Discovery of a New World [MT, Open, LAND STILL AVAILABLE!!!]

[The Great Korean Empire]

The Second Wave of Settlers Arrive This Time Bringing Over 80,000 Settlers and Over 50,000 Miltary Personal. Some Additional 250 GKE Tanks, 100 Artillery Systems, and 150 Aircraft Are Brought In. Equipment, Food, Drink, and Machines Are Also Brought In. The Towns Boundaries Are Now Expanding Rapidly as New Ones Are Built. The Building Of Several Power Plants Began. A GKE Naval Fleet Patrols GKE Colony Waters, As Minerals Such As Iron and Coal Are Found In The Mines. After The Natives Are Meet The Koreans Greet Them Through A Language Translator.

[Aleckandor]

The Second Wave of Settlers Arrive This Time Bringing Over 80,000 Settlers and Over 50,000 Miltary Personal. Some Additional 250 GKE Tanks, 100 Artillery Systems, and 150 Aircraft Are Brought In. Equipment, Food, Drink, and Machines Are Also Brought In. The Towns Boundaries Are Now Expanding Rapidly as New Ones Are Built. The Building Of Several Power Plants Began. The 4th Naval Fleet Patrols GKE Colony Waters, As Minerals Such As Iron and Coal Are Found In The Mines. After The Natives Are Meet The Koreans Greet Them Through A Language Translator. Supplies and 3,000 Outdated Lee-Enfield Mk.3 Bolt-Action Rifles, PM M1910s, And G98 Bolt-Action Rifles Are Offered To The Natives As Well As Training And Ammunition. A Additional 50 Lewis Guns and Ammo Are Offered Along With A Pair of 7.7 cm FK 96 Artillery Guns And Ammo To Sweeten The Deal. All This In Exchange For Good Relations, Trade, and Knowledge of the Terrain. Training Will Also Be Provided.

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Aleckandor, from our assets in Fairhaven, wishes to initiate intercontinental trade with the Greater Korean Empire's Colony on the New Continent. We feel that a mutual economic benefactor will come about if Alecko-Korean commerce takes a foothold, and to a greater extent, relations can solidify and mutual defense of both of our bordering colonies (ours to the west of the bay, yours in the east) can become a political reality. Aleckandor has shale gas and precious minerals to trade for GKE metal ores; we feel that the trade of these important natural materials will be most profitable to both parties. Therefore, we offer your country's merchant vessels access to our waters and ports, in the hopes that you respond in kind as well.

[The Great Korean Empire]

We Agree To All Terms Of Aleckandor And Grant Aleckandor Merchant Vessels Access To Our Waters and Ports.

[Aleckandor]

We Agree To All Terms Of Aleckandor And Grant Aleckandor Merchant Vessels Access To Our Waters and Ports.

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Aleckandor is grateful that you have considered and accepted our offer. We have reports that our shipping is already en route to Korean Colonial harbors to conduct trade and transactions. This is bound to be very good for the both our two great nation-states. Again, we thank you. Hail Aleck. Hail The Revolution. Hail Democracy.

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~ Private Aleckandorean gas carrier ship preparing to dock at GKE Port in the February of 2013.

[Slipspacia]

The captain raises his eyebrow and says "Are you sure you only want to trade 1.5 tons of food for 1 ton of metals (steel and metal)? I mean, we have 122.5 tons of metals we can trade. Also, if possible, we would like to have a couple samples of your everyday technology."
OOC: the armada is still at yellow alert, we are a cautious people.

The Sergeant then grabs a MP3 Player, a Phone, and grabs some of the entertainment supplies, kitchen appliances, and everyday stuff that the Prussians used, and then said in German: "We are getting massive samples. Bring in the boxes!" The boxes of the everyday things are pulled into the dock, waiting for the mysterious nation to receive the now 1.8 Tons of food and the samples of everyday tech.

The commander orders one of the barges to surface at the docks and unload/load the items, 2 tons of high quality steel is unloaded, while the food and samples are loaded, after they are checked for trackers and poisons(we are a cautious people). Then the commander hands the Sargent his sidearm, 2 spare batteries for it, and a powerful solar charger for the batteries. He tells the commander (with a slightly metallic tone due to the translator) "Please take this as a sign of goodwill, and do not open the gun, the self destruct of somebody opening the gun is on the multi-megaton level. may our nations flourish and our relations improve. With that, he returns to his ship. when the cargo barge finally finished loading, every visible ship in the armada dived under the water and started to head back towards Phoenixian land. They however kept a submerged stealth Battle Unit near the Prussian land in case the colony/city/settlement ever needs help.

[Slipspacia]

The leader of the new nation of phoenix sends several traders to Zeraxia to deliver a gift, comprising of 10 metric tons of high quality steel, and to obtain samples of zeraxian technology. Floating above the trading force, is a stealthed Rapid Deployment carrier along with its complement of units, just in case anything goes wrong.

[Great Holy Prussia]

Once the mean Prussian sent the Native to the Insane Asylum, the man at the front desk said: "Sorry. Can't take this guy. He is very normal." The Prussian said: "HE SPEAKS ALIEN! PUT HIM IN RIGHT NOW!" The man at the front desk said: "Nope. He is probably a native." He then calls police to take the Prussian away for murder, and then tries to help the native, trying to compensate him for the damage that has been done by the murderer.

