CAS Canon RP IC (CAS Region Only)

by **Itasna** » Sun Jan 10, 2021 8:47 am

Carabinieri Deployed to Palermo to keep the Peace

Palermo was rocked yesterday as first responders uncovered a brutal scene at La Sala Del Popolo in the downtown section of the city. La Sala Del Popolo, which had once served as the headquarters for the local Sicilian Communist Party, was reduced to smoldering ruins last night in the wake of an interrupted communist party meeting. Palermo’s Police and carabinieri had first arrived on scene around midnight last night with firefighters, as the firefighters struggled to put out the blazes that had engulfed the building. The fires were finally put out at around 4 AM, after which police and emergency medical services could begin unearthing the horrors that were buried in the charred rubble. Though clean up efforts are still underway, police have unearthed a staggering 48 bodies, after only clearing out part of the rubble. Palermo’s first responders estimate that the total body count could climb past one hundred once clean up operations end later this week. Among those that were recovered include Leonardo Grieco, Deputy Secretary of the Communist Party, and Armando Del Russo, General Secretary of the Party and the communist nominee for the Premier of Sicilia.

Angela Gianni, Chief of the Palermo Police Department, issued a statement on the incident, outlining the department’s belief that the massacre was the work of the mafia, due to the brutal nature of the killings and the destruction of tangible evidence. The mafia and the communists have feuded over control of the island since the 1940s, as the communists sought to wrestle control of the island from the iron grip of the mafia, and the mafiosi viewing the communists as one of the most significant threats to their operations on the island. Much to their dismay, the communists have made progress on the island and in Italy as a whole, as the communist party was officially included in the center-left wing coalition that gained control of Roma during the 1986 General Elections. The communists and their allies in Roma have since pushed policies to check the mafia’s increasing power on the island, with several communist officials labelling the mafiosi as “enemies of the revolution.” The heightened aggression has also boiled into physical confrontations, as goons from both sides have been reported to participated in beat downs, stabbings, and even shootings as both sides grow increasingly belligerent

As the feud between communist and mafioso spirals out of control, Sicilia’s Polizia del Stato have been mobilized to the capital in an attempt to thwart any further escalation. Local law enforcement will continue to investigate the killings, despite the foregone public opinion that the perpetrators swear allegiance to Sicilia’s criminal underworld. However, the Federal Government has expressed interest in the case, with the Justice Department putting pressure on Palermo to hand jurisdiction of the case over to federal law enforcement. Palermo has not commented on this pressure as of now, but if the case were to develop in the manner as Roma wishes it to develop, what was once a local issue will boil over into a national spectacle. And, as the 1990 General Election draws closer and closer, there is no doubt that such issues will rear their ugly heads once more in October. While the City of Palermo, the State of Sicilia, and the Federal Government butt heads over case jurisdiction, the now decapitated communist party in Sicilia will be forced to scramble to place candidates on the ballot before October. However, the now critically wounded beast may now suffer permanently from the sudden and abrupt destruction of the party’s leadership.

Page 3: Carabinieri to be sent to Palermo in greater numbers.

Page 8: Mafia Boss denies Killings

Page 9: Crates of Ammunition discovered in Palermo Ruins

by **Galasie** » Sun Jan 10, 2021 10:09 am

August 22, 1990
Veraveux, Galasie

Prime Minister Blanquer met with his cabinet and other senior government officials. They had a number of concerns on their plate, the biggest was the current Brazil crisis. Galasie was hesitant to commit even their professional soldiers to such wars, the more so since the previous government had disbanded the 11th Parachute Division.

It had left the government to choose between the Marine Division and Foreigin Legion, the blue or the white. There had been tense discussion between allies on what unit was better suited for the mission.

The Marines were the original Galasian foreign troops, having seen service in every Galasian colony across the world. They served as a rapid reaction force, deploying around the world to fight threats to Galasie. After the end of the Galasian Colonial Empire, the Marines became an elite professional unit in the Galasian Armed Forces. They were highly regarded by the Galasian public as an elite force with a high success rate. This helped them not only survive the Republican downsizing, but absorbed a large portion of the former 11th Division. However, at times like this, that reputation did work against them. They would be closely watched by the Galasian media while deployed, anything that happened to them or that they did would be reported to the public and potentially blamed on the government/

The Legion was made up of non-Galasian nationals who were serving in the military in exchange for Galasian citizenship. It was a creation of Cazalet to give foreign nationals a pathway to Galasian citizenship while also creating expendable soldiers for colonies. It had originally been composed primarily of Acuisian and Sallish soldiers from former sister-republics of Galasie that fell. After Sallande was reunited with Galasie, Acuisiains and other Eastern Europeans became common members. It was seen by many as a reactionary element within the army because of the views of the general culture of the unit as lone heroes marching to bring order and civilizations to the outskirts of the world.

They also had a reputation for excessive violence that almost saw the unit disbanded in the aftermath of the last war. However, the unique nature of the unit saved it from certain doom, as it had many times in the past. Simply put, it was a convenient place to put foreigners and it was an expendable unit, the public rarely showed the same outrage for Legion casualties as it did for other units. It was these characteristics that made the government select them for the mission. It was decided the Legion would be Galasie’s commitment to Brazil and that it’s commander Général de division Phillipe Lorge would be temporarily given the rank général de corps d'armée as Commander of the “Corps latin”. Approval of the other members was required, but the government did not think it would be difficult to approve.

“It is a good thing we kept the Legion around.” Defense Minister Henri Aliette said.

“They have their uses.” Interior Minister Félix Saussier agreed, “but it raises the question of if we have the support for it?”

He directed the question toward two people in particular, Republcian Assembly President Joseph Calmat and Environmental Minister Rémy Le Goff. The former was the leader of the Republican Party in the National Assembly. Calmat kept the troops in line and made sure votes for legislation could be secured. Because the Ecological Party numbered less than forty, Le Goff served as both a Minister and floor leader of the party.

Calmat slowly nodded at the question, “I believe I can convince most of ours to vote for it. With most of our far-left element gone, even these more controversial votes are easier to get through. We may have to let a few in more left districts vote against, but it should only be a handful.”

Le Goff on the other hand, shook his head. “I am sorry, but we cannot. The Ecological Party still has an anti-war stance and if we voted for this, even for a good cause, it would cost us a lot of seats next year.”

“Understandable and to be expected.” Prime Minister Henri Blanquer, the leader and namesake of the Cabinet said. “Calmat, what are the chances of getting the Moderates or National Alliance to vote in favor of the motion?”

“Maybe,” Calmat said after a pause. “It is hard to predict, because of how long it has been since we had this type of vote. The National Alliance will probably support the motion. But, it would be to our benefit to have the Moderate Group vote in favor of it. Otherwise, if this goes poorly, they can portray us as the new National Alliance and themselves as the new us.”

“What do you suggest?”

“Well, the Moderates have been pushing for more financial support to business and loosening of financial regulations. I believe I sent Calle their latest draft for him to review.”

Economy Minister Jean-Luc Calle nodded, “you did and I did.”

“Can we meet their demands?” Blanquer asked.

“Not easily, we can shift enough around to meet most of their demand, but we would likely have to take some money out of our Education and Sustainability Inativie to cover the rest.” Calle said.

Le Goff was about to object, but Blanquer responded first. “What if we offer to allocate some of the education budget into the Moderate proposal and then combine it with the legislation allowing the Legion to be deployed to Brazil. While also allowing the Ecological Party to vote against the entire thing. It preserves their position while allowing us to pass the motion.”

“I suppose that would work, but we will have to get something else later, publicly, to justify continuing our combined government.” Le Goff said.

“We will let it stew for a while and then invest in infrastructure next year to assist in the creation of more renewable energy. And if you gain any seats in the next election, we will offer you one more cabinet position.” Blanquer said.

That last line earned some attention from several of the Republican ministers who looked around to see how likely they were to lose their seat or resign. A few junior members were eyeing more senior members, looking to seize one of the coveted spots: Economy, Interior, Defense, Foreign Affairs.

Le Goff considered the proposal, it would increase their number of seats from two to three and give them a fair share of bargaining power, assuming the coalition held.

“Very well.” Le Goff agreed.

“Calmat?” Blanquer asked.

“I will speak to the Moderate Group’s leadership and see if they are interested.” Calmat said.

“Very well, thank you and see you again next week.”

by **Hugoslava** » Sun Jan 10, 2021 1:55 pm

August 23rd, 1990

Bangkok stood rather peacefully as the sun shined down upon it. Yet, within government halls, there is never a sense of sunshine in the realm of politics domestic and more especially foreign. The collective shadows of the Communist driven nations to the Kingdom's East and North looming over them everyday. Could Thailand be next? It was difficult to say. A continent over-both to the east and to the west-Communists marched. It was difficult for Prime Minister Amarin Somporn to not feel more concerned of what influences may creep into his nation. South Africa was 'liberated' by the CAU while Brazil was engulfed with leftist insurgents and the Communist Gran Colombian forces. While a ceasefire is called Brazil, wind taken out of their sails, Somporn couldn't shake the concern within him. "You're far too worrisome, Somporn." The Foreign Minister, Li Kukrit, adjusted his tie as he approached his superior. Kukrit was a young rising political star within the New Thai Party. Some, likened him to being the long-term successor of Somporn as Prime MInister. Too young to understand what you could having watched much of the 20th Century unfold, as the Prime Minister did.

"Easy for someone like yourself to say. We cannot know for sure what they are planning, what goes on behind closed doors."

"The Communists would not dare touch us with a ten-meter pole. We have the exemplary relations and partnerships with the free nations of the world to thank for that. The truly liberated."

"It is easier said than realized. The Union on occasion toys with us nonetheless. The free nations of the world have no commitment to protecting and ensuring our freedom. It is one thing to aid us and aid them in their deterrence efforts. Another entirely to defend us. Bullets are cheap, men are expensive."

For decades the Kingdom flirted with the west and over time adopted its governing style, taking note from the Eileans. As Communism grew, so were the interests of both to keep it away from the Southeast and the Malay peninsula. The partnerships ought to amount to something many believed, much like the Foreign Minister believed and proclaimed-rather often. The Prime Minister's commentary reeked with cynicism in the eyes of Li Kukrit. But he was not the only one with this view. Across party lines there was overwhelming agreement among those who were more experienced and had been in the realm of Thai politics. And with the chaos spreading throughout two continents, it was hard to persuade them otherwise - their calls were as loud as ever behind closed doors.

"A rather dim view, sir. I assure you, if this relationship were considered meaningless, then we will know. With permission, I could push for joining the League of Free Nations. We will be welcome with open arms."

Thailand petitions the League of Free Nations for membership

by **Of Zanganda and Zuno** » Mon Jan 11, 2021 12:17 pm

August 25th 1990

Hello Norsia and welcome to Norsian News network (NNN)

Last month you all casted your ballots in the national elections, the election results have come in, Steven Zweigvig will remain in power as the social liberals retain the majority in parliament with 56% of the seats, the social conservatives lead by Erwin Gvaejig aquire 32% of the seats, the Red workers party has had an increase in popularity and they now hold 8% of all seats in parliament, the National Norsian party 2%, The Revolutionary party 1% and the nationalist socialists 1%. so the status quo will be retained for at least another 5 years Norsia.

One of Steven Zweigvig's first acts after having his party re-elected was to meet with the leaders of Greenland in the ancient city of Vik, and sign a non-aggression pact between the Republic of Norsia and the State of Greenland, in a quote from our dear chancellor himself.
"This is the start of a new future For Norsia, one where it shall grow closer to the Norsians outside its own borders, The Nation of Greenland speaks our language and has our heritage in its borders, to us whether they be from Greenland or as we call it Eikland, or vikland, Surmu, or anyone who speaks a Norsian tongue, we treat them as equals, they are our brethren, we shall treat them as such, to all Greenlanders, you are welcomed within our borders at any time."

well thats it for our program today so until next time Norsia, farewell!

by **Galasie** » Mon Jan 11, 2021 4:11 pm

August 29, 1990
The Free Nations Council Building
New Cuir City, United States of Amalia

The Free Nations Council was the political decision making body of the League of Free Nations. Each member of the League had a Permanent Representative attached to the meeting to consider and vote on important League matters. It was chaired by a Secretary General who acted as a first among equals. The current Secretary General was [Samuel Richards?] of Hocain. It met informally every Tuesday and formally every Wednesday.

The Galasian Permanent Representative, Guillaume Mende, motioned to be recognized. “I think the first matter of business is the request made by the Kingdom of Thailand to join the League. Based on our discussions yesterday, it seems that we have all contacted our governments and they are neutral to favorable to the positions. Therefore, I second Thailand’s motion and move we open the floor to brief debate before putting it to a vote.”

Richards nodded, “I will now open the floor for debate on Representative Mende’s motion.”

The Italian Representative, Teresa Rivabianchi, motioned to be recognized. ”Italy will back the notion to admit Thailand into the League of Free Nations. The admittance of Thailand into the League will strengthen the League’s position in Asia. Furthermore, Thailand’s presence in the League will bolster the League’s influence on the global stage as a whole.”

The Tarazedian Representative, Russel Chaplean, nodded in quick agreement as he rose to speak after Teresa had concluded her point, “I concur with the assessment reached by Representative Rivabianchi, the League’s power in Asia would be fundamentally strengthened by the addition of Thailand. And would allow us to project a more convincing sphere of power - particularly with respect to the developing negotiations regarding Indonesia.”

Walker the Amalian Representative nodded in agreement with the two last statements “Amalia stands by Italy in bringing Thailand into the LFN. This will be a show to the world that the LFN is strong and willing to assist in bringing all nations into freedom and democracy. Very much so given the events that have happened over the past year.”

A few more points were raised before a silence fell upon the meeting room. Richards looked around the table to see if any member had anything else to add, seeing none, he spoke. “It appears that the debate is finished, do we have a motion to put this to a vote?”

Mende raised his hand, “I motion we put it to a vote.”

“Any seconds?” Richards asked.

Several voices seconded.

“Then we move to voting.” Most members voted in favor, a few abstained, none voted against.

As of August 29, 1990, The Kingdom of Thailand was officially a member of the League of Free Nations. An official dispatch was written to the Thai embassy and a press statement would be released later that evening. A signing of the official charter would be arranged soon.

