A nation of unbreakable will [MT:Closed]

[Syrakhstan]

The Sultaness was looking out her window as hordes of protestors surrounded the armed guards guarding the gates to palace. General Vahidi was standing quietly in the doorway "You allowed all this to happen, you know that right?" He said as he motioned towards the window. "Get out!" she screamed slamming her right fist on the higher pitched keys of the piano near the window. General Vahidi left quietly slowly closing the door behind him. As he entered the hallway he was greeted by foreign minister Al-Salehi "General you might want to take a look at this." The foreign minister showed the General to the waiting room for his office; where he turned on a television. "This is The People's Broadcasting Channel. I'm here in Asgabhad and if you take a look behind me you can see that there are just massive and I mean massive waves upon waves of protestors." The foreign minister looked at General Vahidi "It's on almost every international news station, imaginable. The Estovakian Federal News, The Kherkovian People's Broadcasting Channel, it's even on the damn Viperian Official State Announcement." General Vahidi snatched the remote from minister Al-Salehi's hands "Let me see that!" The general changed the channel "Yes, for the current time being the protests are peaceful. We've received word that the Sultaness has ordered that under no circumstances may the police and or military fire upon the protestors. However as the crowds of protestors grow larger only time will tell if that order stays true." General Vahidi scoffed at the news stations remark, then changed the channel "This is your eleven o'clock Viperian Official State Announcement. Rioting broke out in the capital city of Syrakhstan today, along with several of it's larger cities. The Ayatollah Mahdavi has been one of the main forces behind the protests. Continually questioning the current reining sultanness' regime. Come 2011 the Ayatollah forced himself into hiding out of fear he would be disposed of by the government." General Vahidi turned off the television.

"If we killed him, we would only be making him a hero." The sultaness said from the back of the room. General Vahidi slowly turned around the anger was visible in his face "What exactly do you suggest we do than?" The sultaness' face was devoid of emotion it was she knew whatever she did she was just buying time. "If we're unable to cut the head off the snake, then we must cut off its tail first then make our way up the spine." Foreign Minister Al-Salehi slightly smiled "Whip out his resources and smoke him out." The sultaness shook her head up and down slowly twice. Suddenly the sound of running footsteps could be heard coming down the hall the minister of Propaganda & Internal Affairs was sprinting down the hallway. General Vahidid looked at the minister "Ah Julius if you were a little better at your job we wouldn't be in this mess." Julius laughed "Careful what you say Vahidi you may just get stung by a bee without access to your epinephrine." General Vahidi's face went white, and he backed off. "Your highness may I please speak with you for a moment, in private." The sultaness gestured towards the foreign ministers' office "We're going to be using your office for a little bit Sushruth." Julius quickly closed the door, then opened the window. "Such simple things like keeping the windows open while under pressure let them know that you're in control not them. If the protests turn violent and they start throwing things at the palace simply make your way towards the inner palace. Now back to the matter at hand. I want you to be honest with me. Do you truly believe there is any way what so ever of preventing further escalation, or do you believe it will end up becoming a revolution." The sultaness was sitting on the foreign Minister's desk with her head pointed downward, she slowly raised it simply to answer "I think you and I both know the answer to that question."

Julius turned around facing the doorway, "In that case, since we're bound to have a new government within a matter of months do I have your permission to make their job a living hell?" The sultaness only slightly laughed, "and mine isn't?" Julius turned his head back at her. "You haven't seen anything yet."

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[Kherkov]

==Imperial Palace, Sarinsk, Kherkov==
The Emperor watched the report on the People's Broadcasting Channel. He saw the widespread riots. Walking out of the room, he went to the Trophy room. A tattered Syrakhstani Flag hung from one of the walls, taken from when Kherkov and Ashebourton invaded Syrakhstan. Standing for a moment, the Emperor then decided to call a meeting with the heads of the Imperial Court.
"These riots could prove very useful to us, don't you think?" The rest of the court nodded. "I agree, sir," replied the Propaganda Minister Albert Klug, "If this does, and very possibly could do, turn into a full scale revolution, then we-" He was interrupted by the Foreign Affairs Minister, Albrecht Faust. "We could create a pro-Kherkov government." The rest of the court agreed, muttering and nodding their heads. "Surely this could help that... idea of yours, sir?" Suggested the First Minister, William Halovan. "Indeed it could Halovan. That is why I called this meeting." replied the Emperor. "If we are to become militarily involved, support would be great sir. Mabye Leo X, Viperia and Villhurst could be dragged into this?" Suggested Fyodor Dimich, the Defence Secretary-Minister. "Of course, Dimich. And I need to speak with the Viperian Premier. There is much to discuss." And with that, the Emperor called an end to the meeting.
The Emperor sat down , and began the message.

The People's Empire of Kherkov
From the desk of the God-Emperor Zachary I, Lord of Kherkov and all its peoples.

To: Daniyel Viper, Premier of Viperia, overseer of the grand metropolis, and commander of the Viperian armed forces.
Encryption level: High
Greetings my old friend and ally,
Our idea that we had been developing before should begin to blossom. We should begin to discuss it further. I propose a meeting between us in Kaiserstadt, in three days. We can formulate a plan and execute it properly.
I look forward to your presence,
Emperor Zachary I.

[Viperia]

The Premieral Palace, Vipragrad, Viperia
The Premier readied himself in one of his private chambers. He deemed himself presentable, he had recently purchased a new suit, he quickly adjusted the premieral seal that was polished and buttoned to his pocket. “I’m ready Dimitri”, upon this command the Premier’s PA opened the doors to the balcony and the blinding sunlight shone in. The Premier emerged to huge crowds of screaming people, but they were unlike the protesters in Syrakhstan in that they were applauding and adoring this man. “My people! I look out upon our great nation this day and I look out also upon its great peoples, but too I think back to a time, not so long ago, when we were not great, nor even free. Exactly three decades ago, we were a broken people, the needs of the few ere outweighed by the needs of one, King Matthew II”, there was uproar from the crowd at the mention of the Viperian Anti-Christ, “please calm down, let me carry on, my point is that most of you here remember that time, and I tell you now that it is happening again! In Syrakhstan there are people who do not have their freedom! And who deserve it! And our government has taken the stance of supporting these, so called, rebels!”, again uproar broke out, but instead cheers of agreement and appreciation. The Premier returned to his room, pleased with the result, “Sir a letter from Kherkov”, “Give it Dimitri” Replied Viper snatching and reading the letter. “Dimitri, call me my jet, I must go to Kaiserstadt immediately, the Kherkovian-Viperian plan of some years now is finally getting underway. And the world with never be same again once it begins. Send a letter ahead of my departure.”

From the Premier of Viperia, Daniyel Viper
My friend, I am glad indeed that you have set the first cog of our grand scheme in motion, I will surely attend your meeting in Kaiserstadt where we can begin to place the other cogs in the almighty mechanism, I am leaving immediately and look forward to our meeting, I will be bringing my Consort Nataliya along and so I would be grateful if some activities and a room could be arranged for her.
Premier Daniyel Viper

[Estovakia 13]

Celebration of Victory in the War the engulfed the CWS. Our valiant soldiers march down on Red Square.


SOME LONG TIME LATER

Kremlin- Imperial Palace.

