The Reformation: Recovering from the Cataclysm (IC)

[Charoskania]

As the Imperials were busying away with the Polynesians. Another LRT Transmission would arrive and notify them.

"Oh for God's sake...." He said.

Without any more hesitation, the Message would be played out. The Origin of the Message would be around the Australian Continent.

“Dear Svenska- Britannia, our best wishes go out to your nation. We come to our great and glorious nation to ask would you care to form an alliance with us. I believe that with the combined forces of both of our armies, we could restore the British empire, and conquer what was ours to begin with. I do insist that you may consider this deal.

From, Jackie Williamson”

Charles and Grace went silent for a few moments before...

"What the fuck did i just hear?" He questioned at the content of the Message.

"Genial, una solicitud de guerra en una conferencia de paz. Y tarde o temprano se pondrán del lado de la India." Juan Carlos mutters

[Tsarstvo Alyaski]

As Both Monarchs sat in their respective seats facing the Polynesians, Charles would be the first to speak.

"I am extremely sorry about that whole shenanigans that happened before your very eyes.." He formally stated out.

The reactions of the Polynesians were still as to the same emotions that they had earlier...Fear and Shock.

Having anticipated such a response from them, Grace spoke after him.

"It really seems that the Americans are eager to antagonize us in every possible way. I just wished they didn't.." She followed up with Charles' statement.

"I will cut the Trade Agreement immediately.." He muttered out.

"Are you sure it is wise?" She questioned him.

"Yes, if they are willing to announce to those British Remnants that they would gladly spoil them in order to further antagonize us from the rest of the world..then it is a justifiable reason that we should cut all trade agreements from them ever.

Oh and no more American Vessels are allowed to stray near Svenska-Britannian Waters.." He sorted out his Decision.

One of the Diplomats made a note about that and inform the rest of the Government on the course of action.

As the Imperials were busying away with the Polynesians. Another LRT Transmission would arrive and notify them.

"Oh for God's sake...." He said.

Without any more hesitation, the Message would be played out. The Origin of the Message would be around the Australian Continent.

“Dear Svenska- Britannia, our best wishes go out to your nation. We come to our great and glorious nation to ask would you care to form an alliance with us. I believe that with the combined forces of both of our armies, we could restore the British empire, and conquer what was ours to begin with. I do insist that you may consider this deal.

From, Jackie Williamson”

Charles and Grace went silent for a few moments before...

"What the fuck did i just hear?" He questioned at the content of the Message.

As the Svenska-Britannics began to speak once more, her Gracious Chieftess, Malie Lea'ai could only muster up the strength to watch, and listen. The Polynesian dispatch would just be too shocked, too astounded... And too scared, at the message about the Socialist Republic of Australia, and the chaos that they had just witnessed to even contribute to it all.
Perhaps it was unprofessional, but Malie Lea'ai was in no state to care. She had just been attacked mentally by so many messages, and the feelings and thoughts that she would almost be in a state of paralysis, well metaphorically.

No response would be made, even as the Svenska-Britannics talk negatively about their allies in the Dominion of America... Nothing would come from the lips of the Polynesians, as even those who were still in a fit state would wait with continue professionalism for Malie Lea'ai to give them permission to speak first, with no intentions for them to do so themselves...

But, where it would be believe things could not get as hectic again, it does...
As the LRT in the room clicks and whirs as it recieves a message, a broadcast is sent out, filling the room with the grainy sound of speech. Here is what is said:

“Dear Svenska- Britannia, our best wishes go out to your nation. We come to our great and glorious nation to ask would you care to form an alliance with us. I believe that with the combined forces of both of our armies, we could restore the British empire, and conquer what was ours to begin with. I do insist that you may consider this deal.

From, Jackie Williamson”

As Charles von Roland, though recovering from his fit of rage is still energetic enough to throw in an explicative with his questioning, the Gracious Chieftess of South Polynesia would finally begin to come back to the world of the living. She is most obviously in a state of mental suffering, if the paleness of her skin wasn't a good enough hint to that.
She would mutter out quietly, almost too quietly for the Svenska-Britannics to even hear her:

Chieftess Malie Lea'ai
"The... The. Australians...
Jackie Williamson. Leads... A new Australian. Nation... They are. Socialist."

[Svenska-Britannia]

Silence dominated the entirety of the room for a certain amount of time. Just the sheer absence of sound alone is so deafening that one can hear his or her own heartbeats.

Charles inhaled a breath of fresh air before slowly exhaling it out.

"Socialists.." He darkly said.

"First it was the Soviets...and now....Australian Socialists?" He delivered it with a calm yet terrifyingly deep and dark voice.

For the Imperial Diplomats...the Chain holding the Monarch together just snapped.

They know that Charles has never been this Livid in his entire life.

Grace felt what fear was like...she knows how Charles works in all his phases of anger...


But this?


Constant chills ran down her spine, seeing as her Husband. Even though calm, delivered his statements in a terrifying voice that even she did not even hear all throughout her marriage with her beloved..

[Charoskania]

Juan Carlos looked at Grace.
"May i exit the room?" He asked, a little shocked and terrified

[Tsarstvo Alyaski]

Silence dominated the entirety of the room for a certain amount of time. Just the sheer absence of sound alone is so deafening that one can hear his or her own heartbeats.

Charles inhaled a breath of fresh air before slowly exhaling it out.

"Socialists.." He darkly said.

"First it was the Soviets...and now....Australian Socialists?" He delivered it with a calm yet terrifyingly deep and dark voice.

For the Imperial Diplomats...the Chain holding the Monarch together just snapped.

They know that Charles has never been this Livid in his entire life.

Grace felt what fear was like...she knows how Charles works in all his phases of anger...


But this?


Constant chills ran down her spine, seeing as her Husband. Even though calm, delivered his statements in a terrifying voice that even she did not even hear all throughout her marriage with her beloved..

As soon as her Gracious Chieftess Malie Lea'ai had muttered out those words, the room filled with the most unsettling of silences.
In some cases, there are silences where it is relaxing, revitalizing... Comforting. However, this was like the antithesis of that type of silence. It was like the room was suspended in limbo. In the deafening silence, even the sound of a pin falling to the ground would sound like the roar of a Tiger. This acted to be worse than anything the Polynesian Chieftess, or her colleagues could have ever expected. With exploding anger, the chaos prior, at the very least there was sound that could help flush out the noise of the thoughts and feelings that one's brains create...

Only after what felt like hours, though was most likely simply ten seconds of time... A noise would break the silence:

Charles von Roland
"Socialists.."

The way Charles had said that word, in such a overtly calm way, yet with an air of pure terror and darkness would serve to make anyone's skin crawl, not to mention the people who are already in a state of mental delirium, such as her Gracious Chieftess... The English Language, no, in fact no language on earth would bring justice to the absolute overpowering feelings Malie Lea'ai would feel at the time.
Finally, she would break. Though as silent as ever, salty tears of anguish would start falling down from her eyes and face to her lap or the floor like a waterfall...

However, considering the state of absolute hidden rage that the Svenska-Britannic monarch, Charles von Roland was in currently, one would be perhaps more surprised if the man tried to comfort Malie Lea'ai rather than continue with his rage...
And indeed he would... In the same terrifying, horrible voice as before, Charles would continue with:

Charles von Roland
"First it was the Soviets...and now....Australian Socialists?"

At this point, all of the Polynesian men and women in the room would be paralyzed by their minds. To them, looking at Charles von Roland would almost be like staring into the deathly maws of a creature in one's worst nightmares.
And once more, seconds would turn into hours...

... The Chieftess' mind could take no more, in a literal sense... Almost in slow motion, the room would had watched as Malie Lea'ai's pupils sink to the top of her head, and would fall to the floor of the room unconscious as her mind shuts her down, the body going limp...