Foreign Minister Li Kukrit smiled proudly, representing the Kingdom of Thailand in the signing of the charter in front of the flashing cameras of the local and international press. This was an achievement in his book and at last his efforts came to produce the desired results. “This is a day that will live on in the history of our free kingdom , and the beginning of an alliance that will ensure the freedom of Thai and other peoples within the region.” he proclaimed, as he dotted his i’s before standing up and shaking hands with LFN representatives. There was no mistake that the ruling government in Bangkok was committed to the principles of freedom and democracy.

Thailand is officially a member of the LFN

by **Yottabota** » Tue Jan 12, 2021 3:42 pm

IWEC Headquarters, Kropotkina, CAU
Time: 1505
Date: 09/01/1990

Joseph looked at the newspaper in slight annoyance, “Communist Deaths at the Hand Of Mafia Increase As War Between Mafia and Communists Continues to Escalate in the Italian Republic.” How convenient… he thought to himself, folding the paper away as his black car pulled up to the front steps of the IWEC HQ, not far from Parliament. Clements placed the paper in his briefcase and left the car, giving the driver his regards as he did so whilst walking up the marble steps of the building. In air of Kropotkina was alive with the sound of construction, but slightly stale with the smell of burning diesel and concrete as buildings were torn down and promptly rebuilt. He looked around, noticing the dozens of towering cranes with high rise buildings formed around them, soon this city will look as the west does; a towering metropolis, brimming with it’s own unique flavor of aesthetic. No longer would the skyline be uniform with grey concrete, but bloated with glass towers.

Amelia Armstrong was foreign born, everyone knew this, and her sympathies lied greatly with the west, hence why she has been on a PR campaign globally. In her words, it was to mend the divides between capitalists and communists, and while Clements appreciated the sentiments as well as the position to such a vital role in government, he felt that it was betraying the spirit of the revolution. She felt it necessary for the revolution to end, and for the Union to focus internally on it’s image rather than the immediate liberation of workers abroad. “We need to make it so that they can’t afford to hate us, once we win their hearts and minds, their wallets will come soon as well.” Her words echoed in his head as he moved through the crowded halls of the IWEC, walking past the marble bust of Henry Amon, Aurelia Courtet and a newly constructed one of Xavier Leke. He stopped at the security checkpoint, armed by four men with a fifth sitting behind a wall of monitors. Xavier placed his briefcase on the X-Ray device while they ran a metal detector over his body. The detector fell silent and they checked his ID before allowing him further into the innermost chambers of the IWEC. He smiled and waved as he saw delegates from other countries, shaking the hands of a few of them as he made his way into the conference hall.

Entering the conference hall, he was early, for once, and the IWEC’s Main Conference hall was empty except for him and a few stray cups of water. His paranoia got the better of him, and he quickly went to each cup and tossed them into the trash before using the room’s phone to request more. He sighed and sat at the head of the table, the head of the world’s forefront of socialist economics, industry and worker’s rights. An aide came inside the room with a jug of water and new cups, placing them on the table and serving out clear water into the cups. Joseph placed his briefcase on the table, feeling the grey’d leather of the case on his fingers as he unlocked it and placed documents on the table. Another step in the right direction for South Africa, so close yet so far. A soft smile found its place on his lips, which quickly vanished as the other delegates arrived.

“Comrades! Glad you all could make it.” He raised his glass of water and took a sip from it.
“We basically live here,” Carolyn joked, “It would look bad for us workers if we slacked off on helping workers around the world.”

“I am keen to agree, it appears that we have been having these meetings more and more often.” Joseph chuckled, readjusting his papers as he scanned over them. “So this meeting will be about opening a free trade agreement with South Africa, a long time coming if you ask me, but more importantly we welcome a comrade to the table.” Gesturing to the representative from Jiangshan.”

The representative from Jiangshan, Bao Chen, says “Comrades, Jiangshan is looking to joining IWEC, we believe this customs union will bring prosperity to Jiangshan by reducing the trade barriers between us socialist nations and also unity between us socialist nations”

“Agreed,” Carolyn Gold replied, “While this addition has caused some debate in the Labour Council, I think we all here agree with Jiangshan being added to the International Worker’s Economic Council.”

“We agree as well” replied Pablo Escobar while taking off his sunglasses. “Jiangshan will be a good addition to the revolution. The workers will be delighted” he then took a sip from his coffee.

“The introduction of Jiangshan to our economic forum will be a vital one to our cause. As Thailand has joined the league of capitalists, our Jiangshan allies are a welcomed addition to shift the balance in our favor yet again.” He sips from his glass of water and smiles, “as President of the IWEC, I welcome Jiangshan as our fourth signatory… And now we may begin our session of trade negotiations, our topic of today, as stated before, will be with the South African Socilaist Republic. The CAU has agreed to send 10 units of aluminum.”

“Yes and the People’s Confederacy will be sending 20 units of oil,” Carolyn replied before remarking, “Oil of all sorts is greatly needed for SASR to properly recover from decades of mistreatment. Yet I can hear the capitalists yell about global warming from here.”

“We will send 7 units of oil as well” replied Escobar

JIANGSHEN JOINS THE INTERNATIONAL WORKERS ECONOMIC COUNCIL
KROPOTKINA TIMES

Today President of the IWEC, Joseph Clements, introduced Jiangshen into the IWEC. This comes after years of coaxing the Red Dragon of the East to join said Council, which has shown reluctance to join, but as the world grows increasingly more and more hostile to communists, socialists and syndicalists alike, they have seen the value of communal economic strength. More on page 3…

by **Yottabota** » Wed Jan 13, 2021 3:17 pm

In the 1920’s, after the formation of the Central African Union, a treaty was made between the 50 tribes of the Union and the Central Government. The treaty was simple: Tribal governments would be treated as autonomous zones, and can apply for Government loans or aid. If a tribe wished to modernize, the majority of the tribe would have to agree, which would then begin the process of turning the village into an official town with all the benefits that would entail. As of 1985, according to the Ministry of the Interior, the Bureau of Land Management and the Commission of Tribal Affairs (CTA), 35 of the 50 initial tribes have modernized, with 10 that are currently undergoing some form of modernization. The issue of what happens to the conflicting cultures, identities and philosophies is an ongoing one, but a solution the CAU has implemented is the use of social workers that deescalate tensions and provide compromises between tribes.

Lubumbashi, Congo Syndicalist Republic
10:20 am

Max Joi woke up in his apartment, buzzed by the incessant sound of construction. He laid in bed, fighting at the gnawing urge to allow his eyes to close to recover a few choice seconds of sleep but that idea was dashed as his pager rang from his nightside table. He laments these moments, the twilight of awake and asleep where the only thing stopping him from committing to the later was obligations. He groaned, rubbing the sand from his eyes as he reached over to his pager and checked it.

MEETING WITH… MADAGASCAR… REP… 4PM.... DO NOT BE LATE…

The groan grew louder as he got out of bed, being careful to not knock over his sleeping cat, taking a brief shower before allowing himself the luxury of breakfast. His small apartment was mostly bare, since most of the time he was barely home and mostly used this place to sleep and recharge, so his kitchen was in a sorry state to say the least. He reached into the fridge to get the glass jug of milk, however stopping once he noticed the small flecks of lining the sides of the container. Max grabbed the jug anyways, disposing of the milk and placing the carton on a tray that would go outside with the other containers. He settled with just getting something at the station instead, and so he got dressed in his usual work attire, polishing off his boots and fastening an armband onto his left arm. The armband bore the symbol of the CTA, specifically the Souther Department that mostly dealt with the remnants of the Kongo Kingdom, the Zimbabwe Empire, the Lundu and Luba State, and the entirety of Madagascar’s tango. Leaving out some food and water for his cat, he locked the door to his apartment and made his way down to the lobby. Behind the counter sat an elderly woman, long past the age of retirement, but nonetheless loyal to her post. In her hands was a blanket she was sewing together, and on the counter was a radio playing some music from the Confederacy.

“Morning Rita, the morning been good to you, I hope?” He let on a soft smile as he approached the counter, allowing the 70 year old to get a better look at him and chuckle to herself.

“Just sticking to my spot as usual dearie, I’ve been fixing this blanket for my granddaughter y’know.” She held up the grey and blue blanket, allowing him to better admire the complex stitching of the entire thing. It felt less suited for an infant but more for a grown adult, but I suppose that’s the point. Max thought to himself.

“Well they’re a lucky one to have you as their grandmother. I’ll be leaving for about a week for work again, would you be okay looking after Simba for me?” Rita nodded, extending her hand as Max placed his house key in them.

“I’ll make sure not to spoil him like last time, haha.” Max laughed back as well, this was the small moments he enjoyed, it was partially why he became a social worker in the first place. As he left the apartment complex, he was assaulted by the harsh sunlight as the state faced it’s weeklong dry spell. He reached into his shirt pocket to grab a pair of sunglasses, affixing them on his face as he flagged down a bus that would take him to the station. He showed his ID to the driver who simply waved him through, finding a seat towards the rear exit and before taking out his briefcase to examine the documents inside. Inside was a brief overview of his work for the next week, primarily dealing with an ongoing conflict between four groups in Madagascar.

Madagascar was an interesting case, one that was far more complex than anything on the mainland. The island is bisected into effectively two separate territories but falls under a single banner in terms of national politics and discussion; inside it’s borders however the nation was governed by a council composed of a Jewish population and a native population. The Jews came to the CAU sometime in the 60’s, after the passing of Henry Amon, after a slight surge in anti-semetic activity internationally brought them here. In an attempt to avoid more persecution by both Muslim and Christians alike, the central government made an agreement with the tribal governments of Madagascar to allow the Jewish population to have a zone in the North to call their home. This agreement worked for quite a while without much of a hitch in either direction, only now, however were some cracks starting to form. The main issue lies in the modernization of the Merina people, an ethnic group belonging to the broader Malagasy ethnicity. The Malagasy are an interesting people, an anomaly from most of Africa, as they are not purely of African descent and share a good amount of East Asian ancestry. While mostly living in diaspora, Madagascar has been declared their homeland, and as such take great reverence when discussing it. This is in stark contrast to the Jewish population which still remains in diaspora but now call Madagascar their home. With the modernization of the Merina tribes, surrounding tribes have begun to worry if this will lead to the atomization of the Malagasy culture, and as such it has brought the Jewish population into scrutiny, with many natives blaming them for the push for modernization. With the three factions now established (the Jews to the North, the Tribes in the South and a modernization Merina in the middle) it now laid on Max to find some sort of compromise between the three. A few hours passed, and as the sun now reached its peak in the sky, Max sat on the top deck of a ferry along the Strait of Madagascar; His bald head baking in the ocean heat as he frantically fanned himself to stay cool, with an attendant on the boat handing him a bottle of water, which he happily accepted and drank in one sitting. This was the worst part of his job, the heat and the traveling. It would be another hour before they arrived at the port, and then another 2 for him to take a long car ride into the area..

“Boy you look like shit don’t yah Maxey!” He heard a chipper famine voice call out to him as he shuffled miserably out of the boat and onto the pier. He looked around and saw the light skinned woman with a similar uniform to him waving out from the sun roof of the utility vehicle. He sighed and covered his head with his case to avoid further assault from the sun as me made his way to the car.

“Francine, always a pleasure…” She smirked and got back into the driver’s seat. “Central didn’t tell me we would be working together as well, I’m surprised.” He got into the passenger’s seat and languished in the glacial air being pumped out of the air conditioners.

“Well they thought having a Jew and a Native working together to solve… Well an issue with the Jews and the Natives would be a good idea, so here I am!” She huffed, putting the car in gear before sending them both off down the street. Toamasina, an important port city of Madagascar, was bustling with life as per usual. This was a main port that was used for Asian and Pacific trade, mainly with Jiangshen and the Socialist Union of South East Asia, but it was also a cultural hub and a tourist gateway into the CAU. The street was alive with vendors selling Magalasy food, clothing and jewelry, but it was also mixed in with food from the Far East. They stopped briefly to grab some Banh Xeo (Vietnamese pork and shrimp pancakes) and Zebu (Magalasy Beef Skewers) which they ate as they drove and discussed what needed to be done.

“So… How do you propose we handle this? I feel like one wrong move and the island lights up in flames.” he joked but deep inside he knew it had some level of truth. The relationship was rocky from the start, but as soon as finger pointing begins all bets are off.

“Well… It’s easy to get the moderates on our side, it’s the orthodox on both sides that I’m more worried about…” Francine said in between bites of her skewer. “The ol’Orthodox Rabbi is kinda a fanatic for this kind of shit, and the chieftains of the Bara tribes are basically threatening to hang him by his organs if he keeps persisting.” Max chuckled at the grim remark.

“Yikes, what exactly caused all this?”

“Honestly it’s a lot of hearsay: According to the Bara, the Merina only chose to modernize after Zionists visited them and coerced them into it.”

“Sounds… a bit-”

“Anti-sematic? Yeeaaaah.” She huffed, rubbing her eyes as she placed the skewer in a small plastic bag by Max’s side. “The moderate Jews want nothing to do with this and are adamantly opposed to what Rabbi Palatnik is doing. The orthodox is who we really need to find some ground with, because at this rate what’s happening on the mainland with the Muslims might happen here as well… And of course the Merina, the people who started all this unintentionally, basically have no say in the conflict.”

“What about the Malagasy People’s Council? Have they no say in what’s going on with Merina?” The Malagasy People’s Council (MPC) is the modernized tribal government that deals with the internal affairs and governance of Madagascar’s Malagasy population within the Modernized Zones. Toamasina, for example, is not under the rule of the Jewish Council (JC) nor the Joint Tribal Councils (JTC), but the MPC.

“That’s who we’re going to first…”

by **Galasie** » Wed Jan 13, 2021 9:54 pm

September 3, 1990
Veraveux, Galasie

"Last night, National Assembly Delegate and leader of the Moderate Group, Raymond Jourdain died of a heart attack. Despite efforts by his longtime mistress, Ms. Alice Mounier, to keep him alive, Delegate Jourdain was pronounced dead by the time emergency services arrived on the scene. He is survived by his wife, four children and six grandchildren. He was sixty-six years old. Prime Minister Blanquer, along with the leaders of all major parties expressed condolences throughout the day. As have many members of Mr. Jourdain's own party.

