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[Carah]

May 19th, 1990, 12:00 PM Brasilia Standard Time

(news jingle plays)

“Good afternoon citizens of Brazil, I am your news host, Nelson Cavaco, and this is the 12 o’ clock news in Rio de Janeiro.”

(news intro sequence plays)

“Last night, a small flood damaged stores in Rio de Janeiro, closing them, causing the local economy in Rio de Janeiro to fall to a shamble, and debt is rising in not only in Rio de Janeiro, but all of Brazil as a whole. Meanwhile, protests erupt in nearby town, Maricá, due to the poor condition in the city with the government supporting rich companies, we go live in Maricá with reporter Vítor Saraiva.”

“Thank you Nelson, I am live right now in a helicopter above Maricá, where protests are marching in the streets. They are presumably chanting syndicalist slogans.”

(Police start going in to crack down on the protesters)

“Would you look at that, police brutality really is getting on with the protesters while they defend themselves with rocks and plastic bottles”

(Some protesters start throwing Molotov cocktails at the police)

“Well jeez, the people are getting so violent, looks like we have a big riot here.”

(A person hits the news helicopter, mistaking it for a police helicopter)

“WHAT THE-“

(Cut to test card with a tone)

“...Okay, thank you Vitor for the report, anyway, coming up, we go to a flood engulfing the entire town of Saquarema. I am Nelson Cavaco, and this was the 12 o’ clock news in Rio de Janeiro.”

[Great Eilean]

the Rose and the Maple Leaf

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21st May, 1990
MacDonald-Cartier Airport, Ottawa, Hocain

The airplane gently touched down on the tarmac after its short journey from Carlton City in the United States, the Union Jack plastered on the side of it, signifying it was Eileanic Air property, though the Crown was missing, signifying it was not the Queen’s own personal jet.

First Minister Peckingham glanced out the window to the airport and the surrounding city and smiled. Something about the architecture of Hocain reminded him greatly of home, compared to the neoclassical of Amalia or the Belle Epoque of Galasie.
“This is your captain speaking, the local time is 10 AM and it’s a warm spring morning of 60 degrees, so enjoy that sun and shine before you return to the Isles.” the radio com crackled, causing the Earl of Hornby to snicker, still puffing on his cigar.
“He isn’t wrong about that, I dread the return to Wyndham.” Alexander said, waving out the match. “It’s home nonetheless though, Alex.” Walter said, pushing himself out of his seat and into the aisle, ready to get off the damn-blasted plane.
The door opened up, and the stairs were pushed up to the hull of the jet. As soon as he stepped out, flashes and hollars rose. Of course, yet again the united press had caught wind of his visit. Walter simply rolled his eyes, before raising his hand in a friendly wave, not answering a single question of the journalists, as Alexander tagged along, eyes set on the car provided by the Hocainan government, making a beeline for it to the meeting with Prime Minister Diana Devereux.

Meanwhile, Diane walks down the steps of Parliament Hill looking over the crowd of people trying to glimpse the First Minister. She walks down to the main entry point with a few men from her security staff. Diane was still trying to get used to the fame, sure, she was well known for being a senator, but Prime Minister was a higher status and larger audience.

A few minutes pass and she sees the First Ministers' car turn into the South Gate and rounding the path and coming to a stop. One of the members of her staff walks over to the car and generously opens the car door for Sir. Peckingham. Diane is wearing a white pantsuit with black wedges shoes, her hair is up in a nearly done bun.

"Good Morning First Minister." She says putting out her hand for a formal handshake.

“And Good Morning to you as well, Prime Minister Devereux.” Peckingham said with a smile, quickly getting out of the car and shaking her hand far more gently compared to the almost brotherly one he gave in Carlton City. “Thank you once again for meeting us so quickly, and for how late we will be talking about the Imperial Tour.” he said, still smiling.

"Come, shall we?" She said ushering him next to her with a bright face, This was the first time she was having a formal meet with a minister from the Eileanic Empire,

"So I assume the meeting in Carlton City went well?” She said as one of the Parliament Hill guards opened the grand doors for them.

“Of course, of course. Amalia may have left the Empire through force, but nonetheless, the Special Relationship is still as strong as ever.” Walter smiled, following Prime Minister Diana. “Surprisingly the Amalians kowtowed to our requests, you can still see who is the senior power…” Alexander snickered, to once again get a glare from Walter.

Diane quietly giggled at Alexander's remarks as they rounded the hall and walked into the grand conference room, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Steven Samuel's shortly after.

"Please take your seats, would anyone like a refreshment?" Diane asked as her secretary came in ready to take orders.

“A brandy, thank you.” Walter asked politely, sitting down and clasping his hands on his lap as he leaned back. “ Scotch, please.” Alexander said, taking out a cigar and prepping his matchbox.

“So as you know, the Imperial Tour draws ever closer. And, as Eileanic-Hocainan Relations were, shaky to say the least under your predecessors, Her Majesty’s Royal Government would like to extend the state tour to Hocain, to show that relations between the daughters still amiable with the mother country.” Peckingham said with a smile, as Alexander struck his match. “And furthermore, use this not only as an invitation to the Eileanic Commonwealth but also the League of Free Nations. With the recent conquest of South Africa by Bolshevism and the idleness of the Isfahan Pact, it would be in the best interest of the people of the Dominion of Hocain, to realign with the old family to protect it and her sovereignty.” Alexander said, all the while puffing on his Druchezkian cigar.

"I'll have brandy as well, thank you, Janet." Diane sat across from Peckingham and Alexander crossing her legs. Mr. Samuels sat next to Diane.

"On behalf of Hocain and the members of my cabinet, we would be honored to accept your invitation to join the League of Free Nations, as for the State Tour, when will Hocain be expecting Her Majesty? Diane asks putting her hands in her lap, Her secretary, Janet came in with a silver tray, on it was four brandy's, She swiftly placed them down and quickly left the room after making sure there was nothing else that needed her assistance.

“Her Majesty will depart the home isles roughly around the 17th of June after the Trooping of the Colour, and from there will visit Newfoundland after the weeklong journey across the Atlantic, then from there sail up the Saint Lawerence, to visit Hocain.” Walter said, picking up the glass of brandy. “She will be sailing aboard the HMS Empress of Sagaria, and escorted by the HMS Faulkner, Edmund VIII, Gallant and Implacable.” Alexander spoke up, taking a quick sip from his scotch, then puffing on his cigar again.

Mr. Samuels, the Minister of Foreign Affairs eventually spoke up, " I would like to know more about the League of Free Nations and what it stands for exactly?" He had been so busy focusing on the current bill he had been trying to pass, he hadn't had time to learn more about the factions. He quickly took a sip of his scotch, which was far too strong for his liking, and tried to hold back a cough.

Alexander and Walter glanced at each other, before both gave ino a shrug. “Well, the League of Free Nations dates back to the Great War, when Galasie, Eilean and Poland-Ruthenia stood against the aggression of the Kaiser of Acuisia. Since then, with the aid of the United States of Amalia, the League has evolved into an international alliance stretching the globe, standing for the ideals of Free Government, Free Markets, and a Free people. Most of our members are either Liberal Democracies, or descendants of other former Imperial Dominions, such as Tarazed, or Sagaria” Walter explained politely, curious as to how the gentleman knew so little about the old alliance.

"Yes, of course," Diane said, genuinely embarrassed that her Minister had nearly no idea about the globe's most prominent faction. You see, Diane had a situation during her campaign, she didn't have anyone qualified enough to even be a Foriegn Affairs Minister, so she chose the one most knowledgeable, who embarrassingly, turned out to be the man sitting next to her, trying not to further humiliate himself with the scotch he was trying to hold down. pathetic she thought to herself. She took a rather large sip of her drink.

Walter shifted in his seat, reading the two’s body language and clearly understanding they felt embarrassed. He thought for a second before smiling, and to change the subject, stood up and raised his glass. “God save the Queen!” he cheered boldly, followed by Alexander who raised his scotch. “God save the Queen.”

Both, Diane and Steven stood up and cheered, "God save the Queen!" Diane finish her scotch but Mr. Samuels decided it was probably best to not finish his to not further his embarrassment.

