RCN 2021 Worldbuilding (MT, RCN Only)

[Logar]

Institutionalization

At the request of the Prince Regent, Emperor Adrian, in the Imperial Palace of Villanova, was waiting for the arrival of the prime leaders of Logarian folk religious sects scattered through Logar. Prince Edward was walking around the meeting room while his nephew, Adrian, was sat looking at the windows.

— When are they coming? — asked the thoughtful emperor to his uncle.
— Soon, Your Majesty — said an anxious Edward wandering around the spacious Meeting Room.
Suddenly, both are surprised with the arrival of a palace butler, carrying on a silver plate two cups of café au lait.
— Thank you — said the Emperor as the butler put their cups on the large quadrangular table. Edward remained quiet.
The butler went away. Edward went near Adrian and opened the then-closed window, out of his suit took a Logarian Spirit kanoku pack and his Zippo lighter.
— You know? During my teenage years, me and your father used to hide in the manor's attic, and smoke Logarian Spirits — Edward laughs, Adrian smiling.
— And I thought my father did better — Adrian said upon laughing.
— Here, take one — Edward says as he offers his nephew a kanoku cigarette.
— I can't, uncle — Adrian hesitantly said upon the offer.
— Yes you can — Edward said smiling.

After a short period time of silence, Adrian accepted the offer of his uncle by grabbing that kanoku and, with the assistance of Edward, lit up the cigarette. At the first drag, he coughed, which led both to laugh. In the second, he was able to do it properly. Edward accompanied Adrian, using the window as a way of exit to the smoke so that the environment wouldn't be smoky when the religious leaders arrived, it would be embarrassing to both, even Edward who couldn't care less about many, many things except for the power the Imperial House of Logar detained. After some moments, the "religious delegation" of leaders finally arrived. The environment had been perfumed beforehand their arrival. What Adrian and the nation considered a historical moment, Edward could only see a move for more social power retained by the House of Idenburg and possibly an extension of their rule, mainly by menancing the existence of the Attancian Catholic Church in Logar. Once all leaders were sat on their respective chairs, Prince Regent Edward announced the beginning of the session.

— Ladies, gentlemen, leaders of Logarian believers, it is time — he declared — the Emperor gives the word to Zarano Oliver Andréias.
— Thank you, Your Highness. Leaderships, my Emperor, this is an astonishing moment for our kind. After years clashing with the Catholics, we can finally have our very own organization to keep truly Logarian, right beliefs untouched by foreigners.
They applauded.
— Truly remarkable, my lord — said the Emperor — may be this a whole new situation between the Crown of Logar and religious grounds. When the Catholics were expelled from Logar, their sinful temples were left untouched by the past emperors, and empresses, and used as government buildings for prefectures, stuff like that. These sinful temples will be on very better hands now, of those who will employ folklore, humanity, and not lavish structures and shrines for themselves, and not God. They will become the nexus of light, of the Spirits of Winter.
Adrian's words were intensely applauded by the shamans.
— The Imperial Church of Logar may receive funds to establish themselves in Villanova, and then expand to the other regions, notably the islands — said Prince Edward.
— Every help will be much appreciated, Your Highness — said Andréias.
— That's why the Idenburg Estate will cooperate in this endeavor — said the Emperor. Edward, the CEO of the family company, was not told about this arbitrary decision, but was able to hide his wrath from everyone in the room, even Adrian, the owner of Idenburg Estate, who received applauses.

The officials there discussed for a few more hours about the future of the Church in the Logarian Empire. As the meeting went on, more and more people started smoking kanokus, made by the indigenous populations of Logar in the past and used by the folk religion sects as religious tools, even Adrian was by the influence of his uncle. The decisions were all announced to the Logarian media that then introduced the informations to the foreign correspondents of Logarian mass media companies. The formation of the Imperial Church of Logar was also announced with the leadership titles: The Supreme Shaman, de facto head of the church, and the Eternal Leader, title given to the emperor, who was detainer of a major opinion in the decisions of the church. The Imperial Elder Council is formed to serve as electors to the Supreme Shaman, being composed of a hundred elder shamans. The Supreme Shaman can be expelled from his or her position by the sole decision of the emperor if supported by the Imperial Elder Council. The Cathedral of Villanova, before the Museum of Villanova, a ginormous architecture, was introduced to the Imperial Church as their headquarters. The leadership of the church received the newborn unit Imperial Church Guard, ICG, was formed to protect them. It wouldn't delay much until more and more sects finally were allocated to the Imperial Church, and so it became more and more powerful in Logar. The world's response is... Unsure... For now. Adrian, Emperor of Logar, received hereby the title of Eternal Leader.

[Logar]

The small convoy of black government cars guarded by the Police of Villanova headed to the Imperial Palace of Villanova. Who they carried? The members of the Imperial Ruling Council, one of the most ominous bodies of the Logarian Empire that acts as an internal board of decisions taken by the Emperor, more of a advisory body with some extras. It didn't delay much until the convoy arrived at the gates, they finally received permission to enter from the security and so the convoy entered the palace gardens and the cars positioned themselves in front of the front doors.
“Hello, Your Excellencies,” said Capri who received all the eighteen members of the council, majorly noble people full of their ego.
“Secretary,” saluted MP Philip Margaux of the Conservative Party, the only one to say something while others simply gestured friendly.
The members of the Council were guided by the Secretary of the Palace towards the Throne Room, where the Emperor could be seen sat on the Golden Throne on the company of Prince Regent Edward, at the right side of the throne. Adrian was reading some papers involved by a black cover that sported the coat of arms of the Logarian Empire, Edward was looking at the chairs positioned in front of the throne. When members arrived, Edward gestured them to sit on their chairs, all in silent as it was tradition to the Emperor to initiate by complete the session. Night laid heavy, and rain began to show up, the environment was to become colder and colder as time passed and the members awaited for the Emperor to declare something. When Adrian finally put the papers on his lap, he then looked at the members of the Council, all apparently anxious to know what the Emperor was gonna say.
“Good night,” Adrian initiated the session in a quite monotone, being answered by all of them, “the nature of our nightly meeting is rather [...] polemic. The pact Logar currently is in, being led by the Furbish Islands.”
Adrian looked at his uncle, who took a step.
“Me and the Emperor considered the exit of the Logarian Empire from the treaty,” said Edward, “though such decision is extremely dangerous that might seal the fate of Logarian monarchy, and the maintenance of our power.”
Yuna Guro, Count of Manco of the Monarchist Party stands up.
“Your Majesty, this is a very imprudent decision,” said upon adjusting his glasses. He knows what he's talking about, after all he was Emperor August IV's protégé within the Council.
“So the Council disagrees?” asks Adrian to the members, in a quite neutral voice tone.
All of the agree with their heads. That signified, for how much the decisions of the Emperor mattered, still it was challenged by the Council's decision. Many of them knew challenging the Emperor's decisions meant their death, but they did not see Adrian as the heavy-handed August IV, and Adrian certainly is not like his father. Adrian is too much maternal, though he learned a lot with his father, he is still much attached to his mother. They stayed there for a couple moments which they used to discuss the other subjects such as the thorium power research efforts of the Logarian Empire, and the countries willing to cooperate with the Imperial Thorium Command Central, and the update of the technology used by the imperial military. Also the Council settled strategies to combat the newly founded Imperial Church of Logar in case they planed a coup, even though the war on the church had ended several years ago, the sentiment still lives in the nobles' hearts and minds. The meeting was under heavy guard of the Korai and the Imperial Royal Guard, both inside the room, making sure the location was safe and the surroundings searched for a possible spy. Signal jammers were used by the Korai to prevent audio leaks. Both the Emperor and his regent knew very well the power of those nobles considered by Edward to be "filthy" for they make a threat to the House of Idenburg even when the Ruling Council hasn't as much power as the Emperor in a general view, and knew the power they held as owners of businesses and civilian movements. Threating their existence would be the end of Logarian monarchy as they know, or even the total end of it after centuries of establishment.
When the reunion ended at early morning, the members of the Council were let alone by the Emperor who decided to go to his quarters, letting them to the watchful eyes of the Prince Regent. Soon they were told to go to their homes by Edward. The cars were waiting for them in the front doors, ready to go in direction of the gates. The gates opened, and the cars went away. As the cars left the palace grounds, the last cars could see the gates being closed and several guards positioned at the inner side of it, and more guarding the palace grounds, making their patrol. "He is weak, really," thought Arthur de Rose, the Count of Girassol of the Monarchist Party while smiling, almost laughing, thinking about the emperor. When the Count of Girassol remembered a part of the conversation he had with the Prince Regent himself: "I would do unspeakable things to protect my family, it does not matter how much blood will be on my hands for them." de Rose could feel the heavy eyes of Edward even though he was there, in the Palace, very very away from the convoy. The prince really was a man of a kind, the sole Idenburg to be really respected in the current times, the only one who really deserved to be emperor of Logar, but, Edward also knew very well the moment Adrian was announced to be dead was the moment the Logarian throne would fall, so the House of Idenburg.

[Furbish Islands]

Ðe United Provinces and Territories of ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
April 1927

“What’s the report?” Wiley Staff asked.

“Your book is getting more sales than we’ve projected.” said the secretary.

Most authors would have been surprised hearing that sentence, knowing how popular their books were selling, but Staff simply smiled. He knew books would sell well, despite the criticisms he received, especially his most recent book, a biography of the late Jean de Flandre, a national hero from the end of the second republic who died several years earlier. Experts said that the book was poorly researched, with some exaggerated if not outright false claims. Only one publisher was willing to publish his book, expecting it to sell well because Staff cared only about making good stories than writing what was factually accurate.

One of these stories, which would be believed by many far into the future, known as De Flandre’s Miracle, was one of de Flandre’s escapes from prison in what used to be a hotel owned by former stadtholder Dominic Drumpf, close to midnight on Friday, the 13th of February, 1874. After attacking through much of the south, de Flandre once again distracted authorities to help his fellow rebels escape, as he done many times, before escaping prison himself. On that night, fifteen men were sent to the room de Flandre was kept at, with five more guarding the corridor. They broke in and took shots, with all guns misfiring. De Flandre then defeated them all without having weapons on his own, then taking one of their rifles, he took shots at the guards. Any guard who fired back missed or the gun misfired. After shooting all, de Flandre walked down the stairs. Despite it being in the night, guards downstairs noticed a beam of light following the former Gendarmerie officer and current rebel commander, and out of fear let him leave the prison unharmed. This beam of light followed him out of the city, and shielded de Flandre from any who shot at him, but when he shot back he always hit. He disappeared into the jungle, continuing his activities for another year.

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Drumpf Hotel, Boſton
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Late eveniŋ, Friday, 13 February 1874

Vernon McLean repeated the order to himself again. He and another gendarme had a simple order, enter a certain room in this hotel and kill the person inside. He could tell from walking down its corridors that it used to be a much more inviting place, being a luxury hotel in a chain owned by a stadtholder who was deposed half a year ago, beginning extremely turbulent times in the country. Just before his deposition, the hotel became a prison for any person the stadtholder did not like, and continued to serve this purpose, while falling to a state of disrepair. Gendarmes walked the corridors, holding carbines, ready to shoot any person attempting to break out of his room. As he got closer, McLean felt more unsettled by his simple order. He and another gendarme were given revolvers, loaded with six live rounds instead of the usual two blanks preceding four lives. Three gendarmes, holding loaded carbines, would surround the room. At the ends of the corridors, more gendarmes stood guard, which all seemed excessive. More strange was that there was no order that the death must look like a suicide, which according to some other gendarmes was not like previous assassinations they were ordered to carry out.

Jean de Flandre paced back and forth in the hotel room, not much different from ones he had previously been locked in. He lost track at the amount of times he was thrown in prison in the last seven months. They felt like a blur, but at the same time the conversation de Flandre had with his former commanding officer, which started his adventure, felt like centuries ago. During this time he lead a group of rebels to attack all over the country, getting himself captured to allow others to escape several times before escaping again himself. De Flandre looked around, looking for ways to escape. With guards in the corridors, the window seemed like his best option, though he was high above the ground, and would be in the center of Boſton where he can be captured again or shot, by a government which likely wants him gone. He did not think long before stopping and looking out the window, and that did not last long either when he heard the door creak open.

Thinking quickly, de Flandre ran quietly behind the door. He then heard two sets of footsteps, which sounded like they wore standard issue Gendarmerie boots. Besides that, they were quiet. De Flandre knew why they were there, if not to kill him then to take him to a place where he will be killed, but if their commander learned his lesson he will know that the latter would allow for de Flandre to escape. He had no weapons, and knew the gendarmes would quickly find him hiding behind the door, so de Flandre was ready to do the only thing he could do, stand perfectly still behind the door. Though it felt like an eternity, only a few seconds passed before a gendarme stepped past the door and looked de Flandre in the eye, with a revolver pointed forward. De Flandre punched him in the neck and took the gun, then turned and saw the other gendarme, who was also holding a revolver, who de Flandre three shots into before walking back behind his door and sitting down next to the gendarme he punched. “Bonjour.” he said.

McLean was on the ground wheezing, with a sharp pain in his neck. He could vaguely make out a figure in what looked like a damaged Gendarmerie uniform pointing McLean’s own revolver at him.

“Now tell me why the fuck were you just sent here.” said the figure in broken English.

Seeing McLean unable to respond, de Flandre stood up. He saw three men with carbines standing at his door. Knowing he had three rounds left, de Flandre walked past the door and fired one before jumping back. Three gunshots followed. De Flandre took the saber from the gendarme lying behind the door, then jumped again and fired two shots before running at the gendarmes with his saber. One dropped dead, another seemed badly wounded. Two had nearly no time to draw their sabers before de Flandre stabbed both. He took a moment to look back at the room, three dead gendarmes at the door, a fourth lying dead in the room, and a fifth who was still alive, and who looked like he stopped wheezing. De Flandre grabbed the revolver from the dead gendarme and walked back to the last one. “Tell me again,” he said, “Why the fuck were you here.”

“We were ordered to kill you.” he managed to say.

“Well then. Any more guards around.” asked de Flandre.

“Three more at every end of the corridor.” wheezed McLean.

De Flandre thought for a moment. He was far away from the corridors that he may not be noticed, but it was still not worth risking. He walked outside the door, fired a shot towards the end of the corridors, and took cover in his room. Shots were fired, and after hearing then de Flandre ran with his saber and revolver to the closer end, firing three shots at the guards at point blank range as they were reloading, then running down the stairs. De Flandre then bumped into another officer. He punched him in the face, then took the officer’s lantern and ammunition, before continuing down the stairs and outside, facing a bunch of guards.

“Are you good, sir?” said one, looking at him and his uniform.

“There was a gunfight on floor three. Get more guards there at once.” said de Flandre.

“Yes sir.” said the guard, quickly walking off without realizing the officer he just talked to was one of the prisoners. De Flandre could not blame him, knowing the confusion over constant purges in the last seven months. Seeing that the guards have been distracted, and gendarmes would have been pulled from all over Boſton, de Flandre waited for the next horsebus, paid the halve stuiver fair, and got off several stops later at the Van Riemsdijk Railroad’s station, where he took the next train to Guernſey, the city he promised to meet the rebels he helped escape.

[Celtterra]

The Unchel Palas War-room
10:54 A.M., September 15, 2021 A.D.

The Unchel Brennus stood in-front of a table with General Collins and Spy Master Ceangal at the other end.

“What are the updates on the foreigners,” asked the Unchel Brennus.

“They were evacuated soon after our meeting yesterday, your highness,” replied the Spy Master.

“What of the factories, the ones that was already built,” asked the Unchel Brennus.

“Every single factory was swiftly captured, we currently control them all. Many are fortified and have factory guards to stand watch and defend the factories, ordered to do so till the last man. The workers are working with many of our own soldiers, with them living in or near the factory,” reported the General.

“And the armies,” asked the Unchel Brennus.

“Already gathered and preparing for an invasion into the Union. We are able to supply our soldiers within a couple of hours yesterday with civilian armor and weapons,” reported the General.

“That is good to hear,” said the Unchel Brennus, “dismissed.”

The two saluted their High King, with him saluting in-return, and left the room immediately after. Revan left soon after them, going to his bedroom.

After he entered his room, he opened a dresser of his, and saw his uniforms.

“I can’t believe that I will wear this for an actual war and not for fun,” he thought.