[Ryaanistan]

The conflict between the newly formed colony, Democratic Republic of Khamir, and Prussia regarding the natives had quickly subsided. Marking the first encounter between the 2 hostile colonies. As travel continued towards the colony, officials began thinking about establishing the colony as it's own country under the guise and protection of Ryaanistan.

Michael Bolshevik stood up to the crowd that had gathered in the streets of Leninton in celebration of the colony's stabilization.

"MY GLORIOUS COMRADES!" he shouted to the crowd , listening as they cheered.

"You, the people have built this! We built this!"

"And together we will keep this!!"

"Together we will build an Island superpower! and soon the world will know the might of the Ryaanistan empire!"

"Starting with you, the people, and the glorious DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF KHAMIR!"

The crowd cheered, as the national anthem of Ryaanistan played, tanks rolled through the streets, and the people celebrated.

People's Commissar, Michael Bolshevik (to the right)

Current Approx Population: 1 Million Settlers
Army: 400,000 soldiers

[Aleckandor]

Title: The Enclave, Our Enclave
Composer: Captain 'Fiskar Rillehdym', GANF (Grand Aleckandorean Naval Force)
Melody: SEE HERE.
Lyrics:

For widespread fields, and summer yields,
And to gentle seas underneath the breeze;
To the verdant plains: the land's veins,
With gold and silver to be told!

This is The Enclave, Our Enclave!
Among us, is not one slave;
We shan't ever cave,
All attacks, we'll stave,
By the toil we gave;
Our freedom, to save!

All should stand as one, hard hearts are none,
By the Founder's will, we get our fill;
We love this place: and by God's grace,
The brave shall keep the Enclave!

[Great Holy Prussia]

Due to the recent military parades in Khamir, Prussia has decided to send in 400 000 Soldiers to the fortifications, to reinforce the north coast. The Prussian Navy has also sent in 5 Aircraft Carriers, 5 Destroyers, and 5 Submarines to strengthen the coast more. The 5 Aircraft Carriers have 10 Jet Fighters and 10 Stealth Bombers for each Carrier.

[Slipspacia]

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To Great Holy Prussia
Encryption: Maximum

Our intelligence forces has detected several large troop movements in Khamir.  As such, we would like to station several of our airborne and naval forces alongside you as a gesture of goodwill.  May our nations flourish and our people succeed. 

-SS


OOC: when somebody becomes the leader of this nation, they loose their name and are called SS, as both a title and name.

[Zeraxia]

OCC:I think you guys missed my post on page 3.

[Great Holy Prussia]

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To Great Holy Prussia
Encryption: Maximum

Our intelligence forces has detected several large troop movements in Khamir.  As such, we would like to station several of our airborne and naval forces alongside you as a gesture of goodwill.  May our nations flourish and our people succeed. 

-SS


OOC: when somebody becomes the leader of this nation, they loose their name and are called SS, as both a title and name.

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To: The SS
Encryption: Maximum

We thank you for your intelligence. We might send in more spies into Ryaanistan and Khamir to check on an estimate: How many forces are they willing to defend their colony, because Prussia will dominate these dirty socialist communists, and the Kaiser will step on to the roof of the Governmental Building of Khamir to claim victory and plant the glorious flag of Prussia onto the roof, with the Ryaanistanis in shame to make an empire. Shall the Kaiser and the SS live forever!

-Kaiser Eberhard

Zeraxian Colony, 2000 hours
The colonists, just having landed named the new colony Zatark, founded Zatark City as well as Nova Wolfham, after the city of Wolfham in Zeraxia. Upon the arrival of the Slipspacian traders, the colonist promptly gave them crates upon crates of their everyday tech, such as phones, office computers, calculators, Music players, radios, televisions, video game consoles, among various other everyday things. There were also a few higher tech things given, such as a supercomputer (which were becoming more common as the price dropped), a hyper-efficient car engine and a mach 4 jet engine, glasses with HUD, an MP3 player and various other things attached, extremely large, hyper-HD TVs, and a superphone, as it was called. They also gave the traders a gift of 5 tons of food, having received orders to try and get on the good side of this nation. They also mentioned the possibility of a free trade compact with the fleet.

ZS Man-Bear-Pig, 2000 hours
As he heard the kaiser's voice, Denis once again sat upright again and then cleared his throat. "Well kaiser, who's glorious voice I bask in," he started, "I would like to offer you a 3-year non-aggression pact with Zeraxia. This would, upon it's emplacement, keep both of our nations from declaring war on each other. Unless you wish to declare war on Zeraxia, I don't see a reason to refuse that. The second thing I would like to offer you is a trade pact between our nations. Are there any things your colony needs?"

The Kaiser, after sending a message to the SS of the mysterious nation, he went and said: "Well. I would accept a Non-Aggression pact with Zeraxia, and we don't really need any more things to import, so, can the Prussians start importing some joy to Zeraxia? Probably some booze? If booze is allowed to your country. I don't know if drink is more or less of a joy to Zeraxia, as it is with the Prussians.