Czar Smirnov was in a meeting with the Marshals and the Generals under them along with the important Ministers. Czar Smirnov- Gentlemen we have a security risk to our south. Syrakhstan is in the precipice of a Revolution. If that happens who knows what the Government will be like. Marshal Zhukov of the Army- Your Highness the root of the problem is their religion on the fact that a female is in power. They are using the fact of them being on the loosing side of the war as fuel for the fires, so far its working. Right you are Marshal, I also see hints that other nations will take advantage of this. We must treed carefully now, who do we allied our self with. As it stand we are what left of the R.S.A. Everyone is to return to their positions and carried out your duties, Dismissed.

[Syrakhstan]

As the protests continued throughout the larger cities of Syrakhstan Ayatollah Mahdavi was standing on top a make shift platform enciting the masses with a riveting speech. "Generations of the Akir family have ruled Syrakhstan for more than six hundred years! They've always lived in a world apart from the people. They've been kept in power by the army and one of the world's largest police forces. They've ignored calls for democracy for generations! They've let the nation's vast oil wealth go only to the few! As if all of that wasn't enough - our current Sultaness finds it necessary to promote this barbarism!" The Ayatollah screamed as he pointed towards a cinema with a western dressed woman kissing a western dressed man. The crowds quickly went from pacifist to aggressive chanting "Death to the Sultaness!", some were even carrying banners of the Ayatollah.

Meanwhile the minister of internal affairs was inside the palace's atrium a hideaway away from the rallying masses. Where he was choosing his next move. "One big game of chess..." He said to himself looking at a snapdragon. He pulled out his phone "Why the hell wasn't this instituted earlier." He said to himself as he dialed a number "Yes, this is Julius Hamid Minister of Propaganda & Internal Affairs. Martial Law is now in affect, a nation wide curfew of eight o'clock is to be put in place. All public gatherings are hereby banned." There was a slight buffer over the phone, "No, it's probably smarter and safer for the military and police force to relay this message by helicopter if they show any signs of not cooperating feel free to drop tear gas grenades, and if that doesn't work. Well we'll get to that later." With that Julius ended the call and put his phone in his pocket and made his way toward the west wing of the palace.

Formations of helicopters took to the cities shining lights down on the protesters as the sun started to set. As a helicopter weaved through the skyscrapers of Asgabhad a police officer yelled through a megaphone down at the protesters "Martial law is now in affect, a nation wide curfew of eight o'clock post meridian has been put in place. Any and all public gatherings of more than fiver persons are hereby banned."

A protesting citizen throwing a tear gas grenade.

The police office looked back in the helicopter, looking Asgabhad's Police Chief in the eye "They're not dispersing sir, what do you want to do?" The police chief look at his watch, "It's seven twenty six, and we've just relayed the news. Only the weaker ones are going to fan out of fear of repercussions. We'll give them four more minutes, and if they don't start fanning out we'll start dropping tear gas canisters." The police officer shook his head "Understood sir." He then looked back outward and down at the protesters repeating the line Martial law is now in affect, a nation wide curfew of eight o'clock post meridian has been put in place. Any and all public gatherings of more than fiver persons are hereby banned. Return to your homes!" As time passed the crowds of protesters got somewhat thinner the police chief look at his watch in disapproval "All right they're not thinning out fast enough." He grabbed the helicopters radio with haste "Smoke em' out boys! If they're still on the streets by eight o'clock we're going to need Vahidi's men to help us out here." With that being said, five tear gas grenades were thrown out of the helicopter two the right one was dropped beneath the helicopter, and two were thrown to the left of the helicopter. Several seconds after the tear gas grenades were dropped a protester quickly grabbed one of the tear gas grenades and threw it back at the helicopter. The tear gas grenade hit the helicopters' windshield cracking it and reflecting back onto the protesters. The crowds slowly started to disperse covering their faces by pulling up their shirts or using any other article of clothing they could find at hand. Soon police officers started pushing forward wearing a large array of riot gear from gas masks, shields, and batons, to simple helmets and padding. As the police officers pushed their way through the protesters combing through the crowd attempt to make order, as they started to pull out their batons when the smoke started to thin a lieutenant started to smile as he said "The gloves are off from here on out boys." when he pulled out a cattle prod.

[Kherkov]

==Imperial Palace, Sarinsk, Kherkov==

The Emperor read the message from the Viperian Premier. He was glad that the Premier was enthusiastic with the meeting, and decided to move it forward to tonight. The Premier would arrive in Kaiserstadt soon, and so the Emperor quickly drafted an email.

The People's Empire of Kherkov
From the desk of the God-Emperor Zachary I, Lord of Kherkov and all its peoples.

To: Daniyel Viper, Premier of Viperia, overseer of the grand metropolis, and commander of the Viperian armed forces.
Encryption Level: Medium
Of course. I will see to it personally that you both attended to by personal servants. We have a room for you both in the Kaiserstadt Imperial Hotel. It is spacious and cotains many luxuries.
I have pushed the meeting forward to tonight, following your imminent arrival.
Long may our countries prosper,
Emperor Zachary I.

After finishing the message, he then began to prepare for the public rally. He donned a black jacket, grey trousers, and shining black boots. A red sash was across his waist, and then he placed on his head a pickelhaube helmet, again black. It had a gold eagle on the front and a golden, elaborate spike on the top. He ordered Williams to broadcast that a rally would take place in half an hour, and that citizens should attend. This was broadcast through the speakers that were in place all around Sarinsk, and indeed, Kherkov. Those not in Sarinsk could watch the rally on The People's Broadcasting Channel.

==Eagle Square, Sarinsk, Kherkov==

The speakers were playing the Kherkovian national anthem. It was loud, but almost matched by the cheering and the applauding of the crowd as the Emperor walked onto the balcony. Soldiers flanked him and surrounded the square. Their breath hung in the cold September air. Zeppelins flew overhead getting an aerial view of this large event, and news teams were on the ground. The anthem finished, and the Emperor called for silence.
"My people, my friends, my comrades." He began. "Our history has been turbulent. Oppression under Britcan, freedom, and then unification. These acts strengthened our nation and we have become mighty. Our military is strong, our economy is strong, and we are strong!" And an almighty cheer burst into existence, with everyone feeling great and clapping at the mention of Kherkov's prosperity. The Emperor began again, "But there is more," and the crowd fell silent again. "This prosperity has allowed us to do our duty. To protect others and march to glorious war! We punished the Sultan for his treatment of the Wanandan people! And we must punish his family again! The Sultaness has been oppressing her people ever since she took the throne. And they have risen up, like we did against our oppressors! Is it not our duty, comrades, to assist them in their time of need? Is it not our duty?!" A cry of yes came from the crowd followed by the loudest cheering yet. The Emperor carried on through the cheering, using the speakers so he could be heard. "And we will! We must assist the people of Syrakhstan! We will march, along with our Viperian comrades, and we shall triumph!" The Emperor exited to the sound of the national anthemand the crowd's cheers again. The seed was planted.

[Carcassonne]

Ariq Böke was sat in his quarters, cross legged on the floor while his favourite servant girl poured the tea. He looked forward to this time of day, this was his time, a period of relaxation and reflection. He looked around the room which was open on two sides to the courtyard, his eyes focusing on the pond, perhaps if there was enough time he could spend the afternoon here.

He heard steps coming along the path, quite hurried, this had better be important, the staff knew better than to disturb his time, many had paid for such an encroachment on his privacy with a visit to the lower levels of the castle.