[Yottabota]

May 25th
Central City, CAU

Sophia Riveria stepped off the gangplank and onto the dock, weeks of sea travel had made her weary. She gave her body a quick stretch before someone shouted at her to continue moving. “Sorry,” she muttered as she continued forward with the rest of her company. All around her members of the Miami Fighters were unloading equipment and supplies. Part of the PCCA’s “Peacekeeping” mission in the CAU. Everyone knew they were just being used as political pawns, but to be fair, Sophia thought, Central City is beautiful. Up ahead Sophia could see where the soldiers were being led to. A nearby train, once again more traveling. At least this time it wouldn’t be by sea.

“Sergeant Riveria! Sergeant Sophia Riveria!” a voice called out from behind. Sophia stepped out of line and turned around, straightening her bag as she turned,

“Over here!”A young man with a MP badge and helmet approached her,

“Orders,” he said as he handed her a small white envelope. The fuck? Sophia thought as she opened the envelope The orders were simple, for here to not get on the train, walk further into the city, and hail a taxi and go to 111 Amon Road,. The envelope even contained cash for the faire. The order was signed not by any one officer but with a special seal. She carefully studied the seal, she had only seen it a handful of times, but it meant it was a legal order, just highly secret. If this leads to some pervy fucking general Sophia thought. Turning to the MP she replied,

“Orders received, thank you sir,” As the MP left Sophia let out a sigh, she had to walk into a foreign city by herself, and all she had was her combat knife. With that she turned and walked away from the train, keenly aware of the eyes on her as the company watched her walk away.

The city was buzzing with life, people going about their day. Yet what amazed her was the amount of black people, not even in Atlanta could Sophia find so many black people. As a white girl she felt a bit intimidated by her casual racism but shook it off.

“Taxi!” Sophia called out once she saw a number of them parked. A taxi pulled up in front of her and she got into the door, “111 Amon Road please,” she told the driver. The driver looked at her through the rearview mirror, with a perplexed look on his face. Before driving off. Sophia watched as the taxi drove through the city, the buildings were nice, a bit repetitive in style though, but such was common in socialist nations. After what felt like an hour on the highway, the car finally pulled into an alleyway in a rundown area on the outskirts of town.

oh dear lord this will be a pervy general won’t it Sofia thought, her fear rising. She handed the faire to the taxi driver and got out. The taxi quickly put in reverse and drove away.

“Now what?” Sofia said thinking out loud. Behind her an engine turned on and without some car lights, turning around and shielding her face from the light, she could barely make out a black sedan. “Come in,” a voice called out. Walking slowly around the car she made her way into the sedan where she sat in the middle of two armed guards. The one to her left put a finger to her lips. The guard on the right took out a file, out the corner of her vision she could see a small photograph of herself attached to a set of documents.

“Sofia Rivieria, age 25, Rank Sergeant, member of the Miami Fighters Division, First Recon Company. Born and raised in Athens, Georgia. Your favorite food is chicken wings and your date of birth is Nov 17th, 1964. Growing up in the PCCA you became friends with Ben Newman and Haley Ronald who joined you when you enlisted. Your blood type is A+, registered donor, your accuracy test is 98 . You currently live on your own with your pet Dog Marysue Is any of that incorrect?” The man closed the file before handing it off to her.

“No sir,” she replied after a quick glance, handing the file back. The agent took the file and placed it away and looked out the window before glancing back.

“No need for formalities…” he checked his watch and turned back to face her. “The PCCA has selected you for special training under our nations’ shared military alliance. You will be working and training alongside the Union Security Committee; you will be given top secret clearance, I hope you realize the responsibility of such clearance.” His tone relaxed but still remained professional. Sofia’s eyes widened, then narrowed before stammering,

“What does all this entail? Wha-what will I be doing?” The female agent laughed slightly.

“Worry not ma chére, your government wishes to make a spy out of you. Your background, grades, aptitude tests all scored high, you were handpicked by your councils to be trained by our organization. You and 9 others, will be housed and trained by USC in clandestine espionage.”

“I’m honored, but I'm just a sniper, a kid from Georgia,” Sofia said, flabbergasted.

“And the founder of our nation was the son of sharecroppers and house maids. We all have our humble origins, but that’s why our nations are so great. No need for luck to become successful, just talent and willpower.” The man spoke with a smirk, “all that matters is your answer.”

“I accept.”

Office of the IWW Chairman, Central City Parliament Building
17:05; May 25th.

Fatima leaned back in her seat and sighed softly, the 39 year old grimacing at her injured body as it found itself in the seat. The scars of an IED plaster her lower half, and the fragments from it still linger in less tender areas. She took a glass of tea from her desk and gently sipped it whilst pondering. She was behind the desk of the most powerful person in the Union. Infront of her was the ability to support the IWW from the sidelines, give her allies endorsements that will guarantee victory and more nefariously rig the bureaucratic web to never allow another non IWW party member to win their election. More importantly, she picks who the next Prime Minister would be... Back in the USC, she became close friends and allies with the head of the Espionage department, a bonafide spy. Her name was Amelia Armstrong, a foreign-born national, born and raised for most of her life in the Great Eilean Commonwealth; by the age of 18 she had enlisted in the Royal Navy, becoming an intelligence officer before defecting. She came to the CAU in the mid 70's where she then enlisted into the UAA, upon scoring high on her tests she was selected to become a USC agent. Afterwards, she became a clandestine agent, on behalf of the CAU, around the world; From Tarazed and Japan to South Africa, Arascid, and Galasie. Armstrong was an expert on foreign affairs and relations... A perfect replacement for Xavier Leke. She as already informed of his resignation come the end of the negotiations with South Africa concluded, so she needed someone who would excel with establishing the CAU's dominance politically in the former Union of South Africa.

She examined Amelia and smirked before putting down the file, taking up the phone to call up the chairman of the new Ba'ath party.

First part is written by Yotta and Nieb
putting 1 yearly point into political freedom, and putting 1.64 into livestock sustainability

[Albanions]

May 30th 1990

"Japanese - Serkarian island trade"


Emperor Akihito - "It is an honour to meet you Tzar Paul II, as you know we are here to discuss the dispute over the Kurili
islands."

Paul II - ”Indeed, ever since the war of 1902 the islands have been disputed leading to the suffering of the nativa Ainu people.”

Emperor Akihito - "Yes and we know that the dispute can't be resolved through violence and war , that is why i am here to make an offer to you.”

Paul II - ”Yes, the lands will of course be ceded to Japan, but on the condition that the Ainu people want to be part of Japan.”

Emperor Akihito - "Of course the Ainu people shall have full rights just like any Japanese citizens , and everyone on the island shall have dual citizenship."

Emperor Akihito- " Now lets sign the papers and end this dispute."

-The Kuril islands will be sold to Japan for 1.3 yearly points-

[Of Zanganda and Zuno]

28th May 1990

Hello Norsia! welcome to Norsian News Network or NNN

Today on our program We'll be covering the events that happened from last time with SA and the CAU. And and a very good skier from Norvo Surmu.

The conflict appears to have halted in Africa as a ceasefire has been signed, although they are technically still at war. the UN continues to push for a peace treaty although nothing has happened as of this broadcast. As the bloodshed ceases, we hope a full peaceful resolution will be passed.


We now meet with a skier from Norvo Surmu. As he has just managed to ski down the tallest Mountain in Norsia with Record time. Norsia has always been fond of skiing as it is the national sport, so we always like to find new talent. And this one delivered. He plans to ski down
Galdhøpiggen again soon to try to beat his record time again! He will certainly do us good in the olympics coming up.

And that's it from us Norsia so until next time, Farewell!

[Waterby]

Greetings,
President Jakob Kowalski,

I appreciate you reaching out to me to establish embassies within our nation's borders. But, on behalf of my country, Hocain, and Her Majesty, the Queen, We don't accept your offer, the distance between our two nations is too great, the Sonacist Regime of Intermarium and the Free Government of Hocain just cannot coexist. Hocain was founded by freemen, not shackled like the men of Amalia or a strict hierarchy of Great Eilean.


