns of the nation's Parliament Building a member of the Diplomatic staff by the name of Lot, full name Lot Arthur Saul Hill, A small and mousy man of little consequence was drawing up and finalizing the final touches of what was to be a telegram. Said telegram was an invitation one destined for a nation whose lands lied far to the south who went by the name of The Confederated States of South America, or CSSA for short. Parliament had recently in it's capacity crafted a bill, pushed and encouraged by the Consul of Diplomacy of course, whose goal was the creation of greater economic ties between the two nations for the mutual benefit of both to some degree. Adamia was an isolated land with few friends and a great number of enemies both close and far away. Only a sparing handful of nations were even today willing to maintain any sort of trading relationship and this in many ways was an acknowledgement of that. Adamia was a poor land and and whatever break they could get they had to take it.

The top concern at mind was in the nature of resources. More specifically natural resources. Though blessed in many ways having a great abundance of prime agricultural land, a massive coast and all that entailed, and the iron and coal resources from the control of the southern tip of the Appalachian Mountains the Iron Order was outside of those comparatively lacking. The vast majority of timber giving trees had long ago given way for at first massive plantations in the colonial period and in the post independence era small plots of yeoman farms and the occasional agricultural commune. More importantly most mineral resources other than Iron and Coal were few and far between with their lands providing little if any lead or silver, and with needed industrial resources like copper and tin being few and far between this placed the nation in a tight bind. Though it's small size and population relative to their neighbors was an ever present vice the relatively low quantities of the aforementioned definitively made things harder than they need be.

The hope was that by increasing ties with the CSSA not only would they help with the resource issue providing the nations industrial machine a source of raw resources to fuel it but also it would kill a second bird providing greater access granting the Iron Order a larger market from where to unload their industrial might for their population alone had proven that it alone couldn't sustain it. The Telegram formulated after days of deliberation was ready to be set. All that remained was the one named Scribe Lot to finalize the whole thing and handle the important formalities necessary for such things. When it was all said and done Scribe Lot looked upon his work:

Salutations to Carlo Estaban and the people of the CSSA, may the blessing of God in Heaven be upon you

From the people of this land of Iron and Blood we beseech upon thee a boon. In the past centuries of both are nations existence we have maintained a cordial relationship by all standards engaging in regular and peaceful trade between the merchants of are nations. With the ending of the old century and the beginning of a new the hope is that we can create for both are nations a new Chapter one greater than the one preceding it. Though formal negotiations and terms will be worked out between me and my entourage and your respective nations diplomats I hope to set out some basic terms and desires of what we intend to negotiate about.

Specifically we wish to negotiate the nature of tariffs between our nations and current trade bearers that hinder both are respective merchants from each others markets, secondarily we desire to set up a formal agreement on the use of each others ports by ships of are nations commercial fleets. The goal being a mutual increase in trade and economic ties that could be beneficial to both. Are nation boasts a vast amount of manufacturing goods most importantly for your purposes Mining Equipment and Agricultural Machinery that could help boost your nations Primary Goods sector to greater heights. In contrast your nation has a great amount of raw primary sector goods like lead, copper, tine and the like along with various useful agricultural cash crops that are greatly desired within are own nation to fuel are industries.

The hope is we can settle down for formal discussion and arrange talks in the following weeks. Probably in your lands to make you feel more comfortable. If Allowed I plan on bringing with me a small entourage of approximately twenty four. A dozen civilians and a dozen soldiers as is customary among my people if that wouldn't be an issue. Were hoping for sometime within the next 30 days upon you receiving this letter assuming all goes well. Again I have via the Parliament been granted the ability to negotiate the treaty within my own discretion so a full range of discussion can be made. Whatever the case I can only hope you and your nation find this to be of interest and we together can come to a mutually beneficial outcome for both of are nations.

With highest regard,
Consul Joshua Mathis Don Carpenter.