Behind him, the door opened, in came Gráinne Droit, Cadi Ahearn, Currie Finley, and Mairead Duwarth.

“We should go with you,” said Lady Mairead.

“It is best if you all stay,” replied Revan.

“I am your bodyguard, I need to go with you,” stated Captain Ahearn.

“And I am your personal doctor. Not to mention I study diseases and, not to mention, I am trained to, also, be a combat medic,” stated Doctor Finley.

“I am your Press Secretary, the people will want to know you are safe,” stated Press Secretary Droit.

“And I am your friend, we all care about you deeply,” stated Lady Duwarth.

Revan sighed, looking down before lifting his head to look at them.

“I understand you all are worried about me,” said Revan, “Currie and Cadi, you both have the best arguments, but I want you both to stay here. Currie to help keep an eye on you all and Cadi to guard the palace. Gráinne, you answered why you shouldn’t. Not to mention, you can do that here. Mairead, you have no training.”

Revan stayed silent for a second before continuing, “not to mention, I care about you all deeply. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to any of you. You all will stay. It is an order, if necessary.”

The four women looked at each other and nodded in agreement, then Lady Mairead spoke, “we understand, please stay safe.”

“I will,” Revan replied, “and just so none of you freak out, I will write you when I am able to.”

The ladies left Revan, who closed the dresser.

[Celtterra]

The Unchel Palas
6:00 A.M., September 16, 2021 A.D.

The Unchel Brennus walked onto the balcony that stood over the front lawn, dressed in his uniform. He saw the entirety of his personal army; the Army of Northern Virginia, named after the Virginia River that stems from the Tanasi River; standing at attention. The Men was in their full combat uniforms.

After a few seconds, he began his speech, “Soldiers of the Army of Northern Virginia. You are here today to fight to protect this confederation, your nation, your people…”

He continued his speech for three minutes, barely stopping to take breaths, finishing with a thunderous applause. Once his speech was done, he went back in the Palace, to say goodbye to each person that worked and lived there personally.

He left the palace for, in his mind, he thought may be the last time he is there alive. After he entered the front lawn, he mounted his white horse, named Traveler, and lead his forces to the train depot, to ride to Manassas then to take a Corps to the City of Prennus, to fortify the old legations.


Manassas Junction
11:00 A.M., September 16, 2021 A.D.

The Army of Northern Virginia arrived at the Junction and prepared to split the army into three halves; the third corps to be taken by the Unchel Brennus to the city of Prennus, the first corps to protect the tracks between Prennus and Manassas, while the second and fourth corps stay at the junction to guard it. It was then decided that the second and fourth corps will be lead by General Raibeart Eideard Coille of the second corps, due to him having more experience than General Bruce McBroom of the fourth corps.

“Once this war is over,” the Unchel Brennus told his generals, “I will request the opening of new embassies here and in their lands. That is one of the biggest reasons why the old Foreign Legations needs to be protected.”

“Makes sense,” replied General Coille, “hopefully it will not be besieged. Though, if it is, we will attempt to end it as fast as we can.”

“I will have outposts built around the city and Legations, just to be safe.”

“Be safe sir,” said General McBroom.

“Ain’t I always,” replied the Unchel Brennus.

The generals saluted the Unchel Brennus and they all left. The first and third corps boarded the trains and rode to one of the several stations between Prennus and the Junction, for the first corps to fortify the location, while the third corps continued on their way.


The Foreign Legations Train Station, Prennus, Kingdom of Éirebernnia
2:00 P.M., September 16, 2021 A.D.

The train arrived at the station inside of the Legations, with the large, heavy doors having been opened for the train. The soldiers dismounted and lined up in the courtyard of the walled legation area. The Unchel Brennus stepped on-top of a large podium and started to bark orders of what needs to be done. After he finished giving the initial orders, he dismissed them to get started. Some of the soldiers started building defenses, some started making a hospital, some started making a food-store, some started making the armory and barracks, some began making the mess-hall, and others began making the command center, as-well-as other things that needed to be made. The detachment of Livgarginn that he took with him began to search each room of the Logarian Legation, cleaning and making sure it is free of any and all threats. The detachments of Purple and Green Berets was busy clearing and helping clean all other buildings.

After the Livgarginn cleared the Legation, the Unchel Brennus took his bag and went to the old Imperial bedroom, it was used by the Imperial family of Logar when they visited. After he entered, he decided to make it into both his bedroom and the war room.

“Thank God the caretakers take such great care of this place,” he thought to himself, noticing that the entire room is clean.

From the corner of his eye he saw one of Adrian’s old blankets.

He picked it up and thought, “I’ll make this one exception, so I can send it back to my cousin. I will wait to send it a bit later.”

He placed the blanket neatly in his bag with a note on it that says “send to Adrian” before checking on the situation on the setting up and building of everything.

[Celtterra]

The Logarian Legation, Prennus
9:00 A.M., September 17, 2021 A.D.

It was a rainy day, as a second-class private came up to the Unchel Brennus as he was drinking some water at a bar.

The Unchel Brennus stopped drinking and said to the private, “is there something wrong?”

“Sir, you are needed in the coms room,” the private said.

The Unchel Brennus got up, grabbed his gray stetson and overcoat, then followed the private to the coms room. As he entered, he was updated on the situation around the nation.

“Seems this war may last 90 dayys, if the news of these skirmishes can tell anything of the Union’s armies,” the Unchel Brennus thought.

He soon after left the room and went back to the bar to get started on his breakfast, before he heads out to check the progress of the defenses and outposts.

[Celtterra]

The Logarian Legation, Prennus
7:00 A.M., September 29, 2021 A.D.

“The outposts have been finished, as well as all other defenses. New wells has been dug and the food storage is filled-to-the-brim. Seems to be the only good news so far,” thought the Unchel Brennus as he looked at a map of Dalbernia, showing the land controlled by both sides, “seems this stalemate may last for a little while.”

Throughout Dalbernia, generals report of them being unable to advance. Some of the land that was gained was lost, though there was more land gained overall.

After a few minuets,, the Unchel Brennus left the building and went to the stables to check on the horses. He saw most, except for a few that included his his, was gone.

“The cavalry are doing drills,” he remembered.

He left and went back to the Logarian Legation. He cleaned his boots and put them back on afterward. After a few seconds, Al Woods, the famous artist, came in to begin the Unchel Brennus’ painting.

“Can we do this another time,” the Unchel Brennus asked, looking up at him.

The artist nodded and left the room.

[Vostochnyye Ravniny]

in collaboration with logar

The Logarian-Vostoian Concordat (Pt.1)
24-09-2021

The Vostoian aircraft containing their respective officers arrived at the Villanova International Airport, being received by John Capri, Secretary of the Palace, and by important military officers, among them four four-stars generals. Their motorcade was just waiting for them as they exchange amenities with the Logarian officials.
— Good morning — said Capri to the Premier — the Emperor plans to have a breakfast with you, and then move to discussions. Korai agents not nearby immediately sent a message to the headquarters, alerting PEE member states about the presence of Vostoians in Logar.

The Vostoian Diplomatic Mission was grand: 2 Four-Star General of the Red Army, 1 Grand-Admiral of the Red Fleet, 4 Four-Stars General of the Air Force and the Trudovik Party Secretary Arnold de Brede, a Jewish official.

The Party Secretary exited the plane first, "Good Morning Mr, unfortunately the Premier will not be present with us" he said whilst shaking Capri's hand.

— Oh, I am terribly sorry for this unfortunate mistake, Your Excellency. — Said Capri. — Your motorcade to the Palace awaits, as does the Emperor and the Prince Regent there.

"Excellent" the Party Secretary said whilst walking towards the Motorcade, "Can you please inform your Minister for Economy that the Administration Board of the UAC wants to arrange a Meeting with his Exelency the Minister ?"

— Yes, I can, Your Excellency. — Confirmed Capri as he walked with the Party Secretary to the motorcade. — He shall be informed tomorrow. Logar has been conducting a big project that requires his attention lately.

"The Thorium Project ?" The Secretary Asked.

— Indeed, sir. More detailed information will be made available by the government soon. — Capri said while smiling, right next to the door of the black, Logarian government car, as others, that was to transport the Secretary and his Advisors (most of them where from the UNK's Armies) to the Emperor's encounter.

The Secretary and the Rest of the Delegation entered in the Logarian cars.

Capri entered a one of the cars with the symbol of the Secretariat of the Palace on it, which was to be the last of the motorcade, giving the front to the ones sheltering the Vostoians as a shown of respect. Guarded by the Villanova Province Police, the motorcade made its way towards the luxurious Imperial Palace of Villanova, arriving just a couple minutes, then being received by Prince Regent Edward, the Imperial Royal Guard, and the commanders of the Imperial Navy and Imperial Army.

The Secretary exited the car and makes the reverence as a show of respect, "Your Highness I'm glad to meet you" the secretary said.

— I am most impressed you had the gallantry to visit the Empire after what happened in the Coronation, Secretary. — Edward mocked. — Nevertheless, welcome to the Emperor's residence. We shall enjoy a breakfast before our discussions, shall we?

The Secretary laughed "the history is neither white nor black, only the good leaders go down in history... Now Shall we proceed ?"

— Indeed. History talks, and it has absolutely no mercy — the Prince Regent laughs as he gestures the officials to enter the Palace.

The whole Delegation enters the Palace, the Secretary then asks "Will the Kaguchenkovs join us ?"

— Emperor Adrian told me he invited them, they are still to come. They must be on their way.

"It would be a shame if they don't come... isn't it?" the Secretary said.

— They will — he says as they walk towards the meeting room, where breakfast was to be served and where Emperor Adrian was — they wouldn't be bold enough to disappoint the Emperor of the country who sheltered them for years.

The Secretary laughed

— We're here.
⠀The two imperial royal guards protecting the passage open the two white wooden doors that revealed sat: Emperor Adrian, Courtmaster Veers, and the ministers of Foreign Affairs, Defense, and Industry, Foreign Trade and Development. The lack of presence of the Minister of the Economy is stark. As soon as the Vostoian officials are shown by the open doors, Adrian and the others stand up.
⠀— Welcome — says the Emperor.

"Greetings, your Imperial Majesty" The Secretary said.

— Please, take a sit. Our friends of the Kaguchenkov family will arrive soon — Adrian said in a friendly voice tone.

"Thank you Sir" the secretary said whilst smiling. The Delegation sat in the chairs asigned to them arround the table.

Adrian awaited for the Logarian high-ranking officials to position themselves to their chairs, then sat and so they did following the Emperor.
⠀— Breakfast will be served, and then discussions shall commence, Secretary.

"I See, your Majesty" the secretary said whilst looking he's whatch, "Oh... It's time... the Premier is talking on TV for the opening of the New Superior Technical Institute of Matsrakia, your Imperial Majesty, sorry to ask you this, but can we turn on the TV ?" the Secretary said in a friendly tone.

Adrian gestured to his uncle who was near the room's TV, and then Edward turned it on in the Logarian Broadcasting System, that was covering the opening of the institute.

On the TV we could see The Premier talking in front of a Crowd:

Premier's Speech - "When I see the crowd here today... I don't see any class divide or any race... I only see Solidarity, fraternity, and hope in the Futur..."

The Crowd praised this statement.

"What I see here... Today... Is the Kagian Peoples that said: enough is enough! Down with the Oligarchy! Down with Elitism! I don't see a crowd here... I see a nation's hope for better life conditions ! I see the Futur in you ! I see Hope residing in you!"

The Premier then looks at his daughter present in the crowd.

"What I see here is the Endeavor of a whole nation to create new ambitious technologies in the sector of Energy, in the Military Sector... and in the medical sector... What I see here is the Futur... A futur where everyone is equal in rights and where everyone is free!"

The Crowd praised this statement.

"We are on the right path... The path for national unity my brothers and sisters! And no matter what, no Matter outside intervention or criticism... Us People of Kagu, will live in Freedom for the rest of time!"

The Crowd praised that statement.

"And with this new Technical Institute, I officially declare the Dawn of a new Decade of prosperity: May god preserve our souls and may god rule for eternity"

The crowd praised that statement and started chanting the Anthem of the Federation: 'The Sacred War'.

The Secretary was smiling and was filled with hope by seeing and earing this statement.

Adrian cleaned his throat as the Premier's speech ended, not really showing what he thought of it, neither worried by this situation knowing Logar is a member of PEE, so there's "nothing to lose" on his point of view. The Logarian officials chose to stay quiet as Adrian, who broke the silence right away.
⠀— Impressive. Truly a man of his politics — said Adrian.
⠀Some butlers carrying the breakfast entered the doors, and positioned the food on the officials' plates. These were native Logarian bakery of the highest quality, only the truthfully best for the Logarian monarch. They could choose between several beverages. Adrian chose café au lait, that was given to him.

The Secretary laughed "He surely know how to express his opinions... You know, he lost one of his daughters during the Unification Wars..."

— Unification Wars? — the Emperor questioned, grabbing and drinking his coffee — pardon my ignorance.

"After the Fall of the USSRK in 1989 and the Fall of it's successor state: The Union of Sovreign Nations in 1999, the Continent was divided in 46 Smaller States: The Republic of Vostochnyye and the Democratic People's Republic of Ravniny being the biggest ones out of the 46" the secretary said whilst drinking his coffee, "Between 2000 and 2007, Vostochnyye and Ravniny would start expanding and expanding: in 2009 only Vostochnyye, Ravniny, East Estovakia and Anixies Christos remained independent on the mainland... Then in 2010, Amidst a stock market crash: Vostochnyye under the Grip of Kerensky, attacked Ravniny to change the focus of the growing middle class and avoid a uprising, after 2 years of war... Vostochnyye annexed Ravniny and entered in a Political Union with Ravniny... Those are the Unification wars, your Imperial Majesty..."

— Truly a resilient people that has passed through so much — the Emperor said — you know? Logar has had no wars of such magnitude since the unification of tribes in 1042. Logar is a really old country indeed. I think we were only able to be who we are because of the respect we feel for our history.

Secretary — said Edward, who was silently watching.

"Yes ?" the Secretary said.

— Does your Premier smokes? — he asks. While that Adrian gestures to Secretary of the Palace, who immediately leaves the room and goes to his office. It was both Edward and Adrian's plan to give the Premier a native Logarian gift since he didn't have the chance to meet them personally.

"Everyone smokes in Vostochnyye" the Secretary Said whilst laughing.

Edward laughs.
⠀— We have a gift for him. Kanoku is a Logarian herbal blend introduced by the indigenous to be smoked. No tobacco or nicotine.
⠀Capri enters the room again, now on his hand there is a golden metal box that Edward opens and is revealed a set of 30 black-colored kanoku cigarettes that have a simple, but elegent, silver band separating the filter from the herbal blend. In another compartment there is a solid gold Zippo lighter accompanied by a small fluid cannister.
⠀— Here — the Prince Regent says as he gives the metal box to the Secretary to take a look.

"Thanks your Highness, at least you know how to make gifts!" The Secretary said whilst laughing about the Furbish sent Gifts.

— Absolutely only that of the best for the Premier. I hope he enjoys them — said the Emperor in a jovial voice tone.

— Now... — the Emperor begins — may we discuss? After all that's why you're here! The Logarians laugh.

Yes." the secretary said whilst laughing.

— Please, go ahead! — the Emperor said.

"Did you read the Declaration of the Premier issued on September 20th?" the Secretary asked.

— Yes, Mr. Secretary, I have.

"Do you think sincerely that the furbishmen treats your people and your nation as brothers ? For them you are just an other political Paw... They only see Profits and nether see the people behind them..." The Secretary said on a serious tone.

⠀— My father used to say the Furbish only saw our Empire as an economical tool, Mr. Secretary. Both our nations have not exchanged amenities for decades due to the cultural differences. — The Emperor said, in a more professional tone. — Though, so did the Empire see them as purely an economical partner, not cultural neither political. The fishing industry, technology industry, you name it. We have important trade with them... Without touching the political aspect of them. We feel honored that your Premier treats the Empire with so much respect towards our history, yet.

"For them, you are only a number on a spreadsheet... For us, and this is the case for the rest of the Nations out there, you are a thriving living nation with Individuals that have thoughts, needs and desires... The Furbish nation since 2 generations ago.... Are a decaying nation with a decaying culture... They only care about statistics" the Secretary Responded, "The situation we are in is the result of the Kagian Nations uniting and saying 'Stop, no thanks.' to the Furbish... It's a shame that we don't have much trade ongoing, maybe we can solve this ?" the Secretary said whilst smiling.