"Mr. Jourdain had been a delegate for almost forty years. He was first elected to the Assembly in 1951 as a delegate from Orlais for the National Reform League (LRN) as part of the 1951 election that swept the Republican Party out of power. Mr. Jourdain became leader of the Liberal Reform Party(PRL) when the LRN merged with the Liberal Party in 1974. Mr. Jourdain served in several ministerial position, he is post known for having twice served as Foreign Affairs Minister, once from June 1977 to July 1977 and again from August 1979 to October 1981, both under Prime Minister Jules Raynal.

"An early support of the war in Southeast Asia, Mr. Jourdain increasingly became opposed to the war as it dragged on. He allegedly resigned from his first stint as Foreign Minister when the full extent of the war was revealed to him. All that is known is that all of the PRL ministers resigned and subsequently withdrew from the coalition government with the National Alliance. He returned to the position in August 1979 to guide Galasian peace talks to end the war.

"After the Novemeber 1981 election returned a strong Republican majority, Mr. Jourdain was a major force in the union of various moderate and liberal parties into the Moderate Group, which he became leader of. He was also briefly considered as a coalition partner for the Republicans after the 1986 election. He and his party were seen as very strong contenders for the upcoming 1991 elections. With his passing, everyone is looking to see who will become the new leader of the Groupe and become de facto Opposition Leader.

"Likely contenders include both of the vice presidents of the party, Ève Charpentier, former National Alliance member and one time Higher Education and Science Minister who represents the right faction of the party and Jérémy Fabron, former leader of the Union for Progress (UPP) which merged with the Moderate Group in 1982 and represents the liberal faction of the party. Sources from within the parry also point to businessman Gaspard Janvier, a long time support of the Moderates, Janvier first made headlines in a serious of articles attacking the Blanquer government's finacial policies and took credit for the recent changes to financial regulation that are making their way through the Senate. Other sources point to Cédric Delacroix, the thirty-five years old Mayor of Istres who first took office in 1987 as also allegedly seeking support for a bid. The young mayor won election on a platform of change and progress that would make him stand out among the field of older candidates.

"Campaigning in expected to start soon and a potential first round of votes is expected as early as next month. Senior party leaders are eager to have a new leader ready and up to speed as soon as possible with elections being less than a year away. As always, G1 will keep you informed on developments as they occur."

by **The Neo Russ Republic** » Thu Jan 14, 2021 4:24 am

1st of September, 1990 CE

>The expedition vessel has finally arrived on the island of Guam where the crew will take a short rest to relax before they will start their decent into the depths of the Mariana trench. The expedition leader, Marina Kolokova, gathers the crew after their rest and gives them a short brief about their course after which they begin to embark onto the submarine which has been already lowered onto the water from the expeditionary vessel. Once the team finishes their boarding they close the hatch and start their descent into the murky below.

>As the submarine slowly begins to descend the light outside starts to become gradually darker with every meter that it takes until eventually the light completely disappears leaving the submarine with its lamps alone in the deep, cold and dark abyss. On its way to the bottom the crew sees many wonderful creatures, from coconut crab to the gulper eel and mantis shrimp to giant octopus. Eventually, as it reaches the very bottom, the light from the submarine starts to illuminate the darkness of the seabed. The sub takes a bit to find and measure the deepest place, but once it's done the measurements come out to around 10,950 metres after which a pair of manipulators comes out and places the expedition flag near the spot and takes a few pictures. The arms retract back in and the sub begins its ascent back to the top.

Picture of the expedition flag at the bottom of the Mariana trench

by **Scotatrova** » Fri Jan 15, 2021 5:07 am

Hernandez and Huerta Head to Second Round, September 4th, 1990

With the polls closing just over six hours ago, it has been projected that Francisco Hernandez of the Liberal Party and Aaron Huerta of the Social Democratic Party are the top two candidates in the first round, meaning that both qualify for the second round. The map below shows which state each candidate won, being the only two candidates to win, with the Conservative Party failing to carry any state. The states marked in green were carried by Huerta, and they are: Catalonia, Murcia, Valencia, Granada, Andalusia, Caceres, Aragon and the Canary Islands. The states marked in blue were won by Hernandez: Castile, Vasconia, Asturias, Galicia, Estremadura, Alentejo, the Azores and the Balearic Islands. Hernandez held a slight lead against Huerta in the first round, with a margin of just 600,000 votes. The second round is expected to be close as well, with the two left leaning parties pitted against each other instead of the traditional left vs right second round. This is also the first time since the 1950s in which the Conservative Party candidate hasn't made it through to the first round.

by **Carah** » Fri Jan 15, 2021 2:37 pm

Aug 28th 1990
Rio De Janeiro, Brazil

Oleg Mirvanov, the Serkarian delegate to Brazil, sits down at the table and speaks up: “We have gathered here to bring peace to the people of Brazil so I would advise refraining from getting into arguments over things don’t matter as it only hurts the people.”

Arthur Perry, PCCA ambassador to GCU, nodded in agreement while thinking Already trying to gain the moral high ground by now caring about the people?

André Henriques, ambassador appointed by the 10 officials currently leading the PCRB, takes his seat at the table, he says to himself Play it cool, André, play it cool…

Arthur Perry seeing the ambassador for the PCRB a bit nervous turned and said, “"Não se preocupe, estamos aqui para ajudar.”

His Portugese was not as good as his Scotatrovan but it would make do for these talks.

André Henriques turns and smiles at Arthur Perry for a second, and turns back and says; “The PCRB stands that the unions must be legalized and be in control of market production and for the system to be approved as an Authoritarian Democracy, though being authoritative, the system has leniency.”

André then says to himself; Huh, that was a little on the nose once I heard that out loud.

“I think not.”

Charles Goodwin, the Tarazedian ambassador to Brazil, entered the room not long after the Serkarian delegate and took his place at the table. There was an irate aura about the Tarazedian diplomat, as if projecting the Tarazedian government’s utter displeasure at having to mediate the peace talks of yet another radical communist revolt. The balance of power wasn’t anywhere near that of South Africa, thankfully, with it seeming like the Brazilian government could stand their ground despite the civil unrest.

“You aren’t in anywhere near a position to demand terms like that. This communist war is just another step on your road to a worldwide revolution? I’m afraid you’ve made a step too far. You can’t win this war on your own, and the GCU won’t be able to stay unless they’re fond of starting a world war. I’d rephrase your ‘demands’ and quickly.”

Oleg Mirvanov speaks up after Charles finishes his tirade: ”We agree with Tarazed’s point to a degree, these peace talks are for a new constitution and demanding for such concessions that are unrelated to this situation only prolongs them and the anguish of the people. So it would be great if we could move on from this and start working on it. As for the unions, you can make them legal if you win the election.”

Arthur Perry stood up, “Hold your horses gentleman before you disgrace yourself. Enough of the saber rattling here. The PCRB made it’s proposal, which I remind you currently the Brazilian constitution does indeed outlaw unions, so this is topical. Furthermore before anyone else here jumps this poor man, let us hear from the Republic of Brazil. Hear what changes, if any, they want.”

Oleg Mirvanov: ”Let’s not disregard our critiques as direct attacks against them, we are simply stating our disagreement with them. But I will admit that unions may be legalised with the agreement of both sides of course.”

“That was aimed more at Charles, Oleg, I meant no disrespect. Categorizing these proposals as ‘demands’ and threatening nuclear war, I found distasteful and embarrassing. Your critiques have indeed been reasonable Oleg,” Arthur replied.

The door of the conference opened yet again, this time the boots hitting the floor were of the Central African Representative. Chika Chidi, the CAU’s Latin Amalian liaison for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs took her seat beside Arthur, nodding respectfully to everyone.

“Pardon my tardiness, surprisingly difficult to get an armored convoy to here. Regardless of that, I agree with the sentiments of Mr. Perry here; even in South Africa the CAU never threatened global conflict so it seems… Antagonistic that you would stoop to that level. As for the Union creation, there is nothing inherently communist or radical about a union, so confining them behind the stopgap of an election is quite arbitrary if not a bit contrived. In my personal opinion I feel these talks are not going to go anywhere, since it has become abundantly clear that Mr. Goodwin here is more concerned with slaughtering communists than actually resolving this peacefully. The drafting of a new constitution will result in concessions to both sides of the aisle, so it is best for us to air out what our demands are before jumping to each other's throats.”

“Agreed,” Arthur replied, “the fate of these talks and of the Brazilian people lay in the hands of the Ambassador from Brazil.”

Ambassador of the Republic of Brazil, Rodolfo Alves Nakamura, stood up and handed a document to the different delegations, “These are the demands of the Brazilian government,”

The demands of the esteemed and rightful government of the Brazilian Republic is willing to acquiesce and settle things on a peaceful resolution. However, in order for these things to be accomplished, the Communist rebels must accept these demands in order for peace to occur.

-The puppeting imperialists of Gran Colombia must be abandoned by the rebels. They are to have no part in the peace process.

-The rebels will be integrated into the Brazilian military, with the Brazilian military having the authority to then relocate them and deploy as needed.

-Any illegal labor unions must surrender and be disbanded.

-The rebels must agree to a gradual disarmament process if they wish to return to civilian life.

-The rebel areas are to agree to return under full government control and the process entailing such.

-The rebels are to respect the sanctity of the new constitution and abide by its laws. In return, full pardons shall be given to all involved in the rebellion as detailed in the demands above.

Arthur read over the documents, “Ambassador Rodolfo,” he began, “can you clarify point one, on Gran Colombia, are you wanting them to be removed from the peace talks? Furthermore what of point two, what defines who is and isn’t a rebel? Are you speaking of the paramilitary forces as well as the military units that have defected?”

“Ambassador Rodolfo: Yes, all who have defected are the “rebels”. And yes, they are to be removed from these peace talks. This a discussion between the government and its people, nothing more or less. We wish for it to strictly be such and nothing more. Thank you.”

Arthur nodded, “Understood, just wanted to make sure you didn’t mean the civilians who formed paramilitary units should be forced into the military. Thank you Ambassador. As for Gran Colombia, the Brazilian government agreed to UN peace talks where any nation could send a delegation, but if Ambassador André agrees with your request to remove Gran Colombia that can be arranged.”

Ambassador Rodolfo: Then I shall await their reply.

”We refuse the terms.” André said, “The terms were more of oppression than compromise, the Unions are only trying to make Brazil better for the workers, abolishing them will be suppression of our cause, we would rather be at war than agree to the terms.”

“Let’s calm ourselves, no need for any saber rattling here,” Arthur stated, “It appears that Ambassador André wants to discuss worker’s Unions. From my understanding the Constitution of Brazil states the following: Worker’s unions shall be outlawed in Brazil, for they are the active organizing agent and the embodiment of socialism. Is this correct Ambassadors?”

Ambassador Rodolfo: “Indeed, it is. We wish for a free association of workers and employers. That has always been the case with our fair Republic, no unions to get in the way. Neither to intimidate the honest worker or stifle productivity. As a free democracy and business friendly nation, it is our duty to keep things as beneficial to all parties in the country as we can. Unions are a stifling factor and have no place in such a country.”

Arthur thought for a moment, “There have been many nations with labor unions. Ranging from socialist nations to capitalist nations. The state of the economy and government has led to a complete breakdown of order and the current ordeal we are in now. If Brazil removes this line from the constitution, it would be possible to still outlaw them via a normal law, but at the very least it would be a start. Does the removal of the following from the Brazilian constitution sound reasonable: Worker’s unions shall be outlawed in Brazil, for they are the active organizing agent and the embodiment of socialism?”

Ambassador Rodolfo: “Is it important to understand the context of the constitution. Each being unique to the socio-political situation said country finds itself in. With Brazil, the unions have been a means to organize and propagate communist ideology. Of course it might seem absurd without the proper, but given the nature of this conflict, it is clear what unions embody and represent. They are a risk and means of treason against the Republic and its rightful government. A threat to the laws and values of any just constitution. Therefore, it is a linchpin for the rebirth of our country to preserve security and stability on such a foundational, fundamental level.”

“Might I provide a middle ground compromise?” Chidi speaks up, “I propose this: Allow unions but have them sign onto a politically neutral agreement. Unions will exist, just not ones supporting communists ideals. Alternatively there is a secondary idea that my nation is quite fond of, which would be co-ownership. The workers and management own equal share of the company, and allow the workers to buy the company if it were to go under instead of having it’s assets sold to third parties. That way if a company goes under, no one is inherently at risk of losing their job and it ensures that workplaces adhere to a democratic standard; no decision can be won by just the either side, forcing compromises between the workers and the owners. That way the workers remain happy while the owners can still run and operate their business, and more importantly none of this is either hyper communist or hyper capitalists, a mixed solution of sorts..”

“Ah yes, barring unions from endorsing policies or politicians. It would help limit unions' political influences. While the alternative proposal helps merge worker and employer interests,” Arthur replied agreeing with Chidi.

Oleg Mirvanov: ”Hmm, I’m more in favour of the second option as in my opinion it is impossible for an enterprise to be apolitical. We think that it is in the best interests of both the owners and the workers to own the business as it improves their stability in face of economic turmoil.”

The Amailan ambassador Jason who had been up to this point quiet spoke up, “Amalia is watchful of any possible undue policies that would turn Brazil into a government that its people would not want. While we support the idea of labor unions of which we have in our own country, it would be unfair to put unjust demands on the nation if the Brazilian ambassador is okay with Labor Unions then Amaila is okay with it. However, it would be the best of choices if the Brazilians are not okay with it, then we should find other grounds to compromise. We should not force onto Brazil and her people things which they do not want.”

Oleg Mirvanov: ”What do you mean? They are simply saying that they want to make unions legal as they are outlawed by the current constitution of Brasil. So why can’t they let their people create unions?”