The tea girl, Kushi, was only half way through the ceremony, she had seen his Lordship explode with rage for far less than the approving footsteps, she could see this face change from relaxation to impatience and now to anger at this intrusion, she and she alone was to be his companion at this time.

A solider approached, by his uniform Ariq Böke could tell he was little more than a private with the royal guards, from his face he could not have been more than twenty. Despite his frustration he felt sorry for the boy, obviously sent here by a superior officer afraid to come himself. Loyalty to one’s superior was a virtue he prided; perhaps the boy could be of use.

In his attempt to bow, the solider fell over his uniform and ended up face planted on the opposite side of the tea table. Perhaps not the brightest, Ariq Böke thought. The boy held up a letter and with his shaking hands almost dropped it in the half finished tea before turning and running.

Ariq Böke, opened the letter and scanned its contents. There was more trouble in Syrakhstan. The last time trouble erupted here bombs had devastated half of Ogedei. This was different though. There was rebellion in Syrakhstan. This was an internal matter for the Syrakhstanis but it could be a problem if it spread. Rebellions had a way of crossing borders.

He picked up the mobile phone from the table and reluctantly powered it on, dialling the number for Batar, his secretary; send a message to the Syrakhstanis offering our support in this time of crisis. Offer to send humanitarian ships to SyrakhstanI waters and see what assistance we can render.

We will not makes the mistakes of last time.

[Estovakia 13]

The Czar wounder on whom to make allies. The Estovakian Empire found it self the only member of the Red Star Alliance. Estovakia still has a military presence in Carcassonne rebuilding and upgrading their infrastructure. The Carcs have yet to make a decision if they are a member of The R.S.A. For now the troops are their due to the brotherhood between The Estovakian Empire and the Carcassonnian Empire. Czar Smirnov made his decision and was on the Royal 747 escorted by Su-50. A message was sent to his friend and Emperor of the Carcs, that Smirnov was on his way for a visit and tour of the country to see how modernization was going. Also to talk privately on current matters such as the Alliance and current state of the world.

[Viperia]

Premieral Private Jet, Kherkovian Airspace approaching Kaiserstadt

The premier had boarded his jet not more than a minute or two after he had sent the letter to the Emperor. He was now sat at his on board workstation and he recieved the reply from said Emperor. "Dimitri, bring me the files on project: Fortress, i wish to be fully prepared for this meeting, it is of the utmost importance.", "At once sir!" While looking through his notes of some years prior, the Premier decided to treat himself to some inflight entertainment, going to switch on the Viperian Premieral Official State Announcement and Emergency Broadcast Station, the only news station of his country, but instead choosing to adjust to his new environment he switched to the People's Broadcasting Channel, the kherkovian channel. "Riots in Syrakhstan have begun to increase in magnitude today as helicopters were seen raining tear gas on protestors, it is believed martial law is in affect as well as curfews and maximum crowd sizes." "Damn!" cried the Premier slamming the remote by mistake and turning off the station by mistake. "This is getting out of hand Dimitri! We need to be doing something pro-active!", "Well sir, if you will accept my opinion, I believe you should hold all action until the meeting with Kherkov.", "Yes, good idea, we must be like the Cobra, waiting to strike, we must not be hasty, that has gotten us into trouble before Dimitri, now leave me I must prepare for this meeting."

Kaiserstadt, Kherkov

The Premier's jet landed on the tarmac. He, his consort, Dimitri and his guards all entered the Hotel. The Premier stayed up half the night, studying and re-studying his notes on Project: Fortress.

[Ogedei]

Ariq Böke glanced to his right as he strolled through the corridors of the Imperial Palace. It had been completely redesigned in a more traditional manner then the bourgeois enjoyed by his predecessor. The opulence had been replaced by minimalist remainders of the past, the glories of his predecessors and the days of the Great Empire. One day his face would grace walls among the paintings of the Great Emperors of Old.

The Empire had changed significantly since he ascended to the throne. The economy had suffered as the changes were made from the exports of minerals to a more agrarian family orientated nature, exports had dried up but this was his vision of a new nation, a simpler nation. First the mentality of the people had to be changed, from a young age children were now though about patriotism and nationalism. Statues of the old emperors were built around the nation and the media came under strict regulation. Those who were considered enemies of the state disappeared. The nation was also more centralized, power concentrated in the person of the Emperor and various governors around the nation. Internationally he was called a dictator or worse but such labels meant little to him. All was for the glory of the Empire.

For now though he must focus on immediate issues. The Estovakian Czar was arriving. Through difficult times the Czar had remained the closest and perhaps some would say only ally of the nation. Without their support the huge increase in the military, the new equipment as well as the rebuilding of the Empire could not have been possible. Through the Red Star Alliance (known as the Estogedei Pact locally), advisors had assisted in the rebuilding of a nation. Ariq Böke welcomed the appointment with the Czar, the chance to once again talk strategy, perhaps discuss the unfolding events in Syrakstan. It was too long since the last visit, at least this would give him the chance to show the developments to the nation.

[Estovakia 13]

The Czar was really nervous, its has been a long time since the birth of The R.S.A and since the war. He can see the mainland now, the escorts were coming with us since we are really have close bond with the Carcs that our military can come and go as long as we mention their purpose. Deeply though he feels regret over the war, we could not protect our friends when they needed us. Marshal Zhukov, our best officer and head of the Army and Chairmen of the Joint Chiefs of Staff was next to him. Now we are about to land, Czar Smirnov was now filled with joy at the opportunity to tour the country.

[Syrakhstan]

The Ayatollah was in what appeared to be a cave, surrounded by news broadcasters many were international and some were local. He looked as if he hadn't showered for at least two days, his shoes were tossed aside he was sitting in a lotus position continuously grabbing his beard and pulling it downward. "We're ready when you are, one the reporters stated." The Ayatollah rolled his eyes, he hated the site of them, but he knew the press was a powerful weapon and if wanted to get anywhere he had to use it. He then shook his head "We've caught the attention of the international community." He then took a short pause, staring at that cameras around him. "If it weren't for them I wouldn't be able to deliver this message to you at this very moment. However, I must stress caution be vigilant for you will be offered help from a foreigner with a forked tongue do not be led astray by their satanic charismatics for we do not share the same goal!" The Ayatollah yelled shaking his fist. Today must be a day for solidarity and unity against the government, we should join hands and continue to stay out on the streets or else all is lost. By helping one another we can not only drive the foreigners out, we can and we will once again rule this great nation of ours!" The Ayatollah stared into the international news camera's. His eyes were black, darker than night itself "I have some advice for these nation would choose to intervene in troubling times such as these. I think it is high time any leader of the world so much as thinking about interfering listened up and listened carefully. You have reached the end of your road both in our region, and the world. Your selfishness, of the degradation and coercion of the peoples comes to an end now. You have no support, neither among the peoples of this region, nor among others of the world." The room soon fell dead as the Ayatollah's face grew rather stoic. With that the cameras were turned off, and the news crews left the cavern it was obvious that news crews found it awkward staying alone with the Ayatollah.

One reporter whispered to her cameraman to the camera one as they continued to exit the cave. Once they were out of the cave and into the desert sunlight, she adjusted herself and the cameraman continued to film. "As you just saw moments ago, Ayatollah Mahdavi had strong words to say for any nation thinking about interfering. Earlier this year the Syrakhstani government announced it was successful in its attempts to create a nuclear weapon. Should the attempts to create a new revolutionary government be successful one must wonder what will happen to the nation's nuclear stockpile; when the nation is world renowned for its xenophobic ways, and strict religious regulations threatening execution to those who do not follow the states religion's Islam." One of the Ayatollah's adherent's was walking out of the cavern, causing the news anchor to look in a panic at the camera. "Ravaging this lush beautiful landscape, I'm with People's Broadcasting Channel signing off."