Sincerely,
Hocainian Prime Minister,
Diane Devereux

[Great Eilean]

31st May, 1990
Yerminster Palace, Wyndham, United Kingdom of Great Eilean and Strathland

“And so gentlemen, the largest of the blockades are here in Estelle Park, the intersection of Saint Margaret and Leons, and Cardinal Row...” a City Engineer demonstrated on a map of old Wyndham, her grand boulevards, avenues and streets nothing but mere coloured lines on the map, crisscrossed with parts of the tube and waterlines.
“If we nip it in the bud now, how much do you think we could possibly save in this endeavour?” Lord Thenpole asked, leaning on the table. “And what caused said blockages?” the Lord-Mayor of Wyndham inquired, smoking a pipe.
“Well, factoring in for civil, economic and industrial areas of the city, possibly countless millions sir. And we believe the back-ups are due to the age of the waterlines, after all most are from the Glorianan or Williamite era, and haven’t been looked at since at the very least, before the Sagarian War...” the engineer said, placing the pointer down on the map’s rim.
“Most dire, isn’t it...”Thenpole mumbled softly to himself, leaning back in his seat and rubbing his chin. “Her Majesty’s Government as you know, has begun a revitalization of Eilean and Strathland’s aging infrastructure, I think a few million Farthings for the capital’s waterlines would be in order, and perhaps as well for Elginsburg and Morlin” Thenpole suggested, to a nodding Lord-Mayor and engineer.
“Yessir, with said investment I feel that it would improve the present situation in Wyndham. As well as possibly prevent it from happening in the future.” the engineer said plainly.
“Well Russell, how do you feel about it?” Thenpole asked the Lord-Mayor.
“Better to nip it in the bud now before it blows up in our face, that’s what I say. As soon as you can secure the funds for us, I’ll immediately begin setting about work.”

Point Allocation:
Infrastructure: 1

[Itasna]

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An Artist’s Rendition of the Completed Bridge

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The Department of Infrastructure announced this morning that it had been given approval to begin construction of the Strait of Messina Bridge, a project proposed by several engineers to link Interstate Route 105’s southern termination in Eritra, Calabria with Interstate Route 120‘s eastern termination in Messina, Sicilia. The Strait of Messina Bridge will, in essence, link the island of Sicilia with the mainland of Italy, and in turn, the mainland of Europe. The Strait of Messina Bridge is projected to cost 1.5 billion Auroes, and require a decade to complete. Construction is set to commence in early January 1991.

The Strait of Messina Bridge, as proposed by a civil engineering firm, the Stretto di Messina S.P.A, will have a total length of four kilometers, and it’s longest span will be 3.3 kilometers across the Strait. This length of 3.3 kilometers will make the Strait of Messina Bridge the longest suspension bridge in the world upon it’s projected completion sometime in 2001. The total height of the bridge will tower above the local coastline and villages, standing at 382.6 meters, and therefore making the bridge the tallest in the world, beating out the Millau Viaduct in southern Galasie by over forty meters. The Strait of Messina Bridge will be equipped with six traffic lanes (three eastbound and three westbound), in addition to two emergency lanes. The Strait of Messina Bridge will also include two railway lines, one eastbound and one westbound, in addition to railway maintenance sidewalks.

The Strait of Messina Bridge has been, so far, well received in both Calabria and Sicilia. Many local residents are supportive of the bridge’s ability to create additional jobs in the region during it’s construction, in addition to future jobs associated with maintenance and other related industries. Many economists in Roma have also supported the project, arguing on behalf of the anticipated benefits of physically linking Sicilia to mainland Italy, the most tangible benefit being the reduction of costs associated with shipping passengers and cargo back and forth between the mainland and Sicilia.

Page 3: Engineers Bridge the Gap

Page 8: Driving from San Rocco to Palermo will soon be possible. What you should know.

Page 9: Noodle Cache confiscated, destroyed by Romagna State Police

[Carah]

The Maceió Flood

June 4, 1990

The ocean near Brazil becomes hotter and hotter due to industry work. Water from the ocean near Brazil evaporates and goes over the city of Maceió, it then becomes a rainstorm, which had escalated into a flood about 2 hours later, the flood engulfed many buildings and 1,250 citizens had to evacuate Maceió, while 345 citizens died attempting to escape the flood, after the flood, people began to become more angry with the government, calls for reform in the government are rising, and many officials are currently debating about it. Ultimately, Brazil is only 1 inch away from Revolution, and will reach it any time now.

[Yottabota]

May 21st, 1990

Government House, Bloemfontein City, South Africa
4:30pm

Ambassador Carolyn Golden from the People’s Confederate Councils of Amalia, watched as others took their seats. Prime Minister Willem De Villier had come personally to speak for the Apartheid Regime. Then there was Nelson Mandela, speaking for the rebels, yet everyone questioned how much control he had for them. This will be interesting, Carolyn thought, the PCCA did not treat it’s white landowners all that well in the 30s, and De Villier knows that.

The Tarazedian delegate, Doctor Robert Floyd took his seat at the table. Even though he hadn’t been in the country long, the commanding officers of the Tarazedian forces accompanying him had warned him that a ceasefire and resulting peace deal was essential. It was obvious that the South African government was at the precipice of losing it all.

All the more reason to tread carefully, the dying serpent bites deepest after all.

“Nice to meet you Ambassador Floyd,” Carolyn said reaching out her hand, “it appears that once again the PCCA and Tarazed are here to help create peace in another part of the world.”

“Seems to be that way once again, Ambassador Carolyn,” Floyd replied as he shook Carolyn’s hand, “And it’s a cause we’ll never shy away from. Conflict must be resolved lest it spread and serve as the undoing of us all. I can only hope we can make good progress here.”

The door of the conference room opened as CAU Ministry of Defense and Chairman Fatima Newalla entered the room with two commandos at their sides as protection. The air in the room tensed as the two took their seats and prepared for negotiations, talking to each other in an Austronesian language before Newalla stood up and went around greeting first Mandela and his rebels, then to the PCCA ambassador. “Fatima Newalla, Chairman of the IWW. I’ll be stepping in for my Prime Minister, he’s unfortunately fallen under the weather.”

“Give him our condolences, hopefully he recovers from this,” Carolyn replied.

“Thank you, but that old mule won’t go down so easily.” She chuckled slightly before grating that same hand to Dr. Floyd. “I hope this meeting goes well, our two nations may not see eye to eye but let that not get in the way of peace.”

Floyd shook her hand in turn, “Peace often brings those with great differences together for a worthy goal.”

“With all present let us begin our talks with the topic of the territory of the South African Socialist Republic,” De Villiers began with disdain in his voice.

“Right.” Newalla sat down beside Mandela and Carolyn. “Our opening statement is for all territories previously controlled by the Union of South Africa to be seceded into the South African Socialist Republic, with the discretion of Mr. Mandela.”

De Villiers clenched his jaw at the proposal, looking at Newalla for a moment before looking away and locking eyes with Floyd and giving a slight, if defeated, nod.

Floyd gave De Villers a look that simply gave a wordless ‘you lost horrifically, what were you expecting? Equal terms?’ Before Floyd then looked at Newalla.

“My government has drafted up a compromise to your proposal, as it was somewhat expected,” as he spoke a copy of the document was handed to Newalla and Mandela, “As we have seen throughout history, rapid shifts in government and economics always have unintended consequences - usually negative.”

He paused for a moment before continuing, “To begin with the broad strokes of the proposal, we recommend the creation of a two or three state system. These states would only be separated politically, and would have a shared economic union to enforce cooperation throughout the South African region. The exact political differences we would expect would take the form of centre left and centre right political states, with the preference of both being democracies. Geographically, one state would compose the north and west of the country, while the other occupied the south eastern region.”

Carolyn was stunned for a moment, “to be clear, one of these states would house De Villiers' regime? He would continue to be Prime Minister?”

Floyd shook his head, “No. Mister De Villers has…” he trailed off for a moment, “Contemplated the direction of the winds, and will announce his resignation after the conclusion of these negotiations. A new election will be held in one of the replacement states, ideally under Tarazedian and CAU oversight, to determine his replacement.”