Ambassador Rodolfo: With all due respect gentlemen, while Unions are not an innately communist organization, the historical precedent of Brazil’s events makes it too dangerous. A political agreement simply does not work on those who refused to follow the laws to begin with. At least we’d need a good period of political transition and peace when this conflict is but a thing of the past to even consider such a proposal. As for allowing employers and employee shares in a company, that is quite preposterous. The workers function is to work for wages while the investor functions to bring in capital to the company. One has a say in their respectful area of functional expertise, which is the structure and policy of the company they put money into. While the workers' concern is to work and negotiate a decent wage. Such radicalism is preposterous! It would stifle productivity and the business world of Brazil. Damaging the standard of living, economic output, and purchasing power of all. We stand by our current stance and simply CANNOT agree to anything else. Now enough of this radicalism, let us speak of peace. And let it be a conversation between the Brazilian Government and its people. The rest of the parties here as far as I see are to help ensure peace and a smooth transition. We are ready for this and to give the pardons necessary. This is not an opening to bring in stealth communist policy. Bolshevism has no place in the Brazilian constitution and that is final! Now enough of this nonsense and let us discuss an end to this travesty. Thank you. Sits Down

“It pains me to see that the Brazilian government is so bullheaded. To Ambassador Jason though, nothing will be forced and everything will go through proper channels. But perhaps it will be best to move to a different topic before returning to this one? Perhaps on this electoral college?” Arthur asked

Ambassador Rodolfo: What about it?

Ambassador André: “This so-called “electoral college” bars the right for the people to speak what we should have for the president of Brazil, and should be removed for the sake of the people’s voices for the president.”

Ambassador Rodolfo: This means of election is perfectly Democratic! In fact, its more Democratic, it ensures more fair representation between different federal constituencies, as well as rural and urban areas. It is far more proportional and fairly representative than the popular vote would be. So we’ve used this system to ensure far more democratic representation compared to the last system of government. Indeed, we’ve gone above and beyond, while you accuse us of anti-democratic means. Well I’d appreciate such accusations cease in the face of those facts when it comes to representation. Now, let us get down the brass tacks here. The transition to a national peace. Thank you.

“Rodolfo, you are being unreasonable here. Peace is not something that can just be given, even if the People’s Council Republic gave up their struggle, it would not be a peace! It would be like throwing ice in a boiling pot. You may cool the water, but you’ve yet to put out the fire. Peace requires change, Brazil needs a system it’s people can believe in. So please for the people of Brazil, for the workers and the business owners, make that change happen. Work with the people of Brazil here, work with André,” Arthur stated with emotion in his voice.

Ambassador Rodolfo: Nonsense! This is peace and all statements have just been the agenda of foreigners and agitators masquerading as peace. Your cries are nothing more than a cry for me to see a sheep where there is a wolf! I have said my peace and now, if you are quite done, our proposal stands. The opposition must take it or leave it. It is more than fair, so there is nothing more to be said other than transition. Now cease this womanly wailing and let us get to the end of this chaos with some objectivity! Thank you.

Chidi, noticeably peeved, cleared her throat. “Ambassador Rodolfo, if your country had done the bare minimum then we wouldn’t be here. Rodolfo your country at war with itself, you insisting that the system works as it is not only flat out lie but it is borderline retarded. Happy people do not revolt against their government, citizenry do not kill their kin for trivial arguments. You will calm yourself and work with those at this table, and you will cease this childish wailing you blubbering vagabond. The electoral college, as it currently stands, does not protect the rights of rural communities, since their communities do not have large electoral points attached to them. Your electoral college as it currently stands only helps to support fringe ideologies, moreso, if you truly cared for the rural voices you’d actually allow for a proper representative vote instead of a draconian method of measuring votes. 1 person, 1 vote, instead of having an electoral college which can overturn the vote if they so please… You will not have peace if you stomp your foot down and refuse to actually come to the table…” Her voice is unwavering.

Ambassador Rodolfo: You are simply wrong about the facts on the ground. But that is to be expected from a red imperialist here to puppeteer the Brazilians as their red satellite in Latin America. We are here to conduct business with those representing the opposition. Other countries' matters on this are to be restricted to keeping peace. Any further demands from them are just the agenda of your nations over Brazil. We know how this conflict really is and we are not fooled. The Peoples Council must give their say on this themselves, anything else is for us a suggestion from foreign powers who have no right to meddle in Brazilian affairs. If there need be any proof to the truth of my statement, one need only look at the record of the CAU and the current actions of the Trotskyist Bolshevik clique to our west. You do not speak for our people nor for the rebels. I’d suggest you understand your place here and sit down, ambassador. That is all.

“To the PCRB and her allies” Jason stated motioning over to the PCRB delegation “I’m sure that everyone here could come to understand why you would want to remove the electoral college. As I believe that here could understand why we would want to keep the electoral college, if we can not agree to one system or another. Surely there is not a second best option that you could bring and we could come to agree with here,
as I would expect the same from the Brazilian government.” He ended motioning over to the Brazilian delegation.

Ambassador André: “Well then, Rodolfo, if you are not going to rephrase your demands for my proposals, then I, for the honorable movement, am leaving your demands and the honorable movement shall continue warring with the shameful old government of the Republic of Brazil.”

Jason held his hand out his hand to Ambassador André “Ambassador André surely that is not needed? I will re-ask my question what would be the second best option for the PCRB in regards to the elections of Brazil .”

Ambassador André: “Well, the second best option would be to keep the college but mandate ranked choice voting, but I am unsure if Rodolfo would agree.”

“I urge you to reconsider this stance, the both of you. Look, as it stands the CAU’s only goal in this talk is to ensure there is a peaceful transition from the civil war and that democracy is strengthened. In your demands, Rodolfo, you ask “The rebels are to respect the sanctity of the new constitution and abide by its laws”, but there will be no respect if this constitution is just fluff and nothing substantial changes. You can say that they will be given full amnesty but there is no guarantee if you are not even willing to humor basic changes to the electoral system. If we leave this table as is, with nothing but half-promises and no compromises from your side, then we’re just putting a bandaid on a gun wound. What they need is something that says “we, the government you have declared as your enemy, has your interests at mind”... And if anything were to do that, it is at the very least ranked-choice voting.” Ambassador Chidi sighs, rubbing her temple.

Arthur stood up, “Ambassador Chidi I applaud you. As I have stated previously peace must be agreed to by both parties. Roldfo, my friend, and my fellow colleagues from around the world, please by God’s grace let us work together for the betterment of the people of Brazil. Not seek to undermine each other out of fear and politics.”

Ambassador Rodolfo: Fellow Ambassador, Andre, your proposal is certainly a reasonable one. Rank choice voting is certainly on the table then if that is your demand. I am glad to see a sensible choice being made, despite the urging of the red imperialists to persuade you otherwise. Do not be their puppet. Negotiate with me as a fellow Brazilian, be reasonable and a patriot deciding for his own people. On that, we can listen, as for the CAU, I would urge you to tread lightly with them. Become your own negotiator ambassador, without the pretense of puppeteers and we can make progress towards peace. See, this is what I mean, negotiations between fellow nationals. We are certainly open to rank choice voting! This is the kind of reasonable and honest dialogue I mean, not the intermediary puppeting of foreigners and red imperialists. Now we have an accord Andre, will there be anything further?
Rodolfso turns and smiles triumphantly at the other delegates

Ambassador Chidi sighs in relief, “I’m glad you two could come to an agreement… Although I must commend the delegates in the room so keen to drive your fair nation back to warfare.” She speaks eyeing the Tarazedian delegate. “Regardless, the CAU welcomes this step forward as our requests for peace and democracy have been met, and once again to you Mr. Rodolfo, I apologize for the actions of my nation’s allies.” Gesturing vaguely to the empty space where the Colombian delegate once sat.

Charles glared at Chidi, “I do apologise for reaffirming the Tarazedian government’s commitment to international sovereignty in the face of the UWRF. But this is hardly the place for a lecture. If you are so interested in Tarazedian foreign policy, I’d be happy to lecture you in the cafeteria.”

“Oh please do, I’d love to see how you care to justify a nightmare that was Indonesia.”

“Might I remind you that the Tarazedians are leading those reunification efforts?”

“Might I remind you that there are currently three Indoneisa, all of which are at eachothers throats or…”

“Four Indonesias, I'll remind you before you embarrass yourself. Again, I’ll be free to go over Oceanic politics in the cafeteria. This meeting is focused on Brazil.”

“Yes let us return to this argument later.”

SUI Ambassador, Foreign Minister Aleh Krauchanka enters the room

Aleh Krauchanka: Sorry we are late ladies and gentlemen, getting from the Intermarium here is a long flight, in any case, I am here to help along and ensure that the interests of peace and justice are given in these negotiations to the people of this fair Republic of Brazil. Now, puts suitcase on the desk and takes out the overview papers, we understand that there is a constitution and negotiations have gotten nowhere thus far, correct? Or did something change? Sorry, I’ve just joined the room so maybe I’ve missed something.

Ambassador André: “Well, me and Rodolfo are agreeing on 2 things, one, keeping the college but mandating ranked national voting, and two, getting the imperialist Gran Colombians out of the picture.”

Aleh Krauchanka: Hmm….I see. Well, this is a start, but, don’t forget, you both ended up in this situation because of any unwillingness to compromise, a corrupt government on top of it all, and major civil unrest. If lasting peace is to be secured, no one must forget that the ideal shall be a middle ground between both. Not, a plutocratic government caked in breadcrumbs, nor a commie one with such either. So as you go forward, do not forget that compromise is not simply a matter of smoke and mirrors, but, of true willingness to give way to what is best for the country and its people. Thank you. Aleh sits down

Ambassador André: “As I don’t agree with the Trotskyist imperialist puppeteers anymore, I now propose another thing, reforming capitalism in Brazil and the Brazilian government.”

Ambassador Rodolfo: Reform? But surely the issue is purely political. The economy is a wonderous machine. There is little need for reforms in that area. Perhaps certain social programs, maybe, but our economy is a wonder of entrepreneurship and is the engine of Brazil. Surely that need not be put on a cross of political corruption? Our government is being reformed, so I see little need for such naive niceties. But if you insist on stating such, go ahead, let us hear it. For your sensible willingness to compromise before, I shall humor you on this proposal and hear it out further.

Ambassador André: “Well then, I would agree, maybe we should just stick with some certain social programs instead of reformed capitalism, after all, it has actually benefited the people, so I humor my last statement as well.”

Ambassador Chidi: “Well may I recommend a proposal? Social programs may remedy some of the people’s issues with the current administration. Nothing to extreme mind you, something akin to social security or retirement aid to keep the more vulnerable of society from falling into destitution.”

Ambassador André: “Well, maybe we could go for some retirement aid and something akin to social security, as long as Rodolfo agrees.”

Oleg Mirvanov: ”Perhaps we could go one step further and introduce a universal health service which would also cover everyone for free?”

Ambassador Rodolfo: Of course, I shall propose to my people a social security program. And as for health care, we would be thinking more along the lines of say, mandating private insurance, rather than necessarily a fully free service. If those terms sound good, we can continue to move onto the next step, no?

Ambassador André: “Sure, I’m fine with moving on, these proposals are good enough.”

Aleh Krauchanka: “Not so fast, I recall there was a discussion on unions earlier. I would like to know what has become of that before my arrival. In this constitution they are forbidden, but, the problem is, this puts far too much favor on things to fall unto the status quo ante. Sure, one may accept some measly social programs, but, at the end of the day, if the conditions for the working people are still the same, then fall back to the previous way of things is inevitable in my eyes. You have given too little ground Rodolfo, the people will rise up again if things carry on as they did. If a true resolution is to be reached, one that saves your country from internal conflict, and from being an international pariah, I would recommend you reopen the issue of the union. Only then, with these social programs and a functioning law on them, can a true middle ground for people be reached. One neither communist nor plutocratic. Please reconsider this point. And I would urge the communist representative to also push back harder on this front. Unions are the lifeblood of the workforce, I would imagine as communists you understand this. Thank you.

Ambassador André: “Well, sure, I would push back harder on this front, as long as appropriate working conditions are guaranteed.”

“It is always nice to hear from the ‘God-Building communists,’” Arthur stated, poking fun at Ambassador Krauchanka, “the beliefs of Jakub Kowalski rivals that of Karl Marx. But yes, unions will help secure a lasting peace and belief in the system. With the proposal earlier to limit their political influence, I call upon Ambassador Rodolfo and all other ambassadors to endorse this decision. We are all aware and cannot deny that unions can improve the lives of Brazilians.”

Oleg Mirvanov: ”I agree for their legalisation as unions have been proven before to be more efficient than regular enterprises and improving worker’s conditions is always nice.”

Ambassador Rodolfo: sighs So the work of the red imperialists continues. Now joined by their Polack twins. This is a blatant violation of national sovereignty and an endorsement of imperialism, there will be no such reconsideration on foreigners' words alone. I need to hear it from you fair Ambassador Andre, is this what your, our people, really wish for? If so, we can go from there on that front, if not, then just drop it. For I will not bend to the words of vassalizing foreigners. No matter what shade of red imperialism that they like to wear. And that is that!

Galasian Ambassador Alexandre Pleven offered his own opinion. “The Galasian government supports the existence of trade unions. We strongly urge the Government of Brazil to allow these unions to exist. However, we understand the concerns of our allies and would propose that some limits be placed on the unions. Perhaps a limit on political contribution or campaigning by the unions and /or limits on how unions can be formed and introduced into the workforce. In Galasie, the government plays an active role in balancing the interests of employees and employers, could Brazil not adopt a similar model that would ease some concerns you may have?”

Ambassador André: “Well Rodolfo, since I do not endorse any puppeting of Brazil, and I am assuming that the Brazilian people do not want to be puppeted by another power, so maybe, we should just drop it. But just to reiterate, the PCRB aims for worker’s unions but maybe we could do some surveillance measures on the worker’s Unions.”

Ambassador Rodolfo: Roldolfo looks around the room and sees the various glances and then comes to a discomforting reality: Well, the indecision is rather unhelpful. But, given the state of the country and how much everyone here insists, if peace demands it, we can give unions a chance then. Call it a “probationary” period where we monitor them, and if in time this situation clears and no communist infiltration is found, they can be given a more proper place in the fair Republic. If this is what it’ll take for all parties to agree to peace, then on those conditions, it shall be granted.

Arthur smiled and said, “Gentleman and Gentlewoman, let us hope this leads to peace in our times.”

Ambassador André: “Good enough, I and the PCRB shall agree to the new terms of peace.”