— Logar is a member of the Crvenicov-Boston Treaty and Protective-Economic Entente. — Prince Regent Edward said while Adrian agreed.
— We would be calling for retaliation if we simply renounced our promisses, both from PEE and from the Logarian people. — Emperor Adrian affirmed. — Logarian popular opinion sees other nations such as Fluvannia and Dunferm favorably as they are monarchies, also other nations excluding the Furbish Islands. In general they already sided with PEE.
⠀The environment laid silence for a couple seconds.
— Logarian monarchy as it is, supported by the people, would face collapse, probably. — The Emperor reiterated.

"In the Federation, Monarchism is allowed: we have 1 Kingdom, 4 Grand Duchies and 7 Principalities, Monarchist Parties aren't banned... We are currently supporting the Niagarans Wich are a Monarchy and will support them until the end of times... But the Monarchies of the PEE were corrupted by the Devils work your Imperial Majesty: many of the subjects of those kingdoms are Atheist or just say that they belive In god out off fear... They were corrupted by Furbishmen Ideas and deviated from Gods Will... The Logarians and Kagian Nations have a lot of common points... Maybe it's time for Bothsides to rediscover them don't you think ?" the Secretary said.

— Secretary, I don't think you did your homework. — Said Edward, Prince Regent. — Because of past clashes between the Crown and Christianity, Logar has driven itself more towards atheism or folk beliefs.

"We are not saying that you should belive in God or not, or you should belive or not in folk beliefs, what we are saying is the Absolute Divine Right to rule promoted by some is a un-democratic way of thinking" the secretary said.

Edward looks confused at the Secretary.
⠀— The Divine Right? I see. But does that really matters if it does not affects the way they look at us?
⠀The Prince Regent stands up and walks to the window, opening it as he takes a pack of kanokus and his lighter out of his pocket.
⠀— Their religious pretexts does not matter at all, Secretary. The people, and the Emperor, both knows very well the economical joy of siding with them.
⠀Edward then takes a cigarette, puts in his mouth, and then lights it. After so he smokes there, next to the window.
⠀— I don't like the Furbish Islands for obvious reaons, Secretary. But we can't afford to lose the rest of the countries in this pact.

The Secretary being out of words, a 4 Star General of the Red Army by the name of Joanes Klauz, takes the parole: "Your Imperial Majesty, your Highness... With all things considered, the Logarians would be better off economically without the FI, Fluvannians and Dunfermians Investements. Logar GDP's could be much higher if you just declared neutrality and adjusted the prices as you wanted... The situation Logars in, with all due respect, is a situation of economic exploitation by foreign Powers" General Joanes said on a professional tone.

Edward looks at Adrian, who then decides to step in the discussion.
⠀— My family, the House of Idenburg, has been the sole ruling class of Logar since the Empire was founded by Magnus the Unifier, the first Emperor of Logar. Do you know how much time did it took us to gain the people's trust, and the sacrifices we had to make to keep the power with us?
⠀— Do you want to see this house that ruled for centuries decay in a simple decision took by the youngest emperor in centuries? I won't let a foreign power such as Vostochnyye end this in a minute. We won't be another Dodoia. — Edward said, in an elegant, but still apparently angered tone to the General.
⠀Adrian gestured to his uncle to calm down.

"With all due respect, if you show the true side of the Furbish and since you're a charismatic leader, the people would honestly follow you in all of the decisions... I'm talking about experience, the Kaguchenkov felt only because they didn't know how to run a modern economy, state and society and they started ruling the lands of Kagu in 1126... But you don't have those problems, in terms of industry and consumer goods you are self-sufficient... You don't need their help... Their help, if you can call it a help honestly, is only killing your self-sufficiency... In terms of political stability, the institutions of Logar are respected... And if they are not the Korai comes in... You will not have any problems, trust us" Joanes Replied.

— Are you an economist, by any instance? — when the Prince Regent asks, the Logarian officials there seem to share smiles, as if they wanted to laugh but couldn't.

"Modern Wars aren't fought only by bare force your Highness... In fact, here's a example that you don't need them, your Industry developed a plane that can outmatch most of it's counter-parts, and this is just a example in the Aerospace sector... I mean Logar is the Front Running country reagrding the Thorium research" General Joanes replied.

Sudenly, the emperor closes his eyes strongly, his head begun to ache like never before, even though this problem happened more than twice during meetings of the Cabinet and civilian institutions.
   — Adrian? My nephew? — the Prince Regent asks his attention when he notices his pain — guards!
   When Edward called for the guards, a single Korai agent wearing an Army service uniform entered the room.
   — Take the Emperor to his quarters in the palace.
   The guard rapidly goes to the near encounter of the Emperor, and helps him to stand up. "I am so sorry," he says as he is taken to his quarters to rest. A relaxed expression was displayed by Edward, after all something like so already happened before and was not of much trouble.

Everyone in the Delegation were shocked of what they had just witnessed. A General of the Air Force took discretely her encrypted phone and texted to her KGB attache: "We have a Z-1 situation".

The Party Secretary demanded, "His everything alright your Exelency ?"

— He is young. Can't deal with stress properly — explained the Prince Regent — it has happened more than once, enough for us to be suspicious. Well, let's continue. General, please.
   Edward gestured to Otávio Magnólia, an infamous general of the Imperial Army who also had previously worked in the Korai, and he stands up.
   — In all due respect, to your excellencies, if you want a war, it would be a lost war — the general says in an titanic, strong voice tone — the High Command of the Military Forces vote for Logar to stay in PEE. It is for the good of the people. Neither the Emperor or the Prince Regent can risk the possibility of losing the people.

"The PEE Alliance cannot Invade properly the Mainland of Kagu, and you know well about this General... let me explain this to you: The vasts plains of the Mainland and the Harsh Winter and Climatic conditions all year-'round means that when you will reach the cities: no matter your logistical department performance: most of OPFOR Armies would already be dead or incapable of fighting due to the Harsh Climate and Fighting" General Joanes Said.

Then a Admiral took the parole, "With all due respects: The Kagian Navy fields more than 300 ships, this is without counting the Niagaran Allied Fleet. Enforcing a Blockade will be more harder than the PEE High Command marketed this to you... the myth that we will not put up a fight in the High Seas is like a said: a myth".

Then a 4 Stars General of the KAF took the Parole, "and let's not take this debate to the Aerospace Sector: we have more than 3.000 planes in Active Service and in combat readiness, from Transports to Air Superiority Fighters... Our Fighters are getting better by the day and our Fighter fleet is getting bigger by the day, with all due respects: we can field more Airplanes than the PEE is able to deploy in all Kagu".

Then a Grand General of the Red Army, took the parole: he was bruised in battle scars, he turns slowly to the Logarian General and said: "Us winning a war against the PEE is unfaisable... But the PEE winning a war against us is also unfaisable.... What combat experience do you have General ?"

— If either sides can't win then why would we side with you? — asked Prince Regent Edward, facing the window.

"Because of the National Interests of Logar and the Continuity of Logarian State" the Party Secretary replied.

— The continuity of the Logarian monarchical state depends on the people, and the people are for the PEE. Well, now, since we're a well known democratic state...
   All Logarian officials burst into laugh with the comedic say of the Prince Regent.
   — Then let's have a vote between the authorities of the subject!

The Military Delegation took a serious tone, the Veteran Grand General took a deap breath and, whilst smoking a Cuban Cigar he Replied: "Death or dishonor... This is the choice that we all will encounter one day... Edward".

The Party Secretary took a deep breath and replied: "The Logarian population were brainwashed by the Soft Power of the PEE Countries, Edward... And you know this... The Dirigeant Class has to take harsh decisions times to times... The 2020s are a crossroad for humanity, it's time for the Logarian to choose wisely between the path of Sovreignty and Equality between the Nations or Slavery imposed by the PEE".

— Who do you think I am for you to call by my personal name, you old fool? — Edward asks in an angry tone. Never such thing happened to him, not that he could remember. — I've heard enough about the said slavery and how evil PEE is. Or you don't remember the dictatorship of your very own country?!
⠀The room laid silence, in a sinister environment. The eyes of the Prince Regent targeted the Grand General. The eyes are the windows of the soul. His wraith was notable by absolutely everyone.
⠀— By challenging our judgement, you just settled the gate between our governments by disrespecting the entire people's decision. (modifié)

⠀— History talks. And by any means, you are no inocent. The Prince Regent now sat down on his chair.

The Veteran Grand General Laughed, and asked in Russian for the Delegation to exit the room.

When everyone of the Delegation exited the room. The Veteran, still sat in his chair but looking towards the other end of room, turns back and faces the Prince Regent.

He took his sun glasses and Kepi off, puts them on the Table, everyone was shocked in the room: it turns out that the Veteran was in fact the Grand Marshall of the Soviet Union Dmitry Yazov, former Grand Marshall of the CVR.

"Hello there" Yazov Said whilst laughing in a cynical manner.

All the Logarian officials were shocked, Edward was no exception. His expression was clear, he was confused and surprised, his mouth near opened and his eyes trembling.
⠀— Why… — the Prince Regent asks, but not to anyone exactly, but to himself. He wasn't ready for this moment.

Yazov looks directly at Edward and said: "Do you know Why I did all of this ? Kerensky was a Puppet of the West... He was corrupted by the Monney he gained from the FI and other Western Companies investements... Those Companies exploited our vast Ressources without benefiting the people of Kagu... the people got nothing... They were exploited by the same foreigners that are showing up today in Logar and exploiting the Logarian People and Ressources... Edward are you a Man of the People ?"

— I am a man of my family. — He answered.

"Yet you'r Family is attached to the Logarians... And the Logarians are attached to you'r family... Am I right ?" Yazov said whilst looking at a photo of his daughter in his wallet.

Edward takes his pack of kanokus, and puts a cigarette on his mouth. Then he took his Zippo and lit it. He sighed softly.
⠀— My family's rule depends on the people, because we've ruled for the same people who defended us… For centuries.

"It is the Duty of the Ruling Class to guide the heard to better pastures... The People was shown a unreal picture of FI and PEE... If I remember correctly, they dropped Propaganda Panflets arround Logar... Am I right ?" Yazov said whilst smoking.

— A company made by people who apparently had nothing better to do dropped anti-monarchy teddy bears at the capital. The people burned them.

"This is Only the Beginning Edward" Yazov said whilst laughing in a Cynical way, "Teddy Bears? And you still consider them as the right faction to be in?".

⠀— Governments and companies are different from one another. I don't like the Furbish Islands, Yazov, neither does the people, but the people sees them as leading figureheads in the PEE, which they support because our nations are… Friends, economically speaking.
⠀In Logarian, Edward commanded a nearby guard to bring back Emperor Adrian. He believed this was an important time for Adrian to be in. It didn't delay much until Adrian, who was sleeping, arrive at the room. As others, he was shocked. Logarian personnel stands up when their monarch arrives.

"Adrian. Longtime no see" Yazov said whilst laughing. Yazov looked at Edward and said "They aren't trading with you because they need or want your goods... They only trade with you to exploit the Logarian Nations as they see fit... The Vostoian and Niagaran Markets can brace for the influx of the Logarian Goods that you would stop exporting to them you know ?".

— I- well… Hello? — When the Emperor sits down, all Logarian personnel do as well. — I thought you were away from office…

"I am Your Grace, I'm here as a Military Envoy of Vostochnyye" Yazov said.

— Please, continue, then…
⠀Adrian gazed at Edward, who simply didn't say anything about it.

"Where Was I ? Oh yes I was at the economic exploitation part" Yazov laughed, "All Nations are equal, But some are more equal than others. This is the Motto of the FI... At least I think it fits their view of the world".

Yazov took his Kepi and Cigar and Rose up from his chair, he then said: "The Sooner you leave, the sooner you will be free... Anyway, see you soon". Yazov walked outside the Room and joined is Delegation. Yazov and the delegation entered in the cars and drove towards the airport, 1 hour later the Plane took off towards the UNK.

To be continued...

[Celtterra]

Dear Mom,

I will like to say that I am sorry that I am sorry that I have not written in the past few weeks. I have only recently gotten some time to be able to write ya. Where to start? I guess with the beginning of the war, once the armies was raised. Originally I was a part of the Factory Guards up in Quotsigala. We didn’t run into patrols, despite it having seceeded.

When the Army of Kasgiyoi arrived near the factory I was at, I was transferred to them. For the first week, we protected the factories in the area. My squad and I first ran into an enemy patrol on the 20th of September. We sustained no casualties, while the enemy lost 10 men, we think five of them ran. We ran into another one on the 24th, the lost 17 men, with none of us losing any. We think one survived and ran, but we don’t know for sure.

On the 25th, we headed out to intercept an army of these rebels. We heard that they were marching East. We intercepted them and fought our first full battle, I believe it is the first large, perhaps even major, battle so far. They call it “The Battle of Chiló Hill”. If it wasn’t for General Benjamin Hardin Helm, we may have lost. Both sides had a large army.

The battle began around mid-day. Artillery bombarded the Union’s positions, who was still marching, and resulted in the scattering of their forces. Our airforce shot at them, being ordered to not use too much ammunition due to the high demand and low supply of bullets. Our forces quickly captured several hills around Chiló Hill, the largest hill in the area, before marching onto the hill. Apparently their forces did the same, but got to the top of the hill. It seem the wooded area on their side was less dense. That night, we made camps. Everyone could hear prayers.

On the second day, the rebels charged at us, while he continued up the hill, be see Union defenses up there. They failed to budge us, while he forced them out of their defenses. Their general apparently called a retreat and they left. General Helm ordered up to not give chase and to help with the wounded and slain. From what I have heard, over 10,000 of our men was lost on the second day alone. Though that wasn’t the final on our losses on that day. Another thing I heard is that the General informed other armies of the army.

Anyways, I hope you, Pa, and Johnny are doing well.

-Yours Truely,

Private Second Class David Ceicil

Army of Kasgiyoi

[Furbish Islands]

Suburbs of San Pedro
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Afternoon, Saturday, 2 September 2021

Leaders of the Furbish Patriotic Party, or FPP, made their way into the underground room for another meeting. Guards stood around the entrance and inside the room, holding unregistered guns bought from the black market. Their party has been one of the smallest in The Furbish Islands, and having no seats in any province or town, but also one of the most controversial due to their extremist right wing views. They split off from Alternative for Ðe Furbish Islands, who they saw as too weak and moderate to spur change. Besides their views, they have been criticized for operating as more of a cult and crime syndicate than as a political party, including by AFÐFI.

“As we have discussed previously, we need more weapons if we are going to pull this off.” said party leader Rolf Stainach, “More than what we can buy off the black market. I wish that mailder Hutters met with was right about him flooding the black market.”

“Speaking of the Vostonian mailders, why don’t we appeal to their government directly for guns?” said Juan Manuel Hidalgo from the corner.

The room turned to him. “That is the first time I ever hear a good idea from you.” said Stainach. Hidalgo did not often have many ideas, but was in his position due to his contacts in the Furbish government, which he used to warn about incoming raids or agents attempting to infiltrate the party.

“How are we supposed to import guns from them?” said Benjiman Duncan, another official, “So they won’t be seized by customs?”

“There will be a way.” said Hidalgo, “We have an entire government helping us out now, not just some mob, and my contacts in the Gendarmerie will gladly look the other way with some cash. But that is not important, now just let them know they will help us.”

To ðe government of ðe United Nations of Kagu

We, ðe Furbiſh Patriotic Party appeal to your government for aſſiſtance. Materialiſt values have corrupted ðe Furbiſh government far beyond any point of repair, as your government too has realiſed. We plan to put an end to ðis reᵹime, but need Kaguan arms and aſſiſtance.

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Andrea’s Reſtaurant and Pub, San Pedro
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Afternoon, Saturday, 2 September 2021

“Vodka martini. Shaken, not stirred.” said the man. Martinis are supposed to be stirred, but the man gave the special instruction to reduce alcohol content, enough to make him tipsy but not completely drunk. He turned to a woman sitting next to him. “I’m Bondt, James Bondt.” he said.

“Oh there you are James, I was looking all over for you.” said Hidalgo from behind Bondt’s shoulder.

“I am sorry, I have to go.” said Bondt to the woman, leaving her a slip of paper with his phone number. “Anything to report?” he said to Hidalgo.