[Ogedei]

In Syrakstan

Chagatai had served as ambassador to Syrakstan since the war. The dry desert air was hot, almost stifling, the heat was intrusive and he found it difficult to think let alone work. The assignment had not been his choice. The temperatures made it impossible to train and as the months turned to years his once trimmed physique had become far more rotund. His form bore little resemblance to the young soldier who served with pride.

For a long time he thought his superiors had sent him here as punishment for some unknown offence or simply forgotten about him but the new crisis presented him with opportunities. If Ogedei could been seen to have assisted during the crisis perhaps he could finally be rewarded, conceivably even go home.

He watched the unfolding events on live tv, the Ayatollah was not a man to be trifled with, he clearly had support among the ordinary people. However the fear was his plans for the nation. Where would she sit in the international world should he assume power and what would his policy be towards the wider community. He knew the Emperor would only intervene if he felt the internal politics of Syrakstan threatened Ogedi interests worldwide. Then there was the nuclear weapons, a nuclear armed rogue nation could not be tolerated.

Chagatai had two meeting to arrange, meetings with could conceivably determine Ogedei policy.

Through backdoor channels he had arranged a meeting with the Ayatollah himself at a secret location, he would not find out till it was too late to arrange help but the meet was important, no crucial. Finally he would find out the Ayatollah’s plans for the nation should he achieve all he desired.

First however an official meeting with the Sultaness at the palace. That at least should be more predictable.

In Yesügei, Ogedei

First impressions were crucial, it had been a long time since the Estovakian Czar had visited and all must go well. Thousands of suspected anti-government protestors had ben rounded up and the path of Smirnov’s motorcade was decked with flags of Ogedei and Estovakia. Loyalist supporters of the Empire as well as soldiers lined the streets, flowers were distributed to throw in front of the passing convoy.

Ariq Böke was waiting for a report from his office in Syrakstan and prayed to Kaifeng it would come before the meeting. However he knew he must give his operatives time. A vast military parade in the centre of Yesügei, a visit to rebuilt community town centre, built as a joint Estovakian Ogedei project as well as a stopover at a state school to witness the new classes in patriotism and nationalism and finally a meeting with several loyal army, navy and air force officers to give an idea of the state of the rebuilding of the forces. Each part of the day was designed to be perfect, a showcase of Ogedei to her closest ally.

The Emperor would welcome his guest at the imposing summer palace in the highlands surrounding Yesügei, there they could discuss the matters of state in private. The decisions made would determine the nations direction.

[Estovakia 13]

The plane pulled into its VIP area, Smirnov and Zhukov both decorated soldiers looked at each other and then stood up. The motorcade finally arrived and the doors opened. Marshal Zhukov was first out reached the bottom and stood at attention. Zhukov- His Royal Highness, First Czar of the reborn Estovakian Empire, Czar Vasivilov Kapalkin Smirnov. The Ogedei Honor Guard stood at attention as soon as the Czar came out of the plane. A military band begun to play their national anthem, a news crew was at the side filming this live. Czar Smirnov was speechless, he finally reached ground level and stood next to Zhukov whom at the same time they both Saluted the brave soldiers of the Ogedei Empire and their part as Red Star Forces. This reaction came with the cheers that could be herd from the commoners.


The motorcade finally left the Airport, Smirnov was at the mercy of his host. Smirnov can see on the streets the progress that has been made and he was pleased. He cant wait to meet his friend and tour the country after we have private talk on current matters that will affect The Red Star Empire, yes that has a better ring to it. Two Empires working as one Super Empire.

[Kherkov]

==Road to Kaiserstadt, Kherkov==

As dawn broke, The Emperor watched the report on the People's Broadcasting Channel in his limousine. As the national anthem began to play, signalling the end of the report, he laughed. "How quaint," he commented to Williams. "This changes everything, however. I must show the report to the Premier. Have the Hotel staff rig up the Cinema room to show this report. Oh, and have the Propaganda minister ready a campaign. I'm sure this will change the Premier's mind. I can turn my speech around, do not worry. I already have ideas." He chuckled to himself again, and continued to watch the News Hour.

==Imperial Hotel, Kaiserstadt, Kherkov==

The Emperor walked through the door, preceded by four guards and followed by another four. Williams was to his right. All were in ceremonial dress, even though the guards carried F2000's instead of the ceremonial Lee-Enfields that usually accompanied this uniform. As he entered the main corridor of the grand building, he extended his arm and shook the Premier's hand. "Willkommen, Добро пожаловать, Welcome!" He exclaimed, and then proceeded to complete a small bow to his Consort. There would be time for idle conversation later, and so the Emperor got straight to the point, "Later, we shall dine, and initiate Project Fortress, but for now, come. There is something you must see." He gestured toward the hallway to his left, which lead to the cinema room. The rest of the guards arrived from the APCs that surrounded the limousine, again in ceremonial dress albeit with F2000's, and began to move around the hotel, making sure every bit of it was guarded. The Emperor began to move to the Cinema room with his personal retinue. He motioned for the Premier to follow.

The cinema room was ready to play the report from earlier today. Three large seats were positioned near the screen. The guards began to position themselves around the entrance and seats. The Emperor sat down and waved his hand. Williams then gave a nod and the report began to play.

After it had finished, the Emperor turned to the Premier and simply said, "This changes things, does it not?"

[Syrakhstan]

The Sultaness was standing before a group of cameramen with a well known critic of her reigning government Razid Meredow. In an attempt to quell the revolutionaries she just recently appointed him prime minister. The newly appointed prime minister standing in a visible state of anguish. Whiping the sweat from his forehead he looked into the cameras "The Syrakhstani Government hopes to resolve any and all matters peacefully." Holding a large amount of papers he canvassed through them and pulled out a yellow paper with binding on the right side with logos of all Oil and Coal companies throughout Syrakhstan. "Starting next week September twenty second, two thousand and twelve all oil and coal reserves are hereby nationalized, the companies will be given a form of compensation deemed fit. Any foreign businesses that believe they're compensation is undermining the value of the property you reserve the right to take us to international court. Otherwise you've one week to vacat the premises otherwise you will be seen as trespassing on government property and you will be prosecuted."

As the newly appointed prime minister attempted to make his way through the reporters and crowds of cameras back into the nation's Capitol Building a reporter stepped in front of him. "Prime Minister Meredow, it's pretty safe to say that Syrakhstan has stolen the international spotlight. Nearly every country is curious as to how the next act will play out, what do you have to say to this?" Prime Minister Meredow slowly walked around her, "If you don't like how a play is going I advise you simply walk out of the Opera house, instead of enduring another act of torture. You wouldn't simply jump up on stage and attempt to alter the ending at an Opera. I ask that they kindly respect our national sovereignty we are simply experiencing a stage of internal unrest, that needs time and cooperation on both sides to put an end to." The prime minister was only poking his head out of the Capitol Building's doorway. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm very busy."