EBC Headlines Aug 28th

Delegates discussing the terms of the new Constitution

Following the UN Resolution for a ceasefire, the so called People’s Council Republic of Brazil has formally agreed to a new constitution, founding the 2nd Brazilian Federative Republic. The new constitution calls for national ranked choice voting, a system designed to make elected bodies more representative and allow for more parties. As well as the legalization of unions in Brazil. The UN shall oversee an emergency election, having a short campaign window, with an election date to be determined.

by **Carah** » Fri Jan 15, 2021 5:02 pm

Syndicalist campaign posters and television commercials are being put up across Brazil as the 1990 Brazilian Election is taking place. Syndicalist Party leader and presidential nominee Augusto Furtado stated that a new reign shall take place but for fairness, Brazil can keep it’s Liberal Democracy. Vice presidential nominee and former ambassador for the peace talks André Henriques said that “workers shall gain their liberty as soon as we win the race for the Second Republic.” Campaign rallies are to be held soon by the Syndicalist party under the slogan “Hand in hand for the Workers.”

by **Neo Rome Republic** » Sun Jan 17, 2021 3:11 pm

The Peoples' Issue

The Intermarium foreign minister has returned from their delegation meeting in Brazil. With him having reported "promising but fragile" peace having been achieved". That the Republic of Brazil now has a path to peace and that the steps are there for the potential of honest government and workers rights. The President gave a speech today on the matter: "We are pleased that a compromise has been achieved and that both sides were able to come out and agree on a middle path. The compromise is admittedly not an ideal situation, especially not for any Sonacist, but, they are a strong step away from chaos and further blood shed. Especially away from the potential of the country falling to either extreme, communism or plutocracy. The people and workers now have a chance at honest government. The meeting almost had gone sour, the workers almost cheated out of their rights. But our foreign minister stood strong and made his position known, helping to push the negotiations to be more just and equitable. The path for peace and stable government is set. Now the people of Brazil need to stay the course, for the sanctity of human life cannot stand, unless there are brave men and women there to make it clear they won't abide its continual degradation. The people cried out and a start is there, but it is a long way before this start becomes a lasting reality. The people of the Fair Intermarium stand ready to support the Republic of Brazil in this time of struggle. Both as a nation and a member of the Isfahan pact, we stand ready and extend an open arm in friendship to them and their new government. May this beginning lead to a true government for the people, and a true say for the workers at the table. No longer will the factories be the halls of slaves, but the workplace of your everyday common man and woman just doing honest work for honest pay. This is of course not as structurally stable or promising as workers have a share, but, it is a start. And it is the only path now people have to get to the ideal. Hopefully they will see the fruits of that labor to come. Hopefully they will see beyond liberalism and the self in time even, and perhaps, like us, look towards humanity as a whole. The collective of all people reflecting the truth of that human ideal, that is not about money, is not about me, and it is not just about us. It is about all of me and us. All human life is sacred and all deserve to live in harmonious peace as one human nation. We praise Brazil for getting a step ever closer to such an ideal and wish them the best in the future. Eager and waiting to give whatever advice and help we can. You have struggled hard and won enough, but is it truly enough? Only time will tell. Hail Sona!"

by **Councils of America** » Mon Jan 18, 2021 9:48 am

September 9th 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 addressed the Confederate Councils on the success of the Brazilian Peace Talks. Yet stated without the efforts made by Galasie peace might not have been achieved. The President criticized the United States and the Tarazedians for caring more about the color of a map than for the people of Brazil. The PCCA forces sent to Brazil as apart of the UN peacekeeping mission are expected to remain there for roughly another 6 weeks. Similarly the military exercise in central Amalia that damaged some ruins a few weeks ago, is expected to end roughly around that time. In other news, Jiangshen joins the International Worker's Economic Council, how will this impact workers across the trading bloc? Some workers have taken a protectionist stance against the move stating fears of outsourcing or worries of being out competed. Governor Robert Murray has been a big supporter of Jiangshen joining the IWEC for years. He has promised all workers in Louisiana the information needed to make appropriate industrial decisions to best protect the workers."

by **Yottabota** » Mon Jan 18, 2021 6:27 pm

Sept 11th 1990
Northern Sector, South of Parana Tocantins, Brazil

Private Joseph Dyer watched as boats sailed down the Rio Parana, a lit cigarette in his mouth. His company was in charge of delivering food and distributing it. The markets were a mess due to the civil war and even now some Brazilians accosted his company for hurting businesses. It was a shit fest, but the President seemed to think that Joseph and his fellow comrades could clean it up. A large transport vehicle rolled down the market street, bearing not only the symbol of the CAU military but also the silhouette of a lion surrounded in a wreath. The APC parked itself and out came a small detachment of blue helmeted soldiers, one of which being Specialist Charlotte Hampton. She scanned the area and spotted Private Dyer, flagging him down as she approached.

“Oi! Name and rank soldier!” Her voice was relaxed, despite the circumstances.

“Private Dyer PCCA, on break,” he replied tossing the cigarette on the ground and stomping on it with his boot, “or was on break.”

“No worries, I’m not your CO so I’m not going to be on your ass about it.” She extended her hand, “Specialist Hampton, Task Force 88. Our unit just got here so we’re still setting up, how’s the effort been so far?”

“Shit in a ham-basket,” Dyer replied, “Basically nobody in our company speaks Scotatrovan, the civilians complain about their markets being outcompeted, and we are low on cigarettes-oh wait- out of cigarettes. Damn rations.” She nodded, reaching into her satchel to deliver onto him a fresh pack of cigarettes, courtesy of the CAU.

“Well call yourself lucky, half my squad are from Angola.” She waved to some of the men unloading, “Valdez, Marcelo and Tequila! You’re on translation duty until Foxtrot shows up!” The three men, assumedly the ones she named off, all collectively groan before walking into the market to hear the locals complain to them. “Oh! And Tequila if I catch your dick in a local, you’re the first one on latrine duty!”

“Angola huh?” Dyer said while taking the cigarettes,, “That’s in Africa, you guys must be pretty used to shit fests by now given how the year has gone.” She scoffed and nodded as she produced her own cigarette.

“We just came back from touring in Mozambique, honestly makes coming here a literal fucking vacation.” She let out a small puff as the radio on her leg buzzed to life. She reached down and tuned it, “this is Zeta 3-2, what’s up?.. Uh Huh… Alright copy, we’ll send some boys over and get it cleaned up. Over and out.” She turned off the radio, “apparently there’s a scuffle they want us to fix, how about your guys make sure the supplies get to the warehouse. We should have this sector under control soon… soon-ish. If anything rendezvous with us by the gas station not far from here.”
“Roger that,” Dyer replied

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“Didn’t you use up your ration already?” a soldier asked Dyer as he drove a supply truck down the road.

“Yep,” Dyer replied sitting in the passenger seat, puffing smoke out the window.

“Who’s dick did you suck to get a second ration?” the soldier joked.

“Some broad from Africa gave me another pack,” Dyer replied casually.

“Ha! Sucking black lady…” the soldier trailed off before coming to a sudden stop, “Oh what’s the hold up now?”

In the road ahead of them was an African humvee, which had stopped beside a small market. Lines of people began to cross the street but then suddenly scattered in the opposite direction as a gunshot echoed from within the market followed by screaming. They watched as a single soldier exited the Humvee, not wearing the mint blue UN helmet but a black beret, however a UN armband was firmly fixed onto their shoulder.

“For fuck’s sake,” Dyer stated as he opened the car door and threw his cigarette on the ground, his finger on his safety before calling out, “The fuck is going on here!”

The soldier turned to him briefly, noticing his helmet but also looking at his face, then turned to continue walking towards the sound of gunfire. Following close behind they bore witness to a group of three similarly dressed soldiers, and a man laying on the floor with a fresh bullet wound through his knee. One of the soldiers that was squatting beside him had a service pistol in his hand, barrel freshly smoking. The soldier looked up, and Dyer could see the gnarly scar covering most of his face, and on his shoulder were two parallel bars.

“Oh how lovely…” He stood up, putting his pistol away while adjusting his baret. “No need for backup, just helping this man come to his senses.”

Dyer reached for his radio, “Call for a medic and Sargent Langley.”

Turning to the scarred man Dyer asked, “What happened? Why was this man shot?”

The man squinted at Dyer, the scar on his face stretched from the corner of his chin to the top of his scalp. “... I am second Lieutenant Kenta, this man.” He gestured to the man that was now being removed from the area. “Was failing to comply to an order, so I dealt with him as is per my duty... and not to mention that he had some choice words for the color of my men.” He pointed to the stacks of rice and dried beans in the back of the room. “He was not willing to donate his plentiful supplies to our humanitarian effort, so I simply applied some pressure. My men will secure the supplies to distribute them to the residents here.”

Dyer was dumbfounded by the statement, and quickly pulled out another cigarette and lit it.

“Private report,” a voice called out, from behind.

Dyer turned around to see Sargent Langley, “It appears a civilian was shot for not donating supplies.”

Sargent Langley squinted, noting Dyer had a cigarette but turned to the Lieutenant, “We do not need to force individuals to donate supplies Lieutenant. We have plenty of supplies from around the world. Now if you mind let us empty this truck here and begin distributing it.”

“Pardon me Sargent, but last I checked this area is no longer under your jurisdiction. Now if you don't mind my men will handle it. As platoon leader of my unit, we are more than experienced to deal with…” he took a pause but then smirked, “supply acquisition. I’ll make sure to report this incident with the higher ups.” With that he left the scene, patting Langley on the shoulder as the other two soldiers muttered something in their native tongues.

Langley turned to Dyer and the other soldier and whispered, “make sure the man gets a box or two of supplies.”

Dyer nodded and returned to the truck.

“Oh and Dyer, i’m taking your next rations of cigarettes, you know the rules,” Langley called after them.

“Goddamnit.”

by **Great Eilean** » Mon Jan 18, 2021 6:34 pm

The First Minister?

11th September, 1990
Yerminster Palace, Wyndham, United Kingdom of Great Eilean and Strathland

The members of the Cabinet shuffled into the room slow and steady, slinging back and forth banter and quips, insults and jokes and debating over present matters of the Empire and United Kingdom. Though one notable exception was Walter, his seat empty even as the last few ministers entered, including Sir Frederick Thenpole. The ministers of cabinet looked around at each other, and the empty seat at the center of the table as Frederick pulled out a seat beside it, causing a mutter to rise up.
"Frederick, where's Walter?" Benjamin Barclay, the Lord High-Chancellor asked with a grin as other members of Cabinet joined in, all of them knowing full well of the First Minister's health.
"Walter is resting. You lot all know this. Now, onto the meeting." he said, looking at the cabal of the cabinet.
"Well slow down there Frederick, if you are presently the head-minister of Cabinet, doesn't that mean you should sit in the First Minister's chair?" Lord Burghley suggested, already seated and looking up from his portfolio.
Frederick looked around the room to see most of his fellow ministers nodding in support, and awkwardly pushed the chair back in and shifted over to the First Minister's seat.
"Now gentlemen, aside from that does anyone else have anything to propose before we begin this meeting?" Frederick asked, taking out a pair of glasses from his coat pocket.
"Yes actually. I'd like to propose we bring a vote of no-confidence up in Parliament to oust Walter as head of Government and the Party Humphrey Pendlham the Minister of Transportation proclaimed, to the agreement of many and pounding on the table.
Frederick look dumbfounded and confused, barely having slipped his glasses half way on before standing up.
"Oust Walter? whatever for? The man had a heart attack while serving his country and prepared to strike against the Brazilians!" Frederick said shaking, mortified that cabinet had turned against his old friend. "And even then, who do you propose to replace him? Her Majesty is right now off the coast of North Amalia!"
"You of course! You're the Chancellor of the Royal Treasury, with allies in parliament both left and right, why you are the descendant of this nation's first First Minister after all" Barclay said.
Frederick continued to look around the room, before turning to his side to the Earl of Hornby, Alexander simply shrugged at him, indicating his usual neutrality. The shock soon turned to fury as the multiple ministers began yelling trying to convince him to call for the vote. In proper Peckingham fashion he smacked his hand down on the table, his weight easily shaking the table and knocking over a few glasses.
The room fell silent as he glared around at the rebellious members of cabinet.
"Alexander, I forgot. What nation are we in?" Thenpole asked, standing back up straight while his hand was still clenched.
Alexander let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, before nodding.
"The United Kingdom of Great Eilean and Strathland."
"And who is our current First Minister?" he asked, again.
"Sir Walter Peckingham"
"That's right, thank you Alexander. Sir Walter Peckingham, a man whose whole life has been dedicated to this Empire. Who slogged through the jungles of Sagaria, the political corridors of Yerminster, and now the snake pit now known as this cabinet! Unbelievable of you lot. If I expected, what? Cowards, Traitors and backstabbing hoodlums I would have served the Tsar of Serkaria, or join one of those council republics or whatever the Bolsheviks call themselves." he yelled, with each insult pointing at one of the vocal ministers.
"B-but Thenpole! Walter is a dying man leading us to a dying path! Your idea of liberalization, decolonization and Commonwealth would save Eilean!" Burghley said only to be blocked by the Chancellor of the Royal Treasury who simply held up his hand.
"Regardless of my own political and economic beliefs, I am still a Conservative and Montmairist. And the last thing I will ever support during my own career, is a bloody Cabinet Coup to throw out our own friend and leader!" Frederick sneered, before sitting back down.
"Now so help me, if I hear one more time about a vote of no-confidence I will have to call not only Walter. But also Her Majesty, now does anyone want that?" he said, looking around the room at a horrified gaggle of politicians.
"Good, now back to business..."

100 miles off the Flemish Cap, North Atlantic Ocean

The HMS Empress of Sagaria rolled gently back and forth like a babe in its cradle, the hulking mass of steel and rivets cutting through the white waves of the Atlantic Ocean. The cruiser Escorts too slid across the waves, though not as gracefully as the behemoth aircraft carrier.
Within the bridge tower, a large suite had been laid out, fashionable woodwork and wallpaper, intricate molding and furniture befit for a King...
Though in reality, for a Queen.