“So apartheid practices will end in both states, and both will have some level of democratic systems. What’s the point to this separation?” Carolyn replied.

“The country is clearly divided, hence the civil war, a separation along these lines will allow a more stable transfer to whichever political oversight the locals elect,” Floyd responded carefully, “No one here wants more blood spilled.”

Mandela looked at Floyd, “Divided? The Country has been divided since the white man first stepped onto this land Ambassador. This division is not along geographic lines, this is not some petty civil war like what happened in Amalia, no this is a racial division. Oppressors and Oppressed. You seek to divide us further when we want unity for once in a long time. If you want to prevent more blood being spilled announce peace and unity in South Africa.”

Newalla adjusted her tie, “and let us not forget of the mountain of evidence we sit upon to further prove our point. Let’s face it, in any other scenario Mr. De Villers here would have been paraded through the streets. The only reason we agreed to these talks is to give the current South Afircan government an amicable end, rather than a violent one.” She narrowed her gaze on Floyd. “The Central African Union will not agree to peace unless a unified South Africa is on the table.”

Seeing the tension in the room Carolyn stood up, “Prime minister, Ambassador, if you don’t mind, I’d like to speak privately with Mandela and Newalla.”

Floyd opened his mouth to respond to both Mandela and Newalla before Carolyn spoke briefly. In response Floyd closed his mouth and nodded before turning to speak with his aides.

The three stand up and leave the room, going into a private chamber.

“The nerve of that Ẹlẹ́dẹ…” She muttered to herself as she looked at Carolyn, “I knew they’d pull this, and yet it annoys me… What’s your plan here Carolyn?”

“They are clearly playing politics here,” Carolyn stated, “I say we fight fire with fire,”

Carolyn began to tell the two her plan, Mandela seemed upset at the idea, Newalla not a fan, but eventually they came to terms with the idea.

The three returned to the room, Mandela sat down with a bit unhappy look, and Newalla intensely watched Floyd.

Carolyn remained standing and said "We offer the following:
The Union of South Africa shall cede the territory in red to the South African Socialist Republic,
the Union of South Africa shall join the Eilieanic Commonwealth
The IWEC and EC will both invest X amount (worth 5 yearly points) over 2 year period to assist with the partition
The IWEC will give the Union of South Africa 5 yearly points over a 5 year period as reparations.
Tarazed and all members of the league of free nations will declare the so-called Kingdom of Indonesia and the Republic of Indonesia rogue states and recognize the People's republic of Indonesia as the legitimate government of Indonesia.
The members of LFN will support granting the people's Republic of Indonesia a seat in the UN General Assembly.”

Floyd laughed at the agreement, “Ignoring the disrespect in this proposal, Prime Minister I think it is time to call it quits. So long the Boers of this new nation are not treated harshly.”

Mandela nodded relieved the deal was denied, “Yes all members of society regardless of ethnicity will be treated well by the South African Socialist Republic.”

William De Villiers sighed and grabbed the paper.

EBC Headlines May 21st

South African Socialist Republic Declared in Peace Treaty

All territory of the Union of South Africa shall be transferred to the South African Socialist Republic
All armed forces of the Union of South Africa shall stand down and their equipment transferred to the South African Socialist Republic
All members of the Union of South Africa Government shall be given complete Amnesty and will face no punishment
Boers will face no discrimination in the new nation.
Elections set to take place in mid 1991, in the meantime Prime Minister Mandela shall oversee the transfer of the new government.
The South African Socialist Republic and Central African Union sign a defense pact.

written by Yottabota, Tarazed and Nieb

[Councils of America]

May 25th 1990
Free Louisiana Television Company, Neo Orleans, Free State of Louisiana

"Good evening fellow comrades, I am Isabella Bowman with the nightly news. President Kennedy and the Confederate Council has officially recognized the South African Socialist Republic,"

Screen cuts to President Kennedy addressing the council, "The workers of South Africa has showed us what can be done with their collective power. That when the proletariat casts off their chains true change can happen. I offer all assistance they need and shall convene with the IWEC to determine new tariffs. We shall continue to pursue granting them a seat in the UN General Assembly as quickly as possible."

The screen cuts back to Isabella

"It's wonderful to hear of such a successful movement. Now that the bourgeosis class has been removed, Prime Minister Mandela will surely create a free nation in South Africa."

[Scotatrova]

Reunification of Iberia under Scotatrova, May 26, 1990

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With the recent faltering of the United Iberian government, negotiations between Scotatrova and west Iberia began in earnest to discuss reunification, being long separated for decades. After a series of long talks and negotiations, the unification process concludes today on May 26 with the signing of the Iberian Unification Treaty. Despite being finally united, this new larger Scotatrova is not a successor state but an enlarged continuation of Scotatrova. As such, the enlarged Scotatrova retaines its place in international organizations including the League of Free Nations, while the memberships of international organizations to which United Iberia belonged simply ceased to exist because it as a nation has ceased to exist. Discussions immediately began on an emergency merger of the Iberian economies. At the same time, many Scotatrovian laws came into force in United Iberia. This created a suitable framework for a political union by diminishing the huge gap between the two existing political, social, and economic systems. To commemorate the day that marks the official unification of Iberia, May 26 has been made the official Scotatrovian national holiday, Dia de la Unidad Ibérica (Day of Iberian Unity). It replaces the previous national holidays held in Scotatrova and United Iberia.

[Yottabota]

Xavier Leke, looked at the paper as he prepared to do what needed to be done; watching the Ministry of the Interior's staff prepare cameras and allow the press to slowly filter in, both international and domestic. His secretary had alerted the media that at the end of the peace agreement, and the festivities that came afterwards, that the office of the Prime Minister would have an important announcement. What they didn't expect were for said festivities to last for nearly a month. He couldn't help but smile at the headlines of today's paper.

CENTRAL CITY GAZELLE
June 2nd Edition
VICTORY OVER APARTHEID

Following the surrender of the Union of South African government, the Central African Union proudly announces it's newly formed alliance with the even newly formed South African Socialist Republic. Lead by the former activist, Nelson Mandela, and fought by the millions of our oppressed brothers and sisters, the De Villers Regime has come to a just end, with the workers' flag flying high over the capital building. While the United African Army and Central Air Force marched on past Windhoek and the jungles of Mozambique, revolutionaries gripped the nation in civil strife until the coward De Villers and the corporate backed UN demanded a ceasefire; this ceasefire led way to extremist violence by the rogue element of the Boer military, but these terrorists were squashed by the brave men and women of our armed forces. Later, a treaty was signed and formalized the founding of the SASR, with the De Villers' Regime given the mercy of amnesty, never to truly atone for their crimes and were seen being exiled away from South Africa aboard the national aircraft. Celebrations broke out in South Africa and here in the Union as decades of hostilities have finally come to their just end... SEE MORE ON PAGE 5

Xavier put down the paper and looked to his side to see his nurse aid changing his IV bag, treatment was to never stop, his doctor's order. He took a deep breath and sighed as he looked beyond the crowd of diplomats, journalists and everyday citizens, but more importantly his eyes fixed on Fatima Newalla. The new Chairman was ambitious, too ambitious. He thought to himself whilst taking a sip from his glass. He worried over her closeness to the USC, despite retiring to become a politician her connections with the intelligence agency ran deeper than he had initially thought. He had no proof, but he was certain that she had some hand in the orchestration of this entire war, but he had no time to ponder conspiracy theories. His aid came over and made sure his makeup was set and his outfit was finished.

"Jasmine, you have been my personal aid for these past 10 years... Ha I remember when you were just that fresh faced intern." His aid couldn't help but laugh a little.

"You played off me spilling a gallon of water on the press floor by saying something along the lines of "Its high time we washed these floors, give her a raise"" The two of them laughed, but Xavier stopped as his developed into a painful cough.