Meanwhile the Ayatollah could be seen on every television across the nation restating his early speeches. "I am grateful to Allah for giving me the great pleasure of speaking at this very important gathering. I thank Allah for seeing the pious faces of you, the valiant, aware, God-fearing and selfless children of the revolution, who understand with vigilance and intelligence the most important issues of our times and are active with great zest and in a decisive way in the most central issues of the Islamic world. I thank Allah for the presence of you dear young people. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. A warning to all the leaders of this world If any of you believe it will be beneficial for yourselves or your nation's to interfer you're sorely mistaken. You may think you've flown, trust me you've barely left the ground." The Ayatollah then walked around a room delivering his speech to a group of citizens. "If given the chance the chance the Kherkovians, and Viperians would deliberately cause maximum problems. While Ashebourton & Estovakia are threats to world peace! Wherever there is assassination and conspiracy is in it! If we do not act together and maintain they will overwhelm us. They will suppress our culture, rape our women and children and pillage our great nation for resources, they will make us nothing but their puppet. They'll strip us of our national identity, do you want that? If they were to so much as gain a foothold on our nation that gives them power. Do not let them have that power. The Sultaness would let them have that power, are we going to let that happen?" The citizens began to chant "Death to the Sultaness."

The Minister of Internal Affairs & Propaganda was watching and immediately turned of the television after that. "It's all their fault, so they're going to fix all this whether they like it or not." Minister Hamid was in a dimly lit control room, as he stood over a monitor typing away the television then turned on automically.

"We interrupt this broadcast to bring an emergency broadcast the following laws will be put into effect at twelve o'clock ante meridian.

• Rioting is now seen as a felony, and will be treated as such.
• Possession of a firearm outside of the military or police force is punishable by death.
• International News Broadcating Services are hereby banned from broadcasting within Syrakhstan's borders and waters, should they choose to do so they will have their equipment confiscated, and be given a minimum two year jail sentence."

Minister Hamid smiled knowing that would get both the nation's attention, and attention from abroad. "It's only a matter of time, he said to himself."

[Ashebourton]

== Davenport, Ashebourton ==

It is a beautiful sunny day in the capital city of Davenport. The Prince is currently attending a National Baseball League game, with the Davenport Alpines are leading the Ashe Lake Monsters 3-1 in the top of the 7th Inning. As the home team's pitcher throws his 7th strike out, security personnel assigned to protect the Prince and his entourage receive a message over their ear pieces, "Get the Prince to safe location immediately." Security personnel whisper into the Princes ear, and without drawing much attention, all exit the stadium and make their way back to the palace.

"Your majesty, we apologize for cutting the game shiort for you, but we have received word about a possible risk to national security," states Jake Everdeen, Captain of the security detail, "It involves the Syrakhstanis."

"Oh Christ, not them again. What's going on this time?" Asks Prince

"Starting sometime next week, Prime Minister Meredow will be nationalizing all the country's oil companies and removing all foreign oil contractors, including ours, Ashe Petrol. And to top that off, the Ayatollah has labelled Ashebourton as well as Estovakia as threats the the world."

"This is unacceptable, the World Assembly economic department sets regulations regarding international oil contracts. As much as our diplomatic history is horrendous to say the least, they are our largest oil exporter. There's not much we can do about the Ayatollah's speech, yet, we need this oil. Get a hold of the Ambassador in Teknaf, we will bring this up to parliament immediately. In the mean time, contact Admiral Veers in Charlottestown, tell him to prepare a strike group, we need a naval show of force near Syrakhstan. We cannot allow them to intimidate us with this mediocre tactic."

"Yes, your majesty, right away."

[Viperia]

Imperial Hotel, Kaiserstadt, Kherkov

"Indeed, Zachary, this does change things somewhat, if this crazy zealot will not accept help he will clearly need when this turns violent, and it will, then I say screw him! As long as the head of Syrakhstan is pro us I couldn't care less who's on top or what they do to their people. You say you can turn your speech around, my explanation for such an early side switch may be a little more, planned." tunring to Dimitri, the premier said, quite deliberately so the Emperor too could hear, "Have a syrakhstani lookalike perform some attack in one of our larger non-important cities, something along the lines of a series of co-ordinated explosions, shootings that kind of thing, and make it grand, lots of police military, most of all public. Also run the ayatollah's news story, that should spur up anger. And when it has, inform the populace of our side switch. Now Zacahary we must inform the Sultaness of our willingness to help, and also of her problems if she does not accept. Good Day" The Premier returned to his suite with his retinue and wrote a formal letter to the sultaness of Syrakhstan.

To: The Sultaness of Syrakhstan
From: The Premier of Vperia
Subject: Assistance

Your royal highness, despite what you may have heard as to my nations standing of the matter of your little, problem, I assure I wish to support you and your government with the full force at my disposal. I am sure you of all people have seen the Ayatollah's latest 'Public' Appearance, it did not speak well of me or my nation. You and I wish to see a similiar end to this and know that my nation will see to that this end is met, and I would prefer it if you would help me rather than hinder me. As a side note, if at any time you feel your life to be in danger I can have a retinue of my finest guards, The Viper SF, at any loaction you wish ASAP ready to evacuate you to a safe location in my or any nation of your choosing.

Daniyel Viper, Premier of Viperia, Overseer of the Grand Metropolis and Commander of the Armed Forces

[Syrakhstan]

The Minister of Defence General Vahidi was leading a military force just outside the rebel strongpoint of Orakshaw. As he climbed onto a tank he pointed south before he gave a rallying speech "That is our target. The Ayatollah's home town of Orakshaw everything and I repeat everything is free game. Leave nothing standing." General Vahidi cleared his throat knowing what he was about to say next wouldn't be taken lightly, "Even the mosque." The soldiers most of which were conscripts had looked at the general in shock, confusion, and awe thinking "Did he really just say that?" One soldier actually raised his hand, "I'm sorry could you repeat that General. It sounded like you said you leave nothing standing, even the mosque." General Vahidi looked at the soldier with a sense of annoyance in his eyes "You heard me right young man, I don't like the orders but it's necessary to get the point across." The soldier looked at General Vahidi, dropped his gun on the ground along with three decorative medals "I didn't sign up to demolish places of worship, and pillage cities." The soldier then began to make his way away from the others. General Vahidi quietly cocked his pistol aiming for the soldier's, the he fired killing the soldier on impact. General Vahidi then looked at the rest of the squadron with a sick maniacal smile "Anybody else want to leave?" pausing for only moment he then looked back towards the city of Orakshaw.

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Commonwealth Broadcasting Services.
The City of Orakshaw remains persistent.

Sunday, September 16th 2012

Two nights ago the Syrakhstani military bombarded the Syrakhstani city of Orakshaw. Nearly all families that have survived the bombardment have left the nation to find safety across the nearby border with Northpolistan. Those who remain in Orakshaw have chose to fight against the nation's military or move further inland.

Mahmoud Arab exrepesses what has become a nationally held sentiment: "I've got to be honest, I didn't expect the revolution to last this long. It really all comes down to whose more willing and more prepared to fight the long battle." Some say that nation's forces have reached a stalemate with each other. However General Vahidi's military maintains control of the highways, while the Syrakhstani Airforce is seen by many as the pride of the nation forcing the revolutionaries to take advantage of nation's mountainous and desert landscape and hide from site whenever possible.

