RCN 2021 Worldbuilding (MT, RCN Only)

by **Furbish Islands** » Fri Aug 06, 2021 5:01 am

Federal Priſon II
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Evening, Þurſday 5 Auguſt 2021

Yuri Lenin sat in federal prison for months, awaiting trial. The prison is on a remote island, the site of a former prisoner of war camp, which was later converted to a prison. Just over three months ago, “paſtrygate”, a conspiracy theory that the Furbish government was behind a child sex trafficking ring, went viral over 3chan, an imageboard frequently visited by Lenin. Comète, a bakery in the National Aſſembly building, was at the center of many discussions, and that was where Lenin visited with an illegally bought assault rifle to investigate. He fired many shots into the walls and floor, until he was arrested on multiple charges, including illegally obtaining his assault rifle, endangering the lives of the hundreds of people present at his shooting, and sending death threats to his employer, which he did after he was fired and just before he traveled to Boſton for his attack. His trial was scheduled to begin the next week.

As it was the evening, Lenin was sent to his cell, which resembled a cheap hotel room more than what many would imagine a cell to look like. He had a wooden chair and desk and some shelves which inmates can place any objects they wanted on, though Lenin kept them mostly empty. Outside their cells, inmates had many things to do, such as going to a gym, taking classes, or going on walks. The guards are not armed and are encouraged to interact with the inmates. Lenin stayed alone mostly, wanting to talk about paſtrygate but most still treated it as a joke. He sat on his bed, turning on the television and flipping through the channels until he got to FBC News. Philippe Chaufourier was reporting the nightly news, which Lenin was about to flip past, but he saw a picture of a women’s beach handball game. He was too focused on that, and not on what Chaufourier was saying, talking about how the Furbish Handball Federation is looking into the women’s uniform requirement following an international scandal and the Dunferm Handball Federation doing the same. When he moved on, Lenin rewinded and paused at the image.

“Controversy ensued today following the announcement that the Furbish Army chose Mendenhall to replace the aging attack helicopter fleet over Božena.” said Chaufourier, completely oblivious to what happened in a prison in a remote island far away from his studio, “AFÐFI Chad Grosderhan said this was done for political reasons because the government dislikes Hrvadan government policies. The Army argued this was not the case, and explained why they chose Mendenhall’s bid in a press conference. Grosderhan then made a video with a former Army officer who explained why they were wrong in the assessment, though the officer in the video has been dishonorably discharged from the Army for incompetence.”

Chaufourier took a moment to recollect himself after reading that, wondering for neither the first nor the last time why anyone would vote AFÐFI after everything he said about them in the last few decades, then continued, “The Hrvadan Parliament passed a bill calling the Confederacy of Kaguan Republics an expansionist power and Antarctic Circle State a supporter for their recent weapons deal, and levied sanctions immediately. Following this, five Furbish companies which were previously given contracts by the ACS to build a high speed rail network threatened to pull their contracts in an open letter, unless ACS would end weapon sales to the CKR.”

The letter was displayed on screen, which Chaufourier read.

“CKR responded by claiming the former was an attack on the sovereignty of the ACS and an attack on their sovereignty would be considered an attack on the CKR. They also stated they plan to take action against Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands for the actions of the five companies.” said Chaufourier. “What the fuck is wrong with them.” he thought, for neither the first nor the last time in his decades’ long career.

“The Furbish government has yet to respond to these events.” he said.

by **East Estovakia** » Mon Aug 09, 2021 8:23 am

A Single Shot... East Estovakia Civil War post 1/14

Dvorak sat in his office, gloating over the military budget. No one in the Sektani would criticise it, not out of fear of him or his "party" but instead out of the fear of the Giant to the west. The budget served two crucial purposes, enduring the military was large and well equipped and using it as means to defend the nation from inside threats.

Dvorak opened up a a new folder with the name Project: Znec (Project: Reaper). In it was a detailed document of the new fighter squadron that use the brand new supersonic jets the military had developed, the LIAI3-2 Vosa an air superiority fighter and LIAI3-3 Vazka Supersonic Multirole Jet Aircraft. Both had VTOL capabilities and could easily outmatch older East Estovakian jets such as the Motyl and Svetluska...at least in theory. As man of the military he knew all to well that theory means nothing until is proven.

This new squadron that would use these new aircraft was designated as the 9th Tactical Fighter Squadron 'Znec', it comprised of mostly veteran pilots and more importantly, those who held deep loyalties to the military.

The project while not his favourite was the pride of his de-facto second in command Zapetal, who had made great effort in pushing for a rapid modernisation of the armed forces. Zapetal had constantly ensured Dvorak that the project was well worth the time and investment

He stood up and looked out of the window onto Libezavou, it was worth protecting. While was never born in the capital or had stayed in it from a prolonged time until he took office, but he quickly took to appreciating the architecture and even the natural beauty as many streets were lined with trees. More so the whole nation was worth protecting, the people, the land and of the course the pride of the-

Smash

Dvorak felt a jolt in his body and it seemingly recoiled from something. He could feel a sting of sought in the front of his chest, he went to feel it with his finger. It felt warm and he pulled away his finger and looked at it, revealing blood.

Had he just been shot? He looked at the glass which had small bullet hole.

He thought about moving yet seemingly his body refused. The sting soon became a burn and he could feel the area around the wound starting front, he quickly began to feel light headed and his breathing became hard and more raspy. He did his best to turn around and sit in the chair, he almost fell into it as the pain continue to grew. He tried to call for someone, though he doubt that anyone would hear him. He tried putting pressure on the wound, his hand felt warm and he took it away to see his whole hand was covered and his sleeve began to stain, it looked bad.

He looked at the folder, worried it might be stolen he picked it up and locked in his draw.

Soon his body began to feel a mixture of hot and cold, and it grew harder and harder to stay conscious.

He looked at his desk again, he strangely remembered the phone that the reception was connected to... it hadn't crossed his mind.

He reached out and picked it up which proved default as his body felt weak, he pressed the quick dial and the voice of the receptionist responded by asking him what he needed

"Help...send help"

He suddenly felt his body give way and he dropped the phone as his arms collapse. As he sat there he felt the world around seemingly grew distant and with reluctance he finally closed his eyes

by **Vostochnyye Ravniny** » Sat Aug 14, 2021 2:09 pm

Raznokuta Mountain Air Base
14-08-2021

The Raznokuta Air Base was constructed in 1999. The Air Base Facilities lies directly inside of the moutain whilst only a Road-access Tunnel, the 2 Runways ends and the Radar & AA Facilities lying outside, on-top for the later, of the Moutain. Since 2000 it became the HQ of VOSKOSMOS and MASRA: here the X02 Experimental Fighter program saw it’s birth. The Base was home for 5 Fighter wings and Transport Wings.

But Today, with Hrvadan sanctions, the Base was home of a meeting: Yazov and His Generals were to meet in the Most secretive base in all Kagu.

The GMSOP Meeting:
4:00AM

« The Hrvadan sanctions will have little to no effect on our economy, we are self-sufficient since the creation of the USSRK » said Leo Vostok the Head Economists of the Central-Industrial Planification Bureau, or CeIPB.

Yazov took a deep breath and replied: « We need to ramp up the Production... or we do this or we will be crushed ». Yazov then looked at 2 Star General-of-Air-Force Karl Czervarijk and asked: « What are our Possibilites in a Air War ? ».

The General then put on the Table a Map of Kagu, he then replied: « We can enforce a Air Supremacy over the Dodo Sea, controlling the C8S Strategic Air Zonne and denying them the possibility escorting their Ships or permitting their ships to enter the Area » the general then looked at the Head of the Navy H.R.H. Prince Mikhail Kaguchenkov and said: « The Dodoian Airfields cannot accomodate for the entire P. E. E. Air Force’s, the Air Force Will Conduct the Bombings of the Airfields across Dodoia with the Help of the Navy’s Submarine IRBMs. There’s a second Nation that can pose a Problem: Attancia, but like the TDR, a Blitz on their Airfields and Ports can buy us time to finish a TDR Occupation within 6 months".

Yazov then stood up, he walked arround the Conference room and looked towards the KNG Commander-in-chief 2 Stars General Markian Popov and asked, "What are the KNG Operational Capacities ?"

Popov Replied, "With the Southern Rebellion coming to a end, we will be able to assit the Red Army in Quelling any Opposition to our rule and sending back to the sea any Naval Invasions. If we can't deny them a beach head, we will be able to enforce a scorched earth policy, denying them supplies. The Siberskan Divisions will then push them back in the Harsh Winter".

Yazov then walked towards hiw chair. He then sat on his chair whilst picking up and looking at a photograph of his dead daughter Eleanor. He then looked at his Generals and said, "If we are going to war... I refuse to take this responsibility... The Great Trial was successful, I'm afraid my usefulness is coming to a end...". Yazov then looked at his second in command, Field Marshall and head of the TNF Alliance Leonid Makarov, and he said with a depressed tone, " It's Time for the Kadetys and Trudoviks to take charge, the Nation is Ready..."

The talks resumed for 30 minutes, two Hours later Yazov was about to address the Nation in National TV...

6:30 AM, The Kremlin.

In the Presidential Office, everything was set. The Grand Marshall was in front of his desk with the Kagian and Vostoian Flag in the Background, then the RT Cameraman gave the signal... Yazov's last speech was about to start...

Yazov Adresse's to the Nation:

"Good Morning... Good Morning to All Kagians...

Today, as the Marshall of this Confederation, I've came to the conclusion that the Hardest steps to the restablishment of the Vostoian Dreams were completed... From the Kazanov Sea to the Etellan Sea, From Moskva to Klagenfurt, all Oligarchs were liquidated with success... All Traitors were executed... Today is time for us, as a Nation, as Humans, to live in peace and Equality because all Men are created equal, all men are the representation of God's will and children of god, all men shall live in the pursuit for their Happiness and shall live in liberty and not in Tyranny...

Comrades, as leader of this great nation I've commited for some crimes and for some I've commited acts that were necessary... As a Marshall, as a Human... I Hereby declare that I do not feel guilt, all I've done was and still is in the interest of the Nation... The Nation that educated me... If I have to commit the same actions, to enforce the same policies, all over again: I will commit and enforce them again.

It's time, time for a New Vostochnyye and Time for a New World Order.

Today I hereby transfer all of my powers to the State Douma, I hereby nominate Leonid Makarian Dmitry Yvelinovich Makarova as the Provisional President of all Kagians and of the New United Nations of Kagu. The CKR is hereby replaced by the UNK. President Makarov, will have the holy duty of drafting a new constitution and the Holy duty of enforcing Democracy, Republicanism and Liberty throughout the Nation and Kagu itself. I, Dmitry Tsemerovich Yazova, Retire from Politics and Military Life.

Do not be afraid Vostochnyye, today... Today is a New Dawn, the Dawn of a New Republic, the dawn of a New Federation... The Dawn of the Neo-Vostoian Dream... And the Dawn of the Neo-Pan Kagian Ideals... Today, neither the Hrvadan Impostor, neither the Heretics over Dunferm and Attancia will not deny the Absolute victory of Democracy, liberty and God. And We as a nation, as a Republic, as a Federation of Brothers, we will not back down!

They Shall Not pass! The Tyrants, the warlords shall not Pass! The Socialists Shall not Pass! The Heretics Shall not Pass! The Authoritarians Shall not Pass! And If they want to anilhiate us, if they want to suffocate us, They Shall Die! If we have to, we shall fight over the beaches, we shall fight over the clouds, we shall fight to the bitter end, and we shall fight to the last blood spill, because as a Nation we shall never Surrender...

Forwards Vostoians! Forwards Matsrakians! Forwards! Not one step Back! We shall Fight for Democracy! And We shall fight until the last blood spill! Beware Enemies of Vostochnyye, We will fight if we have to and we shall fight until the absolute Victory of the Nation! Dare to intervene in our Democracy, dare to intervene in our Politics... Because no matter what, if you want a war let us be clear: We shall fight until total victory.

God Bless our Plains, God bless our Farmers, god bless The New Republic, god bless Vostochnyye...

end of the TV Broadcast

by **Logar** » Mon Aug 16, 2021 6:53 am

Adrian and his government officials were, in a sunny day, reunited at the Sovereign's office discussing the approval of a new aircraft carrier in the presence of the Minister of Defense. Adrian was sat on his workbench, analyzing the different arguments, with his officials sat down around his bench in equally spaced white and golden-adorned chairs. On his bench, there was a blueprint of the proposed Harley-class aircraft carrier that was carefully detailed on dimensions, weaponry and others, designed by Logarian designer Maurice Harley for the Imperial Navy. Although Harley was not present, the defense minister was there to represent him being his main supporter for this project. Harley had also proposed another design, that of a fighter and a bomber aircraft, but the blueprint for some reason was not there with the government officials, which raised the possibility of the blueprint being stolen by someone and the government had already, secretly, mobilized police forces to search for it.

▬ My Emperor, ▬ began the defense minister, ▬ as you can see, this is the project: A state-of-the-art aircraft carrier specially idealized for our Navy.
▬ Why do we need it? ▬ Adrian asked.
▬ Well, Your Imperial Majesty, ▬ said the Grand Admiral, ▬ our ships are from long ago, and we have only four carriers currently in service. There is a need of updating the fleet. Logar has been neutral for so much time, except for the time in the Great War, that we didn't have the need to update our war technology at all.
▬ I don't think there is a need, ▬ declared Courtmaster Veers, ▬ we are, since our foundation, war profiteers.
▬ Times are different, I guess, ▬ said Adrian in response, ▬ now we have important commercial and military allies.
▬ The carrier costs, to our economy, only LL$28 billion, Your Majesty, ▬ said the Grand Admiral, ▬ we already have a based economy and a powerful name in the international market. The economy will survive an update in the fleet.
▬ I don't doubt that, ▬ Adrian ensured, ▬ but there is more important stuff to do regarding public funds. Let's invest on the Logarian society. Be aware that's the taxpayer's money. I approve the construction of two Harley-class aircraft carriers and only that by now.

The officials spent some time discussing the procedures of the ship building process. Adrian made sure to all present that military funding won't be his priority during his reign but rather the investing on the Logarian public assets, such as the Logarian Health Agency and public transport. The ship was approved to be constructed and, to execute that, Emperor Adrian decided that May Drive Yards, a private company, will be responsible for the construction and Capri, the Secretary of the Palace, was later tasked of inviting the company to the project. The city of Iona, Province of Regisland, was chosen by Veers during the meeting with Adrian and the others, and because the defense minister "insisted" on the proposal, Adrian put him as the supervisor of the construction. The Grand Admiral stipulated that six years would be necessary to complete the carrier. During night time, it was divulgated on the government website the construction of the two new ships of the same class, and the availability of budget and protection to the construction site was already made ready on the following day. The response of the international community regarding this is unsure to the Logarian government.

And regarding the possible updating of the Imperial Navy, Adrian decided that such action is a secondary goal during his reign and, because it is delayed and expensive at the cost of society, the monarch then is focused on public services first. Without even telling neither the Courtmaster nor other government officials, Adrian is actually unsure of what to do regarding the military, but fearing a possible backlash of them, he surely will let revigorated the Imperial Army and Navy "within ten years".

by **Furbish Islands** » Wed Aug 18, 2021 1:44 pm

Ƿy are Furbiſh Touriſts Viſiting Nigard and Fort PP?
Nigard Province in Dunferm and Fort PP Have Become Hotſpots for Furbiſh Touriſts
Peter Peterſon (@ppterſon) (FBC News)

^{10 AUGUST 2021 07:51 | Boſton, Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands}

Boſton, ÐE FURBISH ISLANDS — Following a hiȝly publiciſed incident in Nigard Province, Dunferm, ƿere þree Furbiſh touriſts were deported after trespaſſiŋ into a national park, many aſked ƿy ðis particular province receives large numbers of Furbiſh touriſts.

Ðe ſmall iſland nation of Fort PP, a protectorate of ðe Antarctic Circle State, alſo receives a disproportionately large number of touriſts from Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands.

Several poſſible explanations emerged…

Pornographic Pictures of Preſident Waldoon go Viral
In ðe Wake of “Waldoonlied” Several Pictures of President Waldoon of ðe Dodo Republic go Viral Over Social Media
Peter Peterſon (@ppterſon) (FBC News)

^{12 AUGUST 2021 07:56 | Boſton, Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands}

Boſton, ÐE FURBISH ISLANDS — In ðe wake of “Waldoonlied”, a parody of ðe Dodoian national anþem written in 3chan to mock ðe 29 year old preſident of ðe Dodo Republic, goiŋ viral, ſeveral pictures of Waldoon went viral over social media.

Ðese pictures include ſeveral of Waldoon engaging in ſexual intercourſe wiþ dodos and wiþ Emperor Adrian of Logar, wiþ Waldoon beiŋ ðe bottom in all of ðem.

Ðey were likely firſt poſted to 3chan before beiŋ ſhared þrouȝ oðer ſites, moſtly InContact as moſt platforms were quick to delete ðem.

Ðe pictures went viral not loŋ after a video of Waldoon ſiŋiŋ “Waldoonlied” was poſted to ſeveral video ſhariŋ platforms…

Pornographic Pictures of Marſhall Yazov and Oðer Voſtonian Officials Go Viral
Þouſands of Furbiſh Internet Uſers Shared Pornographic Images and Sex Tapes of Voſtonian Government Officials
Peter Peterſon (@ppterſon) (FBC News)

^{12 AUGUST 2021 20:39 | Boſton, Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands}

Boſton, ÐE FURBISH ISLANDS — Pornographic images and ſex tapes of Marſhall Yazov and oðer Voſtonian officials, including the foreign affairs miniſter went viral, being poſted moſtly on 3chan and InContact…

National Aſſembly Burſts Out Lauȝiŋ Over Recent Viral Images
Ðeſe Include “Waldoonlied” and Several Pornographic Images of Preſident Waldoon and Marſhall Yazov Spread on Social Media
Summer Bertalan (@sbertalan) (FBC News)

^{13 AUGUST 2021 14:53 | Boſton, Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands}

Boſton, ÐE FURBISH ISLANDS — Duriŋ a Friday morniŋ debate, ðe National Aſſembly ſpent ſeveral minutes lauȝiŋ at images ƿich recently went viral.

Ðis began ƿen an AFÐFI deputy accuſed ðe government of “beiŋ involved in ðe creation of ðeſe images inſtead of doiŋ ðeir jobs.”

A confuſed Prime Miniſter Arthur Trudeau aſked what ðey were talkiŋ about, ƿich another deputy explained, ſtarting wiþ “Waldoonlied”, a parody of ðe Dodoian national anþem mocking ðeir preſident, to ƿich ðe entire National Aſſembly, including ðe Preſidium, burſt out lauȝiŋ for nearly two minutes until order was reſtored.

