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Postby HypErcApitAl » Tue Sep 08, 2020 5:52 pm

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BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

The Bunkers

"Allegra, get your stuffs." Sprout commanded.

"Really, Sprout? You'd better be pulling my leg here." Allegra responded.

"No, my love, I am not. I'm serious as a Cobra bite." Sprout said.

"You think I want to sit-up in this bunker all day with two assholes? You think I want my citizenry to be stuck in bunkers beneath their Ancestral Homeland? I say 'Nay! Let the people roam freely, just as we have long ago when we were Anarcho-Environmentalist.' When you sacrifice Freedoms over Safeties, then you deserve motherfucking neither. So, I say, 'let's get the fuck out of this godforsaken bunker before I have to throw another Pump at Sanders and Dynamite again!' I was trying my hardest to not Suffer, but I guess, we have to do our moral obligations as Aimeslandish." Sprout started to go on a spiel.

"Yes, but..." Allegra tried to lobby.

"AS LONG AS I AM STILL PRESIDENT, I AM GOING TO RALLY MY ASS OFF." Sprout shouted.

"I WAS BORN FOR THIS. JUST LIKE I WAS BORN FOR CHEERLEADING AND OTHER AIMESLANDISH THINGS, I WAS BORN TO BE SITTING IN A DESK. I DON'T CARE WHAT THE REDS SAY, I WILL FIGHT GUNS BLAZING FOR MY RIGHT." Sprout continued.

"You're either w/ me, or against me."

"But! Sprout! I was with you all-the-way! You can't say that!" Allegra cried.

Allegra knelt.

"ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MOTHERFUCKIN' REDS, IN MOTHERFUCKIN' IKESVILLE."

Sprout unsheathed her sword and raised it above her head majestically.

"Do you think I give a shit what happens? No. I have been fighting too long for this Country. I literally ran on Aimeslandish Idealism. You think you'd want the Deepstatists and Laborists to takeover?"

Although it was a rhetorical question, Allegra cried.

"Um, no." She raised her finger.

"Okay, then." Sprout placed her left hand on her hip - her sword-holding hand was her right, as-of-now, but Sprout was ambidextrous. And even besides that, she had been practicing and training her skills for a very-long time. Yes, she was 26, and she was a bit too old for the position of POTBRA (infact, she was the fourth-oldest Aimeslandish President), but Sprout knew alot. She had alot of passion and emotion and talent. Sprout was pretty-much on the same level as Aristonia herself.

The country had dealt too much in mythic legends, fiction, talltales, and so on.

It was too much to lose; not enough to Gain, even with the bombing of 'Cham - but, there was so much Legacy in Chamberlain. Too much to lose. Too much to hold onto with your might. And that's one of many reasons as to why Aimeslandia fought honorably. If they stopped, and they started lashing pains onto their enemies, then their enemies wouldn't hold-back. Their enemies would have more reason to go hard.

Acheter, lever, l'epee - (Achieve, bring-up, the Sword)

But, there was so much than just ALL, there were many slogans and chants to be cried-out. Aimeslandish Propaganda and Sloganeering was many, much like their spirit.

It was like trying to teach an old dog new tricks - very, very hard ifnot, Impossible (technically), these peoples were stuck in their way. No one could truly change them but them, and that's what the Aimeslandish were starting to do. They had President Winston and her Administration. They had their swords and bucklers. They had integrity and poise. They weren't cowardly. They were steadfast. They pulled-out their swords from their sheaths, started swinging - and swinging hard. They had Lemonade. They continued to fight on.

"Shit. I gotta bring the Resolute Desk with me." Sprout thought aloud.

The woman was going to use the two soldiers (Sanders and Dynamite) as pack mules, help her carry-out the Desk, and then, Sprout would do what she'd done best - Lead.

The Aimeslandish Secret Service had protected Sprout, they weren't so sure if she should leave the Bunker, but since she was the Executive, they were willing to try. The bodyguards held-up their rifles and whatever weapons they were assigned with, or the weaponry that they've held sufficient skill and mastery with - as they've trained their hardest to protect the President. It was The Senate and the Executive, and the POTBRA-as-of-now held alot of support in the public eye - her approval rating was in the eighties, and it looked like it may skyrocket. The Winstonites were growing restless, and very tired of half the country being in ruins. The Aimeslandish had survived and fought hard, but there was still many an issue or challenge for them to face.

Although the Samston House was bombed - and bombed hard, many an Aimeslandish had stood with the President in yet another string of defying moves, daring their enemy.

The curfew, a product of the Martial Law, also caused Aimeslandish Piracy, which was state-sponsored - the Economy had been falling to shit at the time, so it was well-deserved that they try their hardest to go out and fix it, even if they had to commit crimes. But, there was still Slavery. There wasn't just Chattel Slavery, but Slavery itself had to be abolished. All slavery. Why?

Because freedom is the right of ALL sentient beings - not just a select few. Not the bourgeoisle. Not the Gentry. Not no one else, but the People. And so, the People followed Demos' lead and voted-in their leaders. They voted-in their senators, though the Exec. could also select some Senate Members too. You see, Aimesland was a proud Democratic Republic. A proud state that formed from Anarchism, specifically Anarcho-Environmentalism. Aimesland also was a Basketcase Democracy, which had meant voting wasn't merely placing papers in ballots. This voting was Aimeslandish. They had placed their sticks in their baskets - let the Electoral Colleges count-up all the sticks, and he who had the most sticks - and the most Character - won the Election, and was now President-Elect. So what now? Aimesland wasn't going to mess-up their Due Process. Their checks-and-balances. Their democratic values and ways. Democracy was enshrined in the Nation, much like Aimeslandish Culture. Much like Aimeslandish Atheism.

Aimesland had many remnants from, and of, their Anarchism. Aimeslandish Classicism and the Social Contract was one of them. If the Contract was broke, then mass riots, anarchy, and chaos'd ensue - such Madness, but such was how Aimesland defended herself and her culture. Aimeslandia was very-strong, so strong that they were an Armed Republic, a Gothic Republic, a Lemonade Republic, Winstonian, a Weird Democracy, and so many other kinds of Democracies and Republicanisms. Aimesland had broken the Mold - there was no such thing as a "Model Citizen," Aimeslandish were very individualistic, very unique peoples with their own philosophies and personal ideologies, their own personal ways of doing things. There was no point in letting the Bear kill the Aimeslandish Coiled Snake. There was no point in letting the Enemy see Aimesland's weaknesses - so that's why they've held certain practices as such.

Aimeslandish Cornucopia had to survive for the Ages.

Oh Horn-of-Plenty
One Horn-of-Plenty for us all
And when we raise the Cry

The brave shall heed the call
And we shall never falter
One Horn-of-Plenty for us all






Aimesland Advances!

Ave Demokratia. Ave Technologia. Ave Victoria.




Chamberlain, the capital city, the Seat-of-Governance - The Capitol will last forever - no matter what, no matter the Cost.

'Til all are One.




It was a Post-Chamberlain Reality, but what don't kill makes you Stronger. The bombings and razings had only helped not harmed. The enemy may raze Aimeslandia to the ground, but she shall always Stand.

Theed, Harkness, Ambercity, Ikesville, Troy, Halifax, Kent, and other cities. The east-west, but nevermore - the snake shall slither. New discoveries shall be Made. New inventions patented. Aimesland Advances! The Future is Nigh, the days of Dust are no more!

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The Red Cogwheel of Technocracy shall stand!

Chamberlain wasn't that populated anyways - if the Enemy were looking for Population, then, they should've went to Ambercity. Chamberlain was the Seat-of-Governance, Ambercity was a Public City or a Major City. Ambercity was bustling with people - densely-populated, and even more when you factor in Romance and Romanticism.

They stroke Chamberlain, disgraced it, but it will never truly be Disgraced. Aimesland - Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken - and most-definitely Unsullied. The Enemy will never touch Chamberlain, the Halls still stand! In spirit, it will always remain! Aimesland will never die!

Like ANONYMOUS said, you cannot kill an Idea - Ideas are Bulletproof.

There's always hope.

People didn't learn, and most-definitely not the Deepstatists and Laborists - there were far too many cops for any revolution or revolt to end-up successfully, many a fascist or communist would've ended up dead and carried by six - especially in the most-populated cities. And then, you have to factor-in all of the mobs and militias that formed, holding-up their torches and pitchforks, their swords, their Hunting-rifles, and whatsoever else they may be holding in-hand at the time. There was so much that didn't allow a bloodless coup to form in Aimesland, as the Aimeslandish would've most-certainly went out with a bang - or many, many bangs.

Now, they were in bunkers. It sucked to suck, but that's what had happened. They fought, but now grew tired, so they've rested. Rest up, your time will come.

And all the flagwaving nationalists . . .





The economy was falling because the Gov't had spent-up so much Chi on Armaments, on modernization for its GAR. Aimesland was up-for-par everywhere else, but still had to update and create more weapons in factories, or use-up all of its old weaponry - even if that had meant more totalities and casualties.

More blimps, planes and other vehicles were made - for the branches of the military, and even two new weapons were invented (the Empurata Lightmachinegun ((LMG)) and the Shockwave Demolition Grenades, or SDGs.), also, Aimesland had bought several guns from its allies - the Newne Carribbean Empire, Norcourt, the Warglorian Reich, the Austerran Confederacy, and the USSK, though the latter (the Monarcho-Communists) wasn't really an "ally," per se but just in it for money - they supplied both sides and took the Bloodmoney.

Aimeslandish Industry would severely-increase, not by way of them merely being Technocratic, but because the Armedforces needed more and more. This would increase drastically by every decade, by every century, and so on; so forth. Already, this year (1938), there was so much demanded of Aimeslands' GAR and not that much demanded of the reds. Aimesland's isolationism, Armed Neutrality, Non-interventionism, and its other policies would've costed it, much like Aimesland's strict domestic policy regarding Naval Waters had sparked-up a war with the Warmongering Nihonese. Aimesland was only defending herself - afterall, she was a hippy nation. She was used to not fighting. She hadn't fought since her last incarnation (Anarcho-Environmentalist Aimesland), so people shouldn't really be strict on the Aimeslandish. By proxy, this had meant Aimesland's "weakspot" was its Army, but The Senate has rallied (in Sprout's first year as President, she had completed so much. She'd even completed the things she'd campaigned upon.) to quickly-improve these shortcomings, though the future looks uncertain. The Future looks daunting and depressing for the Weird Democracy, but Aimesland has faced many a challenge already before.

With treaties and treatises, Aimesland may be going backward in that way since its enemies would've wanted them weaker than usual, or "usual," since they fought hard and were very brave, very stubborn. Aimeslandish were a proud people. A rowdy bunch, but also quiet. It was a weird doublethink, a weird duality.

"only 30 y/a, Aimeslands' Navy was its finest, but now, it was..." the enemies had said and conspired against the lovely, old nation of youngins.

They continued to mock and make-fun of Aimesland for not being warmongering like them.

The Aimeslandish were Ge talenteerde, or Wunderkind. They knew how to woodwork. They knew many trades and arts and skills. They were laborious and artsy, but certain things had made them seem lazier or crazier to others. It was a weird system of being contrarily. A weird paradox, but such was the sort - the Aimeslandish were a free people, did what they wanted with their freedom, and moreso.

Aimesland was a weird, colorful society - their architecture a sprawl of pastel and neon colors. The people "dressed weirdly," but because they were very avant-garde, very forward-thinking - as a result of Futurism, but also as a result of formerly being Anarch. Aimesland was accelerationist, accelerating herself far-far forward, seeming "Radical Liberal" or Ultraprogressive, but it was such to be egalitarian and not totalitarian or utilitarian or objectivist.

Aimesland resisted, did they not?

And, they continued. They planned and plotted and schemed to not be forgotten in the annals of History. In the Historybooks. Aimesland Advances.




In the bunkers below, Aimeslandish Nationalists chanted, "AIMESLAND WILL NEVER DIE - AIMESLAND ADVANCES," they were at-work. No matter what happened, the Reds were always there, but there were always ways. The Aimeslandish were a cheery, optimistic folk.

A rebellious, proud people.



"LET HAIL DETH UPON THEE ENEMEE WITH THINE ARROWE!" A girl yelled.



Aimeslandish Propaganda was at-work, still. Even being bunkered-down made them more angry. More resilient. More vicious. But, the propagandists and ideologues continued no matter what, even if they couldn't see the Light-of-Day. Even if they had to use lamps and candles, their electricity, and other lightsources.

Aimesland, a Forested State, but there were always the cities to the East and West that continuously grew and grew and grew.

At some point, Aimeslandish would venture out to the North and South, but the North and South were barely inhabited, and because of this, several divides. There were many countrysides. But, supply lines and trains had to move all throughout the country so that many would be informed. Many schools propped-up, as Aimesland was a College State. Aimesland greatly-valued Education and Academia.

They'd fought (the Government had fought hard to take care of both itself and the People), and so these divides were becoming lesser and lesser - Aimesland was isolated, so it had alotta time to look after its Domestic Issues and Policies. She continued to look-after herself, and Ambercity. The Public City grew, it got huger and huger - many flocked there since many a game and sport was there. Ambercity was a great place for Commerce and Racing, the port-cities were mostly fishmongers, but also focused on the commercial too. At the time, Aimesland wasn't yet a Pirate Republic or Commercial Republic, but now - it was. The times change, don't they?

. . .


And, 'Aime would continue to change. More cities. More sprawl. More urbanites and suburbanites. DOWN WITH THE COMMUNISTS!- before they shouted cries about the "Bourgeoisie" and Class Wars, and whatnot. Those goshdarned Laborists and their "Labor Laws," how they would've royally-screwed-up Aimesland, though, 'Aime did adapt to Laborism and Syndicalism. It adapted and continued to move-on as if Naught happened.

The Spring Liberalists would've continued, but, good things don't last forever - maybe it was good they teamed-up with the Chromists.




"So, we're prolly gonna go Southwest." Sprout advised.

"Why SW?" Allegra asked.

" 'Cause we gotta go to the South." Sprout answered.

"Isn't there nothing?" Allegra asked again.

Sprout chuckled.

"I'm sure there is. To be completely-honest with you, I've been all throughout the East and West. I've only been to two places in the North." Sprout told.

"We won't be the only ones going, don't worry." Sprout hugged.

Allegra hugged her, back.

"To be completely-honest..."

Allegra laughed.

"I'll miss this bunker, even though you did complain alot." Allegra continued her statement.

"I miss the Presidential Bedroom, to be Frank." Sprout replied, and then nudged Allegra.

"Oh!" Allegra cried.

"I had so many dresses in there."

Sprout giggled like a schoolgirl.

"Well, I still do have 'em. It's just..."

"I've been wearing the same black dress and golden heels since I declared Martial Law."

Sprout laughed again.

"Remember the 'Whip creme thing?"

"Yea." Allegra replied, laughing.

Since she'd said that, the couple had actually tried Allegra's idea. There was so much they'd done in the Samston House, ever since they'd first-met. Now, it was weird. Sprout was so used to being in there - she'd been innit for three years. Three long-ass years.

Sprout looked down at her shoes. She continued to take-care of them, not just because she'd thrown them at COs, but because she clearly-valued her possessions. She'd made a speech, afterall - she had told everyone her entire lifestory in one speech, and that Aimeslandish weren't cheapo.

Sprout was a jack-of-all-trades. It wasn't a lie she'd told about being Goth, but it was as-if she were back in the olden, Pagan days. It was like she went and had lived a past life. But, she could relate to the Goths and the quiet kids, the introverts.

Though Aimeslandish Society upraised talent, character and other Aimeslandish Qualities (Talent, and etc, with capital letters), she understood them. It wasn't a harsh twentysix years, or bad twentysix years, but very plentiful - she'd done so much. She'd spent so much time learning, educating, making herself the woman whom she was now, the woman who still called herself "girl," as 'twas the society she'd lived in. But, she didn't mind still being a Girl. She didn't mind Aimesland, infact, she was very nationalistic herself. She couldn't condemn her own people. It made her sick to her stomach to say that there were "bad apples," and it had even made her sicker of what Goldbeard had done.

Goldbeard was a psychopathic murderer. Yes, the Gov't did indeed state-sponsor Piracy, but it didn't fully condone Goldbeard and his Crew or their acts. Most pirates didn't kill, or kill as much as Goldy did. Most pirates had codes and standards. Committing crime didn't mean you weren't Human - infact, it was more human to desire something, to succumb to Lust and Greed over some Gin or a new black coat, or some new highheels, or...

"What people do is Illegal, sometimes." Sprout cackled.

"I know!" Allegra shouted.

"What, I consider what the Warmongering Nihonese done, illegal. I don't care if I'm the only one that thinks that." Sprout stated.

"They are goddamn idiots, Sprout." Allegra replied.

"I know. I've had to deal with twerps in the Senate, cussing me out and throwin' shit at me. It was crazy. I even had to deal with Centrists, in my Firstyear. Get your ass In-Office, deal with nitwits. Get outta Office, be too old. I admit, I love Aimesland, it's just..." Sprout talked, painting a picture of her political career.

"The Thirtysix thing?" Allegra asked.

"Yeah." Sprout answered.

"I gotta change that up. Maybe increase it to Fifty-seven. I dunno. But I do know, people like me. I think when I'll be outta Office, I'll be just fine." Sprout continued.

"You dunno." Allegra stated.

"They're so militant on wiping us off the face of the Earth." Allegra continued.

"Yup!" Sprout cheered, and smiled, but obviously not at the sadistic idea of Genocide.

"We should continue what we're doing - I wouldn't envision us being ruled by old-ass men with bald heads." Sprout stated.

"Well, we age gracefully. I learned in Science Class about our Genes." Allegra replied.

"True, but, they may try sabotaging us. Some sorta... Genetic Warfare or somethin'." Sprout thought aloud.

Sprout sniffed her hair. It smelt like Cinnamon, for some reason. Even when she was younger, she remembered it smelling like that. Maybe that's because of all the makeup and gloss and whatnot she covered herself with. Her beauty was too gorgeous, but she kept intensifying it twelve-fold. It was crazy.

"Y'know, I'd quite-like a second term. Maybe I should lobby to The Senate, change that rule. Maybe I could be the exception." Sprout stared at her nails, for a bit.

"If anyone could change somethin', get somethin' done, it'd be you." Allegra smirked.

"I kinda don't want to change our societys' rules. I'd just like eight more goddamn years, sil'vous-plait." Sprout replied.

"Reclaiming my Time!" She thought.

"After all this time, hidin', being 'round cowards, eatin' up military rations and whatever else I had on me, I'm back!" She continued to imagine, imagine herself talking infront of the Senate and telling them everything.

Sprout continued to daydream.

"I ain't surrender shit! They just blasted 'Cham, that's it, but we've recovered. What the shit did I say about Lemonade? Y'all remember? Y'all also remember when the Warmongers stood me up and made me look like a fool, made me talk how I don't talk?! These people are bananas."

She shook her head, stopped daydreaming. She knew she was doing a girls' folly by entertaining the idea of being back on the Senate Floor.

Escapism, Idealism, and other concepts, but she knew she had to do it. She had to leave off and save herself and her life. She tried to save her friends and whomever else the Communists would call "Comrades." Sprout continued to be a patriot and an Upstanding Citizen, even if the Reds hated her guts.

"Gib more time." She said to herself.

She remembered her meditation. She remembered the countless times her teachers told her stuffs, when she was younger. She remembered way back, when she was doing Martial Arts - how good she was. She remembered when she'd first met Allegra and how angry she was, but when Allegra came, she got calm. She continued to remember, remembering her family and her siblings. She remembered everything, up until Election Night and how Ambercity reacted to her becoming President.

She'd blasted the other candidate out of the water, heck, she couldn't even remember his name or what he'd ran-on, it was irrelevant. She sparkled in-comparison. Not that she was trying to be arrogant or smell herself up or anything, but it was that she made her own Cult-of-Personality. And even when she'd approached the Senate, it was like they made everything about her - subtly. They stared and looked at her alot. She also remembered all of the Pro-Winstonites and Anti-Winstonites and how they debated, how she had so many supporters and critics in the Senate and how people said she was a kleptocrat.

It's not as onesided as outsiders thought it was. Aimesland wasn't a Uniparty, if anything, there was many, many divisions. Although Aimesland was Nonpartisan and didn't have any parties as-of-yet, things were still very split yet united at the same time. And, maybe the Curfew made things more divided, only time will tell, but it was a policy the gov't had to place the country in Martial Law when at-War. Although the BRA had gotten herself into War very-recently, those policies were still around, and propagated by old presidents - all of Sprouts' predecessors have added-onto the Gov't and made it more Aimeslandish.

Maybe it's good that the Chromists offered the Winstonites and Spring Liberalists a chance to peacefully change its gov't - as Aimesland had essentially the same gov't since the early days of the Republic, since 'Aime was recuperating and recovering from its olden Anarchistic and Paganist ways. Aimeslands' gov't was essentially: "Big gov't; minute overreach," and the minute the Gov't stepped out of Line, the people rioted and grew angry. Aimeslandish Classicism propped itself up.

Minarchism? Yeah, Aimesland could also be considered Minarchist, or a "Night Watchman State," due to the way it set itself up, though in-general, the gov't was very Libertarian. It wavered from Libertarian to Classicist, but stayed Spring Liberalist - now, the gov't started switching because Spring Liberalism changed and started sucking-up ideologies or parts of ideologies.

The Bunkers

"Can we change the Scenery, atleast? I'm sick-and-tired of being in this bunker; it's depressing." Sprout queried.

"Yeah, but everything we've known got bombed-to-Shit. Yeah, we may have archives and whatnot, but, just..." Allegra replied.

"Some people just do not know the meaning of 'Sacred,' Sprout." Allegra finished.

"Yeah, I know, Allegra... but..." Sprout acknowledged.

"They dunno Honor either. Shit, even the Deepstatists had more honor than to do... what had happened." Sprout placed her head in her hands again, sighing.

"And now, I'm stuck in a bunker with nitwits. Curse this."


And now, she was leaving said bunker, but with said nitwits. Ah. Such is life.

She continued to walk, to move, with Allegra by her side, but then she got tired of the silence. She took-out her trumpet and started playing, making-up her own songs. Maybe she should've focused on her music career, who knows? And, there was still time. Though, Sprout didn't want to retire. She made herself political. She was now a political entity, and if imprisoned - a political prisoner. If killed? Then, a martyr. Hopefully her enemies weren't as dumb as to make martyrs out of teenagers and young adults, and start making mass unmarked graves, or whatsoever.

Aimeslandia wasn't ageist, but it seemed like they had to play that Card if they wanted to survive, just like they played the Race Card and called the Nihonese racist, or when they've called-out the Newnecarribbeanians for being misogynistic. To survive, to obey Darwin's Law was to move and move quick, not care about the rubble as those buildings could easily be rebuilt - it was just the Legacy, the people and the archives. But Aimesland had many librarians and archivists. Aimesland wasn't ageist; they still had the old to tell stories and tales about Life, but they [the Elderly] just didn't whine and gripe about "back in my Day."