Helicopter gunships can be seen flying the skies of Orakshaw firing machine gun rounds and dropping bombs that send up a plume of dust indicating another block of buildings has been toppled. Whilst mortar shells bombard the city day in and day out, firing into houses, apartment buildings, shops, and even mosques. Sometimes at a rate of more than twenty five an hour.

Residents of Orakshaw in Syrakhstan gather for the funeral precession,
of the eighteen people killed in yesterday's assault on the town by Syrakhstani forces.

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The Sultaness was growing irritated with politics both abroad and at home. She was only in her early thirties and she was already starting to sprout gray hairs. In a weird way she kind of hoped the Ayatollah would succeed simply so everything would come to end, but life wasn't like that and one mustn't think like so she carried on. As she went through her mail and the plans for the day so noticed the Viperian communique. "Nothing but a fickle fucking snake." She said laughing, "I'll give him several days to think about his past before I even so much as respond, in the meantime I've more pressing matters to attend to." She looked at the file regarding the Ogedein Delegation then phoned her secretary "When can we expect the Ogedein Delegation to arrive?" The phone beeped then the secretary spoke "I'm honestly not certain, your majesty there are a large number of protests in the Nazarkur District, the embassy district. Which will definitely delay his arrival." The Sultaness hung up the phone, and looked at the array of papers saying "If only it were as simple as just filling out paper work."

[Kherkov]

== Imperial hotel, Kaiserstadt, Kherkov ==
As the Emperor waited in his room until dinner was served, the Emperor pondered the Syrakhstani crisis. If the rebels won, missiles would surely be headed this way. The defence system had been improved significantly since the previous attack, but things could still go wrong. And the Sultaness was probably still hostile toward Kherkov since the last war. But, a pro-Kherkov government had to be made... it would help out Project Fortress considerably. He began to dress into ceremonial clothes again. The Emperor had yet to hear anything from the Leonian King, or the Villhurstian Imperator, but hopefully he would soon. The bell rang from downstairs and then the Emperor departed with his guards.

The room was huge, decorated with chandeliers from the white ceiling. Paintings of Prukovian and Kherian officers from the 1800s decorated the walls, and there was one picture of Gebhard von Blucher, the famous Prussian general. Old Lee Enfield rifles from the Revolution and Unification also hung there. The table was laden with a black cloth embroidered with gold. The carpet was red with some designs placed into it. The meal was spectacular, with silver plates and all manner of cutlery, with which the leaders would dine on a roasted pig. The Emperor bowed as the Premier entered the room with his consort.

[Estovakia 13]

To her Highness of Syrakhstan,

The only person other than the Majorcans to stare me down to stillmate in a Conference. You have my respects and friendship if you allow it. We Estovakians use war as a last resort, we prefer to cooperate and we dont tend to hold a grudge. The war has been over for sometime and having a grudge is a waste of time and resources. I'm on my way to a friend to talk about The Red Star Empire and is successful I would like to come to your nation and talk about it, maybe even join us? Anyhow I should be in the talks by the time you get this. I wish you the best of luck with the current situation, you of the backing and support of The Estovakian Empire and if need be our Warmachine. Take heed in this kind of problem their might be others in in your circle plotting against you.

Sincerely,

Czar Vasivilov Kapalnin Smirnov.

[Leo X]

The Doge Giovanni Ziani had stepped out onto his balcony where he could address the vast majority of the capital. In his speech about the recent outbreak of rebellion in Syrakhstan he condemned the rebels as heathen wretches. "A Muslim is no better than an atheist, as they will strive to make all believers gone, as they make their not believing an own godless kind of religion. But how can an atheist ultimately prove that there is no God? If you want to be purged of any guilt of repression of others convince yourself to be Catholic at least.
The Doge condemned the rebels of Syrakhstan. He wondered what he would do next, waiting on an action from Kherkov or Viperia. Allies though they were, God's work would need to be completed eventually.

[Taurenor]

[OOC: Greetings, members of the roleplaying region of the Commonwealth Society. You will know me previously as the player of Yohannes as mentioned here. I would like to roleplay together with you guys - thus the reasoning behind why I post here (and well, because I am bored IRL). This post is simply me having fun and not worrying too much about stuff, so sorry for the lack of details, et cetera.

I would like to note that I am not here to OOC-wise 'beat' you guys. Though my IC population may be is quite high in-game wise, I would like to note that I cap my population with others who do the same as well. Furthermore, I do not know where this will go, and I guess that is the fun about roleplaying - when you don't plan anything too much. Anywho, let's roleplay together.]

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Bloemfontein, Taurenor, Haven

The Downpour from the sky above had continued for the last twelve hours.

Its torrential, undying blast on that day was just but one of the many reasons why Burmecia was known throughout the continent as a 'city of eternal rain'. During the heyday of Freemasonic reformation, the wet field was not filled with the clear colour of that afternoon's downpour, for it was instead a shade of splattered red, as far as the eyes observed tainted with dishonour. It was on this background that the Emperor - one and only - of Aurenoria met his guillotine's ending, and it was thereon that the principles known by Aurenorians and Taurenori alike as the Freemasons' rule of law was established throughout the fair land.

That day, though typical of the city's spring weather, was not a typical Burmecian Tuesday, for the Grand Master had summoned the thirty-nine member Grand Councillors once again - the one and only such summoning since the promulgation of 'Prichardist Isolationism' policy eight years' past. Though this time the thirty-nine councillors - the only semblance of a collective 'head of government' body in the Association - would meet once again, the discussion at hand would not be held under a field of reddish stain nor isolationist tinge: it would instead be a shade of green.

The colours of the nation known as Syrakhstan.

When news came down upon the Grand Master Office of the sultanate's latest socio-political predicament, James Pritchard took the notification with perplexity; confused by the incompetence in which the Sultanate have handled the sensitive Commonwealth Society regional balance of power, not to its favour. On the day of his promulgation as the one hundred and twenty-seventh of his kind, the Grand Master's senior advisers had once passed down all the recorded documents - whether it be that of commercial and trade or diplomacy in nature - which summarised the then bilateral relationship between Aurenoria and Syrakhstan.

Noting the potentiality of further oil discoveries throughout the Sultanate, Pritchard had wasted not a single hour in pledging the Association's guarantee of independence to its government. Though the wording was eloquent in nature, the focal point of the agreement was nonetheless clear from its introduction: Syrakhstan's independence would forever more be guaranteed by the Association for a period of ten years. The years of Pritchardist Isolationism had rendered such a diplomatic pledge defunct, the fact nonetheless was still imprinted high on the Grand Master's mind that the Sultanate had yet to - in a significant manner - draw from the rich underground its share of black gold which the nation had within the disposal of its territorial sovereignty.

And for that black gold would the Association fight for the Sultanate at any and all costs.

He was, of course, familiar with the practicality of Freemasonic principles of foreign relations: withdraw when the chance of opposition would be high, and press on when the stake presented was high or the threat and opposition was low. The current crisis of the Sultanate in the Commonwealth Society region was, naturally, the latter, and for that would the Association understandably increase its stake upon the underground black gold which it would hopefully acquire within its rightful inventory.

The roundtable on that day was an archetypal product of Aurenoria's furniture restoration industry, having not the unnecessary carving required than that of the basic necessity. Though it may not serve the function of regal standing, the present situation has proven to require such a pointless luxury, when the lives of sons and daughters of the Association was at stake.

"My sovereign", a voice on his left whispered, its voice a faint of uncertainty.

"The governments of Kherkov and Viperia have revealed their true political intention."