Ðe deputy continued, talkiŋ about ðe pornographic images of Waldoon and Yazov, to ƿich ðe National Aſſembly ſpent more time lauȝiŋ at…

Božena Awarded Contract for New Fiȝter Jets
Ðe Fiȝter Jets are Set to Replace ðe Agiŋ Furbiſh Fleet Startiŋ 2025
Richard Aſtley (@rickaſtley) (FBC News)

^{13 AUGUST 2021 15:28 | Boſton, Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands}

Boſton, ÐE FURBISH ISLANDS — Ðe Furbiſh Air Force announced ðat Božena was awarded a contract to ſupply new multirole fiȝters ƿich would phaſe out ðe current fleet.

Ðeſe fiȝters are currently in ſervice in ðe Hrvadan Federation, and ðe Confederacy of Kaguan Republics was intereſted in purchaſing ðem ðouȝ ðe deal fell þrouȝ.

AFÐFI leader Chad Grosderhan was quick to criticiſe ðis deciſion, accuſing ðe Air Force of “placing foreign workers above native Furbiſhmen”, but many pointed out ðat his party took ðe oppoſite ſtance when a Furbiſh company was awarded an attack helicopter contract over Božena…

Adjoa Iſaaman Elected Stadtholder
Adjoa Iſaaman to Become ðe Firſt Woman of Colour and Openly LGBT+ Stadtholder
Summer Bertalan (@sbertalan) (FBC News)

^{16 AUGUST 2021 07:52 | Boſton, Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands}

Boſton, ÐE FURBISH ISLANDS — Ƿile reſults for ðe stadtholder election ſtill have to be fully certified, Adjoa Iſaaman from ðe Progreſſive Union has been declared ðe winner by ðe National Election Commiſſion.

Iſaaman will be ðe fifþ woman, ſixþ person of colour, firſt woman of colour, þird Jew, and firſt openly leſbian to be elected Stadtholder.

Outgoiŋ Stadtholder Richard Melberg was one of ðe firſt to congratulate Iſaaman on her victory, ſtating on Cvrkut ðat her victory “broke a major glaſs ceiliŋ for ðe LGBTQIA+ community”, and is “not juſt an achievement for ðe LGBTQIA+ community but for all of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands.”.

Progreſſive Union leader and Former Prime Miniſter Þomas Norup, current Prime Miniſter and Chriſtian Democratic Union leader Arthur Trudeau, and Deputy Prime Miniſter of Foreign Affairs and Liberal Union leader Floris Hutters all congratulated Iſaaman not loŋ after Melberg.

AFÐFI leader Chad Grosderhan did not congratulate Iſaaman, inſtead claimiŋ ðe election was rigged, citiŋ ðe AFÐFI’s candidate haviŋ ðe moſt first choice votes, and ſayiŋ he will conteſt ðe reſults of ðe election in any way he can…

FBC Biographies: Adjoa Iſaaman

^{LAST UPDATED: 16 AUGUST 2021 07:52}

Adjoa Iſaaman was born to black immigrant parents in Boſton, beiŋ raiſed Jewiſh as her moðer is Jewiſh. She did extremely well in ſchool, graduatiŋ on top of her claſs, ðen enliſting in ðe Army. She ðen got a degree in criminal juſtice and political ſcience at ðe Univerſity of Boſton. After graduatiŋ at age 28, Iſaaman joined ðe Boſton Police, ƿere ſhe met her now wife. She was offered a job at the Federal Security Agency ſeven years later ðen left law enforcement after beiŋ offered a job as a bank ſecurity manager, ðen ðe ſecurity manager of an arms manufacturing company.

Iſaaman entered politics in 1996 at age 42 after ſucceſsfully runniŋ for ðe Boſton Aſſembly, wiþ ðe main point on her platform beiŋ LGBTQIA+ riȝts. She choſe to not run for reelection in 1999, inſtead runniŋ for National Aſſembly and winniŋ. Her auþored bills include one to legaliſe ſame-ſex marriage nationally, paſſed in 2005, and a controverſial vehicle emiſſions law ƿich effectively banned the import of cars from ſeveral countries, notably moſt Hrvadan cars and many from Fluvannia. Iſaaman was given ſeveral miniſterial poſitions, moſt recently becomiŋ ðe Deputy Prime Miniſter of Juſtice under Þomas Norup.

Iſaaman has þree adopted children wiþ her wife…

Ƿat Adjoa Iſaaman’s Election Means for Furbiſh Foreign Policy
Stadtholder Elect Iſaaman has Been Very Vocal About Her Opinions on Foreign Nations as Critics Pointed Out
Summer Bertalan (@sbertalan) (FBC News)

^{16 AUGUST 2021 08:42 | Boſton, Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands}

Boſton, ÐE FURBISH ISLANDS — Ðe election of Adjoa Iſaaman has cauſed many to queſtion ƿat her effects on Furbiſh foreign policy will be.

Duriŋ ðe campaign trail, Iſaaman was very critical of ðe newly elected riȝt wiŋ populiſt government of Hrvada and ðe absolute monarchy of Logar, puttiŋ ðeir alliances with Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands into queſtion.

Iſaaman has alſo been extremely critical of ðe actions of ðe United Kaguan Nations, previously known as ðe Confederacy of Kaguan Republics or Eastern Federation. She called for action to be taken immediately againſt ðem, includiŋ poſſibly sendiŋ troops to ðe Dodo Republic and Attancia, ƿose independence they have þreatened repeatedly.

Deſpite her talk, ðe stadtholder has little power, eſpecially in foreign policy and defence, ƿere actions can be overturned by a ſingle ſenior miniſter.

However, beiŋ an adviſer to the cabinet, ðe stadtholder does have ſome influence over ðe cabinet, even if ðey are of different parties…

Fifteen Furbiſh Companies Attend 2021 Fort Valkyrie Train Show
Ðe Companies Arrive to Show Off Technology to Many Viſitors From Acroſs ðe Globe
Richard Aſtley (@rickaſtley) (FBC News)

^{16 AUGUST 2021 12:09 | Fort Valkyrie, Dodo Republic}

Fort Valkyrie, DODO REPUBLIC — Ðe 16th of Auguſt marks ðe beginniŋ of ðe Fort Valkyrie train ſhow in ðe Dodo Republic, one of ſeveral ƿere companies from around ðe globe ſhow off railroad technology.

Ðis year is different from ðe reſt, however, as recently in a meetiŋ wiþ Furbiſh officials ðe Dodo Republic has expreſſed intereſt in purchaſing Furbish rail technology, and ſo has Hrvada and ðe Antarctic Circle State, ðough ðe latter has been put into queſtion as Furbish companies þreaten to pull contracts due to a weapons deal with ðe United Kaguan Nations.

All fifteen Furbish rolling ſtock manufacturers, ƿich make a variety of products from conventional and hiȝ ſpeed long distance trains to city trams, are preſent at ðe ſhow, each attemptiŋ to outbid ðe oðers in elaborate diſplays of ðeir products.

Ðe preſident of ðe Dodo Republic was preſent at ðe ſhow, and reportedly the fifteen companies each contributed ƒ15, as a gift to him…

Largeſt Military Parade Ever Done on Conſtitution Day
Military Parades Markiŋ ðe Holiday are not Unusual, but ðe Size of Ðis Year’s Parade is
Richard Aſtley (@rickaſtley) (FBC News)

^{17 AUGUST 2021 17:33 | Boſton, Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands}

Boſton, ÐE FURBISH ISLANDS — Military parades in Boſton to celebrate Conſtitution Day are as old as ðe holiday itſelf, but ðey are uſually relatively ſmall, unlike ðe parade ðis afternoon.

Multiple Army diviſions marched down ðe ſtreets of Boſton, followed by many newly built main battle tanks and artillery pieces, ƿen uſually a couple of brigades are choſen at moſt.

Newer Air Force jets made a flyby over Boſton as ðe parade went on, painting the ſky in ðe colours of ðe Furbiſh flag, and much more planes did ðan uſual flew by.

Finally, ƿen ðe Army and Gendarmerie diviſions made ðeir way by ðe harbour, an entire carrier battle group was docked, and more ſhips ſat furðer away in ðe water, to give a deafeniŋ ſalute to the armed forces, ƿen only one or two ſhips would be giviŋ a ſalute in moſt years.

Ðis parade was by far ðe largeſt in Furbiſh hiſtory, and many have ſpeculated ƿy ðis was ðe caſe.

Ðe moſt likely explanation is ðat ðis was a reſponſe to recent events, and ðe parade was meant as a ſhow of force to ðe increaſiŋly belligerent United Kaguan Nations…

A recording appeared on the dark web on the evening of the 17th of August, from a source with an IP address in the United Kaguan Nations. It was said in multiple languages, but people were quick to recognize the voices as members of the Furbish cabinet and translate them.

“I wish that plane hit when they landed. Regardless I intend to dismiss García’s ass for her actions in the Confederacy.” said a voice in French identified as Prime Minister Arthur Trudeau.

“The sooner the better. They are a valuable ally we could have lost from her stunt, giving him Viagra.” said a Dutch voice identified as Deputy Prime Minister of Foreign Affairs Floris Hutters.

“Then we will withdraw from PEE and ally with the Confederacy. And the fighters?” said the French voice.

“Choosing Božena was a mistake and I will dismiss the incompetent bafoons responsible for this. We should have gone with the Vostonians.” said a voice in Hrvadan, identified as Deputy Prime Minister of Defense Radovan Lovrić. The rest of the room all voiced their agreement.

“And the ships?” asked another Dutch voice, identified as Stadtholder Richard Melberg.

“The first batch of our 1.5 kilometer long aircraft carrier battleships are ready to be launched. Nothing will stand a chance against their guns and armor.” the Hrvadan voice said, “They really are underrated. They will be revealed in a big ceremony on the-”

The recording abruptly ended.

by **Logar** » Wed Aug 18, 2021 4:52 pm

Waldoon's Telephone Invitation

The Emperor of Logar, young Adrian, was at his desk reviewing the most recent enactments of the States General, approving and refusing them. His office was, as always, quiet, being possible to hear his writing and the clock, apart from the noise outside his office. He was tired and suffering from a slight headache. The only he wanted was to end this day and go to bed. The only company he apparently had within the room was that of the two palace guards of the Imperial Royal Guard, plus four of them outside the office, guarding its doors. When the Emperor least hoped for it, his table telephone ringed. Since it was a line of communication granted only to world leaders, he expected something boring of government affairs, but it wasn't. The caller was Waldoon, Dodo Republic president.

▬ Leave me.

Adrian ordered and both guards exited the room as the phone ringed. When there was only him in there, he then attended to his desk telephone.

▬ Hello? ▬ Adrian said upon attending the call.
▬ Hey! How's it going? ▬ said Waldoon on the other end, happy his friend responded.
▬ I was confirming some decisions of the States General, ▬ he said in a happy, though quite tired voice tone. ▬ How can I help you, my friend?
▬ Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to come over. I heard somewhere you liked fish and if you don't already know, Dodoian fish are considered some of the best in the world. ▬ said Waldoon.
▬ I am pretty aware of that, ▬ he laughs ▬ I mean... Sure I can.
▬ And I would like the company, things get really lonely over here, ▬ said Waldoon. ▬ So should I begin preparations?
▬ Days have been pretty stressful, y'know? Maybe not exactly now...
▬ If you insist… But ya know I always thought time with a good friend can relieve a good amount of stress, ▬ Waldoon attempts to plead
▬ There's the trip, the media, those filthy Furbish anons who make fun of your image... It's everything so stressful really, ▬ he pauses for a second ▬ When can you receive me?
▬ Them Furbish are something… And I thought the PPers were the peak of internet trolling, ▬ Waldoon said with a little chuckle ▬ I can receive you any time ya like, my schedule for the next few days is pretty clear.
▬ What day is today? ▬ he asks as he for some reason forgot it.
▬ The 18th of August from what I gather, ▬ Waldoon says checking his watch with the sudden realization he too forgot the day.
▬ I think 20th is a good day for me.
▬ Alright then, ▬ said Waldoon, ▬ I will begin the preparations.
▬ Good then. ▬ he says with a happy tone.
▬ See you soon, ▬ said Waldoon cheerfully.
▬ See ya, ▬ he says upon ranging up.

When he hangs up the phone and positions it on his workbench, Adrian slides his fingers through his hair. Relaxing in his chair as he leans over. Like the wind that clashed his office windows, Adrian was capable of being tender and sometimes heavy. Though as a leader, he has no time to be depressed and needed to pass confidence, as fake as it is, to his people and lead them while he can't lead himself in the seas of thoughts that destroyed his mind every morning and night. His father left him before it was time for him to be a ruler, and that made him furious as much as he loves his father, who he has reached to consider a fool for not treating his disease soon enough to give his son more time to gain experience to be a more suitable emperor in the future. Still, the young monarch is very much determined to keep the emperor's almost total and unchallengeable power and the high status of the House of Idenburg. He was uncertain about the future as he observed the sunny gardens of the palace through his office's enormous window. It didn't matter how much he wanted to establish a clear line of thought, another thought comes and interrupts him. He was confused, anyways.
After some minutes of thoughts, he then decided to go back to work and give his final saying over enactments of the States General. Whatever he did was almost automatic, in some few cases being very careful about his judgment after all one of his prime goals was to keep control over the State on behalf of his house. Again, a wall of very intimate thoughts came to his head, which he had to put aside for that prevented him from doing his job properly, this because he would stay still while trying to process this wave of random thoughts about him, his future, and the country. He was aware of what was happening, yes, and knew he had to do something quickly or his goals would surely fail, but had little opportunity to open his heart to someone of his trust, and that's why he agreed to meet with Waldoon. Because despite the media and the internet striking him incessantly, Waldoon was his only friend on the international stage whom he met before he was made monarch, and subsequently the only person Adrian felt he had an "emotional connection" with. Adrian decided to put his tasks aside, thinking "I'll be able to do this all tomorrow, surely", and grabs his desk telephone and calls the office of the Secretary of the Palace, Capri.

▬ Yes, Your Imperial Majesty?
▬ John. I need you to organize another trip to Dodoia.
▬ Undercover?
▬ No. You can announce to the media that I'll be having an informal meeting with Waldoon.
▬ I thought Your Majesty wouldn't want their attention, sir.
▬ It does not matter. What do they know? Nothing but sensationalistic rumors.
▬ As you wish, My Emperor.

After ending the very quick call with the Emperor, Capri rapidly made contact with the Villanova International Airport, stating that "His Imperial Majesty will have to make use of the area to attend a meeting with the Dodoian president, and because of that, security must be boosted and there shall have a special slot for the Idenburg, official aircraft of the Logarian sovereign". The secretary also contacted the provincial police, the Emperor's driver, and the Korai, making sure everything was ready to carry him to the airport. There was no real need of contacting the command of the Imperial Royal Guard since it is under the total and direct control of the Sovereign, and they were always with him regardless of anything. After some time, though, Adrian regretted his actions of letting his job aside to give attention to his "emotions", and decided to go back to work only a couple of minutes after. The day was long, like all others of Adrian, who was happy because he was gonna soon see his best friend.

by **Logar** » Wed Aug 18, 2021 5:06 pm

The Roses of Villanova

The wind carries secrets of the past,
Secrets whose belong to the ruling ones,
The always high ones, leaders of the Nation,
Who are the only ones to touch the roses of Villanova,
Such roses who were touched by blood,
And were involved by gold,
Gold of the above, rulers of the Nation,
Who scattered blood, for power, on the roses of Villanova.

by **Logar** » Sat Aug 21, 2021 1:31 pm

In the Idenburg manor, the foundation of the powerful House of Idenburg, the Emperor's relatives lived there. The only ones he had: Prince Edward, Duke of Highwaters, the uncle, Prince Evans, Duke of Highgarden, the cousin, and Danielle, Duchess of Highwaters, the uncle's wife. His uncle, the only sibling of late Emperor August IV, was very much aware of his nephew, Emperor Adrian, being young and inexperienced, and so he feared a large fall of the power of the menacing Imperial House of Logar, principally when he saw his nephew's approach of what he most despised near Logar: The Furbish government. The lavish and rapacious nobleman of the highest nobility in Logar decided that he should do something to protect his family and their status in the Logarian society, fearing intervention from the Furbish in the Logarian system. Upon leaving the opulent manor to go directly to the Palace of Villanova, he said to his wife and son:
— I am going there. I expect to convince the Emperor...
— Good luck, my love.
Upon receiving the good luck of his wife with a malicious smile, Edward then exited the building and walked to the limousine of the Idenburgs, guarded by two military light armoured vehicles and about to nine Korai agents and five Imperial Army soldiers, Edward, being accompanied by his guards and the vehicle scout, then headed to the Imperial Palace of Villanova to attend a special meeting with his nephew, Adrian I. Prince Edward was not apprehensive at all, he was very much serene, carefully calculating his arguments into emotional statements to convince the Emperor's weak emotional intelligence due to the death of his brother, and Adrian's father, August IV. He indeed was expecting to convince his inexperienced nephew and gain the status and title of Regent of the Logarian Empire in order to take the powers from the Emperor and invest them on the regent, in this case, himself, and make the House of Idenburg absolute and have a watchful presence in the States General of Logar and the Logarian foreign affairs. After some minutes of the voyage, the scouted limousine then arrived at the Palace of Villanova's front gates guarded by the Imperial Royal Guard and the Provincial Police of Villanova. Upon the officials realizing it is Prince Edward present, they quickly permitted his entrance. The noble left the limousine with the guard of two army soldiers, though they were not given permission to enter the palace, and Prince Edwards entered the estate alone and headed to the office of the Emperor, who was patiently waiting for his uncle, who as he entered soon said:
— My Emperor, I am very glad to have this meeting with Your Majesty.
— My uncle. Take a seat, please.
And as the Emperor suggested, his uncle sat down on the office's white, gold-embroidered chair right in front of the Emperor's workbench and without much delay, Edward began his sayings:
— My nephew, I have been terribly worried about your mental health state.
— Yes. Carry on.
— You lost your father, I lost my brother. I know there are multiple things running the roads of your thoughts many times during the day, and I know you have been facing emotional difficulties. When I lost my father, your grandpa, August III, I felt the same way you are feeling right now, Adrian. And even though you have your great goals that will certainly run the nation to glory, you won't be able to reign in your current emotional state.
— And what should I do, my uncle?
— I am old, Adrian. And ageing brings many privileges youth don't have. Please, my nephew, I urge yo you: Use my knowledge, use my political experience. While you need to deal with your internal demons, allow me to smooth the pain your young heart has been feeling for so much time. There's no need to suffer alone when you have millions of people of love you, Adrian.
— What do you suggest, my uncle?
— Make me Regent of the Empire, my Emperor. I assure you, I'll administer the government subjects you find so boring and overflowing, that devastates your young mind without any experience. Our house's destiny is thriving, is to stand by the side of the Spirits of Winter, my nephew.
— I... Thank you so much, my uncle. I always knew you were a good man as my father once was.
— He still is. I promise I won't disappoint you, Your Imperial Majesty.
— I'll announce this decision to the States General and to the People, for the good of my mental health.
— Wise decision.
With the certainty he would become regent while the Emperor was receiving psychiatric treatment to "his demons", Edward left the Imperial Palace of Villanova and headed back to the residence of the House of Idenburg. "I'll be the saviour of this nation." He thought as he made his trip back to his residence, constantly smiling with a malicious nuance while looking to the window. Once he finally arrived at the manor, he gave the good news to his wife and son. While that in the Palace of Villanova, Adrian gave the news to the Courtmaster of Veers, Michael Veers, via a telephone call. Heavy terms such as "I am tired", "this is enough", and "I'm done" were all used by the young monarch during his call with Veers, who understood his decisions and quickly prepared the announcement to the imperial legislature, that was gonna be launched on the next day. The Emperor wrote a declaration making Edward the Regent of the Empire that was gonna be delivered as Veers' announcement was made available to the deputies of the States General. Once all was announced, Edward will then be fully styled, with the grace of His Imperial Majesty the Emperor: His Imperial Highness the Prince Regent Edward Olympia Vermont Idenburg, Duke of Highwaters, KOI, CMIOS. He was destined to work in the Imperial Palace of Villanova, as the emperor did, while Adrian was destined to be sent to the Idenburg manor in order to receive treatment and help to deal with his grief and lack of emotional support he was going through as Emperor of Logar.

by **Dunferm** » Mon Aug 23, 2021 11:39 am

The Bell of Ravenspire

Electoral Reform Bill - An Overview

Yesterday afternoon, the Elections and Representation Bill of 2021 has recently been passed by the noble lords of the upper chamber without amendment or objection, and is to be presented before His Majesty for promulgation. While electoral reform was not part of the present coalition's pledged commitments, the issues affecting Dunfermian implementation of the Proportional Representation with Single Transferable Vote has forced the government to push through the long-desired reform, after several local scandals in recent elections.