Certain things were very, very normal in 'Aime, others very weird - but that's like the inside looking out and saying "Hm, they're awkward," much like Allegra's analogy about Aimeslandia being a girl trying to date and get a boyfriend.

Aimesland literally and hypothetically/technically/figuratively was on a High Horse. Aimesland, in those same ways "died on their sword," it was funny to say, but accurate.
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Flashback Episode

Postby HypErcApitAl » Tue Sep 08, 2020 6:30 pm

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BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

Sometime, before the BRA had left their Isolation

"Fuckin' 'ell, mate! I'm tryna listen to the Spikeball game! The goddamned Coach can't coach worth a damn!" Johnny shouted.

There was just so much noise in the bar.

"So, I put all my bets on that Sprout girl. She's pretty smart." A bar regular said.

"Isn't she a Goth?" Another asked.

"She's full of Fire though. I know she'll lead us somewhere safe."

"You said that about the last politician, and the one before that, and before that, and..."

"The Political Cycle doesn't change because of one girl, Louie, goddamn!"

"Cut the crapola, Frank! It can! You just don't listen! Everything'll change! You're blinded! YOU ALL ARE BLINDED!"

Louie took his drink, flipped the table, and ran out of the bar.




Election Night

"What did I tell ya, Frank! She won! Yes! Aimeslandish Idealism isn't dead! I toldja so!" Louie pointed and laughed.

"Fuckin' 'ell, Louie, she's a fucking Yellow Queen!" Frank yelled.

" 'Yellow Queen,' what? You callin' her a Kleptocrat?" Louie yelled back.

"Yes, I fuckin' am, Louie! She's a Midas Candidate! She'll rob ya blind! She's a well idiot, Louie! She's a scam artist!" Frank screamed with his low-pitched voice.

"Thems' Fightin' Words, boy!" Louis exclaimed, quickdrawing his pistol.

"Well, I didn't vote for her! She's too old, she's thirty-three! She'll cost us everything! She'll turn Aimeslandia into a Leper Republic, mate! Are you dumb?!" Frank screamed.

"No, are you stupid?" Johnny roared, unsheathing his sabre.

And then, the entire bar started fighting.

Aimeslandish cops did their normal beat, they'd debate entering the bar and seeing what was the Matter.

"Should we enter this fine Establishment, Tom?"

"No, Stuart, we shan't. We shall just walk-off."

"We have to defend..."

"Yes, but, they're citizens! They have Rights! They can do that!"

"That's like, like... like, the, um..."

"The Communists!"

"You say what?"

"Yea, the Commies. That's like that, Tommy. You think you want that happening again?"

"No, Stewie, no I don't! That's horrible!"

"But, still. Do you know where we're at?! We're in Ambercity, for Cryin' Out Loud!"

"That's what they do here, is fight. That's our culture. You can't change that!"

"It's our Duty. They gotta obey Da Law. I didn't write dat, I'm just Da Messenger." Stuart smoked his cigar.

"I'm a freakin' beat cop, you're a beat cop, the, um, that other girl the other day, she's a beat cop, but you can't just say that!" Tom shrieked.

. . .

"She's a Manchurian Candidate, goddammit! What're you doin'!"

BANGBANGBANG!

"Say that to 'er bloody face, oh yeah, that's right, ye bloody coward, you won't! You're a bloodied tosser, dat's wot, mate!"

More gunshots were audible, along with sword whooshes.

"That's right! Taste this Cold Steel, champ! Think you're the best better in the Bar now, Louie?!"

Barstools were flung around like they were dice, or chesspieces. Glass broke, and the gunsmoke and noise had filled-up the Bar. Two men stood - one standing, but barely. The other, adjusting his belt and sheath - re-sheathing his blade.
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Postby The Manticoran Empire » Tue Sep 08, 2020 6:35 pm

Manticoran Occupied Aimesland
Late March 1935


Troops of the Royal Manticoran Army had been airlifted in from Manticore to the Marianas. Other troops from Manchukuo were being shipped in by boat and the heavy equipment for those who had been airlifted was also now arriving. It was estimated that they would need at least 250,000 men to occupy the nation. 16 infantry divisions, 4 armored divisions, and 683 aircraft would be earmarked for the operation, for a total military force of 763,117 men and women. The Royal Navy would also base a few of First Fleets squadrons in Occupied Aimesland for coastal security.

Treaty negotiations were going well. Both Manticore and Nihon had accepted the terms and were waiting upon only Hoosier and Sveria to sign it before they could begin the process of consolidating their holdings. A second agreement, made in private between Nihon and Manticore, would split the Warglorian ships purchased by Aimesland but never delivered between the two of them.

The Brunswick and Harrendale Tank Plants had become operational on the 18th of February, allowing a total of 20 M1 Mediums and 10 M2 Lights to be manufactured each day. As such, a total of 520 M1s and 260 M2s had been manufactured, allowing three more armored divisions to be fully outfitted with the modern vehicles. However, the fully modernized divisions were needed on the border with Hoosier, where war was likely to start. Less modern divisions were, therefore, deployed to Aimesland.

Once the peace treaty was ratified and in effect, the disposition of Manticoran troops would be finalized and some troops would be able to go home.
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The Treaty of Chamberlain


In the interest of bringing peace to Westerwald and ensuring just restitution to the States so grievously injured by the Blue Republic of Aimesland, this Treaty is hereby enacted.

Article I: Definitions

A. The Signatory Nations to this Treaty, namely the Empire of Nihon, Kingdom of Manticore, Totalist State of Hoosier, and Reich Protectorate of Sveria, shall hereafter be referred to as the States Party.
B. The Blue Republic of Aimesland shall hereafter be referred to as Aimesland.

Article II: Territorial Divisions

A. The Territory of Aimesland shall be divided among the States Party, with the region approximately equating to the geographical area controlled by the Aimeslandish V Corps going to the Empire of Nihon, the region approximately equating to the geographical area controlled by the Aimeslandish IV Corps going to the Totalist State of Hoosier, the coastal region annotated on the attached map going to the Reich Protectorate of Sveria, and the remaining territory to be reorganized into the Crown Dominion of Aimesland under the administration of the Kingdom of Manticore.
B. A demilitarized zone shall be established between the Crown Dominion of Aimesland and the Hoosier Occupation Zone. The zone shall be a total of 200 kilometers wide and no military forces shall be allowed within five kilometers of it.

Article III: Fate of the Aimeslandish Military

A. The Army of Aimesland shall be disbanded and its soldiers discharged and returned home within 12 months of this Treaty entering into effect.
B. The Navy of Aimesland shall be disbanded, its crews discharged, and its ships split between the States Party within 12 months of this Treaty entering into effect.
C. The Air Force of Aimesland shall be disbanded and its personnel discharged within 12 months of this Treaty entering into effect.
D. The Crown Dominion of Aimesland shall be permitted a Dominion Army of not more than 100,000 men with not more than seven divisions of infantry and three divisions of cavalry, their compositions to be dictated by the Empire of Manticore.
E. The Crown Dominion of Aimesland shall be permitted a Dominion Navy of not more than 15,000 sailors with six small battleships, six cruisers, and twenty four destroyers, of displacement and armament to be dictated by the Empire of Manticore.
F. The Crown Dominion of Aimesland shall be permitted a Dominion Air Force or not more than 15,000 men with 800 aircraft, of a type and capability to be dictated by the Empire of Manticore.
G. The Occupation Zones of Hoosier, Sveria, and Nihon shall be garrisoned by soldiers of the respective nations.

Article IV: Civil Administration

A. The Blue Republic of Aimesland shall be dissolved, its institutions abolished, and its leaders removed from public and private office.
B. The Occupation Zones shall be administered in accordance with the laws and regulations of the Occupying Parties.
C. The Crown Dominion of Aimesland shall be organized as a Crown Dependency, to be governed by a Governor-General appointed by The Crown and approved by the Parliament of the Empire.

Article V: Provisions to apprehend war criminals and war profiteers

A. The Political and Military Leadership of Aimesland are hereby indicted by the States Party as having engaged in, aided, or in other ways supported illegal actions, to include but not to be limited to: Piracy, Murder, Undeclared Warfare, Kidnapping, Theft, Destruction of Private Property, and Abuse of Prisoners of War.
B. The Military and Political Leadership of Aimesland, to include but not to be limited to: President Sprout Winston, Presidential Advisor Allegra, the Congress, the General Staff, and the Party Leadership of the Spring Liberalists, shall surrender themselves to the occupation authorities in their region for detention before trial.
C. The trial for the aforementioned war criminals and war profiteers shall be held no later than 12 months after this treaty has entered into effect.
D. The Empire of Nihon shall be provided monetary restitution to equal not less than twenty-four million Manticoran Dollars ($24,000,000) to cover the losses of the two destroyers and damages to the two cruisers attacked at the beginning of the war, as well as the loss of life in that attack.
E. President Sprout Winston is hereby indicted as the senior party of this criminal conspiracy and shall be tried as such.


For the Empire of Nihon, Koki Hirota
For the Kingdom of Manticore, Alfonso Ashburn
For the Reich Protectorate of Sveria, Gregor Gustavus
For the State of Hoosier, Eric Stewart
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Postby HypErcApitAl » Sat Sep 19, 2020 8:47 pm

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BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

"The Political Cycle doesn't change because of one girl, Louie, goddamn!"


And, Louie was a damned lie, but, oh well. The System won't stay the same forever, no matter what. Treaties and such rectify and ratify, so on; so forth. Sprout Winston, the Gods bless her name, won't be POTBRA forever - no matter what. Winstonism was going to come and leave, and another ideology would appear. Another cult-of-personality would pop-up, no matter what the Reds did.




The Treaty of Chamberlain


In the interest of bringing peace to Westerwald and ensuring just restitution to the States so grievously injured by the Blue Republic of Aimesland, this Treaty is hereby enacted.

Article I: Definitions

A. The Signatory Nations to this Treaty, namely the Empire of Nihon, Kingdom of Manticore, Totalist State of Hoosier, and Reich Protectorate of Sveria, shall hereafter be referred to as the States Party.
B. The Blue Republic of Aimesland shall hereafter be referred to as Aimesland.

Article II: Territorial Divisions

A. The Territory of Aimesland shall be divided among the States Party, with the region approximately equating to the geographical area controlled by the Aimeslandish V Corps going to the Empire of Nihon, the region approximately equating to the geographical area controlled by the Aimeslandish IV Corps going to the Totalist State of Hoosier, the coastal region annotated on the attached map going to the Reich Protectorate of Sveria, and the remaining territory to be reorganized into the Crown Dominion of Aimesland under the administration of the Kingdom of Manticore.
B. A demilitarized zone shall be established between the Crown Dominion of Aimesland and the Hoosier Occupation Zone. The zone shall be a total of 200 kilometers wide and no military forces shall be allowed within five kilometers of it.

Article III: Fate of the Aimeslandish Military

A. The Army of Aimesland shall be disbanded and its soldiers discharged and returned home within 12 months of this Treaty entering into effect.
B. The Navy of Aimesland shall be disbanded, its crews discharged, and its ships split between the States Party within 12 months of this Treaty entering into effect.
C. The Air Force of Aimesland shall be disbanded and its personnel discharged within 12 months of this Treaty entering into effect.
D. The Crown Dominion of Aimesland shall be permitted a Dominion Army of not more than 100,000 men with not more than seven divisions of infantry and three divisions of cavalry, their compositions to be dictated by the Empire of Manticore.
E. The Crown Dominion of Aimesland shall be permitted a Dominion Navy of not more than 15,000 sailors with six small battleships, six cruisers, and twenty four destroyers, of displacement and armament to be dictated by the Empire of Manticore.
F. The Crown Dominion of Aimesland shall be permitted a Dominion Air Force or not more than 15,000 men with 800 aircraft, of a type and capability to be dictated by the Empire of Manticore.
G. The Occupation Zones of Hoosier, Sveria, and Nihon shall be garrisoned by soldiers of the respective nations.

Article IV: Civil Administration

A. The Blue Republic of Aimesland shall be dissolved, its institutions abolished, and its leaders removed from public and private office.
B. The Occupation Zones shall be administered in accordance with the laws and regulations of the Occupying Parties.
C. The Crown Dominion of Aimesland shall be organized as a Crown Dependency, to be governed by a Governor-General appointed by The Crown and approved by the Parliament of the Empire.

Article V: Provisions to apprehend war criminals and war profiteers

A. The Political and Military Leadership of Aimesland are hereby indicted by the States Party as having engaged in, aided, or in other ways supported illegal actions, to include but not to be limited to: Piracy, Murder, Undeclared Warfare, Kidnapping, Theft, Destruction of Private Property, and Abuse of Prisoners of War.
B. The Military and Political Leadership of Aimesland, to include but not to be limited to: President Sprout Winston, Presidential Advisor Allegra, the Congress, the General Staff, and the Party Leadership of the Spring Liberalists, shall surrender themselves to the occupation authorities in their region for detention before trial.
C. The trial for the aforementioned war criminals and war profiteers shall be held no later than 12 months after this treaty has entered into effect.
D. The Empire of Nihon shall be provided monetary restitution to equal not less than twenty-four million Manticoran Dollars ($24,000,000) to cover the losses of the two destroyers and damages to the two cruisers attacked at the beginning of the war, as well as the loss of life in that attack.
E. President Sprout Winston is hereby indicted as the senior party of this criminal conspiracy and shall be tried as such.


For the Empire of Nihon, Koki Hirota
For the Kingdom of Manticore, Alfonso Ashburn
For the Reich Protectorate of Sveria, Gregor Gustavus
For the State of Hoosier, Eric Stewart


First things first, the treaty - the big kahuna for the Manticorans, and all involved. As people fearmongered, others' "hope-mongered," and then, on and on. "The States grievously-injured by the BRA," was a false statement. An accusation, a bold-faced lie that the Reds had made, accusing the BRA of not holding-up to its moral obligations. That also accused the Winston Administration, and all involved, essentially trying to career-assassinate all Aimeslandish, all Blues, and for what? For more Chaos in the name of "Bringing Peace to Westeros?"

Well....

Secondly, the "States Party?" More like The Group Of Six - those warmongering four plus the Centrists and Lobbyists that had drafted that Anti-Sword Bill. All cowards, just like Sprout had said.

They may lie all they want, but they had the nerve to put-out the Lie on paper and try scarring Westeros forever with their insipid and dangerous deeds.

And then, they said:
The Blue Republic of Aimesland shall hereafter be referred to as Aimesland.
which is disrespectful. The Reds had the nerve to bomb Aimesland and her ancestral lands, then disrespect her by name?

Oh hell no.

The Reds do not care about common sense, or the Sacred, or Honor, or any Aimeslandish Value. They sit there, gallivanting in their bougie throne-rooms and making their Jesters tapdance and burn-down the Aimeslandish Flag, disgraceful.

The Reds conflate Spring Liberalism (the ideology the BRA is), with Colored Republicanism (the reason why the BRA is called that, also because Aimeslands' national color is Blue. Why wouldn't they call themselves the Blue Republic?) And, second, Spring Liberalism isn't a Party, but it's an ideology - the Aimeslandish form of Progressivism. It just so happened that it began sucking-up ideologies and parts of ideologies, becoming massive and bloated. But, Spring Liberalism was never a Party. Aimesland is nonpartisan - there never have been parties in Aimesland, well, besides the Communists, but we don't talk about 'em.

Now...

Oh boy.

A. The Blue Republic of Aimesland shall be dissolved, its institutions abolished, and its leaders removed from public and private office.
B. The Occupation Zones shall be administered in accordance with the laws and regulations of the Occupying Parties.
C. The Crown Dominion of Aimesland shall be organized as a Crown Dependency, to be governed by a Governor-General appointed by The Crown and approved by the Parliament of the Empire.


The meat-and-potatoes...
"The BRA shall be dissolved, its institutions abolished, and its leaders removed from public and private office."


Firstly, The Reds have to

define what a "private office" is. Define the meaning of "is," for yourself, and if the proud Republicans (Aimeslandish Democrats) and their associates will ever be working, gaining Chi again, or will they just be destitute? If so, then you Reds are an inhospitable, tyrannical folk.

To deprive someone of their life's work, is, infact, insanity.
Also, you cannot remove an elected official - you're a foreigner. You cannot say what's "illegal," If you've never lived a day in your life in the place(s) you're referring to. You cannot say The Most-Esteemed Sprout Winston or her associates are, or, have been, doing "The wrong thing," cause you didn't properly define the "Right thing" in the First Place. You cannot deprive someone of their Enjoyment. You cannot deprive someone of their Human Rights.

But, yet again, Monarchists do not understand. Tyrants do not understand Peace.

And, you cannot "Dissolve" an idea. As ANONYMOUS had said; "An idea cannot be Killed." As long as the BRA and her institutions are in the Hearts of The People, "We, the People," then, the BRA can never die. You may burn things or peoples, but you can never burn Ideas. An idea, or ideology, is the thing that lives on.

But, Monarchists do not care about Legacy - they only care about their Crowns and the Thrones that they sit on. They oppress their own citizens, calling them "peasantry." (Textbook Classism, by the way...)

The Reds never cared about Peace, or Westeros, or the Aimeslandish People. The Reds only care about Warfare.

The Crown Dominion of Aimesland shall be organized as a Crown Dependency, to be governed by a Governor-General appointed by The Crown and approved by the Parliament of the Empire.


Eh. A Governor. This won't fare well. Already, the Aimeslandish are a riotous bunch. It's the question, the new question of how the Reds will be "putting-down" these riots and demonstrations, the "Crimson Question," named so because the "Manticoran Empire" is the Crimsons, the head-honchos involved with this whole idea, this whole plan of making the Winstonites and Sprouts' Administration look bad. They wanted to career-assassinate a poor woman.

Lastly...

Article V: Provisions to apprehend war criminals and war profiteers

A. The Political and Military Leadership of Aimesland are hereby indicted by the States Party as having engaged in, aided, or in other ways supported illegal actions, to include but not to be limited to: Piracy, Murder, Undeclared Warfare, Kidnapping, Theft, Destruction of Private Property, and Abuse of Prisoners of War.
B. The Military and Political Leadership of Aimesland, to include but not to be limited to: President Sprout Winston, Presidential Advisor Allegra, the Congress, the General Staff, and the Party Leadership of the Spring Liberalists, shall surrender themselves to the occupation authorities in their region for detention before trial.
C. The trial for the aforementioned war criminals and war profiteers shall be held no later than 12 months after this treaty has entered into effect.
D. The Empire of Nihon shall be provided monetary restitution to equal not less than twenty-four million Manticoran Dollars ($24,000,000) to cover the losses of the two destroyers and damages to the two cruisers attacked at the beginning of the war, as well as the loss of life in that attack.
E. President Sprout Winston is hereby indicted as the senior party of this criminal conspiracy and shall be tried as such.


"The Congress..."

Oh boy.

'Aime, the country-in-question, has no "Congress," but, they did indeed have a Senate. And then, as said previously, Spring Liberalism is not a party. As such, there are no "party leaders." The Reds charge nonexistent people for trumped-up charges.

and,they've made yet another fallacy - Allegra was never political. She was merely dating the poor woman ("the poor woman" in-question being Ms. Winston), so now, they've chose to throw-out the Baby w/ the Bathwater. They've indicted the innocent, making Justice look like a lie.

What happened to Blindfolded Justice? Do Monarchists not understand that?

Monarchs do not understand Democracy, or Democratic Processes, thus, they do not understand the Right to A Fair Trial. They do not understand simplicity and simple things. The monarchists forget how to be hospitable in their Quest-for-Power. The monarchists only marry into other monarchs' houses and families, thus making Monarchism a steaming-hot mess of Garbage. With Democracy, atleast you have a say. The leader is elected. (and if they don't "like" that Leader, they can impeach him.)

Monarchs and their followers just throw Chi down the Well, wishing for another Heir to "lead their Kingdom in the right direction," and maybe praying to their gods.

There was another step, but eh, the GAR don't matter. Let the Monarchists have their fun there.

There was "12 months' time," was there not? The Aimeslandish could do a whole lot within a year - do not underestimate them.




There was "12 months' time," was there not? The Aimeslandish could do a whole lot within a year - do not underestimate them.


Requiem for all the brave ones that had died in the Aimeo-Nihonese War, also Sprout/Allegra's Walk

"Well..." Sprout sighed.

"We got time. Do not worry about the walk, girl. Worry about how the ending'll look like." Allegra stated.

Sprout stared and smiled at Allegra for a bit, giving her a thumbs-up.

"I guess." Sprout replied, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah. But what we're about to do is, big girl; 'haul ass.' For one, we do not want the Reds findin' out we're not bunkered-down anymore. Two, we don't want to continue to disappoint The People. You got elected President for a reason. Now, you gotta lead your people. Lead me. Lead us." Allegra motivated and planned.

"Y'know why the reds actually helped us?"

"Why?"

"Because the reds continue to not understand Aimesland. The reds are too far behind. They cannot touch Base with us, Allegra."

"Yeah."

Allegra chuckled.

The couple continued to walk, then, they've started running. It was like their old school days when they were in Gym class and had to run around, or sprint. They can just breathe and pace around the Aimeslandish Scenery, no matter if Aimesland was bombed or not, the two continued.

"The System, their system, is gonna collapse. I don't think Monarchy is a compatible system for 'em." Allegra paced.

Sprout smirked.

"I dunno. They may continue. They're just stuck in a rut. It's like before my Administration, and also before my Predecessor, when the Senate didn't know how to act! They just sat there and... ho-hummed the entire time. A do-nothing Senate is bad, but, I mean, a warmongering Senate is worse." Sprout told.

"Yeah, but the Senate during your Admin, never warmongered. They just did their thing." Allegra replied.

"I know. I try to just do my best, but people love destroying the Good. They hate girls like me with a fiery passion."

"And I love girls like you with a fiery p-"

Sprout laughed, cutting-off Allegra.

"Boy-o-boy, I think we've left-behind the Officers." Sprout said, then doing a heelturn.

Sanders and Dynamite still walked, trying to follow the couple. The couple had been walking and running too fast. Sprout just laughed, flipped her hair, and turned back.

The couple would continue on their journey.

"I've been wearing the same black dress and golden heels since I declared Martial Law."


Since then, she had changed outfits, now wearing white. White pieces of avant-garde clothing, with sandals, also avant-garde. Aimeslandish Fashion had no stakes; the Aimeslandish just lived.

"Just keep runnin'." The 26 y/o thought.

"You really should sightsee, Sprout." Allegra said.

Sprout continued to think, staying in her own mind whilst the two ran.

"No-one'll just recognize me if I wear-on somethin' different. If I do my best to cloak-and-dagger myself..." She continued to think, not letting Allegra outpace her. The two continued to run side-to-side, and then they got closer, starting to hold hands whilst pacing.