"Ah... This blasted demon cancer... I hope you find work befitting a woman of your diligence." She nodded,

"With your aid, I was able to secure a job aiding Miss Newalla at the IWW headquarters." He pursed his lip and nodded at the mention of Newalla, he glanced over to her to see her talking to some reporter, but for a brief second she shot him back the same glance and a shiver ran down his spine. It hadn't been since his predecessor, Prime Minister Aurélia Courtet, had he felt such a chill. A woman of ambitious, but with such outward facing charisma that it became a genuine threat. A true lioness. He readied himself forward towards the crowd, the last time he would see such a sight again for the rest of his natural life... He took a deep breath and the camera started to roll.

"Good evening, to all my comrades here and abroad. As Premier of the Central African Union, I have continued the hard work and prosperity that were laid out by our forefathers, most recently bringing liberation to our brethren down in the former Union of South Africa. Now the South African Socialist Republic and Central African Union stand hand and hand with full cooperation to finally take back what belongs to us as true inheritors of Africa... We have begun many projects to enhance this nation's infrastructure, and have expanded political freedoms, with the aid of the newly chosen Chairman of the IWW, Miss Fatima Newalla, and have expanded farming aid to ensure that our nation's food and water never become threatened by scarcity... We have aided the ideals of Communism both here and abroad, and our allies around the world look to us for inspiration and strength and it our duty to uphold these values... With all that said, it comes with a heavy heart to formally announce my retirement." The crowd erupted in questions, reporters trying to shove their mics closer to get every word he was saying and the guards holding them back. He waited for them to settle a little before continuing. "Over the past years, I have had a few health scares, but finally it seems that old wound have returned. I have been diagnosed with stage 2 Bone cancer, and while our fine doctors have done much to keep me in shape, my health has taken a toll. In my current state, I am not fit to lead this great nation. I will step down from the office of Premier effective immediately following a snap election in Parliament and a national election to form a new government in my stead... With that I give the key to our future in the hands of our citizens yet again, for the last time. Thank you all very much for these past 15 years, it has been an honor and a privilege to act as your public servant on the world stage but I'm afraid my time has come. Good evening, and may god bless our great Union."

[Osphen]

Ellaria grew up under military rule. Those were tough, turbid years that she never wanted to remember, yet little pieces of those years seem to have stuck with her since the 1920s. She still wore her head covering, which had been socially mandated by the more conservative climate of the time. She still tended to return home before dark and seldom went out after sundown, and she still maintained her frugality which developed in the more resource scarce years of the junta. She was a strange character to most Osphenians now who, unlike her, had never experienced the more violent years under the Benzaças Junta. Everyone keeps telling her time thats have changed, but you don’t change your habits just like that - they stick with you, even after so many years.

Today was strange though. She had a small argument with her daughter, Sarah. Sarah had just bought her child a rather expensive toy, a small car that was intended for a child to drive about to amuse themselves for an hour or two. Ellaria couldn’t believe how expensive it was: 240 Rials ($150)! That much money on something so frivolous was simply unbelievable. Of course, she knew Sarah had managed to marry rich, and that she had her own lucrative career, but she didn’t need to spend that much money, she could’ve asked her mother to sew a doll for the little girl, that was more appropriate for a girl anyway.

Sarah apparently had enough of her frugal nagging, though.

“Things are good now, we have money, we can afford nice things, we have been able to for a long time.” Sarah insisted

Ellaria was a stubborn woman however. Saving money was not a bad thing, even if they have so much money now. She waved off her daughter’s argument and went back to her room to get ready for her evening walk.

However, around 5pm in the Coçóla market, she saw a rather fancy teapot. It was of Italian design; porcelain and ornate, with gold trimmings, and roses and other intricate designs painted on it. It was exceedingly beautiful. She was about to put it down when her daughter’s words repeated in her mind: ‘We have money now.’ Ellaria brought the teapot into the shop and asked the cashier how much it costed. “Only 60 Rials,” the cashier said. It was certainly more than she would usually spend, and she’s suspicious if it was even worth its price. But, she likes how it looks, and she needs a new teapot anyway - the old one had been leaking for the past several weeks.

“I’ll buy it,” Ellaria told the cashier, as she took out her wallet.




OOC: Investing 5 index points into Pol rights and Consumerism each

[Great Eilean]

The Queen's Colours

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9th June, 1990
Yerminster, Wyndham, United Kingdom of Great Eilean and Strathland

Thousands of Ellanmen, Imperial subjects and foreign tourists crowd the sidewalks for hundred of yards, from the gates of Suffingham Palace all the way to Whitehaven Parades, waving the Union Jack and the Royal Standard. Gloriana waved from the open-top carriage of Gloriana II, waving in her trademarked wrist swivel style with the motherly smile as they passed hundreds, though safely from the carriage and Mounted Horse Guards in between her and the public, on top of the city constabulary of course. "Has your wrist ever ached after doing that for so long?" William asked next to her, dressed entirely in the Royal Guard uniform.
"No, not that I know if. However I have a certain pain in the neck presently. And I think it speaks Acuisian..." Gloriana smirked at her husband, looking almost like her elderly mother. William, of course, retreated rather than pursue further defeat at the hands of his spouse.
Down Saint Luke avenue the procession rolled, passing countless thousands of people, until they arrived at Whitehaven Parade, the banners of the Empire and Commonwealth flapping from multiple flagpoles, though none flew as high as the Royal Standard.
And on the field, stood ranks upon ranks of men, the most elite soldiers of the entire Royal Army, the Royal Guard, whose sole purpose was to defend the Sovereign of the Empire. “Present, Arms!” Countless officers ordered, the sounds of clanking swords and jiggling medals filling the air on top of horse hooves hitting the ground from mounted troops and the Queen’s carriage.
The Queen dropped her hand as they came to a stop near the gates of Whitehaven Parade, followed by the blare of trumpets.
“Royal Salute!” the Lord-Lieutenant of the Royal Guard commanded from his horse, as Her Majesty and His Highness stood up in the carriage, William raising his hand in salute.
“Present, arms!” the Lord-Lieutenant commanded, the joustling of thousands of rifles audible, as the soft beat of drums began.
The hundreds of foreign dignitaries, well-to-do of Eilean and Royal Court stood up from their seats, and removed their caps as the Queen’s Royal Yeomanry Band proceeded to play the National Anthem. Gloriana’s smile faded as it was replaced by a simple and dignified look, Prince William smiling at her, how it was her realm, her birthday yet she still managed to retain the stoic upper-lip that House Brunay-Bonbry was renowned for.
“Slope, Arms!” he commanded again, the sound of rifles rustling again and clinking of satchels, sabers and medals followed.

Half an Hour later…

Again the drummers sound a beat, the officers of the regiment marching to and fro, as the regimental commander shouted “Escort for the colour, slope arms!” followed by “Grenadiers, shoulder arms!” the following regiments of the Royal Guard follow their orders, stomping upon completion.
“Escort for the Colour, dress left!” the guards shuffled forward, before looking left to the other regiments.
“Escort for the Colour will advance by the left, Quick March!” The Major of the Regiment ordered, the Royal Yeomanry Band began beating their drums and playing the Eileanic Grenadiers as the regiment began to glide across the field, the wind ruffling their bearskin caps and feathers. Maneuvering across the dirt field quickly and in fluid, yet proper formation. Finally they stopped before the colours as the band stopped, facing the Sergeant-Major and his two escorting guards, the regimental standard snapping in the breeze.
The Major stepped forward, sabre presented as the Sergeant-Major swung the colours around, then bestowing it upon the regimental Major. He took the staff, before stepping back and facing the Queen, as did his regiment.
“Escort to the Colour, slope, arms!” he ordered, the clanking of dozens of rifles filling the air, before the Royal Yeomanry blew their trumpets, the Queen and Prince-Consort standing up again, Gloriana softly smiling as they played the first verse of the Royal Anthem.
“Escort to the Colour, shoulder arms!”