What is the issue? It is the nature of multi-member constituencies. Under the present system, the entire country is divided in several districts, each returning at least 3 members, which produces no trouble in the populated and urban south, but creates a plurality of problems for northern agrarian ridings, scarcely populated, with communties havign distance as far as 42 geographical miles, and making the claims of the current system being representatives of localities being absurd. Under the reformed system, at least 20 constituencies in the north will be split into dozens of smaller ones, returning only one member, and to preserve the principles of the current system, elections will be conducted using Alternative Vote system, also known as Ranked-Choice Voting, which will also adopted for future by-elections for other districts, that previously used First-Past-the-Post system.

A major rumour, that has circulated the Internet for the last ten years, is that current write-in ballots for general elections will be replaced with the new design with candidate's names already printed on them, as in Attancia or in the Furbish Islands, however no part of the bill in question nor comments from legislators mentioned it, making it highly unlikely. In addition, several researchers has recently written an open letter, claiming that a foreign-style ballot will give unfair advantage, especially in urban ridings.

Political experts predict that the bill will receive royal sanction, and thus made into law.

by **Furbish Islands** » Wed Aug 25, 2021 6:02 pm

Trans-Dampiera Hiȝ Speed Line
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Morniŋ, Þurſday 19 Auguſt 2021

An eight car double decker high speed train sped through the mountains, on a track that tunneled through mountains and bridged over valleys to stay straight, allowing trains to maintain their maximum speeds of 350 kilometers per hour. On board, many of the passengers sat in their seats admiring the views, others making their way towards one of the two cafes, serving food prepared on the train. Other passengers made their way towards the second floor of the front and back cars, which has a large window the trains are famous for. One man looked out the window, then took a walk through the top floor of the first and second cars, which has business class seats, carefully noting the seated passengers, then stood towards the back of the second, next to the stairs, elevator, and restroom, which was occupied. He sent an SMS on his phone saying “All in.”

The restroom door opened and another man walked out, facing the third car. The door of the restroom from the first car opened and two more men exited, standing on either side of the path between the first and second cars. Two more men stood on either side of the stairs on the second car. “Attention passengers” said the head conductor over the intercom, “We ask all passengers currently in the top floor of the second car to remain seated and no passengers to enter the top floor of the second car. We apologize for this inconvenience and thank you for your cooperation.”. This was repeated in the other three major Furbish languages. After a long moment following the end of the announcement, four men were let through by the guards, one man entered through the first car, and three from the third, one being the head conductor who followed them. Three drew handguns, which caused panic despite the conductor asking all to remain calm.

After walking down the aisle, the men stopped at a group of four seats facing each other with a table in the middle. “Under the order of the Gendarmerie you are under arrest for piracy, extortion, smuggling, and money laundering.” said one, holding his handgun with one hand and his badge and arrest warrant with the other, “You have the right to remain silent as anything you say can and will be used against you in court. You have the right to an attorney which will be paid for by the state if fees should prove to be a financial burden. You have the right to translation services paid for by the state. You shall be assumed innocent until proven guilty. Do you understand?”.

The passengers nodded, then the gendarme said “All four of you stand up and put your hands up.”. They obeyed, and one man put away his handgun to put handcuffs on all four passengers.

Walking aside with the conductor, the man said “Ask the passengers to sit for a while until we take these mafia bosses off at the next stop. Once again we are terribly sorry for the inconvenience.”

“It is understandable” the conductor said. This was not his first time trying to calm panicked passengers in a train, he and the other conductors knew what to do.

Jean de Flandre Gendarmerie Buildiŋ, Capital Diſtrict
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Morniŋ, Monday 23 Auguſt 2021

Like all buildings in the Capital Diſtrict, the Jean de Flandre Gendarmerie Buildiŋ was rebuilt many times over three centuries, evolving from a small colonial garrison to part of a large complex, holding the headquarters of all branches of the military, museums, as well as a base for local gendarmes. Many old sections of the building were preserved, including an area stormed several times by the building’s namesake, and they sit next to often controversial extensions, including a modern style section holding mobile gendarmes. Unlike local gendarmes, which were attached to a district they were in charge of policing, mobile gendarmes were deployed wherever needed, from patrolling highways and railroads to the Special Operations Force which deals with high risk missions such as hostage situations, though most usually only assist local law enforcement when needed.

Naomi Roſenberg and Martin Stoefflers, two gendarmes from the same squad of mobile gendarmes, sat in a small room in the Jean de Flandre Buildiŋ. “So Emperor Adrian just declared his uncle to be his regent.” said Stoefflers, scrolling through his phone.

“I can already feel Floris Hutters roaring in anger.” said Roſenberg.

“Seems like someone managed to pressure him to give power before Hutters did.” said Stoefflers, followed by a pause, “That poor bastard, being given the burden of ruling a nation with an iron fist at age 24, how tragic.”

“If this were up to me,” said Roſenberg as she filled a cup of water from the water cooler and took a drink, “I would have ended this alliance and not even invited them into the CBT talks.”

Stoefflers smirked a little. “For a moment I thought you meant something else when you said CBT.”

“Holy shit” said Roſenberg, laughing with Stoefflers. “Well someone definitely had a sense of humor when choosing the city to hold that summit.”

“So does whatever translator who decided ‘Protective-Economic Entente’ was the best name for the alliance in Trudeau’s draft.” said Stoefflers, as he laughed again with Roſenberg.

“The only thing Adrian and his uncle-regent deserve is a couple of decades in prison.” said Roſenberg, “not working with the Furbish government. They should have canceled all those transit projects and the thorium research.”

“Agreed.” said Stoefflers, “And his boyfriend doesn’t deserve Furbish protection either. Especially if he keeps doing the stupid shit he did with the United Confederate Eastern Vostonian Kaguan Federal Nation Republics or whatever they’re called now. They get new governments faster than the second republic.”

“Ah yes.” said Roſenberg, laughing, “Remember when we were rude to assume things we didn’t know about? Someone needs to take his own advice.”

“We’re supposed to get a visit from the Vostonians today actually.”

“You know Hutters only agreed to that because he’s planning something.”

They laughed, until hearing a sudden knock on the door.

“Gendarme Stoefflers and Stoefflers.” said Sergeant Julian Simon, second in command of the squad, as he entered and saw Stoefflers, laughing at his joke, then laughing harder after seeing Roſenberg, “Sergeant Jenſen said he always sees the two of you together. And you guys know, the security camera operators can see what you are doing. They’ve asked us questions on several occasions.”

“No wonder why he hates us.” said Roſenberg to Stoefflers, and they laughed. Like all commanders, Sergeant Arþur Jenſen was strict, but especially so to them.

“I looked for you guys to tell you our raid today was canceled by Jenſen.” said Simon.

“What?” Stoefflers asked, confused.

“He deemed it was too high of a risk.” said Simon.

“What risk? This is an extremely rare chance to-” said Roſenberg.

“Did not say anything else, but orders are orders.”

“With all due respect, this is an ill thought out decision.” said Roſenberg, “Their security manager is gone and we have probable cause to launch a raid.”

“We can ignore-” started Stoefflers.

“You can defy his order but if you require backup for whatever reason you will be in serious trouble.” said Simon. The gendarmes nodded and he said “Jenſen ordered you to patrol the streets of Boſton. We have an official visit. Here is the motorcade’s route.”, and he handed out a map.

“Hutters is a fucking genius.” said Roſenberg, laughing.

“Can you believe there are two countries on this planet ruled by people younger than Sergeant Jenſen? Can’t imagine how incompetent they will be.” said Stoefflers as Simon left, “Get in your car and we’re meeting the Boſton police as we promised.”

…

A small group of police officers gathered at a station. “You can’t make this shit up.” one thought as he held a warrant, “We really are raiding the mafia because of racist hiring practices.”. They all reviewed the plan, but were still waiting for a person, until they heard a knock on the door.

“Here from the Gendarmerie.” said Stoefflers.

“Just two of you?” asked one officer.

“Yes. The raid was called off and no reason given.”

The officer thought for a moment. “There is no time to discuss this.” he said, “Here is the plan…”

…

A truck pulled into an alley off a small Boſton street, surrounded by large buildings, holding businesses on the ground floor and apartments above. The truck was marked with the logo of a large courier company, though it did not belong to the company, instead to a Boſton based crime family. Men unloaded boxes into a building, a which had a pizzeria on the ground floor, used as a front for the crime family. It is part of a chain of unprofitable pizzerias based in the area, which are frequent targets for police investigations.

“Sir, a customer wishes to speak with you.” said an employee who appeared out of nowhere.

One man sighed. “I will get to it.” he said, “Continue unloading the truck.”

He walked through the kitchen into the lobby. The scene was usual, a crowd of people gathered, waiting for the orders, while employees were all over the kitchen taking orders. The sight of the owner made some employees tried to focus harder, though he did not care how the business was run, that was not where he made his money anyway. What was unusual was an angry customer yelling about his pizza being too cold and wishing to speak with the manager.

“Good afternoon sir how can I help you?” said the owner.

“Your fucking pizza is too fucking cold!” he screamed, attracting the attention of the entire room and from passerby outside.

“I am terribly sorry for this, signore.” said the owner, “I will give you your money back and will give you free pizzas for the rest of the week, and we will be sure to heat them to the temperature you wish.” he said, then turned around to talk to an employee. “Now what kind of pizza would you like-” he began to say, turning around, only to see that the customer took out a badge and handgun while he turned around.

“By order of the Boston Police Department you are under arrest.” he said, and began to read out charges, while a few more people from the crowd also drew handguns and badges. Some people tried to quietly walk away.

On the opposite end of the building, more police officers and two gendarmes entered, holding people who were unloading the truck. Chaos ensued, but no person tried to fight back as the entire building was being searched.

“They said the raid was supposed to be called off.” the driver said to a person next to him.

“No idea what happened or where our security was.”. said the person.

In the basement Stoefflers opened one of many crates, and looked through. “These are Fluvannian made firearms.” he said.

“Of course. It’s always Fluvannia. These dumbasses need to be taught a lesson about how gun control works.” he said.

“They won’t be pleased searching for more firearms for us.” said Roſenberg.

“They will have to until they pass common sense laws like banning- how the fuck is this even legal?!” said Stoefflers, pulling out a machine gun.

by **Furbish Islands** » Fri Aug 27, 2021 4:36 pm

Made in collaboration with Logar and Vostochnyye Ravniny.

Furbiſh Airſpace
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Morniŋ, Monday 23 Auguſt 2021

As the five Vostonian planes reach Furbish airspace, air traffic control directed them to Hamilton Cawley Air Force Baſe near Boſton, the usual destination for state visitors, before suddenly redirecting to Martijn van Riemsdijk International Airport with no reason given, where the planes land. Air traffic control directs the planes to a spot on the tarmac away from the taxiways. After a long moment, a truck with a set of stairs arrived, painted with the logo and color scheme of an infamous budget airline, and lifted the stairs to the door of the jet. A bus followed the truck, stopping next to the stairs. Three gendarmes exited the bus, two holding assault rifles while standing and looking to the sides, and one next to the stairs. An interpreter followed the gendarmes, standing next to the stairs.

The Union’s Commissar to Foreign Affairs Pavel Napitok and Union’s Sub-Commissar Leo Planka remained in their TU-144M Supersonic Transport Plane.

Meanwhile, KGB Spymaster Markian Federov walked down the stairs towards the tarmac. He then walked towards the Gendarmes and started speaking Fluvan with a strong Vostoian Accent.

“Hello Tovarish, We will be waiting a further 15 Minutes the Time for the Second Convoy to land with our Vehicles, meanwhile the VIPs will remain in the Plane” said the Spymaster to the gendarmes.

“Sergeant Lucia Harreveld, Gendarmerie.” said the gendarme in front of the stairs, showing her badge, which was translated by the interpreter, “Our officials are waiting for you.”

The Spymaster turned towards the translator, “For Security Reasons we will be using our own vehicles, I hope your Security forces will be able to Escort us to the Meeting point” the Spymaster said.

Four KGB Operatives exited the plane and walked towards the Spymaster. Spymaster Federov then looked at the runway, “The KGB's AN-225 should land at any moment now” he said.

After a long moment, another gendarme appeared at the bus door and said something.

Harreveld turned to the spymaster and said “We've just received notification that your vehicles landed in Hamilton Cawley Baſe.”

The Spymaster looked at them with Suspicion, he took his radio and said, “2-4 to control, going Dark, Dark, Dark, Dark.”

The Control Responded, “2-4 Hard Copy, change to Chanel 447 MHz”. They Started speaking Yeltzorossian for discretion reasons.

The Control said “This is Control, what is the situation?”

The Spymaster responded whilst looking at the Gendarmes, “I need a Radar and GPS Confirmation, we may have a Problem Regarding the Transportation of Lavender”.

After a Brief Silence, Control Responded, “2-4 this is Control, Buy us Time”.

The Spymaster gave it's radio to the KGP Operative on his left, he looked at Sergeant Lucia and Asked in Fluvan, “Can we know the reason for this?”

"This has to be discussed with air traffic control." said Harreveld.

Over the Radio of the Spymaster, Control started a Transmission, “2-4 This control, We have Confirmation… the Motorcade was diverted… Direct Orders from the Premier: proceed with our without Motorcade, I Repeat Proceed with or without Motorcade”.

The Spymaster Started swearing in Yeltzorossian.

“Control, Lavender On the Move to DMP-1, Prepare Spetsnaz Exfiltration, safest country or not” he Said.

The Control Responded “Hard Copy.”

The Delegation walked out of the TU-114M. The Commissar and Sub-Commissar looked Insulted, not by the motorcade situation, but by the Stairs Being Owned by a Budget Airline.

The Spymaster then looked at the Gendarmes and said, “You Call yourself a Gendarme…7 Piety on your soul”.

The Delegation walked towards the bus.

“Sergeant Lucia Harreveld, Gendarmerie.” said Herreveld, showing her badge and extending her right hand to the delegation.

"Mrs. Lucia, I'm Union's Commissar for Foreign Affairs Pavel Napitok, here's My Deputy, Mr. Leo Planka" he said whilst shaking her Hand, "Let's proceed shall we?" the Commissar asked.

“We shall, after you.” said Harreveld, motioning to the bus.

“Mrs. Lucia?” Harreveld thought, “I am not married and not ready to be. It's Sergeant Harreveld.”, then thought back to the scene of two government officials on stairs owned by a budget airline, needing every nerve to not laugh or smile at the scene.

The Delegation entered the Bus.

“I Swear, Next Time we let us be Insulted someone is going to get killed” thought Union's Sub-Commissar.

Napitok took his phone and messaged thru his Encrypted Communications System the Premier of the UNK: "Lavender at the Airport, the FI are trying to insult us with denying us the Motorcade and greeted us with a Budget company stairs (and greetings), I recommend the KGB to Act when I Issue code Hildegard".

He then looked at the Gendarmes and said, “I need to be back in the air within 8 Hours, let's get this done.”

Two more gendarmes sat in the back of the bus. The three standing outside and the interpreter entered following the delegation, and by Harreveld's order the bewildered driver started the bus. It took the group across the tarmac and stopped by a gate. There, Harreveld lead the group, followed by two gendarmes with the interpreter, then the delegation, and trailed by two more gendarmes, inside the gate, up an escalator, and through the vast open halls of the airport, watched by bewildered onlookers. They then reached customs. "After you." said Harreveld, motioning to the short line.

Over the KGB's Radio, Alarms started going off, “2-4 This is Control, in case of need, Spetsnaz ‘Alpha’ ready to be deployed.”

The Spymaster Responded “Control, wait for Lavender Calls.”

Meanwhile at the KGB Moskvan HQ…

At the HQ, Everyone started to freak out, the Control room was filled with GRU, KGB, Interior Security (ITS) and Military Commanding Staff.

ITS Superintendent Pavel Kazovia was nervous, “The Hell is happening there” he asked.

A Young Military Analyst in the HQ Responded, “I don't like the look of this… I’m Contacting RASDKOSMOS to get their Spy Satellites on them.”

The ITS Superintendent then said, “Get them ASAP and wait for further Notice… Get the AN-225 on the phone…”

Back in The Furbish Islands…

The Union’s Commissar arrived at customs and asked, he then received a Message from Moskva demanding the delegation to buy time, the Commissar asked “What is the Meaning of this?”

“Do you have your passport?” asked the customs officer.

The Delegation looked at the Customs Officer, everyone started to think that they were being insulted.

The Union’s Sub-Commissar then asked to the Gendarmes, “Why is this Official Delegation on an Official Diplomatic Mission being treated as such?”

“I was given orders to escort your delegation to the Capital District. That is a question for Deputy Hutters.” said Harreveld.