[Stephaniesland]

Well, this was the room that the staff member told me to go to. Ah, it looks like a Polynesian guard is outside. This was to be quite an important moment for the young Nouveau Français bodyguard. Doing this would go a small way in integrating Nouvelle France into the Dominion, showing that the French and Anglos can get along. He went up to the guard.
"Excuse me, good sir. I've been sent by Supreme Protector Stephanie Cordarto to send a message to your Chieftess, for her ears only. The message is highly confidential and must not be sent to anyone else."

The Polynesian Guardsman, Atamu Kuresa would have taken himself out of the room, and the chaos of it at the earliest opportunity he could see to do so... He knows his duties, but he is currently in such a tizzy that he needs to step away from the chaos for a select number of minutes, before his mental state bursts.
He would lean his back up against the wall, not caring much about a professional posture... Thinking about so much in such little time, Atamu Kuresa would almost unintentionally completely ignore someone approaching him, marching towards the door and thus the Guardsman in a professional manner.

As the Nouveau Français guard, of the Dominion entourage gets within only a few metres distance from the Polynesian counterpart. And with that, he would say to Atamu, somehow completely unaware of his mental state, signified by the paleness of his face and body:

Dominion of America bodyguard
"Excuse me, good sir. I've been sent by Supreme Protector Stephanie Cordarto to send a message to your Chieftess, for her ears only. The message is highly confidential and must not be sent to anyone else."

The Polynesian Guardsman, Atamu Kuresa would look up from his gaze at the ground upon hearing the man speak... It might have become clear to the Bodyguard then how shaky mr Kuresa had become...
With an unintentional sigh escaping the Polynesian's lips, he would respond slowly and groggily, almost as if he was under the influence.

Guardsman Amatu Kuresa
"Wha... Oh, a message? Confidential. For the Chieftess' eyes and ears only?
Urm... She is. Occupied currently, sir... I do not know if she is in any, urm. State to receive your message currently... I apologise."

Kurt was rather disappointed by the reply but did his best not to show it.
"Of course. I shall come back later when she is available. However, do tell her that it has to do with the location of certain diplomats."
With that, Kurt promptly returned back to the Supreme Protector's suite to update her on the situation.

[Svenska-Britannia]

The sheer sight of the Chieftess falling to the floor snapped the Imperial Diplomats out of their Fear-Induced trance.

Immediately, they snapped into action as acting Field Medics and lifted her up gently.

"One, two, three!" One of the Diplomats counted out before the group lifted her from the floor.

"Where is the room of Her Grace?" Another Imperial Diplomat asked to one of the Polynesian Envoys..

[Tsarstvo Alyaski]

The sheer sight of the Chieftess falling to the floor snapped the Imperial Diplomats out of their Fear-Induced trance.

Immediately, they snapped into action as acting Field Medics and lifted her up gently.

"One, two, three!" One of the Diplomats counted out before the group lifted her from the floor.

"Where is the room of Her Grace?" Another Imperial Diplomat asked to one of the Polynesian Envoys..

The Polynesians would have finally made sound, as they watched as their superior, the Chieftess of Polynesia faint from the mental overload... Gasps of surprise, shock and concern would escape their mouths, and before they could even do anything to help the unconscious Malie Lea'ai, the Svenska-Britannic diplomats came to her aid in a heartbeat.
They would have watched as, with a command and an exertion of force, the group got ahold of the Chieftess, and lifted her from the ground...

For the Polynesian Envoy, they would feel helpless and useless, compounding to the emotions they were already feeling... How could they not? They let foreigners come to the aid of their chieftess whereas they stood above her, gawking and doing absolutely nothing.
Only the quick, commanding question from one of the Svenska-Britannics would wake them. The diplomat in question would ask:

Svenska-Britannic diplomat
"Where is the room of Her Grace?"

Not missing a beat, a Polynesian counterpart would say with more instinct than perhaps anything else:

Polynesian envoy
"First floor, room number 7... I believe it is directly in the middle of the hallway."

[Union Princes]

"The important thing is not what they think of me, but what I think of them."
-Queen Victoria

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The Usual Suspects

It was certainly a pleasant welcome to hear that two familiar but ultimately different countries responded warmly to Emperor Henry's declaration. The Empire of Japan and Korea certainly gave hope for a bright future on the Asian continent. If the name meant anything, this Japan certainly showed more restraint than its predecessor 60 years ago. Even if their Imperial ambitions proved to be grander than the Imperial Federation, the Japanese-Koreans would have to chew their way through China and the Southeast to reach the borders of India. But for now, Emperor Henry was quick to send a reply to the dual monarchy thanking them for their openness. A delegation would be sent to immediately begin talks of trade and alliances.

However, the message from the former United States certainly gave the Imperial cabinet some pause. Of all the countries to fall back into autocracy, America was certainly the last place they had on their mind. But if the Dominion of America wanted to rekindle a friendship for old time's sake, Emperor Henry won't refuse. The Supreme Protector would also receive a message and delegation from the Imperial Federation to hammer out some deals. And since they desire a technological trade, the Imperial Federation would be proud to show off demonstrations of their Black Princes, Spitfires, and computers. But the most interesting thing the message had told them was information about their Birthright.

Sweden has taken the Home Isles.

"At least it's neither French nor German." The Emperor chuckled.

[Svenska-Britannia]

Immediately snapping into action, the Diplomats gently but quickly delivered the Chieftess out of the room and into the Personal Quarters of the Polynesian Official.

Hotel Staff were lightly pushed out of the way and excused as the rather shocking display of the Chieftess in an unconscious state certainly would bring news to the hotel.

Charles and Grace were not too far Behind, ever so concerned for the Safety and Health of their Polynesian aquaintance.

The Livgardet positioned themselves alongside the monarchs, but even they could not help but feel very uneasy due to the Grand Emperor's aura of Darkness and Loathing Hatred..


The Doors of the Suite would be opened and the Diplomats made their way toward the bed and gently laid down the Chieftess in her unconscious state.

But after a while, the Diplomats slowly poured out of the room to give space for the Polynesians. Only a single Imperial Diplomat remained to keep watch of her health and safety.

[Stephaniesland]

Diplomatic Suite, Hotel Excelsior
Kurt burst into the room sweating like a pig. Clearly, something was up.
"What is it, Kurt? How did the Chieftess respond to the message?"
"I'm afraid I wasn't able to get the message to her. The guard outside the room, looking rather unwell, said she wasn't in a state to receive messages. I also heard rather loud sounds coming from the room. On my way back, medics rushed past me running to the room. When I asked one of the staff what was happening, they told me that the Chieftess had fainted. She was taken back to her room."
"Good God. What could possibly have happened to have caused her to faint?"
"Umm, your benevolence. I also heard that she may have been meeting with the Swedes and Iberians, who had taken an LRT with them to the room."
"More and more questions. What transmission could possibly have been so bad to have caused her to faint?"
"I don't know, your benevolence."
"We need answers. Bribe a staff member to keep an eye on her. The moment she is awake, I want to talk with her."
"Yes, your benevolence."
Kurt rushed off to complete his task. This wasn't good. Clearly, something was going on on the international staff that she wasn't aware of. The Supreme Protector had to find out.

[Tsarstvo Alyaski]

South Polynesia: Update

Mission to Kyoto:

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The I.S Mana (The rechristened name for the recovered HMAS Petard), the ship of which Crown Prince 'Nga wai e rere ana' Loto Fele will be aboard, heading from the waters of the capital city of the 'Kiribati' state of South Polynesia: South Tarawa. A lieutenant of the 'Kiribati Flotilla', and the son of Emperor of all Polynesia, Makani, sir Loto Fele will take the Destroyer class ship across the Pacific ocean, in order to meet with the Japanese of the 'Sunrise Empire' in Kyoto.