"Ambition of grandeur indeed, I daresay...!" a physically-tall man further to his left added, his blue uniform well-adorned with medals of varying symbols, and imprinted was the word of 'Naval Association' in every single one of them.

"Aye... I second the First Admiral's word", and with that last sentence of the stranger to his right, the roundtable was filled with a silence unheard of the previous hour.

The thirty-nine councillors raised their heads, for the man previously standing was now seated on his throne.

"The opposition which we shall encounter upon this encounter is redundant at best, and non-existent at worst. Three Commonwealth Society member nations have voiced their support for the 'reformation' of the present political system within the Sultanate."

"But none of that shall happen, for such would not be within our best interest."

"My sovereign..." the blue uniformed gentleman facing the Grand Master intervened.

"Silence.. Admiral."

"Now is the time for us to expand the Freemasons' Law abroad once again, and for this have I presented everyone of you with the last eight years to prepare for this very moment... which the Sultanate has provided us with.."

"Remember... that for the sons of the Association and daughters of Her Law shall you fight for... to bring us the opportunity presented before us... unlike any of the past."

"With the major powers embroiled in various engagements or events of their own making abroad, or fighting amongst their own kins, shall we reap this most blessing of opportunity to, once again, regain the initiative. The present lack of clear power structure and inactivity has established the necessary vacuum from which historically isolationist nations such as ours may leap into... to reap the benefit from."

"Any further questions...?"

Pritchard unsheated his sword, its cold steel reflecting the seventy-eight eyes observing with curiosity. The one hundred and twenty-seventh Grand Master then put the ceremonial blade upon the roundtable, from which the seated councillors announced their ceremonial pledge.

"As you wish, my Sovereign" they voiced their collective agreement in slow unison.

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Southeastern Maritime Gate, Taurenor, Haven

Through the extent of the southeastern maritime gate - an artificial man-made island of the Association - which had acted as the closest boundary foreign warships would be allowed to enter the Association through, an irresistible wave of untold emotion could be felt upon everyone's heart. The ramblings of the old man - end of the so-called eight years' period of isolation - had finally ended in its entirety, and not just in rhetoric but that in actuality. The wave could be felt upon, too, virtually on every single port cities of major importance and naval facilities throughout the Freemasons' jurisdiction.

Formation after formation of available naval squadrons were scrambled organisationally to accommodate for the largest strategic mobilisation by the Freemasons' Naval Association since the late 19th century Freemasonic Reformation - this time their destination would not be the cursed Imperial goons' capital, but instead a foreign nation located within the Commonwealth Society region: Syrakhstan. These varying type of squadrons - Action and Fair Carriers, Strike, Submarine and Provision - was amalgamated structurally within a higher loose framework of the '1st Commonwealth Society Fleet', indicating its goal to establish a permanent Association strategic presence within that region.

The naval facilities and the designated major military ports on that day were filled with an extended timetables pertaining to the ever-starveling needs for logistics - an innumerable tonnes of materials and endless number of supplies were trucked to and fro each of their designated inland assembly areas - akin to a slithering snake of light, seen from the sky above at night.

Supervisors were screaming their ripped-off and overused motto for the day "For the Association, we Live", bright-cheeked sons of Freemasons everywhere were waving the Association's red and white colours, and sensible locals amazed at the quantity of much-needed supplies seen before their own eyes. Contrary to the generalities' assumption, however, priorities were made not on the complex side of the fray, but instead upon the most basic of supplies required alongside the eventuality of an unpredictable regional-wide strategic crisis within the Commonwealth Society. If the Freemasons' Naval Association would have to fight the entirety of the region's navies - then so be it. Her ship, however, would not attempt to do so unprepared.

Tightly-sealed waters, 'Urbino' canned foods and even more unidentifiable tools - batteries, field generators, and all the basic needs of a modern formation to survive against heavy numerical odds in a land of relative terra incognita. The sons and daughters of the Association would soon visit the land known as Syrakhstan, alongside the wave, after wave, of large floating steels destined for the dark, foreboding blue waters of the Commonwealth Society.

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Official Statement of the Association
[Translation: Bahasa Taurenor to Aurenorian English]

Honourable extraordinaries and plenipotentiary,

As grand lodge officer of the Freemasons' Association pertaining to the field of foreign relations and affairs of the thirty-nine Taurenori states, I would like to offer my regard and sincere greetings to you, your represented governments, and the people of nations which you represent.

The Association has received the latest development found throughout the land of the sultanate with trepidation and regret. It is indeed unfortunate - and not just for us, but especially for the people of Syrakhstan - that the worst would indeed find itself not just wanting, but happening, enveloping its uncontrolled sweeping motion and wave of violence throughout that nation.

As an adherent to the rights of any and all existing governments in this world to enjoy the sovereignty which they have, the Association would like to publicly condemn this latest initiative by the agents of instability. The Freemasons' Association of Aurenoria and the Freemasons' Naval Association hereby pledge its full support for the undisputed sovereignty of the present Sultanate government and the Sultan's families, and the authority which they acquired from time immemorial throughout Syrakhstan.

Acknowledging the inevitable path which the above mentioned development will create, the Association would like to announce that even as this letter has reached your desk - an assembled naval formation is currently making its way to waters of the Commonwealth Society; its final destination, the Sultanate.

The 1st Commonwealth Society Fleet will provide the much needed presence of stability in the face of this present disturbance in Syrakhstan, from which the highest representative of the Sultanate may use the aforementioned fleet under his or her disposal, and as he or she wish for, to do what can be deemed as right for Syrakhstan's future - her people's collective future.

Cordially Yours,
Djoko Prasetyo Kusumo
Grand Mason of Foreign Relations
Freemasonic Association Aurenoria

[Ogedei]

It was a windy day, as all days on the high plains of Yesügei were. The wind swept down from the North and blasted through the cramped streets of the capital, the wooden buildings provided little respite from the bracing winds. There was nothing different about this than any other day, what was unusual was the thousands of soldiers in rank and file stood before the Imperial palace.

The soldiers had been there barley flinching for hours. They had been raised from birth to accept the Emperor as the living representative of the God Kaifeng, the ambassador and spokesperson of the deity. He was descended from the line of Emperors blessed in spirit by the Holy One. His word was law, he commanded them with his will and any man present would gladly give this last breath to protect him or his name. The sons of Ogedei had been drilled from an early age, first in school and later as part of their service in the armed forces. Their loyalty was unquestionable, their spirit unbreakable.

Today, the Emperor would address them himself, a rare occasion. The Emperor came from the royal line appointed as guardians of the nation since the founding of the Empire millennia ago and while the power of the Empire had waned considerably since these glorious days, when nations throughout the regions trembled at the mention of Ogedei, the Emperor remained, consistent and unwavering. He had been raised in the confines of the Imperial Palace, as all who ascended to the throne had, and was educated by the finest professors throughout the lands. His companions were chosen from the appropriate families. The Imperial family lived a live detached from the rest of the nation. Ariq Böke had been anointed Emperor following the death of his father at the hands of the Great Devil, Britcan. He had grown up apart from his father whose live as Emperor was filled with guilty pleasures and a desire to open the nation to the world. He had come to detest his father bourgeois actions and the drain on the nation supporting such a lavish lifestyle. While he still maintained a small army of personal slaves, attendants and concubines to attend to his needs and desires, he considered his life to be simpler, more in keeping with what he perceived the nation to be.
He had spent the past few days in the company of the Estovakian Czar, a man who he had come to trust and whose opinion he valued greatly.