[Neo Rome Republic]

The Peoples' Issue

Today is a great day in the Intermarium. In honor of our economic prosperity, we like to honor businesses, especially State-led Enterprises for the goods and services they provide the people. And the classical dress representing the ideal of modern business and economic prosperity is the suit! The round hat as well being a classic nod to the earlier days of the business aesthetic. So every year on June 10th, Intermarians en masse wear suits, even in the midst of the hottest weather. Although as a rule its expected and bottled water is regularly sold and handed out to the citizenry. The Intermarian President had this to say on the matter: "We wear the Suits and hats in honor of the hard working entrepreneurs and CEO's whose inventive ambitions lead the day and lay the foundations for a progressive society. A Sonacist society is seen to be anti-business, but this is not true at all. We are rather against unethical and egocentric business practices. Entrepreneurs should benefit and prosper from the ideas and inventions they come up with and share with society, but, they also benefit from the society and its laws in order to be able to benefit from their ideas to begin with. The collective ideal of humanity comes first, but the individual is part of this, so, it is about serving both the collective good and the self-interest of the individual as long as its ethics are in line with the greater good. Indeed, the ideal is one, it forms a harmonious sphere of co-prosperity between the society and the individual. The CEO's, especially for the State Enterprises, who keep the heat and water running as efficiently as possible for the benefit of the whole nation. While also being given the food on their table and recognized for their efficiency by the society in turn. Even in the heat of the summer, in remembrance of the hard work and sacrifice that these people give everyday to ensure the country runs like a well oiled machine. No matter the heat they find themselves in. That is why in order to honor this co-prosperous relationship, we wear these suits, ties, and round hats in honor of this day! Happy Suit Appreciation Day. Hail Sona!"

[Neo Rome Republic]

The Peoples' Issue

Today marks the beginning of the military exercises on the Rhine near the Galaisen border. With 2000 brave Intermarian troops taking part alongside the brave Acusians forces. The exercises also took place on the same day as Suit Appreciation Day for the Intermarians, who were already festive and ecstatic about the day. Because if wearing suits on a hot summer's day doesn’t get the blood bumping, then an additional patriotic parade and exercises alongside them shall. The Intermarian military exercises and the parade in the capital alongside it was greeted by the Acusian’s and Intermarians defense ministers. The efficient Acusian Heinrich Schoeller and the Intermarians own fatherly, honest, and dedicated Alexander Lukashenko. The exercises once again were reemphasized by the Intermarian defense minister as “purely defensive” and any involvement of Intermarian troops would “strictly end at the Acusian border”. He gave a speech in front of the troops before the exercises were to begin, while wearing his finest and warmest suit and officers cap:

“The Intermarians are here strictly for our longtime allies, the Acusians, who were gracious enough to not only invite me to the exercises, but also the parade going on in addition to the exercises. A parade celebrating the brotherhood and unity of Acusians and Intermarians. Though our ideals may differ, we both stand for the same love of humanity, merely expressed in different means. And though we may disagree on those means, our ends remain similar to their core. That is why this alliance stands strong and we stand united against the potential of any threat, whether from the west, south, or god forbid, the east. Although the Intermarians will not cross the border in any operation, as our purposes are strictly peaceful. Know that if this is broken, the Intermarians will defend their western allies and brothers on Acusian soil with extreme ferocity! The enemy on this land, will be made to, at minimum, lose both of their hands. For daring to disrespect the sanctity of this land and put its great guardians in peril. I speak not only as a minister, but as a leader, as a father to my troops, and a father to my people and our brotherly allies. If the people did not want me in this position, I would resign tomorrow. But the people insist I stay, nay, they would protest tomorrow if I attempted to leave my post! That is why I remain steadfast, and honest in my duties. A reputation I am well known and reputed for. My honor and brutal honesty. All Intermarians know this. As long as I have your support, I remain Defense Minister of the Intermarium. I will tie myself to my duties for life if need be! As to best serve my motherland and your most noble ally, the Intermarium! This is why I stand by my Acusian counterpart and dear friend to the Intermarium, Acusian Defense Minister Schoeller, who himself is here to simply defend his noble people in the face of potential and any real dangers that come to pass. We honor him as a great friend, thank him for the invitation, and stand by ready to help defend this great country on his and the Acusian peoples behalf. Not as great to my heart as the Intermarium, but not so far from it either. Thank you to all great patriots and soldiers, may god bless all your steadfast endeavors. Hail Sona!”

[The Neo Russ Republic]

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17th of June, 1990 CE

>Following the death of a monarch the state Duma will continue to perform its duties for a maximum of half a year before the seats are decided upon by the new monarch to be reelected. Now that the elections have been finished and all the votes counted the new Duma will have its first gathering sometime later today.

>While most people are happy with the results, or at the very least content, some people have started to worry about the recent trends in Duma seats drifting more towards radical positions ever since the "Workplace act" was passed. The main two radical parties currently being talked about now are the National Sonacist Movement Party(NSMP) and the Nihilist Party(NP) both of which hold similar extremist political views. The NSMP's policies consist of anti-capitalism, anti-monopoly and pro-welfare, while NP stands for anti-capitalism, anti-market, anti-monarchy, anti-nationalism, pro-choice and pro-environment.

Perunists(Yellow) 69
Burists(Blue) 36
NSMP(Red) 20
Nihilists(Grey)7
Iazuk resilience party(Navy)3

Perunists(Yellow) 73
Burists(Blue) 34
NSMP(Red) 21
Nihilists(Grey)5
Iazuk resilience party(Navy)2

[Itasna]

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The General Election Draws Near

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Italy’s political scene is heating up as politicians across the nation gear up for the 1990 General Election. Offices from small town Mayors to the Presidency of Italy are up for grabs this year as the left leaning Federalisti face off with the conservative Democratici. The Federalisti have held the Presidency and Senate since 1982 and 1984, respectively, yet lost control of the Parliament to the Democratici in the 1988 Midterm Elections.

Multiple offices on a federal level are up for grabs this year, including the entirety of the Parliament, 26 seats in the Senate, and the Presidency. Incumbent President Salvatore Provenza will face off on the national stage with Giampoalo Colangelo, the leading figure of the Democratic Party. The former Senator from Emilia, President Provenza has built an unprecedented coalition, La Lega Lavoratori, including the mainstream Federalist Party, in addition to multiple minor parties, including the Italian Worker’s Socialist Party, the Green Party, and even the Communist Party. The Democrats, in contrast, have formed La Coalizione per la Democrazia in conjunction with the People’s Party and the Northern League.

Unlike President Provenza, who has collaborated in the past with left wing factions such as the communists, Mr. Colangelo has been described by many in his coalition as an “unapologetic anti-communist,” given the rhetoric his campaign has reinterred since the start of his campaign earlier this year. The Coalition for Democracy, thanks to this rhetoric, has gained traction with anti-communist factions across Italy, especially in the south. In contrast, many major urban centers in the north have seen a much closer race between the two coalitions, especially in key regions such as Milano, Firenze, Torino, and Venezia. All in all, it is still too early to make any accurate predictions regarding who will come out on top.

Page 3: 1990, an Election of a Generation

Page 6: President Provenza accused of being a “Communist Sympathizer” by key Democrat officials

Page 12: Outside the Presidency: Key Elections we’re Watching.

[Imperialtha]

The revolutionaries rise up against the corrupt Brazilian government and set up street barricades, meanwhile the Brazilian government sends out hundreds of officers in riot gear and guns to quell the protests. The government declares a temporary lockdown and that if the riots do not end soon “martial law will be declared” and the military then brought in. The revolutionaries start throwing rocks and Molotov's at the direction of the riot police, gear and guns in hand, but neither makes any major moves or takes causalities yet. Holding still before the critical moment, with looting having begun as well and some arms have been stolen from nearby businesses by some of the "so called revolutionaries". From there, the situation looks ready to escalate and the outcome remains uncertain, with the actions of the rioters and government that come next being the decider between what occurs and where the future of the country shall be headed. The rioters ready their arms and hold to cover, waiting to shoot at the riot police, while the police stand at the ready. It all remains uncertain from here. The rioters go in for a temporary barricade, while some of the leading rioters hold up inside the buildings and central hubs of the areas they have taken hold in, from there, they begin to hatch a plan to hold and even advance against “the corrupt Brazilian regime;” Their goal, to impede it, turn the tide against, and ultimately, to overthrow it. The situation is now in god's hands and the decisions that each side makes from here on out.