Gloriana sat at her suite's desk, her Red Box with GRI stamped on it filled to the brim with letters of patent, acts of parliament, requests for audience and others, half with her signature, the rest still needing Royal-Assent.
She leaned back in her seat and looked at a picture of her father, Edmund VIII. She remembered when she was a young girl, before the Crown. How one of the last times she was with him, they were on an Imperial Tour, and how it sapped him of any and all strength and practically killed him, duty for his Crown and Country... Something that House Brunay-Bonbry has lived by ever since then.
A knock echoed from the door, and it cracked open, her husband walked in holding a telegram.
"Do you ever get away from that blasted box? Seems like you spend more time with it than me” William snickered, shuffling into the room, one hand in his pocket and the other behind his back.
“Of course I do! But then again, this box doesn’t lip off to me nor complain incessantly.” she laughed at him as he leaned over her shoulder, peeping at the state papers.
“[i]When did you get so lippy?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
“When’s our anniversary again?” Gloriana asked, smirking.
William rolled his eyes, before taking his hand out from behind his back and leaving the letter in front of her.
“You don’t have to be so rude, Cabbage…” he muttered as he left the room, clearly smiling as his wife picked up the letter and inspected it.
Another letter from the CAU...
She muttered a prayer in latin as she picked up her ivory letter-opener and slit it down the side and slid the letter out, before reading it.
A state invitation? From the Syndicalists of Central Africa…
She picked up her pen and took a letter out from the drawer.


From Her Eileanic Majesty, 
Gloriana III Brunay-Bonbry
Suffingham Palace
To Her Excellency Prime Minister Amelia Armstrong of the Central African Union

Dear Prime Minister,
We would be honoured to accept your invitation
and extend the Imperial Tour to the Central African Union
as a sign of good faith between the United Kingdom
and Central African Union, and for the benefit of all
peoples of African. We will happily visit Central City
whilst we cross the Atlantic for our possessions in West Africa.

Gloriana R. I., 11th September, 1990

by **Yottabota** » Tue Jan 19, 2021 6:24 pm

Premier’s Estate, Kropotkina, CAU
09/19/90
12:30pm

Amelia Armstrong was a patient woman. She’d believe so no matter what narrative was thrown her way to prove otherwise, and as such she strongly held the belief that all things will come when they wish to. Hence why she felt especially ecstatic on today of all days, as the halls of the estate were more livelier than normal. On her desk, an opened letter from the queen accepting her request for a visit, and in the conference room adjacent to her office, was the interim premier of South Africa. She had met Nelson Mandela in passing during diplomatic visits, but never one to one, however this wasn’t even just a one on one. As she peaked into the room, there were members of both nations' militaries, foreign ministries and the press all surrounding the table. Amelia fixed her tie and adjusted the small CAU brooch on her suit chest, before opening the doors of the room. Show time.

“Comrades! Today is a day of celebration!” She announced with the full weight of her chest, her voice booming across the room as the cameras began to flash at her appearance. All the politicians in the room stood up as she walked by each of them, but paused at Mandela to bring in him for a quick hug. “I am glad to meet you once again comrade Mandela.”

“Likewise Comrade Armstrong, I thank you for your agents dealing with our extremist elements. Hopefully this will be both the beginning of the end of these men.” She nodded as she broke off and sat down by her seat. The cameras continued to roll as this was beginning to be broadcasted around the world.

“Now, today we honor the Central African Union and the South African Socialist Republic’s relationship, in both trade and in defense of one another.” She gestured to the foreign ministers and military officers. “Today, the CAU and SASR bridge the last gap, and formally begin a policy of open transit between our two nations. As of today, the CAU will honor an open border policy with the SASR, allowing our citizens to freely move between us.”

“Indeed so.” Mandela said, as the cameras focused on him. “This will be the beginning of a long road between our two fair nations, and soon the dream of a unified Africa, under the banner of socialism. It is clear that the future of this continent and its people lie with the Union, and the Republic will ensure that our citizens embrace the Union as we have embraced it as well.” As Mandela spoke, Amelia felt a ping of sadness as a thought formed, Its only a shame that Xavier could not be here to witness this… But I will make sure his work is done. she glanced over to the Union flag, laying idle amongst the 27 other flags in the room. I will make this Union… something greater.

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Current Zones of Madagascar
Blue = Jewish Council
Red = Malagasy People’s Council
Purple = Joint Tribal Councils

Antananarivo, MPC Zone, Madagascar
09:10 am

Max groaned, rubbing his head as he recovered from the night before, shuffling in the large hotel bed as he sat up. The sun was brutal on his hung over state, its beams of light that shined through the curtains felt like arrows being volleyed by it, damaging his vision and causing him to shuffle back into bed. He rolled over onto his side, slightly startled by a passed out Francine, snoring so loudly he was curious as to how he hadn’t noticed sooner. Max sat up once again, examining the room around them and chuckled when he noticed the five other men and women scattered around the room, with even more discarded bottles surrounding them. Yesterday was a celebratory day for the island, celebrating the day Madagascar joined the Union to become the 26th state. The night slowly began to piece itself together as Max checked under the sheets okay still have my pants on… sighing slightly in relief as he also noticed that Francine was also dressed, at least for the most part. Not that I would be opposed, but I feel this is the wrong time to do so… He shrugged, getting out of bed and slipping into the shower.Whilst in the shower, he allowed the hot water to cascade off of him as his mind began to wonder again.

Over the past week he, Francine, and a few others from the CTA had been undergoing a lengthy interview process that involved members of all three factions. It also let him paint a better picture of what the issue really was. In the past the MPC and the JC have been separated by a strip of tribal land controlled by the JTC (specifically the Merina and the Sakalava) and while in reality most of the Merina have already modernized, there was still a small holdout of Merina traditionalist that are currently being negotiated with by their Merina brethren. The issue that some in the JTC fear is that as soon as the Merina fully convert, it would connect the Jewish zones with the Malagasy zones, isolating the last remnants of the Betsimisaraka tribes from the rest of the JTC. This in turn would make it easier for both the MPC and the JC to exert influence and control over the Betsimisaraka. In their eyes the worst case scenario would be the slow starvation of the tribe until they were essentially forced to join out of survival. Even more importantly, the area would allow the JC and MPC to have full control over the Helodrano Antongila Bay and thus would allow them to fully modernize the coast. Environmentalists on all three sides have argued against this, because it would lead to Madagascar’s vulnerable ecosystem to potentially be at risk. As of right now, the islands factions are broke up like this:

The Jewish Council was split into three groups.

The Malagasy People’s Council only has one group, dedicated to bringing Merina into the council.

The Joint Tribal Council was broken up into 3 different groups:

Max rubbed the lime smelling soap over his body, then allowed the warm water to wash the suds down the drain before locating a towel to dry off. His mind kept bouncing back and forth as his fingers pushed the buttons of his shirt through each hole, staring at them in the mirror. The core issue here is the Modernization of Merina, which would follow standard Modernization procedures. Modernization follows a strict set of instructions to ensure that the process goes smoothly and quickly, but is also loose enough to allow for deviations in the event of something changing. The first step is Infrastructure, building the roads, sewer systems, bridges, guard rails and dams to ensure that building supplies can make their way to phase two. Electricity, providing energy to the tribe so that they can begin to light the streets and allow for phase 3 to go into full effect. Housing is the next step, replacing the current housing of the tribes with 1 story homes or small apartment blocs. The next phase is Industry, allowing for trade unions and co-ops to set up shop and begin the process of bringing the workforce. Finally the influx of workers, industry creation and the need for service industries would then create the final phase of the process, Commerce. Commerce was important in creating local value that could be commodified for international trade, this value was managed and controlled by local governments and then exported all the way up the bureaucratic ladder until it hit international markets. This would bring a tribe into equal standing with the rest of the nation, creating no advantage nor disadvantage; true equity in its purest form.

Max left the shower just as everyone else had begun to assemble themselves in the hotel room. He scanned for Francine who was fixing her hair in the bedroom mirror, and when their eyes connected, her pale face flushed red and his felt hotter.

“Well I’m glad everyone is alive, come on comrades our work is not done yet…”

by **Neo Rome Republic** » Thu Jan 21, 2021 9:09 pm

The Peoples' Issue

In light of recent events in Brazil and the efforts of our humble government. The Intermarium has decided to take a new initiative, a more assertive policy of influence. Taking a strong stand for truth and justice. For while sovereignty can be important, all nations foremost serve a universal principle of human rights, justice, and dignity. This will begin in taking a more decisive stand in the countries own backyard and in parts of the farther sides of the world. The ideals of Sonacism must become more assertive and a more lax approach will not do. As certain foreign branches have become lax, too lax against our principles and must be called out. Other nations have forsaken any principles at all, which warranted Intermarian mediation in the first place. The Intermarium believes that as the nation of universal values it must take a strong and decisive stand for both the nation and the peoples of the world. The President has this to say on the matter: "The Intermarium is not only a nation, it is the universal nation! Which means it is the nation that represents the concrete form of a united humanity, so, it must preach those values both at home and abroad. While defending the sovereignty of just nations and encouraging peaceful cooperation and a march towards gradual integration and eventual human unity, this is not the same for all nations! All nations must be judged by the same universal standard, the Sonacist standard, the human standard! Judged as worthy to be sovereign and as worthy to be led by that particular government on that kind of criteria. Human life is not relative, but intrinsically valuable and the needs of all men are universal to the species. The values to accomplish this universal to man. They define the good and hold all governments, groups and individuals to account. The same goes for nations, we must be the guardian of those values and uphold them wherever we can. While our policy has been practical in many ways, principle must come first! The Intermarian government now sees that the world is a much more precarious place than it was this past decade. We can no longer afford to sit on the sidelines, the Intermarium must lead and define the new era. So from now on, we will adopt a more headstrong and principled approach in our influence. Make sure truth and justice are enforced as much as possible. Starting with our backyard and going further. As civic nationalists and strong patriots of a universal nation, the Intermarium is not only for Intermarians, but the Intermarium exists for the world! For the sake of humanity as a whole. We will call out injustice and hypocrisy wherever we find it with a stronger voice than before! Our military reinvigorated to hold to our mission and to stand strong in defense of the sovereignty of all honest nations. We will start by calling out the false Sonacist hypocrites and making clear our stance nearby and aboard. This is the beginning of new age. An age of truth, justice, and humanity first! Hail Sona!"

by **Yottabota** » Thu Jan 21, 2021 10:38 pm

Central News Network
The Truth Will Prevail.
September 25th, 1990

"Good Evening I'm Christopher Ingolo." "And I'm Julia LeBlanc, this is Central New Network with today's headlines... The central government here in Kroptkina has announced new subsidies to hit the nation by the end of the year, ahead of this year’s “End of Year Summary.” While many critics of this new administration have levied new criticisms towards the government for its actions during the Boer War, many now applaud the renewed funding of the nation’s farming sector.” ”Signed into law by the Syndicalist party, set aside billions of subsidies to livestock management, most directed to the Board of Livestock Inspection, as well as additional billions towards rebuilding schools in the border area between the CAU and SASR.”

“On the topic of the South African Socialist Republic, Premier Nelson Mandela has left the CAU after a lengthy weeklong conference held between both the Union and Republic. These talks are the few of many as the two nations begin to bridge the gap divided after decades of hostilities. Some rumors have emerged of the SASR joining the Union, which has been seen by few here as a power play to control the Southern tip of Africa, but as Premier Armstrong has clarified there is much more than just land...”

“Whilst speaking with [Nelson Mandela], we both discussed the many issue our nations face... These issues are not unique to either, and we both agreed that rather deal with them on our own... it is wise to unify under a single banner to deal with the issue of extremism and sectarianism... It is also to connect families who have been divided for generations by the border, and hopefully this new open borders policy fixes thay but... the only path we have now to follow is one of total unification.”

“In other news, counter terrorism units in South Africa have captured White Supremacist and Leader of the “White Legion”, Derek Holden. Holden was captured late last night after a raid of his compound in central South Afria and is currently being trialed for high counts of Terrorism, kidnapping, aiding and funding terrorism, and several other crimes listed in the criminal complaint submitted this evening. Prosecutors are hoping for the death penalty.... more news at 8.”

by **Yottabota** » Sat Jan 23, 2021 4:36 pm

Richard's Bay, SASR
Date: 10/04/1990
09:30am

Sasha was 30 when South Africa went to war with the CAU, and watched from a TV at her local hair salon when they dropped a nuclear bomb on the city of Jagersfontein. She remembered right as the treaty was signed, half of her family fled into CAU controlled Mozambique, and when she was offered a way out... She declined. This land was her home, and she was willing to wear the storm, because there was always light at the end of the tunnel. The DMZ went up, and then everything went south. She remembered when the Boer Administration, especially under De Villers, cracking down harder on Native Africans. First she was removed from her home, along with her other black neighbors and kin, being relegated to crime infested ghettos and shanty towns. Then came the segregation under apartheid, and soon the small comforts she had come to enjoy had all but vanished by the late 60's. She remembered when black revolutionaries were executed for dissenting, the sting from the rushing water hitting her back as police with fire hoses pushed back protestors. The rise of Mandela was the return of hope, and when the nation plunged into a civil war she thought that would be the end...

And then something strange happened. She woke up, as per her usual schedule, at 7:35 to the sound of feet scurrying around the kitchen attached to her home. Sasha sat up, rubbing the crust out of her eyes as she reached for the black wood cane that sat propped up on the bedside table. The now 70 year old had seen better days, but she hadn't crumbled under hardship, and despite suffering under apartheid, she had always held onto the small flame of hope for better days. She entered the kitchen and saw her large family huddled around the TV, it's audio practically muted by their bodies. As she approached them, her eldest son quickly made everyone give way for her to sit on her preferred chair right by the TV, confused she sat on the hand crafted loveseat before turning her attention to the screen.

".... And today, as Premier of the South African Socialist Republic, I am proud to announce a referendum for our nation... To join the Syndicalist Union that is the Central African Union, and join the rest of our African brethren in unifying Africa under one banner. Under a banner of unity and strength..."

