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Edelreich
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Postby Edelreich » Wed Nov 22, 2017 8:56 am

Address to the German People


Good evening to those in attendance and to the millions more watching at home, it is a pleasure to once again be inside these sacred halls of our nation. While the Reichstag is under a period of redevelopment following the ouster of the traitorous government, many felt it was necessary that I should speak directly to you, the German people who have fought so hard, and suffered so much for this day to come true.

The center of our revolutionary movement comes from you, the working man, the family who wishes only to live a happy and successful life, and raise them up a new generation of children, to see them grow as both individuals and citizens, and to one day pass on the torch of leadership to them. As you wish to bestow in your children a sense of morality and good nature, I wish to shape us a country that will do the same, to give every German a sense of duty, honor, citizenship, and a love of our country and people. Family is connected by blood and as Germans we are connected the same, with a common understanding of mankind and his fellowship on Earth.

It is with this drive, this goal of mine and all of our people united, that our movement succeeded in removing these antisocial elements of our society. It is with this spirit that every German shares that we will continue to move forward, to resolve all unfair dictations levied against us.

As with any good nation, we understand the necessity of security and defense for our people and our future. Just as with the Anglians or Arvenians, our people have no desire to see our land divided by a foreign hand and to be made an insignificant minority in our own country. We are just as strong as any other people of Europe, and our industrious nature is no less than an Anglian or Arvenian.

So it can be said that our previous alignment to the desires of Toronto wasn't out of weakness, but instead a malicious system misleading us all for another's gain.

Our actions of the German National Party has steered our course away from assured destruction, since the American government would have gladly spilled our blood in a Great European War to advantage them even a single quarter of the sacrifices that we would have paid; nearly three or four times greater than any Anglian or Arvenian ever would! They desired to see our nation in ruin and our families in chains if it would gain them against the perceived threat of Aeuria or the UFIN. For decades the dreaded system pushed us further and further away from the plight of our own people and instead to this internationalist cause that benefited us little. Our government, under influence of foreign powers, pushed for active conflict on the continent while simultaneously destroying our military traditions and crippling our economy. I do not think it's remiss or exaggeration to thank the Party for saving us from the claws of Hell.

But as our European unity has shown, all the nations of Europe have the will not to be misled and mistreated, and since our German people are no different in capability from an Anglian or Arvenian, it would not due for us to be a race of slaves for a foreign yoke. So the Party under my guidance as their leader acted in the only way possible, which was an organization of the German people into a fighting nation once more, with the interests and only ever the interests of our country coming first.

Therefore, while we desire to exist in this European world as a free and equal member, we are determined to remain what we are.

The German nation was at the brink of destruction before my assuming of office, with the forces of communism desiring to destroy any resemblance of the European balance of power and to degrade our culture and civilization. The German Nationalist movement has dealt no blow to the stability of Europe and to the future that we wish to share with in unison. We have had no harmful effect, whereas the collapse of our nation and the expansion of the Red revolt would have delivered a blow to the European order and economy that virtually all American-aligned statesmen seem to have no grasp of. If such a curious European statesmen would wish to educate himself on such conditions, then I would advise him to look nowhere else than our southern border; where the Alpine regions have been turned into a force dedicated to destroying the European condition.

Yet this situation is ignored, and I and my Party members derided by some for desiring to protect our nation from harm and total destruction! We have been looked upon as a foe for rebuilding relations with Scandinavia; for solidifying our eastern relations with Noihara and Nowistrana; and for the cooling of emotions between us and UFIN as a whole. These criticisms always fail to understand the symptoms of decay in Europe, and work to place this blame on movements like ours, which seek only a restoration of the European identity, and the nations that call it home.

We are no less a peaceful nation than any other peoples in Europe, and this condition is easily shown through the easiness of which we were tricked into a foreign system; of which bribes and backroom dealing replaced the rule of law and the will of the German people. The administration has worked tirelessly to improve our way of life since the revolution, and the German Nationalist management will continue to improve our economy, reinstate the lost tradition of our military and to mend the broken schism between state and family, nation and citizen. If the powers that be in Anglia or Arvene, or even America, continue to desire us in serfdom to a strange master, than naturally as a European people we must resist.

We will fight where necessary, to defend our people from further exploitation and harm, and to grow a new European identity based on national consensus and tradition! To reestablish the European world as the rightful hierarch of global civilization! To prevent the foreign encroachment of antisocial elements into our society first, and every other society second.