[Yottabota]

June 20th, 1990
Red Light District, Nairobi; Kenyan Syndicalist Republic
15:28

Sera sighed as she laid back down on the plush bedding, allowing the client to gather his belongings and bow to her as before leaving the room into the hallway. She sat up on the bed and reached for the hookah pipe on the table. It was her third client of the day, a tourist from some European country, whose kind heart wished to give her a tip for her services but that wasn't needed. Taking a long hit from the pipe, she let out the cloud of hashish smoke fill the room and leave through the vents in the ceiling; just as a woman entered the room.

"Sera? Mama Rossa wanted to speak with you." It was a coworker who worked across from her, Nina, who had a silken robe on with her hair tied in a neat bun. Sera sat up, stretching her arms out before locating her own robe and getting up.

"What now?" She groaned knowing it would probably be another instance of Rossa talking her ear off about "the worker's struggle and how we must ensure the people are blah blah blah"; the fourth time she'd hear the same speech. Looking at Nina for an answer, Nina had already vanished back into her room, retreating to the horde of giggling women back in her space. Lucky fucker, I never get the lesbians... She thought begrudgingly, putting on slippers as she shuffled through the carpeted floors of the brothel. In the late 50's the Central African Union had a major split between Catholics, Muslims and Secularists; when the topic of the legalization of sex work was on the table, in the wake of the First African Bush War. Whilst the religious sectors had said that the legalization of brothels would lead to "degeneracy" and the downfall of the Union, it has actually been a pillar of it's stability. Sex work is a vital occupation in every civilization, from the sleazy porn star, to the corner store hooker, to the ancient temples of the Sumerian where the priestess would give blessing through intercourse. The limitation of this line oi work leads to real degeneracy; the criminal underbelly that is always present in a modern nation will take advantage of the holes in society and fill them with human trafficking and the exploitation of the most vulnerable of society.

So the Central Committee under the Amon administration had made a compromise, one that would satisfy all parties: The Sex Worker's Charter. The Charter was a comprehensive list of rules and regulations regarding the legalization of sex work, from things such as where they're only allow to build brothels in major cities, to where they can zone said brothels, to the maximum amount of hours/clients a worker will be able to work for. After the charter, brothels started to pop up everywhere, the demand for working men and women exploded practically overnight and to such a volume that the government feared a shortage of workers. A propaganda campaign went full steam, showing the nobility of the sex worker to drum up more support for the occupation; there was even a national holiday dedicated to the profession (September 3rd) and as of this year there is over 1 million registered sex workers in the CAU. The 3 SW Unions (Kenyan Sex Workers Coalition, Nigerian Courtesan League, Central African Brothel Union) agreed on splitting themselves in three as to maintain closer eye on the brothels under their preview and as to not get bogged down with bureaucratic red tape. So as Sera entered the supervisor's room and saw a large poster of three women holding up the male, female and intersex gender symbols with large text that read "OUR WORK HOLDS THIS NATION TOGETHER. JOIN THE KSWC", she was not surprised. Behind a mahogany desk was an aging black woman with dark freckles dotting the bridge of her nose that hosted up a pair of thick black rimmed glasses; a pipe siting gingerly between two fingers. Her bald head shinned slightly from the light fixture as Sera approached her, hands neatly folded on her lap.

"Mama Rossa, Nina said you wished to speak with me?" Rossa took a drag from the holder and let out a puff of white smoke, it reeked of cannabis.

"Miss Sera, you've been quite popular lately, I heard you've been getting the majority of our tourist clientele." Sera nodded, taking out a notepad from the pouch on her robe. She placed the notepad on the desk and Rossa took a quick scroll through it. "Huh, man from Italy? I've heard the men from there are quite uh... Tender, as you'd say." Sera chuckled a little as Rossa put the notebook down and picked up her pipe again.

"He was definitely a charmer, could barely understand a word out of his mouth though. What is this about Mama? Am I in trouble or something?"

"Far from it, I wish to offer you a new position. The other girls love you, but our performance isn't uh... How you say... Good." She took a puff and looked outside, looking at the courtyard of the large brothel. "Our ladies aren't experts, and they could use your knowledge. I ran it by the girls and they almost uniamously agreed to this, we want to promote you to instructor." Sera's eyes widened;

"W-w-w-w-w-wait instructor?! I could never I mean I uh!..." Sera sighed and bowed her head. "I thank you Mama Rossa but I could never fill in the shoes you left." Rossa shook her head.

"You're selling yourself short, and you were always my most attentive student. If you accept you'll be able to retain your old hours but you have the option to see less clients if you so wish. Your primary task will be evaluating our girls and making sure they know what they're doing." Rossa chuckled but her face softened. "Sera I'll be honest with you, I'm getting pretty old for this, and I want to make sure that if I leave I'll leaving a worthy successor. So I implore you to take this opportunity, you may leave to think about it of course and your decision is your own, and take as much time as you need. I trust you'll make the right decision, Sera." She winked at Sera, who blushed and nodded as she made her leave. Sera returned to her room and sat down, flustered but full of new found confidence. She barely even heard the door open with a fresh faced woman entering.

"O-oh I'm sorry did I come in too early!" Her face was flushed red from embarrassment, she was clearly new to this whole experience. Sera smiled and gestured for her to join her on the bed, and the woman gingerly walked over and sat on the bed, hands nervously fidgeting. "I-I'm sorry this is... Well this is new to me. My friends and I are visiting fro-" Sera stopped her by placing a hand over her fidgeting fingers.

"Relax dearie, deep breath... My name is Sera, I'll be taking care of you tonight." Sera smiled and felt the woman's fears slowly melt away.

"I-I'm Brigette... My friends kinda uh... Dared me to come here...." Brigette covered her face and groaned. "I'm so sorry for occupying your time you must be very busy I should g-" Again, Sera stopped her just as she was about to stand up.

"Ah, a typical story... Well while you're here might as well have some fun yourself, no?" Sera smirked as she dimmed the lights slightly and let the robe slip off of her...

Central News Network
20th June 1990
19:00

"Good Evening I'm Christopher Ingolo." "And I'm Julia LeBlanc, this is Central New Network with today's headlines... The snap election declared by Prime Minister Xavier Leke has concluded, and the results are coming in as we speak. Yes it appears that the IWW's bid for overwhelming control of Parliament has been successful, the results are as follows:

The Pan African Party: 178 Seats
Workers' Union Party: 190 Seats
Industrial Workers of the World Party (Renamed from the International Workers of the World Party): 408Seats
African National Ba'ath Party (Renamed from the African National Communist Party after the ASBP was disbanded and then collaborated with the ANCP): 159 Seats
Democratic Party of Central Africa: 76 Seats
Liberty Party: 51 Seats
People's Liberation Party: 112 Seats
Parti Afrique: 106 Seats
Black Flag Party 120 Seats
Trade Union Leaders: 200 Seats (up from 150. New seats added: 10 Muslims (now 30), 5 Sex Workers (now 10), 15 Energy Sector (now 45), 5 Carpentry Sector (now 30), 15 Mining Sector (now 60)

"Earlier today, the now former Prime Minister Xavier Leke was seen leaving the Premiers' estate for the last time on the Government Plane, as the new Prime Minister, Amelia Armstrong held her inauguration at the IWW Headquarters. She will be the nation second prime minister, after the 1971 coup that deposed the former Workers' Union Party control of the government.

"Today, we assure in a brave new age in African diplomacy. I am honored to be your Prime Minister, and I thank our party's chairman for honoring me with this humbled position. I will fight for you as Xavier fought for you! Your fights will be mine! We will assure in a golden age in Africa! Hand in hand!"

"That's all we have for tonight, please stay tuned for more news and programs, from the CNN headquarters in Lagos, this has been the news. Good Evening and Good Day."

[Mes]

Annual Koskhol aviation competition 6/21/1990



The announcement of the annual Koskhol aviation competition by retired aviation pilots has led 20 teams to compete in the annual aviation competition exercises between Acuisia and the Arascid Empire.

Operating an assortment of antiquated two-occupant military aircraft from their respective countries, the teams competed for aerial dominance in a race above the Dasht e-Kavir desert. In addition, they have to perform kamikaze maneuvers against air balloons with their airplanes and potentially perform maneuvers that require them to parachute from their airplanes upside down.