She continued to think, falling in her own spiral of daydreams. Daydreaming was one of her many hobbies. There was actual personality to the woman than just leading the damn Country. There was actual poise. Most-likely, the monarchs held no poise; no grace.

"I dunno what'ta say.." Allegra facepalmed, still continuing to run, but there was no point in regaining her girls' attention. Sprout was deadset on doin' her own thing. One of those things, at a time, was Meditation. Before, it was practicing her Saxophone. Now, she just ran whilst her head was up in the Clouds. Livin' that Cloud Nine...

Now, there was just a bunch of trees. and maybe some houses and cars left over. People got drafted, so it was most-likely emptied.




Maybe it's good that the Chromists offered the Winstonites and Spring Liberalists a chance to peacefully change its gov't - as Aimesland had essentially the same gov't since the early days of the Republic, since 'Aime was recuperating and recovering from its olden Anarchistic and Paganist ways. Aimeslands' gov't was essentially: "Big gov't; minute overreach," and the minute the Gov't stepped out of Line, the people rioted and grew angry. Aimeslandish Classicism propped itself up.


The Spring Liberalists would've continued, but, good things don't last forever - maybe it was good they teamed-up with the Chromists.


Because freedom is the right of ALL sentient beings - not just a select few. Not the bourgeoisle. Not the Gentry. Not no one else, but the People. And so, the People followed Demos' lead and voted-in their leaders. They voted-in their senators, though the Exec. could also select some Senate Members too. You see, Aimesland was a proud Democratic Republic. A proud state that formed from Anarchism, specifically Anarcho-Environmentalism. Aimesland also was a Basketcase Democracy, which had meant voting wasn't merely placing papers in ballots. This voting was Aimeslandish. They had placed their sticks in their baskets - let the Electoral Colleges count-up all the sticks, and he who had the most sticks - and the most Character - won the Election, and was now President-Elect. So what now? Aimesland wasn't going to mess-up their Due Process. Their checks-and-balances. Their democratic values and ways. Democracy was enshrined in the Nation, much like Aimeslandish Culture. Much like Aimeslandish Atheism.

Aimesland had many remnants from, and of, their Anarchism. Aimeslandish Classicism and the Social Contract was one of them. If the Contract was broke, then mass riots, anarchy, and chaos'd ensue - such Madness, but such was how Aimesland defended herself and her culture. Aimeslandia was very-strong, so strong that they were an Armed Republic, a Gothic Republic, a Lemonade Republic, Winstonian, a Weird Democracy, and so many other kinds of Democracies and Republicanisms. Aimesland had broken the Mold - there was no such thing as a "Model Citizen," Aimeslandish were very individualistic, very unique peoples with their own philosophies and personal ideologies, their own personal ways of doing things. There was no point in letting the Bear kill the Aimeslandish Coiled Snake. There was no point in letting the Enemy see Aimesland's weaknesses - so that's why they've held certain practices as such.

Aimeslandish Cornucopia had to survive for the Ages.


Minarchism? Yeah, Aimesland could also be considered Minarchist, or a "Night Watchman State," due to the way it set itself up, though in-general, the gov't was very Libertarian. It wavered from Libertarian to Classicist, but stayed Spring Liberalist - now, the gov't started switching because Spring Liberalism changed and started sucking-up ideologies or parts of ideologies.


With all of this in mind, and that the Monarchists utterly hated 'Aime, the United Front was reinforced, with all of the Aimeslandish Ideologues meeting-up and discussing their issues. Senator Springfield and Grand Moff Springleaf were present, talking about the BRAs' next moves now that news broke out about Manticore and their treaty.

Everyone was burnt out from the war, but people knew that they had to fight for what's right, and ifnot, then go ahead and leave off.

The Deepstatists just kinda chilled, sat there, but also planned and plotted. The ideologues had plans to retake the homeland. Normally, Fascists and Technocrats, Progressivists - what-have-you, don't really sit around and talk. This meant that the politicians, propagandists, and whatnot were all in kahoots. It meant that all Aimeslandish stood together, regardless of ideology or belief system.

The BRA would, one day, not be the BRA, but not because of any treaty from any foreigner - they'd switch terminologies because it's a much-needed change, much like Winstonism. So much was changing, throwing-away the status quo of what was before, the pre-Winstonian days (in some ways)

"Well, what happens now?" The Grand Moff asked.

"Like I've told her, I trust in her, but what we've got to do is; make sure everything's safe." Senator Springfield replied.

"I understand that, but..." Springleaf replied.

"She's a goner. I knew she would've left-off, I don't trust girls like her to stay cooped up in bunkers." Springleaf continued.

"Well..." Springfield thought aloud.

"The United Front thing may work." The senator continued.

"It should." Springleaf responded.




Code: Select all
.ereh sdneirf lla er'eW


(Translation: 'We're all friends here.')

"Oh, really? Then what was all that hubbub in Theed and Harkness all about?"

Code: Select all
.senogyB eb senogyb teL


(Translation: "Let bygones be Bygones.')

"Well... I've grew to never trust a Deepstatist."

"The war's over, buddy. We're all on the same Side, now."

"They went after Winston, they should go after all of now. They can't catch us all."

"Well, I don't want to be indicted for 'Conspiracy to Bring Back the Republic.'"

"You won't be. Just trust us."

"Just one thing."

'And, what is it?"

"We're in this together, so, that means, you're going to be flying our Flag."

"Not that wretched doublecross."

The Deepstatist sighed.

"Do you want Normality, or no?"

"Depends on what that 'Normality' is. Is it 777?"

The Deepstatist laughed.

"No more of that nonsense. We do not like lingering in bunkers as much as you Democrats do."

"And no more of that 'talkin' backwards' shit. It's spooky asfuck."

The Deepstatist laughed again.

"Half of us got mobbed, remember? I'm a part of the other half. We were working with the Democratic Gov't, making technologies."

"I never would've expected this shit."

"Me, either. But the damned Monarchists think they can merely pull the wool over our eyes."

"Remember, just don't do that spooky shit anymore. It gives me the heebie-jeebies."

"Okay." The Deepstatist smiled.

"Atleast they're no longer killing Fascists on-sight."

"I know. But, we're all in this together. Pirates, romanticists, the whole Nine Yards."
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Business As Usual

U.S.S.K has announce that they will be allowing other nations to rent out naval yards. This will allow said buyer to build ships in U.S.S.K, in return U.S.S.K will have more jobs open for the public. But only a few naval yards that are open to other nations so only a limited amount of ships can be build before the naval yard is open to a new buyer.

Naval yard buyers
Nation: Iron Guard Hoosier
Ship: Carriers
Amount: 5

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U.S.S.K will be sending volunteers to Livonia to help the nation rebuild in doing so U.S.S.K hope this will better their relationships and in the near future, U.S.S.K and Livonia would be doing more trade deals to help better each other. For now volunteers from U.S.S.K with supplies will be helping Livonia rebuild.
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army exposition with some other exposition

Postby HypErcApitAl » Fri Sep 25, 2020 9:30 pm

Although Aimesland was state Atheist, at this point, it was starting to get desperate - allowing Aimeslandish Christians, or Aimeslandish forms of Christianity that've "disappeared" to return and give Charity. Aimesland had always feared church and state running together, especially being formerly a Paganist "state" back in its Anarchist days. Aimesland was pretty-much now a Scientific state (what, with Chromists and every other ideology forming together as the United Front) that heavily-frowned upon superstitions and things not backed by Data, but it was worth it to try having priests and pastors come out and "bless" the GAR, or mobs and militias, but also even counter-revolutionaries.

Religion had fell out of practice; most Aimeslandish were irreligious, Atheist or other parts of the Atheist League, but there was a 01% that remained, despite the culture and everything being very Anti-religion.

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The Pirates, especially Goldbeard, decided to flee. The idea was to flee to either Newne Carribbean or Austerra (The Confederacy), but Wargloria was also kept in-mind. Wargloria was a turnoff, as they were Fascist (Adlerism), but they were also an ally to Aimesland and the govt, so there was options.

Despite Nihon and Manticore being very hard on Piracy, it was expected that more pirate crews would form, and possibly other criminal organizations within Aimesland that had backed the United Front and/or Winstonism.




With Aimeslandish Boredom, it was possible that inventors would do more, not just with Wood, but also to try to increase Aimeslandish Firepower. One idea was a composite; arming several things, or making attachable guns "the idea of putting guns everywhere," and the other being "gunskirts," the latter being "more sensible" to the GAR, as the uniforms were mostly skirts or shortskirts and it'd make sense to have some sort of defense incase... things happened in battle.

Another thing to implement would be more leg-based martial arts. Soldiers were trained in martial arts, but it had mainly focused on the head, arms, hands and just the upper body in general. Foot-based arts were also learned, but they looked to not have much usage besides CQC (Close-Quarters Combats)

Placing more emphasis on kicks and different kinds of kicks and kicking proved essential, and also very essential if the user were equipped with a shovel or bludgeoning instrument (kicking someone and then shoving them further with a shovel, or batting them out). Though the Grand Army of the Republic had utilized a mixed warfare of both melee and ranged (guns, swords, gunswords, and others), many had died in the Aimeo-Nihonese War (but blame wasn't thrown on melee combatants, it was "thrown" on not having many "counters" to tanks or explosives, or the enemy in question mainly utilizing machinegunnery instead of fighting the "normal way," or the way that the GAR had fought.

The GAR would also start producing posters in support of Bonds, and also in support of femme fatale (female soldiers) and flutists. There were a few morale and support units that were short on Flutists, because one; the Flute seemed not to be an enticing instrument, and two; Flutists were leaving in droves and going Southwest (with some minor exceptions that decided to defend the Homeland from further Red Aggression)

Also, the GAR would produce more tanks - some designs based off of a few... captured tanks, others more avant-garde (following moreso in line with Aimeslands' political interests and essentially being a State of Artists and Poets) and, the GAR would also start phasing-out Horseback Calvary* - though the romanticists' idea of fighting with/on a Noble Steed hadn't vanished in the slightest - it was to stop "animal cruelty," though "Animal Warfare" would continue - just not with ridden animals, or atleast minimizing their usages.

(*the term horseback calvary is used, mainly because armored trucks/djeeps are referred also as "Calvary" by the GAR
The term has been loosening to just mean "support/backup" or "lightly-armored vehicle," though the term can be slightly misleading.)

Usage of armored vehicles, particularly cars, would also increase. Usage of gunned tractors would begin, also creating a new type of warfare dubbed "Hailstorm Warfare," as the Tractor-gunner was expected (or able) to hail not just bullets, but his own vehicle past enemy lines. These tractors would also depend on tires and tiresizes. (if the tire was big enough, it helped to run over the enemy, or rollover objects) Hailstorm Warfare was to also take some cues from Siege Warfare and Swarming, but also some cues from "Hit-and-Run" tactics.

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The GAR would also work on explosives, and standardizing explosives in bandoliers but also additional bandoliers and coats to hold-in the additional ammo of certain soldier specialties. The Empurata LMG would also be worked-on, testing different sizes of ammo and firepower (not the gun itself, but how powerful the bullets were and how close they entered an object). The GAR would standardize smaller and shorter rifles (often referred-to as "Riflettes") and also pistolas. The GAR would also test on a pistols' firepower and range and the idea of a "handcannon."

Additional testing and improvement would be done on shields and shield combat, while axes and machetes (already commonplace) would be backed-up by the remaining military leaders (as leaders started to leave/flee Southwest) which means the spiraling usage of hatchets, battleaxes, throwing axes and other kinds and shapes of axe being used by soldiers. Sword combat also hadn't fallen out of favor, it was just becoming more likely that the GAR was adapting - afterall, Aimesland was a Transformative Republic, its whole thing was to adapt and overcome challenges and barriers.

The GARs' uniforms would also be tested and improved-upon, not merely because of Aestheticism or Aimeslandish Fashion, but also because Functionality and the need to withstand a blast (whether semi or fully-intact, if a hat was blown off of a soldiers' head, but the soldiers' body was mangled or whatsoever, the hat and a few other parts and pieces should still remain intact and able to be salvaged.)

Another set of ideas were to make guns out of trash, or oldwood and old metal; thus sparking the new age, the Pipegun/Dropgun age (also called dropguns because of part usage, many of those parts came from dropped objects that a person was too lazy to rebuild or fix back to normal, but also crafty and clever enough to make a handgun or other firearm out of it), these pipeguns would largely employ bayonettes (despite the bayonette being hugely unpopular) because the gun wasn't made normally. The gun'd have to employ the Element of Surprise, being able to be detached and reattached if/when needed. Also, the bayonette would be the most recoverable part of the gun, due to its shininess and size.




Not just with the skyrocketing presence of a MIC (Military Industrial Complex), but with the presence of Aimeslandish Arts and other societal/cultural facets, Aimesland would nationalize its car/automotive industry. Aimesland would also give governmental support to Asmond, a top car company that mostly made trucks and vans. Another car company would be Rajh, who used more artistic and avant-garde approaches with its branding.

Advertising would increase, also with some Deepstatists being used to "help out sales" and "influence" the market. A "new" kind of advertising, Subliminals, would start being used, as Deepstatists worked mostly in secrecy and shadow - their propaganda was subtle and quiet - not "loud" like the other Statists and Fascists.
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Postby The Manticoran Empire » Sat Sep 26, 2020 7:31 pm

The news of President Winston's flight spelled the end of any consideration of peace. By refusing to surrender herself and, by extension, refusing to honor the peace agreement that she had sought out, President Winton had resumed hostilities. The full force of the Manticoran Empire would now be brought to bear upon Aimesland. The Navy, Air Force, Army, and Marine Corps were instructed that ALL Aimeslandish persons were to be considered combatants. Army Air Force dive bombers and fighters took great glee in pouncing upon the fleeing columns of refugees as they fled to the Southwest while Army divisions closed in at the best speed they could make, invariably faster than the refugees could flee on foot. In the interim, border guards sealed checkpoints and recieved orders to fire upon anyone who attempted to cross the border.

The War Criminal Sprout would be apprehended or she would be killed. The General Staff didn't care.
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Rise of The United Front

Postby HypErcApitAl » Sat Sep 26, 2020 8:10 pm

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The United Front

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.ereh sdneirf lla er'eW

(Translation: 'We're all friends here.')

"Oh, really? Then what was all that hubbub in Theed and Harkness all about?"

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.senogyB eb senogyb teL


(Translation: "Let bygones be Bygones.')

"Well... I've grew to never trust a Deepstatist."

"The war's over, buddy. We're all on the same Side, now."

"They went after Winston, they should go after all of now. They can't catch us all."

"Well, I don't want to be indicted for 'Conspiracy to Bring Back the Republic.'"

"You won't be. Just trust us."

"Just one thing."

'And, what is it?"

"We're in this together, so, that means, you're going to be flying our Flag."

"Not that wretched doublecross."

The Deepstatist sighed.

"Do you want Normality, or no?"

"Depends on what that 'Normality' is. Is it 777?"

The Deepstatist laughed.

"No more of that nonsense. We do not like lingering in bunkers as much as you Democrats do."

"And no more of that 'talkin' backwards' shit. It's spooky asfuck."

The Deepstatist laughed again.

"Half of us got mobbed, remember? I'm a part of the other half. We were working with the Democratic Gov't, making technologies."

"I never would've expected this shit."

"Me, either. But the damned Monarchists think they can merely pull the wool over our eyes."

"Remember, just don't do that spooky shit anymore. It gives me the heebie-jeebies."

"Okay." The Deepstatist smiled.

"Atleast they're no longer killing Fascists on-sight."

"I know. But, we're all in this together. Pirates, romanticists, the whole Nine Yards."


And now, for the Grand Finale...

"We hereby announce the United Front." Grand Moff Pat Springleaf and Senator Jared Springfield said, in Unison.

"Like the Media say; 'Democracy Dies in Darkness,' but, the Deepstatists were a part of that 'darkness,' and they do not like this absurdity either." The Senator said.

"And, Miss President wouldn't want us to be divided, now, wouldn't she?" The Deepstatist from earlier asked.

"HELL NO!" Everyone in the bunker cheered, upraising their fists in Solidarity.

"LONG LIVE THE REPUBLIC, AND LONG LIVE WINSTONISM!" They cried.

"Ave Demokratia!" A girl yelled, waving around the blue flag.

The bunker cried out in Aimeslandish slogans and battlecries, and then a long silence overtook everything. The bunker was unified. Aimesland was unified. In all of the bunkers across the land, a single voice made-up of many cried: "AIMESLAND NEVER DIES! WE CANNOT BE BROKEN!"

"Down with Monarchism, down with Tyranny" were the cries of several Aimeslandish leaving their bunkers, upraising their weapons and fists. Many began waving both the blue flag and the Deepstatists' flag, as now, all Aimeslandish ideologues were united for one purpose and one purpose only; Return to the Status Quo and prevent Democracy from crumbling to Monarchism.




People started rebuilding Chamberlain, never allowing the Capitol to remain in ruins, as there were original blueprints - it could be restored, maybe even transformed into a fortress, a newer fortress of Democracy. Not just Weird Democracy or Basketcase Democracy or any other Democracy that Aimesland had invented, but Democracy itself. A universalist approach to everything, not just Chromism or Deepstatism or Winstonism, but One Aimeslandia Indivisible, No Matter What.

The Samston House and everything in it, getting rebuilt - as well as another Resolute Desk - Sprout had taken the original with her, but if there was going to be a Resurgent Aimesland, there was going to have to be a return to the prior glory also.

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Symbols of Aimeslandish Democracy, the POTBRA and everything else returning, not allowing the Republic to collapse or linger in ruins. The crises may have overtaken the BRA for now, but Aimeslandia herself will never die. Aristonia will never fall. No matter what, things were going to be restored.

To not become decrepit, to not fall into Ruin, to not be overtaken by any Extremist.




In following with all of the energency plans and The Senates' earlier plans, Aimesland would begin deforestation - to upboost the Economy by selling-off its beloved Wood to other markets and not being stingy (like the Sverians with their Fish and Fish Oil), but also because there were so many uses for Wood.

Rebuilding, cutting-down forests, and ensuring Democracy always stood, whether it was in the Halls of the Senate or in The People themselves.

Baddabing, baddaboom, and s'more Laissez-faire Capitalism beforetime.




The Grand Moff sighed.

"Welp, time for us to take our Leave." He said to the Senator.

"I know." Jared replied to Springleaf.

The remnants of the BRA had to "do like a tree, and leave," or "follow in Sprouts' Footsteps," as now, there was way too much to lose if they just stayed behind with The People. The People weren't idiots, they could always form mobs and/or militias and become revolutionaries. The counter-revolution was done, as the Monarchists and Fascists had tried to divide-and-conquer the Ancestral Homeland.

Now, the 'revolution' was to restore the Republic, even if Spring Liberalism had to rest (as said prior, Spring Liberalism was a resurgent ideology) and recuperate.

There was "12 months' time," was there not? The Aimeslandish could do a whole lot within a year - do not underestimate them.


Requiem for all the brave ones that had died in the Aimeo-Nihonese War, also Sprout/Allegra's Walk

"Well..." Sprout sighed.

"We got time. Do not worry about the walk, girl. Worry about how the ending'll look like." Allegra stated.

Sprout stared and smiled at Allegra for a bit, giving her a thumbs-up.

"I guess." Sprout replied, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah. But what we're about to do is, big girl; 'haul ass.' For one, we do not want the Reds findin' out we're not bunkered-down anymore. Two, we don't want to continue to disappoint The People. You got elected President for a reason. Now, you gotta lead your people. Lead me. Lead us." Allegra motivated and planned.

"Y'know why the reds actually helped us?"

"Why?"

"Because the reds continue to not understand Aimesland. The reds are too far behind. They cannot touch Base with us, Allegra."

"Yeah."

Allegra chuckled.

The couple continued to walk, then, they've started running. It was like their old school days when they were in Gym class and had to run around, or sprint. They can just breathe and pace around the Aimeslandish Scenery, no matter if Aimesland was bombed or not, the two continued.

"The System, their system, is gonna collapse. I don't think Monarchy is a compatible system for 'em." Allegra paced.

Sprout smirked.

"I dunno. They may continue. They're just stuck in a rut. It's like before my Administration, and also before my Predecessor, when the Senate didn't know how to act! They just sat there and... ho-hummed the entire time. A do-nothing Senate is bad, but, I mean, a warmongering Senate is worse." Sprout told.

"Yeah, but the Senate during your Admin, never warmongered. They just did their thing." Allegra replied.

"I know. I try to just do my best, but people love destroying the Good. They hate girls like me with a fiery passion."

"And I love girls like you with a fiery p-"

Sprout laughed, cutting-off Allegra.

"Boy-o-boy, I think we've left-behind the Officers." Sprout said, then doing a heelturn.

Sanders and Dynamite still walked, trying to follow the couple. The couple had been walking and running too fast. Sprout just laughed, flipped her hair, and turned back.

The couple would continue on their journey.

She had changed outfits, now wearing white. White pieces of avant-garde clothing, with sandals, also avant-garde. Aimeslandish Fashion had no stakes; the Aimeslandish just lived.

"Just keep runnin'." The 26 y/o thought.

"You really should sightsee, Sprout." Allegra said.

Sprout continued to think, staying in her own mind whilst the two ran.

"No-one'll just recognize me if I wear-on somethin' different. If I do my best to cloak-and-dagger myself..." She continued to think, not letting Allegra outpace her. The two continued to run side-to-side, and then they got closer, starting to hold hands whilst pacing.

She continued to think, falling in her own spiral of daydreams. Daydreaming was one of her many hobbies. There was actual personality to the woman than just leading the damn Country. There was actual poise. Most-likely, the monarchs held no poise; no grace.

"I dunno what'ta say.." Allegra facepalmed, still continuing to run, but there was no point in regaining her girls' attention. Sprout was deadset on doin' her own thing. One of those things, at a time, was Meditation. Before, it was practicing her Saxophone. Now, she just ran whilst her head was up in the Clouds. Livin' that Cloud Nine...

Now, there was just a bunch of trees. and maybe some houses and cars left over. People got drafted, so it was most-likely emptied.


They had to walk, the walking felt good to them, so now, the rest of the Gov't had to follow suit.

"Welp, we should find where Miss W is at." Jared told.

"I know." The Grand Moff acknowledged.

The two started walking, and talking about life.

"I've heard word that they were going Southwest, but that could be some false news." Springleaf stated.

"Well, then, SW we'll go. We'll find the madamoiselles." The Senator smiled.

"They may be goin' Aimeslandish. I kinda knew Sprout would get another friend, besides The Senate." Jared thought to himself.

"I usually don't smoke, but..." The Grand Moff paused, igniting a cigarette.

As the two walked, the Senator would also smoke.

Sitting behind desks and debating, but there was really one thing to life - enjoying the outdoors and taking a walk, which is what Jared started to remember, though now, City Life seemed better than being out in the Countryside.