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"Polynesia Governmental Offices building, Nuku'alofa, Tonga Islands, South Polynesia to the I.S Mana, South Tarawa, State of Kiribati, South Polynesia.
Good day to whomever receives this. If it is his honour, Crown Prince Loto Fele of whom I am speaking to, then hello to you... If not, then could the person whom is receiving this dispatch relay whatever it is I have to say to the Crown Prince, please? I am Ionatana Tuitama, the Temporary Chieftain of South Polynesia.

I apologise to you, Loto Fele that your father, Emperor Makani could not have sent this message to you personally. He is already in an ocean liner, heading to Papa'ete in order to help resolve the situation that the Polynesian state of Tōtaiete mā is facing currently. As such, it is my duty to inform you that South Polynesia is ready to send you, and your entourage away to Kyoto, in order to begin personal contact with his greatness, Emperor Akihito of the 'Sunrise Empire'.
I would not need to remind you of how important this dispatch will be to our nation, no? Becoming allies with our northern, Vasa Tele neighbor would be instrumental in securing South Polynesia's safety and independence in this brave new world. Understand that with your help in establishing the necessary relations with Japan will help our great nation enter a golden age... No pressure (*Short, friendly chuckle*)

I wish you the best in your journey, Crown Prince. May our gods accompany you through the great Vasa Tele waters, and to Kyoto. Good luck to you!"

Recently, it has come to our attention that an envoy, aboard the old, prideful destroyer I.S Mana has set sail from it's port in South Tarawa to meet with the Japanese within the 'Sunrise Empire' in the historic city of Kyoto.
On board will be numerous naval personnel, including a contingent of personal guard, a diplomatic dispatch, respected governmental members from South Tarawa meant to guide the main individual of the dispatch, sir 'Nga wai e rere ana' Loto Fele, Crown Prince of South Polynesia in his dealings with the 'Sunrise Empire'.

At 11:43 on this day, the anchor of the I.S Mana was raised from the coral and sand seabed surrounding the capital city of the Kiribati State, South Tarawa, and began it's voyage across Vasa Tele towards the Island of Honshu, deep within the northern reaches of the ocean.
From what we could gather, this event was spurred on due to 'Unconfirmed threats to South Polynesian interests'. South Polynesia hopes that further cooperation with the Japanese could provide the nation with a valuable ally, and as such a great deterrent to any potential instigators of warfare against our peaceful nation.

As of now, we have little else to report on about the matter, but we shall make sure to update our listeners and readers at frequent individuals about the event. For now, we shall wish his honour Loto Fele a safe journey, and a successful diplomatic meeting within Kyoto.

Contact made with an Australian civilization...

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"Polynesia Governmental Offices Building, Nuku'alofa, Tonga Islands, South Polynesia to Canberra, Australian Capital Territory, Socialist Republic of Australia.
Good day to you, Jackie Williamson of the Socialist Republic of Australia. I am temporary Chieftain Ionatana Tuitama, of the Union of South Polynesia. I apologise, but her Gracious Chieftess, Malie Lea'ai is currently occupied with a diplomatic summit in the Trenakan German capital of Munich, in order to help with two powerful nations of our time come to a peace treaty with eachother after a brisk war. And as such, I must answer your call instead of her...

Now then, onto studying your message... With all due respect, sir Williamson, our nations have hardly, if at all came into contact with one another until this very moment, and so to request that South Polynesia relinquishes a large, and important landmass to the SRA, even for the offer of gold is... Well, rather surprising... And that is to put it in the politest way I can think of.
Listen to me, Williamson. South Polynesia is willing to cooperate with the Socialist Republic of Australia, but introducing your nation to us by issuing such a bold request as you had done is not the way to do it. I suggest that the two of our nations keep in close communication with eachother so we both have the opportunity to become known to eachother a little better before such important trades, diplomatic talks and the such are made.
As a gesture of goodwill, I invite an Australian envoy to make a dispatch to our capital city of Nuku'Alofa in the near future, when his highness Makani of all Polynesia returns from his visit to Tahiti island. Either that, or South Polynesia could arrange for a diplomatic envoy to be sent to Canberra should you be unable to meet us within our lands.

If it is the safety of your fellow Anglo - Australians within Tasmania that you worry about, allow me to soothe your mind. Everyone within the South Polynesian territory of Tasmania are equal to eachother... The Palawa Australian Aboriginals, the Anglo - Australians and the new arrivals in us Polynesians live in complete harmony with one another, working together as one people to bring the island to prosperity and fortune.

However, I understand that my word alone would not be good enough for you to believe... I would invite you personally to a tour of Tasmania, and how South Polynesia is doing it's best to improve the lives, infrastructure and overall power of Tasmania. Already, we have seen successes in revitalising the cities and towns of Hobart, Launceston and Devonport from the ruins of a bygone area to their Pre - Cataclysmic glory. In addition, perhaps you would like to see the second Capital of Tasmania as well, Tauranga Faingamālie. It proves to be the prime example of humanitarian colonialism, a town which, though built by Polynesians, accepts everyone from all different ethnicities.
As a matter of fact, the people of Tasmania are celebrating currently, as their lands recently got promoted from possession to territory, given local rule from the city councils of Aotearoa.

If you wish to take a look at the state of Tasmania, should you wish to ease your thoughts, please simply state a time of which you, or one of your trusted colleagues wish to visit the island, and we in South Polynesia will accommodate it.
Though your initial assessment of us South Polynesians may be of suspicion and worry, I can promise you that we are not a force to be feared. And if I can help prove the fact to you and Australia, then I shall do so. Go in peace, Jackie Williamson. Hopefully my brothers and sisters could get the chance to see you soon enough..."

His highness of All Polynesia, Emperor Makani, in tandem with the Temporary Chieftain, Ionatana Tuitama has announced to Polynesia that official contact with a new nation in the world has been made... However, the reason of which South Polynesia should be aware of this discovery is rather simple, as it comes down to geography...
Even closer than our recent discovery of the Japanese 'Sunrise Empire', a so called 'Socialist Republic of Australia' has made itself known to Polynesia. This is the closest civilization of which we have discovered to our own in terms of geographical position, and to put it bluntly, is most likely the closest nation we will ever have... As such, the business of this new Australian state should be considered Polynesia's business as well.

We have not been made aware of much about the Socialist Republic. From what we can gather, military experts and members of South Polynesia's government believes that the Australian nation may span all across the continent they inhabit. From Sydney to Perth, and from Darwin to Adelaide. If that proves to be the truth, then we can comfortably hypothesize that their country has a larger population than ours, perhaps by two times as much.
As such, it is important that the ambitions of Australia are monitored, and checked by our nation, by any means necessary. As if they prove to be a force against Polynesia, a war between our two nations would be disastrous to South Polynesia. However, we advise our listeners and readers to reserve judgement of this new nation until more information is confirmed about it.

Reactions to this news has been mixed... Many Polynesians are happy to see that their old brothers and sisters of the Australian continent have survived and reformed after the Cataclysm. There are sects of Polynesian businessmen, governors, diplomats and experts that believe cooperation with this new Australian nation could prove to help South Polynesia in many ways.
However, there even more that prove to be apprehensive, suspicious... Perhaps even fearful of Australia. It has been many decades since the Cataclysm, but people still fear that the people of the Socialist Republic of Australia would still see Polynesia's recent acquisition of the isle of Tasmania as their land. In addition, their intentions for the Pacific ocean are also unknown, and that creates suspicion and fear in many.

For now, we must wait with baited breath for what Australia plans for it's future... And the future of Polynesia. We can only hope that it is positive...

[Vorausen]

Tuitama's message reached Williamson's office soon enough, with Williamson looking though same papers.