Famous pilots include Johann Fuchs, Ulrich von Heisendorf, Sumoding Ong, Tomas Turbando, and most importantly Amável Pinto, decorated Luftwaffe fighter pilot in the first round of the competition.

These exercises are in commemoration of the budding relationship between Acusia and the Arascid Empire. They are intended to increase the standard of air performance in efforts to establish better air superiority over the battlefield. Good performance is necessary against all future enemies of both the Arascid Empire and Acusia.

All must be on high alert against potential democratic crusaders and identify utopian social idealists that threaten the culture and political establishment of the state religions and governments in both countries. Likewise, fat, decrepit old imperialists, particularly those with an affinity for tea and exceptionally poor dental hygiene, must be made aware of the consequences of interference.

This exercise is also intended to get rid of the morbid filth of Arascidi and Acusian society, specifically those of a four-legged nature. All the end of the day the final exercise involves live-firing airplane drills on scoundrels, strays, and other pets that are welfare leeches. If the pets did not want to be used in live-fire drills,” commented Dasama Baladen, Arascidi Air Marshal, “they should not have been begging for handouts.”

These exercises will cleanse the elites of both countries of the dirty influence of the global animal rights lobby, including such despicable organizations as PETAS, furthering the divinely ordained mandate to achieve the Greater Good.

(Disclaimer: whether anything written here
is real, is to your discretion.)

[Carah]

Clashes with Revolutionaries and Police Continue in Brasília

June 21, 1990

Mild clashes with police continue as revolutionaries shoot and throw Molotovs at nearby Police barracks and police cars, some went behind some police officers and shot them dead, some revolutionaries occupy some police barracks, turning them into bases of the revolutionaries, some revolutionaries occupy more police barracks near the area of the Brazilian government building, barricades are set up by the police barracks near the Brazilian government building. The plot by leading revolutionary Caio Álvares is nearly finished, and when finished, would be placed to order for the revolutionary forces, police forces had done a charge which had failed and killed 5 officers in the process, while 10 other officers were killed in a police barracks being captured by revolutionaries. The situation is ready to get worse in the horizon. More killings to police officers had been made and are planned for the distant future. A speech by the leader of the Social Democratic Party had been made in Rio de Janeiro regarding the rioting and revolution.

“While we accept change for Brazil from its corrupt structure, we should not have any kind of violence, we accept a change, but we need to be peaceful for this change, because violent revolution gets us only death, not change.”

Though the speech had been made, the revolutionaries were to focused on ultimately destroying Brazil’s corrupt government, while the police forces were going for a temporary retreat, the situation may be ready to escalate even more.

[Great Eilean]

The Tour

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15th June, 1990
Wesampton, United Kingdom of Great Eilean and Strathland

“Marines, Present Arms!” A Royal Marine Major commanded, sabre shouldered as the clanking of hundreds of rifles. “Royal Salute!” he commanded again as the Royal Bentleigh Limousine rolled down the wharf.
“My God, William. Would you look at the thing…” Gloriana gasped looking up at the towering steel walls of the HMS Empress of Sagaria, her flight deck barely visible from the wharf as she leaned towards the window.
“I know, isn’t it stunning?” William smiled, leaning towards her to catch a glimpse. “The Admiralty showed me the designs for it when she was still being planned, it’s phenomenal to see it finally afloat.” he said with a smirk, looking at his wife as two marines approached the car, and opening their respective doors.
The two stepped out of the car as the Royal Marines played God Save the Queen, then being approached by Sir Alfred Carrington, veteran of the Sagarian War, and now Commander of the HMS Empress of Sagaria stepped forward, and bowed to his sovereign.
“Your Majesty, the crew and I are most honoured to have you aboard the ship, and we are prepared for the tour. The Lord-Chamberlain left an hour or so ago after inspecting your quarters and was impressed with what we pulled together for you.” Sir Carrington smiled at the Queen and Duke of Elginsburg, to receive one back from Gloriana.
“We are most honoured to come aboard one of the finest vessels in our fleet, and excited to see the globe aboard her. she said, looking over to her husband who was simply staring up in awe at the Empress, stunned by the sheer progress of shipbuilding since he was the captain aboard the HMS Chanticleer.
The Queen looked towards the Royal Marines, and beyond them the huddled masses of loyal subjects, proud Ellanmen who were nothing but happy to see their Sovereign off. She did her signature hand wave to the masses as Carrington led the Royals aboard the HMS Empress of Sagaria.

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“Drop the mooring lines!”

The sailors cast off the mooring lines, as the horn of the HMS Empress of Sagaria blared off, the masses on the wharf waving off as the Royal Marine band played Rule Elannia. Gloriana stood at the bridge, with William beside her, both waving happily as the Union Jack was lowered from the flagstaff above, and in its place was raised the Royal Standard, followed by the Commonwealth signature, much the same as the Union Jack, though with GRII beneath the Crown.
Once again the horns of the Empress sound off, as the vast aircraft carrier set sailed, powered by the latest fission reactors, her signal flags reading “God save the Queen!” as she left Wesampton harbour.

[Ismeil]

99 Midnights.

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28th of Zilkade, 1410
^{21st of June, 1990}

The Kasaba, Grand Assembly of Ismeil. Grand Vizier's Office.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. A sound so familiar yet so soothing. Constantly and rhythmically playing. Supressing the sound of splintering wood, the soft sound of the cold breeze of the midnight desert. It was a peaceful night in a not so peaceful world, a calm for a hectic life for the one that sat upon the black seat. Overlooking İzfakız, one could spend an entire day staring at the smooth waves of the Mediterrenean. The soft sand of the Sahara Desert. Of course, the Quarter Moon had already reached its peak, even still it lit the dark room enough that a shadow cast on the door.

It were at these few solemn moments that the Grand Vizier could clear his mind. The nearly 50 year old man overlooking the ancient african city from this Castle Complex. It was also in these moments he could confide his thoughts on any subject, any topic. For a special guest always seemed nearby to hear what he had to say. A close friend which had accompanied his career from start to finish. Ever since that time in İskenderiye. Swiveled away from his desk, stacks of papers and documents behind him, tapping a pen while he looked beyond the shoreline. As he's about to get up, he hears the door open...

"You're late." İskander didn't even bother to turn, why should he, an assassin targetting small fish like him? He had no personal enemies for that. There was only a single person that would visit him so late at night. Yet these meetings were always a bit of relief for him. A time he could talk without anything holding him back, not norms, not customs, not even publicity.

"Speak for yourself then, Mr. Grand Vizier." A close friend and confidant indeed, walking into the room wearing a coat typical of nightwatchmen of a century past. If it were anywhere else someone might mistake him for a dealer of some sort. But no, this was his usual unusual attire. A collector of many outfits and costumes. About as many as the masks that İskander hid himself behind in the many public gatherings and meetings. But here he is, unsmasked before his friend, ready divulge he thoughts at a whim.

"Azad, you understand how it is, we can't always be sensible with our meeting hours." He was right, this would be the perfect moment for anyone to spy on Ismeil's highest ranking official. Be it to get dirt on him or for other more treacherous purposes. "How has life been treating you old friend?"

"About as well as ever. Family is well too if you you're gonna ask that." Azad took a seat before the hardwood desk, placing both his legs onto it. He was an average guy compared to İskander, a family man with a working job from an average income family. Here was though, infront of the second most powerful man in the country in the middle of the night.

"Good, good. This kind of casual talk should be more common between us." İskander smiled though it was faint, like he restrained himself. "Let's not waste time, we both want a good night sleep after this." The smile faded as quickly as it appeared, his expression becoming more serious as the Vizier turned toward Azad, there was no doubt, he was about to divulge secrets which he would not entrust with anyone but his old colleague, no one else.

Azad sat upright as İskander turned, he also had briefly grinned, but it soon gave way to a serious inexpressive mug. "So what's been keeping you up at night, Kara?" Straight to the point, they've been delaying too long. But the cold air started sitting in, the quiet taking a hold as they looked upon each other for that brief moment. It was an important ritual between them, a moment of silence before they begin heir conversation along the night...

To be continued....