As such it becomes necessary to defend our good people from harm, and as our diplomatic efforts continue to right these misconceptions, and as I work tirelessly to protect and grow our people's society, our military and national spirit will endure any hardship. In consideration with the General Staff of our armed forces we shall embark on a new course of self-defense, one that requires a substantial development of military arms and equipment, as well as young patriotic men to fill the ranks. Our border represents the beginning of our land, of our own flesh and capital, of our industry and society, of German civilization itself; if we must mark every single meter with a soldier to defend this existence, than let it be so.

Our armed forces will be reorganized immediately into a new nationalist fighting force composed of German tradition and spirit, with the capability to resist any assault against our sovereignty with both force of arms and self-perseverance. This 'Reichswehr' will be the physical reality of our nation and people made manifest, and will not be co-opted against the wishes of our nation, nor will it be ignored and allowed to fester for a banker's gain and a investor's profit!

This is the new future of our country! Our nation! Our people! Our Edelreich!

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Edafos
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Postby Edafos » Wed Nov 22, 2017 2:47 pm

Seuthopolis, Thracian Tomeas

The Imperial fortress city of Seuthopolis stands as the northern bastion of Edafos in the Thracian Tomeas. Home to some two million imperial citizens - though it should be noted that imperial censuses are often horribly inaccurate - Seuthopolis is often the first place where threats of outside xenous influence can be found, and as such is monitored with the utmost care by the Inquisition. Heretics and the corrupted opponents of the Emperor can often be found far beneath the streets in ancient underground tunnels and caverns, all seeking to spread their contrary ideas throughout the Empire. Though always futile, their sometimes fanatic beliefs preserver before being crushed.

'Communist filth!' Inquisitor Agetos shouted with total rage at the leader of an underground communist cell and firing several rounds into his chest. The makeshift bunker held up by wooden beams and lit by candlelight and gunfire was in total chaos as the cells members struggled and screamed in agony as they were brutally slaughtered by the superior armed and trained Inquisitors.

'You refuse to see the truth behind this bloated and rotten imperium of lies!' he responded attempting to crawl away from the Inquisitor who had removed all mercy from his mind. 'We will prevail! Not today, but soon. Even if it takes a thousand-' Agetos had grown sick of the cell leader's tirade, now he was silent following a bullet to the skull. The cell leader could not possibly understand how insignificant and unimportant the he - and his actions - were in the grand scheme. He was not the first and would likely not be the last, these truths only bolstering Agetos's hatred towards the men and women here whose bodies now littered the ground and soaking it with a layer of blood.

'Inquisitor Agetos' one said, his face obscured by his protective mask and the darkness of the room they stood in, now silent. 'The last of these red scum have been dealt with.'

'Good' Agetos said reloading his empty pistol stained with the blood of the cell members. 'We should proceed with collecting anything valuable for evaluation. The rest... We torch. We're far enough underground that the filthy populace won't notice anything'.

'Yes sir'.
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Europa Commune
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Postby Europa Commune » Thu Nov 23, 2017 12:54 am

Address to the World

(Distributed, in some cases illegally, over a number of different media, including being picked up by some news programs, physical copies, and in this case, as a worldwide radio broadcast)[/i]

"In the great struggle for freedom and liberty that is a revolution, there can always be found in some ways a success. In Europe, these are great, and seem to be reaching near unprecedented success; a vast red beacon shining on the world. However, it would seem that this great light is merely a drop in a vast ocean of hostility, oppression, and destruction of what has so far pushed forward the Human Civilization as a whole. In some senses it seems that the entire world is a bleak and empty place, wherein the single drop in which there may reside hope is certain to dissolve without any effect with no fanfare, just silence.

But this is not the case. It may not seem this way, but throughout all of the world there are signs—hints—scattered in the halls of factories, the floors of apartments, the side streets and alleys. Signs that, in all places, the common destiny is not extinguished.

I, we, the world, the very collective entity of the advancement of the human species, calls unto you whom desires for the end of the status quo, and the advancement of a new age. To all of those not blinded by the screams and lies and tricks of the many rulers in who's interest it is that you do not become wise of what it is that can be accomplished. Today, now, everyone must come together, from all walks of life, and all places of the Earth, large and small, to destroy the nations, empires, democracies and dictatorships of that ever so encompassing and destructive international apparatus that is the class of the Bourgeoisie!

Workers of the World, Unite!"