Over the Radio another transmission from Moskva was coming in, “2-4 Motorcade inbound: ETA 30 Minutes.”

The Delegation gave their diplomatic passports and moved on from the customs.

After showing badges, customs waived the five gendarmes and the interpreter through.

Whilst the Delegation was walking inside the hall, The KGB Spymaster looked at Harreveld and said, “Thank You Sergeant, we will wait four our Motorcade outside.”

“Our vehicles are outside too.” said Harreveld. She lead the group to the entrance of the terminal, leading to private transportation, where cars drove by and picked up or dropped off the passengers. Three Gendarmerie vehicles were parked outside. The gendarmes stayed with the group and they waited for the motorcade.

The KGB Operatives escorting the Delegation Looked at the Gendarmes Cars, they remained stoic outside but were dying of intensive laugh inside.

The Delegation remained outside until the motorcade of 7 Blacked painted MMW 4th Series 420d arrived.

The Delegation and the Security Operatives entered in the cars and waited for the gendarmes to take lead.

Suddenly, a Logarian tourist yells “LOGAR IS SUPREME! FUCK YOU DICKHEADS!” and runs away after getting a stern look from a gendarme.

Meanwhile at the KGB Moskvan HQ…

The ITS Staff present in the Operations room were all laughing about the FI Gendarme Cars.

But The ITS Superintendent remained silent and asked to the AN-225 Crew over Radio, “Control to 7-2 What’s the Status?”

The AN-225 Crew Responded, “This is 7-2… ITS Spetsnaz ‘Bravo’ and ITS Spetsnaz ‘TF-19’ are ready, in case of need Motorcade Bravo can be deployed over.”

“Hard Copy” responded the ITS Superintendent.

Back in The Furbish Islands…

The Vostonian motorcade was lead and trailed by one Gendarmerie car. Seeing this motorcade made some passerby laugh. The gendarmes standing outside saluted the gendarmes in both and they saluted back. Harreveld boarded her car with the interpreter and took the lead, the other four getting inside their cars and driving to the back. As they all boarded, the motorcade took off.

“Compensating for something, eh?” Harreveld said over the radio, and the gendarmes all burst out laughing.

The motorcade did not travel for long over the highway, taking the first exit, then turned to a small suburban street. They continued along back roads, which had little traffic until they approached city center, where they moved slowly. They were joined by two gendarmes on horseback, who laughed as they saw the motorcade, then lead the group through traffic in the back roads. Some pedestrians were equally amused by the scene. After some time, they finally arrived near the Capital District, where the motorcade turned to a larger street then pulled over beside a restaurant.

At the same time, a tram stopped nearby, and a small group exited, lead by newly sworn in Stadtholder Adjoa Iſamaan, Prime Miniſter Arthur Trudeau, and Deputy Prime Miniſter of Foreign Affairs Floris Hutters, with interpreters and bodyguards, who were all laughing. They were saluted by the gendarmes.

Meanwhile at the KGB Moskvan HQ…

“RASDKOSMOS Have Spy Satellites on them” said a GRU analyst, “Putting the Images on the Main Screen Now.”

“On the Main Screen, we could see the Thermal and Normal Vision of the Scene.”

The ITS Superintendent whilst looking at the main screen demanded, “Do we Have Long Range Surveillance Drones in the Vicinity?”. The operatives in the room all said no.

The ITS Superintendent then took his phone and Called the Premier.

“Makarov” he said, “No Situations Are developing, but the Delegation is being quite Humiliated from what I’m hearing on the radio…”

The Premier then replied, “It’s a Different Culture… Wait for Lavender’s Call…”.

The ITS Superintendent replied, "It may look suspicious if a MMW was to brake off from the Motorcade towards the Embassy...".

The Premier took a moment to respond, "Those Documents are to be Stored there". After this he Hanged Up.

Back In The Furbish Islands…

The Delegation and the Security Operatives from 6 Cars disembarked. The 7th MMW then broke off and drove towards the UNK Embassy. Union’s Commissar Napitok walked towards the Furbish Prime Miniſter.

“Good to meet you too.” said Trudeau, shaking his hand, “I hope your trip here was as safe and uneventful as ours.”

“The FI Car Culture is very Different from ours, everyone is laughing at each other” Napitok said whilst smiling, “Anyway I Hope you will like the Good News I'm bringing with me” he said.

Meanwhile at the KGB Moskvan HQ…

“The ITS Attached MMW is driving towards the Embassy, we have a Furbish Gendarmerie Car behind them” an analyst said.

ITS Superintendent responded, “No Worries”.

Back at The Furbish Islands…

“I hope so too.” Trudeau said, laughing. “Let’s go inside, shall we?” he said as he motioned to the nearby restaurant, one relatively well known among locals but not the most expensive or formal.

Whilst the Group Were walking, Napitok started talking to Trudeau, “The Death Penalty will be abolished By Presidential Decree Today” he said.

“Great to hear.” Trudeau said, though he was not very thrilled as that was not one of his biggest problems with the United Kaguan Nations.

As they entered, the hostess looked at the group, trying to hold in laughter as Iſamaan stated their reservation. Several television screens were all over the restaurant, all displaying the large military parade from a week ago. They were quickly seated at a large table, with FSA agents standing to the side. The gendarmes sat outside with the motorcade.

Further away, two gendarmes in their car closely followed one that split from the motorcade, likely breaking many road rules in the process. “Where the hell are you?” Harreveld’s voice suddenly said over the radio.

“We're following the car that split off from the motorcade.” said one, “Believe it is headed towards the embassy.”

“Make sure that car leaves with the rest tonight.” said Harreveld.

“I really Like this Environment… Neither Formal and Neither… Ambiguous…” Napitok Said.

Napitok then took a File From his briefcase and then handed over to Trudeau. “You will find in the File a letter of Apology that will be also Published tonight, the UNK apologizes for previous Actions that caused Tension in the International Community and reassure its commitment for Peace” he said.

Trudeau looked through the letter then handed it to Hutters.

“Are you still planning on increasing your air force to enforce UNK laws over UNK airspace?” Hutters asks, recalling one of the first actions taken by the government.

At that moment, a tweet was going viral, from a budget airline, showing a picture of the Commissar and Sub-Commissars of foreign affairs descending a set of stairs owned by the airline, saying “We þank ðe United Kaguan Nations for chooſing to fly wiþ us.”

The Commissar then looked at Trudeau, “The UNK will expend the Air Force in all the cases, this was a Bullshit Pretext” he responded.

“Then what is your reason for wishing to expand your air force while simultaneously saying you are committed to world peace?” Hutters asked.

“The ‘Expansion’ is more a Modernization of the Air Force, plus it's a normal size deal, only 50 New Planes are ordered” Napitok Said.

Meanwhile in the 7th MMW…

The Driver looked at the side mirror, he then said “We are being chased…”

The Co-pilot transmitted on the Radio, “Papa Bear, prepare to open the Gates and the Spetsnaz Group”.

“Hard Copy” responded the Embassy Radio Operator.

Back in the Restaurant…

“I see.” Hutters said, sounding unconvinced. “This is bullshit.” he thought, and looked as Trudeau who looked like he was thinking the same thing.

“Well we glad you are committed to world peace.” he said, “I hope this can be the beginning of good relations between our nations.”

“Talking about good relations, we have a deal proposition for the FI Rail and Construction Companies” Napitok Said.

“The Hrvadans will get pissed.” muttered Hutters, soft enough so just Trudeau and not the interpreters can hear. “Tell us more.” he said.

Napitok Responded, “5 to 6 Thousands Kilometers of Track In Total with Locomotives.”

“We have companies which will gladly build these railroads and supply locomotives. I am sure you've seen many of our newest trains in the Fort Valkyrie train show a week ago.” said Hutters.

“Fort Valkyrie… Only thing I Remember about that name is the Damn Dodoians Killing our citizens” Napitok Said Whilst Smiling, “Did you heard about the Corruption in Logar?” Napitok Asked.

“We have.” said Hutters, “This is extremely concerning.”

“This is a Danger for Democracy, well we may be still Transitioning to Democracy so we are not that legitimate to speak about this, but If an Autocrat arrives In Power over Logar…” Napitok Said Whilst looking at the TV.

“And that is what we hope to prevent.” said Hutters, “Not just in Logar but the whole world.”

“What are the thoughts of the Furbish Government on Hrvada?” asked the Nopitak.

“They are a longtime Furbish ally and we do not intend to change that anytime soon.” Trudeau said.

“And what if they start to interfere in our… commercial affairs?” asked the Comissar.

“What they do is outside our jurisdiction.” said Trudeau.

“We are starting with a Rail Contract… but at the end the UNK’s Premier may Award the whole Etellan Canal Project to Furbish Companies” the Commissar said.

Meanwhile at the Embassy…

“The MMW is Approaching” said a Security Guard on the Radio, “Open the Gates!”

The Gates of the Compound started to open.

“They're accelerating like we're going to break international law and entire their embassy.” said the driver of the Gendarmerie car, and he laughed with gendarme in the passenger seat.

“Just wait for them at the gate, tell them our purpose if they ask, and make sure they join the motorcade when they leave.”

Back in the Restaurant…

“About all of these contracts, Furbish companies may be hesitant, after a civil war just ending and a risk of terrorism.” said Trudeau.

“The risk of terrorism is to undermine here, the ITS and KGB are dismantling terrorist cells by the Day… By the Hour, I can Guarantee it… where the companies will work there will be no terrorism.” said the Commissar.

“Last time a Furbish official set foot in your country there was an attempt on her life, which your government failed to inform us of. How can you make sure this does not happen again?” Trudeau asked.

“Because this is a new Administration, Mister Trudeau, a Peace Treaty is to be announced in the following days.” said the Commissar.

Iſamaan, who up until then stayed silent, said “Even if you prove to Deputy Hutters that the United Kaguan Nations are safe enough to lift his ministry's current travel warning, you would have to convince our companies that not only is it completely safe from terrorism for their workers, but that they are guaranteed a safe return on their investment from infrastructure that won't be blown up by terrorists who will escape. After all, your security forces may not be as incompetent as the Dodoians but the terrorists still escaped through your territory. You will also have to prove to our companies that you are no longer an aggressive power. None of these are things we are able to help with.”

Trudeau showed his right palm to the interpreters, a signal telling them to not translate. “What the hell was that?” he said to Iſamaan in French.

“Trying to make it clear to them what they are working with.” replied Iſamaan in French.

“I would rather not start an argument and make an enemy tonight.” said Trudeau.

“You wouldn’t have made this entire show to humiliate them if that was the case.” said Iſamaan.

“We did not plan for this to happen, but they are sucking up to us.” said Hutters in French.

“Floris, with all due respect, you would have won the entire Francophone vote if you just promised to never speak French again.” said Trudeau, then he laughed.

“I would like to hear your Dutch.” said Hutters, laughing more, “Anyway, they now are saying they will get rid of the death penalty, only after I called out their hypocrisy. It’s pretty obviously only to win over our favor, knowing Yazov supports it after slaughtering thousands. He doesn’t care because he murdered everyone he did not like. But we can-”

“We can discuss this later when the delegation are not there.” Iſamaan interrupted, “In case one of them speak French.”

“You are right.” said Hutters.

Trudeau lowered his hand and said “Sorry about that, what were you saying?”, translated by the interpreters.

Napitok got up from the table and walked towards the exit, whilst doing that he said, “The Terrorists are Hiding in Eastern Estovakia but we cannot operate Militarily there and you know why… If you want a proof that we are safe, please accept the invitation present at the end of the File, Mister Trudeau I'm afraid I have to go… Oh and next time Bring the Sergeant with you.”

Napitok walked outside towards the Motorcade and Entered the vehicle, the Vehicle that detached earlier

“We will consider your invitation.” said Trudeau before Iſamaan could say anything.

The Furbishmen followed the foreign delegation outside. The seventh Vostonian and fifth Gendarmerie cars were back with the rest of the motorcade. It took off after the Vostonians entered, lead by the two gendarmes on horseback through another set of narrow streets in heavy traffic. The gendarmes on horseback broke off as they left the city center, the rest continuing to the main entrance of the international terminal at the airport on narrow streets.

When they arrived, three Gendarmerie cars parked to the side, and five gendarmes lead by Harreveld and the interpreter left with the foreign delegation, the other two Gendarmerie cars escorting the motorcade to their transport plane at Hamilton Cawley Base. Lead by Harreveld, the group walked through the airport past more smiling onlookers. When they got to security, Harreveld showed an ID and a paper, and all were waived through. They continued walking through, then turned when they reached a gate, going down an escalator to the ground floor, where just outside another airport bus was sitting. They entered the bus, and it took them to the transport plane, with the budget airline stairs still next to it.

As they left the bus, lead by the gendarmes, Harreveld said “Commissars Napitok and Planka, this is a gift from Stadtholder Iſamaan and Deputies Trudeau and Hutters.”, and presented them a beautiful handmade wooden box with traditional English Furbish ornamentation. Inside the box was a ƒ100 OnlyFans gift card.

Meanwhile at the Moskvan KGB HQ…

As the meeting was ending and the Planes taking of from The Furbish Islands, the Operation room emptied. The Operation was successfully carried out.

The ITS Superintendent moved to the first row desk's row of the Room: it was dedicated to ITS Audio and Camera Surveillance Department (AaCS).

The Superintendent moved towards the Supervisor of the AaCS. He looks around him and asked with a secretive tone, “The Whole meeting recorded?” he asked.

The Supervisor Responded, “Yes, we isolated the parts that we marked as IOHP... However the Sound Quality is Mediocre, the Commissar’s Microphone worked but not a 100%…”.

The Superintendent took a deep Breath and responded, “I want the Parts where they talked in their native tong translated by tomorrow… I will meet the Union's Commissar for State Security, he says that Makarov wants results…”

The Supervisor replied, “It will be done within the next hours.”

“Great.” the Superintendent responded, “What about Operation EGF-44?” he asked.

"Local Police attempted to follow the 7th Car towards the Embassy… Is the KGB Sure of what they are” doing?” the Supervisor said.

The Superintendent replied, “The Job of the Internal Security is to keep Civil Peace not ask questions, if KGB demanded the list to be moved towards a ITS Overseas safe house it's for some reason.”

“Yet, we are not cleared for Foreign Black Ops aside for Overseas Terrorist Surveillance” the Supervisor responded.

The Superintendent looked at his eyes and whisper, “The KGB's Citadel 34 was compromised.”

The Supervisor looked shocked, “Will this mean a renewed great Purge?” he said.

The Superintendent stood there quietly, he then said, “Do your job and everything will be alright.”

Back at The Furbish Islands…

The Commissar saluted the Gendarme and took the gift with him, only to be discarded by the KGB. The planes took off and the delegation would be home by tomorrow.

The Commissar got rid of his concealed microphone and said, “I wasn't born to be a spy”. Everyone next to him laughed.

A Communications officer arrived from the cockpit of the TU-144M, he saluted the delegation and said, “Tovarish Komissar, the HQ wishes to inform you that they weren’t able to crack Furbish encryption.”

The Commissar looked at him and replied, “It’s not a Problem, both Operations were carried out successfully.”

While the plane at Hamilton Cawley Baſe was given clearance to take off immediately, the planes at Martijn van Riemsdijk Airport were not. They were left for hours with no communications, seemingly forgotten about by air traffic control, until the pilots called again and were finally allowed to take off.

“There was a radio signal traveling from the Vostonians during the meeting.” said an FSA agent, looking at his smartphone, “Their signal was encrypted but they likely had real time communications with their capital, and could have recorded the meeting.”. At the same time another held a wand which he waved around all the people present at the meeting, making sure they had no hidden microphones placed on them or in the area.

“Good to know.” said Hutters, “It seemed to me they were sucking up to us, which we could take advantage of by creating economic leverage. Should anything happen, we can always order our companies to pull out, meaning we have the money and they only have a half complete railroad they can’t use.”

“Good idea.” Trudeau said, “Though we should tread carefully and not risk angering our allies by doing business over this obviously bullshit apology.”

Five Gendarmerie cars suddenly appeared and pulled over. Nine gendarmes and the interpreter exited. After the FSA agent waved his wand around all of them, Hutters said “Great work, all of you.” while laughing. He took out his phone and opened a note. “You delivered his gift, correct?”

“Yes sir.” Harreveld said, not hiding her smile.

Hutters looked at his list, starting from telling air traffic control to divert the transport plane to Martijn van Riemsdijk Airport while sending the convoy there, greeting the delegation by airport bus, sending them through customs, and the rest of what happened to them. He crossed off the last two, giving them the gift and telling air traffic control to “forget” about them when they ask for clearance to take off. Hutters then took out the paper with their apology, and looked at Harreveld saying “They’re inviting us to a meeting Moskva, and told us to bring you along.”. Everyone laughed.

“I respectfully refuse.” said Harreveld, and everyone laughed again.

“For the best.” Trudeau said, “We’re not visiting until they prove to us they are safe, not the other way around. And definitely not bringing a Boſton gendarme who they likely have a problem with.”

“If they start releasing sex tapes again we are not setting foot there.” said Hutters.

“There is a reason why it is impossible to find pictures of me online.” thought Harreveld.

Back in Moskva, the KGB was tasked to clear the Gift Box of any Spy Material or explosives: they weren't compromised… But who knows?

The KGB's lab tasked a Junior Forensic Specialist to clear the box. He Put gloves on and started to check for digital prints and DNA on the Box.

After collecting and recording the DNA and digital prints, he puts the Box in an X-ray Machine, after a passage in the machine nothing seems… suspicious.

The Time has come… He opens the box and then! Then… He was confused…

He took a deep breath and just said, “I Swear those guys have something with sex.”

To be continued…

by **Furbish Islands** » Fri Aug 27, 2021 8:29 pm

Jean de Flandre Gendarmerie Buildiŋ, Capital Diſtrict
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Eveniŋ, Monday 23 Auguſt 2021

“Excellent job, both of you.” said Sergeant Julian Simon to Naomi Roſenberg and Martin Stoefflers, two gendarmes in the squad he was second in command of. Sergeant Arþur Jenſen, the commander, stayed silent, clearly displeased. “What is wrong?” asked Simon to Jenſen.

“The two of you defied my orders.” said Jenſen, “That could have been a massive safety risk to all involved.”

“Sir, the security manager was arrested on that train, and as your gendarmes said there was no one protecting them there.” Simon said.

“They still could have put many at risk besides just themselves. If it was not successful both of you would have faced disciplinary action.” said Jenſen, “And both of you are not going onboard the flight to Fluvannia.”. He immediately left the room.

“Flight to Fluvannia?” asked Roſenberg, “Who will go there?”

“Jenſen and a couple more gendarmes will board a cargo plane sending those guns to Fluvannia.” said Simon, “I am staying here with the rest of the squad.”

“We have to get on that flight.” said Stoefflers.