They walked for a while before Hidalgo said anything, to a park which was mostly deserted at this hour. He began “Plenty of new things. We need the FSS off out asses. We have a big name.”

“Oh?” said Bondt.

“Plan zed. Finally happening. We just sent a formal request to the Vostonians for guns. They have yet to respond but we need the Gendarmerie off our asses too.” said Hidalgo. He stopped at a bench and placed his briefcase down, opening several locks before revealing stacks of guilders inside. “Half a million.” said Stainach, “A little more than they would allow me.”. He and Bondt laughed.

“You know it’s dangerous carrying this money money around.” said Bondt.

“I know.” said Hidalgo, “But it’s harder to trace than traditional bank accounts and more reliable than cryptocurrencies.”

“The Gendarmerie” said Bondt, as he continued walking through to park with Hidalgo, “Always brute force everything, instead of more elegant plots by the FSS.”

“But they are the ones who control customs and the ones who will storm our headquarters before this plan can work.” said Hidalgo, handing over the briefcase to Bondt, “Also there are files on the plan here that you will want to have a look at.”

[The Dodo Republic]

Second Dodo Republic announced after capital falls


September 23, 1986
Fort Valkyrie, Dodoian State

On the first day in roughly four months, the guns finally fell silent over the Dodoian Capital. The sound was replaced by marching boots of soldiers through the streets in front of cheering crowds in the tens of thousands, while the blue and white cross of the new flag adornes every building. In the words of one observer, “It is a party of proportions I have never seen." Seven years ago, the idea of revolution seemed like a failed dream, but now after all this time, and all the blood shed, the world now watches as the first democratically elected president of the new republic took the stand on top of the Dodoian Parliamentary Building balcony to take the oath of office.

From the Jungles to the Mountains/ The Dodoian Civil War

The year was 1979 in the southernmost provinces of the Dodoian Legionary State, an economic crisis and political instability have recently caught the Dodoian State, led by the fascist Iron Guard party and Marshal Richard Warner, off guard. Unrest began in the hardest hit region of the country, the deep south. Unrest that the government cannot control, no matter the military force sent to deal with increasingly violent riots and street battles. Eventually the tension that was building for months finally blew over, tens of thousands student protesters took to the streets, and stormed the government buildings of five different provinces and declared a new government with the backing of defected Legionary forces under the command of General Bob Ross, in an event now regarded as the “February Revolution”. For several months afterwards, both sides looked at each other cautiously, as neither could figure out an effective response to a very unstable situation.
Many in the newly formed parliament made up of democratically elected senators, wished for the situation to be negotiated with the Valkyrie government and for peace to be kept, although their efforts would be in vain as on April 7th 1979, a Dodo Republican Army guard stationed on a bridge in the north of the city of Magnolia was shot by a Legionary guard on the other side who mistaked the DRA soldier for a criminal. Negotiations broke down fast after the incident and both sides began to mobilize their armies. The Dodoian Civil War in turn formally began.
Fighting began when Legionary forces crossed south from the mountains, hoping to crush the revolt as quickly as possible before the Republican forces could fully mobilize. At first, the war went very well for the fascists, with Magnolia falling in several days from the start of the invasion and much ground being covered further west, with little organized resistance. As the months progressed into summer, the situation began to deteriorate further for the Republicans who retreated to the western coast, the DRA still not fully assembled with only a few devisons of defected Legionary forces and partisans putting up much of a fight. Fascist command decided to split the Republicans into smaller and smaller sections on the western coast to break communications and drain supplies, the first target of which was the city of Port Royal in the southwest. The offensive began in late August with the city being completely surrounded by early september, but for its success, Republican forces put on a stubborn fight leaving the Legionaries to conduct a siege and to divert troops from other fronts. This gave the Dodoian Parliament a much needed lucky break. Former Legionary general Bob Ross would then be appointed supreme commander of forces, effectively giving him full authority over the DRA, and by mid november with fresh reinforcements and recruits, the siege would end with the fascists retreating with thousands of casualties after a breakout in their lines combined with an offensive to the west. Similar actions began to occur all through the front lines through the remainder of 1979 with fascist forces slowly beginning to outstretch their logistical boundaries and being forced back on the run northwards.
The majority of 1980 involved legionary forces slowly retreating north and most provinces below the mountains being officially integrated into the Republic. Magnolia was liberated by summer of that year, and by fall, the mountains were in full sight of the Republicans, but then winter set in. The winter of 1980 was especially cruel with massive snow storms slowing progress throughout the front lines. This combined with the difficulty of scaling the Colorian Mountains forced the DRA to halt their advances and to dig in until better weather came. By the spring of 1981, the weather finally subsided and the advance could continue, but the DRA was soon to learn the hard way that the Legionaries as well dug in, building fortifications and trenches throughout their lines. When the DRA began their offensive, the Legionaries were able to halt the advance. The First Battle of the Mountains would last the majority of 1981, with the Republicans launching wave after wave of assaults that would only end in thousands of casualties. The battle only ended with the winter weather again halting anything further. For the next three years neither side were able break though each other's lines, launching fruitless attacks on each other's fortifications in bloody trench warfare. However, in the summer of 1984, near a small railway junction known as Ridgetown in the far west of the mountains near the coast, Republican forces finally broke through and crossed the mountains into the tropical jungles on the other side. The tide again began to change.

Fort Valkyrie is Liberated

With the surprising breakout in the northwest, Republican forces decided to take advantage of the situation by hoping to break the fascist army in two by breaking through to the east coast where the Legionaries would effectively be divided by those still around the capital and the mountains, and those fleeing north to the city of Sparowgull, with the eventual goal to capture the capital by summer of 1985. Fort Valkyrie itself is a very well defended city geographically, sitting in a valley surrounded by some of the highest peaks of the Colorian Mountains, and for most of the war avoided much fighting due to its isolation and life remained semi-normal, something that the Legionaries knew very well, and even with the war going badly, many in the state high command wished to continue the fight partially out of desperation and partially due to ideology, so over the course of 1985 with Republican forces slowly marching in surrounding the capital on all sides, the Legionaries put up a stubborn defensive rim in the nearby mountains. General Ross of the DRA would launch an attack on those defenses in July of 1985 to meet the summer goal of the liberation, but would end up being repealed. This would be the Legionaries last major victory to date and progress would be again halted due to the mountain winter. By June of 1986, General Ross ordered a siege to be conducted on the capital from positions on mountain ridges near the fascist defensive line.
The siege would prove to be the nail in the coffin for the overwhelmed defenders. Over the course of the summer of 1986, fascist forces slowly lost ground and supplies began to drain as nothing was allowed in or to go out of the city. In July, Marshal Warner would escape via a disguised civilian plane to Sparowgull along with some other of his top officials, leaving the city under military authority. This would be the last straw for the city's populace, who took to the streets against the military garrison as the first Republican guns now rested on the city's outskirts, ready to fire. General Ross would halt the siege to allow the protests to continue, and throughout the waning days of August, the riots raged on. The city's military garrison finally surrendered on September 3rd, seeing no reason to continue a hopeless fight. Republican forces then walked down the cliffs accompanied by revolting citizens. Fort Valkyrie was finally liberated.

The current situation

In the immediate aftermath of the capitals fall, all occupied provinces began their first elections to enter the Dodoian Parliament that now moved into the slightly damaged parliamentary building in the capital, along with the 4 remaining provinces still under Legionary rule deciding to join the new republic, and to abolish the fascist government. Thus effectively turning any forces still loyal to the Legion now against the whole of the country, and causing mass surrender throughout the remaining ranks. Although with the light at the end of the tunnel appearing now very bright, a question was beginning to be asked, who would lead the new Republic? Some wished for the new state to be strictly parliamentary with no executive branch, while others wished for the election of a president to help calm instability within the new state. Eventually it came down to a parliamentary vote and the formation of a presidential branch was passed. The first Dodoian Presidential election was held with several DRA generals and senators, but General Ross, supreme commander of the DRA came to head overwhelmingly, with all electoral votes going to him along with 90 percent of the popular vote. His inauguration just earlier today was started by a several hour long parade through downtown Fort Valkyrie, and then Ross taking the stage to give the oath of office and to lay plans for the new government. The day in Ross’s words would be “a monumental day for freedom and liberty,” although he also stated in his inaugural address that the fight has only just begun, with the nation having to be rebuilt after years of bloody fighting. In his words “There is much to be done.”
In statements released by President Ross later, he revealed plans for reconstruction after the war, by solidifying a new constitution and to gain international recognition as the new government of Dodoia and by rebuilding the economy and infrastructure left damaged or destroyed. The war itself according to Ross is “Almost over'' with the main portion of the Legionary army now ether defected, changed sides, or surrendered, and remaining loyalists hiding in the jungles where according to Ross “We hope to isolate each pocket of resistance one by one before any sense of high command finally submits.” Several nations have already contacted the new Republic with offers of assistance in economic recovery and pacts of friendship. The President ended his statements with an interview with reporters stating that “There is a bright future again, we just need to work hard to make it happen.”

[Furbish Islands]

Made in collaboration with Vostochnyye Ravniny.

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Random Bridge in Villanova
Empire of Logar
Noon, Monday, 4 October 2021

Rolf Stainach and Juan Manuel Hidalgo with a bodyguard, who held a knife which he placed in a checked bag, walked through customs and left the airport. James Bondt, an FSS agent and one of Hidalgo’s contacts in the Furbish government, sat behind them on the flight, and followed them closely in the airport, to protect them against any government agents, leaving them behind as they took public transit to the meeting spot they agreed with the Vostonians, on a lightly trafficked bridge. Bondt traveled to an abandoned building in a poorer part of the city, for his own mission.

A black sedan stopped on the bridge, and two accountants, one from the ITS and the other from the KGB, walk out. They walk towards the guardrail, looking in front of them and waiting for the Furbishmen to walk towards them.

“Good afternoon.” said Hidalgo in Fluvan with a heavy accent. Stainach stood completely silent.

“Get in the fucking car.” ITS Accountant Barry De Zee said, whilst still looking in front of him.

The three Furbishmen entered the back, followed by the Vostonians. The car drove towards the outskirts of the city. The accountant De Zee then said on a nervous tone, “Who came up with the idea of a meeting… on a fucking bridge?”

“My colleague here who knows little about Logarian geography.” said Hidalgo. He laughed, Stainach did not.

“By this time… The Korai could be on us… For fuck sake! Anyway, what do you need?” Accountant De Zee said.

“Can’t hear us inside this car.” said Hidalgo, “But as we have said in our letter, we need Vostonian arms for this mission.”

“How many agents do you have?” De Zee asked.

“We can’t give the exact number, but it is in the hundreds, including our numerous contacts inside the government.” Stainach said.

“The Politburo was clear: they want Mr. H dead… They are also concerned that it may look like the UNK is responsible for your future operations… Does the FSA have suspicions on you?” De Zee asked.

“I have contacts in not just the FSA but entire intelligence community, and so far I can say there is no suspicion into us.” said Hidalgo, “And trust me Deputy Hutters will be one of the first to go.”

“The Politburo is concerned that this could be a trap of the said FSA… you know…” De Zee said.

“If the FSA knew what was going on they would have busted us a lot sooner.” said Hidalgo.

“The Politburo is willing to supply you the necessary AKMs, RPG-7s and the necessary ordinances to equip your insurgency.” said De Zee.

“That is good to hear.” said Hidalgo.

“The shipments will be done via submarine, make sure that the pricks of the Furbish Navy don’t bust the submersibles.” De Zee said.

“Trust me, they can’t stop a sea otter if they tried.” said Hidalgo while laughing.

“The Shipment of Tanks and the sending of ‘Air Volunteers’ and mercenaries will start when you will seize power.” De Zee Said, “However you’ll have to wait for a bit: we are already engaged overseas as you know.” he said whilst looking at Hidalgo.

“We are well aware.” said Hidalgo, “But this takeover should be swift.”

“Are we talking in hours or days?” asked De Zee.

“Likely in the span of a couple of days, we need time to make final preparations when the weapons arrive, but after that the government will fall quickly as we storm the Capital Diſtrict.” said Hidalgo.

“Will the AFÐFI and PEE pose a problem?” asked De Zee.

“AFÐFI is a fucking joke.” said Stainach, “Still bothering with parliamentary politics when they clearly see we are in a crisis. And I’d love to see a foreign power try to invade us.”

“Speaking about Foreign relations, what will be the post-coup relations between us?” asked De Zee.

“I hope we can stay on friendly terms.” said Stainach, “The last thing our country needs is to be involved in a foreign war.”

“I’m still concerned about PEE’s reaction.” said De Zee.

“They can’t mount a successful invasion if they try.” said Hidalgo, “In our harsh climate and geographical isolation from the rest of the world.”

De Zee laughed and asks, “Is the Army loyal to your cause?”

“Likely not, but if we assassinate a few key figures they will be too confused to properly respond.” said Hidalgo.

The car stopped in front of a cafe, somewhere in a suburb of Villanova. De Zee then said “Gentlemen, it was a pleasure doing business with you… Make sure to remain available in the following hours and days.”

“Thank you.” said Hidalgo, and the three Furbishmen exited. The car disappeared in the distance.

“Good riddance. Let’s get the fuck out of here.” said Stainach. The Furbishmen waited for the next bus, then traveled to the airport on the city public transport network, where Bondt was already waiting for them, and he quietly followed them through the airport, and sat behind them on the return flight.

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Guernſey
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Late eveniŋ, Monday, 29 December 1873

Leopold Fabian Fitzgerald walked around the city as he often does in his free time between operating Army Railroad Company trains, thought not at that hour, and especially not in an unfamiliar city like Guernſey, where he was to stay the night until returning to his home city of Boſton on a morning passenger train. He disliked operating passenger trains more than freight, knowing that any wrong move could result in injuries or deaths rather than property damage, but more disliked it because he did not like dealing with people, who are often impatient or ask questions that could be answered by looking around for a few seconds. As a horsecar rushed by him on the narrow lit street, he had a different question. “Who the fuck wants to travel to Boſton now?” he thought, “And get shot by rebels or gendarmes so another idiot can take power to satisfy his inflated ego before being shot the next day.”. Many of his fellow enginemen reported rebels taking shots or just boarding the train for a short trip, but that never happened to Fitzgerald. “Probably for the better as everyone said.” he thought.

Crossing a bridge and looking below, Fitzgerald thought about the river below him, reflecting the stars and almost completely waned moon. The same river emptied out into the ocean in Boſton, and which stretched all the way to the mountains. Before the railroads, it was the main method of transporting goods between settlements, along with canals dug between it and other rivers. Now it was the main power source for factories along its shores, in massive industrial cities, many of which Fitzgerald has seen as he drove trains carrying cargo to and from them, arriving on trains carrying cotton grown on plantations and picked by slaves, leaving with textiles made by workers in what seemed like worse conditions, who had little control over their lives. With most factory workers being immigrants, they likely had no better job they can take. Though Fitzgerald was also an immigrant, he arrived at a much younger age than most, and was able to afford a better education and job because his parents took higher skilled jobs. Fitzgerald wondered who was in worse conditions, but became more angry as he could do nothing about it, just like the chaos in Boſton, where he saw his country’s democracy fall apart before his very eyes yet was unable to do anything about it.

He was not a soldier, but worked for the army, and being in Boſton meant Fitzgerald saw much of the events unfold before his eyes, often before officers demanding that he leave immediately and threaten to shoot him if he told anyone anything. He knew too much, but most importantly he knew to pretend he knew much less than he did, and that he did not have the courage or strength do what little he could to end the chaos. Hearing the river wash up along the banks, Fitzgerald thought about how his entire life consisted of forces beyond his control pushing him around, remembering many of his experiences on the job. “Who is going to miss me if I die.” he thought as he stopped near the middle of the bridge, “What’s the point of living if I’ll be alone because everyone hates me. Of course everyone will be nice to my face but everyone is always honest about people who are not around.”. Fitzgerald remembered the fireman he is currently with, who was nice to his previous engineman when he was around before complaining and insulting him in every way possible to Fitzgerald when the engineman was gone, then requesting a transfer, to Fitzgerald because the last fireman left for a different company.