They had toured the nation, witnessed how his grand vision was transforming Ogedei, the new construction projects, the railway developments and most importantly the alterations in the structures of the armed forces. New equipment had been purchased with Estovakian money, advisors from the Estovakian forces had overseen a new structure and intensive training programs which without the nationalism ingrained in each person from birth could have broken lesser spirits.

Finally they returned to the Winter Palace in Yesügei to discuss matters currently at hand. The Syrakhstan question was a delicate one. She was one of the primary providers of oil to the alliance and that could not be allowed to be placed at risk, moreover the risk of a revolution spreading could not be tolerated. There was little doubt; the coalition would publically support the Sultaness in her efforts, while at the same time offering talks with the Ayatollah. Regardless of the outcome Syrakhstan was too valuable to isolate and the alliance would endeavor to prevent an internal manner from spreading beyond her borders while maintaining relations with each side.

The second issue was the official statement from the nation of the Taurenori states. Ariq Böke would never admit it but he had been forced to refer to his atlas to find this vast nation. Despite its size it had never had dealings with this region before but was in the processes of dispatching a vast armada to our waters to secure her oil supply. The Emperor actually felt fear upon reading this, the size and composition of the forces was far beyond the capabilities of the various regional armies. He was forced to question its motives; its scope was beyond what was necessary to assist with an internal matter of a comparatively small nation. Its extent led him to see this as an attempt by an outside world power to establish a foothold in our fair lands under the pretext of securing her supplies. On this matter he was in accordance with the Czar, the Taurenori States naval force must be intercepted an while no hostile actions would be taken without provocation any attempt to enter alliance territorial waters would be met with absolute resistance.

The final matter discussed was the desire of the Czar to expand and further integrate the two nations. This was surprisingly perhaps the easiest decision to reach. Ogedei was a peripheral nation with a relatively small armed forces and a severe lack of funds. Estovakian monies had helped to rebuild a nation. For a small sacrifice of national pride far more would be gained. Each Empire would maintain their own laws and Internal Policies while foreign policy would be decided by mutual consent of the Emperors. The armed forces would remain as separate bodies while an oversight commission would be created to expand joint operations and the rapid reaction force would be expanded to 50,000 men from each nation.

Ariq Böke glanced at his companion, the Czar, and nodded. Both men walked forward onto the podium on the balcony overlooking the parade square. He saw the rows of soldiers and smiled to himself despite the chill. Several minutes were spent overseeing his forces salute and the playing of the anthem. The cameras were ready to broadcast this historic event to the world.
He was an imposing man, almost two metres tall and well built, a swimmer in his youth. When he spoke he was a man of few words but spoke in an enchanting but still imposing manner. There was both an echo of seduction and malice in his words. Those who listened would do well to heed their meaning.

Children of Ogedei,

Our nation has seen many changes over the past several years however the one thing which has remained constant is the dedication and respect of our armed men. Your courage and valor has seen us through countless trials since the days of Loki and now I ask for you to gather your strength as once again we are at a time of change and with all changes there are difficulties.

I stand before you today to announce the creation of the Kingdoms and Lands Represented by the Imperial Court of Ogedei and the lands of the Czar of Estovakia. This dual monarchy will encompass lands across the Commonwealth and stretching into the Confederation. We are two peoples in one nation, indivisible.

This should be a time of great celebration however the mood is darkened by the external threats we face. The nation of Syrakhstan once again poses more questions then she answers and is in a time of strife. While this is an internal matter for the nation we must offer her our support in this time of need. We have agreed to dispatch a joint carrier group to the water off the Syrakhstan coast to assist in any and all endeavors.
A second and perhaps more foreboding danger has also risen. The Taurenori states, a vast nation of enviable power has set her sights on our fair lands and has dispatched a vast armada to the shores of the Commonwealth. This is a provocation without equal and whatever noble intentions she presents we must consider her actions with suspension. It is the decision of the Dual Empires to send a fleet to intercept her armada and ascertain her true intentions while escorting her through the dangerous waters of the Commonwealth. We ask the other nations of the Commonwealth to put past differences aside in the face of such a peril.

I expect your courage and loyalty in the face of this existential threat. And now I will ask the Czar to address our nations.

He saluted to the crowd and took a step back, gesturing to his friend to take centre stage.

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Chagatai, the Odegei ambassador to Syrakhstan, was sat in the back of his state car, the air-conditioning was not working as usual and sweat ran down his fleshy cheeks, dripping off his chin and staining his shirt which was already stretched thin over the rolling fat of his stomach. This was no way to travel, he was a diplomat on an important mission, deemed necessary by his government to meet with the Sultaness and now he would arrive looking little better than the roasted pig he had for dinner.

Finally they arrived at the gates of the Palace, an impressive building and under normal circumstances he would pause to gaze at the walls and impressive ornaments however there was little time and he had pressing. He attempted to inform the guard of his meeting with the Sultaness in his broken SyrakhstanI, with little success before handing over a piece of paper with his identification, written by his secretary which explained his purpose to the guard. He then sat back and wiped the sweat from his brow and waited.

[Estovakia 13]

The Czar was now in the spotlight with his full military Army Infantry Uniform and its rows of medals for all to see. For those who have yet to know me, I'm Vasivilov Kapalkin Smirnov. First Emperor of the Estovakian Empire. Yes we are the ones who out of brotherhood have rebuild your nation. The things my friend have declared are true. Its a time of celebration but one of our neighbors is in turmoil. Not to mention the fact that an outsider has stepped in. A Fleet consisting of vast Estovakian and Ogedei ships as the 1st Red Star Armada is on intercept rout to this outsiders. Our intentions is to find out their full intentions and to escort them in our waters. If deemed a threat then we will continue diplomacy, War is our last resort. You Ogedeis have the finest soldiers thanks to our programs. If need be we will stand together with honour and do our duties. I hope it does not come to that, we will take care off our regional problems. If they are to assist then let them join us on the field of honour, side by side. I know that her Majesty in Syrakhstan is watching, we would like for everyone to have a chance to talk in a peace conference along with the Ayatollah. This is also my direct response to the communique of the Grand Master for I know he is watching. The Duel Empire, You Ogedeis are good soldiers and I know that the new training programs are harsh. Especially for those in the Officer Academies and elite Guards Units. I ask for a small secrafice in national pride from all of you. Including the School programs for the Civilians have it just as tough. Soldiers take pride in the fact that you made it trough training, Officer and Enlisted. Take pride in the fact that you are better then before. Take pride in the fact that YOU get to wear the Uniform. You could have gone to run your own business and sleep in peace. but instead you choose a hire calling, protecting the rights of our nation, I salute you. And the Civilians who are the life blood of our nation. They are the future Soldiers, Teachers, and Entrepreneur, and Scientist. You guys are the real strength of the nation. War and Peace, Industry and Economy, Life and Death. EVERYONE TAKE PRIDE IN WHO YOU ARE RIGHT NOW FOR WE ALL SHARE THE SAME BURDEN!! Soldiers and Civilians, Long live Estovakia, long live Ogedei, Long live our Empire!!

With that the huge cheers and chantings can be herd all accross the Empire. Vasivilov turned and motion for his friends turn. Before his friend could address the crowed he said to his friend: well now we need a national name and a flag that combines ours?