Scribe Lot looked upon the telegram and seeing that all was well enough with it with potentially mistakes and errors remedied he sought about on the task of having the important thing delivered. First placing the letter in a formal envelope with the official seals and marks befitting a telegram from the Committee of Diplomacy before finally fetching a young man by the name of Nole who served in his capacity as a message runner. Nole with package in hand made his way out the building and ran for the docks putting emphasis to his job as a runner. Upon arriving the he handed the package off to an official of the Government who met him there and who after saying his adieus made his way onto the next boat to South America to deliver the message.

And so things went.
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January 1906
Mexico City

The first rays of sunlight peeked over the mountains. The chirping of birds and the sounds of hustle and bustle were audible but still relatively quiet. In the national palace, the emperor’s quarters remained quiet. Two servants stood at the door, awaiting their master’s emergence. After half an hour, nothing had happened. Emperor Salvador had never slept in before- he liked to assemble his court early in the day to tackle the days tasks. And yet the servants stood waiting, not wishing to disturb the emperors sleep.

Still more time passed. The servants were now worried. They were forced to weigh the options- knock on the emperors’ door and risk being punished for disrupting the emperor in his chamber, or be scolded for failing to properly aid the emperor to accomplish his morning routine? Luckily for the servants, the decision would be made for them. The steward of the national palaces residential wing came by surprise, upset at the servants for being late to their next task.

“What is going on here? You are supposed to be scrubbing the washrooms!” – said the steward in a shrill voice. The servants bowed their heads because they were in the presence of a superior.

One of the servants spoke up. “Sir, the emperor has not come out of his chamber. We have been waiting to open the door so we can help him fit his clothes, but it’s been quiet” The steward looked unamused by the servants excuse.

“Well did either of you try knocking?” said the steward. “No” the servants nodded their heads.

The steward looked up, taking a deep breath. He thought about whether he should knock on the door, or keep waiting. But it was late, and he decided that the court could not keep waiting. “Okay, stand over there. I’m knocking.”

The servants stepped back, allowing the steward to approach the door. He gently knocked the door with the back of his hand, using his knuckles. The sound of his hands pounding the dark mahogany doors made a deep but faint noise. Nothing. The steward looked back, both servants looking at him, thankful that he had taken the initiative (and therefore, the risk) in this situation. “Let’s wait a few more minutes.” The three men stood in front of the doors, hoping for the emperor to come out. After a few more minutes, the steward tried knocking again, this time using his formal voice to try to elicit a response- “Your majesty, its thirty past six, the court is waiting for you!”

After nothing happened, the steward was almost terrified by the thought that perhaps the emperor was hurt. He turned pale, and he broke out into a cold sweat. He looked back at the servants, who were shaken by their superior’s wide eyes and perturbed demeanor. “O-kay. I am opening the doors to make sure he is okay. Keep standing by the doors.” He cracked the door open, opening it just enough to slip in quietly.

The room was dark, still shaded by the curtains. The room was strangely chilly, almost as if something had sucked the heat out like a vacuum. “Someone hasn’t put fuel into the furnace”- thought the steward. He saw the emperor was still laying down. He called to him in a gentle tone “Your majesty. Please do wake. The court it waiting and as your steward its my job to keep this household in order.” The emperor was still. “Emperor?....” By now the stewards heart was beating harder than usual, sensing that something was wrong. He tried calling a few more times, still hoping that the emperor was just asleep. He walked a few more paces until he was at the emperor’s bedside. “…..Your majesty!” He lost his composure a little, shaking the old man trying to get him to wake up. His skin was cold to the touch. “Your majesty!” He laid his ear on his chest, but he heard nothing. Now panicked, he ran outside the chamber to the hall wearing a set of wide distressed eyes. “Call Don Ramon, the doctor! Now hurry!”- the servants were startled, but after some moments they hurried away in search of the doctor.

As the servants turned the corner out of sight, the steward turned around to close the doors behind him. He leaned on the doors with his hands, looking down at the floral patterns on the tile floor. He took this time to recompose himself. He had just discovered his master was dead- a moment he knew would come but never did he know that death would come some suddenly. He prayed to God for the strength to endure his shock.