“He just felt bad for me.” Fitzgerald thought, “So does every other worker who acts nice and, my boss who hates me, just acts nice when I’m around but gets angry about anyone who is not. He only praised me in front of his own boss when I was around, definitely had different opinions when I was gone. Probably only tolerates me because I do the jobs no one else wants.”. As a steamboat paddled its way underneath the bridge, he thought “And who will care if I tell this to anyone? Everyone I know has been through worse and will just point that out while accusing me of trying to get more attention.”. Fitzgerald turned and continued along, knowing he will never be able to bring himself to jump off the bridge, no matter how much he wants to.

[Greater Niagara]

Idenburg Airport, Villanova

October 1st, 2021

The Niagaran Royal plane comes in for landing. After it landed, coming out in order of seniority, first HRH Prince Nicholas, then His Grace, Duke Summervale, and multiple other lesser officials.

The foreign officials were received by an Idenburg envoy — Alain de Manteau, a trustee of the House of Idenburg whose family served for decades. He bows before the Prince.
   “Welcome to Logar, Your Royal Highness,” he said still bowed, “it is an honor for the Idenburgs to receive your. Your transports awaits.”
   de Manteau gestures towards a black car near them. The place was guarded by the Imperial Royal Guard and undercover Korai agents. The police of the province had been contacted prior by the House of Idenburg, and security was provided for the trip to the manor.

Prince Nicholas nodded respectfully in return.
"Thank you for your kind invitation," He said, smiling. Walking to the car, he sits down in the seat.

The foreign officials are very well accommodated in their respective cars owned not by the government but by the family itself, and so the motorcade directs to the Idenburg manor, with security provided by the province police, which was near. It did not delay much until they arrived at the manor, and they were therefore received by Emperor Adrian in person plus Daniella Key, Duchess of Highwaters, Prince Evans, Duke of Highgarden, and Adrian's mother, the Empress Dowager.

Nicholas climbs out of the car, impressed with the architecture of the Manor, then greeted the Imperial Family, saying "Greetings, Your Imperial Majesty and Imperial Highnesses. It is good to meet you all."

“It is always good to see a friend,” Adrian says as he shakes the prince's hand while the other Idenburgs greet the other officials, “may we enter?”

“I am sure he has urgent issues to look upon,” he says with a smile. Adrian gestured for the foreign officials to enter the manor, and so they did while Adrian accompanied Prince Nicholas. The manor did not have a meeting room, so the living room was arranged to have comfy chairs for the lesser officials to sit on while the "protagonists" sit on the pompous couch. Tea was served with Logarian-native snacks, which were put on the central table that was in-between both counches.

Nicholas gratefully sat down, grabbing a cup of tea and took a sip. After a few moments of trying some of the local refreshments, he looked up to the Emperor, saying "Shall we begin the formal proceedings?"

“Yes, Your Royal Highness,” Adrian said in a friendly voice tone while drinking his tea.

"Excellent, excellent," replied Nicholas, picking up a cookie from one of the trays. "And I must say, these refreshments are quite delicious."

Adrian and the other Idenburgs laughed. “My father loved this, he really did,” the Emperor said with a smile, “shall we begin?”

"Yes, yes." Nicholas cleared his throat.

"Now, this meeting is about securing funding for the Royalist's war effort. As you aware, my father, King Matthew III, declared the dissolution of the House of Commons and seizing absolute powers, in the name of keeping the Kingdom safe from the dangers of a republican system. However, we didn't realize the full extent of the Republican conspiracy growing in our ranks, especially in the military.

"Thus, we began secret negotiations with your family, to secure funding for our war effort."

"The House of Idenburg has accumulated much wealth since 1041, and with our gold came also our experience in dealing with those type of conspiracies. I'll more than happy to help an old ally of the Idenburgs, Nicholas," the Emperor said and drank more from his tea, "you can pose your trust on us. We won't fail you. Now, how much do you need? Don't be shy, you can ask and I'll help in possible means."

As the Emperor finalized in a very smooth, friendly tone, he took a cookie and ate a small fraction of it while looking at Nicholas.

Nicholas smiled again. "Of course, the House of Pelham will always have allies in your family."

"Now, if I am not mistaken, the funding that my father requested I request of you was in the range of the equivalent 200 million Niagaran Pounds Sterling. However, he said that we are willing to take whatever we can."

"Would you accept 400 million?" Adrian asked with a wide smile.

Nicholas' eyes widened. "400 million? My goodness, I didn't think that you would be so generous."

The Empress Dowager cleaned her throat, "may I have word, my son?"
⠀Adrian immediately affirmed with his head.
⠀"Well, Prince Nicholas, since the beginning of this house we have been generous to those who seek our arms," she says while looking directly at the foreign prince's eyes, "but this is not just a regalia. It's also an investment. We hope to have some revenue once all this mess is corrected and monarchy fully in power."
⠀When she finalizes, not in a friendly tone but certainly not an antagonistic voice, she drinks of her tea, and smiles.

Nicholas nods, understanding. "You want 'your money back', as it were. Of course, the Royal Family is willing to pay back the Idenburg's, with interest, which only seems fair."

A smiling Empress Dowager affirms with her head.
⠀"I hope everything turns well," Adrian says, "to us both, my friend. Anything more you'd like to ask?"

"I do believe that would be all, Your Majesty, other than some of the finer details, which can be discussed by our officials. Until then, that is all we need worry about this."

"Of course, Your Majesty. Perhaps, whilst we are here, we could talk about some local happings?" Nicholas says, sipping his tea with a pinky sticking out in a reflex common amongst Niagaran elite.

"What do you wish to know?" Adrian asks in a happy voice, "finally my studies will pay off!"

Nicholas laughed. "Ha! I guess we could start with regional politics? My knowledge of the political situation outside of Niagara is fairly slim as of late, and there's no man like the monarch to explain Logarian politics!"

"Basically? We run things," he laughs with his relatives, "well, the public machine certainly has its place, but the monarch's word is very important."

"Of course, as it is in Niagara," Nicholas replied. "And it shall become even more so, once we are done dealing with the Royalists. But, pray tell, what has been going on in Logarian politics?"

"Not much, actually," Adrian answered, "because of my recent loss, of my father, my uncle was made regent by me and I stood away from Logarian politics."

"I'm sorry for your loss, Your Majesty. It is a shame what happened to your father." Nicholas said. "But it's good that not much is going on. It means that there aren't any controversies that you need to deal with!"

"Well except for the fact he has hidden his cancer from everyone," he says, "well not really a controversy but... Eh."

He laughs, trying to enlight the environemnt.

Nicholas laughed along. "Well, I guess there is that. Although I'd imagine he did it to keep the nation from worrying."

"He really was a great man," he says while smiling, "I'll try to follow his steps as Emperor…"

"You will be a great Emperor, a great one indeed." Nicholas said encouragingly.

Adrian smiles, "but and your country? How are you doing over there?"

Nicholas' smile evaporated. "Things are, how shall we say, not good. Before my father took power, Republican voices in the House of Commons were ever increasing in volume, and the Prime Minister wasn't doing much other than sending the equivalent of a strongly worded letter."

"Something that worries me is Republicanism within the States-General," he worriedly says, "that's what prevents me from doing an actual reform..."

"Republicans are a danger to our fellow monarchies across the globe. They believe that an elected head of state will give them their wishes, but it only divides them more, and leads the way to radicals, to communism."

"Oh they certainly don't know the power of money," Adrian says while laughing, "without a wise monarch, everything will fall."

"Certainly, Your Majesty! Without a wise monarch, a country is nothing. And Logar is certainly blessed with one in yourself!" Nicholas replied.

"It's an honor that I am seen like so," he laughs, "well now, I fear you have urgent subjects to discuss with your countrymen, and notify your father that financial help is out."

Adrian laughs and drinks the rest of his tea, then putting the cup on the table.

"Indeed, and it has been good speaking with you!" Nicholas said, extending his hand to shake goodbye.

As both stand up, Adrian shakes his hand with a wide smile.

"Alea jacta est," he says, still smiling.

"Alea jacta est," Nicholas replies in the same language.

"Anyways, goodbye to you all," Nicholas said to the whole Idenburg family. "I thank you for your hospitality, and I speak for my father when I say thank you for your help."

"It is a pleasure, always, Nicholas," Adrian says as both walk towards the front doors were cars awaited. The rest of the Idenburg family followed them to say 'goodbye'.

Followed by the other Niagarans, Nicholas climbs into the car. Nodding one last time as he closes the door.

Adrian watches, with a smile, from the stairs of the front doors, guarded by two imperial royal guards, with his family.
With due protection, the Niagarans are sent to the aircraft, and back to their country, with the certainty that Logarians were on their side for the sake of their houses, and traditions.

[Logar]

Collab with Vostochnyye Ravniny

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October 2

Amsterdam, Grand-Duchy of Matsrakia (Federated-State of the UNK).

The Small Idenburg private jet touches down at Amsterdam-Schipol International Airport, the Jet taxied towards Hangar 12A and entered in it.

The Mercenary Corporation 'Kijolijagers' were the owners of the Hangar.

As the jet's door opened, the Baron of Harlem and CEO of the Kijolijagers Alkrion III Van Harlem, greeted them with his personal Honor Guard: the Honor Guard then powers on a jammer so outside forces cannot spy on them.

"Welcome to Matsrakia your Highnesses" the Baron said with a jovial tone.

As the jet's stairs went down, it was then revealed the imponent Daniella Key, Duchess of Highwaters and Councilor of the Idenburg Estate and founding CEO of Key Cosmetics (I forgot the name of her company lmao) and her son, Prince Evans, Duke of Highgarden.

“Thank you,” she says in a serious tone as she goes to their encounter accompanied by her son.

"Your Majesty, I'm glad to welcome you and your son here... May you please follow us ?" the Baron Asked.

“Majesty is only the Emperor of Logar, Your Grace,” her son points out jokingly as she smiles, as if mocking their hosts.

“Yes, we shall go,” she says.

Exiting the jet, two Korai agents uniformized in Imperial Army clothing closely scout them. There was no imperial royal guards, and no more korais, apparently.

The Baron laughed it off, "I'm sorry I'm more effective at doing business than chatting" he said.

He then turns on his left as his CCS Karl Lener enters the Hangar and walks towards them, the Baron said "Your Grace, this is The Company-Chief-Sergeant Karl Lener".

“It's a pleasure,” she said in greetings as her son stands behind her with their guards.

"Your Grace" the CCS said whilst bowing in sign of respect, the CCS then looks at the soon the the Duchess, "Hello Little man how you're doing ?" the CCS said whilst smiling.

“I am Prince Evans, Duke of Highgarden. Greetings,” he said friendly to the man;

The CCS laughs, he then turns back at the Duchess and the Baron, "The Convoy is ready: we have little to no traffic, ETA 10 minutes to the HQ sir" he said on a Profesional tone.

The Baron then said, "Your Grace please follow us outside".

“Indeed,” she did as he says, her son too.

Outside, 7 Black and White Armored MMW 420d were waiting them, the group entered in their respective cars and drove towards the Company's HQ.

The Baron was in the front seat of the Duchess Car, whilst looking down the road, he says: "Your Grace, what type of services do you require ?"

“Stocking,” she said while maliciously smiling, “but not of common materials.”

The Baron Laughed, "We have 5 full time infantry regiments to protect the materials and we have a safe house in the Ural Mountain chain... At this time, 3 of our regiments, or in other words 3.000 Contractors are engaged over greater Niagara, the company has sufficient financial assets... For example we are paying and training more than 40.000 Freelancers, the equivalent of volunteers, by the Demmand of the UNK and Niagaran government to help in the Niagaran War effort".

“The House of Idenburg does not require your protection; Solely the locations,” she said, “we can deal with the security ourselves.”

“Mom,” her son said almost quietly, “why did they sent such a low-ranking noble to receive us?”

Daniella shrugged.

“I don't think you got it, baron,” she said in a more professional tone, “we do not seek simple things here in this country, and the House of Idenburg will certainly pay the necessary for us to have our... Shelter. We are not a company, but a family that ruled the Empire of Logar since its founding.”

"I See, so you tell me what you need your grace" the Baron Asked.

"Alright" the Baron said as the motorcade was entering in the HQ Underground Parking.

The Whole group got out of their vehicles, walked towards the elevators, entered them and took them.

At the 7th Floor, the elevators opened: the whole floor was the Barron's office: on the Wall, several paintings of Van Gogh could be seen, one of the paintings was the portrait of the Baron, his Wife: Baroness Lea Van Harlem and their daughter: Lady Maria Soleyna Van Harlem.

The Group entered in the 'Operations Room', a room were the High Ranking officials of the company would meet.

"Please have a seat" the Baron said whilst pointing a chair.

Daniella and her son sat while the Korai guards stood behind them. A very relaxed Duchess of Highwaters took out of purse a pack of Logarian Spirit kanokus and her Dunhill lighter, put a cigarette on her mouth and lit it.

“Well now,” she says.

"What are your requirements ?" the Baron asks.

Daniella gestured to her son, who took out of his briefcase a blueprint of a big underground structure capable of housing the Idenburgs plus a safe room guarded with top notch security technology. There was a supply room that, according to the writings on the blueprint, could hold supplies that could last three years, also a quarter for the guards of the Idenburgs, 20 of them. The blueprints also suggested hidden passages for them to escape the place in an emergency. The blueprint was given to the baron by Evans.
“There's more, dear,” she said as she dragged more of her smoke and watched the smoke vanish in the air.

"You need land ?" the Baron asks whilst looking at the Plans.

“A lot,” she says as her son gave the baron another blueprint.

The blueprint given was of a small airport that could hold a single small aircraft such as the Idenburg jet. According to the writings of the plan the landing area was to be nearby the underground shelter.
By its nature, the underground structure was very luxurious, really only something an Idenburg would ask. The landing grounds were more succinct.

“The guards and equipment will be provided by the House, during and after the construction,” Evans said.

"Lemme get this straight: you want to build a bunker that can whistand a 3 month siege ?" The Baron Asked with a disturbed tone.

“It's not simply a bunker,” she said, “it impresses me that you reacted like so.”

“It's a giant safe, that will ensure the security of some... Precautions the Idenburg family decided to take lately,” her son reiterated.

"I'm just impressed by the Scale of the Project" the Baron said, he then thought "This thing is a Private Citadel-007-UCM..."

“It indeed is... The best money can buy, I imagine,” she said while smiling, her legs were crossed.

"The Ural mountains is already inhabited by several State Citadel s, but maybe there's something we can do indeed" the Baron said.

“No, baron,” she said as took another kanoku out of her pack, “this marvelous structure is not for common use, it's for a state emergency. We ask you to provide us a place where there's no one.”

And then she lits her cigarette and puts away both the pack and the lighter. Evans takes out of his briefcase a black file named "Operation Resurgence" and proceeds to read it.

“Maybe the Dodo Republic will be happy to receive us,” she said jokingly.

"There's the Continent of Ettela, away of everything" the Baron said.

“It's a good place for a project of this kind,” Evans says while still reading the mysterious black file.

“How much are you willing to ask to build something like this?” she asks with her cigarette on hand, “after the construction, you shouldn't worry anymore, we'll make all the transports necessary by ourselves.”

"It will be in the Milions" the Baron said.

She tilted her head, “less than we expected.”

“How much?” Evans asks.

"We'll have to do the expertises first" The Baron said. Then the Baron looked at the blueprints for a second time, he then said: "Actually, maybe between 1 to 5 Bilions".

"I'd say you just came with that number, even though the technology needed to that really is advanced," Evans observed, his mother agreed.

"Working in Ettela is complicated, plus I'm a Mercenary not a Civil Engeneer..." The Baron said

"We'll pay three billion in your local currency," the Duchess of Highwaters said in a very monotonous voice.

"Father will be disappointed," Evans jokingly said.

"My Company engages itself to pay for the possible over-costs your grace" the Baron said.

"The Idenburg Group and the Daniella Group will thank you generously," she said with a smile and a friendly voice.

"Now I have a Demmand Your Grace" The Baron Said.

Daniella tilted her head, and chose to stay silent for him to say whatever he wanted.

"My Company is looking for Fighter Planes and weapons... for Operational issues we cannot use Vostoian weapons, or otherwise the UNK government will be blamed for our activities" the Baron Said.

"And?" she asks.

"Maybe you can help us your grace, in acquiring weapons... Plus it will beneficiate the Logarian Economy" the Baron said.