“So the Polynesians want me to visit Tasmania eh? Hmm let me see if I’m doing anything for the rest of the week”

Jackie said as he shoved his papers off his desk, revealing a paper calendar, with the rest of the week unmarked and blank

“Huh, nothing for this week... Jim!!!”

Jim (Williamson’s aid) ran into the room, sweat flowing down his brow from the jog

“Yes Mr. Williamson?” Jim responded

“I want you to get my ship and inform the Polynesians that we are ready to meet them now.”

“Yes sir!”

Jim immediately sent a telegram as a reply to Tuitama's telegram:

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“Dear Chieftain Ionatana Tuitama, I speak on behalf of Williamson, as he is already preparing to visit Tasmania now. Your words have touched the SRA, and while I personally take your word, I don’t think the citizens of the SRA would trust a ‘tribal people’ (in their words of course not mine) to occupy and control Tasmania. Williamson will then in response visits Tasmania, to improve relations, and reduce tensions. I see no reason for petty conflict and war, as it only leads to disaster . I would also like to offer myself to be an envoy and to bridge the gap between our two nations. However, all will be canceled unless a certain condition is met, you must sign a truce with us as well as showing and introducing the SRA to the rest of the world.

 

To conclude this telegram, Williamson is already on his way to Tasmania, and he would like to not only go on a tour of Tasmania, but all of Polynesia to learn of its rich culture and history.

 

P.S: Williamson is traveling to Devonport first.

 

May God bless both our nations, Jim Libman”

Williamson went to the nearest port and was welcomed with mixed results. Much of the crowd have heard that Williamson was going on a trip to Polynesia, although most of them couldn't agree on whether that was a good idea. One man shouted “They are gonna kill you! Don’t go!!!” which was escorted away. Some held up signs saying “Barbarians get off my land” and other Anti-Polynesian material. Williamson was recorded on the dock, with a live broadcast showing the protestors, the crowd, and Williamson. Willaimson mostly ignored this and boarded his personal yacht, which was en route to Devonport, Tasmania. The boat undocked and set sail into the ocean.

[Arvenia]

To: Union of South Polynesia
From: Republic of California
Subject: Diplomacy
Encryption: N/A
Dear Emperor Makani, I hope our countries can enjoy some mutual trade and close cooperation with each other. My government got your message and we are hopeful that we can prosper. The Cataclysm has completely affected the world like never before. We would like to establish diplomatic presence in our respective country. I await your response, your majesty.

Sincerely, President Francisco Dinochet

[Tsarstvo Alyaski]

Tuitama's message reached Williamson's office soon enough, with Williamson looking though same papers.



“So the Polynesians want me to visit Tasmania eh? Hmm let me see if I’m doing anything for the rest of the week”

Jackie said as he shoved his papers off his desk, revealing a paper calendar, with the rest of the week unmarked and blank

“Huh, nothing for this week... Jim!!!”

Jim (Williamson’s aid) ran into the room, sweat flowing down his brow from the jog

“Yes Mr. Williamson?” Jim responded

“I want you to get my ship and inform the Polynesians that we are ready to meet them now.”

“Yes sir!”

Jim immediately sent a telegram as a reply to Tuitama's telegram:

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“Dear Chieftain Ionatana Tuitama, I speak on behalf of Williamson, as he is already preparing to visit Tasmania now. Your words have touched the SRA, and while I personally take your word, I don’t think the citizens of the SRA would trust a ‘tribal people’ (in their words of course not mine) to occupy and control Tasmania. Williamson will then in response visits Tasmania, to improve relations, and reduce tensions. I see no reason for petty conflict and war, as it only leads to disaster . I would also like to offer myself to be an envoy and to bridge the gap between our two nations. However, all will be canceled unless a certain condition is met, you must sign a truce with us as well as showing and introducing the SRA to the rest of the world.

 

To conclude this telegram, Williamson is already on his way to Tasmania, and he would like to not only go on a tour of Tasmania, but all of Polynesia to learn of its rich culture and history.

 

P.S: Williamson is traveling to Devonport first.

 

May God bless both our nations, Jim Libman”

Williamson went to the nearest port and was welcomed with mixed results. Much of the crowd have heard that Williamson was going on a trip to Polynesia, although most of them couldn't agree on whether that was a good idea. One man shouted “They are gonna kill you! Don’t go!!!” which was escorted away. Some held up signs saying “Barbarians get off my land” and other Anti-Polynesian material. Williamson was recorded on the dock, with a live broadcast showing the protestors, the crowd, and Williamson. Willaimson mostly ignored this and boarded his personal yacht, which was en route to Devonport, Tasmania. The boat undocked and set sail into the ocean.

The Temporary Chieftain of Polynesia, Ionatana Tuitama would have been working once more on his work... The Polynesian never asked to ever serve as the Chieftain of Polynesia, he was more than content as a standard member of the posse, and as an advisor to her Gracious Chieftess Malie Lea'ai... And as he becomes responsible for pretty much all of South Polynesia, now that his colleague was in Munich for the Diplomatic Summit, and Emperor Makani was occupied with his business in Papa'ete, Ionatana Tuitama would finally feel the pressure and heat of being the sole person in charge of a single nation... It was not a good feeling, the amount of work the Temporary Chieftain would find himself with would put him over his own head...

By any means, he would attempt to do the best he could, for it was not only his arse, but all of Polynesia's if he failed his duties.
Soon enough, whilst filling paperwork out, one of mr Tuitama's colleagues would rush into the room of the Chieftain. With the barest hint of sweat pouring down his face, he would say:

Governmental Offices Employee
"Sir Tuitama, I have just been notified that a message has come through on the LRT in the International room... I come to say that perhaps you would be interested on checking on it."
Temporary Chieftain Ionatana Tuitama
"Oh? Well, I shall be sure to look at it at my earliest convenience. What did the message on the monitor say?"

The employee would react with the slightest surprise to this... He would perhaps not have expected Ionatana Tuitama to probe about it, but nevertheless, he would give the slightest smile, and explain:

Employee
"I did not get the clearest view of the message. I believe it said that 'Canberra' was where the intercepted message was estimated to originate from."

"The Australians..." Ionatana would mutter to himself, barely audibly... He would not have expected them to respond so quickly... God knows how they could've responded, though the message that he sent to the Socialist Republic was respectful enough, there were several points of the message which may be able to be interpreted to cause a trigger of anger, or such...
By any means, the Temporary Chieftain is not the one to think too deeply, rather simply get the job done... He would wave the Employee off with his hand, to which the man would get the message, and march off with a friendly wave goodbye. And now, with the coast clear, Ionatana Tuitama would make his advance out of the room of the Chieftain, and promptly into the room of which the Long Range Transmitter is in...

...Upon getting into the room, and getting close enough to the LRT, the Temporary Chieftain would have seen that the Employee of which he had spoken to did not lie when the message on the monitor said:

[ Incoming Transmission Intercepted. Estimated origin point: Canberra, Australia ]

Though some emotion would rush through sir Tuitama's mind, he would not refrain from pressing the receiver button on the machine, as the message most likely sent by that 'Jackie Williamson' or at the very least, one of his aides would be played aloud.

"“Dear Chieftain Ionatana Tuitama, I speak on behalf of Williamson, as he is already preparing to visit Tasmania now. Your words have touched the SRA, and while I personally take your word, I don’t think the citizens of the SRA would trust a ‘tribal people’ (in their words of course not mine) to occupy and control Tasmania. Williamson will then in response visits Tasmania, to improve relations, and reduce tensions. I see no reason for petty conflict and war, as it only leads to disaster . I would also like to offer myself to be an envoy and to bridge the gap between our two nations. However, all will be canceled unless a certain condition is met, you must sign a truce with us as well as showing and introducing the SRA to the rest of the world.