OOC: YOU HAPPY NOW?

[Zeraxia]

When Zeraxian colonists landed at their designated locations, they immediately began to construct tent towns. Theses were vast areas filled with tents, and the only roads were dirt ones.

Also constructed were many dirt airstrips, providing planes somewhere to land. Electricians were assigned the task of hooking up some landing lights to make night landings much easier.

Also, make-shift docks have been constructed in Zatark City. Conversion into modern-day docks is planned.

Also, housing plans are in development.

ZS Man-Bear-Pig, 2010 hours
"Oh yes kaiser," Denis began, "booze is very much allowed in Zeraxia. Now, I would love to accept you offer but it just so happens that Zeraxia already has a surplus of beer. Now, I must be off, if you do not have anything else to offer me."
With that, the ZS-Man-Bear-Pig began to depart from the Prussian shore, with the chancellor still at the comms.

[Neo-Assyrian Empire]

The president was interested in this new land. His country had always been confined to their current boundries. Everytime they set up a colony, it failed. However, President Oplekson wasn't going to let this one fail. Not this time. He announced to the citizens of his nation that he required 2,000 citizens to make the journey to the new land. But, within an hour of the speech, more than 10,000 voulenteered. It was great. He selected 3,000 of them to go to the new lands, aswell as 750 soldiers. They set off to the new lands a day ago, and now the land was within sight. Captain Ryorph was on the deck at the time of the sighting. "It's land..." he mumbled, "It's land! Tell the passengers that we have spotted land and that we shall dock in the next hour."
They were landing in an area dubbed "Phortys Bay" by the captain, after the god of water in ancient Neo-Assyrian religions. They could see it now. They were to land in an area filled with trees and what seemed to be some foothills. They were excited for the land-fall.

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[Ryaanistan]

The arrival of the Neo-Assyrian Empire is news to the Democratic Republic of Khamir.

Michael Bolshevik stared out at the coast of Khamir, sighing at the sunset.

"Messenger!"

A young colonist enters the room.

"I want you to send a message to the Neo-Assyrian Empire, tell them that we are willing to trade some food and medical supplies with them in exchange for good relations. We are here for the glory of Ryaanistan, and that glory is not glory without friends to celebrate it with, they will also need the supplies if their colony is to survive the first few years here"

"Yes sir!" the messenger says before running out of the room.

[Aleckandor]

15 February 2013 | The Central Statehouse, Outpost 1127, Fairhaven | 1120 Hours

"Clearly," the GALA military officer spoke to the newly-elected Resident Controller of Fairhaven, "The Prussians clearly aren't very tolerant folks. I mean, I imagine most of Aleckandor doesn't hearken to the socialist Internationale, but as long as they give to their folks the rights and liberties of all people, then we don't got a problem, eh?" He spit his chocolate chewing gum into the trash receptacle as he took his seat at the pristine marble desk of the Chairman, 'Delsso Pirsenn' of MkAelfizh, Dutilos. Pirsenn folded his arms on his desk and smiled.

"Yes, yes, you are right my boy." he said as he looked out the sunny window. Some colonial children were playing with kites around the construction site of the new Marine barracks, and few others were just basking in the inlet light. He couldn't imagine any of them to be tortured souls born into a life of laborious bondage, much like Delsso remembered starkly before the Revolution that freed the people of Northern Yervhenn and saw the rise of his new nation out of the fires of war. All of his hopes rode on this new generation of Aleckandoreans, this new generation of builders and warriors ready to preserve and spread democracy the world around.

Just then, three soft knocks came at the door, to which both men looked in the general direction.

"It's open!" he necessitated, to which his young female secretary entered.

"Here's the latest report on the situation in Khamir, sir." she exacted with a smile before turning around after she placed the orange dossier on his desk.

"Thank you, Rhuvikow." he politely said shortly before she exited and closed the door behind her. The Army officer, Captain Solascieon, legendary veteran to the Eviction War, 1st Jinwoyin War, and the St. Basil's Conflict, whistled thereafter when she was gone. The Resident Controller chuckled and shook his head with a mild yet humorous show of disappointment in the lad. Young soldiers these days, he thought to himself as he began going through the papers. He maintained a neutral face as the information was disseminated to him in black ink and attached satellite photographs by BOBA (Black Operations Brigade Aleckandor).

"Nothing new?" asked the Captain.

"Actually," began the old and infirm Chairman of the Fairhavenite Enclave, "The Prussians just signed a Non-Aggression Pact with the Zeraxians. Apparently, they've been allies before in some other conflict of which I forgot the name of...oh that's right, in Kaltvolk. Sometimes a geezer like me can forget recent history, you know? Time just rolls on by when you're an elder, Captain."

"So it seems. What of Ryaanistan's colony?" the young military man further queried.

"Ah, well this is a good one!" exclaimed the Resident Controller as he took one of the papers and handed it for Solascieon to skim. Looking up from the paper with an obvious smile, he began a nod of approval as he responded to this.

"This...this is excellent, Mr. Chairman. The Ryaanistani government's giving Aleckandor permission to deploy troops on their soil! Lucky, lucky me!"