Now here she was, the first ballot box she'd seen in over 40 years. In front of her was a small group of soldiers and volunteer poll workers, holding out boxes for ballots as they were being handed in. She looked at the ballot once again, as if making sure it was real and not some cruel dream, and felt the swell of emotions come back. She walked up to the ballot box, her hands being carful not to crumple the piece of paper, and with one motion she slipped it into the box, sealing her choice. She could hear her family cheering in the back, followed by the cheering of others as they started to file in to vote as well. In her mind this was the beginning of something new, that this was the light at the end of the tunnel but in reality it was much more than just that. This was the beginning of a New Africa.

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Premier's Estate, Kroptokina, CAU
1:54pm

Premier Amelia Armstrong was a patient woman, but today was the day her patience finally broke. Her office was a mess of bodies; reporters, politicians, local leaders and union leaders alike all gathered in the Premier's office but she could care less of them. Her eyes was affixed to the TV that was broadcasting the results both nationally and internationally. A simple question was presented to the citizens of the SASR, and now she waited for how they responded: Shall the South African Socialist Republic be introduced into the Central African Union. Here in the CAU a similar question was asked of it's citizens: Should the Central African Union introduce the South African Socialist Republic into the Union, creating the 27th, 28th, 29th, and 30th state. The CAU had already held that vote, which came to a overwhelming Yes vote (307,892,000 to 23,684,000), and flags were already being made in anticipation, even a stage was being constructed outside of the estate. But that was the least of her concerns, as she had been spending the past few months coordinating the conversion of South African markets, infrastructure, education system and the creation of new local unions for South Africa, Lesotho, Eswatini, and Botswana. Her hair, which was a pure tone of black had started to gain a few sprinkles of salt as white streaks began to appear due to stress, but it was all for this... She thought to herself as the results continued to come in...

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Cape Town, SASR
4:30pm

Isabeau polished the table at her local café she was a worker at, alongside a few other coworkers that were casually humming a song of unity; Isabeau was a white woman, working alongside the native Africans who not to long ago would be seen as breaking the law for working alongside her. She stood up and stretched as a few military jets flew high up in the sky, the air roaring loud with the sound of their engines.

"A lot of military today... Is it for the election?" She asked, looking at one of her co-workers, Abe, who stopped polishing and to look back at her.

"Oh yeah, they're just making sure everything stays safe. Never know what them Boers are up to." She sighed a little but nodded, sitting down in a chair as the owner of the café came out with coffee and biscuits for everyone else. "What you think of all this? You're going to be losing your special status and everything," Isabeau scoffed at the idea and laughed.

"Please, the Boers already hated me because I'm not Christian and fought for equality... In reality this is what I've always wanted, and I guess my job of working for it won't stop once the CAU takes over." She took a sip of her coffee, "I'll be working to mend the damage my people have done, even if they hated me, because that's the path we must take in order to fix what was broke." Abe took note of her comment and chuckled a little as he took a bite from the biscuit. They watched as the day grew older, and as the results came in nationally people started to flood the streets with celebration. The café stayed open, and it was the first time in her lifetime she saw both black and white South Africans celebrating together, sharing drinks, cigars and tears as emotions ran high. Isabeau fanned an already drunk woman who had passed out inside the cafe when her boss came out with a bottle of water and a bottle of gin.

"Isabeau, care for a drink?" The boss, an older woman named Natalie, sat down beside the Isabeau and the drunk. Isabeau filtered some water in the woman's mouth before dragging her inside the cafe to rest, when she came back she sat back down to the old white woman to share some drinks. "Ah... Haven't seen the roads these alive since the government surrendered... We live in very interesting times missy." She poured Isabeau some gin in a shot glass as the two women exchanged thoughts.

"You looking forward to it? I know you were around before apartheid and the first war." The woman shrugged, taking a shot and sighing in relief.

"Listen, I think at this point my opinion doesn't matter... Our people gave these negros a rough go, I say it's their turn to determine where the country goes. All we can do is be there to support them and voice our opinions, but it is not their job to listen, as we didn't." Isabeau recoiled from the gin, coughing slightly, and Natalia laughed at the 22 year old who struggled to handle her alcohol. "But soon they'll be refiguring our country from the ground up, I might not be your boss for much longer... But hey, whatever comes we greet it with open arms...." She poured another shot as Isabeau finished recovering and held up her glass.

"and smiling faces!" She yelled out and slammed another shot.

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Bloemfontein, SASR
9:15pm

Joseph adjusted his tie, patting the sweat from his brow as he entered the chambers of Parliament, which was louder than it's ever been. Politicians were exchanging bottles of champagne and lit cigars as they awaited the results to finalize, which was why he was here. He was followed by two armed guards, and with a slight haste he quickly made his way to the podium, in his hands was briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. The hall fell silent as they all noticed him, waiting with baited breath as he opened the briefcase and produced a small envelope.

"To all the members of Parliament, I welcome you! Today, the people of South Africa have spoken!" There was a roar of cheering that was almost deafening, but Joseph powered through as he continued to talk into the podium's speaker. "Today! This nation carves a new path!" He opens the envelope, sealed with gold tinted wax and embellished with gold foil. A bit extra... He thought with a smile as he read the results. "The people of South Africa were asked... Yes! or No! To join the Central African Union! And I am Proud To Announce! That 35 million South Africans have voted... To join the Central African Union!" He held up the envelope and the deafening cheer grew louder as it came from not only inside the halls of Parliament but the crowd of people huddled outside building...

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Central News Network
The Truth Will Prevail.
October 4th, 1990
10:45pm

"Good Night I'm Christopher Ingolo." "And I'm Julia LeBlanc, this is Central News Network with tonight's headlines... Our main story, the South African Socialist Republic, as of 9:15 has officially joined the Central African Union, with an overwhelming majority of the nation voted in a national referendum initiated by Premier Nelson Mandela. South Africa and the Central African Union have held a rough past, but as of today that all goes away as the nation now becomes one with the Union." "Yes as of today, the republic adds in four more states. Botswana, Estwani, Lesotho and South Africa join to be the 27th, 28th, 29th and 30th states, and will take the rest of the year to fully incorporate them into the CAU's framework."

"Speaking of the CAU, with the introduction of the SASR, the name "Central African Union" will officially be retired and a new name will be given now as Premier Armstrong delivers a speech. Here we go live to our correspondent in front of the Premier's Estate...

"Today marks a new age of African Politics!" Amelia shouts into the microphone in front a crowd infront of her estate on the stage that was built. Behind her was the CAU's flag along with the IWW's party logo and other communist iconography. "Today! The people of South Africa will once again have a voice! Today we revive the once great democracy and strengthen it with the blood of our men and women! We send a message to the world, that the old ways of the CAU are now over! A new age of Syndicalism awaits us, and the world will join us in tow!.. We are not socialists because it is easy, we are socialists because we know that it is the right thing to do... I wish my predecessor was here to see this, but the spirit of Xavier Leke watches over us! He is proud of all of us, the old socialists who fought and died for our right to be free of oppression smile at us from heaven! And as god as my witness, I will lead all of you to glory and victory! So to the Central African Union I bid you farewell!" The CAU's flag is released, revealing the new flag underneath it. "I say welcome to the Union of African Syndicalist Republics!"

by **Galasie** » Sat Jan 23, 2021 7:35 pm

October 5, 1990
Veraveux, Galasie

"After a month of tense debate and campaigning, a first round of elections is scheduled to be held this weekend for President of the Moderate Group. Today, the candidates made their last pitches to their party and registered Moderate Group party members are expected to get the ballots this weekend, counting is scheduled to wrap up for the first round around Wednesday and a second ballot shipped out in time for a second round with the top two by next weekend. Here to speak with us on the matter is Professor Luc Fontanet, chairman of the Political Science Department of the University of Veraveux. Thank you for being here Doctor."

"Thank you for having me."

"Professor, can you explain why this election has been so heated and uncertain compared to the 1986 Republican leadership election or 1989 National Alliance election?"

"Well...the simplest answer is because of the circumstances surrounding the creation of the group itself, The Alliance and Republicans both have factions within their party that have competing concerns and those can become irreconcilable. Look at the Radicals and right-wing of the Moderates as examples of groups leaving the party. But at the end of the day, these factions hold similar core beliefs. I mean, the Radicals vote with the Republicans about 60% of the time.

"In contrast, the Moderates are largely united by the fact that they oppose the Republicans' leftism and The Alliance's rightism. That is not to say that they do not have policies or beliefs. But when it comes to controversial or tenuous issues, the divisions are clear. They are not sure if they are a liberal, centrist, moderate-right party or what. The campaigns and final speeches of the candidates shows this best. Vice-President Fabron made a closing speech here in Veraveux, calling for the party to be a real alternative to both parties with people and business interests being considered, classic liberal centrism as Jourdain advocated. Vice-President Charpentier made her speech in Vlous, a small and historically important town to advocate for 'the rights of 'work, family, and homeland', a clear attempt to court the rural and Rhine former-Alliance voting base that tenuously support the Moderates. Senator Janvier made his speech to a group of wealthy businessmen, calling for deregulation and a more pro-business government. Finally, Mayor Delacroix also made a showing in Veraveux to appeal to college students to register and vote in the election by promising to make the party a party of the future, calling for less government, but also for social justice, the new liberalism or 'Third Way', that is making waves. Each of them is giving a different message and vision of where they want the party to go. They do have some common themes like roundly condemning the threat of Communism that they say has been on the rise this year from events of South Africa and Brazil."

"And why is this all happening now? Why was this not an issue when Jourdain was President of the Moderate Group?"

"Well, it was. It was just hidden. Jourdain was a respected elder statesmen that the party could rally around. In many cases, he would balance the interests and keep the party united around a common goal of electoral victory and moderation. And Jourdain really was the face of the party. Between his death and now, the party has dropped ten points in the polls and most of those gains have gone to the Republicans. Not because of an ideological conviction, but because a large percentage of voters want stability more than anything. Jourdain may not have been in the current government, but he had been around for decades, people felt like they could trust him to stabilize things. He was a deal-maker, even the Republicans came to him for help when they needed votes. A fair portion of voters wanted him as Prime Minister or a junior partner in a coalition just for that. With him gone, the Moderates are really going to have to define themselves and what they stand for. And this election will be the first step for that."

"Thank you Professor, we hope to have you on again in a couple of weeks to discuss the results and what might be next."

by **Neo Rome Republic** » Sat Jan 23, 2021 8:22 pm

The Peoples' Issue

In conjunction with last month's announcement of a change of policy to accommodate the changing times and the Intermarium need to adapt in conjunction with upholding its values, the Intermarian government has decided to take an overhaul to its military. Less of a purely defense focused approach and more of a broader approach in which it can both defense and intervene further as needed to defend "sovereignty at home and humanitarian, sonacist values aboard". This will a more organized military and a greater focus on the military once again. Focusing more actively and externally rather than passively and internally. The President had this to say on the policy change: "I believe it is clear that the Intermarium can no longer sit on the sidelines. Chaos in Brazil, annexation in South America, unrest in China, unrest in the Balkans, we must stand ready to do our part for the world in these times of crisis. We must not only be a voice in a sea of nations, but the universal nation leading humanity. We must speak not softly, but with a thunderous and righteous while holding the sword of true justice! The sword of swift and terrible judgement. We must be the sword of the human race. Acting on those universal values that hold all to account. So under the direction of Defense Minister Lukashenko, we shall begin the initiative to overall the military and before the years end, everything will be accounted for. The military is no longer on an idle sea, an "autopilot' of peaceful times. But it must be the sword and shield of humanity. Of our universal nation and all oppressed peoples. The Intermarian nation, its peoples, and the peoples of the world must come to stand together against injustice and tyranny. Our reorganization efforts shall be the bedrock of this crusade. This sacred mission, we shall reorganize and stand at the ready. All shall know our names and our cause will be resolute, for it is just. It is the sword of justice itself. The sword of Sonacism, the sword of the universal nation, the sword of all peoples and the world. We hear your cries, friends and neighbors, suffering masses, and hopeful youth. We have come, to bring peace. Be it by the shield or by the sword. By however far our hand can reach, we will now play our part. The time for words is over, the time for effort, organization, and renewed action is now! Hail Sona!"

by **Dakya** » Sun Jan 24, 2021 10:15 am

5th of October 1990

Following the events in Brazil, the Council has decided that investments must be made in order to increase the influence of the nation.

The Agricultural sector was the one that needed an improvement the most. It was decided that new technologies will be implemented and that the are assigned for for agriculture will be increased.
In order to use the resources that will be generated, investments in production will also be made.

GCU invests 5 points in Crop Sustainability, 5 points in Livestock Sustainability and the rest of 2.5255 points will be invested in Production

by **Ismeil** » Sun Jan 24, 2021 3:48 pm

High Seas Camaraderie

6th of October, 1990
^{17th of Rebiülevvel, 1411}

5.6 Nautical Miles off the Coast of Tunisia. 0600 Hrs.

The Mediterrenean coast could be described as nothing but paradisiacal, the cool breeze of the sea, the warm sun coating the skyline from East to West. It may not be tropical fantasy dreamt in modernity, it nevertheless is incomparable to anywhere else in Europe or Africa. Coastal villas and resorts line the beaches of either side of the inland sea, a sea with as much traffic as the typical highways that criss-cross further inland. In the midst of all this luxury and wealth, there are those who exploit the vastness of the azure sea water for more nefarious purposes.

It is not uncommon to find criminal organizations hijacking commercial lanes for their illegal wares, no matter what they are. But where there are gaps, there are more defenders. In the constant battle against outlaws, all Coast Guards alike find themselves tracking down international smugglers all across the horizon, speeding from point to point in hopes of intercepting their operations and catching the perpetrators swiftly and decisively.

Today was no different, the Maritime Security Authority, Ismeil’s coast guard, were tipped off by a smuggling ring set up by the Italian Mafia. This relationship between local ismeili smuggling and the italian mafia had long been suspected but lacking sufficient leverage no operation had yet been executed. This time, however, a radio communication was intercepted by local Tunis Police Forces. With pretext given and reason to begin, the MSA and the Italian Coast Guard began Operation Frank…

”Suspect vessel spotted!” Those were the first words of a very quiet morning, upon the rising of the sun. On the horizon they spotted a large fishing trawler, lacking any of the fishing equipment expected of such a vessel. It didn’t take long for the Albay to leave his quarters, as the call wrung the salty air, picking up the radio on the bridge he began a general alert signal. “All Vessels, All Vessels. This is Mike Foxtrot Oscar. Suspect has been identified. I repeat, Suspect has been identified. Standby for SALTUR. Over.” ÖOG-00, callsign MFO, commanded by Albay Azad İbrahim Efendi, would begin approach. Whilst the communication was directed at all vessels, including the Italians, only the Ismeilis responded noting the necessity to keep the smugglers unaware of their presence.