To conclude this telegram, Williamson is already on his way to Tasmania, and he would like to not only go on a tour of Tasmania, but all of Polynesia to learn of its rich culture and history.

P.S: Williamson is traveling to Devonport first.


May God bless both our nations."
Signed: Jim Libman.

The Temporary Chieftain's heart would have sunk... Metaphorically, of course. Though Ionatana Tuitama would be glad and relieved that the Socialist Republic of Australia took their message well, in a positive way, and that the President, or whatever the leader of the Republic called himself, Jackie Williamson would accept his offer of visiting Tasmania, he would not have expected it to be so soon... How could he of?
Sir Tuitama would scramble to make a response to this 'Jim Libman', as it seems that whatever time the Temporary Chieftain has is now quite limited...

Twisting the dials of the machine, and pressing a few buttons on the machine, he would eventually successfully fumble the Long Range Transmitter to be aimed for Canberra.
With a few deep inhalations, and then exhalations, the Chieftain would eventually muster up the force to begin his message to the SRA:

"The Polynesian Governmental Offices building, Nuku'alofa, Tonga Islands, South Polynesia to Canberra, Australian Capital Territory, Socialist Republic of Australia.
Thanks to you, sir Libman of the Australian Republic for getting back to me so soon. Polynesia is not only happy, but also very much relieved that your nation shows itself to be a force for cooperation, and peace... We understand that South Polynesia's ownership over Tasmania has created some initial hostility of your people to our nation, but I hope we can overcome initial stereotypes to move on to a bright future.

By all means, I shall move onto the topic at hand. I am surprised to see that your President, sir Jackie Williamson is not only willing to visit our nation within Tasmania, but in addition at such an early notice... From what I am hearing from your dispatch not too long ago, this mr Williamson has already boarded a boat headed for the Tasmanian town of Devonport... That must mean that he will only be a few days from making footfall on the soils of the land!
Though the surprise is there, so is my happiness that you and your nation are willing to give us a chance... I hope that you understand that South Polynesia has put much of it's resources into Tasmania in order to restore the island to it's Pre - Cataclysmic state, and perhaps therefore after improve it past that stage to make the island even more prosperous not only to Polynesia, but for itself, and it's own citizens... That is why you may understand why my nation would be reluctant to hand over the island on the drop of the hat, especially since the island is not only home to Australians, but Maori and other Polynesian setters now... They call the island home as much as the Anglo - Australians do now, I can assure you.

But, enough of that... I shall make sure that an Entourage shall be stationed at Devonport ready to welcome Jackie Williamson to the island. The man might even be able to spot the remnants of the celebrations of Tasmania, which had happened recently due to it's promotion from possession to territory.

As for your offer of sending oneself to Nuku'alofa for a diplomatic summit, under the pretense that Polynesia signs a truce with the SRA, and furthermore puts in effort to help introduce your nation to the wider world, that would not be my decision to make... As I had mentioned before, any mission to Tonga would have to wait until the Emperor, Makani has returned from Papa'ete. What I forgot to mention is he would have the say in whether to accept your summit, not I...
By any means, I could see a bright future between Polynesia and Australia. We should never fight with eachother, considering our countries' shared history under the Empires of the Europeans. Brothers and sisters are not meant to fight together, correct?

Good luck to Australia's future endeavors."

And with the message spoken out and received by the Long Range Transmitter, the Temporary Chieftain would slam one of his fingers into a central button, as the machine whirs and beeps, sending the broadcast towards Canberra.
But, Ionatana Tuitama would not be free of business with the LRT, not anymore... He would have to send out broadcasts to his compatriots, in order to let them know of the situation, and what they should do.

By the time he was done with sending messages, he would have streamed dispatches through the airwaves towards Tāmaki, Hobart and Tauranga Faingamālie, specifically to the mayors of these towns and cities...

Polynesian Governmental Offices Building, Nuku'alofa, Tonga Islands, South Polynesia to Tāmaki, Aotearoa, South Polynesia.

---

"Good day to the great Hamakona Timoti, Local Chieftain of the city of Tāmaki... I am the Temporary Chieftain of South Polynesia, Ionatana Tuitama. I have some important news that I believe would be good to relay to you.

I shall keep my dispatch short... There is a certain 'Jackie Williamson', the President of the Socialist Republic of Australia that intends to visit our territory of Tasmania, in order to tour the island, and then potentially continue his tour to the rest of South Polynesia. He is on an unarmed yacht, of which he would most likely have some personal guard with rifles, or pistols or the such, but nothing more than that.
Well, let me reclarify... To say that he 'intends' to visit Tasmania is an understatement. No, it seems that he has already boarded his ship, most likely from the city of Sydney, or Newcastle, and is out on the great Vasa Tele in order to reach the settlement of 'Devonport', on the island of Tasmania.

I do not expect to need to tell you what astronomical news this is... I will be personally sending dispatches to Newea Arepata, the local Chieftain of the town of Tauranga Faingamālie, and sir Joshua Kaplan, the local Chieftain of Hobart, so you would not need to do so yourself unless you see it as absolutely necessary. I wish to tell you of this in case you wish to act upon the information, such as going to see this 'Jackie Williamson' yourself in Tasmania, as you had a large role in the colonisation and then integration of the island.
But, I shall leave that choice up to you.

Best wishes to you, local Chieftain. May the seas be calm for you."

Polynesian Governmental offices building, Nuku'alofa, Tonga Islands, South Polynesia to Hobart, Territory of Tasmania, South Polynesia

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"Greetings to you, venerable Joshua Kaplan... I do not believe we have talked before, and if I am correct, I would like to congratulate you on being voted to be the local Chieftain of Hobart, Tasmania. I am Ionatata Tuitama, the Temporary Chieftain in the light of her Gracious Chieftess Malie Lea'ai's absence.
Now, as much as I would wish to give continued pleasantries to you, I have some very important news, and furthermore a request, one I hope that you will be able to fulfill...

You see, a certain 'Jack Williamson', the president of the Socialist Republic of Australia is coming to your home in Tasmania to tour the island, and see how it has prospered under Polynesian rule... Or rather, your and Newea Arepata's rule, to be more accurate. From what I know, this Jack Williamson is on board an unarmed yacht, with only a few personal guard armed with firearms, so this is no invasion or ulterior motivated visit... Or, well I sincerely hope so.
By any means, I hope that you are not too busy to drop your current work, and can go to Devonport, where mr Williamson will dock to welcome him to your island, as he will be expected to arrive in only a few days, most likely in two to three days time. Remember, we are dealing with the leader of a nation of which we have had suspicions about ever since they were revealed to us, so I hope that you, and Newea Arepata can put on the best first impressions for the mainland Australians as possible... (*Short chuckle*) No pressure, of course.

Oh yes, on the topic of the local Chieftain of Tauranga Faingamālie, I shall be asking her honour Newea Arepata to join you in welcoming the SRA's president at Devonport, should that ease your spirits at all.
I understand that this came out of the blue, and I am sorry for that... But truth be told, I had only received this broadcast from the Australian Republic minutes ago, and am now scrambling to contact you.

Now then... Good luck to you, Joshua Kaplan. Please contact me again should you need anything..."

Polynesia Governmental offices building, Nuku'alofa, Tonga Islands, South Polynesia to Tauranga Faingamālie, Territory of Tasmania, South Polynesia

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"I hope this reached you successfully, your grace ms Newea Arepata, local Chieftess of Tauranga Faingamālie. I do not believe we have talked before, and if I am correct, I would like to congratulate you on being voted to be the local Chieftess of Tauranga Faingamālie, Tasmania. I am Ionatata Tuitama, the Temporary Chieftain in the light of her Gracious Chieftess Malie Lea'ai's absence.
Now, as much as I would wish to give continued pleasantries to you, I have some very important news, and furthermore a request, one I hope that you will be able to fulfill...