The Chairman smiled. This boy's thirsty for blood, if I say so myself, he mentally commented before turning his attentions to his computer monitor after a sudden window of an e-mail appeared. "Oh, what could this be?" He clicked on it and read the contents. Still maintaining his face of utter neutrality, he turned to his subordinate again.

"Looks like Pandomonita wants the 9th TF to deploy straight away, seeing as they're the only battle-ready units available in the local region." he shortly disseminated, then peered straight into the eyes of his 22-year old counterpart. "You're Marine Orders are in ship-shape condition, I presume?"

"Born for battle, sir." he said, as he stood up to salute with a prideful heart about to leap out of his chest. The Chairman gave a positive chuckle. "Alright, son, it'd be best if you go now and inform your soldiers. There's gun-work needs doing if it ever comes."

"Right." acknowledged Solascieon as he stood at attention for three seconds and walked out of the office with haste. The tanks needed to be fueled up and reloaded onto the landing craft to link up with the preparing combat flotillas.

Afterwards, Delsso returned to his papers. A more important bulletin that was on there told of the arrival of the Neo-Assyrian Empire on the northern side of the New Continent. This was definitely good for both business and for the political drama that may precede a war that is nigh. He had already secured a stable economic relationship with the Koreans to the east on their side of the bay; it would be best if he could make a friend or two with the Neo-Assyrians. He smiled and began composing an informal message to President Oplekson.

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Greetings,

The Eon-Confederacy Of Aleckandor offers you our best wishes in your endeavors to civilize and benefit from the New Continent. I would like to open some trade routes with you; Fairhaven is the largest exporter of shale gas and precious metals in the region, and we certainly believe that a lane of commerce between us will certainly be a profitable venture, will it not? Anyhow, I come to you now to present a very difficult matter to you. In recent days since the discovery of the Continent, the countries of Great Holy Prussia and Zeraxia are putting immense pressure on the sovereign colony of Ryaanistan. Prussian artillery guns line the western coast of the Democratic Republic Of Khamir, and they have a Non-Aggression Pact with Zeraxia. I implore you to be a reliable friend and representative of democracy and freedom in the world, and stand with us Aleckandoreans and our unusual Ryaanistani allies against the tyrannical hordes of GHP and Zeraxia. Together, perhaps, we can bring peace and prosperity for all who wish to share in the New Continent's wonders and riches.

With Regards,
C.A.E.F. Chairman 'Delsso Pirsenn'

[Neo-Assyrian Empire]

Ron was sitting at his mohoganny desk in the capitol building. He was looking at some reconnasince photographs from the frontlines of another war the nation was in. He was about to type a report on the battle until a ping was heard through the speakers. The president opened up the message from the Chairman. He read it with interest. "Hmm... this new continent is anything but peaceful." Then he replied to the message

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To: Mr. Chairman
From: President Oplekson
With all of the commotion on this continent, I think the new colony will need an ally in order to survive. I accept your offer. I will send over 100 of our soldiers in the area for protection in your colony. I will also make sure that they will bring resources with them to give to your colonists. I hope that this pact between our nations will lead to a prosperous future, through war and peace. ~ Ron Oplekson

[Great Holy Prussia]

15 February 2013 | The Central Statehouse, Outpost 1127, Fairhaven | 1120 Hours

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"Clearly," the GALA military officer spoke to the newly-elected Resident Controller of Fairhaven, "The Prussians clearly aren't very tolerant folks. I mean, I imagine most of Aleckandor doesn't hearken to the socialist Internationale, but as long as they give to their folks the rights and liberties of all people, then we don't got a problem, eh?" He spit his chocolate chewing gum into the trash receptacle as he took his seat at the pristine marble desk of the Chairman, 'Delsso Pirsenn' of MkAelfizh, Dutilos. Pirsenn folded his arms on his desk and smiled.

"Yes, yes, you are right my boy." he said as he looked out the sunny window. Some colonial children were playing with kites around the construction site of the new Marine barracks, and few others were just basking in the inlet light. He couldn't imagine any of them to be tortured souls born into a life of laborious bondage, much like Delsso remembered starkly before the Revolution that freed the people of Northern Yervhenn and saw the rise of his new nation out of the fires of war. All of his hopes rode on this new generation of Aleckandoreans, this new generation of builders and warriors ready to preserve and spread democracy the world around.

Just then, three soft knocks came at the door, to which both men looked in the general direction.

"It's open!" he necessitated, to which his young female secretary entered.

"Here's the latest report on the situation in Khamir, sir." she exacted with a smile before turning around after she placed the orange dossier on his desk.

"Thank you, Rhuvikow." he politely said shortly before she exited and closed the door behind her. The Army officer, Captain Solascieon, legendary veteran to the Eviction War, 1st Jinwoyin War, and the St. Basil's Conflict, whistled thereafter when she was gone. The Resident Controller chuckled and shook his head with a mild yet humorous show of disappointment in the lad. Young soldiers these days, he thought to himself as he began going through the papers. He maintained a neutral face as the information was disseminated to him in black ink and attached satellite photographs by BOBA (Black Operations Brigade Aleckandor).