GAR members were uneasy, most of them expecting their entire lives to be in the Service, but now...

There were two ways; either form a militia force (as stated prior) and head it, or do like what the gov't was doing and book it. Sanders, Dynamite, Springleaf and Winston were already gonzo, so now, the entire High Command was thinking of walking with them, though soldiers were unsure. They could use their military expertise and experience, heading the Militia and uniting it - not letting the Militias form and be independent, but instead forming a Grand Democratic Militia for the United Front.

"Imma just...up-and-go." Powerglide said.

"Who's with me? Hopefully somebody is!" Powerglide continued, cheering and trying to summon her inner Sprout Winston.

The remaining Yellow Barons raised their hands.

"I won't, Power. I gotta stay here, I got plans." Wasp, another veteran of the Aimeo-Nihonese War, replied.

Wasp's plans were to form the Blue Guard, and maybe the Beige Syndicate - already the Aimeslandish Uniforms were tan and almost-all neutral colors (asides from the Ragtag Misfit uniforms that were Red/Blue/Green), so there was points where the GAR or the remnants could capitalize and wear neutral-colored coats. Aimeslandish Fashion had to also learn some things from the Warglorian Reich, as their officers were very stylish.

Alot of soldiers and pilots walked-out with the 'Barons, seeing themselves "Follow in Winstons' Footsteps" like the rest of the Gov't/HC.

"I haven't a fucking clue what I'll be doing, Band." Jacie, the Marching Bands' flutist had told.

"But, we can't lose a Flute!" The bands' drummer had cried-out.

"Eh, we can always replace her." The maestro scoffed.

"Don't say that!" The drummer scolded.

The Band followed Powerglide, taking their instruments with them aswell, and essentially assing-out Jacie and her Flute.

The Blimpforce had suffered many losses during the War, but there was an ample amount of Conscripts, so the 'Force had recovered in Manpower, it was merely teaching them new skills - which they've fastly picked-upon since they've needed to survive. Survival was a big part of the Aimeo-Nihonese War, which was done, but at which cost?

Freedom wasn't Free, and the Aimeslandish had known that.

Many soldiers had to take their rifles, swords, and whatever else, deciding whether or not to defend their Homeland or leave-off like The President had done.

Weapons were also stashed in bunkers, but many had seen to protect them - so Wasp had alot of hope if she truly wanted to pursue her Blue Guard. There also was renewed manufacturing of firearms and newer uniforms, more skirts and newer berets (the neon green) to give-out to soldiers, so there were ample hands in that Department. The United Front was quick to tell people to be on-guard and defend the National Treasures in-before the Manticorans or whomever else tried to ass-out Aimeslandia.




Since Sprout Winston was in absentia, and the rest of the GAR and Winston Admin. were leaving, that means the UF had to start-up elections (snap elections) for their leader. The title of "President" was too sacred to pass-onto someone else (for now), so they'd switched-up and decided to give their leader the title of Chancellor.

Moxie Electrum, a girl from Freeton decided to place her hat in the Ring. The girl was an avowed Winstonite, and one of the Aimeslandish Nationalists' firstpicks to draft-up as their Guardsman if the time had come. The girl wasn't as talented or well-known as Sprout, but the change had to happen.

Another (Freeton isn't in Ambercity, 'another' in this context means that Ambercitizens run for Politics in 'Aime alot) Ambercitizen had decided to run, running against Moxie. His name was Cole Grayson, and he was an athlete - a racer. He had been racing in Ambercitys' circles for some time now, and had even a bad experience with a female racer (Allegra) and her friends. There was alot of rumors, and so Grayson had put-together two and two about Allegra and Sprout Winston, meaning that he was very harsh on Winstonism and The Most-Esteemed, herself. He didn't want a return to the Winston Administration or any of their cult-following, he wanted a return to Sprouts' predecessor, no matter how unremembered he (the former-President) was.

They continued to use baskets and sticks in this election - a continuance of Basketcase Democracy. There was no point in changing things up when it came to Elections, as the Aimeslandishs' most-favored way of voting and doing things was by stick, not by paper. "The stick 'was the mother to the paper,' so why not just use the stick," in many an Aimeslandish's mentality.

As-of-now, pretty mucn everything revolved around Sprout Winston, including this election. Winstonism would last into the ages, and couldn't be wiped-out. Gothic Republicanism, Aimeslandish Idealism, Lemonade Republicanism, and a few other things were tenets to Winstonism, not just the cult-of-personality around the 26 y/o, or the Winston Administration, or her picked Senators. At this point, the cards were stacked against anyone and anything Anti-Winstonite, including the reds, who targetted the Winston Administration in the flatteringly-named "Treaty of Chamberlain," which was an illegal treaty as it tried to "dissolve" Democracy and Democratic Values, Stances, Institutions, and pretty much anything Free. The treaty was unfair, and would easily give Aimesland a killing blow, much like the Warmongering Nihonese had tried to.

Though, the Aimeslandish didn't respond well to the treaty at all, burning copies of it and tearing it, as well as decrying it.

The first idea was to just not care, and get on with life, but no. The Manticorans had decided to attack the Aimeslandish Way-of-Life and her leaders, so accordingly, the Coiled Snake had to attack the Manticoran Bear - even if it meant more crises and madness. Democracy is sown with the corpses of Monarchists.

With elections occurring, it looked like Electrum was going to lose, but polls had shown she had a high favorability rating. She was from Freeton, meaning her hometown would vote overwhelmingly for-her. As time passed, it now looked like Grayson was losing.

In final polls and voting blocks, and amongst the Electoral College, Moxie Electrum had won.

She was now Chancellor-elect, which meant now that the Aimeslandish could finally vote-in Senators (and the Head-of-State can also pick some, as done since the early days of the Republic, and which will be going on for the forseeable future, even if becoming a Dominion would pause it for now...)

The Winstonites would probably pursue speeding-up the process so that Electrum'd finally be able to "do stuff" rather than just sitting around and giving concessions to the Winstonites and Electrumists (Electrum's supporters, a new wing of Winstonism) all day.




The United Front had to not just combat Monarchists (Antimonarchist Action), but also combat Centrists. This front was an Anticentrist front, as Centrism wasn't well-liked in Aimesland, aswell. One time, the Centrists and lobbyists had plotted to remove self-defense (Sword Users) from Aimeslandish Culture, which had caused a very violent reaction, which was well-deserved. Violent democracy is much preferable than peaceful Despotism; Without peaceful protest, violent rioting becomes inevitable - and there couldn't be any "peaceful protesting" if the Centrists had taken away all guns and swords and gunswords.

The centrists had broken both the NAP (Non-Aggression Pact) and Social Contract.

The Centrists had taken power in the Austerran Confederacy, one of Aimesland's allies (and a Honorary Blue) - the thing was to remove Centrism at all costs. Anticentrism was the way.

Atleast the Centrists, Anticentrists and Mixed Governmentarians/Bonapartists (Newne Carribeanian Empire) were united against Despots (Communists/Monarchists/Fascists)

Aimeslandia wasn't ageist, but it seemed like they had to play that Card if they wanted to survive, just like they played the Race Card and called the Nihonese racist, or when they've called-out the Newnecarribbeanians for being misogynistic. To survive, to obey Darwin's Law was to move and move quick, not care about the rubble as those buildings could easily be rebuilt - it was just the Legacy, the people and the archives. But Aimesland had many librarians and archivists. Aimesland wasn't ageist; they still had the old to tell stories and tales about Life, but they [the Elderly] just didn't whine and gripe about "back in my Day."

Certain things were very, very normal in 'Aime, others very weird - but that's like the inside looking out and saying "Hm, they're awkward," much like Allegra's analogy about Aimeslandia being a girl trying to date and get a boyfriend.

Aimesland literally and hypothetically/technically/figuratively was on a High Horse. Aimesland, in those same ways "died on their sword," it was funny to say, but accurate.


Atleast there now were actual reasons and prerequisites for going out and fighting the Enemy headon instead of making several campaigns. (Aimeslandish moving about instead of hanging around and being sedimentary; roaming instead of lingering - actually being in said area rather than throwing countless resources and "Attacking" the enemy VIA propagandas.)

Aimeslandish Anarchisms
  • Anarcho-Fascism
  • Guy Fawkes Anarchism
  • Anarcho-Environmentalism

Though Aimeslandia was anti-Anarcho-Pacifism, as it was an Armed Republic. Being very anticommunist, Aimesland was anti-Anarcho-Laborism and anti-Anarcho-Syndicalism. Egoism was also flawed in the Aimeslandishs' eyes, Mutualism, was...

Maybe.

But some of the other forms of anarchism weren't accepted in the Front, even though The Olives (Anarcho-Environmentalists) were barely in, they just also hated Monarchists. Anarcho-Fascism was a current, because Deepstatism had some "Anarcho-Fascist" traits. GFA was there, as a response to Deepstatism, and it pretty-much lingered although Aimesland didn't want anymore associations with Anarchy, being a Republican State for a very-long time.

Aimesland started to get a criminal following, though it was because:

  • Piracy is an actual response to unfree markets, Aimesland, being a Minarchist State, was doing the right thing.
  • Overspending on armaments does that.
  • Piracy isn't that bad, infact, Slavery is way worse. Slavery is forced Labor. Piracy is just reposessions, or giving services back into other Markets. Aimesland was Market Liberal, so it made sense.

So, it may make sense for Mutualism to be accepted, or Crowned Republicanism, or Council Republicanism. For one, there's loopholes; Aimesland could still be a Dominion, with the guv'ner in the background, but also having a Crowned President. A second would be giving everything away to councils and having the Guv'ner be Head Councilman.

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There's many ways.

Sidenote: Anarchists don't have rules; Pirates do. (Goldbeard was a psychopathic mass-murderer who just used Piracy as an excuse to get rich, but... Goldbeard's Empire became conflated with Aimeslandish Piracy itself, so...)

Already, Aimesland was Vigilantist, and laissez-faire capitalist, which probably led it into becoming Illegalist, or a Criminal Empire. Culturally, Aimesland was an empire, but not politically - which was one of the political issues, though 'Aime had pursued that through Technocracy, but not becoming a Technate. Instead, 'Aime was in the middle of Pure Technocracy and Technocratic Republicanism, as 'Aime did believe in democratically-electing, but they also started to become a Frontier State and get expansionist tendencies - so they were just an "Aimeslandish Technocracy," since they were in the middle.

All of this was very odd, probably causing outsiders to not know what Aimesland was, ideologically, as they continued to become and/or makeup ideologies at-will and ad nauseum.

Though, Aimeslandish stereotypes were because of them being Anarcho-Environmentalistic, which was a very-long time ago. But, stereotypes persist despite 'Aime not being Olive anymore, or culturally-environmentalist anymore. Infact, 'Aime wasn't going to be culturally-conservationist anymore - they started deforestation.

Ironically, being very tough-on-Crime, but then being known for-Crime (but because of how Libertarian and Minarchist they were, and maybe because Aimesland still had remnants of that Anarcho-Environmentalism that lingered)




Sprout Winston, the Gods bless her name, won't be POTBRA forever - no matter what. Winstonism was going to come and leave, and another ideology would appear. Another cult-of-personality would pop-up, no matter what the Reds did.


"I'm no Sprout Winston, I'll try to be, but please just give me a chance - that's all. I grew-up in a small town, living in a big world. I'm happy to be here, right now. This country's been embroiled in a whole lotta crisis, but I assure you, we can have Fun no matter what. As chancellor, I have big plans, and bigger shoes to fill despite being the only chancellor. I came after a great woman, a great individual. I don't know what's gonna happen next, but hopefully it's good - that's all imma say. But, as for Politics, I'll say; 'Historical revisionism and revanchism won't get us anywhere. What'll get us places is Change. Us progressivists have been fighting very hard in that category, and hopefully, more change'll occur. Hopefully, it won't just all go to waste. As the first chancellor - first of my kind, I plan on holding this position with Pride, 'cause I'll prolly mess up - I don't expect you to forgive me, but what I do expect, is hard work. Why? 'Cause hard work most-definitely pays off. Crime doesn't pay, and if it does, it don't pay too well. I'm not gonna mince words but I won't sugarcoat either. I won't say bad against my predecessor, although she is a President. Hopefully, my successor says nothing bad about me - "

Moxie cut herself off, to laugh.

"I forgot to end the quote." Chancellor-elect Electrum laughed heartily, before resuming her Speech.

"We're not always going to have bad days, just remember that. The war wasn't bad, it was good. Why? It helped seat Sprout and her Administration. If the war didn't happen, she'd probably be to the backseat of History; left and forgotten. Winstonism'd probably be for naught. But I'll say; 'I'm not gonna make this all by myself. I am a Populist, much like Sprout. I am pretty-much her spiritual little sister.' I think for a chancellor, I'm gonna mess-up, but that's okay. That's alright. I'm the first-of-my-kind. So be it. If I fall, I fall on my own two feet - I accept all responsibility - I do not need someones' excuses, or for someone to fall-down with me. On that note, let's change something. Let's do something for the betterment of Society. Not just for Aimeslandia, but for everyone. Not me, but us - that's what imma say."

Chancellor-elect Moxie Electrum ended her speech, nervously smiling.

The crowd sighed, before pausing, and then... cheering? Ironically, it could be said that Moxie didn't have Sprout's moxie. That the crowd was far-used (and tired) to Sprout Winston and her cheerleading ways, and how she almost-always cursed or asked a rhetorical question in her many, many speeches and writings. The Chancellor-elect wasn't given Hell, or as much as Grayson was, but she wasn't granted Sprouts' roaring applause and "Whoo-hoo, yeah, go get 'em girl!-s' " from smiling supporters. The Electrum name was too mysterious, whereas Winston was well-known. Sprouts' family (as much as the Aimeslandish didn't give a hoot about parentage, and cared moreso about orphanage and wandering) was rather talkative, much like she was. In school, Sprout was very chatty and an exuberant gossip. She was even a chatty patty. Sprout, besides that, was well-known on her own prestige and legacy for what she'd done as a Student. As an athlete that also was a nerd.

Sprout was a jack-of-all-trades, which the Aimeslandish had overwhelming support for Getalenteerde, even if they looked like self-aggrandizing, blubbering, busybodies - or know-it-alls...

but, it's ten times better to "know it all" than to "Eat your books and read your Lunch," in Sprouts' words.

. . .

The Reds conflate Spring Liberalism (the ideology the BRA is), with Colored Republicanism (the reason why the BRA is called that, also because Aimeslands' national color is Blue. Why wouldn't they call themselves the Blue Republic?) And, second, Spring Liberalism isn't a Party, but it's an ideology - the Aimeslandish form of Progressivism. It just so happened that it began sucking-up ideologies and parts of ideologies, becoming massive and bloated. But, Spring Liberalism was never a Party. Aimesland is nonpartisan - there never have been parties in Aimesland, well, besides the Communists, but we don't talk about 'em.


The Manticorans really didn't know what the heck Spring Liberalism was, conflating it with Partisan Politics - pshaw! Spring Liberalism is above Party Politics - Partisanship only divides and weakens. Spring Liberalism is inherently Liberal-to-Progressive, though now staunchly Progressivist and Ultraprogressive. It was Modernist, Post-modernist, Post-post-modernist, and highly artistic, even within Aimesland's ways of being Artistic.

The ideology grew, expanded. It had seized ideologies, or parts of ideologies, but it was by no means a political party - It was Aimeslands' wing of Progressivism, or Progression in Aimesland. Progressivism in Aimesland would be Spring Liberalist by default because that's how Aimeslandish Politics had worked. There was no real "rightwing," the most-right an Aimeslandish could go (within what was politically in the Overground, or the Political/Societal Norms), was Classical Liberalism, but Aimesland had pretty-much abandoned its Classicism. It had kept Classicism in its culture, as it was worried about Culture Vultures or Appropriators - people that stole outright from Aimeslandish Coulture. And not just Culture or Coulture, but people that lived to destroy what Aimesland was, as a society.

Being Progressive, and far-leftist (but still on the Libertarian side of the Authoritarian-Libertarian Axis), Aimesland by default was Idealist - and so Aimeslandish Idealism was hyperidealistic. Pragmatism and realism pretty-much being foreign words, in Aimesland. It was Aimeslandish to live in Fantasy, to live in Utopia, to live in an ideal world or society - even if such was deemed "impossible," but Aimeslandism, or to be Aimeslandish, was pretty-much a foreign way all to itself. There was no such thing as "impossible," everything was Possible. Everything was Granted. In a very-free society, in a society that held Youth on a pedestal, it was very likely that this would lead to what Aimesland was now - Surrealist, Satirist, Absurdist, Technocratic, Culturally-Technoenvironmentalist, Positivist (always being positive, or viewing things in a positive light), and so on.


There's no brakes on this Progressivist Train.

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The Progressivist Tidalwave will continue on, even if the Reds try ganging-up on Aimesland (and her allies) again and again, and again. Progression, Regeneration, Evolution shall stand strong and valiantly defeat and crush Degeneration, Regression and Devolution - the Sun calls, in its Light!

The Sun Shines Brightly (on Aimesland, not Nihon)!

"I dunno what'ta say.." Allegra facepalmed, still continuing to run, but there was no point in regaining her girls' attention. Sprout was deadset on doin' her own thing. One of those things, at a time, was Meditation. Before, it was practicing her Saxophone. Now, she just ran whilst her head was up in the Clouds. Livin' that Cloud Nine...

Now, there was just a bunch of trees. and maybe some houses and cars left over. People got drafted, so it was most-likely emptied.


"Welp, I get tired of walkin'." Allegra told.

Sprout was still daydreaming, though it was probably night by now. One person was in the adjacent house, opening their door and waving to them, probably not recognizing the couple. Sprout had ran over to that person, ending her daydream by sparking-up a conversation with them, like the chatty patty she was. Talkative-by-Nature, haha!

As she striked-up the Band, she'd strike-up the idea of Wanderlust (although this was political wandering-around. Political nomads - not willingly, but forced - an ultimatum, either be up in a biased trial or run for it and half of Aimesland decided to walk the heck out like there was no Tomorrow.)

"It's not like us to be up in the Country like this, but..." Sprout joked, then pausing dramatically.

"Moderate times require Moderate Solutions." Sprout stated.

"I see whatcha mean, Miss President." The person agreed.

"Damn, it feels good to be President." Sprout had thought.

"Um, so..." Allegra dragged her feet. She was so tired, she could collapse, but she tried so hard not to - she'd been exhausting her Willpower.

"We gotta rest. My...friend here looks torn." Sprout stated, though using the word "Friend" tightly at this point - Allegra was more than a friend at this point-in-time.

"I understand." The person invited them inside their house.

"Nihonese Empire - shit is getting real!" Sprout exclaimed and yawned.

Allegra yawned, though very quietly - as was her thing to be dainty and petite, and as feminine as possible. At times, Allegra's overly-daintiness contrasted and bounced-up-off-of Sprout and her personality, not that Sprout wasn't girly or feminine, but she seemed very chaotic and bossy in comparison.

Sprout had turned her head, and seemingly felt Allegras' share of tire. This empathy was odd, as if Sprout held both her own tiredness and Allegras'.

She figured she'd allow Allegra rest - getting her off her feet, so she'd motion, and the girl had hopped into Winstons' arms in less-than-an-instant.
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The United Front

The news of President Winston's flight spelled the end of any consideration of peace. By refusing to surrender herself and, by extension, refusing to honor the peace agreement that she had sought out, President Winston had resumed hostilities. The full force of the Manticoran Empire would now be brought to bear upon Aimesland. The Navy, Airforce, Army, and Marine Corps were instructed that ALL Aimeslandish persons were to be considered combatants. Army Airforce divebombers and fighters took great glee in pouncing upon the fleeing columns of refugees as they fled to the Southwest while Army divisions closed in at the best speed they could make, invariably faster than the refugees could flee on foot. In the interim, border guards sealed checkpoints and received orders to fire upon anyone who attempted to cross the border.

The war criminal Sprout would be apprehended or she would be killed. The General Staff didn't care.


Pretty-much everyone and their mother had been taking-off to the Southwest. Aimeslandia, herself, had alot of trees - though that'd be changing as the Economy needed to return and maybe even resurge. A resurgent Aimeslandia pretty-much would scare-off the Reds, despite anything bad happening to the Winstonites and their supporters. Moxie Electrum was now Chancellor, as the Winstonites quickly moved to restore the country.

Since Sprout Winston was in absentia, and the rest of the GAR and Winston Admin. were leaving, that means the UF had to start-up elections (snap elections) for their leader. The title of "President" was too sacred to pass-onto someone else (for now), so they'd switched-up and decided to give their leader the title of Chancellor.

Moxie Electrum, a girl from Freeton decided to place her hat in the Ring. The girl was an avowed Winstonite, and one of the Aimeslandish Nationalists' firstpicks to draft-up as their Guardsman if the time had come. The girl wasn't as talented or well-known as Sprout, but the change had to happen.

Another (Freeton isn't in Ambercity, 'another' in this context means that Ambercitizens run for Politics in 'Aime alot) Ambercitizen had decided to run, running against Moxie. His name was Cole Grayson, and he was an athlete - a racer. He had been racing in Ambercitys' circles for some time now, and had even a bad experience with a female racer (Allegra) and her friends. There was alot of rumors, and so Grayson had put-together two and two about Allegra and Sprout Winston, meaning that he was very harsh on Winstonism and The Most-Esteemed, herself. He didn't want a return to the Winston Administration or any of their cult-following, he wanted a return to Sprouts' predecessor, no matter how unremembered he (the former-President) was.

They continued to use baskets and sticks in this election - a continuance of Basketcase Democracy. There was no point in changing things up when it came to Elections, as the Aimeslandishs' most-favored way of voting and doing things was by stick, not by paper. "The stick 'was the mother to the paper,' so why not just use the stick," in many an Aimeslandish's mentality.

As-of-now, pretty mucn everything revolved around Sprout Winston, including this election. Winstonism would last into the ages, and couldn't be wiped-out. Gothic Republicanism, Aimeslandish Idealism, Lemonade Republicanism, and a few other things were tenets to Winstonism, not just the cult-of-personality around the 26 y/o, or the Winston Administration, or her picked Senators. At this point, the cards were stacked against anyone and anything Anti-Winstonite, including the reds, who targetted the Winston Administration in the flatteringly-named "Treaty of Chamberlain," which was an illegal treaty as it tried to "dissolve" Democracy and Democratic Values, Stances, Institutions, and pretty much anything Free. The treaty was unfair, and would easily give Aimesland a killing blow, much like the Warmongering Nihonese had tried to.

Though, the Aimeslandish didn't respond well to the treaty at all, burning copies of it and tearing it, as well as decrying it.