“Lord please help me. Lord help us all”- he thought as he wiped the sweat off his forehead.
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Postby TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON » Wed Jul 29, 2020 12:09 pm

South of Midway
January 26, 1906


"Admiral Sir! Report from the Kamikaze. They have sighted several ships in the south. They were last seen 6 miles from the coast."

Admiral Tamemoto glanced up at the young officer after looking at his charts with his fellow senior commanders. "Are they Korean?"

"The Kamikaze did not specify sir!"

Tamemoto nodded. "Where are they now?"

"Sir the Kamikaze is monitoring their movements. The report was from half an hour ago sir!"

Tamemoto looked at the map and then at his other commanders ignoring the officer. "How could the Koreans know?! We seized the island just a few days ago. It is impossible unless we have a spy in Tokyo."

A captain spoke up. "What if they are just merchant ships?"

Tamemoto stared at the map. "We must find out who they are and their intentions. But remember, they cannot know about our occupation of the islands until the diplomats in Tokyo assert our claim over them. Dispatch two torpedo boat destroyers to intercept and investigate. If needed, they are authorized to engage."

Half an Hour Later

Two destroyers made their way towards the mysterious ships, as the captain of the destroyer looked in his binoculars. "They look to be Adamites!"

His second in command nodded. "Ah thank the gods, they are not Korean. We still must do our job, investigate and turn them back."

The captain motioned to several sailors. "Prepare the main guns! Be ready to engage. We don't know their intentions. Have our boarding party readied."

As men rushed on the deck, guns being loaded and stations manned, a signal was sent out to the Adamites. "YOU HAVE ENTERED OPERATIONAL WATERS OF THE IMPERIAL JAPANESE NAVY. PREPARE TO BE BOARDED. PLEASE DO NOT RESIST. YOU HAVE ENTERED OPERATIONAL WATERS OF THE IMPERIAL JAPANESE NAVY. PREPARE TO BE BOARDED. PLEASE DO NOT RESIST."

Lieutenant Koichi waved his sword in one hand as he pulled back the steel hammer of his Type 26 Revolver, readying the 9mm round inside. "Get ready men! Prepare to board!"

His sailors, a group of 15 young men trained by the SNLF in boarding and landing tactics and armed with swords, pistols, and rifles, could be seen with nervous energy, readying their weapons. Rounds were being chambered and swords drawn.

Koichi looked at the Adamite ship and then his men. "You know the drill men. For the Shogunate! For the Emperor!"

"Tenno Heika Banzai!" they cried.

Koichi turned nervous himself, as he steeled his nerves ready to face whatever was thrown at him.
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Postby Tracian Empire » Sun Sep 06, 2020 4:32 pm

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Βασιλεία τῶν Ῥωμαίων
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The Empire of the Romans

Βασιλεία Ῥωμαίων
Basileía Rhōmaíōn
The Roman Empire

Η βασιλεύς Σύγκλητος και ο Λαός της Ρώμης
I Basileus Sýnklitos kai o Laós tis Rómis
The Emperor, Senate and People of Rome


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Cross of the King of Kings, Rule in Reigning



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An Empress and an Emperor


He clearly hadn't thought that through.

This entire situation had been difficult enough to begin with, unconstrained by all the written and unwritten rules that made the Imperial Court of Constantinople function like clockwork. Most of what he had been taught back then was also going to be pretty useless in such a situation, unless he wanted to purposely start a war between the two separated parts of the empire. So he had tried to improvise, to try to somehow put everything he believed in and hoped for into words. Even if improvising in his conversation with her was somehow a lot more difficult than improvising a plan to escape from the ambush of tribal rebels in Africa. Despite that though, it seemed to have worked pretty well. She had taken him by surprise for sure, with her request for him to prove his true intentions by kissing her ring... but there hadn't been any hesitation on his behalf. And that final part.. was a formality. Or at least it started as such. He had untied her hands, now, what better way was there to show that he was treating her as an equal? Greeting one by kissing them on the cheeks was a traditional greeting around the Inner Sea for ages, so no Emperor of the East had ever done it to an Emperor of the West since Justinian and Belisarius, or maybe even back during the pagan days of Diocletian and Maximian. No one had this honor in the East, not even the Ecumenical Patriarch. The Viceroy of Jesus Christ, the Basileus Sebastos was supposed to have no equals, after all. Kissing her ring was already bad enough, and would have certainly already earned him a place as the object of a public dismemberment in the Hippodrome, but this...As he was doing it, Michael was feeling as if the entire line of Emperors from Justinian to his father were right behind him, staring at him so intensely that he had to suppress the reflex to shiver. Even his namesake, Michael VII, who was well known for the olive branch that he had offered to the West following the Massacre of the Latins and the Frankrokratia, would have seen this as beyond sacrilegious. In fact, this Michael was fairly certain that his ancestor Michael would have slapped him back to Constantinople if he were to witness this. But it was worth it. All of it was worth it. For that one chance for friendship and peace.