"I cannot ensure fighters and ships and whatsoever, but pistols, rifles and grenades will be easy. The Idenburg Group has a major presence in the military sector," she affirms in response, "surely we can provide some… Discreetly."

"We also would like to establish a Recruitement and training base in Logar" the Baron said.

"No," she says crudely right after he finalized his sentence.

"The last request was optional"the Baron said with a serious tone, "Anyway, Countess Van De Kigen and Lady Van De Kigen are awaiting me for a meeting, if it's all your grace..." the Baron said.

"Yes that's all," Daniella says as she get up, so does her son.

"It was good to do business with you, baron," Evans says.

"You can keep the blueprints," his mother says, "the right second it's leaked, the deal is over."

"I'm known for my discretion your Grace, it was a pleasure" the Baron Said.

The Motorcade that brought everyone to the HQ brought back the Logarians to the Airport. 30 Minutes after their Arrival at the Airport, the Idenburg private jet took off.

October 3

In the Imperial Capital of Villanova, Yazov and Van De Kigen arrived, being transported by an aircraft. They were received in the Villanova International Airport by the imperial royal guard and Korai agents. Their automobiles transported them to the Imperial Palace of Villanova, where they were invited for a dinner with the Emperor and Prince Regent Edward.
Once they arrived, they were cordially received by the Secretary of the Palace, and were guided to the dinner place: a great banquet hall in the middle of the palace where laid a long table circulated by several comfy chairs.

"Welcome," the Emperor says as Capri and their visitors entered the room. Adrian was sat on the first chair, with Edward on his sat on the chair at the left side, "I hope you were all very well received."

Adrian smiles at his guests: Yazov's granddaughters, and the Vosleagian and Mastrakian royal families, who were appointed their respective seats by the butlers.

"We were your Majesty" Yazov said whilst smiling.

One of the Grandaughters of Yazov: 21 years old Marzia Van De Kigen laughed, after a moment she smiled at the Emperor whilst playing with her Hair.

"Your Majesty, May I present to you one of my Grandaughters ?" Yazov asked.

"Yes, yes!" Adrian says as he stands up, "unfortunately the rest of my family could not participate, too much business issues."

Yazov laughed having in mind what the Duchess of Highwaters demanded, "Your Majesty" Yazov said "This is Countess Marzia Van De Kigen".

The Countess seems to be stressed.

“What's the problem?” Adrian asks upon approaching her and holding her hand, “such a beautiful flower shouldn't lose her petals over nothing!"

The Countess Laughed whilst responding: "A beautiful flower ? You know how to speak to ladies your Majesty".

"I'd like to say I learned it with my father, but it was actually with my mother," he laughs.

The Countess Laughed.

Yazov then said, "Shall we proceed to the dinner your Majesty ?"

"Indeed," the Emperor seats down, indicating everyone there could sit now. It didn't delay much after they were all accommodated for food to arrive, being served by the well-dressed, polite butlers of the palace.

Marzia looked at the Emperor whilst smiling and said: "You have such beautiful Eyes".

Yazov looked at his daughter and mother of Marzia: Countess Maria Van De Kigen and looked at her demanding if she notices what was going on.

"Thank you, Your Grace," Adrian replied timidly, "you have deep, meaningful eyes."

Marzia Laughed.

Yazov then demanded: "Your Majesty, where's the Exelency the Prince Regent ?"

Countess Maria then said, "Father may we discuss outside for a second ?" both excused themselves and walked outside.

Countess Marzia Laughed about this, "Sorry your Majesty... My Grandfather and Mother have some relationship issues".

"Understandable," Adrian says in a bit of a suspicious voice tone.

"Do you have a Girlfirend your Majesty?" Asked a stressed Marzia.

The Prince Regent came upon a argument between Yazov and his daughter about the situation they were in. "Ah your Highness... Can we talk about the... Project ?" Yazov said whilst his daughter walked back inside.

"Ah, yes," Edward went to the encounter of Yazov.

"Make use of my office, Prince Regent," Adrian says, noticing both were to have some serious conversation.

Adrian then turned his attention to the Countess, "no, Your Grace, I don't," and then laughs.

Yazov and Edward walked inside the office and discussed about the Project of the Ettelan Base for Hours.

Meanwhile, at the table: Countess Marzia asked the Emperor, "How such beautiful man don't have one ?"

"I didn't have much time for one," he says while smiling, and eating.

"No one is sharing a bedroom with such a Handsome man ? What a shame" said a Anxious Countess Marzia.

"It's complicated. My father was more of an intellectual rather than a womanizer," he jokingly says.

"What a shame... I suppose you... Didn't do it ?" Said Marzia whilst eating.

The Emperor almost choked on his food, "n-no I haven't. But let's keep such subject away from the table, shall we? There's a lot of people here!"

"I can help you with that" Marzia said whilst looking at the Emperor.

"No, thank you," the Emperor nervously says.

Countess Maria Van De Kigen arrives and sits back at the table, "How was your day your Majesty?" Asked the Countess of De Kigen.

"My day was... Tranquille," he answers, "due to the Regency I haven't been much active in the government."

"May I give you a advice your Majesty?" Countess Maria asked.

The Emperor looked intrigued, "yes?"

"Make sure to enjoy life even in office" Countess Maria said.

Adrian smiles, "I certainly will, Your Grace."

Maria then receives a message on her Phone, she looks at the Emperor, "Sorry your Majesty, I have a Important call to make... I'll be right back" said The Countess of De Kigen.

Adrian affirms with his head. He was nervous, now that he was gonna be forced to bear that painful environment alone.

"I'm sorry If I made you feel uncomfortable your Majesty" Said Countess Marzia.

"There's no problem, Your Grace," he says, still apparently nervous, and smiling.

"Do you have A Garden your Majesty ?" Marzia Aksed.

"This palace has beautiful garden grounds," he replied, "I remember I used to explore them when I was little."

"I love Gardening... It's relaxing" Said Marzia.

"Never tried. But I have good memories of them," he smiles.

"Maybe we should have a walk in the gardens ?" asked hesitantly Marzia.

Adrian finishes his meal and looks at her, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "yes, yes we should. Guards!"

Two imperial royal guards bowed before the Emperor of Logar, "take us to the garden grounds of the palace."

The Emperor gets up and offer his hand for her to hold.

Marzia holds the hand of the Emperor, whilst they are walking towards the gardens she says "I love Astronomy..."

"It's fascinant indeed," he says as they walk. The two guards behind them walking slowly.

Marzia looks behind her and asks, "Are they always following you?"

"I am the Emperor, they must," he replies and then laughs.

"Even when your flirting with a Mademoiselle?" Marzia Aksed.

"They aren't authorized to talk, and it's easy to know when one of them leaked information, so everything is good," Adrian said in a trustful tone. He really had as much confidence on his guard as he had on his uncle, the Regent.

Marzia nodded, looks again behind her and then kisses the Emperor on his cheek. She then sees the Gardens and says "They are truly beautiful".

"Will the Korai talk about what just happened ?" Asks Marzia whilst laughing.

"They are under my sole control," he laughs.

"I'll still be arround Logar for a few days..." said Marzia.

"I'll be more than happy to designate a residence for you," he said smiling, "if you wish to."

"Maybe in your Palace ?" Marzia asked whilst smiling.

"Unfortunately, no," he said hesitantly, "but sure something near it."

"That will be sufficient, thank you your Majesty" Marzia said.

"Good," he said and laughed.

The Two remained in the gardens until late in the night. It was 2:00AM when Yazov and Van De Kigens departed back to their Hotel in Villanova.

To be continued...

[Logar]

In the Idenburg manor, the "headquarters" of the House of Idenburg, reigning house of the Empire of Logar since its foundation, the entire House met under a special meeting convoked by Emperor Adrian under the influence of the Prince Regent, Edward, Duke of Highwaters. They were transported from throughout Logar by airplanes to Villanova, and were transported by black government cars heavily guarded by the police forces in a line to the manor. As they arrived, a small multitude of Logarians were given permission to gather at the manor gates to receive their loved ruling family; the cars weren't gave permission to stop, but the royals greeted them from within their vehicles.

At the front doors, there was a two lines of five imperial royal guards to receive them alongside Secretary of the Palace John Capri and the family butler. "Greetings," Capri said as the Emperor's relatives quitted the cars and walked towards the doors, greeting the secretary and the butler. The media was covering their entrance, after all it was a long time ago all the Idenburgs really met up for such an important subject no one really knew except them.

In the living room, there was arranged a bunch of chairs around a rectangular table so that the family could accommodate, and have their discussions settled. Against the will of Prince Evans, Peter Idenburg, "the gay Idenburg" who renounced his titles, brought his spouse to the meeting since technically he's part of the family through marriage, which Emperor Adrian encouraged. Adrian's chair resembled a throne, and was the tallest of them all, while his mother received a chair taller than the others but lesser than the Emperor's. The room was guarded by imperial royal guards scattered equally near the walls, having two guarding each doors of the living room. Windows were closed and the environment well lit.

Once they're all sat, Prince Regent Edward was given the word by Adrian: "Good morning to all of you," the prince regent said, "today is an important day, because we're here to discuss the future of the Logarian monarch in relation to others worldwide."

"Marriage?" Prince Daemus asked from his chair. "Yes," Edward answered. The prince regent took his briefcase on the table, and from it took a file.

"We have the following option for Adrian," he began, "Countess Marzia Van De Kigen, from Matsrakia." And the entire family suddenly started looking at each other in confusion.

"We also need to discuss who Evans will marry," the Empress Dowager said, attracting the attention of Edward. "Yes, mom. We already have an option for him," Edward answered.

"Marzia is good person," Adrian said, "a bit off, but I think she was just nervous."

"Oh, and I almost forgot," Edward says as he checks the file again, "there's also the Furbish royal — Fleurette van Orange-Nassau." All the Idenburgs, and even Adrian, loudly laugh.

"I didn't see that coming," the Empress Dowager says between laughs, as she uses a white cloth to wipe her tears of laughter, "just take Marzia, son."

"The poor Furbish royal," Adrian says as he giggles with his relatives, "I want Marzia, yes."

"I'll have the marriage proposal sent personally to her, and she'll decide," Edward said and Adrian agreed, as others did.

A group of butlers arrived at the room carrying the ruling house's meal while they were all there. All Logarian native dishes. The Emperor was the first to receive his food as of tradition while the others received after him.

"Boy, where's the cheese?" the Empress Dowager asked a young butler. "They'll be served later, Your Imperial Highness."

"I want it now," she said. "Empress Dowager-" he was interrupted by Adrian:

"My mother wants the cheese now: She'll have the cheese now," he said in a crude tone, "when did our servants began questioning our orders?"

They laughed at what Adrian said. The cheese so much waited by Empress Dowager Lisa arrived a short amount of moments later, and the young butler disappeared.

"My dear Edward, what's the option Evans have?" the Empress asked the Prince Regent as she ate. "Princess Janette, of Greater Niagara," he answered.

"Wonderful!" she exclaimed, "the future of our house is on their hands." And she smiled to both Adrian and Evans.

"And also our young, beautiful Mary and the courageous Yuki," Empress Lisa said while smiling tenderly to both.

"Did the girl already received the proposal?" Lisa asked, questioning about Janette. "Yes, my mother," Edward answered, "I already ordered the marriages to be prepared at the Cathedral of Villanova."

"The first marriages of royals in the Imperial Church," Adrian said almost laughing, "wonderful." He said in a joke voice.

"Where's this Empire walking towards?" Evans asks and everyone laughs.

The Idenburgs spend a little more time talking about the marriages; the Emperor's should occur first, and in the Imperial Church, not a foreign one. Prince Evans, Duke of Highgarden's marriage was to occur after his cousin's marriage, and in whatever church Greater Niagara decides is the better for the couple. During it, they also remembered the suggestion of a Furbish royal to marry the Logarian monarch, and again they fell in laugh. It was impossible for them to even imagine this happening. Because Emperor Adrian didn't want them to make long trips back to their homes so soon after just a simple meeting, residences in the capital were designated to them to stay for the week; the manor was reserved for the Empress and Edward's family already.

When the meeting had its end at afternoon, their vehicles transported them to their residences. Edward went to the Imperial Palace of Villanova with Capri and Adrian stayed with his mother. Arriving at the Palace, Prince Edward ordered two very detailed marriage proposals to be written by the Secretary of the Palace, who made sure to send the letters under total discretion to Countess Marzia about Adrian and to Princess Jeanette about Prince Evans. No date was established due to it being a simple proposal while the preparations were being precociously ready by the House of Idenburg in the Cathedral of Villanova.

[Celtterra]

The Foreign Legations, Prennus
12:05 P.M., October 3, 2021 A.D.

The war room was filled with the top officers of the third corps. The Unchel Brennus stood in-front of them and began to speak.

“As you all know there is a strong likelihood that this Union army that was reported on the 26th of September is heading towards our general area. I want more men to build-up our defenses,” The Unchel Brennus ordered, “understood?”

“Yes Sir,” all of the officers stated.

“Good,” the Unchel Brennus stated.

They saluted their High King, who saluted them back.


12:02 A.M., October 6, 2021 A.D.

The power has went out, with the coms team and the guards noticing it first. One of the com officers quickly sent a messenger to inform the Unchel Brennus and another to inform General S.C. Scoggins. The messenger to the Unchel Brennus knocked on the door loundly, hoping to wake him up. No response. The Soldier opened the door and yelled for the Unchel Brennus.

“Sir,” exclaimed the soldier as loud as he could.

The Unchel Brennus got up and looked at the soldier, before asking in a tired voice, “what is it?”

“All powers has been shut off.”

The Unchel Brennus realized, after a few seconds what might be happening. He then got up and put his uniform on over his t-shirt and shorts.

“Prepare to bring all civilians inside,” he ordered, “quickly.”

The soldier saluted and ran to the officers and guards to relay the orders. The Unchel Brennus grabbed the binoculars and looked out of the window, to see what looks to be soldier lining up around the city. He then quickly ran to the coms and asked what happened. When asked what of all other devices, he was told that none of them worked.

“Do you think it was an emp,” asked the Unchel Brennus to one of the com officers.

“May have been,” replied the soldiers, “it is the only thing that I can think of.”

The Unchel Brennus turned to another officer and told him to tell the cavalry to go ahead and evacuate the civilians, then to inform the Green and Purple Berets to set and arm the traps once the civilians have been evacuated.

The cavalry then rode out to evacuate all civilians, starting with those on the outer-most part of the city and going in. By 1:05 A.M., the first shots were fired by the Unionists, firing at the outer-defensive wall. The Confederates returned fire, with Confederate snipers firing on the roof-tops.

By 2:02 A.M., the civilians was all inside of the Fluvannian Legation, which was all given to them. Shelling from both sides began at 3:00 A.M., with Confederate artillery taking out some of their artillery, while the Union Artillery attempted to rid the barricades and outer-walls.

“We need to get word to the first corps, then to the rest of the army,” the Unchel Brennus thought, “I am positive that the Constitutional Convention will not realize that I am under-siege themselves, since I told them that I will write my proposal, while they helped focus on governing the nation since I have to focus on this war.”

The Unchel Brennus went to his desk and grabbed one of many empty journals that he brought with him, mainly in-case if he needed one or any. He began to write letters to Lady Duwarth, to Lady Dianna, to Lady Beinnard, to Captain Ahearn, to Miss Droit, and to Doctor Finley.

“I probably should go ahead and do this. They would be quite mad at me if I didn’t,” he thought.

[Vostochnyye Ravniny]

The Federated Grand-Duchy of Matsrakia,
Amsterdam: Central Park
07-10-2021, 14:00

The park was full of people, children laughter could be heard, the birds were singing, everyone were having a great day. The sky was clear: a sky colored by a clear blue... in a small cafe of the central park, ITS Director & Countess of De Kigen: Maria Dimitrovich Van De Kigen, sat there: on her chair, in front of a table, drinking his coffee, quietly...

a Male's voice would interupt this peacefull environement:

????:"Maria"

The Countess took a sip of her coffee before responding.

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "Father, please join me".

The male was the Father of Maria: Marshall of the Soviet Union & former Premier Dmitry Yazov, he sat down on the chair in front of Maria.

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "What a beautiful day isn't it ?"

whilst looking at her father, Maria responded

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "Your Grandaughter, Marzia, received a proposition from the Logarian Crown"

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "What's the proposition ?"