The first idea was to just not care, and get on with life, but no. The Manticorans had decided to attack the Aimeslandish Way-of-Life and her leaders, so accordingly, the Coiled Snake had to attack the Manticoran Bear - even if it meant more crises and madness. Democracy is sown with the corpses of Monarchists.

With elections occurring, it looked like Electrum was going to lose, but polls had shown she had a high favorability rating. She was from Freeton, meaning her hometown would vote overwhelmingly for-her. As time passed, it now looked like Grayson was losing.

In final polls and voting blocks, and amongst the Electoral College, Moxie Electrum had won.

She was now Chancellor-elect, which meant now that the Aimeslandish could finally vote-in Senators (and the Head-of-State can also pick some, as done since the early days of the Republic, and which will be going on for the forseeable future, even if becoming a Dominion would pause it for now...)

The Winstonites would probably pursue speeding-up the process so that Electrum'd finally be able to "do stuff" rather than just sitting around and giving concessions to the Winstonites and Electrumists (Electrum's supporters, a new wing of Winstonism) all day.


"I'm no Sprout Winston, I'll try to be, but please just give me a chance - that's all. I grew-up in a small town, living in a big world. I'm happy to be here, right now. This country's been embroiled in a whole lotta crisis, but I assure you, we can have Fun no matter what. As chancellor, I have big plans, and bigger shoes to fill despite being the only chancellor. I came after a great woman, a great individual. I don't know what's gonna happen next, but hopefully it's good - that's all imma say. But, as for Politics, I'll say; 'Historical revisionism and revanchism won't get us anywhere. What'll get us places is Change. Us progressivists have been fighting very hard in that category, and hopefully, more change'll occur. Hopefully, it won't just all go to waste. As the first chancellor - first of my kind, I plan on holding this position with Pride, 'cause I'll prolly mess up - I don't expect you to forgive me, but what I do expect, is hard work. Why? 'Cause hard work most-definitely pays off. Crime doesn't pay, and if it does, it don't pay too well. I'm not gonna mince words but I won't sugarcoat either. I won't say bad against my predecessor, although she is a President. Hopefully, my successor says nothing bad about me - "

Moxie cut herself off, to laugh.

"I forgot to end the quote." Chancellor-elect Electrum laughed heartily, before resuming her Speech.

"We're not always going to have bad days, just remember that. The war wasn't bad, it was good. Why? It helped seat Sprout and her Administration. If the war didn't happen, she'd probably be to the backseat of History; left and forgotten. Winstonism'd probably be for naught. But I'll say; 'I'm not gonna make this all by myself. I am a Populist, much like Sprout. I am pretty-much her spiritual little sister.' I think for a chancellor, I'm gonna mess-up, but that's okay. That's alright. I'm the first-of-my-kind. So be it. If I fall, I fall on my own two feet - I accept all responsibility - I do not need someones' excuses, or for someone to fall-down with me. On that note, let's change something. Let's do something for the betterment of Society. Not just for Aimeslandia, but for everyone. Not me, but us - that's what imma say."

Chancellor-elect Moxie Electrum ended her speech, nervously smiling.

The crowd sighed, before pausing, and then... cheering? Ironically, it could be said that Moxie didn't have Sprout's moxie. That the crowd was far-used (and tired) to Sprout Winston and her cheerleading ways, and how she almost-always cursed or asked a rhetorical question in her many, many speeches and writings. The Chancellor-elect wasn't given Hell, or as much as Grayson was, but she wasn't granted Sprouts' roaring applause and "Whoo-hoo, yeah, go get 'em girl!-s' " from smiling supporters. The Electrum name was too mysterious, whereas Winston was well-known. Sprouts' family (as much as the Aimeslandish didn't give a hoot about parentage, and cared moreso about orphanage and wandering) was rather talkative, much like she was. In school, Sprout was very chatty and an exuberant gossip. She was even a chatty patty. Sprout, besides that, was well-known on her own prestige and legacy for what she'd done as a Student. As an athlete that also was a nerd.

Sprout was a jack-of-all-trades, which the Aimeslandish had overwhelming support for Getalenteerde, even if they looked like self-aggrandizing, blubbering, busybodies - or know-it-alls...

but, it's ten times better to "know it all" than to "Eat your books and read your Lunch," in Sprouts' words.


At this point-in-Time, alot of political change had been happening, and things were getting invented. Aimeslandish Resilience was at its peak, despite Manticore and their due diligence to tyrannize the blues. With Chancellor Electrum and some Aimeslandish staying and fighting, there still was hope - the thing the Blues tried to keep. Wasp and the few that decided to stay, were gathering more resources from bunkers and handing them out to the others who decided to protect what was getting rebuilt and restored. Blueprints and copies of blueprints were also used to rebuild damaged parts of Aimeslandish cities and architectures, but also... while the Aimeslandish had attempted to kill Vicuna with Kindness while also reserving their "No Concessions" policy - not caving into terrorists or extremists, the Aimeslandish never saw the Manticorans as an actual enemy or threat despite the fact that Chamberlain was bombed. The Manticorans were utilizing their Airforce to the fullest extent, but the Aimeslandish were quickly developing armaments to combat tanks and explosives - they had learned from the War. They also learned to not take Life for Granted; if many were leaving and heading SW, then the few had to protect their homeland with their lives. The brave had to die, but die to protect what they had known.

The Aimeslandish were very sore and tired from the War, but there were still a few who had triggerfingers - and rather itchy ones at that. As Chancellor Electrum heard the news of Manticoran Hostility, she ordered the filling-out of the High Command (High Command members fled, so there had to be a new HC) and also more enlistments. She also ordered the Flametroopers to begin, post-haste. If there was one thing: the strategy was to primarily use Flamethrowers, Molotov Cocktails and other fiery weapons. The strategy was to also dig more trenches, holes and ditches into the ground.




They had to walk, the walking felt good to them, so now, the rest of the Gov't had to follow suit.

"Welp, we should find where Miss W is at." Jared told.

"I know." The Grand Moff acknowledged.

The two started walking, and talking about life.

"I've heard word that they were going Southwest, but that could be some false news." Springleaf stated.

"Well, then, SW we'll go. We'll find the madamoiselles." The Senator smiled.

"They may be goin' Aimeslandish. I kinda knew Sprout would get another friend, besides The Senate." Jared thought to himself.

"I usually don't smoke, but..." The Grand Moff paused, igniting a cigarette.

As the two walked, the Senator would also smoke.

Sitting behind desks and debating, but there was really one thing to life - enjoying the outdoors and taking a walk, which is what Jared started to remember, though now, City Life seemed better than being out in the Countryside.


"Welp, I get tired of walkin'." Allegra told.

Sprout was still daydreaming, though it was probably night by now. One person was in the adjacent house, opening their door and waving to them, probably not recognizing the couple. Sprout had ran over to that person, ending her daydream by sparking-up a conversation with them, like the chatty patty she was. Talkative-by-Nature, haha!

As she striked-up the Band, she'd strike-up the idea of Wanderlust (although this was political wandering-around. Political nomads - not willingly, but forced - an ultimatum, either be up in a biased trial or run for it and half of Aimesland decided to walk the heck out like there was no Tomorrow.)

"It's not like us to be up in the Country like this, but..." Sprout joked, then pausing dramatically.

"Moderate times require Moderate Solutions." Sprout stated.

"I see whatcha mean, Miss President." The person agreed.

"Damn, it feels good to be President." Sprout had thought.

"Um, so..." Allegra dragged her feet. She was so tired, she could collapse, but she tried so hard not to - she'd been exhausting her Willpower.

"We gotta rest. My...friend here looks torn." Sprout stated, though using the word "Friend" tightly at this point - Allegra was more than a friend at this point-in-time.

"I understand." The person invited them inside their house.

"Nihonese Empire - shit is getting real!" Sprout exclaimed and yawned.

Allegra yawned, though very quietly - as was her thing to be dainty and petite, and as feminine as possible. At times, Allegra's overly-daintiness contrasted and bounced-up-off-of Sprout and her personality, not that Sprout wasn't girly or feminine, but she seemed very chaotic and bossy in comparison.

Sprout had turned her head, and seemingly felt Allegras' share of tire. This empathy was odd, as if Sprout held both her own tiredness and Allegras'.

She figured she'd allow Allegra rest - getting her off her feet, so she'd motion, and the girl had hopped into Winstons' arms in less-than-an-instant.


"Y'all hear that shit?" The Grand Moff asked.

"Yeah, they're shooting at us." The Senator replied.

"Actually, they're just shooting at a buncha trees. That's the upside of being in Aimesland, is all the trees." Another senator said.

"We gotta hightail it." Pat Springleaf said, starting to run as fast as he could.

"Agreed." The others said in unison as they also started running.

"To be honest wit'cha, I do not know how Miss W got that far." The Grand Moff told.

"She hauled ass." The others laughed and replied in unison.

"Well, then... Let's haul ass too!" The Grand Moff shouted and ran faster.




Obviously they wouldn't do that, so the polar opposite happened. Any cakes or treats the Bakeries had, they'd shower the Manticorans with foodstuffs.

At this point-in-Time, there was no need for unfriendliness amongst both the BRA and the Manticoran Empire, unless the latter'd really-messed-up, much like the Former had done with Cap'n Goldbeard and his Crew.


"Well, we'll continue to burn shit, now that the Reds really'd like to trifle with us." Goldbug said.

"Y'all heard about the new Tractor stuff?" Inferno asked.

"I sure did." Goldbug replied.

"Tell ya what, I can't believe I survived this mess." Tonto stated.

"Cheer the fuck up, Tonto." Goldbug scolded.

"The Deepstatists got our back now, which is disappointing. I wanted to barbecue-up some fascist fucks." Goldy continued.

"We gotta go protect Theed, go protect Halifax, protect Troy, my-my-my there's alot of cities we must defend, we must hurry!" A female soldier nicknamed "Blurr" had said, speaking very fast.

"One thing, and one thing only, Blurr." Goldbug was saying.

"What, what what? What is it, can you please tell me, golly!?" Blurr sped.

"You must calm down, girl." Goldbug told her.

"Calm? I am calm. The monarchists, we must kill the monarchists, we gotta-"

Goldbug interrupted the fast-talking girl.

"I cannot tell if you're calm or not, you speak too quickly." Goldbug sternly said.

"Well, sorry sorry sorry, but we have a job to do, Job? Many jobs. We cannot sit here and play Cats' Cradle all day, we must march on! March march march!" Blurr replied.

"Well, if there's one thing I've learned from the War, is that the enemy surely loves to spam their Tank Divisions. Now, if we can combat that with our cars and tractors, we'd be fine." Goldbug told everyone.

"I got your back." Inferno nodded and smiled behind the gas mask.

"So, you're going to quote books about Firemen at us again?" Goldbug had asked.

Inferno laughed.




"Yeah. But what we're about to do is, big girl; 'haul ass.' For one, we do not want the Reds findin' out we're not bunkered-down anymore. Two, we don't want to continue to disappoint The People. You got elected President for a reason. Now, you gotta lead your people. Lead me. Lead us." Allegra motivated and planned.


As time passed and the couple slept and recovered, Sprout worried and stressed out if she was disappointing Allegra. She didn't want to let anyone down. She'd thought she wasn't, but there was just so much that had happened recently and her head was flustered. She had meditated and daydreamed into a better world, into an ideal world - the world she'd ran for when she was a Presidential Candidate/Hopeful. She had ran off of Aimeslandish Idealism, though now she felt very saddened and upset. She smoked again, to "keep herself from crying." She had hated the idea of rotting in a jail cell, but she also didn't want to leave Allegra alone to her own devices. The girl probably would've been depressed and angered without Sprouts' chitter-chatter.

She sighed.

"What's wrong?" Allegra asked.

"Did I really send my country into Ruination? Am I really that bad?" Sprout cried and held her head down, staring at the ground as she walked.

"I'd think not, I appreciate you, and your legacy. But, I feel sad too. I went from racing and doing alot of adventuring in Ambercity and other cities, to running and hiding. Are we really cowards?" Allegra asked, but also replied.

"The most cowardly thing to do, would be wasting around in Bunkers." Sprout sternly responded.

"Either I die, and get martyred, or I successfully flee. I really don't want to leave my Homeland but the heartless have given me no choices. I'm not turning myself in - to turn myself in would be to concede Defeat. I am the Republic. If I die, the Republic dies." Sprout thought to herself.

"So many are walking after me, though, so I must be doin' somethin' right." She continued to think.




Theed

"Welp. I have alotta stuffs to do now." Chancellor Electrum sat at the replicate of the Resolute Desk.

"To be completely honest with you, Miss Chancellor, this is mostly older stuffs from either the Winston Administration or Admins before." Moxies' advisor replied.

"Regardless, I still have alotta work to do. The Manticorans are restless in destroying our Republic." Chancellor Electrum responded.

"The previous High Command and everyone important, or "Good" in our Community has taken off. And I'm still hearing shots." The Chancellor continued.

"Yeah, previously they've bombed Chamberlain, causing us to try to surrender to Vicuna." Moxies' advisor stated.

"Atleast we're not under Nihonese Hegemony. I'd rather this than anything else." Chancellor Electrum frankly told.

"I wish my friend Sprout good luck and Godspeed." Moxie continued.

Her advisor nodded in agreement.

"The plan is, we gather-up the rest of the GAR, or Wasp and her crew, tell them to protect the coastal cities. Then, we do more propagandizing and recruiting - but I'm sure we're going to have more-than-enough men and women from our prior militia forces and mobs, especially ANONYMOUS and the other counter-militias. But, we also have the Deepstatists and Chromists here." Moxie planned and told her advisor.

"What about our tanks and airplanes?" Her advisor asked.

"We were trying to abide by the Treaty, but that treaty's an unfair piece-of-shit. We're gonna use whatsoever we've got, and also focus on our manufacturing of tractors and armored cars." Moxie replied.

"We also gotta focus on repairing Chamberlain. I don't want to be in Theed forever." Moxie ordered.

"But, we have to be in Theed for now. It's in perfect shape." Her advisor replied.

"Well, until the damned Reds bomb the shit to pieces. But, I expect them to try flanking our coasts and try sieging Halifax, so we'd be best defending. We have to make more barriers and boundaries and also barricades. Like I've said prior, we also gotta focus on fiery weapons. We gotta burn them to Hell." Moxie said.

"We're going to focus on our Army this time around. Sprout had done well, but not well enough apparently." Moxie remarked.

Her advisor laughed.

"Just don't piss-off the Winstonites." He replied.

"Imma try not to. But, I gotta get this country back in Working Shape." Moxie stated.
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Diplomatic Fleet Sent Eastward
The Gykrete shined and sparkled on its way out of the bay today. Cannons were fully loaded and fired several salvos across the bay. But that was far from the most impressive aspect of the dread battleship. The entire deck of the ship was covered in native flora and fauna. The proud members of our Navy slept ashore tonight, as the crew quarters were filled with caretakers, diplomats, and chefs. The Gykrete's first task would not be militaristic, but diplomatic. Surrounded by twelve destroyers, they are equipped to handle nearly any situation, even should new adventures lead to blows! Mind the Zjaumit lilies!

This marks the third and final of Zjaum's diplomatic expeditions. Earlier this month, the sister ship Welkwu took a similar escort and accompaniment westward to engage in parlance with the island powerhouse that is the Manticoran Empire. As best as we can tell, there have been no issues with their fleet. Still, we pray for their safe return, just as we prayed this morning for the Gykrete's safe voyage! The fleet of patrol boats along our hemisphere's western side will make for a warm hello to our otherwise cold and distant neighbors.

For interviews of the crews and speeches of the leadership, please continue to the following page.


Tout'krah Organize Steel Workers' Strike
Protesting in the name of higher wages and better child care, several thousand steel workers took to the streets today. The union leadership refused to comment aside from "Our signs will speak for ourselves."

The management was more available to comment. "When the farmers don't receive their new mechanized farming equipment, they know who to blame. The Tout'krah needs the rural support to get out of 11th, and they certainly aren't doing themselves any favors. I'm confident that the factories will be up and running by next week, but I'd be happy to see the unions lose out politically. It's ultimately their choice."

Small-time steel mills in the outlying provinces are still in full swing, and presumably eager to pick up the slack of the larger urban behemoths. For editorials, please see the fifth page of this paper.


Air Force Reveals New Blimp Design
Dirigible Commander Ioro Telkak himself gave a presentation to the press corps (and any of the populace willing to sit for an hour or two) on the blueprint to the latest addition to our fearsome Air Force. The blimp can supposedly fit a crew of a hundred at full capacity.

One aficionado from the crowd raised doubts about the project. His claim was that the dirigible could not get enough lift to sustain a practical altitude, going so far as to say this was, quote, "yet another attempt to leech more money from the more beneficial forces of Zjaum's military." Commander Telkak stated that he would prove the critic wrong on the testing grounds.

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EI[ | ∃ | I=I ~~~ Railroad Standardization Act


TO EVERY CORNER OF ZJAUM, LET THE FOLLOWING APPLY AND OPERATE:

1.5 meters is considered the official track gauge of Zjaum, and may be called the Wlitowan Gauge.

The gauge of any future rail laid in Zjaum must be either 1.5 meters, or the width of the connecting railroad.

Committee 253 is established, consisting of representatives who own the tracks and members of the House of Majorities, which shall determine a procedure to convert previously-existing rails and carts to comply with new standards, as well as appropriate compensation. The first tracks to be readjusted will be from the capital to Ports Keyrit, Tuhrai, and Raweto.

Track will be laid to connect tracks of Wlitowan Gauge. The Department of Roads is given full authority to design the plans but must come to the Houses of Majorities and Minorities for approval.

Funding for the above plan will derive exclusively from national resource revenues.


⊥-\II ~ Ostland

The WAZ Welkwu did not ask for permission to dock. The Welkwu parked offshore, to be certain, but the first formal communication would not be the squabbles between Captain Trewo and some port lackey. In fact, as the captain's expeditionary boat came ashore on a port in Ostmark, he vowed not to speak to anyone until he met someone of a high enough rank. However, this did not mean that he would leave his gifts behind. He stepped onto the planks of the Ostmark port, six additional row boats in his wake. Seven. God's number of completion.

He nodded to what fisherman turned a confused (or perhaps amused) eye at his formal attire. He held his chin high as he ventured further inland. He perused the larger Manticore ships that lined his way. Ironclad, and very similar to Zjaum's. He didn't know quite what to expect, but even then it seemed disappointing.

The parade behind him bore flowers of a dozen colors, animals of a dozen sizes, and gemstones of a dozen makes. The port authority was simple enough to locate; the walk took only a half-hour. A subordinate rapped on the door and awaited a response. Upon reception, Trewo had an opening line ready and memorized:

"Salutations. I am Captain Ungek Trewo, emissary of the brilliant Republic of Zjaum and by proxy the hemisphere to your east. I am here to parley with your King-Consort. I request to be directed and escorted to that end."
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The Treaty of Heiwa

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Heiwa, Shiroibara
National Diet Building

The Prime Minister and the Nihonese Minister of Foreign Affairs took a seat.
Nihon had already been informally defending Shiroibara ever since their relations began some odd 120 years ago. However, an official treaty was long due. With the knowledge of Zjaum's existence a while back, there was no more room for more procrastination. There was a threat and we needed to prepare for it in an appropriate way, Prime Minister Yamakoto thought.

It didn't make the steadily growing movement of anti-protectorate citizens any happier.

Nihon's Minister of Foreign Affairs, Kōki Hirota, had seen his fair share of Shiroibairan Prime Ministers in his career. Another one was nothing new to him.

They firmly shook hands and did not delay in their swift and straightforward negotiations. They used Nihon's protectorate treaty with (the currently unknown) Wargloria as a model.

The whole process took no longer than 45 minutes. The Prime Minister was very happy with the outcome. This is such a one-sided deal, he thought. Little did he know, the Empire of Nihon needed no more reason for protecting Shiroibara than the possibility of their enemies having more land.

After they signed without hesitation, an applause among most, but not all of the Advisors and National Diet began, and so did a new step in the Republic's history.




The Treaty of Heiwa

For the purpose of the formalization of an agreement of defense;
In the common interest of maintaining the Republic of Shiroibara’s sovereignty;
As agreed upon by the powers of the Empire of Nihon and the Republic of Shiroibara, the following are the terms for the Nihonese Guarantee of Protection for the Republic of Shiroibara:


Article I:
Section 1: The Nihonese Empire will guarantee the protection and sovereignty of the Republic of Shiroibara against foreign powers.
Section 2: This treaty will come into effect with the authorization of the Shiroibairan National Diet or the Prime Minister if allowed as per the Shiroibairan Constitution in addition to the consent of the Nihonese Imperial Diet or Nihonese Emperor. The treaty will not come into effect if the Republic of Shiroibara declares war or enters hostilities without clear defensive justifications.
Section 3: This treaty only includes a guarantee of protection for the Republic of Shiroibara and the Republic of Shiroibara alone. It does not guarantee the protection of the Republic of Shiroibara's allies. Therefore, attempts by the Republic of Shiroibara to defend their allies or attack the aggressor of said allies without the aggressor having first attacked the Republic of Shiroibara as well will lead to the treaty not coming into effect.

Article II:
Section 1: Imperial Nihonese forces are prohibited from entering the borders of the Republic of Shiroibara without authorization from the Shiroibairan National Diet or the Prime Minister if allowed as per the Shiroibairan Constitution.
Section 2: The Republic of Shiroibara will provide bases and housing for any and all Imperial Nihonese forces or their equipment authorized to enter the borders of the Republic of Shiroibara with the consent of the Shiroibairan National Diet or the Prime Minister if allowed as per the Shiroibairan Constitution.
Section 2a: Imperial Nihonese forces may not be quartered in any Shiroibairan residency unless the Republic of Shiroibara is in a declared State of Emergency or otherwise authorized by the Shiroibairan National Diet or the Prime Minister if allowed as per the Shiroibairan Constitution.
Section 2b: These bases will be in strategically important locations to best allow Imperial Nihonese forces to secure and defend these locations during national emergency or state of war.
Section 3: The Empire of Nihon is prohibited from using Nihonese military bases or Imperial Nihonese forces residing in said bases in times of their own warfare against another nation that does not include the Republic of Shiroibara. This can be overruled with the authorization of the Shiroibairan National Diet or the Prime Minister if allowed as per the Shiroibairan Constitution.

Article III:
Section 1: The Republic of Shiroibara will provide the Empire of Nihon with completely free and open trade access to the nation's economy, trade industry, and cities.

Article IV:
Section 1: Shiroibairan ports will, to their best of abilities, allow for port slips to be open for authorized Imperial Nihonese Navy forces or other contracted ships to effectively allow for Nihonese personnel, equipment, and trade to flow unimpeded into Shiroibairan territory.