And then right at the end..he looked at her. Directly in her eyes, for just a moment. And then.. he had leaned forward, and he had kissed her.

It had lasted for just another moment, just their lips touching, before he had taken a step back, turning red..but it was done.

It was difficult to tell whether Michael had turned more red or more pale for a moment there, as he had looked around, partially to see if anyone had seen them, and partially to check, to be sure that an army of undead Eastern Emperors wasn't storming into the palace right now to rip him apart. As he looked back at her, she was just as red, but as she spoke, he didn't even truly understand her. He hesitated for a few more moments, still clearly embarrassed.

"I'm.. sorry. For a moment there, I was.. overwhelmed. How could anyone not be? But.. matters of the heart to do not always mesh well with matters of the state, do they? And yet when your love for something is too great, you are ready to do anything." He closed his eyes for a moment, sighing. "I did not lie before, but I do not want to just pull the rug out from under you, and expect you to just agree to everything that I said. For all my proposals, for all my dreams...I never.. I never thought about it from your perspective. When I left Constantinople, I did so exactly like a foolish idealist. I thought.. I thought that I was simply going to visit a childhood friend, that I was just going to explain everything that I thought about, and that you would just accept. I didn't think about how it might look from the other side.. I.. I wasn't in Constantinople at the time, but I was told later that.. when you ascended to the throne, my father ordered you to come to Constantinople and take your regalia from his hands. I should have thought better about how that might make my visit to Rome look like. And it might not matter much, but I must and I will apologize for what he has done."

He remained quiet for a few moments. "But I meant everything that I said. I know that trying to bring the two parts of the empire closer together might seem just to be just a foolish dream. I know all too well that there are people on both sides that hate the other side so much, that they forget that we are all Roman.. and I know all too well that my.. father, is perhaps the best example of such a person. I know that all those people would oppose any talks of closer or friendlier relations. And I also know that even if there has been no Basileus in Constantinople to die from an assassin's blade in centuries, attempting to abandon Constantinople's supremacy in this diarchy is something that might very well lead to blades being directed at me. But it is worth it. We are surrounded by potential enemies from all sides, and even if some might not realize it yet, the enemies of the West are the enemies of the East, and the enemies of the East are the enemies of the West. The Jacobins in France would love nothing more than to see the crowns of both the Old Rome and the New fall, while the pagan Babylonians hate our entire civilization. The Germans to the north, as divided as they might be, are waiting only for the right time to strike to the south again. The tensions in Europe are rising. And the East has seen all too well that wars in this age can only be won through rivers of blood. I.. have seen that very well. I will not let the future of Rome hang in the balance just because of the stubborn pride of my ancestors. Michael sighed yet again. "I think that I have proven that I can throw my pride away from the sake of Rome, and maybe, that I will not treat you as they see you. I know that it would be unfair to expect much after just a discussion, that I can not expect you to agree to everything that I said. But I want to know.. what you think. What you want. Do you think that there is still hope for our two Romes? Do you think that there is anything that can be done to end so many centuries of bad blood and rivalries? Do you think that it would be even worth it to try? Or do you even want it?"
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South of Midway, North of the Equator.