“He has given orders-” began Simon.

“Sir, you notice how Jenſen seems to never want to take action against any mafia we were sent against?” Stoefflers said.

Simon paused for a moment.

“Now that I think of it, notice how Jenſen seems to have expensive watches?” Roſenberg said, “And other things someone with his pay grade should not be able to afford?”

“You are right.” Simon says, “Now this stays between us and us only. Both of you will board the flight this Friday. He will be investigated when he is gone.”

“Do you know how did the visit go, by the way?” Stoefflers asked.

“Oh yeah, it’s all over the news.” Simon replied while laughing, “Supposedly their transport plane is still stuck at Van Riemsdijk Airport a few hours after they already boarded.”

Everyone laughed.

1 km above Villanova
Empire of Logar
Afternoon, Friday 27 Auguſt 2021

A large transport plane began to make its way towards the Logarian capital. For months the pilots were preparing for this flight after asking to pilot it, chartered from a large cargo airline by Carl Bernard Tomas von Plattenburg & Aſſociates, a guerrilla marketing firm, which they knew at the very least would attract international attention. On board was a special cargo which would arrive in Villanova, but the plane will not land, instead airdropping it over the city then turning immediately back to The Furbish Islands, if they were not already intercepted for entering Logarian airspace illegally. Air traffic control had already made this known, but the pilots ignored them, for now. “No planes seem to be approaching us now.” said the copilot, looking at the radar, “Playload ready?”

“All ready.” said a crew member after a long moment. He took a look at the cargo bay. Inside were thousands of teddy bears with parachutes, holding pro-democracy and anti-monarchical messages written in Logarian, and “Made Wiþ Love in Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands” stitched on their feet.

Hearing that they were ready, the copilot said “Dropping payload in 3… 2… 1… Open.”. With that, the cargo bay door slowly swung open, and the teddy bears slid down into the city below. The plane was above a large park and major street, but the wind pushed the bears into different directions across the city. With the trail of teddy bears still following, the plane made stops over to the Idenburg Manor and Palace of Villanova, the residences of the imperial family, to make sure they saw. The plane then moved to other landmarks or places where many people were gathered, until a crew member reported the cargo bay was empty. With that, the plane quickly began to ascend again and leave Logarian airspace, safely making it back to The Furbish Islands. Footage captured on the plane would then be released in a statement by the advertising agency, and liked on various social media platforms by various government officials, including the Furbish ambassador to Logar, the foreign minister, prime minister, and stadtholder, which the public quickly learned about.

by **Logar** » Sat Aug 28, 2021 9:57 pm

⠀⠀In this rainy night, high-ranking military personnel were at the throne room of the Palace of Villanova, at the illustrious presence of Prince Regent Edward, surrounded by twenty-four imperial royal guards while the regent was sat on the throne. The group of high-ranking military officers was equally distributed in a line to the left of the Regent: Two generals, three lieutenant generals and a colonel, and before them there was an elite squad of twelve soldiers plus their commander, Captain Pacelli, whose were to be announced as the newest team of the Korai to serve the Emperor, in this case, the Regent.
⠀⠀"My Regent," started Colonel Rogers, who idealized this team, "I would like to announce you the Empire's most new specialized task unit to serve our amidst," he said. Rogers was nervous, feeling that, for some reason, his idea was to be declined by Edward, who quickly responded:
⠀⠀"Great, Colonel," he praised, "I imagine these are the very best soldiers of the Korai, correctly?"
⠀⠀"Yes, Regent," the colonel answered.
⠀⠀"What's you plan, Colonel?" the Regent asked Rogers.
⠀⠀"My Regent," began, "they are the most loyal, and experienced, members of the Korai despite their youthfulness. I believe they are the most fit personnel to be part of this new endeavor," Rogers finalized.
⠀⠀"Very well then, Colonel Rogers," Edward declared, and as he got up from the throne he was sat on he then said: "I believe they will serve well to me, and then, to the Emperor when he is mentally good to act."
⠀⠀"We promise eternal loyalty to you and to the Emperor, Your Imperial Highness," declared Captain Pacelli and then he and the entire troop shouted: "Glory to the Empire of Logar!"
⠀⠀"Great, great," Edward laughed, "from now on, you'll be known to us as [...] Squadron Zero!" the Prince Regent announced as he sat on the throne once again. "As we see how good you'll do on stealth operations, I hope to have more like you under the Emperor's orders," Edward finalized.
⠀⠀The newest, secret unit of the Korai under the Emperor was officialized by the military with cautious top secret support of the government. Another expression of the government's will to keep the Emperor in power and silence anyone who opposes this, which included several plans to make it look like other organizations, be it a criminal or not, were authors of such when in reality the very government did. They were obviously kept secret, just waiting for their first order from the Regent and, in a very near future, the Emperor.

by **Vostochnyye Ravniny** » Mon Aug 30, 2021 12:58 pm

ITS! Stop Right There! (PT.1)
Federal City of Moskva,
Combined Internal Police Agencies Command Center (CIPACC) , 100 Meters south of the Red Plaza.

28-08-2021
7:25PM

-- CONTEXT - -

The CIPACC is a 20th century-built 8 Floors Building with a Stalinist architecture.

It was the home of the KGB until 2015, since then KGB Moved out to a More Modern Building. Since 2015, it is the home of several Internal Security Agencies High Command notably home of the Internal Security (ITS), The National Police and The Judiciary Police Commands.

-- THE POST: - -

Since the Visit of a State Delegation in FI, ITS Command is packed with activity. The Diferent ITS's departments are all mobilized to find the source of a security breach.

KGB's Citadel 34 was compromised. This Citadel was used by the Government to store sensitive information and dispatch Diplomatic bags across the state's embassy network. The Sensitive Informations were stored in servers but also in paper storage cabinets.

On the Main Screen of the ITS Headquarters, we could see the CCTV Footage of the Infiltration and the profile of several suspects. ITS Superintendent Pavel Tarkov and his team, Section 78, were tasked to solve this affair.

Superintendent Tarkov was looking at the screen, he then thought to himself "Why would they do this ?".

Two ITS Agents were walking towards Tarkov, one of them: ITS Special Agent Ivan Zubov, called out for Tarkov.

"Tarkov !" he said, "The Forensic Specialists analised the bullets and the CCTV Footage of the Supsects, they are clear: those weren't arms or Munitions built in Vostochnyye". He puts photos of 4 Assault Rifles on the desk next to him. Tarkov looked in the eyes of Zubov and said, "They are ACS Issued".

Zubov replied, "ACS's M3 is popular in the Yakuta Oblast amongst the Civilians: they use it to hunt, there was a Robery in a Arsenal 20 kilometers west to the Citadel 4 M3s were robbed, lucky us we have the series number".

The second Agent, ITS Special Agent Markian Kevetz looked at Zubov and Tarkov and said, "Operation Onderzee carried out yesterday brought us to nothing: we weren't able to crack FSA Encryption, the FI Involvement is to be discarded".

Tarkov looked at them and looked at the Pictures, "To the garage gentlemen, we have a Arsenal to visit".

The Trio walked towards the garage and entered in a Unmarked ITS MMW 420d sport coupe. They entered on the Freeway and Drove for one hour. They reached the small Town of Meriya.

The car drove towards the Arsenal where the ACS's M3 Rifles were linked to. But one thing was odd: there was blood on the entry door. The Trio were quick to take their Tokarev TT-33 from their Holsters and burst in whilst shouting: "ITS !". The Trio quickly secured the main-room filled with blood. They proceeded then to the garage. They entered in but only to notice a bloodbath. 8 Arsenal's Worker were dead, the Arsenal owner then shouted for help.

Zubov ran to help him, but it was too late: the owner was dead in his Zubov's arms, his last words troubled the trio: "It... it... was... Furbishmen..." he said.

Three hours passed by, ITS Crime Scene Investigation Teams (itsCSI), Joint Anti-Gang Task Force (JAGTF) and other Police Agencies arrived on the scene, This is the start of a new ITS Major Investigation: one wich had no starting witnesses but only blood and speculation...

To be continued...

by **Logar** » Tue Aug 31, 2021 9:38 am

  Upon the creation of Squadron Zero, the most recent elite squad composed of Korai and Imperial Army soldiers considered to be the best of their respective units, they were patiently waiting for their first order from the Regent of Logar, Prince Edward, Duke of Idenburg, who had just invoked Squadron Zero to be Imperial Palace of Villanova so that they could receive their order personally from the regent. At the throne room of the palace, the regent was sat on the throne patiently awaiting for the group to arrive, being guarded by ten imperial royal guards while in the company of Colonel Rogers, the designer of Squadron Zero who was holding the papers containing the details of their mission.
  Transported by several black jeeps from the Army to the Palace of Villanova, the twelve soldiers and their captain, Pacelli, finally arrived at their destination to meet their first order in the history of their unit's existence. They entered the throne room and reverenced the regent, who was checking up his phone, and upon realizing it was time, he put his phone in his suit's inner pocket and began:

  "Ladies and gentlemen," he said as Rogers gave Edward the white mission papers involved by a black envelope that had "Esquadrão Zero" written on it that was to be set fire once the mission was concluded, "this is your first mission as an unit," Edward said with an ominous voice tone while looking directly at Pacelli.
  "We are ready for anything, Your Imperial Highness," Pacelli said with a plain face while he was holding his helmet.
  Edward gesturized Rogers to give the mission papers to Pacelli, what the colonel quickly did and then came back to the Regent's side as Pacelli read through. "As your captain can see, we have localized a small but pertinent anti-monarchy rebel cell that may or may not be a threat to our stable system," Edward said to the squad, "I wouldn't be surprised if they had connections to those filthy Furbish."
  "No survivors, Your Highness," said Pauline, one of the four females of the squad to Edward.
  "Stay quiet, you insolent," the regent answered before moving his attention to Pacelli, "captain, your unit is formed by the best personnel of their units of His Imperial Majesty's Most Loyal Army and the Korai, you must ensure once they are localized, they must be severely inflicted, not killed, and taken under your authority to the Korai Building for interrogation," the Prince regent said with a strong voice tone to the captain.
  "Sir, do we know if they have other bases in Logar?" Pacelli asked.
  "Yes, we know," Edward answered, "and they haven't got any as far as the Korai was able to gather information."
  "When do we start?" Pacelli questioned while still reading the mission details papers.
  "The operation shall begin tomorrow," announced Colonel Rogers.
  "Because their HQ and only base in Logar is located in an urban area, you will not receive any luxurious weaponry or equipment before you are certain you are ready to strike," Edward said, "we can't stand the people knowing about this."
  "Total secrecy is crucial," concluded Rogers.
  "They have only six members," said Pacelli, "it won't be hard to strike them definitely while we have twelve members."
  "Well, you have to be careful anyway, no one shall run when you strike, and if someone do, they you are free to eliminate them," Edward ensured.
  "We won't disappoint you, My Regent," declared Pacelli, "our standard equipment will be enough to conclude this quickly."

  Edward laughed as he get up from the throne. "I expect nothing but the best, and if this is not achieved you'll suffer the consequences," he said as he left the room with the company of Rogers and four imperial royal guards and two palace guards accompanying Colonel Rogers. "Did you hear about the teddy bear incident?" Rogers asked Edward as they walked towards the Emperor's office. "Outrageous dumb Furbish," the regent laughed, "I was very glad to hear that a majority of Logarian citizens burned these filthy bears". "Though unlike to happen, that is still a security breach, Prince regent," the colonel rightfully ensured Edward, "and this should not escape our watch". "I'll have a friendly talk to whoever monkey is in charge of the Ministry of Defense Aerial Watch Office," Edward said with an ominous voice. Once they arrived at the office which was then guarded by the imperial royal guards and palace guards accompanying them, they had a conversation about the betterment possible to be made in the near future regarding the Army and the Navy, and also discussed, jokingly, Edward's overall taken of power by silencing Adrian and becoming Emperor of Logar himself.
  While the Regent and the Colonel were having a laugh, Squadron Zero was being sent to the Korai Building in order to set a plan with the information they had on such a small anti-monarchy cell. They weren't nervous at all, many operations of the Army and Korai put them in dangerous situations from which they survived using their skills, though still, there was a minimum chance of failing, and failing meant they were to view, for their first and last time, the wrath of Edward, who everyone in the government knew was too dangerous to be provoked by anyone. Their fate was either still be the hounds of the monarch, or be executed ruthlessly by Prince regent Edward without anyone knowing they ever existed. Tomorrow... Is gonna be their first test.

by **Vostochnyye Ravniny** » Thu Sep 02, 2021 5:36 am

ITS! Stop Right There ! (Pt.2)
Federal City of Moskva,
Combined Internal Police Agencies Command Center (CIPACC) , 100 Meters south of the Red Plaza.

02-09-2021
4:27PM

Some days passed since the bloodbath at Merriya. A Far-Right Local News outlet reported the story as a 'Immigrant's Act of Agression', since then a wave of protest struck the whole continent. Left & Right are fighting on the streets with the Milicja (Anti-Riot Military Police Agency attached to the Comissariat for Internal Affairs) barely keeping the civil peace.

Meanwhile the ITS Investigation made good progress: the Arsenal was using the ACS's M3 Rifles as a base for their own weapon: the same Automatic Rifle than was the M3, but the later being a sort of illegal variant. A variant of the M3 wich was popular among thugs... and the Mafia. After analysing the files of the arsenal and bank accounts of the Arsenalist, a link was found between the Arsenal and the Kraczovian Mafia.

The Kraczovian Mafia used the Arsenal to produce M3 with no power and barrel restriction imposed by Federal and Local Law. They saw the oportunity given by the popularity of the M3 in the arsenal's region to cover-up their operations and hide the un-usual import and sells of M3's. But now those modified M3's where linked to a investigation regarding Citadel's 34 Breach.

ITS Superintendent Tarkov took his phone and called ITS Special Agent Zubov. Zubov responded to the call: a conversation issued...

ITS Superintendent Tarkov: "Zubov... The JAGTF & itsCSI sent us a Report."

ITS Special Agent Zubov: "I Know I have it under my eyes, they used the Arsenal to produce their weapons and export them arround the world like if they where a legit corporation like Kalachnikov..."

ITS Superintendent Tarkov: "The Sub-Comissar made a call... if we don't find the suspect..."

ITS Special Agent Zubov: "I know, I know they will blame the Migrants... do you think the Mafia was behind the Citadel breach ?"

ITS Superintendent Tarkov: "They weren't in the Breach.. maybe in the assasination... but I don't know why the Arsenalist said it was the Furbishmen... what's sure is we have proof of a link between the Arsenalist and the Mafia: they worked together..."

ITS Special Agent Zubov: "Maybe he saw how profitable it was to sell directly the weapons to thugs... he then by-passed the Mafia starting selling the M3's directly to FI's Underworld ?"

ITS Superintendent Tarkov: "With that scenario we would have 2 possibilities... first one: the Mafia discovered his betrayal and made this mess, second one: he was disagreeing with the FI Mob or he saw too much and FI Mafia killed him..."

ITS Special Agent Zubov: "Maybe, but we don't have a suspect for the Citadel then..."

ITS Superintendent Tarkov: "Four M3's were reported as stolen... maybe the Assasination and the Citadel don't relate... we have in front of us two completely diferent stories... Kraczovian Mafia isn't interested in politics: they wouldn't raid the Citadel... only the Bratva is but even them are controlled and regulated by the Governement..."

ITS Special Agent Zubov: "The Four M3's were stolen... maybe the true owner was the Mafia ?"

ITS Superintendent Tarkov: "Maybe... let's assume that they were about to get modified and exported over to FI or a other country... the Mafia saw four M3s went missing, they made a inquiry and whatever they discovered made them kill the entire Arsenal workforce... but it doesn't clear the Furbishmen situation..."

ITS Special Agent Zubov: "Maybe they contracted a FI Assasin ?"

ITS Superintendent Tarkov: "Maybe... I'll see with the itsTPSD see if a Furbishmen who entered recently in the Country is knowned by our services... Meanwhile I Want you and special Agent Kevetz to investigate the citadel breach... from now on this will be treated as two different affairs, I'm assigning the Twins to the Arsenal Affair".

ITS Special Agent Zubov: "Alright"

The Phone call ended.
Superintendent Tarkov assigned ITS Special Agent Mia Pekanova and Hermina Pekanova to the Arsenalist Assasination. Both were sent to the Furbish Islands to meet with the Gendarmerie and discuss with them about the illegal arms export situation...

To be continued...

by **The Dodo Republic** » Sat Sep 04, 2021 12:54 pm

Dodoian Presidential Hospital

Victor Yuri waits in the blue tinted hallway of the Dodoian Presidential Hospital. Nurses and doctors constantly on the move between rooms and beds, going about there daily business, some if there not busy take the time to talk to the VP, a well liked hero from the civil war who fought with partisan forces before getting captured in a fascist prison camp… However the reasoning for Yuris visit isn’t a happy occasion or even an official visit. The past few hours have been marked with turmoil. President Waldoon was found near dead in his quarters earlier in the morning, a pistol in his hand. Quickly he was rushed to the hospital, with the vague government excuse of saying Waldoon suffered a stroke being offered to the press. It is unlikely the truth will ever be revealed by the government itself on Waldoons depression and suicidal tendencies, but again. People seem to make there conspiracies eventually.

That was earlier this morning. And the first visitors have been allowed to come with government approval, although for Waldoon. A man thought to be friends with everyone, the only visitor is Yuri. Yuri was always somewhat of a father figure to Waldoon. His only true friend in the whole of the government. He was one of the first notified and immediately he left for the hospital in the Valkryian hills to see if his friend was alright. He hears the door open from Waldoons room, a nurse coming out. “You can go in” she said before heading down the hallway to grab paperwork. Yuri walks in slowly. Closing the door behind him before he turns to Waldoon. Bandaged up with all the tubes and wires jabbed into him, his face dripping in tears.

Yuri takes a nearby chair and rolls it up to him. “How are you do-“ he tries to ask before Waldoon cuts him off with a shaky voice. “It’s all my fault, everything, it’s all my fault” he begins to ramble. Crying uncontrollably. “What the said was true, everything everyone said was right. I’m a wimp I’m a fool, all I’ve done is lead this country in the ground, im so scared, so scared…” He trails off. Yuri does what he can to calm Waldoon down, wiping his eyes with a towel in his pocket. He says nothing. Eyeing his friend for several seconds as he calms himself down. “How did you do it?” He asked sternly. Now, Yuri already knows, he was told almost immediately, but he wants to hear from Waldoon himself “I… don’t know” stuttered Waldoon, “my thoughts were just so… so terrible, I had visions Yuri, voices too. Telling me things nobody should ever think off… So I got my gun…” He begins crying, unable to finish. Yuri takes his towel again, wiping the tears off his face. “Im not going to lie to you Waldoon, at your age, you weren’t ready” Started Yuri “but I commend you for trying, you have a long ways to go my friend, a whole life ahead of you. Don’t ruin it now.” Waldoon remains quiet to this… Yuri then added “they released it as a stroke, you know how they are”. “Good.” Mumbled Waldoon, “I’ll give my resignation speech when I get out. I’ve already been writing it” “We all think that’s for the best” Said Yuri. At that moment the nurse came back into the room announcing two more minutes before visiting hours are over. Waldoon turned his head to Yuri, “please fix my mess, whatever you do, and please. Talk to Adrian, tell him the truth, I don’t want to make him worry more then he probably already is.” “Of course” Said Yuri with a small simile, before turning to leave. “I will be here for you when you get out, let us take a nice dinner in Valkyrie once this over”. Waldoon gave a nod as Yuri left.