Article V:
Section 1: Nihonese Troops, while stationed in the Republic of Shiroibara, at the authorization of the highest ranking Nihonese commander in the region along with the authorization of primarily the appropriate Shiroibairan Provincial Diet or the Prime Minister if allowed as per the Shiroibairan Constitution, will be permitted to enforce the law on behalf of the Shiroibairan Government. Authorization from Shiroibairan Provincial Diets may be overruled by the Shiroibairan National Diet, as per the Shiroibairan Consitution.
Section 1a: All law enforcement actions carried out by Imperial Nihonese Forces will be consistent with Shiroibairan law.
Section 1b: Under no circumstances shall any form of Nihonese law be enforced among anyone within the borders of the Republic of Shiroibara, except within the conditions of Article X, Section 1.

Article VI:
Section 1: Nihonese Forces will be given complete full military access to all territories and facilities held by the Republic of Shiroibara.
Section 1a: Nihonese Forces will not be allowed access to top-secret or classified Shiroibaran locations unless given express permission by the Shiroibaran government and/or armed forces.

Article VII:
Section 1: No Nihonese Soldiers or Civilians are to be harmed by Shiroibairan Authorities while in the Republic of Shiroibara without legal justification. This will be met with retaliation at the discretion of the Empire of Nihon.

Article VIII:
Section 1: The Imperial Nihonese Armed Forces will take part in joint military programs with the Shiroibairan Defensive Forces.
Section 1a: This will include training exercises, weapons development, war games, etc.

Article IX:
Section 1: The Nihonese and Shiroibairan Governments will participate in joint science and technology development initiatives.
Section 1a: The term "governments" implies every organization and branch associated in some way, shape or form to their respective spheres of authority.
Section 1b: Development of weapons may crossover into the jurisdiction of this initiative.

Article X:
Section 1: At the authorization of the appropriate Shiroibairan Provincial Diet or the Prime Minister if allowed as per the Shiroibairan Constitution, Nihonese Civilian Tokko police forces will be allowed to pursue and arrest those suspected of spying against Imperial Nihonese Forces or Nihonese military personnel that have violated Nihonese military, Nihonese civilian, or, if authorized, Shiroibairan law.

Article XI:
Section 1: Any violations of this treaty will lead to its immediate termination.

Article XII:
Section 1: This treaty is hereby enforced.

For the Empire of Nihon, Minister of Foreign Affairs Kōki Hirota
For the Republic of Shiroibara, Prime Minister Hiro Yamakoto
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Postby The Manticoran Empire » Fri Oct 02, 2020 1:31 pm

Zjaum wrote:⊥-\II ~ Ostland

The WAZ Welkwu did not ask for permission to dock. The Welkwu parked offshore, to be certain, but the first formal communication would not be the squabbles between Captain Trewo and some port lackey. In fact, as the captain's expeditionary boat came ashore on a port in Ostmark, he vowed not to speak to anyone until he met someone of a high enough rank. However, this did not mean that he would leave his gifts behind. He stepped onto the planks of the Ostmark port, six additional row boats in his wake. Seven. God's number of completion.

He nodded to what fisherman turned a confused (or perhaps amused) eye at his formal attire. He held his chin high as he ventured further inland. He perused the larger Manticore ships that lined his way. Ironclad, and very similar to Zjaum's. He didn't know quite what to expect, but even then it seemed disappointing.

The parade behind him bore flowers of a dozen colors, animals of a dozen sizes, and gemstones of a dozen makes. The port authority was simple enough to locate; the walk took only a half-hour. A subordinate rapped on the door and awaited a response. Upon reception, Trewo had an opening line ready and memorized:

"Salutations. I am Captain Ungek Trewo, emissary of the brilliant Republic of Zjaum and by proxy the hemisphere to your east. I am here to parley with your King-Consort. I request to be directed and escorted to that end."


The bemused customs officer looked at the strange foreigner who stood before him and his eyes slowly scanned the entourage that followed behind him before refocusing on the captain. "Uh...I'm sorry, Captain Tre...wo? No emissary is scheduled for arrival so I'm going to have to request you display a passport. I'm also going to have to insist that these...things you've brought be properly stowed in containers in compliance with Imperial law.
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Shiroibairan Defensive Forces Beginning Militarization Of Northern Border
Following the recent Treaty of Heiwa, a series of militaristic legislation is being passed through the National Diet due to a sudden shift of focus toward the Shiroibairan Defensive Forces, authorizing the construction and modernization of military bases near the border shared with the Republic of Zjaum, consisting mostly of airbases. Prime Minister Yamakoto has called upon the Empire of Nihon for assistance in the construction of these bases. They are expected to be completed within months.

National Diet Advised to Repurpose East Island as Nihonese Naval Base
"The nearest Nihonese naval fleet will take a week or more to arrive, give or take." Military Advisor Fujimoto Shigetoki shared with the Chamber of Discourse. "Who knows what the possibilities are in that time? Thousands could die. We must not allow others to seize such an advantageous opportunity or risk such a loss. We have no choice but to utilize that island the right way if we want our guarantee of sovereignty fulfilled." The exact support among the National Diet for this legislation is currently unknown, but is expected to pass the National Diet.

Minami Provincial Diet Gives Green Light for New Recreational Park
Being the fifth recreational park to be established in the province, it will be located near the center of Minami and will include various hiking trails and campgrounds. The area that this park covers is well known for its wide range of big cat species, birds, orangutans, sloths, and monkeys. The park's grand opening is set to be in two weeks, however no other information about the park is currently known.



ADDRESS FROM PRIME MINISTER HIRO YAMAKOTO
TO THE HONORABLE: King T'koro Ayetangta of Zjaum

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Greetings, King Ayetangta.
I hope this letter finds you well. I have found it necessary to send this letter to you in regards to the
Shiroibairan Defensive Forces' military bases that are planned to be close to our shared borders.
I won't delay to get to my main message; we have absolutely no interest or desire to engage in warfare,
and I hope that we can share this interest.
Regardless, these bases will be built. We will not allow any risks to be taken, and we will not allow
for any possible breaches of our national security to be taken either. Once again, we wish for no
conflict to occur between our two nations. Aggression will be met with heavy retaliation.

May we maintain peace within our great lands,
Hiro Yamakoto


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Postby TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON » Sat Oct 03, 2020 12:29 am

Aimesland, Nihonese Occupation Zone
April 1, 1935


General Matsui walked across the captured town, flanked by guards and several aides. Kenpeitai and other army personnel were rounding up its inhabitants, who would soon march around one hundred miles to the nearest port. Just days ago the peace treaty had come into effect, Nihonese personnel wasting no time to rush into the area, in hopes of capturing more workers. It was a good decision in the end, as just a few days after the treaty, the Aimeslandish broke it, reigniting the conflict.

Nihonese forces were on the advance, with fresh reinforcements in the form of 6 Type A2 divisions, and better yet, 20 INA Kawasaki K3 Light Bombers, 45 Kawasaki Ki 10 Fighters, 40 Nakajima Ki 4 Recon Planes, and 30 INN Mitsubishi G3M Medium Bombers. The G3Ms were enjoying much success, launching strikes deep within Aimeslandish territory. With Army planes finally launching operations, the Navy was free to begin sending carriers back to Nihon to replenish losses and replace fighters.

Matsui exchanged bows with Colonel Noda as he approached. "Sir report from the Vice Admiral and the front lines."

Matsui nodded. "Very good, go on."

"Sir Lieutenant General Yanagawa reports successes in our advance. Our armor is paving the way against hostile forces, who at this point in time have been largely destroyed. Resistance is light and primarily in the form of insurgents. The our G3M Bombers have just returned from their long range mission in which they struck one of Aimesland's major cities. We suffered no casualties. They have reported convoys of people moving south, and we have directed Aichi D1A and Kawasaki K3 bombers to strike them. Our use of gas has so far been successful and expect a new shipment of shells this week. We have been able to use up many of our older shells that have been in storage for a while."

Noda paused.

"Vice Admiral Sankichi reports he has ordered the Akagi, our fastest carrier, back to Nihon escorted by the Aoba, the Sendai, 6 Mutsuki Class Destroyers, and 6 Hatsuharu Class Destroyers. It will make us down 91 aircraft for the next seven weeks but Sankichi believes it will not be needed. They are returning to Nihon to have their air groups refitted with the new A5M Fighter and to replace other material losses. In addition, the Fuso, the Mogami, the Chikuma, and 15 Minekaze Class Destroyers have been sent to escort 40 of our troop transports carrying 300,000 prisoners to the USSK to be sold for 140 barrels per person."

Matsui shrugged. "I am very glad we finally have our air forces on the ground. It is unfortunate what we have to do to win this war and I look down on it, however a profit is a profit and I am more worried about the Akagi being gone than anything else. Hopefully our next shipment of planes arrive on time and the A5M is as good as those navy bastards say."

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Current state of the Joint Advance


Gokyo, Nihon
Imperial General Staff Headquarters
April 1,1935


Vice Admiral Yamamoto bowed before the Supreme War Council as he began to speak. "Sirs, the Mitsubishi A5M Type 96 Carrier Fighter has entered full scale production and currently we are on track to have produced 40 of them which will be enough to refit the Akagi with them when it arrives in three weeks time. Their pilots and crew will train with them for two weeks in Nihon and as they depart, they will be expected to continue training with them. We have issued orders for these fighter pilots and crew to already begin reading the flight manuals and other retraining steps, however I believe we will have a smooth transition. Orders have also come down to pilots and crew aboard the Kaga, Ryujo, Hosho, and Tosho to begin these steps so we can begin retraining immediately. In addition to this we have begun the training of the 7,400 new submariners."

"Very good. What about the Army?" Came Navy Minister Ōsumi.

General Terauchi rose and bowed. "Sirs, production of the SLR 33 has been going very well. We have been able to produce 60,000 more new SLG 33 rifles in the past month and our 20 Warglorian trained divisions have completed their rearmament and retraining with 6 of them already deploying. 20 new Type A divisions and 5 Field Kenpeitai have completed their training and we will be shifting around our army compositions shortly. That is all." He bowed and then went to take his seat.

The meeting continued long into the night, Nihonese commanders and political leaders discussing the next step in the Nihonese war plan.

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Message From: The Ministry of the Army and the Ministry of the Navy of the Empire of Nihon
To: Government of the Republic of Shiroibara
Encryption: Maximum


To whom it may concern,

With the glorious Treaty of Heiwa now in effect, the Empire of Nihon will be moving swiftly to fulfill its commitment to your defense. As our war wages with Aimesland, we are unable to send any sizable deployment, however the Ministry of the Army has authorized the deployment of 3 Type C divisions of the Southern Army Group and 200 of our Vickers Virginia Heavy Bombers consisting of 39,000 men from the divisions and 1,000 from the Imperial Army Air Service. We await your approval.

Best,
Minister of Army Senjūrō Hayashi and Minister of Navy Mineo Ōsumi
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Chamber of Discourse Passes Legislation On Wildlife Encounters
With the rise of wildlife related deaths, the new law, titled the Wildlife Safety Act, was handed off to the Chamber of Resolution early Tuesday morning. It would require students in public schools to receive at least one mandatory school week of education via kinesiology classes annually on what to do in the case of an encounter with a wild animal. This includes, but is not limited to, large felines, monkeys, apes, and other simians, gorillas, bears, wolves and other canines, crocodilia, serpentes, arachnids, and poisonous insects. The classes must cover what animals pose a threat to the lives and/or wellbeing of humans, where these animals can be found, how these animals can harm you, how these animals may react around human presence, how to properly react to a wildlife encounter with these animals, what to do if injured, what to do following a dangerous animal encounter, and what to do if poisoned. The course will be made and taught by the Parks & Wildlife Department.



Recreational Businesses See Sudden but Small Drop in Sales
Recreational businesses nationwide have finished up their third quarter last Saturday. Accountants were quite surprised to see an average 8% drop in sales compared to last quarter, fishing services and seaside resorts being hit the hardest. The cause of this is currently unknown, and businesses are confident that this is not a reflection of a loss of interest in recreational activities.



Chamber of Resolution Approves Proposal to Classify Nihonese Military Related Diet Sessions and Documents to the Public
In a 243-9 vote, the Chamber of Resolution has closed all private militaristic government matters involving the Nihonese military off to the public and has completely classified such matters unless chosen to be revealed. The National Diet, Prime Minister Hiro Yamakoto, and Defense Secretary Fujimoto Shigetoki have chosen not to provide statements to the public.



Some Powers of the Treaty of Heiwa Handed Off to Prime Minister
In a strategical move to hasten the Empire of Nihon's protection of Shiroibara and avoid partisanship within the legislature, the National Diet within the span of two days has given the duties of Article II Section 1 to the Prime Minister. The National Diet no longer is able to allow Nihonese forces into the borders of Shiroibara. The Prime Minister may approve Nihonese forces entering Shiroibara's territory formally with an executive order or informally, the latter of which only being allowed as long as the appropriate military bases or naval yards/dockyards are informed.





Kantei, Heiwa, Shiroibara

"Good morning, sir." greeted Defense Secretary Shigetoki.

"What's the latest?" asked Prime Minister Yamakoto taking hurried wide strides to his office.

No one spoke.

The Parks & Wildlife Secretary broke the silence. "Well, there's a new park opening in Mina-"

"No, no, Important things. Let's go, there must be something." The Secretaries were a bit confused with the Prime Minister's unusual hurriedness.

Shigetoki grinned. "There's nothing back from Zjaum, but Nihon's Ministers of the Army and Navy are asking for permission to send 3 of their Type C divisions from their Southern Army and 200 Vickers Virginia Heavy Bombers. That's a total of 40,000 men, 39 from the divisions and 1 from the Air Service. It's not much, but they're fighting another war up north. No word on the bases, and the Diet is still deciding on the idea of repurposing our island."

Everyone waited for each other to speak to no avail.

"Alright then. The Diet was just in time. I'll begin on the approval as soon as I can. In the mean time, please send a letter to the Ministers on my behalf thanking them and wishing them luck. Thank you all." Yamakoto bowed.


ADDRESS FROM DEFENSE SECRETARY FUJIMOTO SHIGETOKI
TO THE HONORABLE: Minister of Army Senjūrō Hayashi, Minister of Navy Mineo Ōsumi, and whom else it may concern


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Greetings, Ministers of Army and Navy.
I am sending this letter on behalf of Prime Minister Yamakoto to thank you for your deployment.
He is writing an executive order to authorize your men and equipment into our borders and it will be
in effect by the time this message is received.

We have classified all information regarding Nihonese forces related to the Treaty of Heiwa to the public.
These messages between our two nations will be safe. This law has recently been put in place by our
National Diet, and I do hope this concealment can be appreciated.
I am sure that you are aware of our beginning of the militarization of Shiroibara's border with the
Republic of Zjaum. The Prime Minister would like to hear a response about our request for asisistance
in the construction of modernized military airbases as soon as possible.

Speaking of militarization, I have advised the National Diet to authorize the repurposing of the entirety of
Shiroibara's island as a Nihonese naval base. The Empire of Nihon's views on this would be held in much regard.
We wish you luck in your war.
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Postby The Manticoran Empire » Sat Oct 03, 2020 7:44 pm

Aimesland, Manticoran Occupied Territory
1 April 1935
0400 Local Time


The First Army had been shipped into Aimesland in the weeks since the ceasefire had been agreed to. The troops had thought they were only going to be called upon to occupy the Dominion of Aimesland. However, Sprout’s attempts to escape justice and the rest of Aimesland refusing to abide by the peace terms meant that their easy job had gotten a lot harder. All of which led to this moment right now.

As the clock struck 4 in the morning the sun was just barely beginning to light up the surrounding area, the pale blue of the dawn hanging like a curtain over the world. For the soldiers in forward positions, crouching in the dew-covered grass in glens or meadows, they could hear very little. Only the steady rumble of truck and tank engines or the sound of men breathing as they waited. The calm was interrupted by the dull thunder of hundreds of artillery pieces. The divisional artillery battalions of 18 Infantry, 3 Cavalry, and 4 Tank divisions and another 50 battalions of corps level heavy artillery thundered to life, 1,500 guns raining death upon the towns, villages, and bases in front of the attack. Overhead, hundreds of Air Corps planes streaked towards their targets, intent on obliterating any sign of resistance before the troops reached it.

The advance started an hour after the barrage did, with troops riding desant on tanks or in trucks. The objectives for the attack were simple enough. II Corps was the primary striking force, looking to secure the isthmus to allow an assault into the Aimeslandish heartland. I Corps would advance along II Corps flank, cutting off the Aimeslandish retreat and securing ports for ressupply. III Corps would be in reserve, ready to exploit a breakthrough if one were achieved. A third attack would be launched by the Marines, with all six Marine Regiments formed into two Marine Divisions to cut off the isthmus from the mainland, finishing the encirclement of any Aimeslandish forces in the area.

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Advances and Landings of Operation Blue.
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Unrest, Uprisings

Postby Breyburg » Sun Oct 04, 2020 8:46 pm

Semond, Brumundstadt, Breyburg
March 12th, 1935
Unrest, Uprisings

In the foothills of Semond, Brumundstadt, a new movement was forming. Men from across the countryside flocked to the small town, beaten down men, fed up men.

People came to the town in trucks, old cars, wagons or more commonly, by foot for a sliver of hope.

At the town hall meeting in Semond, a man stood affront the crowd. He had a slight accent.

“It is no secret that the people of Breyburg have been stepped on. You work too long of hours and too little pay. The steel workers in Garduva and Strenkele would agree. The meat processors of Brumundstadt would agree. The assembly line workers of Polga would agree as well.”

A modest echo of amen’s rung throughout the hall.

“We can also, all agree that this Varietist, so called, equal, government that takes your hard earned money is the source of all this pain and hardship, yes?”

Silence.

A hand raised.

“Yes?” The speaker pointed to the hand.

“Varietism equality has given us so much, I would say. We’re not living under some monarchy like half the world, working for close to no pay, yes?” the questioner questioned.

“Ah, yes, that is true. I agree. The Varietist government has done much for us, but until now, it has failed us. Social progression has stagnated, corruption at an alltime high, pay at an all time low, workplace deaths at an alltime high. This is not the Varietist way is it?”

An echo of agreeance.

“That is why we should reject this ideology, completely reject it for it has rejected us. We must move past Varietism. I promise you, once you do, you will not miss it, you will not miss the confines of it’s shackles. You will however, welcome the embrace of Syndicalism. What is Syndicalism, you may ask? Well, it is the answer for every single one of your problems and worries. It would grant you, the worker, the power of the economy. You will all direct the course of the Breyburgian economy. What gets made, how it’s made, when it’s made, your pay, your hours. Everything. True freedom. Don’t you want true freedom?”

Staring eyes, unsure souls.

“Of course we want freedom! Isn’t that right?!” a man stood up looking around the room.

Two more men stood up in agreeance, then three more, then five, and five more, until the whole room was standing up cheering for this new beam of hope shining upon their broken minds and broken lives.

“What’s your name, mister?”

“Luca Van Kruger.” he said.

That night, six armed masked men captured and executed all the town officials and police officers. They wrote a declaration of war upon the government of the Socialist Allied States of Breyburg, and declared themselves the Syndicalist Republic of Breyburg.

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Military, political, and revolutionary leader of the SRB, Luca Van Kruger.


They amassed thousands under their ranks, whole counties declared seceded, joining under the syndicalist banner. A new plague was upon Breyburg, and it was to be squashed, violently.

March 17th, 1935

The Varietist military had for the most part contained the Syndicalist uprising to one third of Brumundstadt. They had set up artillery formations aimed towards the rebel lands and planes had begun bombing runs of rebel towns.
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Breyburgian troops looking for any movement from the syndicalist side.


The Breyburgian military had some recent experience with such an enemy, as such with the invasion of lawbreaking, immoral Crimetopolis, yet this time, the enemy were their own comrades.

The syndicalists established a capital, Semond, and even designed a new flag. This was no longer unrest, it was now a full on civil war; the Breyburgian Civil War.

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The Syndicalist Republic of Breyburg's flag.
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A photograph of Semond, SRB.
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A map of the current territorial standings.


Aclusian Embassy, Stegas, Breyburg
April 1st, 1935


Outside the Aclusian embassy was a hellstorm. A hellstorm of men and women, fed up with their lives. These men and women sympathized the rebellion of the Syndicalist Republic of Breyburg. In the eyes of the Syndicists, the two worst nations besides Breyburg are; 1. Aclus, and 2. Manticore. In turn, they rioted outside the embassy of the Aclusian empire.

"We just got word that we have permission from the Breyburgian government to use lethal force against any civilian that attempts to get into the embassy. Warning shots first lads!" shouted Colonel John Greares.

"Sir, that doesn't mean we have to correct?" a young private asked.
The resident Aclusian soldiers were atop the embassy. Their eyes were once trained upon the dissidents, now they're rifles were.

"If any fucker tries to get over that fence, it's a warning shot. If they make it over... you shoot to kill." Greares said.

A ragged man was clawing at the wall, trying to get up it. The whole squad fired warning shots. He didn't even seem to notice them because he kept going. He managed to get over the barbed fence and multiple shots rang out, and multiple shots connected...

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The riots unfold.
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⊥-\II ~ Ostland

Captain Trewo nodded and pulled out appropriate documentation, equally as belittling. "Understood, sir. We apologize for our lack of trans-oceanic signalling; our nations have not established such infrastructure. Perhaps we can work towards it in future talks." He signaled those behind him, and the gifts were placed on and around the customs desk. "We will fetch and purchase regulation containers. In the meantime, you may hold it temporarily until we return to claim it. As for documentation, while our nations might not have agreed to a formal passport recognition system, I believe these should suffice."

The passport provided had a few lined pages but most importantly a photograph, a name, a signature, and the Wlitowan Seal. The second document was a letter that read as follows:

To the appropriate diplomats, politicians, and rulers of the Manticoran Empire:

The wielder of this letter, Captain Ungek Trewo, has official authority to represent the Republic of Zjaum in negotiations. He has permission to sign any treaty that does not cede land, money, or citizenry. Please also enjoy the fine gifts that accompany him, perfect specimens of the continent across the sea. We pray for productive talks.

Sincerely,
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via the Republic of Zjaum

The letter was also accompanied by the Wlitowan Seal.


ADDRESS FROM KING T'KORO AYETANGTA
TO THE HONORABLE: Prime Minister Hiro Yakamoto of Shiroibara

Salutations, Prime Minister Yakamoto.
Thank you for the response. With the same desire for peace but the interest of parity,
I have sent recommendations to the Houses of Majorities and Minorities,
requesting similar military infrastructure of similar size and scope.
We question your decision for air bases along the border, but perhaps we were naive
to assume that foreign military aircraft would never appear in our skies.
It might behoove us to establish treaties establishing permanent peace on the continent,
But we will not contest your decisions, sovereignty, or reasoning.

Glory to the peace now between us,
King T'koro Ayetangta

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Message to the WAZ Korkya and escort
Communications established with Shiroibara. Aimesland no longer priority. Hemispheric diplomatic mission complete. Rearrange rations, supplies, and fuel for following new orders:
Korkya moves westward to engage in diplomacy with Confederation at {Coordinates}.
As many escort as fuel and supplies can afford will accompany Korkya to Confederation. Remnant ships will be supplied with enough fuel to return home and will return home.
Tuhra Weluyo.