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Edafos
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Postby Edafos » Tue Jun 05, 2018 11:50 am

Antiocheia, Syrian Tomeas

A Scandinavian vessel floated comfortably floated in the shadow of the intense smog that filled the skies of metropolis of Attalia, an ancient city that served as a military base of the Imperial Navy in the eastern Mediterranean sea. Indeed it was no coincidence why the Parangelia Xenous commanded that the vessel was taken here instead of the Thronecity, the number of ships and weapons both seen and hidden upon initial inspection that were armed and ready to obliterate the vessel would be seen as ridiculous to some, but to the Inquisition is was seen as a necessary precaution. The northerners often deceived the Empire in the past with their so called "trade offers". This encounter with a foreign power, however, was different and warranted a more personal Inquisitorial investigation in as controlled and protected manner as possible.

The ship, while certainly armed for its own defense, entered into the Mediterranean under an Aeurian alias, flag, and name in order to bypass the piercing eyes of the oppressive American of UAF control over the Pillars of Hercules. While this feat was impressive and presented the ineptitude of the so-called western power, it also was the grounds for intense superstition and a looming mistrust. On board this ship was apparently an emissary to personally see to whatever purpose the Scandinavians had in Edafos, which intrigued the Inquisition enough to grant the Xenous a small audience. The northerners had allowed a means for Edafos to reclaim the canal, therefore some level of respect would be granted to this man and his people.

The Inquisitor boarded the Nordic vessel under escort of numerous guardsmen lining all potential angles of attack that the Scandinavians could use against him, though in his mind he doubted the northerners would go through the effort of sneaking a vessel into the Mediterranean and going out of their way to come to Edafos simply to kill one Inquisitor. He was unsurprised when he reached the vessel's main deck that before him stood the emissary and a minimal amount of what seemed to be his own guards behind him. The man was of a characteristically pale color of skin with his dark grey and black uniform adorned with symbols of his homeland contrasting greatly against it. He stood almost as emotionless as the Inquisitor with both hands behind his back, showing only the barest signs of what seemed to be anxiety or excitement.

'His Eternal Empire greets you, northerner of Scandinavia.' the Inquisitor said stopping roughly three meters away to keep his distance from the Xenous, his guards ready to open fire at any sign of hostility or treachery. 'By what right or purpose do you dare enter our holy domain, Xenous?'

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Postby The Scandinavians » Wed Jun 06, 2018 4:32 pm

Antiochiea

Isar Fritzsson, the chosen member of the Foreign Office to treat with the Edafosans, was taken aback slightly due to the Inquisitor's brashness before quickly recalling what country he had just encountered. He knew full well that if this brief contact went south he and his entire crew would be blown up or shot in almost an instant, he would have to act in a manner that would please the Inquisitor's sensibilities if anyone on board wanted to make it out of this harbor.

"Det Lederen sends his regards to your nation and ancient leader" Fritzsson said as he articulated the proper words in Greek to say.

Scandinavia and the Party held a great deal of respect for the Empire of Edafos, despite its people being of inferior stock in their eyes. Their resilience and fanaticism was something that was admired by Haldrada himself, who sought to replicate the same complete and utter belief in Emperor that the Edafosans hold with the Party in Scandinavia.

"We have come to show our appreciation for your efforts in Scandinavia, and wish to express this by provided you with assistance in your righteous crusade into that savage desert waste".

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Edafos
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Postby Edafos » Sat Jun 09, 2018 2:51 pm

Following the Nord's response the Inquisitor stood silently and raised an eyebrow, puzzled for the first time in as long as he could remember. Not only was this envoy's Greek arguably better than the average peasant in the filthy populous, but he was here to deliver a gift to the Empire? There must surely be some kind of trickery taking place here, no Xenous had ever shown appreciation for Imperial efforts or actions, the response of the rest of the world to the ongoing crusade was proof enough of that. The Inquisitor quickly refocused himself and began to ply the Scandinavian further.

'And what would you expect of us?' the Inquisitor responded sharply. 'We know your culture and ways. Before I even consider accepting whatever you may have stored below our feet, I must ask what you expecting in return?'

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Postby The Scandinavians » Fri Jun 15, 2018 4:52 pm

"Two simple things" Fritzsson said, once again struck by the Inquisitor's boldness. "Firstly, we wish to send a small group of officers and experts to shadow and observe your military in action, as well as provide instruction on the proper use of the cargo stored below us" he began with the likely the more provocative of the two requests the Party had for Edafos. Edafos's military had long been a wild card in the minds of the Nords, and one that needed to be accounted for. Varying and older documentation and recordings of the Stratos provided some indication of their doctrines but left much to be desired, not fully identifying the capabilities or modernity of their forces in the current era. "It would be a considerable waste of both our time and resources if the equipment we wish to give you is used incorrectly."