ACS Black Crane

The day had been a rather hot and muggy one as one might expect so near the equator. A lazy and languishing fog permeated the area contrasting rather oddly with the high noon position of the sun. This created conditions that were ripe for the sweat inducing and sticky humidity that one would find familiar back in their homeland and which added an extra layer of home sickness for the men aboard this ship. As their ship slowly with the steady sound of puttering steam engines made it's way to what was hoped would be a safe port though always a cautious lot they knew little of the great danger that lay ahead of them.

"YOU HAVE ENTERED OPERATIONAL WATERS OF THE IMPERIAL JAPANESE NAVY. PREPARE TO BE BOARDED. PLEASE DO NOT RESIST."

These words blared from a speaker produced from a reasonably sized warship that had seemingly emerged from nowhere where the first sign of something gone wrong. The men onboard and certainly Captain Ishmael knew of the Territorial Waters from which the Japanese operated from. Midway a known free port in the region was certainly not that. But nonetheless these were the words that were coming to them. As the potentially hostile ship slowly approached for only a second Captain Ishmael thought "Could we be further west than I thought?" before dismissing such an outrageous theory. Nay far more likely was another possibility: In the ever treacherous game of islands that had for the past decades taken place within this region the situation had once again changed.

As Captain Ishmael made his way down from his perch he shouted commands to and from for the men from the raising of an all black flag of parley to the assembly of all crew upon the main deck. By the time Captain Ishmael had made his way unto the deck a small mishmash of items had laid down for him. These consisted of two aging but functional stools and a small parlor table atop which lay a tea set made from Chinese porcelain. Captain slowly sat himself down and readied himself for what was to be.

Moments later...

As the two ships converged upon each others positions they were able to assemble themselves in such a way as to allow a gangplank to be levied between the two which provided a means by which the boarding crew of the Japanese destroyer to make it's way onto that of the Black Crane with little difficulties. What they would find would be a rather odd scene one might say. What presumably was the entirety of the crew of the Adamite Trade ship, all 144 men including the Captain, were assembled upon the deck. Most were quiet sitting down or standing and lounging upon the railway looking on with only mild interest, a good number were sipping tea and or eating while others still with no interest in the proceedings were with cards or dice gambling with the floor of the deck serving as their board. Like the nation that they called home the crew was a motley assemblage. Though the majority were clearly of a European stock a few stood out as others ranging from one or two Africans to a handful of Indians and even a couple who were clearly of an ambiguous or mixed background. Their clothes were simple but practical consisting primarily of cotton or wool garments in principally dark or earth tone colors usually composed of a mix of buttoned shirts and simple trousers with felt wide brimmed caps and the occasional wool poncho or cloak kept for warmth. As was the usual style of male ware within their land the bulk wore both suspenders and belts the later of which tended to display heavy metal buckles whose various forms and styles while varying were clearly of a related and distinctive look.

With that being said All were assembled and importantly all were very much armed. The majority carried a mixture of revolvers and fighting daggers the latter of which put in full display the blade culture from which dueling and even trials by combat were a regular occurrence something that the Adamites were both famed and loathed for. A small handful of men carried long guns in the form of shotguns and rifles, but these were mostly dated models including black powder rolling blocks and even some double barrel coach guns. Though none of these weapons were openly carried in a hostile manner being either holstered or slung on backs or placed on walls they were still present indicating while the Adamites crewmen were behaving peacefully that could if need be change at the drop of a hat.

Laying at the center of all this was Captain Ishmael who like an elder statesman sat serenely upon his stool waiting patiently. A small man barely standing more than 4'10 at his greatest height and with a wiry and small frame to boot; despite this than came off due to presence alone as far larger than he truly was. He was a rather modest man with simple garb not much different from that of his crewmen with a Prussian blue shirt and trousers and a black cap. His features were that of man long past his prime but who despite his furrowed brow, parchment like skin, and watery tired eyes there lay within the soul of this man a strength and perseverance gained after decades of having to bear the weight of the world upon ones shoulders. Immediately behind Captain Ishmael was a man of clearly Asiatic origins who while clearly not Japanese, more likely a Malay or a Thai Possibly, was presumably's the Captain's translator. As the boarding party made it's way upon the ship he with a motion of his hand beckoned them forward to his position.
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