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TO THE EASTERN BORDER PROVINCES OF ZJAUM, LET THE FOLLOWING APPLY AND OPERATE:

The following forts will be constructed:

Two, on stable ground on the occupied sides of each of the isthmuses that connect to the Yeleting Plains.

Two, side-by-side across the isthmus shared with the Republic of Shiroibara, with a third fort behind the two that can provide support.

One, adjacent to both the northern frontier and the Eastern Sister Bay.

One, to guard the desert in Yatkaugo Province.

Flat strips of land for the purposes of embarking, docking, refueling, and resupplying aircraft will be paved on all oceanic island holdings held by the Republic, as well as behind each of the above fort locations.

Funding for these projects will derive equally from the revenues of all provinces that do not possess a fort, but the Republic of Zjaum will have full control of the area upon which the forts stand.



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Strike Lifted
The provincial government stepped in to resolve the dispute, ending it certainly faster than the unions expected but even faster than the management expected. Steel workers returned to duty with one additional wyi per week. Management was spotted smiling, potentially because of new deals struck with the government to the side of the disputes. This is purely speculation, as the management declined to comment.

The union leaders, however, are ecstatic. "We put our jobs on the line, fully anticipating the business to try some sneaky tactics to subvert our ultimate goal. They listened to the voices of reason and justice, and we are proud of what we've accomplished."


Blimp Plan Struck
Dirigible Commander Ioro Telkak announced to the audience that the new design would be scrapped before it even left our minds. "Assertive listeners attracted the attention of our Wing Commander and our King," he said last night. "It was deemed extremely inefficient, and money spent on this project was diverted elsewhere in aviation. It has since been moved to the Wing Division."

Wing Commander Vengo Deltir was not available for comment as to where the reshuffled money would go, but Telkak had speculation. "Vengo's had fascination with fast, low-flying craft. It's all he talks about. If he had his way, that's where it would go."
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Joint Base Brumundstadt, Breyburg
20 March 1935


“LET’S GO, LADIES! LET’S GO!” Lieutenant Mary Javette listened to the bark of platoon sergeants and squad leaders as they urged their men into trucks and it distracted her from the thought gnawing in the back of her mind. She’d reported as 2nd Platoon Leader of Dog Company, 181st Infantry Regiment, 61st Infantry Division, barely a week ago and hadn’t even had an opportunity to meet all of the men in her platoon, let alone get those same men to trust her judgement. And now there was the Syndicalist crisis in Breyburg, which had exploded in the last few days into a full blown rebellion.

Breyburg’s Army had done as well as could be expected. The rebellion had come at a time when most of the Army was still tied down in occupying the highly tumultuous lands of Crimetopoli, leaving relatively few troops to counter the rebels. While the front was stable for now, it was only a matter of time before other rebellions would start in other parts of the country. And so the Empire had decided to act. Battle Squadron Nine, Light Cruiser Squadrons Five and Six, Destroyer Flotilla Nine, Minelaying Squadron Six, and Minesweeping Squadron Ten had sailed on the 18th to cut the rebels off from foreign aid. Meanwhile the 60th, 61st, and 62nd Infantry Divisions, the 11th Cavalry Division, and the 14th Armored Division would be marching to join the Breyburg forces on the front. The forces in Garduva were put on standby status, though they weren’t moved yet on the off-chance that another rebellion might break out in another province.

Loaded into trucks, some 57,000 men and women were driving east as quickly as they could. 618 tanks, all of them modern M1 Mediums and M2 Lights, would provide armor support while 342 planes provided air support. Dive bombers would stalk the skies like eagles, bombardiers looking for targets of opportunity before diving from altitude to plant a half-ton bomb squarely in the middle of a rebel ammo dump or, in some of the more overlooked cases, a column of refugees that had mixed with a column of rebel fighters. It was fortunate for the dive bomber pilots that the rebels didn’t have an air force yet, though it also meant that the fighter jocks had nothing to do except strafe columns of infantry or lines of automobiles.

Office of Procurement, Ordnance Bureau
Vicuna, Manticore
1 April 1935


The conflict in Breyburg and the resurgent conflict in Aimesland proved that procurement of new armored vehicles and weapons had to be increased. In order to meet their goal of complete re-equipping of the Army by 1940, procurement of the new M1 had reached two hundred tanks a month. Already 900 M1 tanks were in service, with five brigades (the 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, and 1st Brigades) fully equipped with M1 tanks while the 2nd Brigade had two battalions re-equipped with M1s. With full production reached by the Hochwald and Brunswick arsenals, the remaining brigades would be fully equipped with M1 tanks by the second week of January 1936. These brigades already had the additional units assigned to make them armored divisions, though Second and Third Army were still waiting on equipment and personnel to bring themselves to full strength. However, by the end of the year it was expected that all sixteen Tank Divisions would be at full strength and ready for action.

Which left the small matter of small arms procurement. 55,335 M1 Rifles had been produced but delays and production hiccups had meant that the initial production goal of 100 rifles a day had only been reached in January. However, that meant that replacing all of the more than 3.7 million Model 1917 Rifles currently in the inventory would take a century to achieve. Even just equipping the regular army would take nearly four decades. So just as production of the M1 tanks needed to improve in order to meet requirements, so too would production of the M1 rifles. Production would be expanded to a total of 600 rifles per day, a goal to be reached by April of 1936.

Port of Salkalten, Ostland
1 April 1935


Zjaum wrote:Captain Trewo nodded and pulled out appropriate documentation, equally as belittling. "Understood, sir. We apologize for our lack of trans-oceanic signalling; our nations have not established such infrastructure. Perhaps we can work towards it in future talks." He signaled those behind him, and the gifts were placed on and around the customs desk. "We will fetch and purchase regulation containers. In the meantime, you may hold it temporarily until we return to claim it. As for documentation, while our nations might not have agreed to a formal passport recognition system, I believe these should suffice."

The passport provided had a few lined pages but most importantly a photograph, a name, a signature, and the Wlitowan Seal. The second document was a letter that read as follows:

To the appropriate diplomats, politicians, and rulers of the Manticoran Empire:

The wielder of this letter, Captain Ungek Trewo, has official authority to represent the Republic of Zjaum in negotiations. He has permission to sign any treaty that does not cede land, money, or citizenry. Please also enjoy the fine gifts that accompany him, perfect specimens of the continent across the sea. We pray for productive talks.

Sincerely,
FL | XI Γ)Γ
T'koro Ayetangta
President of the Wlitowan People
via the Republic of Zjaum

The letter was also accompanied by the Wlitowan Seal.


Kurt Steinbeck had worked this beat for seven years and had never seen or heard of this “Zjaum” or “Wlitowans”. However, he did know protocol. “Alright Captain Trewo, I’m gonna ask you to follow me to the office. We need to get these critters of yours properly stowed and I’m gonna have to make some phone calls about you.”

Bedwin, Brumundstadt
Socialist Allied States of Breyburg
1 April 1935


Mary ducked into the wood-covered foxhole that formed the Company Headquarters. The commander, Captain Matthew Chamness, was crouched over a map with the other platoon leaders while the XO looked over intelligence reports with the S-2. Chamness looked up as she entered and nodded. Salutes had gone away once they got within 20 miles of the front. So had helmet insignias. The Army had learned the hard way about making officers too distinctive. The Great War had killed several thousand of the Empire’s officers, many of them killed by a sniper who figured out how to tell the officers from the enlisted by their tailoring and their insignia.

Mary crossed over to the map table and Chamness spoke, “Well, since Leftenant Javette has joined us, we can get started.” His pronunciation betrayed where he had grown up and lived until only a decade ago. Chamness, despite having adopted much of Manticore’s culture, was still a Londoner by birth and education. For the most part, it just meant he had a funny way of saying things. Other times, he simply didn’t understand the slang used by some of the other soldiers.

Chamness pointed at the map and said, “This is our objective, gentlemen. Bedwin, a small town of maybe four hundred people. Division want’s it cleared to secure our route to Semond. Intelligence is uncertain about the number of fighters present but it may be anywhere from a few dozen to a few hundred. Under normal circumstances, the whole battalion would be making this move. But the front is a long one and the Breyburgians can’t take many troops away from Crimetopolis without the whole house of cards collapsing so we’ve had to spread ourselves out to cover it. Which means that it is up to us to make this work. Unfortunately for us, we still have the old rifles, since we aren’t Twelfth Corps and aren’t staring down the entire Hoosierite Army. But we will have our tank platoon in support and Division has promised us some air cover. Make sure your Joes have what they need. Ammo and grenades, bayonets fixed. Let’s not have any heroes out there. Clear the town, stay alive. And Princess, don’t go gettin’ yourself killed. The last thing I need is Her Majesty coming down on me for getting the heir to the throne killed.”

Mary blushed at the reference to her status. So what if she was heir to the throne of the most powerful nation on the planet. She ought to at least do her part in making sure that nation was safe. How could her people expect her to lead them if she couldn’t put herself into the same risky situations that she would ask so many millions of those people to put themselves into?
Instead of barking at her CO, she simply nodded. “Understood, sir.” Chamness looked at the other officers and said, “Very well. If there are no questions, Fourth Platoon will put down a mortar barrage in thirty minutes, to coincide with a quick firing from one of Division’s available batteries. The barrage will last forty five minutes and then you’ll go in right as it ends. Let’s get to it.”

As Mary left the HQ, she felt a slight twinge in her gut. Great, butterflies. Butterflies, right before leading her platoon into battle for the first time. Her first combat assignment and she had schoolgirl butterflies. She shook her head and placed her helmet back on her head as she walked to where her platoon was.

The ring of foxholes was easy to find when you knew where it was. Each hole was shaped like a “V” and had two men in it. Each “V” was about six foot long and there was about six foot between them at the widest point. “Squad leaders,” she called forcefully, “on me.” She jumped down into her hole, which connected with three others to form a sort of square that made up the platoon’s “headquarters”. In a few minutes the three squad leaders had arrived and she placed her map on the edge of the hole. She pointed at the town marker and repeated what Captain Chamness had said. “It’s not gonna be pretty,” she said when she’d finished relaying the brief, “but it’s what Division wants done.”

The NCOs were quiet for a minute before one of them, Staff Sergeant Frank Dean, piped up. “So they want us to do the job of a battalion with one company? That’s the Army for ya.” Mary nodded. “Yep. That’s the long and short of it. And, unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do about it. Battalion’s spread out trying to fill in the line while the Breyburgians try to wrangle up some more troops from somewhere. Until that happens or more of our own guys show up, we’re gonna have to make do with what we do have. Now, First Platoon is gonna be moving up this road to the north and Third is moving up this road to the south. We’ll be right front and center. However, we’ll only have one tank, since the other four will be with either First or Third platoon. So we’re gonna be moving quick. Frank, Marty, I want your squads to alternate bounding rushes on our flanks. Dave, your squad is gonna follow the tank until it reaches the edge of town and then you’ll be tasked with protecting it. Once we get into the town, detail teams to sweep each house as we pass them. Make sure your guys know that I don’t want any heroes or unnecessary casualties. Use caution. People do still live here and our hosts won’t be very happy if we frag some of their taxpayers. But, at the same time, don’t risk your own necks. If you’re not sure, frag it and we’ll figure out the details later. Make sure your guys know that.” She looked to each of the NCOs to see if any of them had any questions before she continued. “Supposedly we’ll have air support but I’m not counting on it. If we start taking fire, pop smoke and find cover.” She took a deep breath and said, “I know I haven’t been here a long time and that I haven’t gotten to know any of you all that well. But I do know that you guys know your jobs and know your Joes. So I’m counting on you guys to keep them alive. I’ve written next of kin before and I don’t like doing it. Do whatever you have to so that I don’t have to write yours and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you get home to them. Now, let’s get the job done.”

As the rest of the NCOs walked away, Sergeant First Class Henry Marshall hopped into the foxhole with her. “What’s going on, Henry?” she asked. “Nothin’,” he replied, “‘sides from a little thing about us goin’ into a town chock full o’ people who pro’lly want nothin’ better ‘n to kill us all with li’l more than our rifles and our cocks in our hands.” Mary looked over to him with a raised eyebrow but Marshall didn’t back up. “I know we ain’t got any choice in the matter. The Gods know well as you and I do that the Cap’n wouldn’t send us in with any less support than he can give us. But, as ya pointed out yerself, this is the first time yer leadin’ these here boys into combat. It’s the first time YOU’VE gone into combat, yerself. Me, I got a good fill of it in the later years of the Great War, even got me some action in Carriebean in Twenty Seven. I’ve seen war and I’ve seen what it can do to people. So I want ya t’ know that I’ve got yer back. Don’t matter what comes at us. I got ya.” Mary smiled. “Thanks, Sarge. Now let’s get the job done.”

The barrage started on schedule, high explosive mixing in with smoke rounds to provide some cover for the advance. The company pushed forward behind five Mark Three Close Support Tanks, armed with 75mm howitzers, riflemen bounding forward to close the distance as quickly as possible. As the shelling slowly died down, an eerie stillness fell over the town. They didn’t hear anything, not immediately. It wasn’t until a full minute had passed that they heard the sickening sounds of wounded crying for help.

As they pushed into the town, the men of Second Platoon fanned out, slowly pushing open doors and peering through windows as they advanced. They had moved two blocks when a man in a black trench coat with a red arm band jumped out of a doorway and shouted, “BREAK THE CHAINS!” before firing a machine pistol. Mary didn’t have any time to react before the boy’s burst tore into two scouts that were leading the procession. The two men's bodies jerked around like marionettes as the bullets tore into them, shattering bones and shredding organs. The two men hadn’t even hit the ground before another scout had shot the boy where he stood. The 7mm bullet ripped through the kid’s right eye socket, exploding through the back of his skull and taking with it bits of bone and brain. As the echoes of the gunshots faded, windows opened ahead of them and more guns fired.

Another private was hit, a bullet tearing through his heart and spinning him around like some sort of morbid ballerina. Other bullets were clanging against the tank or skipping off of the cobblestone streets. Mary shouldered her own rifle and took aim at a muzzle flash in a window barely thirty meters away. Her rifle bucked as she pulled the trigger. She watched the elderly man as he crumpled forward and fell headlong out the window, his rifle clattering to the street beside him. She worked the bolt and began looking for a new target as the tank’s howitzer roared to life.

The building she’d just been looking at exploded as its entire front collapsed. She brought her rifle down and started shouting. “COME ON, BOYS! PUSH ON! WE HAVE TO KEEP MOVING!” She forced herself to her feet and sprinted to the collapsing building. She didn’t notice her radioman as he tried to stop her. She didn’t stop until she reached the building. She had no time to catch her breath. A girl, barely of women of maybe 15, burst from a back room with a kitchen knife roped to the end of a shotgun. Mary didn’t have time to think. She lifted her rifle and parried the blow, following through with a swift stroke of her rifle butt, catching the girl in the chin. She felt the chin give, heard the sickening crunch as the jaw broke, and listened to the sharp yelp of pain as the girl fell to the floor, her shotgun sliding across the ruined floor as she fell. Mary brought her rifle back around and lifted it as the girl rolled over, exposing her chest at the worst time. Mary thrust her rifle down, her bayonet piercing the young girl’s breast to the left of where her heart was. The sickly squelching sound that the bayonet made as it tore through the girl’s blouse and broke two ribs as it punctured her lung was the stuff of nightmares. Mary twisted her rifle and pulled it out, a sickening sucking sound accompanying the action.

The girl sat there, propped up on her arms for a moment more, her brilliant, blue eyes wide with shock and then with fear as she realized she was going to die. Her face, once stony and cruel, cracked as she coughed. Blood splattered over her face and chin as her arms gave out and she fell back. Mary turned away, keeping her rifle ready as she began to move to the next room, trying desperately to ignore the dying girl as she pleaded for someone, anyone to help her.

The shots died down after a few minutes. The town wasn’t a very large one and it’s defenders weren’t that numerous or well equipped. What they had in tenacity was more than undone by their inexperience and very human fear. By the end of the day, Bedwin was cleared.

Mary sat on the steps of the town’s church, her rifle leaned against her shoulder as her arms rested on her knees. Her helmet was on the step next to her, her bangs hanging down in front of her eyes as she stared at the ground. She knew she was never going to forget that girl’s eyes. Those brilliant blue eyes that probably turned the head of every boy in town. Now those eyes were lifeless, staring into the ceiling of a ruined house.

A distant clatter brought her out of her thoughts and her head shot up. She looked to the left and saw Henry sitting down beside her, his helmet wobbling on the step between them. He put his arms around his knees and let out a sigh. “Long day, wasn’t it, Lou?” Mary nodded, turning to face the street. “Yeah. Yeah, it was that.” She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Doin’ good, Lou?” The edge of concern that had been present when Henry first spoke was clearer now and Mary knew she couldn’t seem weak now. “Yeah,” she said, quickly, “yeah, I’m good. I’m...I’m good.” Henry put his hand on her shoulder and she looked at him. “Bullshit, Lou. You, and I mean you personally, killed people today. And more than that, some of the men that you led into this town today got killed. Now I’ve been there. I was acting platoon leader for a year and a half during the Great War. And I know full well that you feel responsible for each and every one of our Joes that died today. But you ain’t. There wasn’t a damn thing you could have done that would have kept them alive. Not a fucking thing.”

Mary opened her mouth to reply, to tell him he was wrong but he lifted a finger and her protest died in her throat. “Don’t say anything, Lou, cause I know what yer gonna say. Yer gonna tell me that there was something ya could have done. Maybe ya coulda magicked them out of harm's way or come into town in a smarter way. But ya couldn’t have. Those boys were gonna die today because today was their time. They’re with the Gods now, feasting and laughing with Frodl and Areia and Thorunn and the rest.”

Mary shook her head and bit her lip, fighting back the tears welling up in her eyes. “But you’re wrong, Henry. I should have done better. Those boys should NOT be dead. I SHOULD have been better. I should’ve come at this smarter. I left them exposed at the front of the column where they got shot and died without anyone to comfort them or any chance to say a last goodbye to their families. I should have been better.” Henry just wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close and said, “I know, Lou. But you were the best you could be. Ain’t no shame in that. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with being the best you can be. Matter o’ fact, that’s all we can be. You were given a shit job and weren’t given shit to do it with but ya got the job done and ya got most of the boys out of it. Yeah, five of them aren’t with us no more. But that means that thirty-four of them still are and that’s all anyone can ask for.”

Henry reached into his jacket and pulled out a flask before offering it to her. “It ain’t exactly regulation but it helps,” he said as she eyed it. Mary took the flask and threw back her head in a long swig. The alcohol burned as it went down and she coughed as she handed the flask back to him. “What the hell is that?” she asked between coughs. “Ol’ family moonshine. Goes back to before the Plague. An’ it’s helped more than a few troubled souls find peace.” He put the flask away and sighed. “You just promise me one thing, Lou. No matter what, you keep doin’ the best you can. You do that, and these boys will follow you through hell and back again. You do that, and you’ll get them home.” And with that, he patted her on the back and stood up, grabbing his helmet and rifle before wandering off, leaving Mary on the steps of a small church, with a tear rolling down her cheek and a head full of memories that would never leave.
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The Cries of weary and tired eyes
The Aclusian Embassy
March 20th, 1937
Brumundstadt, Breyburg

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The city had erupted into a hell storm of the working mans inner frustrations over the course of the last few days. First starting off with the beginning of the speeches out casting the predominant government system in place, then when threatened with the authority of such a government, the sparks of a full blown rebellion came to place. Men and women of the same sort clashed violently with the local authorities, desperately outnumbered by the angered masses, only barely struggling to keep any order in place. Through the middle of this madness however laid right in the heart of the once proud capital city of Breyburg, the Aclusian embassy stood proudly, though it was not immune to the chaos that spread throughout the city like wildfire. As the embassy security and personnel fortified themselves, outside the walls gathered the enraged syndicalist mob.

Aclusian 1st Lieutenant John Greares had been assigned in charge of the Aclusian army's own security detachment in Breyburg for almost 2 years now, leading a platoon of 50 men as well as working alongside the Aclusian ambassador's personal security staff, they were all that stood in front of the mob and the well being of Aclusian interests in the country. Preparations were made however along the way. making makeshift defenses of bags of dirt and established barricades alongside the embassies gates. Though even with this, they knew it wouldn't be long until they would be smoked out by the enraged mob.

"Bloody hell, they must be in their thousands, its as if the whole city has joined in" Said a lone Lance Corporal staring over the established sniper position over the embassy.

"Where the fuck did all the bloody coppers go eh?" another solder let out before ducking down as gunshots were heard.

"There is ya answer laddie" Greares replied as he looked through his binoculars, only to spot the retreating and defeated law enforcement forces of the city. "We got word from the Breyburgian government themselves to shoot to kill in case the mob gets violent, then lord knows how long we got". Greares then turned his back and headed down the stairs, meeting up with Ambassador Neville Henderson who had already begun his preparations of evacuating the premises.

"How does it look Lieutenant?" Neville pondered with a face all but sunken with fear and anxiousness. "It doesn't look too great, but I can assure you that we will get you to the airport as safely as possible ambassador when we get word of our reinforcements arriving" Greares replied sternly though a bit unsure. As they and everyone else in the embassy held their own in the meantime, the Aclusian Army had begun the newly established Operation Fallen Angel, a series of landings of troop carrier aircraft into the Brumundstandt International airport. An act of turning it into a forward operating base under the permission of the Breyburgian government in a attempt of rescuing the trapped Aclusian detachment in the embassy. Under the command Colonel William Henderson, a total of 2,000 Aclusian troops and a few armoured fighting vehicles were to be put in use for this joint operation.

Upon landing, Colonel Henderson disembarked his Douglas Dakota aircraft and walked up to the nearest Breyburgian officer in sight, saluting him and then introducing his arrival. "I am Colonel William Henderson, Aclusian 2nd Manchester Regiment, where is your commanding officer?"
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Straining the Syndies

Postby Breyburg » Sun Oct 11, 2020 9:21 pm

Semond, Syndicalist Republic of Breyburg
April 3rd, 1935
Straining the Syndies

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The banner of the SRB.


The men with guns stood guard in the square. Most just barely out of High School, others younger. They wore drab green uniforms, and on their right shoulders’ were black arm bands with the symbol of the SRB upon them.

Women and children walked past these men and sat around the square. They were told a speech was to be given by the Revolutionary Leader of Breyburg himself.

The soldiers shushed the crowd, and they looked toward the natural center of their hap-hazard amphitheater. A hush fell before the crowd as they heard his footsteps.

Luca Van Kruger, leader of the SRB, slowly walked out before his crowd, head down and hands clasped behind his back. He stopped before his imaginary podium and inhaled.