"Secondly, we wish to establish some line of or method of communication between our two nations and the rest of UFIN as a whole. Whether or not this line is ever used is ultimately up to your organization, however in the interest of your future successes in establishing your great empire we wish to have the ability to inform you of outside circumstances".

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Postby Gibet » Tue Jun 26, 2018 3:32 am

Duala
Capital of Reichskommissariat Kamerun
Saturday 23 Jun 2018


Douala was a large city, not only by European standards, but especially by African ones. Home to two-and-a-half-million people, it was the largest port in Central Africa; featuring an international airport and an integrated city infrastructure spanning seven districts and over one hundred twenty neighborhoods. It was a model of what the peoples of this former-nation-state had learned and adapted from their German authorities in the last century, and of what all of Africa could hope to become. It was no surprise when it was redesignated the capital of Gibetan Kamerun--the returning Federal government opting to shed the skin of the "imposed" capital of Buea, seeing it as a reminder of what was lost before.

For the most part, what many had defamed as an imperial occupation had been a relatively peaceful transition of shades. Not much changed really, besides the flags and a handful of government positions. The day-to-day grind kept on. The trains were on time. The shops opened as normal. There were no round-ups, no arrests. The president, Ojong Kotto, even gave a rousing speech in the city center, welcoming the return of their brothers and sisters of the mother continent. Despite the concerns of a new apartheid, the transfer of power went without issue, and all were reminded that they now stood as proud citizens of the Federation. That it was their duty to carry on the legacy of strength and endurance, natural drive to survive and prosper, that had driven their forefathers in the creation of Kamerun. And they cheered. All, black and white alike. The newspapers said it was a glorious day for all Kamerunians, a turning point in the march of progress for all of Africa.

That was a month ago.

So far as Rottenführer der Provinzpolizei Jojo Iweala was concerned, it was still as fucking hot as it was last summer.

The tall, lanky Corporal of Provincial Police was just twenty four years old. The seventh son of a Fulani yam farmer, he had grown up near the Congolese border. He hated the life they had lived, especially the backbreaking work of just living day to day in an outlying villages. It was a day's drive for the market, and the only clean water to be had back then was that handed out by the aid workers--since the rivers had become contaminated by poisons and illegal dumping. He had escaped when he was old enough to plant the first harvest he could be allowed to call his own.

He had walked or hitchhiked all the way to Duala, eventually earning a pittance pay as a bellman at a hotel. For eight years, he had bowed and scraped to the 'big-noses' that frequented the Grand Hotel Kamerun. He thought that had become his station in life, and longed for more. And until the Gibetan return, all he did was long.

One of the first official acts of the Imperial government was to replace the majority of the local cabinets--it was a decent mix of blacks and whites, most of them from the country to begin with, which helped, but all of them loyal to the Federation. After that, a restructuring of the governmental powers and bodies had to happen--and was still happening. The new Ministry of Justice was given broad powers, and the go-ahead was handed down to establish a "Provincial Police Force" that lay outside the jurisdiction and chain of command that the already existing departments inhabited. It was a promising career for those with the aptitude or drive.

Corporal Iweala had hardly expected for it to be as mundane as it really was.

For the last week, all he had done was swelter in his patrol car in an alley near the local market. Today was no different.

He smoked a cheap cigarette, Konigs, and listened to the faint scores of the World Cup match between the Federation and Nowistrania, while wiping the sweat from his brow periodically. The Russians had put up a good show the first half, but the Federation had since pulled away from them. It was looking like Gibet would be advancing to Boston later this coming week. Up until recently, he hadn't really been a fan of the sport, but it was fast becoming a popular pastime for Kamerunians wishing to show support for their European brothers.

Iweala bangs his hand on the side of the vehicle.

"Come on, Lucien! You Nami bastard." He half chuckled. Another lanky man dressed in Provincial Police attire was coming back toward the car. He was carrying a small bag of puff puff covered in a sugar powder.

"I hear you, you ungrateful Fulani." He echoed back, a broad smile beaming from his face.

Taking his seat behind the wheel of the police care, Lucien offered the bag to Iweala, who nodded thankfully as he scooped up two or three of the fried dough balls.

"What is the score?"

"Two to one, Federation leading, of course." The Corporal pops one of the puff puffs into his mouth.

"Good, good. Perhaps they will make it all the way, and we will get a day off to celebrate." Lucien chuckles, nudging Iweala a little. They both knew all too well that it would be a cold day in Hell before they were given a day off for sports.