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "A wedding proposal from the Emperor"

The Marshall took a papyros & a lighter from his pocket and started smoking whilst responding:

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "She made a effect on the Emperor it seems" laughs

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "I believe so... but I'm concerned about the Emperor's health"

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "Did the KGB or the ITS Investigated further after the Officer's message ?"

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "No... and we don't plan so: our ressources are concentrated on finding who breached Citadel 34 and I think the KGB ressources are being used to supply the guerilleiros in Niagara"

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "Royalists, not guerilleiros"

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "Anyway, Marzia accepted and at the time were speaking she's already on a plane and headed towards Vilanova"

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "Talking about Vilanova, what was the outcome of the meeting ?"

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "They went well... so what's next ?"

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "I'll be headed to fight one of my last wars Maria"

The Countess nodded

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "The Niagaran Civil War ?"

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "I was nominated by the Red Army as the Supreme Commander of the Theater"

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "Before you head off... I have something to announce you..."

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "What it is my Tsvetok ?"

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "I'm pregnant"

The Marshall nodded

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "Larsen ?"

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "He demmanded the Divorce after I announced this to him"

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "Who's the Father ?"

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "The Grand-Duke..."

The Marshall nodded, he thought to himself: Motherf*cker

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "No one can be aware of your pregnancy... The Matsrakian Constitution bans Adultery, if someone finds this out: he will be forced to abdicate... what about Larsen ?"

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "The MSSB and CSSB will talk to him..."

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "Why is the CSSB involved ?!"

ITS Director Countess Maria Van De Kigen: "He moved out to Cazdia..."

Marshall Dmitry Yazov: "I'll have a chat with him... he cannot divorce you, neither leave you..."

The Marshall gets up and leaves the park in a hurry, leaving a crying Countess at the table... Trouble times are ahead, at least for some...

[Attancia]

To the United Nations of Kagu,

We confidently inform you that Attancia is a PEE state and an enthusiastic participator in CBT. The United Kagian Nations has never shown any ounce of respect to Attancia, bar this back-tracking letter, and has only sought to take the role you accuse Dunferm of having: a puppeteer, the supposed protector of Kagu. To back up this claim, we must re-surface previous altercations:

-Attempting to seize the Attancian strait;
-Sending military vessels around Attancia;
-Manufacturing pornography of world leaders;
-Trapping the Furbish Ambassador in a train with only a single guard;
-Attempting to coerce the Dodo Republic into a destructive alliance;

These are only a few of the public offences committed by the UKN. Simply the first is enough to warrant total distrust.

Conclusively, Attancian sanctions will not be lifted and no further diplomatic contact with the UNK shall be brought forward.

In addition, we would advise caution when tangling with signatories of the CBT and members of PEE. As nations we are obligated to fight eternally for freedom, justice, and rights, all things that are suppressed in the UKN. Resultingly, tolerance towards infringements is specifically low.

Goodbye.
Valerius Miele, Minister of Foreign Affairs
Attancian Government

[Celtterra]

The War-room, Logarian Legation
9:05 A.M., October 8, 2021 A.D.

“How many soldiers do they have,” asked the Unchel Brennus.

“We believe they have around 200,000 soldiers,” replied the General S.C. Scoggins, “They all seem to have older equipment.”

“Could be sally out some of our men and attack them?”

“No, they are blockading us and have trenches for their defenses. Most likely they will do some probing attacks until they believe they are strong enough or we are weak enough for them to attack.”

“Can we send out some men to destroy their artillery and ammunition?”

“The Green Berets should be able to do that.”

“Good, we will send them out and attempt to blow up their artillery and ammunition. Dismissed.”

All of the officers saluted the Unchel Brennus before leaving.


Prennus
10:50 P.M., October 8, 2021 A.D.

The section of Green Berets in the first corps exited the legations and sneaked out of the city. After that, they split into their five squads. They set charges at all five artillery positions, allowing enough time to get out of there. They were back in the city, when the charges went off.


7:00 A.M., October 9, 2021 A.D.

Artillery fire began again, this time with less shells. The Unchel Brennus congratulated the men, with Al Woods painting them afterward.

[Logar]

At exactly 11:00 AM, all Logarian television broadcasts were interrupted by that of the Logarian Broadcast Service, the LBS. Emperor Adrian was sat on the Golden Throne looking directly at the cameras with an adorable smile, that hides his malignancy as Emperor of Logar and maintainer of the House of Idenburg's secrets. Dressed gloriously in traditional dark red, black robes with golden details, he wears the Imperial Crown of Logar while in the ceremonial guard of six imperial royal guards that could be seen by the millions of viewers.

"Citizens of Logar, my beloved people. A day ago, two teenagers were sentenced death for their crimes; they betrayed the trust of one of their brother by nation, violated the sacred innocence of that boy and ruthlessly ended his life. Justice will be made tomorrow, and I know you are willing to see them pay the price for their lack of nationality, and discipline, and that's why all of you manifested in favor of their fate. But unfortunately, several progressist businesses of the Furbish Islands, because of this non-arbitrary decision that took months to be established by popular court, refused to endure our thorium research endeavor. Shame shall lay on them, their history and their future, for weeping over the lives of those who killed, in all possible sense, a young, promising boy that had a future ahead. The Spirits of Winter shall have mercy, and good will in that boy whose dreams were dreadfully taken from him, and may their wrath fall on the perpetrators' family names, and on their sinful souls, they shall feel the burning of hell. Good morning."

Normal broadcasting is retrieved and this post is not fucking canon lmao.

[Vostochnyye Ravniny]

Operation Poseidon
09-10-2021

Somewhere, near the FI Territorial Waters

The Premier contracted the Wagner Mercenary Group to conduct a shipment of 4.5K Inafantry Weapons: this shipment was destined to the Frubishmen Rebells. The Wagner Mercs' quickly assembled a Transport Fleet of 15 Fishing Boats and departed from the Greater Niagaran Victoria port in the morning of October 8th. The fleet made-out to the Rendez-vous point by the night of October 9th.

On Board of the Admiral Vessel of Wagner's Fleet, were present the Commanding officer 'PCO Gen. Yuri Karkaev' and the KGB Black Ops Supervisor 'agent 40'. The PCO was looking at the vessel's radar, looking for radar blips on the screen. He Sighed and said 'It seems that our friends are following the instructions...', suddenly a sailor comes in from the deck and says: 'They are here'.

The PCO went outside, on the deck, and saw the 15 Lights of the Furbishmen Fishing Vessels in the dark of the night. The PCO ordered the crew to prepare for the Transfer.

In less than 50 Minutes, the Weapons crates were transfered from the Wagner Vessels to the FI Rebell ones. Towards the end, The Rebells then transfered 4 Crates full of Gold, worth at least 500.000.000VRDs in total, to the Admiral Vessel. 10 Minutes after, every ship dispersed: some Wagner ships were ordered to return to Victoria, but the Admiral Vessel and a escort of 7 Ships were ordered to navigate towards a remote Fishing Village of Kraczovian Archipelago.

To be continued...

[Furbish Islands]

Suburbs of San Pedro
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Afternoon, Saturday, 2 October 2021

As the meeting ended, Hidalgo walked into the room where money was stored, showing an ID to a guard who let him in. He was ordered to take three hundred thousand guilders in bribes, but he quickly grabbed a case with five hundred thousand guilders of cash, depriving the party of cash that it needed. He already had excuses if asked, either he misremembered or needed more to pay off in bribes to his contacts. Hidalgo in fact had no contacts in the government, outside the FSS, being a spy in the agency. He and fellow agents made them up, using them to gain the trust of and infiltrate the party.

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Andrea’s Reſtaurant and Pub, San Pedro
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Eveniŋ, Saturday, 2 October 2021

Bondt walked back to his car, hiding the briefcase inside a hidden and locked compartment below his seat. He would hand it all over the FSS later that night. They had all the details of a planned coup, and not only that, but Hidalgo told them to seek Vostonian assistance, which will expose them as state supporters of terrorism, but only if the FSS leaves enough time for support to arrive.

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Villanova Airport
Empire of Logar
Noon, Monday, 4 October 2021

Hidalgo, Stainach, and a bodyguard took a connecting ISVATE flight, first from San Pedro to Boſton, then to Villanova, Logar, to meet with their Vostonian contacts. What Stainach did not know was that James Bondt followed them closely, and sat in the seat behind them on their flights, recording their conversations, while at the same time making sure they do not get apprehended by security forces not informed of the operation.

---

Coaſt of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Niȝt, Saturday, 9 October 2021

The Furbish and Vostonian boats went their separate ways after the quick exchange. Further away, a small Furbish Navy fleet was assembled, keeping track of the Vostonian boats, blow them out of the water if they go anywhere except outside Furbish waters. The Furbish boats, meanwhile headed to the nearest coast guard base, where the guns would be studied, potentially reverse engineered, then put into storage or melted down for scrap metal. The boats were from the Gendarmerie, sent by FSS agents that infiltrated the Furbish Patriotic Party, while the agents said the shipment would arrive several days later, after the planned raid on the FPP’s compound.

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Suburbs of San Pedro
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Afternoon, Monday, 11 October 2021

Standing in front of the entrance to the compound, and holding a concealed handgun, the guard watched closely, making sure no person enters without his permission. The day seemed normal, until an unfamiliar man wearing a suit showed up. “He’s here.” he thought, knowing he was to alert his boss about any bureaucrat showing up at the door, usually a tax collector or FSA agent investigating a tip. However, the man pulled out his badge.

“I’m Bondt, James Bondt.” he said.

The guard was a fellow FSS agent, told the plan before, and after saluting Bondt he entered the combination, allowing Bondt to come in after he scanned an ID, which belonged to Juan Manual Hidalgo, another FSS agent who infiltrated the leadership. Bondt then navigated through the corridors, entering combinations he was told by Hidalgo as he walked past doors that needed them.

“There is a problem.” said Jairo Morterero, one of the people in the security room, over an encrypted radio.

“What is this.” replied Rolf Stainach from the commanders’ room.

“Says the guard let in Juan Manuel Hidalgo, who is already here.” said Morterero.

“I will investigate this myself. Don’t send anyone to help.” immediately said Hidalgo, who was sitting next to Stainach. He was gone from the room before anyone could react.

“Well then. As we were saying…” Stainach began.

Hidalgo walked to the security room, arriving at the same time as Bondt. “You’re late. How was Logar?” Hidalgo asked.

“Perfect. Adrian didn’t believe our documents, arrested that idiot Capri and will replace him with someone who has less of a spine, sent me home on a budget airline, but after today no one will care unless you have a negative IQ, I mean being from Kagu or Logar.” said Bondt, as he grabbed his gun from his pocket. Hidalgo entered a combination, scanning his fingerprint and ID, and as the door opened he grabbed his own gun, and the two entered.

Morterero carefully watched the video feed. He noticed Hidalgo walking the security room, while his impersonator also seemed to make his way to the room. He clutched his radio, as he saw the two men meet in front of the room, then the real Hidalgo entering the combination. Before he was able to react, he heard Hidalgo shout “EVERYONE FREEZE!”

The room all froze as they turned to Bondt and Hidalgo. “Put the phone down, everyone put your hands up!” Hidalgo shouted. He looked at someone attempting to turn on the radio, and shot him. A few more tried to fight, and were shot. Hidalgo locked the door behind him. Bondt and Morterero looked at each other. Morterero looked around, seeing he was the only one left alive. He looked at his radio which he threw in front, and carefully moved his hand to the gun at his side.

“What the fuck is going on?” Morterero said.

“Do as we say or you’ll be shot.” said Hidalgo.

“And throw your gun away.” said the impersonator. Morterero threw his gun to the floor.

“Everything is taken care of.” said Hidalgo into his radio. After hearing confirmation from the rest of the commanders saying they understood, Hidalgo turned to Bondt and said “Tie this clown to the chair. Only one of the commanders can unlock this with a special key, so we’re safe until they figure out.”

“Very well.” said Bondt as he handcuffed Morterero. “How many more of our men are in here?”

“Just us and that guard.” said Hidalgo. He looked through the screens, then his phone.

Lieutenant Nicole Ramos, the second in command of the San Pedro Gendarmerie, drove the armored truck ahead of a small convoy, with Jose Carlos Rivera, the San Pedro FSA director in the passenger seat. As usual any time a Gendarmerie truck drives by, many people try to catch a glimpse, even though they knew they were not a good sight. The trucks traveled around the city streets, taking a seemingly random path so no one could try to figure out where they were going, especially the target which likely expects a Gendarmerie raid at any moment. Rivera looked at his phone, then said “Finally got their shit together. Let’s go straight to the compound.”

“What the fuck took them so long.” thought Ramos, as she turned to another street, away from the compound they were about to raid, but knowing to head in the direction soon.

About ten minutes later, Bondt noticed an armored truck showing up near the main entrance, and some showing up around other parts of the building. He pointed them to Hidalgo, who nodded. Bondt picked up the intercom and said “Attention, we are undergoing a routine test of the alarm system. If you hear the alarm, please ignore it.”

At the same time, Stainach kept saying “Juan where the fuck are you?” over Hidalgo’s radio, which he ignored. It would not matter, as Hidalgo sent another code word on his phone, and within seconds, he saw how gendarmes exited all trucks, blew open windows in all but the main entrance and rushed inside. He and Bondt then went around and turned off alarms. At the main entrance, the guard simply opened the door for the gendarmes.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” screamed Stainach into the radio, still unable to get Hidalgo’s attention, hiding in the meeting room behind a door.

“That motherfucker sold us out.” Benjiman Duncan, “Grab your gun and kill as many feds as you can.”

The door burst open at that moment, from small explosives placed by the Gendarmerie, then a flash bang grenade exploded near the center of the room. The people all tried to take shots, mostly missing as they were disoriented. Stainach managed to regain his senses quickly, then pulled out his gun and took an aim. A gendarme took a shot at Stainach, hitting him in the head but not knocking him out. Feeling a searing pain in his head. Stainach tried to fire, missing all of his shots, and barely able to sense his surroundings. He vaguely saw others throwing their guns down as he fired more, until his gun was out. He tried to grab anything in the vicinity, another gun thrown by someone else, but he was not aware of a gendarme pointing his own gun. Before Stainach took another shot, all went dark.

“The building is all clear.” said a gendarme to Ramos, as they stood in the now empty building near the security room. Bondt and Hidalgo walked out of the room at that moment, with their prisoner.

“I apologize for being late.” said Bondt, “I learned yesterday that backbones are among the things illegal in Logar.”

“What the hell even is legal there.” Ramos sighed.

“Corruption if you suck the emperor’s dick and murder if you don’t, apparently.” said Bondt.

“Ah, Logar. That place honestly sounds like a joke 17 year old me would come up with in a roleplaying forum to show everyone how cool and funny I am for killing as much people as I can.” said Rivera, and everyone around laughed. “This would be funny if not for the human rights abuses there.” Rivera said.

“I will say though, they’re letting me get rich off my Nieuwe Maasland Energie stock.” said Hidalgo, “After their CEO straight up told Edward to go fuck himself.”

“If only Hutters has a spine like that guy has.” said Bondt.

“Don’t remind me. I have to deal with him and the rest of the National Aſſembly tomorrow.” said Ramos.

“My condolences.” said Hidalgo.

---

FBC Studio, Boſton
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Eveniŋ, Monday, 11 October 2021

During his nightly news broadcast, Phillipe Chaufourier said “As a result of this insult on Saturday, Nieuwe Maasland Energie stock values shot up over 30% today, and are likely to shoot up more. In the afternoon, the Federal Security Agency, Furbish Secret Service, and Gendarmerie announced they foiled a coup attempted by the Furbiſh Patriotic Party, or FPP, in a joint operation. The FPP started off as an extreme right wing party, which previously broke off from Alternative for Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands over conflicts in their views. It has come under FSA investigation for criminal activity as they were attempting a coup. This coup also received backing and weapons from the United Nations of Kagu, who also said they wanted to assassinate Deputy Hutters. More information and evidence will be given by officials in a hearing by a joint session of the Senate and National Aſſembly at noon tomorrow.”

[Logar]

[Greater Niagara]

Collaboration with Vostochnyye Ravniny

September 26

Eastminster Palace
Victoria

9:00 AM

NRF Lieutenant General Daniel Makeson, sat inside a tank, with the gun aimed at the Houses of Parliament, which had been turned into a HQ for Royalist and Vostonian forces.