"Nothing new?" asked the Captain.

"Actually," began the old and infirm Chairman of the Fairhavenite Enclave, "The Prussians just signed a Non-Aggression Pact with the Zeraxians. Apparently, they've been allies before in some other conflict of which I forgot the name of...oh that's right, in Kaltvolk. Sometimes a geezer like me can forget recent history, you know? Time just rolls on by when you're an elder, Captain."

"So it seems. What of Ryaanistan's colony?" the young military man further queried.

"Ah, well this is a good one!" exclaimed the Resident Controller as he took one of the papers and handed it for Solascieon to skim. Looking up from the paper with an obvious smile, he began a nod of approval as he responded to this.

"This...this is excellent, Mr. Chairman. The Ryaanistani government's giving Aleckandor permission to deploy troops on their soil! Lucky, lucky me!"

The Chairman smiled. This boy's thirsty for blood, if I say so myself, he mentally commented before turning his attentions to his computer monitor after a sudden window of an e-mail appeared. "Oh, what could this be?" He clicked on it and read the contents. Still maintaining his face of utter neutrality, he turned to his subordinate again.

"Looks like Pandomonita wants the 9th TF to deploy straight away, seeing as they're the only battle-ready units available in the local region." he shortly disseminated, then peered straight into the eyes of his 22-year old counterpart. "You're Marine Orders are in ship-shape condition, I presume?"

"Born for battle, sir." he said, as he stood up to salute with a prideful heart about to leap out of his chest. The Chairman gave a positive chuckle. "Alright, son, it'd be best if you go now and inform your soldiers. There's gun-work needs doing if it ever comes."

"Right." acknowledged Solascieon as he stood at attention for three seconds and walked out of the office with haste. The tanks needed to be fueled up and reloaded onto the landing craft to link up with the preparing combat flotillas.

Afterwards, Delsso returned to his papers. A more important bulletin that was on there told of the arrival of the Neo-Assyrian Empire on the northern side of the New Continent. This was definitely good for both business and for the political drama that may precede a war that is nigh. He had already secured a stable economic relationship with the Koreans to the east on their side of the bay; it would be best if he could make a friend or two with the Neo-Assyrians. He smiled and began composing an informal message to President Oplekson.

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Greetings,

The Eon-Confederacy Of Aleckandor offers you our best wishes in your endeavors to civilize and benefit from the New Continent. I would like to open some trade routes with you; Fairhaven is the largest exporter of shale gas and precious metals in the region, and we certainly believe that a lane of commerce between us will certainly be a profitable venture, will it not? Anyhow, I come to you now to present a very difficult matter to you. In recent days since the discovery of the Continent, the countries of Great Holy Prussia and Zeraxia are putting immense pressure on the sovereign colony of Ryaanistan. Prussian artillery guns line the western coast of the Democratic Republic Of Khamir, and they have a Non-Aggression Pact with Zeraxia. I implore you to be a reliable friend and representative of democracy and freedom in the world, and stand with us Aleckandoreans and our unusual Ryaanistani allies against the tyrannical hordes of GHP and Zeraxia. Together, perhaps, we can bring peace and prosperity for all who wish to share in the New Continent's wonders and riches.

With Regards,
C.A.E.F. Chairman 'Delsso Pirsenn'

The Kaiser, nervous for an attack in the east of the island, sends More men to the east coast. 500 000 Reserve Soldiers to be exact. They will be arriving in 2 Days, in a Transport ship, guarded by 5 Submarines. He has also got men that has found blueprints for a Mine Clearer that the Democratic Prussians left behind. He has decided to manufacture these in the Island, and production starts in a day. Tanks are also being sent to Transport Ships, being sent to the north fortification. War might be inevitable. Some spies are being sent to all colonies, except Zeraxia, and the mysterious Nation.

[The Great Korean Empire]

The Third Wave of Settlers Have Arrived Bringing Over 300,000 Settlers and Over 700,000 Military Personal. They Had Been Traveling For Several Days. They Had Left A Few Days After The Second Wave of Settlers. An Additional 700 GKE Tanks, 500 Artillery Systems, and 250 Aircraft Have Arrived. More Mines Have Been Built As Gold and Tin Have Been Discovered. A Rail Transport System Is Begin Built, While Factories Are Being To Produce Supplies. The First Ever GKE Colony Power Plant Is Finished Bringing Power To The People. Many Farms Are Finished So Crops Are Planted. While Livestock Produce Goods Such As Wool, Meat, and Leather. Oil Has Also Been Discovered In The GKE Colony. The GKE Offers The Natives 3,000 Outdated G98 Bolt-Action Rifles And Ammo Along With Training. All They Ask In Return Is Establishment of Trade and Knowledge of The Terrain. Also A Man Was Trying To Get Across The Border and Has Been Shot After He Tried To Resist. We Believe Him To Be A Spy And Possibly A Prussian. The Border Has Been Closed And Only Authorized Personal May Leave and Go. Security Has Been Tightened and The Military Has Been Put On Alert.