“I am aware of the sentiment this war has produced among the masses. We, the so-called, Rebels or as the rest of the world likes to call us, Syndies, are supposedly hanging on for dear life. I can tell you right now that we are indeed, hanging on just fine, but we aren’t doing fantastic either, but the price of freedom is never free, the price of independence is never tax-free and the price of liberation is always costly.

We will fight until we see that the Varietist empire, the imperialist regime withholding such oppression is squashed to a fine pulp by our collective might built by individuals such as yourselves. With help from the common folk, we can achieve greatness and we can achieve what we have been calling for for generations.

Unfortunately, there are those among us today that do not share such sentiments, and instead choose to hold on to their Varietist ways in very savage ways.” Luca spoke.

4 men were carried out by 8 guards, two per each man. They were thrashing and flailing about trying to break free of their surely bonds. They were then hoisted upon poorly built poles.

“Here we have four loyalists. Four loyalists that went so far as to set up a plan to assassinate myself. Now, the Republic cannot have this. The Republic, the people, the revolution needs a figurehead, someone to look up to and to ask guidance of. We cannot allow this to happen and so today, we are here, to remind anyone who is nostalgic for the old days, anyone who is still loyal to the Varietist scum, that they’re plans will not be allowed to succeed. We are here to remind you that you are the true scum here, that you are a disgrace to every single one of your comrades and countrymen.” And with that Luca motioned to the three suspected terrorists.

“Here we have Corey Bryne, John Morris, John Kaur and Derrick Love. Those are the four names that should be in your mind till the day you die. These four men tried to deprive you of your chance at freedom, and for that they shall never be forgiven, not even by the Lord himself.”

And with that bags were thrown over the mens’ heads, nooses were tied and they were subsequently hanged. Children silently weeped, women only stared and the young guards diverted their eyes.

After this a dark and hallowing quiet descended upon the crowd as they got up to mosey home.

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From left to right; Corey Bryne, John Morris, John Kaur and Derrick Love.


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Luca Van Kruger, Revolutionary Leader of Breyburg.


Stegas, Breyburg
April 3rd, 1935

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The flag of the Socialist Allied States of Breyburg.


“Please tell me this bloody war will be over General!” Henry Everett, President of the Socialist Allied States of Breyburg slammed his desk. He fell into his chair, and his face slumped into his hands. If he were before a crowd, before the press, he would not be acting in such a way. The man prided himself in presenting an image of a strong presidency to the Breyburgian people, but in reality he was just as weak as any other man.

“Sir, this war will be over before Summer ends, I assure you.”

“Is this one of your lies, you fucker? General, these people are fanatical!” Everett shouted with concern.

“Sir, I continue to assure you that this war will be a swift one. With the Manticoran and Aclusian aid, these bugs will be squashed.”

“I suppose so, General.”

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President Henry Everett of the SASB.
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⊥-\II ~ Ostland, Manticore
WAZ Welkwu


Ungek Trewo walked professionally behind Captain Trewo. "I am your servant, for the time being. I will denote, however, that, if there is any way that we could speed the process along, I would be most grateful. Should I hire a Manticore lawyer, or perhaps apply for certain Manticore documentation?"

Several gifts were accompanied with small decorations of gold and silver foil. These were hastily dismantled to be used as currency to exchange for appropriate containers. After a few hours, a motley assortment of containers was presented to Mr. Steinbeck. It was nowhere near the required number; some servants still had pieces of gold and silver in their palms, unable to find their quarry in a pinch.


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The WAZ Gykrete emptied herself of her crew, as well as some exotic fancies which she bore across the sea. The brief was vague as to whether the Aclusian Raj was a protectorate, a vassal, or a fully-fledged part of the Empire, but any of the above scenarios could bring diplomatic profit. To be certain, if this wasn't proper Aclus, it would be a relatively brief sail southward to more Aclusian territory.

The eccentric captain was excited by the exotic, and it took extreme amounts of self-composure to keep a straight path to the government building. Even still, he made curt, subtle whispers to his underlings, along the lines of "Hey. Trade one of our plants for that thing, and take it back to the ship. The king would find more pleasure with the Raj bauble than anyone can find with that plant."

The crew asked around as to the whereabouts of the capital building and got relatively accurate results. The entire diplomatic excursion, some several dozen members, packed into the foray. The captain announced his presence to the lobby-men. "Hello there! I'm Captain Pokalle Wotrik, emissary for the Brilliant Republic of Zjaum. I have not had the opportunity to make an appointment with the provincial governor, but I would like to see him post haste, to open diplomatic negotiations. Where should we wait in the meantime?"


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"This better work," stated the captain as he left his ship.
"Why wouldn't it? They can't read Wlitowan script."
"Struck line denotation is universal, I would think. There's a big line across it."
"I place my career on the line for this, sir. It will be fine."
"Your career as a midshipman? I'm putting my head on the line for this."

The captain walked around. This was an island tropical paradise. Perhaps he shouldn't be so uptight about all this. Besides, the hot sun wouldn't allow it. At least the jungles and mountains of Zjaum could provide some nice shade, but he'd be dead from dehydration if he wasn't too careful. Still, orders were orders. Forget Norcourt and the dozen easier diplomatic targets; Command had sent him to the middle of the world, so as not to disturb the precious other schedules. Pah.

The captain assumed that the largest and most expensive looking hut on the island to be the government building. He cleared his throat and put on the widest smile he could in the scenario. He opened the door and waltzed right on in. "Greetings. My name is Captain Rarto Olektor. I bring gifts and the promise of good diplomatic relations from the distant land of Zjaum, if you would be so kind as to entertain our diplomatic envoy."


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X marks a new fort, \\ marks an airstrip, and the + marks the capital


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Impressive Forts Constructed
Large bags of sand and concrete materials are being shipped eastward, and provinces from all over the Republic are being sucked dry of their construction contractors and skilled craftsmen. The republican government has announced plans for large fortifications across Zjaum's perimeter, and air strips for potential traffic. Could this be Zjaum's first attempt to colonize the generally-uninhabited Yeleting Peninsula? Is the mysterious Shiroibara becoming an unruly neighbor, and our leadership doesn't want us to know? Is this merely an attempt to provide the economy with much-needed infrastructure and economic development? Who can say, but further speculation is on page 5.

The locals in the region have mixed reviews about the influx of workers and development. One respondent from the Shiroibara border doesn't appreciate the, quote, "possibility of noisy behemoths flying over her." Another Yatkaugo resident states that the contract work is indirectly tripling his amount of business in the province, and would personally contribute to funding the production if it meant more of the same. Wing Commander Vengo Deltir is scheduled to test the adequacy of the blueprint plans later on, and we will keep you posted as the situation arises.



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The concrete would get there, the workers were told, but for now they were stuck working with wooden frames. Once the wood frames were established, and once the foundations were dug, the concrete would set up quite nicely. Most of the craftsmen, though, bereft of their supplies, were stuck twiddling their thumbs or helping their laymen comrades out of boredom.
One craftsman, a metalworker by trade, decided to climb a ramshackle wooden palisade that composed part of the aforementioned framework. "Hey, I think I can see the Shiroibarans from here?"
"Oh, yeah?" said a bricklayer. "What do their houses look like?"
"Like, tents, or something."
"That's not Shiroibara, you idiot," said a third, a welder. "That's the fort in front of us. Zjaum is making three of these, for added protection. You just described your own people. Besides, Shiroibara doesn't live anywhere near our border. They all live out west."
"How do you know?" asked the bricklayer."
"My brother works in diplomacy or something. Said he did some research, passed it on to me. Say, Takre, you might want to get off that thing. It's pretty unstable."
"Are you kidding? This thing's fine." Takre stomped the floor for effect. "I know the guys who made it; they're pros."
"Whatever; it's your funeral."
"Takre, I saw the frame move a little. Are you sure you want to stay on?"
"What, does this scare you?" Takre shifted his weight around before jumping up and down. The top of the structure moved to the side, and the wooden pillars upon which it lay swayed in the same direction. The whole cavalcade came crashing down, and the metalworker fell head first, dead upon impact.
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Postby The Manticoran Empire » Mon Oct 19, 2020 12:49 pm

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WAZ Welkwu


Ungek Trewo walked professionally behind Captain Trewo. "I am your servant, for the time being. I will denote, however, that, if there is any way that we could speed the process along, I would be most grateful. Should I hire a Manticore lawyer, or perhaps apply for certain Manticore documentation?"

Several gifts were accompanied with small decorations of gold and silver foil. These were hastily dismantled to be used as currency to exchange for appropriate containers. After a few hours, a motley assortment of containers was presented to Mr. Steinbeck. It was nowhere near the required number; some servants still had pieces of gold and silver in their palms, unable to find their quarry in a pinch.

Steinbeck chuckled. "This will only take a few minutes. The longest part of this is gonna be the train ride to the capital."

He didn't lie. The phone call to the State Department cleared up the confusion with several apologies. Steinbeck had had a few other officials gather up the necessary containers, into which the critters and decorations were stashed. Then they were wheeled to the railyard and loaded on to a waiting train. There, Steinbeck handed Trewo a collection of documents. "These are going to be your identification, should any policeman ask you for it. If you keep out of trouble, you shouldn't have any issues. You will be greeted in Vicuna by a State Department official and taken to the State Department building. This make sense?"
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Rise of the Aimeslandish Mafia

Postby HypErcApitAl » Tue Oct 20, 2020 10:34 pm

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Aimesland, Nihonese Occupation Zone
April 1, 1935

General Matsui walked across the captured town, flanked by guards and several aides. Kenpeitai and other army personnel were rounding up its inhabitants, who would soon march around one hundred miles to the nearest port. Just days ago the peace treaty had come into effect, Nihonese personnel wasting no time to rush into the area, in hopes of capturing more workers. It was a good decision in the end, as just a few days after the treaty, the Aimeslandish broke it, reigniting the conflict.

Nihonese forces were on the advance, with fresh reinforcements in the form of 6 Type A2 divisions, and better yet, 20 INA Kawasaki K3 Light Bombers, 45 Kawasaki Ki 10 Fighters, 40 Nakajima Ki 4 Recon Planes, and 30 INN Mitsubishi G3M Medium Bombers. The G3Ms were enjoying much success, launching strikes deep within Aimeslandish territory. With Army planes finally launching operations, the Navy was free to begin sending carriers back to Nihon to replenish losses and replace fighters.

Matsui exchanged bows with Colonel Noda as he approached. "Sir report from the Vice Admiral and the front lines."

Matsui nodded. "Very good, go on."

"Sir Lieutenant General Yanagawa reports successes in our advance. Our armor is paving the way against hostile forces, who at this point in time have been largely destroyed. Resistance is light and primarily in the form of insurgents. The our G3M Bombers have just returned from their long range mission in which they struck one of Aimesland's major cities. We suffered no casualties. They have reported convoys of people moving south, and we have directed Aichi D1A and Kawasaki K3 bombers to strike them. Our use of gas has so far been successful and expect a new shipment of shells this week. We have been able to use up many of our older shells that have been in storage for a while."

Noda paused.

"Vice Admiral Sankichi reports he has ordered the Akagi, our fastest carrier, back to Nihon escorted by the Aoba, the Sendai, 6 Mutsuki Class Destroyers, and 6 Hatsuharu Class Destroyers. It will make us down 91 aircraft for the next seven weeks but Sankichi believes it will not be needed. They are returning to Nihon to have their air groups refitted with the new A5M Fighter and to replace other material losses. In addition, the Fuso, the Mogami, the Chikuma, and 15 Minekaze Class Destroyers have been sent to escort 40 of our troop transports carrying 300,000 prisoners to the USSK to be sold for 140 barrels per person."

Matsui shrugged. "I am very glad we finally have our air forces on the ground. It is unfortunate what we have to do to win this war and I look down on it, however a profit is a profit and I am more worried about the Akagi being gone than anything else. Hopefully our next shipment of planes arrive on time and the A5M is as good as those navy bastards say."


Aimesland, Manticoran Occupied Territory
1 April 1935
0400 Local Time

The First Army had been shipped into Aimesland in the weeks since the ceasefire had been agreed to. The troops had thought they were only going to be called upon to occupy the Dominion of Aimesland. However, Sprout’s attempts to escape justice and the rest of Aimesland refusing to abide by the peace terms meant that their easy job had gotten a lot harder. All of which led to this moment right now.

As the clock struck 4 in the morning the sun was just barely beginning to light up the surrounding area, the pale blue of the dawn hanging like a curtain over the world. For the soldiers in forward positions, crouching in the dew-covered grass in glens or meadows, they could hear very little. Only the steady rumble of truck and tank engines or the sound of men breathing as they waited. The calm was interrupted by the dull thunder of hundreds of artillery pieces. The divisional artillery battalions of 18 Infantry, 3 Cavalry, and 4 Tank divisions and another 50 battalions of corps level heavy artillery thundered to life, 1,500 guns raining death upon the towns, villages, and bases in front of the attack. Overhead, hundreds of Air Corps planes streaked towards their targets, intent on obliterating any sign of resistance before the troops reached it.

The advance started an hour after the barrage did, with troops riding desant on tanks or in trucks. The objectives for the attack were simple enough. II Corps was the primary striking force, looking to secure the isthmus to allow an assault into the Aimeslandish heartland. I Corps would advance along II Corps flank, cutting off the Aimeslandish retreat and securing ports for ressupply. III Corps would be in reserve, ready to exploit a breakthrough if one were achieved. A third attack would be launched by the Marines, with all six Marine Regiments formed into two Marine Divisions to cut off the isthmus from the mainland, finishing the encirclement of any Aimeslandish forces in the area.


Theed

As Chancellor Electrum received news that the Reds returned, and were flanking the Sunfire Peninsula, she had ordered more and more reinforcements to attack and regain the West before the Manticorans navally-invade and claim coastal Aimeslandish cities. She also had heard news of bombings, and was very shocked - she had knew of the Migration but wasn't sure if it'd be successful. She also had issues rallying the Winstonites towards her, and some feared the loss of Aimeslandish Democracy for good.

She'd figured Sprout and the rest would survive, as Aimeslandish themselves were a very resilient people. She also trusted in Sprout, but feared the Presidents' assassination at the hands of Warmongering Nihonese or the Crimsons.




Troy

"For the Gods' sakes, why can't we ever do something successful?" One boy had cried out.

"Because, the last time we'd done something successful, crime-wise, it was Goldbeard. And, before that, zilch. The Govt is very hard-on-Crime, y'know." A girl chirped back at him.

"With the Reds blitzing us, and the pirates fleeing, it seems we have no hope." The boy answered her, still very pessimistic.

"You have no hope... I have plenty. And I know that the gov't is smart." The girl bickered.

"What's your plan? Join the GAR? Or Wasps' Blue Guard? Or...?" The boy growled back at her.

"Something very Criminal, goddammit!" The girl shouted.

"And I'm not fleeing The Republic like the rest of 'em, those soddin' fools prolly got killed, though..." The girl thought to herself.

She continued to think-up ideas. The Manticorans' hostility had forced Aimeslandia in-between a rock and a hard place, and the pirates were pretty-much also fleeing with half of the govt.

"We need a goddamned Mafia." She coldly said to herself.

"Imma talk to Jodie, Jodie knows some friends - I've been her associate for pretty-much my entire life. Since the reds force us to do these sorts'a atrocities, we'll aim our services towards reclaiming the Republic. This front isn't forever, I sure bloody know it." She thought to herself.




Theed

"We'll continue our efforts on deforestation and finishing where Winston and her predecessors had left-off, but, we also have to throw those goddamned reds out of Westeros once-and-for-all." Chancellor Electrum told her advisors.

"How in the bloody Hell do we suppose we do that?" Eliza, one of Electrums' advisors, answered.

"We focus on our Industry. On our Factories. On shit that had gotten me elected!" Moxie cried.

Another advisor snickered.

"I thought you got elected by being a suck-up to the Winstonites." He continued to laugh.

Moxie seethed in anger, but she wasn't going to do anything abusive. She inhaled and exhaled, and pretty-much gave that advisor the Silent Treatment.

"I'm tired of this shit." She thought.

"Now, see that? I had placed my faith in the GAR, matter-of-Fact, I still have faith in them, but it's hard. It's harder when our allies give us the Silent Treatment." The Chancellor stated.

"Do we even have allies?" Eliza questioned.

"The Warglorians? Austerra? Newne Carribbean? The USSK?" Moxie answered.

"They all prolly kiss-ass to Nihon at this point." Melinda, another one of Electrums' advisors snapped.

"We have no real friends." Melinda continued.

"Everyone fucking HATES Democracy. They HATE Republicanism. Why in the sodding shit would you think they'd help us, especially the goddamned communist frogs?" The advisor paced the room.

"Melinda, you're right - I completely understand what you're saying, infact, I'm trying to fix this rubbish." Moxie answered.

"With what, Electrumism?" The male advisor teased and laughed.

"Fuck you." Moxie smirked.

"President Winston tried and had done all she could. Her Administration rode-and-died for this Country, literally and figuratively, now, do you fucking have answers or am I going to have to do s'more firings?" Moxie scolded.

Electrums' advisors gulped.

"We'll place s'more Chi into the GAR and into rebuilding The Capitol. Besides that, we'd have to count on The People. We're an Armed Republic, so I'd imagine we'd have plenty weapons." Melinda replied.

"These chucklefucks have been killing us, and those fucking Romanticist fucks have been sniveling and laughing. We've been using Melee weapons when we should've been using Ranged. If we had more Huntingrifles and other firearms, these suckers would've been sent to Rubble." Electrum stated.

"Well, I'd imagine our economy has been doing fine - we'd been cutting-down our trees and sending those Conservationists to shit city." Melinda told.

"Who was buying the wood? Who even wants Aimeslandish Lumber, afterall?" Electrum asked.

"I dunno, the USSK? They're a good business partner." Melinda answered.

"They don't give a shit about us! I dunno why the fuck Sprout had opened-up that chapter when we could've placed our Chi into other things!" Moxie yelled.

"They're in it for the Bloodmoney. They don't care about Aimeslandish Lives or Freedom." Moxie continued.

"Well, we dunno. They could actually like us. We dunno. We haven't sent shit to them." Melinda responded.

"Shit? Like an ambassador? What the fuck. We've been fighting a fascist puppet, another fucking fascist, and two bloody red empires! How can we fucking send Diplomacy to other countries when our shit's fucked?" Moxie pushed.

"Can y'all seriously cheer up?" Eliza asked.

"Like, we have a Militia Force. Prolly several since the Manticoran Bear continues to pressure this Snake." Eliza continued.

"I'm sorry to say this - I GOTTA say this, but, newsflash, Eliza! Mobs and militias ain't shit! What the fuck is the point if we can't open-up a can of Harm on them with our Airforce or Blimpforce or our Navy?" Moxie responded.

Eliza sighed.

"I know. And, somehow, these fools were able - just able to send ALL of their naval boats and ships and encircle the fuck outta us. Like you said, but, we can't do diplomatic shit regardless." Eliza said.

"This Guerrilla Warfare shit is very improper. We should be defending our cities and the things vital to our way-of-Life. We should be..." Moxie cried.

"I know! But it's what we have to do! We aren't cowards, but we sure aren't foolish either, so we use our heads and finesse ourselves out of all these crises the Republic - oop, the Front is in." Eliza cheered.

"Incase you don't fuckin' know, I'm tryna bring back the Republic." Moxie replied.

"Well, you sure don't act like it sometimes." Eliza told.




Aimeslandish soldiers and militiamen, other partisans had rushed to defend the Western side after hearing the news of the many casualties and the bombing of Halifax. The GAR had been essentially backed into a corner, but they had been using Chancellor Electrum and the new HCs' strategies. Besides that, there was the BRAs' Scorched Earth policy, which was now made defunct as no one had wanted to burn down what they had knew and lived in. To defend the Ancestral Homeland had taken many things besides Time and Patience.

Besides all of that, was Morale. More civilians gladly took-up arms to defend their homeland, but the GARs' marching band had left. Besides that, was a lone flutist who decided to stay at-home.

With half of the Country fleeing, it made no sense to accelerate the controlled-chaos any further. The GAR continued to absorb other ragtag bands of warriors and fighters, adapting to new times and new ways.

Armed civilians defended the Aimeslandish Museums and other buildings, and foodstuffs had to be rationed. A resurgent Aimesland, but at what cost? Now, it was maintaining Winstonism and Aimeslandish ideals - which was now absorbed into this "ideology" called Universalism, taking all Aimeslandish Ideology and combining it. All politicians, ideologues and other peoples were united, standing to fight in what they'd believed in, even if it now seemed foolish.

Armored vehicles were being emphasized, and the tactic of Hailstorm Warfare becoming the ultimate one.

Soldiers ran into positions, very saddened and anguished, but they knew they had to sacrifice themselves for Democratic Values. Citizens cried out "FOR THE REPUBLIC!" and threw makeshift explosives at the enemy, as well as running head-first into machine gun fire, even if it had meant a quick death. Aimeslandish would "go out" honorably, showing the Reds what'fer in the end.

Cherished lands continued to be bombed and fallen into pieces, but the Flametroopers and other remnants - other forces launched themselves, swearing to the gods. For Honor. For a sense of Normalcy, even if it had meant the worst - but, the worst had happened with the bombing of Chamberlain and the seizing of Ikesville and the Aimeslandish Countryside to the east.




Boys and girls, men and women upraised the Julie flag
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and sung the song dedicated to it.

"The BRA shall return! To arms, my comrades! We will march 'til the reds are no more!" A woman by the name of Chelsea cried out, raising her rifle in the air.

Aimeslandish holding both old and new weaponry yelled and shrieked as they hurled themselves at the enemy. Some singing drinking songs whilst others sung patriotic and nationalist songs as they fired their guns, bows and cannons.




Troy

"Well? Do ya like the small army I've gathered up?" Jodie asked the girl.

The girl nodded, cleared her throat, and declared this gathering to be the start of something new - the start of the Aimeslandish Mafia.

Some of them cheered while a few wished this band of misfits had an actual name, something to strike fear, but the girl - Veronica - had commanded them to start immediately.

"Boys before us, and boys now - now fight for the same thing we all want, Freedom. The Treaty is a buncha horseshit, we all know it, but, we have to do something before Aimeslandia is no more. If we die, we shall die protecting Democracy. If we live, we live as part of the Mafia. We live to not betray one another, as we all here are Aimeslandish to the end." Veronica told.

"So, what are our orders?" one asked.

"Kinda obvious, at this point. Defend those who cannot defend themselves. Take back our cities. Reclaim the Republic - by any means necessary, even if you have to do something humiliating." Veronica answered.
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Kehrernesia wrote:
"Hypercapital's greatest wish would be for others to stop thinking of them (Hypercapital) as too "edgy" and for said other persons to get to truly know and appreciate the depth of Hypercapital's lore."

"Peace is a lie." ~ Sith Code (excerpt)


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