You see, a certain 'Jack Williamson', the president of the Socialist Republic of Australia is coming to your home in Tasmania to tour the island, and see how it has prospered under Polynesian rule... Or rather, your and Joshua Kaplan's rule, to be more accurate. From what I know, this Jack Williamson is on board an unarmed yacht, with only a few personal guard armed with firearms, so this is no invasion or ulterior motivated visit... Or, well I sincerely hope so.
By any means, I hope that you are not too busy to drop your current work, and can go to Devonport, where mr Williamson will dock to welcome him to your island, as he will be expected to arrive in only a few days, most likely in two to three days time. Remember, we are dealing with the leader of a nation of which we have had suspicions about ever since they were revealed to us, so I hope that you, and Joshua Kaplan can put on the best first impressions for the mainland Australians as possible... (*Short chuckle*) No pressure, of course.

Oh yes, on the topic of the local Chieftain of Hobart, I shall be asking his honour Joshua Kaplan to join you in welcoming the SRA's president at Devonport, should that ease your spirits at all.
I understand that this came out of the blue, and I am sorry for that... But truth be told, I had only received this broadcast from the Australian Republic minutes ago, and am now scrambling to contact you.

Now then... Good luck to you, Newea Arepata. Please contact me again should you need anything..."

[Wasi State]

Hotel Excelsior, Munich
Soviet Diplomatic Dispatch

The Soviet Consul nodded in understanding to Bobbo, "My apologies comrade, I shouldn't had assume our customs were all the same, after all we have a diverse alliance with a common foe against the West, да?" Anatoli Yatskov then said to Bobbo after remembering that the Arab States was historically a dry region of the world.

"I suppose it won't be long now before the negotiations with our shared enemy of the Anglo-Nordics will begin in these peace proceedings, that is if peace could last for long under these circumstances." Yatskov then said before they were then interrupted by a waiter coming to ask them abruptly about some nonsense involving getting more food and drink for the table... Actually the idea of getting more drinks was tempting as it were to the Consul.

"Actually waiter, another beer would be swell if you don't mind." Yatskov tried to add in before the waiter then left again, not even noticing the listening device on the table. The NKVD officers didn't really notice either, seeing as how they weren't so keen on just hovering around the Consul the entire time, even Yatskov wouldn't had wanted that. He then turned back to Bobbo once more, "So hard to get good service here in the West, where I'm from they don't ask first, they already know what you want." Yatskov then gave a hearty chuckle.

"Now where was I, oh yes, the angle of which we should precede with this conference. I'll be honest Bobbo, the fact they called for a ceasefire first means we already have an upper hand over them, we should push for our countries claims if necessary like a stubborn mule, so to say." Yatskov then said.

---

Moscow
The Kremlin
Yazov's Chief of Staff were buzzing around with more purpose than usual, more so than the flies that occasionally land on the skeleton of Joesph Stalin in the same room as Yazov and Beria and surprisingly Lysenko this time were meeting.

"Comrades, it has come to our attention that an opportunity has once again presented itself to us." Lysenko then began.

"Is this the Australians you're speaking of?" Beria then wheezed in reply.

"Well that, and the fact that the Raj still present and alive, and under the control of exiles from the previous Royal Family that ruled the British Isles before this mess all started." Lysenko then said, then continued before the others could even say anything. "We have a common foe with them, the Nordics who are occupying their home island that is. You know what that means, comrades."

"Realpolitiks..." Beria then wheezed once more.

Lysenko merely nodded and turned to Yazov in a cold manner, "If we get them on our side, we'll have an undisputed zone of control over Oceania and Eurasia. The only thing missing is a securing of the the Suez and Gibraltar to ferry in more troops into the Mediterranean. If these negotiations fail in Munich, we'll need to press boots on the ground and fast. I want nothing for the Anglo-Nordics to feel secure over, and if our Arab partners get in the way, well that's just business then..."

Yazov understood what Lysenko meant, but he was terrified at the implications all the same deep down through his fervor for the cause of the Eternal Union.

---

Wired Telegram to: Dehli, Imperial British Federation of India
From: The Kremlin of the Undying Soviet Science Republics
Encryption: High

Greetings, Emperor Harold of House Windsor. We of the Eternal Union welcome the lasting vestiges of the British Empire back into the world stage, especially now more than ever in these dire times. Just as our predecessors had once embarked on the Great Crusade and Patriotic War over half a century ago to rid Europe and the World over from tyranny that would seek to destroy it forever, we have once again been caught in a onslaught against the foe that has occupied both of our lands. We of course are referring to Svenska-Britannia, a Nordic pretender to the British Isles.

It is with this regard that we extend a helping hand in this struggle against a illegitimate country that has been plaguing both of us. And we wish to see eye to eye with the Windsor House once again as we have done in Yalta so many years ago against the Third Reich, you are not alone in this new world.

The Eternal Union Endures!

Wired Telegram to: The SRA
From: The Kremlin of the Undying Soviet Science Republics
Encryption: Diplomatic

Greetings fellow comrade, Jackie Williamson. We accept this offer of an alliance with Australia, in the hopes of pressing our fight against Imperialism and Western exploitation across all corners of the globe. If you haven't known, we have been embroiled in a war with Svenska-Britannia for a time, and only recently had declared a ceasefire. However we have doubts that peace will last long, but know that whatever shall transpire, the Eternal Union will stand with its allies against the power hunger West who dare to threaten the delicate balance of world peace. We hope for you to see eye to eye with us in this regard when the time comes.

The Eternal Union Endures!

[Stephaniesland]

Longhorn Exploration Plane, flying over Californian Airspace just above RADAR range
"Well, will ya look at that Jim? It seems like there are a lot of active urban centres down there. It seems that the Californians have gotten their shit together."
"Oh. Well nice for them. Ya, think they can see us."
"Nonsense. We're flying too high up for them to catch us on RADAR. But, man, they do have some pretty cities."
"I heard fanciful tales in my childhood of a mythical place called Hollywood. It was a place where the streets were lined with gold and all your dreams could come true. Well, that was what my momma told me anyway."
"Well, I don't about gold-lined streets, but there are records detailing a place called Hollywood, it was in a place called Los Angeles."
"Sounds like Tejano."
"I think it might have been founded by the Spanish."
"Oh. Well, that explains it. Ya getting any good photos back there?"
"Oh, plenty. We will have to tell High Command about this. I'm sure they'll be quite interested in a resurgent California."

Encrypted Radio Broadcast from Longhorn to MilCom, Raleigh
Greetings to whoever is listening from High Command. This is Major James Hackney of the Longhorn Exploration Plane. My partner and I have found evidence of a restored California in our flight over the Western Frontier. We have yet to be detected. Please send further orders quickly. Hackney out.
Broadcasted from Longhorn

[Tsarstvo Alyaski]

Juan Carlos looked at Grace.
"May i exit the room?" He asked, a little shocked and terrified

The Polynesian Guardsman, Atamu Kuresa would have slowly been in a state of recovery from the news that was given to him by, foremost the Trenakan Hotel staff member, and as such the Temporary Chieftain Ionatana Tuitama. And in addition, the absolute chaos from the room of which he had stood outside.
And in quite some luck, he would not go regress back into a mental down spiral as the quiet of the room behind him emerges into conversation once again, and a Svenska-Britannic entourage rushed out of the room, with the limp body of an unconscious Chieftess Malie Lea'ai in their arms.

More so, it would have shocked him back to his senses, as his instincts come back to him... He would let out a sigh of shock and surprise, and quickly raise his back from the wall he was leaning on, and began a brisk march towards the Svenska-Britannics, holding the Chieftess of Polynesia in their arms... However, they would be at the edge of the hallway, and quickly marching down the staircases to the lower levels before Atamu Kuresa could even start a proper advance...
As the Guardsman would watch that entourage march down the staircase and out of view, he would let out yet another, stronger sigh.