[Aleckandor]

Outpost 1127 Airfield, Fairhaven | 2335 Hours

"Hey you!" a GALA squad leader yelled at a man in the black hoodie with a camera past the fence. It was dark out, and the Fairhavenite Provisional Aerodrome was a restricted area. "We have night vision goggles! We can you see you! Identify yourself, citizen!" The troopers racked the safeties off of their weapons and began surrounding the hooded figure. "You better respond or we will fire upon you, sir!" the Aleckandorean soldier shouted. The barks of guard dogs in the distance were getting closer, and two machine-gun Humvees with lights began to converge from their road. The reconnaissance spy had nowhere else to go, lest the Aleckandoreans fill him full of holes without so much as a twitch of hesitation.

Central Statehouse, Outpost 1127, Fairhaven | 2350 Hours

"What?" the Chairman said as he lifted his back up from the mattress, "A goddamn spy?" The General on the phone was just as bewildered and furious as he was.

"Okay, okay, how the hell did he get past the patrols? And how did he get here anyway?", the Chairman continued as the exasperated voice of the officer responded.

"Submarine? Well, let me ask you this: you reckon he's a Prussian?" he then asked. The answer, the General did not seem to know.

"Apprehend him and bring back to the Outpost for immediate interrogation. Keep this quiet, however. I'll get the people of BOBA to send up one of their specialists. They'll know what to extract from him." He ended the call and began dialing a private number.

12 February 2013 | GAML Military Tent F17, Outpost 1127, Fairhaven | 0020 Hours

A little, windowless box of cold and hard composite material was erected in the middle of the vacant shroud. Inside was a metal-frame table, and the supposed spy chained to the one of the legs at his seat. There was a camera watching him with an audacious passion for scrutiny from the corner of the ceiling. Four men outside were brought in to monitor his vitals on the computers, tracking his nominal heart rate and neurological levels of his brain. The modern interrogation session was, indeed, very high tech stuff.

A solidly long minute passed and the airlock's dislodging hiss sounded as a man dressed in black with shades entered the darkness of the cell. He shown the lamp in the captured operative's face. He didn't look Aleckandorean at all, even though there were plenty of original foreigners whom were citizens of the Confederacy. However, the time and place he was at - and more importantly, what he was doing - were absolutely not okay to ignore. The Black Operations operative smiled at his subject, studying his features and analyzing his blunt facial expressions. Delicious prey, the interrogating officer thought to himself as he finally took his seat opposite from the man. This may be easier than I might've thought. Good for me, then.

"Hello son," the man started in an almost snakelike voice, "You seem like a nice fellow, y'know? But y'know..." the officer revealed a knife out of his pocket and placed it gingerly in front of himself, "I really don't like it when my country has to deal with punks...punks much like yourself. It's awfully annoying, and such." The grey eyes of the interrogator came into the light as he leaned in forward; they were piercingly menacing, almost as if they were staring into one's soul and ripping it out of its foundations. He sighed.

"You can just tell me all your troubles away, son. See, first off, I'd like to know where you come from." The eyes stared into the subject with a grievous frightfulness that such may be unmatched. The BOBA agent didn't look like a man of patience, especially since this was his very occupation.

Southeast Shore, The Democratic Republic Of Khamir | 1020 Hours

That morning, the Aleckandorean reinforcement contingency arrived to shore up along the defenses of the light Ryannistani garrison. Deciding that there was a race against time in strengthening the positions of Khamir, Aleckandorean military commanders directed Task Force 9 to land its 30,000 elite Marines and Regulars on the uninhabited coastal zones of the southeastern shore. Ryaanistani forces were there waiting to greet their heavy-duty Aleckandorean elite as LCACs and other hovercraft delivered vehicles and men to the shore with efficiency. Forward operating bases were established as these troops (with dozens of thousands more on the way out of East Taraka, due in a a day or so) spread across the DRK to dig in and coordinate with the Ryaanistani martial leadership structure.

Transport planes of the GAAF also began shuttling in more troops (+15,000 strong, many of them commando paratrooper units) and many assortments of munitions for both countries' aerial branches to use in combat. Three E-767 AWACS planes equipped with electronic jamming devices aboard were flown in all the way from Aleckandor and through her ring of island bases along the path. They would prove crucial in any future war scenario that would be bound to take place in this part of the New Continent. Aleckandorean fighter bombers landed in several military airports to report on stand-by to any Prussian invasion (or do the opposite: an invasion of Prussian colonial soil).

~ Deflated Marine Legion LCAC offloading IFVs, jeeps, and soldiers that morning on the beach.


~ Utility helicopter prepares to leave the Nimitz-Class AGNV Eocottus to deliver logistics supplies to the troops already on land.


~ A C-17 Globemaster III of the Grand Aleckandorean Air Force, carrying a platoon of
Para-Grenadiers and self-propelled artillery vehicles, about to land at a
Ryaanistani base's runway at dusk.


~ Aleckandorean troops set up an intermediate-range rocket launcher
facing towards Prussian forces on the other side of the strait.


~ GALA MLRS wheeled vehicle parked on the west coast of Khamir in preparation.


~ F-10 Vanguard fighters of the GAAF taxiing to the tarmac after landing at allied airstrip.