It began to rain once Yuri left the hospital. Much going through his head. In a few days he will be made president. And for as much as he cares for Waldoon, his mess can’t be ignored… there is much to fix and probably not much time to fix it, but someone must try. “There is much to be done” mumbled Yuri on his way back to the Vice Presidential residence “there is much to be done”.

by **Vostochnyye Ravniny** » Mon Sep 06, 2021 6:40 am

in collaboration with Furbish Islands

ITS: The Godfather (PT.1)
04-09-2021

After days of Investigation, the Agency received a new order... it came directly from the Premier's Office, the order was simple: "The ITS Goals are to hurt the Krakczovian Mafia by any means before proceeding to the Arrests". After 7 Years of investigation by JAGTF... it was determined that one of the most profitable activity of the Krakczovians was the Export and import of Small Arms... From and towards the Furbish Islands.

ITS Superintendent Tarkov was given the case by his superiors, himself being to occupied with the Citadel 34 case, he gave the case to the Pekanova Twins.

ITS Special Agents Hermina and Mia Pekanova arrived in Boston on a TU-144M of the Comissariat for Foreign Affairs.

They Disembarked and Proceeded towards the Customs. They passed throught the Customs in less than 10 minutes and then waited in the Restaurant of the Arival Terminal for the Gendarmerie Official.

The meeting was to take place in the Restaurant, now they only have to wait for the Gendarmerie Official...

"Sergeant John Smiþ, Gendarmerie" said the leader of a group of gendarmes greeting the ITS agents, holding his badge.

"Good Morning, I'm ITS Special Agent Hermina Pekanova and my colleague and sister on my left is ITS Special Agent Mia Pekanova" she said whilst both were showing there Badges.

Mia then looked at Sergeant and said, "Please take a seat" whilst pointing the chair in front of her with her left hand. The Gendarmes Sit in front of twins.

Special Agent Mia then takes a file from her briefcase and starts putting photos of ACS issued M3 Rifles and Vostoian issued AK-47 Rifles on the table. Whilst doing that she asks, "do you recognize the objects on the pictures, Sergeant ?"

"Yes, they are M3 and AK-47 rifles." said Smiþ.

"But there's a Twist, back in 2010 there was a Armed robbery on a Munitions Plant in the Ural Oblast, a plant Wich was producing modified M3s for Civilian use..." Mia then puts a photo of the Krakczovian Mafia Godfather Eryk Longbow, "Back then we didn't noticed but it was a Krakczovian Mafia heist, their goal were to steal M3s to sell on the black market but also and mainly to steal the Technical Knowledge required for Manufacturing or in other words... The M3 Patents. They successfully did it, and they started building their Own M3 and started to flood the black market with them".

She then puts a photograph of a Boat on the table, "In a recent unrelated case we discovered the scale of their operations... Today We have reasons to belive that they will deliver a crate of Illegal and unmarked M3 to one of your Ports" she said in a serious Tone.

"That is concerning." said Smiþ, "Any specific location?"

"We have still to determine the location... The more interesting part is not the delivery however" she said whilst putting photographs of the Merriya Butchery, "We suspect that the Mafia or a Criminal Organisation contracted a FI Assasin to silence a Arsenalist Wich was suspected to manufacture the M3s for the Mafia".

Smiþ nods. "Do you know who their Furbish contacts are?" he asked.

"We know that they sell a lot of Weapons to a local gang in your Capital" The Special Agent said.

Smiþ thought for a moment. "When did the assassination happen?" he asked.

"One week ago... 8 were corpses were found and we are still looking for 2" Special Agent Mia said.

"That will be easy to track." said Smiþ, "Not many Furbishman visited UKN since the foreign affairs ministry has yet to lift its travel warning."

"We suspect this butchery happened because 4 M3s went missing... The Same 4 M3s Wich were later retrieved in a KGB's Citadel Heist... A Citadel near Merriya" she replied.

Smiþ nodded.

"The Boat should be arriving in the next 72 hours with the Marchandise" she said with a Cynical Tone, "Here's the Identification number: KIMA-345-756" she said whilst Writting the ID number on a Paper and giving it to Smith.

"Do you have evidence that the boat is from a crime organization and carrying illegal weapons?" asked Smiþ, "Because we need probable cause to obtain a warrant to search the boat."

The Special Agent then gives 2 files full of evidences: from audio recordings to Drone Imagery. "You will find what you need for a warrant in those files" Mia said.

Smiþ looked through the files and handed them to another gendarme. "We will pass on any information we have from the raid to the ITS." he said.

"Great, now if you excuse us we have a plane Wich is waiting for us" Special Agent said whilst preparing to leave.

To be continued...

by **Furbish Islands** » Mon Sep 06, 2021 3:29 pm

Cabinet Meetiŋ Room, Capital Diſtrict
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Noon, Wedneſday, 1 September 2021

“Dodobrain captured the remaining terrorists and sent them off to UNK and wanted the international investigation to end.” said Deputy Prime Miniſter of Foreign Affairs Floris Hutters, “I still cannot wrap my head around that.”

“Probably wants better relations with UNK so he sold off his citizens and his spine.” said Prime Miniſter Arthur Trudeau, and after the cabinet laughed, continued, “But Hrvada better keep their prisoners because they likely not have anything good waiting for them.”

The meeting was interrupted by all ministers’ phones going off nearly simultaneously. A few picked up to see what was happening.

“Dodobrain resigned.” said a minister.

“Good riddance.” said Trudeau, causing laughter to erupt in the room.

“Supposedly he had a stroke a couple of days ago.” said the minister.

Radovan Lovrić, the Deputy Prime Miniſter of Defence, took out his phone. “He shot himself.” he quickly said without expression.

“Did they say that?” asked Hutters.

“Officially they said he had a stroke, but anyone who’s spent any amount of time in the military or hospital needs one look to know he shot himself.” said Lovrić, “You also can’t get a stroke from being too stressed out, which they said was the cause.”

“Wonder why he decided running was a good idea, but not only that, why so many people voted for him.” said Trudeau.

“Of course.” said Lovrić, “His resignation is a great first step but they need huge structural changes if they want any respect from us. What kind clowns elected him and what kind of government lets such a joker pull off everything he pulled off.”

“Believe his replacement is some bodybuilder war hero.” said Hutters, “It would sure be nice if he wasn't weak like dodobrain. Test him.”

“We are visiting him?” Trudeau asked.

“Invite him here instead.” said Hutters, grinning.

“You aren't going to win us friends abroad.” said Trudeau, laughing.

“I only intend to ask questions a strong ruler will be able to answer.” said Hutters, “Invite him here to fly via van Riemsdijk Airport, if we don't like him we send him back on public transit and stairs from the highest bidder. Have the entire cabinet present in the room too, I am sure they all want to know the future of the DR. As usual, Adjoa is good cop, Radovan is bad cop.”

The cabinet laughed again.

Martijn van Riemsdijk International Airport, Boſton
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Morniŋ, Saturday, 4 September 2021

The Dodoian plane touched down at the smallest of the city’s three international airports, and newly sworn in president Victor Yuri stepped out. On the tarmac to great him were Stadtholder Adjoa Iſamaan, Prime Miniſter Arthur Trudeau, Deputy Prime Miniſter of Foreign Affairs Floris Hutters, along with bodyguards, aides, and interpreters. A row of limousines was behind them.

The newly inaugurated president steps out of the blue and white Dodoian plane with several guards taking there respective positions. He would greet the group starting with the Stadtholder with a firm handshake that he repeats with the others.

“Good morning, your excellency.” said Iſamaan.

“Good morning to you as well” Yuri would say with a simile.

After exchanging greetings and handshakes the delegations make their way to the limousines. They drove along the tarmac, dodging the planes on the taxiways until they reached a gate at the barbed wire fence surrounding the airport. It opened as the drivers showed IDs to the gendarme at the gate, and then they continued along the roads, briefly on a freeway, then into the streets of Boston, where intersections along the vehicles path were blocked off, with the exception of the transit lanes. Finally, they reached the Capital Diſtrict, and stopped in front of a large marble building with “OFFICE OF ÐE STADTHOLDER” carved into the front, where they exited, and lead through the corridors into a large meeting room. The entire cabinet sat at a long table, and next to them were some business representatives. Yuri sat directly across from Iſamaan and Trudeau.

“We have plenty to discuss.” said Iſamaan.

“Just before his resignation, your predecessor unilaterally sent your citizens involved in the canal bomb plot to the UNK. Do you have anything you wish to comment on it?” Hutters asked.

“If you don’t already know… I was very close with Waldoon, he is a good friend of mine.” Yuri would start. “But still I doubt any of us can look over the fact that he was a wimp and unfit for the job… There is much to be done” Said Yuri. “So yes, I condemn the action, it was a sign of cowardice.”

“Much to be done indeed.” said Deputy Prime Miniſter of Defence Radovan Lovrić, “I wish to ask, where was the rest of your government? When your citizens were extradited was there any government official who said ‘Mr. President we should not extradite our citizens to a hostile power that will likely not treat them well’ or ‘Mr. President why are we extraditing our citizens without a trial as we were supposed to’? Did they all just follow orders without thinking about what those orders may entail?”

Hutters added, “Had Deputy Trudeau ordered me to pull that off my only correct response would have been to immediately call a confidence vote to kick him out of office, and if I followed through on the order I would rightfully be expelled from my party and their new leader would have called the vote.”

“Waldoon didn’t like to take instructions or advice. I’m sure many of us were hoping otherwise, but as you know, he wasn’t in good health, and I can’t exactly say if is actions were done in delusion before his stroke. I did what i could to convince him otherwise, but it fell on deaf ears” Said Yuri.

“You only hoped he would take your advice?” Lovrić asked, narrowing his eyes, “How does one individual have this much power, how was someone in his state able to get to this position, and why is everyone so calm about this?”

“Waldoon was always somewhat controversial in the first place, on account of his father and his fathers power help boost him. He is young and foolish, i doubt he knew what he was doing. But a lot in the government was starting to look for charges of impeachment to drag him out of office by this point. If haven’t for his stroke I would have only given him a few more months anyway” States Yuri adjusting his glasses.

“And there is no one not even slightly concerned that someone was able to gain this position because of family ties until now?” Lovrić asked, beginning to sound more stunned.

“I believe many of us were, I certainly was… But Dodoian politics is decided by popular vote so he was elected, and only recently he was really starting to look into foreign policy, and the country itself was doing quite well under him for the first few months, so calls for impeachment, even if they were there weren’t really discussed, and were brushed over.” said Yuri.

“While on this topic, where was your government when the Treaty of St. Alkrionsburg was signed?” asked Hutters, “Did any official attempt to warn him about The Eastern Axis or disagree with his statement that it was ‘rude for our government to assume things without knowing the full story’ which we ended up being right about? Was there any legislator that realized its problems when it was ratified or was the ratification nothing more than a rubber stamp?”

“The latter sadly”, said Yuri, “It was already processed and everything before people had time to react. And even so, our government was divided on the issue for a decent time as some actually thought along lines that it was a good idea.”. Yuri adjusts his glasses. “I don’t think Waldoon thought it was a good idea himself, I have much reason to believe that it was only due to fear of Yazov.”

“Again, extremely concerning that so much power rests in one individual.” said Lovrić, “And that he was able to unilaterally sell off his own citizens out of fear. The purpose of a government is to protect its citizens. All of that is something all politicians should know before running for office not learn during official visits.”

Trudeau then said “So your government has expressed interest in Furbish investment and weapon systems. How can we ensure the safety of our workers and make sure that our technology will not fall into the wrong hands, such as terrorists sneaking into security forces then escaping without being caught, in light of the terrorists who blew up the canal after sneaking into your expeditionary force then escaping?”

“What steps are you taking to ensure that ‘unfortunate incident’, as Waldoon described it, never happens again?” asked Lovrić, “If such a major lapse in security were to occur here I would be dismissed immediately along with half of the general staff if we did not already resign, and the rest would be subject to a heavy investigation by at least three agencies and the National Assembly.”

“That’s what the bastard called it?” Yuri let out a slight chuckle. “I’d be laughing harder but considering the circumstances I won’t be. Waldoon didn’t do anything after that, or at least, not as much as you or I were hoping he would do…” Yuri said “Measures have been taken place, and a new secretary of justice and security has been appointed. Great guy, top of his class at Sparrowgull naval academy, also the problem has been somewhat traced back to terrible recruitment systems that have been in place form before Waldoon and were ignored. These are being fixed as we speak with increased background checks, and all the bells and whistles being put into place. As well as appropriate people being placed in positions where they will actually do there job, as that didn’t help things I’m sure.”

“All talk about how what is being done and how good the new justice and security secretary means nothing.” said Lovrić, “Plenty of officers deserve to be sacked, at best for incompetence for not fixing this mess sooner if it existed before Waldoon’s time, at worst for directly enabling this attack to happen, and their replacements need to be monitored heavily. For any companies to want to do business they need to be absolutely sure nothing like this will happen again.”

“That is completely understandable, now I apologize for the unsatisfactory answer to this issue but it is still something that is being taken care of… A lot of people are being very quiet about the whole thing in the hopes of not getting as you said sacked. I wouldn't be surprised if several more resign over the next few months regarding this. The minster of justice is only the first part, again there is much to be done. And we are currently running investigations on several key officers present at the canal during the attack.” said Yuri.

“This is why a well trained team needs to investigate every officer and fire ones who do not deserve their job.” said Lovrić, “The United Provinces had this same problem 150 years ago after decades of bad policies resulted in plenty of officers who did not belong, which was solved by a lengthy investigation into the actions of every single officer and the vast majority being demoted if not dismissed, or arrested for war crimes. This is long overdue for your government.”

“I would agree to the fullest” said Yuri.

“It is still concerning it took this long for anyone in the government to realize this or take any action.” said Lovrić.

“Agreed. Many of these issues that we face now are those that have been swiped under the rug. I actually almost thank Waldoon for breaking them out to light. A slap in the face if you will” said Yuri.

“It shouldn’t take a person messing up to bring up all of these problems, considering how visible they were beforehand.” said Hutters.

“That is very true” said Yuri. “Although these problems were mainly seen by those who cared to look small things that were overlooked. Our government for the past few administrations has been incessingly incompetent, and havent looked at the problems because they didint care. Not to mention, Waldoon made these problems a lot worse to my belif. None of this was as bad as it is now.”

“And he remained in office for this long despite this?” Hutters asked.

“I can hardly see how many of these are small problems” said Lovrić, “And you don't need us telling you some reform is needed, including more people looking into every problem in the government.”

“They aren’t small problems anymore, now that its blown up in our faces literally” said Yuri.

“You seem oddly calm about this.” said Lovrić, “Ideally something would have been done before they became big problems that blew up in your face.”

“I am confident in my, and the new government’ss ability to fix the wrongs of the past.” Said Yuri. “And yes, ideally something would have been done, but I can’t answer for the administrations of before.”

“You were the vice president in the last administration.” Hutters said.

“The vice presidential position doesn’t have the power to do…much of anything,” Said Yuri, “Really all I could do was stand around and give speeches, and rarely provide suggestions. In the DR VP is only a backup roll really.”

“Believe we discussed all we planned to discuss.” said Trudeau.

“Alright then” Said Yuri getting out of his chair before shaking hands with the group. “It has been a pleasure to meet all of your acquaintances.”

Yuri was lead back through the building into a limousine parked outside, which took him back to the airport, where he boarded his plane back to the Dodo Republic.

After a moment in the room, when he was sure Yuri could no longer hear him, Lovrić said “This is what we call a weak ruler in a dysfunctional government.”

“The best course of action would be to keep our travel advisory and wait and see for now.” said Trudeau, “Our companies will bring their own security if they feel the need, we’ll make more money from that in addition to their railroad contracts.”

by **Vostochnyye Ravniny** » Wed Sep 08, 2021 2:40 am

The White House, Federal Capital city of Moskva
07-09-2021

Description:
The White House was built between 1965 and 1981, it was the home of the Supreme Soviet between 1981 and 1989.

From 1989 to 1991 it was the governement's home of the short lived 'Union of Kagian Sovreign Nations' (UKSN), UKSN being the short-lived successor state of the USSRK before the total dislocation of UKSN. From 1991 to 2000 it was the home of the Vostoian Congress.Finaly, From 2000 onwards, after the unification of Kagu under, first, The Eastern Federation (TEF) and later the United Nations of Kagu (UNK), it became the home of the Continental Congress.

The Continental Congress is divided in two parliament houses: the Douma, wich is the Lower-House, and the Senate, wich is the Upper-House. The Senate being the most important house since who controlls the Senate controlls the Premiership. -End of the Description-

Today, the Provisional Arms Comission of the Douma (PACD) was summoned to discuss about giving the autorisation or not to sell 5 First Phase Sukhoi SU-47 'Berkut' to the dodo republic, a autorisation wich will then be discussed by the Senate.

1:00PM, 7th Floor: The Douma Conference & reception Chamber

The Comission-Speaker of the PACD opens the comission session, 20 Seconds after, MD Alois Kapuchenkovich, head of this comission, starts his adress...

MD Alois Kapuchenkovich (The Kadetys: Social-Liberal & Market-Liberal): "Good Afternoon, today this comission was summoned by His Exelency the Premier to discuss about the autorisation of selling Tier 1.00 Stealth technology to the Governement of the dodo republic. One week ago, United Aircraft Corporation's Board of directors informed us that logar, antarctic circles states and the dodo republic aproached the UAC to buy surplus Aircrafts, notably Sukhoi's SU-47 'Berkut'. The Dodo Republic being on the 'State to Monitor' watch list, the objective of this comission is to aprove or disaprove the trade deal. Now, to evaluate the technology being sold we will ear and question the Air Force General Martyn Poliakovich.