Though his first instincts as a Guard to Malie Lea'ai would have assumed that the Chieftess was in the process of being abducted by the Svenska-Britannics for some nefarious reason, he would soon reason to himself that such a thought would be... Quite frankly, daft and astronomically improbable. The Swedish - British dispatch would not be foolish enough to carry that out, considering that the many staff members across the hotel would quickly notice it and stop them should the result be potentially nefarious, and even if they exited the hotel with their captive, the Polizei München would be quick on their heels..
..But perhaps more convincing than theorizing, there was also a couple of concerned Polynesian diplomats swiftly following after the Svenska-Britannics. Atamu Kuresa could rest easily.

Now, he would instead promptly go to check on the room of the Svenska-Britannics.
Marching in a quick, yet surprisingly professional manner, he would stop as he enters the room fully, to see a dumfounded looking King Juan Carlos and his fellow Iberian guard standing in the rather trashed room, faces of pure, deadpan blankness. Surprised to still see people within the room, but then slightly less surprised upon identifying of whom it was within it, the Polynesian Guardsman would blurt out:

Guardsman Amatu Kuresa
"Your majesty Juan Carlos! I am surprised... Considering the chaos within, I would have expected not a soul in the room.
Is... Something the matter?"

[Tsarstvo Alyaski]

Immediately snapping into action, the Diplomats gently but quickly delivered the Chieftess out of the room and into the Personal Quarters of the Polynesian Official.

Hotel Staff were lightly pushed out of the way and excused as the rather shocking display of the Chieftess in an unconscious state certainly would bring news to the hotel.

Charles and Grace were not too far Behind, ever so concerned for the Safety and Health of their Polynesian acquaintance.

The Livgardet positioned themselves alongside the monarchs, but even they could not help but feel very uneasy due to the Grand Emperor's aura of Darkness and Loathing Hatred..


The Doors of the Suite would be opened and the Diplomats made their way toward the bed and gently laid down the Chieftess in her unconscious state.

But after a while, the Diplomats slowly poured out of the room to give space for the Polynesians. Only a single Imperial Diplomat remained to keep watch of her health and safety.

Though still somewhat surprised to the point of a little paralysis, the Polynesian diplomats and guards within the room would still react according to their instincts and belief in action upon watching their unconcious Chieftess get whisked from the floor and into the arms of the Svenska-Britannics, of which they would quickly usher themselves out of the room in a hurried rush.
The Polynesians, determined to not prove their uselessness further would rush out along with the Svenska-Britannics, following the von Rolands, of whom though one was in such a fury would still have enough decency to follow the group, either out of social pressure or because he actually cared for Malie Lea'ai's wellbeing.

And so, out of the room they would go. In a brisk pace, though not too fast for the Svenska-Britannic entourage to accidentally drop their... (*Ahem*) Cargo. Down the staircases they would go, rather than taking the potentially slow lift, the descent providing a small, unintentional workout to everybody rushing down it, until they hit the penultimate floor to the bottom, the First Floor. And then, they would once again rush themselves, faster once more now they have conquered the stairs into the seventh room, where the Polynesian Chieftess had been designated to stay.
The Polynesians would all push open the door to the room with a grunt, so that the Svenska-Britannics, of whom obviously have their hands full could send themselves into it...

And there, they would set the unconscious Gracious Chieftess onto the one bed in the room, promptly but still, with a hint of gentleness.
From there, the group would wait for Malie to come to... Well, some of them. By a few minutes in, all but one of the Svenska-Britannic diplomats, including the von Rolands would have left the room in order to attend to other duties, or otherwise get some outside help, the Polynesians would not know.
There, they would just watch over the Chieftess. Though they would most certainly have been worried when she fell to the floor of that room only mere minutes ago, as the lady lays on the bed now, they could all be able to easily see her chest rising and falling as her body still breaths in, and out... There is no need to worry about the worst possibility any longer.

---

After many a minute had gone by since the incident back in the room of the Svenska-Britannics, the Gracious Chieftess of Polynesia, Malie Lea'ai would groggily come to. The first thing she would notice, even before her eyes fluttered open would be her head... It aches like someone took a hammer to it, though it would be quite unlikely indeed that any physical injury had been done to it.
As the Chieftess would open her eyes, her hand would instinctively go to her forehead, as if the pain was in fact physical, and would follow up with a moan of anguish in addition...

And it would take many more seconds of time before Malie Lea'ai would form comprehendible words. When she could, she would have turned to look at the bed of which she would've been on, her Polynesian colleagues and a single Svenska-Britannic diplomat standing over her. With utter confusion, the incident not yet coming back to her, she would murmur out, at a surprisingly loud volume:

Chieftess Malie Lea'ai
(Urrghh) "Oh... For Papa's sakes, my head is killing me... Where. Am I?.. And what the hell. Happened to me?"

[South Americanastan]

THE RECLAMATION PLAN AKA: OPERATION RECLAIM & REBUILD

To most of the Northeastern Republic, it was an average day, nothing special, no celebrations, but to the Northeastern Senate, it was one of the most important days of the year. Today was the armed forces progress report, in which the military had to reveal any current operations, clandestine or not, to the senate of the Northeastern Republic. The press had been locked out, and the building was heavily guarded. James Callahan, president, and thus, commander-in-chief of the military, stepped up to the podium. Unfortunately, he had to reveal all operations, including the military's most highly classified. The Reclamation Plan was a major campaign, made up of many operations, offensives, battles, and, most likely, a lot of blood. The goal was to push southwards, with the intent of taking Washington D.C, and possible proclaiming a new American republic. The presence of the Dominion of America had made the plan become put on hold while it was redesigned to account for possible hostility towards a rival American government. It had already been put into some effect, but very little, as the Republic only controlled down to New York.

7 hours later

James Callahan had recently finished giving a speech and was tired, but he had one final thing to do. The planning for a push south into Pennsylvania and New Jersey had to be planned, and despite the tiredness of the soldiers, the toll on the equipment reserves, and the wounded and dead still lying in the streets of Commack, New York City, and Albany, and the growing groups of raiders the farther south they went, the push had to be conducted as quickly as possible, lest the Dominion beat them to D.C.

[Svenska-Britannia]

The Imperial Diplomat, after seeing the Chieftess regain her consciousness and bearings immediately tended to her by handing a glass of cold water on a nearby table.

"Your Grace, we are in your personal Quarters at the Hotel concerned for your safety and such.." The Diplomat first stated out.

He inhaled a breath of air before slowly exhaling it out.

"As for the reason why you're here.....to put it bluntly: You fainted on the floor.."

"The reason being? Due to His Imperial Majesty delivering his words in a Dark and Fear-Inducing way that even i trembled at the sight of.." He finished up.

---

Meanwhile with the Imperial Couple.

"Dammit..i should've not been that livid and showing my emotions.." Charles grunted out.

"I know Darling...please mind your Emotional State once in a while.." Grace cooed for him.

Silence reigned over the two before Charles spoke up.

"I'll make a reply to these..British Remnants..." He stated.

A nearby Imperial Diplomat with the LRT Transmitter walked up to the Monarch for him to use.

Encrypted Transmission, Target Point: Indian Sub-Continent.
"To His Imperial Majesty Harold of House Windsor. I am Charles Von Roland, Grand Emperor of the United Imperium of Svenska-Britannia. I give unto you greetings and reassurance as to the status of the British Homelands.