[Bonapartae]

The President of the Republic of Bonaparte has claimed this territory in the name of the Republic. It now falls under our jurisdiction. Currently 3 ships with 50,000 settlers each, 3 cargo ships with supplies, and a navel task force with 60,000 troops, 3 assault carriers, 8 destroyers, 8 causeries, and 10 submarines are on there way. The fleet should arrive tomorrow.

Sincerely,
Robert Adams
Secretary of State

[Great Holy Prussia]

Outpost 1127 Airfield, Fairhaven | 2335 Hours

"Hey you!" a GALA squad leader yelled at a man in the black hoodie with a camera past the fence. It was dark out, and the Fairhavenite Provisional Aerodrome was a restricted area. "We have night vision goggles! We can you see you! Identify yourself, citizen!" The troopers racked the safeties off of their weapons and began surrounding the hooded figure. "You better respond or we will fire upon you, sir!" the Aleckandorean soldier shouted. The barks of guard dogs in the distance were getting closer, and two machine-gun Humvees with lights began to converge from their road. The reconnaissance spy had nowhere else to go, lest the Aleckandoreans fill him full of holes without so much as a twitch of hesitation.

Central Statehouse, Outpost 1127, Fairhaven | 2350 Hours

"What?" the Chairman said as he lifted his back up from the mattress, "A goddamn spy?" The General on the phone was just as bewildered and furious as he was.

"Okay, okay, how the hell did he get past the patrols? And how did he get here anyway?", the Chairman continued as the exasperated voice of the officer responded.

"Submarine? Well, let me ask you this: you reckon he's a Prussian?" he then asked. The answer, the General did not seem to know.

"Apprehend him and bring back to the Outpost for immediate interrogation. Keep this quiet, however. I'll get the people of BOBA to send up one of their specialists. They'll know what to extract from him." He ended the call and began dialing a private number.

12 February 2013 | GAML Military Tent F17, Outpost 1127, Fairhaven | 0020 Hours

A little, windowless box of cold and hard composite material was erected in the middle of the vacant shroud. Inside was a metal-frame table, and the supposed spy chained to the one of the legs at his seat. There was a camera watching him with an audacious passion for scrutiny from the corner of the ceiling. Four men outside were brought in to monitor his vitals on the computers, tracking his nominal heart rate and neurological levels of his brain. The modern interrogation session was, indeed, very high tech stuff.

A solidly long minute passed and the airlock's dislodging hiss sounded as a man dressed in black with shades entered the darkness of the cell. He shown the lamp in the captured operative's face. He didn't look Aleckandorean at all, even though there were plenty of original foreigners whom were citizens of the Confederacy. However, the time and place he was at - and more importantly, what he was doing - were absolutely not okay to ignore. The Black Operations operative smiled at his subject, studying his features and analyzing his blunt facial expressions. Delicious prey, the interrogating officer thought to himself as he finally took his seat opposite from the man. This may be easier than I might've thought. Good for me, then.

"Hello son," the man started in an almost snakelike voice, "You seem like a nice fellow, y'know? But y'know..." the officer revealed a knife out of his pocket and placed it gingerly in front of himself, "I really don't like it when my country has to deal with punks...punks much like yourself. It's awfully annoying, and such." The grey eyes of the interrogator came into the light as he leaned in forward; they were piercingly menacing, almost as if they were staring into one's soul and ripping it out of its foundations. He sighed.

"You can just tell me all your troubles away, son. See, first off, I'd like to know where you come from." The eyes stared into the subject with a grievous frightfulness that such may be unmatched. The BOBA agent didn't look like a man of patience, especially since this was his very occupation.

Southeast Shore, The Democratic Republic Of Khamir | 1020 Hours

That morning, the Aleckandorean reinforcement contingency arrived to shore up along the defenses of the light Ryannistani garrison. Deciding that there was a race against time in strengthening the positions of Khamir, Aleckandorean military commanders directed Task Force 9 to land its 30,000 elite Marines and Regulars on the uninhabited coastal zones of the southeastern shore. Ryaanistani forces were there waiting to greet their heavy-duty Aleckandorean elite as LCACs and other hovercraft delivered vehicles and men to the shore with efficiency. Forward operating bases were established as these troops (with dozens of thousands more on the way out of East Taraka, due in a a day or so) spread across the DRK to dig in and coordinate with the Ryaanistani martial leadership structure.

Transport planes of the GAAF also began shuttling in more troops (+15,000 strong, many of them commando paratrooper units) and many assortments of munitions for both countries' aerial branches to use in combat. Three E-767 AWACS planes equipped with electronic jamming devices aboard were flown in all the way from Aleckandor and through her ring of island bases along the path. They would prove crucial in any future war scenario that would be bound to take place in this part of the New Continent. Aleckandorean fighter bombers landed in several military airports to report on stand-by to any Prussian invasion (or do the opposite: an invasion of Prussian colonial soil).

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~ Deflated Marine Legion LCAC offloading IFVs, jeeps, and soldiers that morning on the beach.

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~ Utility helicopter prepares to leave the Nimitz-Class AGNV Eocottus to deliver logistics supplies to the troops already on land.