"Open fire!" he yelled out, and 24 MBTs opened fire on the Palace defences.

The Section Commander saw the line of 24 MBTs of the NRF and took a deep breath and demanded on radio: "Lunch the Saturation Strike, I want the Red Army Flag Raised by 1:00PM".

A Discreet Roger was heard in response. Meanwhile back at the Harbor, 10 TOS-1 Self-propelled rocket launchers started firing their ordonances: Napalm and High-Explosives Rockets.

The Section Commander awaited for the Smoke to clear off and on his radio said, "For God, for the Motherland... SECTION ! CHARGE!"

4 Columns of Infantry hiding behind their IFVs and the T-90Us at the front of the columns started advancing towards the Parliament. A Massive "URAAAAAAH" could be heard all along.

The NRF forces, devastated by the Napalm strike and the battle cry of the Vostonians, slows down, but then several tanks charge forward in a desperate suicide attack, anti-infantry guns blazing.

The Section Commander ordered the Infantry to enter in the adjacent buildings and start firing their RPG-7s, the 4 T90Us and the 4 BMP-2Ms start firing at the Incoming NRF Tanks.

The Section Commander takes his radio and transmits: "WHERE THE F*CK IS OUR AVAIATION?! I NEED A 30MM BARAGE ASAP ON MY POSITION".

"This is Control, commander we have 4 MiG-27MX headed your way".

The Planes Arrive and started guns rums to destroy the NRF Armor.

The tanks keep charging forward, with no regard for their lives or the lives for any civilians who were unfortunate enough to be in the way.

Several Niagaran officers set up a C-RAM originally intended for AA fire into an anti-tank gun, hundreds of rounds piercing the armour of the tanks.

Before the C-RAM was able to fire, the 2nd wave of Air Strikes had begun: 3 SU-34 unleashed hell on the sector. The Area became silent for 30 seconds: the Air Strike was heavy.

A Soldier on a balcony, ready to fire his RPG-7, on the 4th Floor on a nearby building was seeing the scene with confusion: 'Did we get them ?' he thought to himself.

The area is silent, save for the sound of fire and smoke. All the tanks that were attacking were destroyed, reduced to smouldering wrecks and scrap metal.

Niagaran soldiers begin searching through the wreckage for survivors.

"Looks like we got 'em all," one of the soldiers yelled out.

"I sense Trouble..." a Lieutenant of the Red Army said whilst looking the scene from a rooftop of a nearby building.

Suddenly, 12 F-14s appear out of the sky, strafing the Royalists with bullet fire.

Everyone runned into the buildings. We could hear a private of the Red Army shout "Where's the Bloody Air Force?!"

Meanwhile in the Skies...

The KAF I. Kagian Expeditionary Force Air Superiority Bataillon was on patrol already engaging the Republican elements.

The Squadron was composed of 20 Sukhoi SU-35S. The Bataillon Leader was Cap. Leo Von Volseage, the Prince & Heir of the Kingdom of Volseage. He was nicknamed as 'The Prince of the Skies' by his Superiors: he was an Ace of the KAF, he scored 12 Kills in his career...

Him and his wingman make a sharp turn to their left and, at full power and only by themselves, went in... 2 SU-35S against 12 Republican F14s...

The Prince locks 2 F14 with his Radar and Fire the 2 R-37 Hypersonic Missiles against them...

Two of the NRF planes are blown out of the sky, debris raining down below.

Meanwhile, the other planes move in for attack, launching missiles at the SU-35s.

"Knyaz 1 you got a Boggey Zeroing on you" said the Wingman of the Prince, Knyaz 1, over the Radio.

The Prince waited for the F14 to get close and performed a Cobra, the SU-35S remained in a vertically position for 4 seconds, inside the Cockpit the 'OVER-G' alarm could be heard, as the F14 passes beneath the SU-35S, the Prince lowers down the nose of the Aircraft: now, the F14 was at gun range and right in front of the SU-35S's nose.

The Prince, fires his Canon: the F14 loses a part of it's left wing and starts spinning down to Earth.

"You could have done that sooner" the Wingman, Knyaz 2, said over the Radio.

"I want to understand the enemy" Knyaz 1 responded.

"Copy That King" Knyaz 2 responded.

On a Dark Tone, Knyaz 1 responded "Don't call me that".

"This is AWACS Kai, 3 went down there's still 9 to go" the AWACS Said over the Radio.

"We have a Problem: we don't have the necessary ordonances to Kill them all" Knyaz 2 responded.

"Knyaz 3, 4 and 5 are on their way: wait a little longer" The AWACS said.

Knyaz One and Two resumed their hunt, but Knyaz 1 noticed something odd on his radar, he then asks over the Radio "AWACS does the NRF have access to stealth aircrafts ?" whilst he climbed with his Wingman towards the Altitude of the U.F.O.

"We don't know if a Squadron of Niagaran Stealth Fighters joined the Rebellion" The AWACS said.

"Well it seems that they joined them" Knyaz 1 responded over the Radio whilst preparing for the engagement.

4 Republican NSF-20's break off from the main formation to go after the two SU-35's. Leading the way is Victor-4, a Niagaran ace with 8 kills to his name over his service.

"Alright boys let's kick these Vostonian b*stards asses!" He yells. His wingman cheer along with him.

"Who Dares Wins" Knyaz 1 said over the Radio.

The Two SU-35S climbed towards the enemy formation, we don't know if they were hopping that the rest of the Squadron would join them...

Knyaz 1 made a sharp turn on his left, climbed towards the enemy formation and placed himself behind a NSF-20. He Pushes his Throttle to 100%, he's now at gun range: he aligns himself and guns down a NSF-20.

The NSF-20 exploded in mid-air...

"Knyaz 1 scored a kill" Knyaz 2 Transmitted over the Radio.

Victor-6 is down! Yells a voice over the radio. Victor-5 grunts a response. Spinning around, he maneuvers towards the one who killed him. "I'm gonna kill you for that," he mutters.

"Knyaz 1... I think you're about to have your 17th Victory" Knyaz 2 said Whilst Laughing.

"Knyaz 2, cover me" Knyaz 1 said over the Radio.

Knyaz 1 deployed Flares and spireled down towards the Ground, the Over-G alert could be heard. The SU-35S was Flying towards the Victoria Harbour at low-altitude and high-speed, doing his best to avoid the Artillery Shells going up the sky.

Knowing the Enemy aircraft his behind him, Knyaz 1 Pulls a Cobra, the NSF-20 passes by him and now the Hunted became the Hunter...

"Dammit!" Victor-5 grunts. Pulling down, he begins a dive down in attempting to pull away from Knyaz-1. Suddenly, he turns to his right, loops back up, and fires upon the SU-35, but misses.

Knyaz 1 dives down on him shilst making a sharp turn on the left, "Not Bad" he thought to himself.

"This is AWACS Kai, Knyaz 3,4 and 5 engaged the remaining and F14... Knyaz 1 hold a little longer..."

Knyaz 1 locks the NSF-20 on his radar and said over the Radio: "It's time to end your career" and fires the R-37 Supersonic Missile.

Victor-5 is hit on the port wing, which bursts off in flames, going down, he launches his ejector seat a millisecond before the whole plane blows up, sending him down to the surface with a parachute.

Knyaz 1 passes by him and salutes him with a hand gesture, seconds after His SU-35S climbs towards the rest of his Squadron.

"Knyaz 1 Scored a Kill" The AWACS Said over the Radio.

----

After this air battle, total Air Superiority over Victoria was achieved, and the area surrounding the Houses of Parliament were secured.

[Furbish Islands]

Houſe of ðe National Aſſembly
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Morniŋ, Tueſday, 12 October 2021

National Aſſembly Preſident Andrea Olſen slammed her gavel, turning the speaker louder so all could here. This was a special occasion, a joint session between the National Aſſembly and Senate, to for a hearing with several Furbish intelligence officials to discuss the recent raid on a group that attempted a coup on the Furbish government, with foreign support. They met in the National Assembly’s chamber, with the senators sitting on the second level behind the deputies, on seats built for occasions like it. The former stadtholders sat in the front of the second level seats with the Senate presidents. The current stadtholder, Adjoa Iſamaan, sat in the middle of the front row. Below, the deputies sat in their usual seats. The cabinet sat on the front row on the right, the Progreſſive Union lead shadow cabinet sat at the front row on the left, and AFÐFI’s shadow cabinet sat on several rows near the front at the very left. Over to one and a half thousand people were in the room, including interpreters who sat in soundproof glass rooms overlooking the floor, and the press who were in separate rooms with cameras overlooking the floor. They all quieted down upon hearing the gavel.

“Today we begin a joint session of the National Aſſembly and Senate of Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands, for a hearing by–” Olſen began, before being interrupted by the door opening. She paused for a moment, thinking a deputy was late, as no one else could have gotten past security. The sergeant at arms stood at the door with several FSA agents. Many more were outside the chamber and building. Security was much tighter than usual, even for joint sessions, due to the topic of the meeting.

“Sorry I am late, I biked here.” said Floris Hutters, a deputy representing the city of Bolsrade, the leader of the classical liberal Liberal Union, and the Deputy Prime Miniſter of Foreign Affairs, as he ran in, holding a briefcase. Some in the room laughed, expecting this of Hutters, as he took his seat towards the front.

“I thought you were the Nieuwe Maasland bicycling champion.” said Prime Miniſter Arthur Trudeau, who sat next to Hutters.

“The press was there and I need campaign posters.” said Hutters. Trudeau laughed.

“We will now have our guests introduce themselves.” Olſen continued.

“I am Francis Wyman, director of the Furbish Secret Service.” said the first.

“I am Lieutenant Nicole Ramos, the second in command of the Gendarmerie in the San Pedro City-Province. I lead the raid into their compound.” said the second.

“I am Director Jose Carlos Rivera, commander of the FSA in the San Pedro City-Province. I am in charge of the investigation of the Furbiſh Patriotic Party.” said the third.

“I am Godfrey Hanlin, former Furbiſh ambassador to the Eastern Federation, now United Nations of Kagu, until the embassy was evacuated last June.” said the fourth.

“I am Doctor Robbert-Jan Lomes, doctor and professor of political science and international relations at the Univerſity of Boſton, and adviser to several officials in the Liberal Union.” said the fifth.

“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen of Parliament and The Furbish Islands. As you know, a coup by an extreme right wing organization known as the Furbish Patriotic Party was foiled by a combined FSA, FSS, and Gendarmerie operation. Madam Preſident, there is no better way to start this hearing than to show the video taken of the meeting in Logar and correspondences with both.” said Wyman.

“The video will now be displayed.” said Olſen. With the press of a button, a giant screen was lowered from the ceiling.

“This video was recorded by hidden cameras on one of our agents who infiltrated Furbish Patriotic Part leadership. His voice has been distorted to protect his identity. Next to him is Rolf Stainach, one of their other leaders, who was shot dead during the Gendarmerie raid. The last is a bodyguard, whose face was also blurred for privacy reasons. They are talking to KGB and ITS accountants.” said Wyman.

The video of the meeting was played in full. When Hutters’ assassination was mentioned, the focus shifted to him. “I am sorry to interrupt.” said Hutters, “But I’d love to see the Vostonians try come after me.”. Everyone laughed again, then the video continued. Letters were then displayed, read aloud by Wyman and translated by interpreters.

“We had some FSS agents infiltrate the FPP as the FSA was first given a warrant to investigate the group, and asked the FSS to join.” said Wyman, “As a raid was planned, the group planned a coup, with an FSS agent in the high command. An idea was floated around to get weapons from the United Nations of Kagu, leading to their meeting in Logar, and them dropping off weapons by fishing boats. This was three days ago. The Gendarmerie raided their compound yesterday, putting an end to the group.”

“As Director Wyman said, the UNK has not only offered guns, but tanks and mercenaries to this terrorist group.” said Lomes, “This is nothing less than an act of war and shall be dealt with as such. They condemn terrorism done on their soil but try to overthrow our government and say they want one of our leaders assassinated. And say they are the ones who always wanted peace and want to defend countries against our aggression.”

“What we are seeing is the continuation of a pattern in Kaguan history, first by Kerensky, then Yazov, now the Trudovniks.” said Hanlin, “Each one of them say they want peace, only to provoke more conflicts abroad. Yazov and Makarov said they will end the corruption of their predecessor, create reforms, then show themselves to be no better. For Makarov especially, let us not forget his support for the coup in Greater Niagara before the coup here.”

“Thank you Director Wyman, Doctor Lomes and Ambassador Hanlin.” said Olſen, “We will now be open to questions.”

“Lieutenant Ramos, or whoever was in charge of the weapons exchange, I am sure you were aware of the national security risk posed by boats from a hostile power in our waters?” asked a deputy.

“We were well aware, which is why the Navy had several ships in the area, ready to intervene if needed, and we kept track of the boats until they were far away from Furbish waters. These boats only managed to get this close because we let them get close and under any other circumstances they would have been driven away before the exchange was able to take place.” said Ramos.

Another deputy asked “How long as the FPP under investigation for, and when did they first suggest a coup and getting weapons from the UNK?”

“They were under investigation since not long after they broke off from AFÐFI.” said Rivera, “San Pedro police quickly received complaints about some of their activities including drug trafficking. The FSA was contacted, and later FSS as we learned of the scale of their operations. A coup was their goal since at least they were infiltrated, we believe it may have been their goal since their creation. During several meetings, Kaguan support was suggested, most recently in early October, which is when they agreed to send out that letter.”

“What would this mean for the future of relations with the UNK?” asked another deputy.

“For months different governments have been instigating conflicts across the world.” said Lomes, “I would recommend we give the new government a chance, but relations with them can only be restored if they offer an olive branch rather than continue their aggressive policies while claiming they want peace.”

“How likely do you think their new government will be different?” that deputy asked.

“Of course I feel this is possible.” said Lomes, “But more likely their government will continue the same policies. The senate dissolved the KGB, but not the ITS, which has the same people who offered support to the FPP and were willing to assassinate Deputy Hutters. The same ITS is now calling their former leaders terrorists. Some may argue the ITS were just following orders, but that would be just as concerning. Such complacency inevitably leads to tyranny.”. This was something known by not just all in the room but all Furbishmen, who following the second republic were wary of many republic policies, from the death penalty to linguistic standardization, and following orders without question. Jean de Flandre, a Gendarmerie captain who defied orders to continue throwing people in concentration camps, became a national hero for this action, and has a statue in the chamber. “Where was the Senate as the events of the last three months unfolded?” Lomes continued, “Where was everyone else, who are starting to speak up only as their support for a coup here was exposed, not even the Greater Naigaran coup? And their citizens seemed to support their government too. Let’s also not forget that the new government has yet to state its intention to remove their armed forces from Greater Niagara.”

“I should note that consistent policies is something never seen in the United Nations of Kagu.” Hanlin said, “They say they want peace while provoking conflicts. They tell us they oppose the death penalty after executing thousands, but when two Logarian boys were executed they condemn us for condemning the execution. The only consistent thing about them is the hunger for power.”

The next to speak was Hutters, asking, “So what do we know about my assassination plot, and whether they still want to go through with it?”

“As I have explained in the briefing that statement is all we know.” said Wyman, “The new government has yet to comment on that plan. And as I have also said then, if you wish to not be assassinated perhaps you can start by not offering Viagra to their officials and travel in more secure ways than by bicycle.”

“As I have told you then, this is giving me a good supply of campaign posters.” said Hutters. The entire room burst out laughing as Wyman shook his head.

“What do you recommend as the next course of action?” asked a senator.

“Offer a meeting, preferably without Deputy Hutters’ jokes.” said Lomes, “But at the same time the Protective and Economic Entente should be prepared to fight should it reach that point. And as I have said many times before, PEE membership should be offered to the Dodo Republic, as their interests align with those of the rest of PEE.”

“Are you not worried about the DR being a loose cannon, as many in this room have described?” asked a deputy.

“I am not, President Yuri and his government is different from Waldoon, and he has taken steps to reform the country and its officials.” said Lomes, “While not to the degree many would wish, they are no longer a loose cannon, and they know we will not come to their defense if they pick a fight. I would argue the only nation that is a cause for concern is Logar, which despite being a member of PEE and despite actions by the UNK have still kept closer ties. Their absolute monarchy and complete disregard for human rights, as seen last Sunday, for example, is incompatible with Furbish values. Our government must rethink this alliance.”