[i]The General powers on his microphone

AF General Martyn Poliakovich (Army Delegate to the Douma): "Thank you mister president... one week ago, Logar, ACS and TDR showed interest in Sukhoi's SU-47 All-Weather Single Seat Stealth Air Superiority fighter. The SU-47 'Berkut' has several production phases and standards. Along the Years, the Berkut was the target of 6 'Bol'shaya Modernizatsiya' programs... thus in the process: BM Berkut II, BM Berkut III, BMX Berkut IV, BMX Berkut V and BMY Berkut VI variants were created. Berkut V and Berkut VI being the Most recent variants. All Variants have stealth capabilities, those capabilities were upgraded with each Program and the SU-47 fleet subsequently being retrofited along the years with each variant".

takes a deep breath...

"Each Variant was asigned a SG by the UAC and Army, SG stands for stealth generation, it illsutrates stealth capabilities... the Berkut is a 1.00SG, the Berkut II is a 1.50SG, the Berkut III is a 3.50SG, the Berkut IV is a 4.00SG, the Berkut V is a 4.25SG and the Experimental Berkut VI is a 5.50SG. For comparaison the Sukhoi SU-57 'Felon' is a 4.50SG Fighter. At the time of this comission, 75% of the SU-47 Home Fleet is at the Berkut IV Standard and 25% is at the Berkut V Standard, with the UAC planning the end of the whole SU-47 Home Fleet retrofit to the Berkut V Standard by September 2022. At the time of this comission 50 SU-47 are in the Depot and tagged as surplus Material, hence why ACS and Logar received the permission by the FWTB to negotiate and able to purchase SU-47s".

he looks at the Comission's President...

"With Federal laws and the Surplus in mind, the UAC proposed the TDR 5 of the 1.00SG SU-47 Berkut... UAC plans to conduct a routine engine maintenance and system maintenance to the 5 Planes ordered before shiping them since the 5 Planes were residing in the Ulyvatka Depot since 2003 and never flew since 2003... thanks for your attention."

Everyone starts to murmur with his table neighbor...

MD Lara Markianova powers on her microphone and starts asking questions...
MD Lara Markianova (The Trudoviks: Social-Conservatives & Market-Liberals): "Good Afternoon General".

AF General Martyn Poliakovich (Army Delegate to the Douma): "Good Afternoon Miss Markianova".

MD Lara Markianova (The Trudoviks: Social-Conservatives & Market-Liberals): "In case of a Armed Conflict with the TDR, will the 5 TDR Berkuts, and if they get them, pose any problem to our Air Force ?"

AF General Martyn Poliakovich (Army Delegate to the Douma): "No Ma'am, the BMX programs, or in other words: BMX Berkut IV and BMX Berkut V are designed to hunt down, for example, Hrvadan made Bozena BM-30 Stealth Fighters or other Modern Stealth Fighters being produced those days... In case of war, the moment that TDR, or even Logarian and ACS, SU-47 are deployed against us, they will be detected by our AWACS or IFR Radar recognition systems and be intercepted with ease".

MD Lara Markianova (The Trudoviks: Social-Conservatives & Market-Liberals): "What are the possibilites regarding retro-engeneering ?"

AF General Martyn Poliakovich (Army Delegate to the Douma): "The Dodoian Industry or even the Logarian and ACS industries cannot viably retro-engeneer our planes without what we call the Sapient Decryption key... the Pilots interact with a interface translated in Fluvan since they bought the MK, or Modernised Comercial versions... but the hardware and the avionics are 100% Made in Vostochnyye, they would need the help from our engeneers or from Hravadan or Furbish Islands Industries... yet in the lapse of time wich would take them to decode our avionics and engeneer we would have created a new BM standard and rendered obsolete any Planes, conceived thanks to retro-engeneer, to hunt down the Berkut... Plus the Dodoians will have access to 1990s early 2000s Avionics, we are in the 2020s and literaly by the week new competitive and modern avionics are created, if OPFOR is able to retro-engeneer and produce the Berkuts we gave 'em, they will be producing and desgining planes to fight no-longer in service obsolete versions of the Berkut but also other planes of our Air Forces".

MD Lara Markianova (The Trudoviks: Social-Conservatives & Market-Liberals): "What is the life expectancy of the Berkut IV Standard ?"

AF General Martyn Poliakovich (Army Delegate to the Douma): "The Berkut IV has a expected life of 15 Years before needing retrofiting, but since 2005 we live in a time were avionics evolve fast notably thanks to the Felon and Checkmate programs, the Berkut IV Standard was released in 2015 yet in 2020 the Berkut V standard was released and entered in production, yet again the Berkut VI Standard is already in the makings with already 3 Flying prototypes".

MD Lara Markianova (The Trudoviks: Social-Conservatives & Market-Liberals): "We sold obsolete Aircafts to the TDR ?"

AF General Martyn Poliakovich (Army Delegate to the Douma): "Yes, in fact those 5 Berkuts sold to the TDR were Prototypes were retired the 12th of January 2003 and were about to get scraped or transfered to a museum".

MD Lara Markianova (The Trudoviks: Social-Conservatives & Market-Liberals): "Did we sold obsolete Aircafts to Logar and ACS ?"

AF General Martyn Poliakovich (Army Delegate to the Douma): "No, in fact they still have a 14 Years life expectancy, they were built in 2020... if Logar and ACS wants, they can upgrade the expectancy of their SU-47s with the Mid-Life Retrofit Program when the Planes will be 7 or 8 years Old"

MD Lara Markianova (The Trudoviks: Social-Conservatives & Market-Liberals): "Thanks for your time".

The Comission-Speaker: "Does anyone have further questions ?"

the room was filed with silence

The Comission-Speaker: "Then it's time to vote, the vote is schedueled for the 11-09-2021. This comission session is hereby finished."

by **Furbish Islands** » Wed Sep 08, 2021 12:51 pm

Hamilton Cawley Air Force Baſe, Boſton
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Eveniŋ, Friday 28 Auguſt 2021

A small Gendarmerie transport plane was loaded at the base, ready to depart. On board were multiple crates of illegal firearms seized by the Gendarmerie in a recent raid on a mafia. Sergeant Arþur Jenſen, the commander of a squad of mobile gendarmes, would be on board the flight with some to guard, while the rest remained in Boſton with the second in command. Jenſen was finishing his final inspections and recalling steps from his plan until he saw another Gendarmerie car driving across the tarmac.

“He noticed us.” said Martin Stoefflers from the passenger seat, looking out the window.

“Pulling up right besides him.” said Naomi Roſenberg, slowing down as they reached the plane.

“What the hell are both of you doing here?!” Jenſen screamed, clearly unhappy to see them.

“Your commander told us to board the plane with you!” shouted Stoefflers. He pulled out a paper giving the order.

“Forgery is a serious offense.” said Jenſen.

“If you think it is forged you can go message your commander about it.” said Stoefflers.

Jenſen took out his phone and took a picture of the paper, then sent it to his commander, along with “Two of my gendarmes forged an order from you.”

A reply came almost immediately from him. “Ðat is my order. Let ðem on ðe bloody plane. And make ſure ðey help unload.”

Seeing the expression on Jenſen’s face change to anger made Roſenberg and Stoefflers want to laugh. “Get inside, we’re leaving now.” said Jenſen. His plan failed before it started.

…

In the middle of the long flight, a gendarme stood from his seat to use the restroom. When he went inside, he noticed the restroom is much cleaner than it usually is, then realized he just saw Roſenberg and Stoefflers taking a seat. “Good thing Jenſen is asleep.” he thought.

RFAF Dorschdorf
Principality of Fluvannia
Morniŋ, Sunday, 29 Auguſt 2021

A small Gendarmerie transport plane touched down at RFAF Dorschdorf. After taxiing to an empty spot as directed by air traffic control, the cargo bay door swung open. A small group of gendarmes lead by Sergeant Arþur Jenſen, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else, exited.

There to meet them were a few members of the RFAF Security Corps, as well as several members of the Federal Security Service, led by Deputy Director Johann Kurz. “Sergeant Jenſen, I presume?” Kurz asked, extending a hand.

“I am.” said Jenſen, shaking his hand.

Behind him, two more gendarmes walked down the ramp, each pushing a dolly stacked with several crates.

“Welcome. I hope your flight was well, I know it isn't fun flying halfway around the world.” Looking over Jenſen's shoulder, Kurz motioned with his head. “A few more crates than I had been led to believe… how many, exactly?”

“It wasn’t, I would much rather be doing anything else.” Jenſen thought. He looked over at the crates, being carried by Gendarmes Naomi Roſenberg and Martin Stoefflers. Jenſen knew his plan failed as soon as they boarded the plane. “I do apologize for this.” Jenſen said, looking back at Kurz, “My second in command was responsible for writing the report and saying there was one when we have twenty.”. That statement was a lie and he knew it.

“Sir, wasn't it you who wro-” began a gendarme next to Jenſen.

“Silence.” said Jenſen.

Ever professional, Kurz made no outward indication that he had noticed that. “Well, these things happen. Here, have your men wheel them into this hangar over here,” Kurz said, pointing to the closest one, which had its doors open. “My men can give you a hand.”

“Twenty”, he thought. “No way there isn't a pretty hefty paper trail involved here…”

“That would be appreciated.” said Jenſen, walking over to the plane along a path guarded by gendarmes. There, several small stacks of crates stood, some with "To Boston" written on them, and some with an address. “This is a pizzeria in the city center.” said Jenſen, pointing to the address on one, “Where this was all confiscated.”

“A front, I presume? May I?” Kurz asked, motioning towards the crate Jenſen had pointed at with his second question.

“Of course.” said Jenſen, stepping to the side, “That pizzeria is famous locally for its quality and low prices, until a rival chain that wanted to copy its formula did the math and realized it would never make a profit. It's likely a money laundering operation.”

“Ah,” Kurz said, grinning. “So they weren't good enough at business to conceal their business.” One of the FSS agents brought him a crowbar, and he opened the crate.

Jenſen nodded.

Inside the crate was some assault rifles mixed in with smaller handguns, all made in Fluvannia.

Kurz whistled. Whoever assembled this stash definitely knew what they were doing. Lots of OWF steel in here – both the RM99 assault rifle, and the RM65 battle rifle that preceded it. Lots of Westmoreland P105's as well – probably the most popular handgun in the country.

“Well, I don’t know if you knew this, but at least with some of these, we’re in luck,” Kurz said, picking an RM99 out of the pile. He worked for a minute or two to disassemble it, and eventually had it down to the receiver. He held it out to Jenſen. “Look down in where the chamber would be. See that serial number stamped in there? That's the first link. They're put in several parts of the gun, but this one isn't usually publicized, in part because it lets us use it as a potential lead when necessary. Usually if someone is going to use a gun for an illicit purpose – someone who's used to evading detection, a crime syndicate would fit here as well – they’ll file off or gouge out ID numbers, as I'm sure you know. But this one is where it is for two reasons. One, it's not very noticeable, so people are unlikely to know it's there when they try to cover their tracks. Two, it's almost impossible to get a good tool in their to remove it. Basically the only effective methods would destroy the gun.”

“I don’t believe every manufacturer around the world does this, but the ones here do. And since we know which receivers we have, we can see who paid for the permit to purchase them. Automatic weapons – including selective-fire ones like these – require some paperwork, a more thorough background check, that sort of thing.”

“Many Furbish manufacturors do something similar.” said Jenſen.

Next to him, a gendarme who was about to push another dolly looked at Kurz in shock, and asked “Those guns there are legal here…?”

Kurz nodded. “Depending of course on various characteristics of the gun, more hoops may have to be jumped through for some than for others. Generally speaking though, an adult with a clean record and the money to afford a weapon and whatever paperwork is necessary will be able to purchase them. Half of them are probably sold just so someone can say they have one, and then rarely see the light of day; it's not like you're going to be taking it to the hunting club, after all.”

“This is just asking for a problem.” the gendarme said, “This is not the first time we sent you confiscated firearms so the paperwork seems to be effective.”

“Well, the alternative is to punish those who have done nothing wrong, which is unlikely to be accepted.”

The gendarme gave a confused look, but seeing his commander he decided this was not the best time to ask questions, instead carried the dolly down the ramp. “Punishing those who did nothing wrong?” he thought, “Everything I'm carrying here is banned in the UPT and no one gives a shit. Who the fuck even buys a gun because he can?”

Kurz turned back to Jenſen. “Well, rest assured that we will track down those who purchased these weapons. Any unauthorized arms exports will be dealt with on our end, and any names of contacts, smugglers, etc. on your end will be passed along swiftly.”

“Sounds good.” said Jenſen, grabbing a dolly and pushing it down the ramp, looking like he would much rather be doing anything else.

“Director Kurz,” said another gendarme, “what do you mean by punishing those who did nothing?”

“Well,” said Kurz, “Think of it this way. If you have two people, Person A and Person B, and they both own something that could be dangerous. Doesn’t have to be a gun — it could be a steak knife, a hammer or screwdriver, whatever. Person A is a good law-abiding individual. Person B uses this object to kill people, and is eventually caught and convicted. Is it fair to Person A to go to them and say, ‘you may no longer own or purchase item despite having done nothing wrong’? Of course not. We punish the person who commits the crime.”

“And before you bring up ‘well steak knives and hammers aren’t designed to kill people’, that does not take away from their capacity to do so. Humanity was perfectly capable of killing each other before the development of the firearm. Nor does it address the fact that there can be legitimate — though always unfortunate — reasons to take a life, namely in self-defense. Think of it as a very localized form of crime prevention or deterrence, as opposed to a blanket measure.”

“A gun is better at killing people than knives or hammers.” said the gendarme, “It is easier to stop a deranged kid swinging a hammer in Croydon Park than one with a semiautomatic weapon. Where I come from nearly everything in this box is illegal, as you can tell, and you need a good reason, like being a farmer or railroad security guard in a flyover province. It also depends on the province, the farmer can get a shotgun but they are illegal in, say, Boſton. And yet no one says they’re being punished.”

Wazowski Group Headquarters, Boſton
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Noon, Wedneſday, 8 September 2021

“How are the reports going?” asked a manager in a meeting room, full of several consultants, who were all on the same job. The Dodo Republic recently asked for Furbish investment, proposing multiple projects, mostly public transit, and offering them to Furbish companies. These companies hired Wazowski Group, a consulting firm, to look into conditions and policies in the Dodo Republic, which has seen large changes in policy and leadership in the last few months.

“You won’t believe this.” said one person in the room, laughing, “Loose labor laws. They are extremely lenient on minimum wage and worker benefits, aren’t even required to be unionized.” As the room finished laughing, the person said “Can’t believe our companies haven’t all moved there.”

“According to the people there, their current president is an incompetent buffoon who is not that much better than the last.” said someone else, “Definitely wants to improve conditions but doesn’t know how, said one, and another said he is so clueless he will do whatever Floris Hutters says.”

“Also have strict environmental standards.” said a person from the opposite side of the room, “But we can shoot their monster birds if they attack. I recommend requiring shotguns and shooting them on sight, not like they will hold a whole trial for that thing.” Everyone laughed again.

by **Dunferm** » Fri Sep 10, 2021 10:16 am

House of Representatives Debate Chamber, the Diet House, Ravenspire
9th September, 13:07.

The plenary meeting of the house meets in the debate chamber which is made of plaster, and furniture made of light brown wood with a pale green carpet covering the whole hall. Tables and seats are arranged in rectangular-like fashion, with two rows of seats directly facing each other, and following foreign Westminster tradition, the Opposition seats to the left of the Speaker's seat, with the Government directly facing them.
On Wednesday afternoons, the House sits fully waiting for the chance to ask questions to the Prime Minister, with other days scheduled for questions to other ministers.

Speaker: Now it's time for the oral question time period. Number 1 Mr. Jensen for Northern Andoran.

Gerhard Jensen (Folksliberal): Thank you, Mr. Speaker, as a representative for Andoran Province, could I ask question regarding whether the government will invest in renovating the infrastructure of Andoran, which is out of date with the modern demands of economy.

The Prime Minister: Mr. Speaker, as our government's commitment to connect communities throughout the country stands, we will ensure that the local railroad projects will receive their due funding, and as a remainder for the Representative for Northern Andoran, our next High-Speed line will go through his constituency.

Speaker: Miss Sofia Pratt, Leader of the Centre Party

Sofia Pratt (Centre): Thank you, Mr. Speaker, the recent confrontations with the Union of Kagaian Nations puts whether the current ministry is committed to peace, whilst yesterday Prime Minister said that he is willing to wage war on the Vostoan State, and the interests of the House is to know the truth.

The Prime Minister: Mr. Speaker, this is the obvious case of half-truth that has been said by my good friend, and I would make it clear that the Ministry is willing to wage a defensive conflict with the country that changes its name and government as often as one would change his gloves. The chaotic and petty actions taken by that state rightfully invited the wrath of the nations of the world, that we made an alliance to protect our citizens from the murderous regime, and their Antarctic contractors, and I am of sincere conviction that my good friend does not believe in the tyranny that is rampant on our southern boundaries.

Sofia Pratt: Mr. Speaker, the present Government has made actions that compromise the global security system, and there is doubt that the present ministry does not want to break our nation's commitment to not wage war.

The Prime Minister: While I appreciate my friend's strong faith in peace, our government has not changed a point of our foreign policy in this regard: Dunferm has always been an observant guardian of peace in West Sarasta [Ocean], and we eliminate all threats to the security within and without our natural boundaries, without discrimination, without bias. The continuing pressure of the Vostoan State is a threat to West Sarasta, a threat to the peace and calm of our homeland, which we cannot allow.

Speaker: Mrs. Carola Kyle for Garest.

Carola Kyle (Country): Thank you, Mr. Speaker, Sigrid Kelley and Alexander Kron wants to ask the government will the government take actions to preserve the traditional craft in West Borderland?

The Prime Minister: Mr. Speaker, the Government has nothing but deep respect for craftsmen of West Borderland, and it is our plan in the upcoming tax and medical care reforms, that the workers like these will most protected by the government from excessive taxation and be confident in their health and welfare.

Speaker: Ms. Amalie Sorensen for Upper Sonlen.

Amalie Sorensen (Folksliberal): Thank you, Mr. Speaker, I would like to ask the Prime Minister to inform the House of the state of government's plan to invest into the arts of the nation.

The Prime Minister: I would like to defer this question to the written answers, Mr. Speaker, which will be produced within the week's time.

Speaker: Sir Benedict Lauritsen for Ravenspire Old City

Sir Benedict Lauritsen (Independent): Thank you, Mr. Speaker, I ask the Prime Minister to update the House with information regarding the new political leadership in the Dodo Republic.