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~ A C-17 Globemaster III of the Grand Aleckandorean Air Force, carrying a platoon of
Para-Grenadiers and self-propelled artillery vehicles, about to land at a
Ryaanistani base's runway at dusk.

(Image)
~ Aleckandorean troops set up an intermediate-range rocket launcher
facing towards Prussian forces on the other side of the strait.

(Image)
~ GALA MLRS wheeled vehicle parked on the west coast of Khamir in preparation.

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~ F-10 Vanguard fighters of the GAAF taxiing to the tarmac after landing at allied airstrip.

The Spy told them: "I'm a Prussian Democrat. I thought I could escape through here! The damn fascists can go suck it!" The Spy, was in fact, a double agent for the exiled Prussian Democrats in Wilheimsburg. "I need help with intel on the damn fascists! We have been exiled! Government had surrendered! Turns out they had saved us from some sort of attack. But, in return, Prussia became fascist. I still had contact with the Democrats, and they told me to infiltrate Fascist Prussia for intel, and to act as a spy for them if possible. I had to learn all the fascist ways. How to hail the so-called Great Kaiser, and all that fascist crap. Please, we must grow. I don't want the Fascists to get rid of us entirely, but until we attack, we must build up, and produce loads of men, and to sustain ourselves on the Democratic Colonies. The Damn Fascists want all of us to die. They even gave me a pack of C4 to blow up. But, I just discarded it once I arrived here. If you want. I know some secrets of the Fascists."

[Aleckandor]

The Spy told them: "I'm a Prussian Democrat. I thought I could escape through here! The damn fascists can go suck it!" The Spy, was in fact, a double agent for the exiled Prussian Democrats in Wilheimsburg. "I need help with intel on the damn fascists! We have been exiled! Government had surrendered! Turns out they had saved us from some sort of attack. But, in return, Prussia became fascist. I still had contact with the Democrats, and they told me to infiltrate Fascist Prussia for intel, and to act as a spy for them if possible. I had to learn all the fascist ways. How to hail the so-called Great Kaiser, and all that fascist crap. Please, we must grow. I don't want the Fascists to get rid of us entirely, but until we attack, we must build up, and produce loads of men, and to sustain ourselves on the Democratic Colonies. The Damn Fascists want all of us to die. They even gave me a pack of C4 to blow up. But, I just discarded it once I arrived here. If you want. I know some secrets of the Fascists."

The officer was sincerely intrigued. It was to his knowledge that there were such democratic factions in Great Holy Prussia prior to the fascist usurpations. He pressed at his earpiece, and the analysts outside told him that the spy's vitals seemed to be normal, indicating that he probably wasn't trying to hide anything. Chances couldn't be taken though; folding his hands together on the desk, the BOBA agent didn't discard his empirical tone towards the Prussian.

"Ah, so you admit you're Prussian. There, see? We're already off to an excellent start." he slyly jabbered. "I don't believe everything else just yet. Tell me exactly what brought you to the airfield. Then we'll talk, if you impress me. You have thirty seconds to explain. No more, no less. So shoot.

[Great Holy Prussia]

The Spy told them: "I'm a Prussian Democrat. I thought I could escape through here! The damn fascists can go suck it!" The Spy, was in fact, a double agent for the exiled Prussian Democrats in Wilheimsburg. "I need help with intel on the damn fascists! We have been exiled! Government had surrendered! Turns out they had saved us from some sort of attack. But, in return, Prussia became fascist. I still had contact with the Democrats, and they told me to infiltrate Fascist Prussia for intel, and to act as a spy for them if possible. I had to learn all the fascist ways. How to hail the so-called Great Kaiser, and all that fascist crap. Please, we must grow. I don't want the Fascists to get rid of us entirely, but until we attack, we must build up, and produce loads of men, and to sustain ourselves on the Democratic Colonies. The Damn Fascists want all of us to die. They even gave me a pack of C4 to blow up. But, I just discarded it once I arrived here. If you want. I know some secrets of the Fascists."

The officer was sincerely intrigued. It was to his knowledge that there were such democratic factions in Great Holy Prussia prior to the fascist usurpations. He pressed at his earpiece, and the analysts outside told him that the spy's vitals seemed to be normal, indicating that he probably wasn't trying to hide anything. Chances couldn't be taken though; folding his hands together on the desk, the BOBA agent didn't discard his empirical tone towards the Prussian.

"Ah, so you admit you're Prussian. There, see? We're already off to an excellent start." he slyly jabbered. "I don't believe everything else just yet. Tell me exactly what brought you to the airfield. Then we'll talk, if you impress me. You have thirty seconds to explain. No more, no less. So shoot.

The Double Agent talked: "The stupid Fascists dropped me off in a field near the Airfield, where I was sure that your Anti-Air would have killed me. I was in a Bomb Compartment of a Stealth Bomber, with no bombs at all. Once the Compartment Opened, I jumped out of there, as I would. I was to go in, and just walk around in the dark, to get intel. I would just give them false intel, and come back, making them think that the lies I gave to them were real. This was my first mission as a spy for the Fascists. They thought I was one of them. I learned how to hail the Kaiser in spy school, while the Revolutionary War was happening."