MFO began its approach, picking up speed as it neared the smuggler ship. It was not long before the white vessel was also spotted by the smugglers, as they began to speed away towards Sicily. “All Vessels, All Vessels. This is Mike Foxtrot Oscar. Beginning SALTUR relay. Over.” With each sentence, Azad paused, relaying each section of information twice. Each speedboat adjusting direction in order to corral the smugglers into the trap. Besides MFO, two smaller vessels began to outflank the Fishing Trawler, callsigns MYK and MKK, carrying one fireteam each. “Mike Foxtrot Oscar. This is Mike Yankee Kilo. Setting course 62 degrees North-North West. Beginning Flanking Maneuver. Over.” as quickly as the message relayed, it was answered. “Copy that, Mike Yankee Kilo.”

Azad stared down the suspect vessel. He needed a score for his career to continue. His palms were sweaty and he could not allow the enemy out of his sight, constantly attentively relaying updates on the situation. An international operation like this was exactly what he needed. Prestige and good regards from higher ups that would move him forward in life. But the time had come, there was no other time to begin. The coded message was relayed. “All Vessels, All Vessels. Let us be FRANK.” And with that, all that was left was for the Italians to close the gap.

”Steady, boys.” Tenente Gaia Ferrari mumbled, hand firmly on the steering wheel. The San Lorenzo, a Conte Class patrol vessel, was sent on a joint Italian-Ismeili mission to intercept smugglers headed between Tunisia and Sicilia. The mafiosi on Sicilia had reportedly set up an intricate smuggling network between the two shores, transporting everything from narcotics to weapons between the two nations. All that was needed was significant evidence to capture and convict the smugglers once and for all, and bring their operations to a grinding halt.

The decks stayed quiet, as the coast guard officers waited silently in anticipation. The plan was for the MSA to drive the smugglers into a trap, sprung by the Italians. The Coast Guard Officers stayed silent, save for the odd loading of an M16’s magazine, or the inserting of a final slug into a Benelli. The Italians had every intention of taking the smugglers alive, but if armed resistance from the smugglers would be too much too take without lethal force, the Italians were prepared for that route.

Out of nowhere, the radio hummed to life. The suspected smugglers, in a lone trawler, had picked up on the trap. They were making a run for it. Tenente Ferrari hastily barked a chain of orders. ”Ufficiale DeSanti, maneuver the ship to cut off the trawler! Ufficiali Gallo and Cerise, man the forward machine gun on the bow, aim for the engine. Ufficiale Giordano, order the boarding party to prepare for contact!” The San Lorenzo moved quickly to spring the trap that had been carefully laid for the smugglers. On board, a twelve man boarding party braced for contact as the San Lorenzo sliced through the waters. Within seconds, the ship was in position, standing between the trawler and it’s only possible escape route. Now, the trawler was trapped, surrounded by a ring of Italian and Ismeili steel. For the suspected smugglers, it was to be a bad day. For the law enforcement officers from Ismeil and Italy, however, today would be a major success.

There was naught much they could do any longer. The Ismeili speed boats surrounded them from the Southwest and Southeast edging them into a corner, the Italians closing the pocket to their immediate North, the smugglers were surrounded. Even though the smuggler captain seethed with rage, it was too late, their Engine was blasted off by the Italian weaponry and returning fire would be suicide. As quickly as the engagement began, the outlaws surrendered, raising an SOS flag in light of their situation.

The Italians were first to board the vessel, the squad of coast guard officers boarding after the San Lorenzo launched a grappling hook onto the deck of the trawler, reeling the catch in. Sergente Mario Caruso, ex-Marine from Italy’s Royal Navy and an operator for Italy’s national intelligence agency, quickly boarded the ship.

”Guns on the ground, NOW!” Sergente Caruso bellowed, bringing his Benelli up to his shoulder as a lone smuggler reached for a handgun. The smugglers obliged, slowly placing their firearms on the old wooden deck of the ship and raising their hands in the air. Sergente Caruso’s officers moved quickly, confiscating the smuggler’s weapons and handcuffing the smugglers. The captain was the last to be disarmed, emerging from the cabin and meekly offering his revolver to the Sergeant. Caruso, in a brief but gruff tone, snatched the gun from the captain’s hand, making it a point to accidentally whack the captain in the gut with the stock of his shotgun as he turned sharply to walk away, sending the captain to his knees, only to be handcuffed by another Coast Guard Officer.

”Lombardo, Russo, Galtieri, keep an eye on our friends. The rest of you are on me. Let’s take a look at what goodies our friends have for us.” Sergente Caruso remarked, gesturing to the hold of the trawler.

As the officers moved to the interior of the ship to begin their inspection, Tenente Ferrari boarded the trawler. ”Excellent work, Mario. Have the guests locked up on the San Lorenzo and keep having the squad go through the cargo. We’re turning over the cargo to the Ismeilis, so try not to damage anything.” Sergente Caruso nodded and walked off, mumbling something to the extent ”I’ll try.”

As they spoke, an officer carried a large wooden crate out from the hull, dumping it on the ground. Tenente Ferrari and Sergente Caruso, curious, approached the crate and pried it open, despite the creaking protests from the wood. Many of the other crates were being opened to find all kinds of questionable products, including small arms most likely acquired through the black market, to narcotics, and even counterfeit currency from both Ismeil and Italy. The contents of this crate, however, were the most disturbing: counterfeit alcohol. The crate was filled to bursting, holding cheap knock offs of everything from Italy’s finest wines and top tier Galasian champagne, all labeled as if they were the authentic product.

You, stronzo!” Sergente Caruso bellowed, singling out the captain. Just as he thought he had escaped the worst, now the captain was now being stared down by the mountain of a man that was the sergeant. With haste, Caruso grabbed the captain by the collar, dragging him to the railing of the trawler and holding him just over the edge, the captain squirming under his grasp. ”You have thirty seconds to tell me where you got this filth starting twenty eight seconds ago! Talk, stronzo! Unless you want to go for a swim!”

The captain stammered a bit, apparently not fond of the salt water splashing against the back of his head. ”Talk, god damn it!” Caruso roared again, shaking the captain. ”We....we….we got it off of some dealers based in U.A.S.R! There’s a whole facility in downtown Lagos, they produce all kinds of illicit counterfeits and pass them off for top dollar products. It’s in the backhalls of an old factory called the Worker’s Brewery, that’s their public front. That’s all I know, I swear!” the captain sputtered, bracing to meet the salty water head first.

With a gruff nod, Caruso spared the captain from his salty demise, opting to toss the captain across the deck, sending the captain rolling across the wooden boards. Making eye contact with one of his officers, he made a simple remark: ”Put the trash in the can.” The officer obliged, picking up the disheveled captain and hauling him off to the brig. Without second thought, Caruso picked up the crate with ease, waltzing to the edge of the deck. With a grunt, Caruso tossed the entire crate overboard, it’s horrifying content being sent to the bottom of the sea. Some stronzi just want to see the world burn.” Caruso mumbled to himself, picking up his Benelli.

Not long after the italians, Azad himself, along with one of the Fireteams joined the Italians on the Trawler. The Albay, in his white naval dress clearly distinct from the grey masked uniforms of the fireteam that accompany him. Stepping on to the ship, he hailed the Italian commander with a salute. “Ek-tselent vork Sher-gente” Azad’s voice was laced with a thick accent. However he seemed relaxed, as if weight had been thrown off of him after the success of the operation.

Though when they entered, they were greeted by the Italian sergeant interrogating the perpetrators. Quite furiously in fact. The Ismeili Fireteam went around confiscating the cargo on the trawler. “Kh-uaite the show you put up Sher-gente.” Azad gave a bit of a hearty laugh at the whole spectacle.

Sergente Caruso quickly turned. ”Good to see you as well, Captain. Excellent work cutting off our friends here from escape as well, if I might add.” The Sergeant’s tone had taken a near 180 degree rotation. When not in the heat of the moment, the Sergente could be quite the relaxed man, his years of service in the Royal Marine Corps and national intelligence service molding his calm nature post-action.Gesturing to the crates the Ismeilis were hauling off, he added: ”There’s your prize. Well, except for one crate, we can just say that one ….. hmmmm …. got ... destroyed on accident…”

Azad was surprised by the quick difference in attitude of Sergeant Caruso. But nevertheless it was a job well done after all. “Hahah I must shai, you praise us but we both earned this victory.” The Albay nodded at one of his soldiers in the fire team, noting the crate that was thrown off. “Bah do not vorry about that, y’know how Ismail is like. Nothin-ghe of value vas lost. Besides, all of this is more than enough proof.” In spite of his very official dress, Azad seemed to be a very informal person. “I hope ve vill have time to tselebrate after this inveshtigation is over.”

”I hope so too, Captain.” Sergente Caruso motioned. ”Today was a good day. Only God knows how many lives that we’re saving today by taking these damn guns and drugs off the streets. We saved some lives, got to kick some ass, and it’s not even time for la colazione, let alone pranzo. I hope we can work together again real soon, we seem to do pretty damn well when we’re on the same mission.”

At this point, Tenente Ferrari returned, several shots of espresso in hand. Handing one off to the Sergente, she offered one to the Ismeili captain. ”Per tu, captain. Salute.”

“Ah, teşekkür, Tenente. Şerefe.” Azad raised his shot to commemorate with Ferrari. “And to long lastin-ghe proshperitai!”

by **Itasna** » Sun Jan 24, 2021 4:31 pm

Una Ferita Curativa

Sao Paolo, Brazil

This heat was intolerable, in the best case scenario, as the tropical sun beat down onto the pavement below. The only minor reprisal was the occasional breeze that drifted in from the southern Atlantic ocean. The city had been designated as the main city of operation for the Divisione Bersaglieri Garibaldi, which were only the finest of the Italian Army. The Bersaglieri had been deployed to Brazil as part of an international peacekeeping effort after a communist revolt and the unprovoked invasion launched by the Colombians, alongside many other nations, including longtime allies of the Italians, the Tarazedians and Amalians.

Major General Augusto Mariani stepped out into the street, emerging from his temporary headquarters in the old Sao Pedro Hotel, in the downtown of the city. Major General Mariani was the senior commanding officer of the Bersaglieri Garibaldi, and was placed in charge of the Italian peacekeeping contingent in Brazil by President Provenza. His wide brimmed hat had thankfully blotted out the painful and unforgiving sun that would have otherwise have beaten down on his head. Even after spending nearly his whole life in the heat of southern Italy, this tropical weather was a new breed of warm weather, a kind he’d probably never get used to.

“You a’right?” came a voice from further down the street, seemingly coming from the inside of a lightly armoured Tarazedian land cruiser, there was a short pause before the source of the voice stuck his head out, revealing the sunbeaten face of Major General Renald “Renny” Chaderston, “Look a little downtrodden today Mariani.”

General Chaderston was quite the character to be around, treading the line between eccentric and naturally resourceful, traits which carried over into his command style. He was generally viewed positively by the troops under his command and didn’t have issues befriending officers from the LFN armies which had arrived to aid peacekeeping efforts.

“Ciao, Major General Chaderston!” Mariani exclaimed, his right hand quickly forming a salute to acknowledge the Tarazedian. “I wouldn’t say downtrodden per se. I think a more appropriate term would be stifling. The ever so balmy summers of the tropics are quite refreshing, for the mind, soul, and body after all.”

Mariani removed his wide brimmed hat for a moment, the capercaillie plume dancing in a sudden breeze. Mariani, though a career officer in the army, was a popular leader amongst many of his soldiers, including everyone from his general staff, to the everyday soldati, and even the foreign allies that worked alongside the Italians in the field.

The Amalian command element to the UN peacekeeping force of the 101st Airborne pulled up to the headquarters building at the old Sao Pedro Hotel the 101st having been in the country for a couple of days now. The commander MG J.G. Peay stepped out of the Humvee that brought him here with the rest of command element following suit behind him walking over to the Italian MG and Tarazedian MG, greeting them both. “MG Mariani, MG Chaderston, pleasure to meet you both at least, though I wish under better circumstances.” He stopped looking around for a second, “Then in this mess in Brazil.”

“You say stifling Mariani, and I say refreshing,” Chaderston replied with a smirk before turning to face the newly arrived humvee, “MG Peay, welcome to the jungle. It does tend to get chaotic here, ‘specially when the commies are involved.”

“Ciao, Major General Peay,” Mariani replied. “I concur, it’s a shame we couldn’t meet under any better circumstances beyond the chaos that is Brazil. Next thing we know, they’ll be sending us off to another far flung corner of the planet to keep the peace.”

“Well here is to this being the only time we need to do it then” Peay replied.

“I concur,” Mariani nodded. “Hopefully the first shall be the last.”

“I wish,” Chaderston concurred with a sad smile, “But I’m sure we all know that this deployment won’t be the last.”

“I concur,” MG Mariani concurred solemnly. “The damned communists are always making messes that we’re stuck cleaning up.”

“I can only pray that while our peacekeeping efforts continue here, the Brazilian people wisen to the communist schemes of unrest and reject them wholeheartedly in an election,” Chaderston paused, “My lads are set to police the jungle roads from Rio to the capital. I assume you all are prepared to work in tandem from your respective sectors?”

“Si, the Bersaglieri will be patrolling the city of Sao Paolo itself. Our engineering and supply units will be repairing what infrastructure we can and distribute supplies to the civilian residents of the area.”

Peay nodded the “101st will be on stand-by for any possible attacks that they might try, on our forces. Along with moving supplies to where it is needed for you MG Mariani.”

“Very well. Good luck, gentlemen,” MG Mariani. “And grazie, M.G Peay. We appreciate the extra support. Likewise, feel free to contact me if the 101st needs any extra support. Same for you, M.G Chaderston.”

Authors Are: Tarazed, Terra Frima, and the Supreme Lord of all the Pastas and Pizzas.

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