The United Imperium is a Personal Union of the British and Swedish States ruled by the current Von Roland dynasty. Have firm reassurance that we have not Conquered anything of the sort, merely just further strengthening the nation through a union of sorts. We have just entered a cease fire with the USSR for the past few weeks. I have to warn you that the USSR's Goals are Malevolent and Vicious, spreading their influence and threatening the very existence of Democracy, the Monarchy, and even the World. They fired the first shots and attempted to invade our Sovereign lands for the purposes of expanding their own Soviet Empire..but we've pushed back the Red Tide for now.

As we both are Monarchs of this new world, i ask for you to further establish Diplomatic Relations with us so that we can stand against the Red Tide..the Soviets will stop at nothing to Destroy you and the rest of the World. I will await your reply as soon as possible.." Charles finished up the entirety of his Message before sending it to the British Remnants.

[Wasi State]

Soviet Reclamation Operation of The Caucasus

While the majority of both international and domestic attention had been directed towards the recent War over the Kola Peninsula and the Baltic Sea, previous plans were already well underway for the Soviet Union to reclaim parts of the greater Caucasus mountains and Transcaucasia in an effort to make steps to rebuild the Union that once was. However both time and logistics had played havoc to this process being done in a speedy manner, and with the continued construction of the pipeline on the line to link up with the Arabian States, with no further delays to be tolerated in this wartime state of a Eternal Union under Lysenko, shortages of materials or not.

However another problem was beginning to arise from these once well entrenched bandit countries, that of course were frequent attacks on construction crews and Reclamation personnel from folk who for a lack of a better term, had preferred the Soviet Union to have stayed dead, or had simply ignored their part of the world altogether. This of course wasn't an option the Eternal Union could abide by, for both a reason of Soviet ideological pride, but also one of practicality, as those massive amounts of oil fields will be consolidated back into Soviet hands, one way or another.

As security forces headed by the NKVD were authorized to be sent in to 'negotiate' of reintegration terms of them being brought back into the fold of the Soviet Union proper, several shootings and killings had ensued and the situation had already begun to deteriorate into a full on asymmetric war in of itself. Soon enough local garrisons from nearby Oblasts were called in, and eventually close air support, it was clear the Mountain Republics weren't surrendering to the renewed Soviet Union without a fight.

The Second Caucasian War

Grozny

As yet another motorized company moved into the shelled out city that once was the heart of Chechnya, Yevgeny Shaposhnikov had ordered another aerial bombing to drop high-impact ordnance for effect on the insurgent troop positions entrenched in the city in an effort to perhaps relieve at least a portion of his men from the vicious fighting they were facing.

"Someone radio in Marshal Yazov ASAP, these bandits have more fight in them than we thought, and I already have two other companies in there pinned down and low on ammo!" Shaposhnikov then cursed to his comms officer, who had reminded him of the shortcomings they've been dealing with since the operation had begun to run afoul.

"Sir, Yazov had already said he has given all he can give, they need all manpower and equipment they can get for the damn Nordics up North." His comms tried (and failed) to reassure him.

"Do I look like I'm content with the support we've been given? I can't make a damn breakfast here without some fucking eggs on my pan, and Lysenko is gonna get pissed and it'll be my head on the pan next!" Shaposhnikov then frustratingly said back, as their positions were then rocked by enemy RPG fire.

"Right, understood, Sir. I'll get through to the Kremlin if need be."

Another thud interrupted them, causing Shaposhnikov to have to brush off fallen debris from their battle map, "Now where the hell is that air support!"

[Charoskania]

Juan Carlos looked at Grace.
"May i exit the room?" He asked, a little shocked and terrified

The Polynesian Guardsman, Atamu Kuresa would have slowly been in a state of recovery from the news that was given to him by, foremost the Trenakan Hotel staff member, and as such the Temporary Chieftain Ionatana Tuitama. And in addition, the absolute chaos from the room of which he had stood outside.
And in quite some luck, he would not go regress back into a mental down spiral as the quiet of the room behind him emerges into conversation once again, and a Svenska-Britannic entourage rushed out of the room, with the limp body of an unconscious Chieftess Malie Lea'ai in their arms.

More so, it would have shocked him back to his senses, as his instincts come back to him... He would let out a sigh of shock and surprise, and quickly raise his back from the wall he was leaning on, and began a brisk march towards the Svenska-Britannics, holding the Chieftess of Polynesia in their arms... However, they would be at the edge of the hallway, and quickly marching down the staircases to the lower levels before Atamu Kuresa could even start a proper advance...
As the Guardsman would watch that entourage march down the staircase and out of view, he would let out yet another, stronger sigh.

Though his first instincts as a Guard to Malie Lea'ai would have assumed that the Chieftess was in the process of being abducted by the Svenska-Britannics for some nefarious reason, he would soon reason to himself that such a thought would be... Quite frankly, daft and astronomically improbable. The Swedish - British dispatch would not be foolish enough to carry that out, considering that the many staff members across the hotel would quickly notice it and stop them should the result be potentially nefarious, and even if they exited the hotel with their captive, the Polizei München would be quick on their heels..
..But perhaps more convincing than theorizing, there was also a couple of concerned Polynesian diplomats swiftly following after the Svenska-Britannics. Atamu Kuresa could rest easily.

Now, he would instead promptly go to check on the room of the Svenska-Britannics.
Marching in a quick, yet surprisingly professional manner, he would stop as he enters the room fully, to see a dumfounded looking King Juan Carlos and his fellow Iberian guard standing in the rather trashed room, faces of pure, deadpan blankness. Surprised to still see people within the room, but then slightly less surprised upon identifying of whom it was within it, the Polynesian Guardsman would blurt out:

Guardsman Amatu Kuresa
"Your majesty Juan Carlos! I am surprised... Considering the chaos within, I would have expected not a soul in the room.
Is... Something the matter?"

"It is just too much drama on what is supposed to be a chat" he says, sighing
"I did not know what had just happened"

[Crimetopolis]

"Sir, South Xenick has not responded. However, Electronic Intelligence Station #7 has intercepted transmissions from the Dominion of North America, Polynesia, and Svenska-Britannica." "Continue monitoring, but answer in a friendly way." "Yes Sir". The commo officer obeyed. Dr. Huey Long called the diplomatic corps. They alerted Fuhrer Karl Vorster.

The Iberian embassy was now completed and occupied. A formal request was sent to them about Svenska-Britannica. As the signal from Polynesia was stronger than North America's the decision to contact them first.
"Greetings from the Free Protectorate! We are the nation formerly called Libya. We wish trade and cooperation between our nations." Dr. Long read on the radio.

[Svenska-Britannia]

As the Imperial Monarchs were discussing about the probability of the British Remnants to reply, an LRT Transmission is received.

The Origin: Libya.

Charles and Grace listened in to the Transmission, curious as to who these newcomers are.

"Greetings from the Free Protectorate! We are the nation formerly called Libya. We wish trade and cooperation between our nations." The message spoke out.

The Monarchs would be confused at the information thrusted unto them

"..Eh?" Charles spoke out, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Grace answered to the Message on Charles' behalf.

"Greetings to the Free Protectorate. I am Grace Von Roland, Grand Empress of the United Imperium of Svenska-Britannia. I bring unto you welcoming formalities.

As for your offer of Trade and Cooperations, we humbly accept your proposal. May our nations prosper in this new world that we live in.
But i have to give you warning so take heed. We've just recently entered into a ceasefire with a nearby nation which is the USSR, they are a Authoritarian Communist Nation bent on making their own Soviet Empire. The USSR fired the first shots and launched an invasion unto our sovereign territories and threatening the very existence of the United Imperium, they have also started expanding their spheres of Influence unto places elsewhere. I kindly ask of you that we further bolster our Diplomatic Relationship so that we can stand stand against the Red Menace.

The Soviets will not stop at gaining the upper hand and threatening the world as we know it.." She sent the message on an Encrypted Wavelength.