The Prime Minister:The New President of Dodo Republic Victor Yuri has not yet made address to Dunferm, and due to lack of coherent political culture in the Dodo Republic, the position of the new president is highly fluid, and the government is anxious to hear the news from the Dodo Republic.

by **Logar** » Fri Sep 10, 2021 5:20 pm

⠀Adrian, the rightful Emperor of Logar since his father died in an unforeseen circumstance, the de jure patriarch of the small, but powerful House of Idenbug, was with what there was still of a family in the Idenburg manor. The boy wondered what was happening in Logar as he enjoyed the view of the celestial dark sky of night, he wasn't confused, but rather unsure of the situation because his uncle, whom he declared Regent of Logar, Prince Edward, Duke of Highwaters, decided that the youthful emperor should receive no news about politics because "it's stressful to him", who is currently being watched by a team of mental health professionals to cure his melancholy in the absence of his father, Emperor August IV.
⠀At the rise of dawn, the young emperor, away from his power, was anxiously awaiting for his uncle to arrive to check on him as of usually, though irregularly. He could be found at the manor's courtyard, seated on a white steel chair near an equally white little steel table, in the company of two imperial royal guards at his side all time plus four Korai circulating at the location, checking every single grass leaf to make sure the Emperor of Logar is completely safe. It wouldn't delay until Ramon McKenzie, the butler of the reigning house, arrived carrying a silver tray where rested a cup containing capuccino. Adrian smiled at the humble butler—whose family served the House of Idenburg for two centuries—as Ramon put Adrian's beverage on the rococo-adorned steel table. He hadn't slept, and his clothes were casual: A simple gray t-shirt and jeans trousers. There was no sign of his relatives, maybe all of them were in the manor somewhere, or they went to another place instead, he couldn't care less about the others except for his mother.
⠀The butler, who had left the place after delivered the beverage that was drank slowly by Adrian, returned again to His Imperial Majesty's wonders.

⠀"Your Imperial Majesty, His Imperial Highness the Prince Regent has arrived," announced Ramon to the expressionless emperor. After such arrival was announced, Ramon left the place. A manor employee positioned a chair at the side, a few meters away, of Adrian justly so that Edward could sit near enough to have a conversation with his nephew.
⠀"Adrian," said Edward as he entered the courtyard alone, in a smooth voice tone. As Adrian smiled at his uncle, Edward seated on the other chair. The difference between the two was enormous. While Adrian wore simple clothing, Edward used a black suit full of elegance while displaying a Logarian flag lapel pin on his left side lapel. Even the guards could notice how this was, the fragile and seemingly powerless emperor silently, friendly confronting his uncle who received the power from his nephew. Edward is an astute old fox, much more than Adrian will ever be, the emperor felt.
⠀"Uncle Edward," Adrian said with a smiling face which hide tremendous fear to Edward, much that, from time to time, even Edward himself could feel it, "any good news?"
⠀"Oh don't worry about anything, little one," he ambiguously answered with an assertive, yet compassionate tone. As Adrian drank his capuccino, Edward took his cigarette pack from his inner pocket altogether with his old fashioned Zippo, and as Adrian strictly gazed, from the pack took a cigarette and lit it up without any concerns, after all a lion shouldn't be concerned about the opinions of sheep, the regent preached to himself.
⠀"Sometimes I feel like I wanna be the Emperor again," Adrian said to his uncle while looking at the coffeeless cup, trying not to maintain eye contact with his undaunted uncle in some non-confrontational manner of being.
⠀"You are not ready, yet," answered Edward in a serious tone as he smoked, "there is still many things to be considered before you return to office, my nephew". The Prince Regent did not feared the expell from his position of power, he was confident Adrian was still trust him, after all he's older and wiser. More prepared.
⠀"You are right," Adrian said while looking at the blue sky above their heads, "sometimes the waves of thoughts just keep coming and coming… Nothing seems to stop them".
⠀"Patience, dear," Edward comforted his nephew, "you are young, without your father. Focus on our family for now". When Edward's cigarette approached its end, he gently positioned it on the steel table while holding his Zippo.
⠀"Father shouldn't have gone so soon," Adrian sighed softly.
⠀"You know much as I that August was imprudent not to deliver his health conditions to the family," Edward said, "he wasn't weak, no he wasn't. He… He just wanted the good of the people since your grandfather passed away".
⠀"It's my duty to keep our family strong," Adrian said almost as if it was a soft, short weep, "but I don't know how…"
⠀"The duty isn't just yours," ensured the regent, "it's mine also, it's your cousin's duty. But yes, specially yours and Evans, but neither of you need to go without any orientation from the elder". Edward said as he got up. "Trust me, Adrian, I promise I won't disappoint our family. And I'll do what I must to keep the house strong."
⠀"Are you already going?" Adrian asked.
⠀"Yes, dear. Unfortunately I have much to do, much that you under your current conditions wouldn't be able to support," Edward said with a comfortable voice tone, trying to ensure his nephew's trust to his wicked, hidden reasons.
⠀"Well… Goodbye…" he said while still seated. Edward waved as he smiled at his nephew, soon leaving Adrian.

⠀"If we depend on him, we're fucked" was the sentence that surrounded Edward's mind as he walked through the manor's well-known corridors to the exit while being accompanied by a Korai agent. Not so away from the courtyard, Adrian could hear the car that he presumed carried Edward back to the Palace of Villanova since the regent had already did what he came to do: Have a conversation with him. McKenzie approached Adrian, and to his ear smoothly told "it's time to go, Your Majesty", making the Emperor to get up and follow the butler to the Adrian's bedroom, where he was gonna be given his antidepressants, which were prescribed to him after Prince Edward contacted a friend of his who is a psychiatrist.

by **Attancia** » Sun Sep 12, 2021 2:20 pm

Mankus Old Town, Mankus, Attancia
2021

The old town, aptly named due to the majority of the buildings being ungainly nineteenth-century constructions, was the only area of Mankus that survived the bombing. Strangled streets writhed around the prefecture, culminating in the weathered masonry walls. From a spire of one of the many churches in the area, you could see that there were actually several walls inside the city, historically having expanded as the city did. Most importantly, this allowed the city to be protected, but it also ensured tolls and taxes would be paid by merchants who passed through. Towards the outer walls, the buildings took on a less traditional Attancian look, replacing typical Romance buildings with a more Germanic style. In the very centre of the area sat a vast, pompous square, a surprisingly open and well-kept place when compared with the chaos of the rest. Half of it was taken up, though: the nationally famous Stadtzentrum Flohmarkt was situated in the old town square, originally a caravan of Attancian-Bergweiser migrants. By now it had evolved to a spectacular and vibrant display of everything Attancian, from religious zealots to Noerdlingen swordsmen to caricature artists and to antique sellers.

A bowler hat-wearing man slid down an twisting alley, in between two smiling coffee shops. Their roofs rose up diagonally over him, blotting out most sunlight. His black velvet suit had over-extended lapels that covered the front of his face. Several metres down the alley, which's walls had been blackened by long-burnt soot, it took a quick jolt to the right before the main exit back onto another road. The man tipped his hat slightly lower down over his eyebrows, before veering off course into the right. He met a short, half-broken, timber door. From one of the deep pockets in his coat, he withdrew a rusted -- though well used -- key. He slid it with a soft jingle into the lock, then forcefully turned it to the right. It opened. He reached up for his hat as he entered into a cramped and musty room, laying it down on a surprisingly ornate table. As he unbuckled his jacket, he casually yelled "Zuriya! Zuriya, here, now!", then placed his jacket on a peg. On the far side of the room, which looked just as all the walls -- whitewashed, dirty, and low -- a portion began to slide back. A scantily-clad woman walked out, her ebony skin dappled with musty sunlight. She wore an overtight skirt and a barely-visible bikini, over which silky black hair was draped.

"Minister," she began smoothly "your presence has been missed."

by **Furbish Islands** » Mon Sep 13, 2021 6:16 pm

Hamilton Cawley Air Force Baſe, Boſton
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Morniŋ, Sunday, 30 Auguſt 2021

A Gendarmerie transport plane was only nearing Furbish airspace. It was not the largest plane, usually used to transport small groups of gendarmes or cargo, between places across The Furbish Islands, or internationally, as was the case for this plane, which is on its return leg after crates of guns seized on a raid of a crime family to Fluvannia. Though he was not supposed to, sergeant Arþur Jenſen was messaging on his phone. Recent events made him furious, and it was only because of two gendarmes sitting in two seats across the aisle from his, Naomi Roſenberg and Martin stoefflers, who were seemingly enjoying discussing something unrelated. The plane was going east according to the map on Jenſen’s phone, and he realized everything was going wrong for him.

“Where the hell are we going?” Jenſen shouted to the pilots.

“Hamilton Cawley Air Baſe.” replied one.

Jenſen paused for a moment and looked at the pilot. “I specifically ordered not to land in Hamilton Cawley Baſe.”

“Air traffic control redirected us there.” the pilot replied.

“You realize, we are likely going to be the target of a mafia we stol– seized the guns from.”

“Unlikely they breach Cawley Baſe.”

“We still take extra precautions.”

“This was an order from air traffic control who know everything about our flight.” said the pilot. He turned and closed the cockpit door in Jenſen’s face. He sent another sMs, and after the reply, sat in his seat, waiting patiently for the plane to land. After sitting inside the plane for most of the last two days, traveling to the other side of the world and back, he was eager to step out. However, after landing and taxiing for some time, it stopped but the cargo bay door did not open.

“Why is the door not open now that the plane is stopped?” Jenſen shouted from across the plane.

“Air traffic control orders!” a pilot shouted back.

“Fucking hell.” thought Jenſen, “someone needs a long discussion with air traffic control.”. He waited another long moment, not noticing as some gendarmes were also standing up from their seats and walking behind him.

“Arþur Jenſen, you are under arrest.” suddenly said the voice of Roſenberg.

Jenſen turned to see her gun pointed at him.

“You have no authority to threaten your commander like this. Put your gun down now!” Jenſen screamed, grabbing his own handgun.

“Besides your arrest warrant.” said stoefflers who appeared at Roſenberg’s side, holding a handgun with one hand and his phone with an arrest warrant in the other, “You are under arrest for being a mafia informant, taking bribes, attempting to hinder Gendarmerie anti-mafia operations…” he continued reading our charges. Other gendarmes turned hearing this, all grabbing their guns.

“Do you understand?” stoefflers said after a long moment.

Jenſen nodded when he heard not, though he was not listening most of the time. He did not notice the cargo bay door opening behind him, revealing a larger group of gendarmes lead by sergeant Julian simon, who was the second in command of the squad.

“Good morning, sergeant.” he said.

“What the hell do you want?” Jenſen said.

“Drop your gun, you won’t win a fight against all of us.” said simon.

Before he was able to react, Jenſen was quickly surrounded by gendarmes, one who took his gun, another handcuffed him, while others patted him down.

simon marched up the ramp to Roſenberg and stoefflers. “We searched his residence earlier today and we realized he has stronger connections than we thought.” he said, “He was even able to afford a medium sized downtown apartment with the amount of bribes he received.”

“Holy shit.” said Roſenberg.

Cabinet Meetiŋ Room, Capital Diſtrict
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Noon, Monday, 13 September 2021

Trams painted in many colors sped through the Capital Diſtrict as they did every day for over a century and a half, making a single stop until they continued along their routes, some existing unchanged since the second republic. Buses shared their lanes in the center of large streets, making the same stops at large shelters crowded with commuters tourists, and some politicians. The only vehicle not seen in the Capital Diſtrict was cars, with the exception of registered taxis, which does not include rideshare services. The ban existed for nearly a century as a measure to prevent traffic jams, which was much preferred to demolishing old buildings for larger roads and parking lots.

“This Wazowski Group report certainly is harsh.” said Prime Minister Arthur Trudeau, “says Dodo Republic is a good place to do business but the positive notes end there.”

“’Reports from people present at the meeting said that President Victor Yuri not only did not know what he was doing but would blindly take advice from Furbish politicians.’, well they’ve certainly got that right” said Deputy Prime Minister of Defence Radovan Lovrić, reading it from his phone, as he smirked.

“‘Massive purges of supposedly incompetent government and military officials over the since the meeting shows how far President Yuri is willing to go to appease Furbish politicians. Firing some was necessary, but he went too far, draining his country's experience and talent, including from his own cabinet, from which few members appointed by President Waldoon remain.’” read Deputy Prime Minister of Foreign Affairs Floris Hutters from his phone, “Don’t forget how he said Waldoon and him were good friends then called Waldoon a wimp. Are government officials required to donate their spine before taking office there?”

“No, that’s only a Liberal Union requirement.” said a junior minister from the Liberal Party, and half of the room laughed.

“Coming from the party that flip flops between every coalition.” said Hutters, and the other half laughed.

“A spineless leader could be useful.” said Trudeau, “I am not sure if they should be admitted to PEE but we can get them to help fight the UNK. If they don’t buy experimental planes destined for the scrapyard. What else does the report say?”

“‘The laws of the Dodo Republic show their government took away the wrong lessons from socialist movements of the late XIX and early XX centuries.’, and that they protect beasts more than their own workers.” said Hutters, “Social media is much more ruthless though. ‘Their lack on any regulations that will make Floris Hutters blush’ says one, which is not correct because of their complete lack of laws requiring unions.”

While laughing, Trudeau said “What do you expect from the internet which can barely read past the headlines? Less regulations surely means you support big business.”

“Business owners are crooks and need unions counterbalance their power.” said Hutters, “But many regulations are the unions’ job to negotiate based on their conditions, the government’s job is only to allow a fair discussion and not one size fits all solutions ignoring realities there. It is also not our place to police what they do in the middle of nowhere.” Everyone laughed.

“He is inviting us to another meeting.” said Hutters.

“I say we accept.” said Trudeau, “See how much more he’ll bend his back over for us so he can line our pockets.” Everyone laughed again.

Houſe of ðe National Aſſembly, Capital Diſtrict
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Noon, Friday, 29 Auguſt 1919

The sun sat high above Boſton, the city surrounding the Capital Diſtrict, and informally known as the capital. People went about their day as normal, many jumping on board the crowded trams which took them all over the city. Once owned by many competing companies, mergers and purchases caused them to consolidate into one, and only allowed to exist by the city due to a contract which limited fares to a half stuiver, among other requirements. some wealthier citizens began to drive cars across the streets, a new form of transport which has yet to take hold in The Furbish Islands, though many in the National Assembly sought to change it. Debates went on as normal, but a generational shift was in the process of occurring in the government. More politicians grew up in the third republic, and fewer remembered the second republic, which acted more like a dictatorship before its fall. The younger politicians were more open to cooperation between different language groups which divided them during the time of the second republic, and many supported a stronger centralized federal government.

“This bill we have presented,” said a deputy from a rural region in the interior, “will authorize the reconstruction of the Capital Diſtrict to better suit the automobile. Wider roads and removal of tram tracks will allow for cars to travel at much higher speeds, while more space for cars to be parked will allow for much more men to be able to travel by car. The private automobile is the future of public transportation and a Furbish Islands without one will become a backwater.”

“This bill poses a number of questions. The destruction of tram lines will prevent many people from being able to access the Capital Diſtrict, also, without similar actions from Boſton our infrastructure will be useless.”

“As we have seen in many countries, the car is becoming affordable to all, including the working classes.” the deputy who presented the bill replied, “Trams are only used by the poor anyway. This bill also provides economic incentives for other cities including Boſton to build similar infrastructure, which they will after seeing its success.”

The last two statements drew anger from many order deputies and some from Boſton. “That is an abhorrent attitude towards your fellow men.” shouted one, “This type of attitude is what lead to the horrors of the second republic and does not belong in the chamber. The trams must be kept to ensure access to cheap and reliable transportation to all, including the poorest citizens.”

Over arguments which broke out, the deputy who proposed the bill shouted “The honorable gentleman is stuck in the past. As I have said, cars will be affordable to all, and can go anywhere unlike trams that are fixed to rails. His accusation that I share the attitudes of the second republic is simply false and I–”

He was cut off by increasingly louder arguments and the president slamming his gavel while screaming “Order!”. Eventually, the arguments quieted down.

“I represent Boſton in the National Aſſembly.” said a deputy, “I wish to say that a bill has been proposed in our assembly to build infrastructure as the current bill proposes, and tear down tram lines. supporters argued the same as what is being argued here, but opposers to this bill argued first, the destruction this would cause. As we have seen in many places, such as Hrvada, buildings need to be torn down for parking lots and larger roads. Our settlements need to be built around people, not for anything else including the automobile which not all will be able to afford. Finally, most supporters of this bill lived on the far edges of the city or outside, and they would be affected least by it while forcing their way on other neighborhoods. For these reasons the bill failed in the Boſton assembly and I implore all honorable gentlemen in this chamber to vote against. Finally, I wish to present another bill which will not allow the construction of infrastructure that will cause extensive damage to city centers and not allow tram lines to be torn down without the approval of local legislatures, while offering federal subsidies to unprofitable lines and the construction of new lines. Thank you.”

“Once again my honorable colleagues are stuck in the past. The people of Boſton have voted against their interests and are harming themselves in the future through their actions today.” said the deputy. This statement sparked more arguments around the floor, drawing animosity towards the younger and wealthier politicians, who were supporters of the bill. Party leaders did not intervene as the issues seemed more drawn by geographical than party lines.

“ORDER, ORDER BEFORE I CALL sECURITY TO BREAK UP YOUR ARGUMENT!” screamed the president while slamming his gavel into his desk. suddenly, the handle snapped in half. Half of the gavel flying across the room seemed to catch the attention of all deputies and the argument stopped. “I too come from Boſton” the speaker then said, “and I agree this is an ignorant statement from our deputy to say Boſton voted against their own interests. I wish however that this argument no longer goes on and motion to vote to close the debate on both bills and proceed to vote.”

A second immediately arrived, and motion approved, though by a close margin. “With the passing we shall move on to a vote.” said the president, as he pressed some buttons to activate the system. Each deputy had a set of buttons on his desk to vote, which would show up in a display before the vice presidents. These were a relatively new addition, which made votes much quicker than the traditional roll call. The vote was finished in only seconds, and the president read out the results, “With 47 ayes, 253 nays, and 125 abstains, the bill hereby fails. We shall now proceed to our next vote.”

More arguments began across the floor over the results as other deputies cast their votes for the second bill. “Order, order!” screamed the president after results were cast, slamming a gavel he borrowed from his party’s vice president, “With 364 ayes, 52 nays, and 9 abstains, the bill passes!”

…

“The bill would fail in the senate as they considered it to be an overreach of federal powers, but this moment is still considered to be the death of Furbish car culture before it was able to take off.” said the narrator in a video on a popular video sharing platform, “This debate was the origin of movements that would spring up again during many proposed tram line closures, and later, the proposed construction of freeways. Though the tram bill was killed by the senate, less than a month later the National Assembly and senate passed a reduced version bill that still provided federal subsidies to unprofitable tram lines. Later they would pass a bill banning cars entirely from the Capital Diſtrict, which reduced driving in Boſton as a whole. In the end, it was post second republic attitudes which prevented the destruction of cities and suburban sprawl seen across the world in places such as Hrvada, Celterra and the Dodo Republic.”

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