It gets eerily quiet suddenly, sort of like what happens in the movies before something goes terribly wrong. Not that the market is empty, or that there's not street noise, but its almost something atmospheric. At least, that's was Iweala thinks.

A large thump! cracks through the air, shaking the ground and the vehicle.

"What in the hell was that?!" Lucien exclaims, dropping the bag of puff puffs. Iweala picks up the receiver of the dispatch radio and starts frantically chatting into the microphone.

"There has been an explosion in the port!"

The sirens of the car scream to life as the motor turns over, joining a chorus of others dashing toward the docks.
Gott Mit Uns!

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Postby Edafos » Sun Jul 15, 2018 9:20 pm

The Great Hall, Ipoli

"Exontosi", the Edafosan Greek word for an extermination hung in the minds of the High Command of the Stratos whom sat in a deep pondering silence cloaked in a gray darkness that cast a shadow in the Great Hall, the beating heart of the Imperial military. The weapon gifted to Edafos by Scandinavia; several nuclear devices they titled "dirty bombs" were now in their possession, and whether or not to use these bombs in the now moving crusade was being questioned. It was not the flimsy ethical ramifications held by Xenous that concerned them, rather it whether or not such an important weapon should be wasted. Victory had been claimed in the city of Jeddah mere hours before the High Command gathered, which had beforehand been one of three targets utilizing one of the four bombs now at their disposal along with two others to be dropped on the city of Mecca which now stood dangerously close to being captured by force. Should the holy city of Islam fall to Edafosan hands the war would be all but won with the capture and subsequent destruction likely to cripple Arabian morale, however with the looming conflict now inevitability due to happen between the major powers of the world the High Command has found themselves hard pressed to use the devices on opponents that would be eradicated by conventional means. The Inquisition had followed closely in the wake of the Stratos and have ruthlessly cleansed what was left by Imperial forces, so to use the weapon when the Inquisition could easily wipe out what remained following the city's capture seemed overly wasteful.

'The bombs would be better used in a new crusade west' a Lord General stated, breaking the silence that gripped the room and opening the topic up to the rest of the command.

'Against the Aelasians?' another questioned.

'The destruction of the heart of their state and union would throw them off balance significantly, and possibly kill their false ruler.'

'Are you mad?' another rose from his seat. 'You would force the hand of the Great Enemy, and open a second front and, even worse, possibly undoing our progress in Arabia.'

'He is right. I believe patience using the weapons will prove to be our salvation in the coming conflict.' another one spoke. 'Perhaps we should study these weapons and see if we can not find a way to improve their destructive yields.'

'I agree with patience, however we must time our reactions with the utmost care. The Nord is in the hands of the traitors, it is only a matter of time before the rest of the world discovers our capabilities, if we are to use the bombs our timing must be perfect.'

'The enemy may react to a western advance regardless of whether or not we use the bombs, we must begin preparing for a second front regardless. As it stands currently the south is our weakest border and requires serious work first and foremost.

The room feel silent again, some nodding their heads in agreement. To an extent this was already being done, Imperial laborers had begun constructing fortifications in the ruins of the numerous towns and cities destroyed by the crusade to act as a possible fallback line. It was far from complete however, only acting as a loosely connecting network of bunkers and temporary bases that would be unlikely to survive a full scale invasion. The enemy would be able to advance all the way to Mesopotamia and and Ioudaia before encountering the legendary fortifications that had kept the Arabs out of Edafos proper for centuries.

'Three fronts.' One soon corrected the previous statements. 'We would be fighting on three.'

'Would Europeans have the ability to strike us to the northwest? If Scandinavia goes to war it is very possible that in the event of Gibetan involvement the rest of their allies would come to their aid.'

'It wouldn't make a difference.' another figure scoffed. 'An advance from the northwest would slay countless Xenous. They would be advancing into the figurative shield of our Empire. They would be lucky if they even crossed the Dounavis and into Thrace without the deaths of tens of thousands. Surely to only sharply increase if they struggled inwards to the Thronecity, which is ridiculous in of itself. I find that there is very little reason to be concerned over such a folly.'

'Never underestimate the cunning of Xenous. We would be foolish to ignore the threat they pose.'

'I maintain my point.'

'And what of Scandinavia's allies and their intentions?'

'I would rather leave that to the Parangelia Xenous. Though our aims may fall in line with theirs.'

'Excusing the possibility of conflict with Aeuria.'

'Until then, can we concur that the weapons shall not be used in Arabia?'

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Postby Aeuria » Thu Jul 19, 2018 9:10 pm

Eastern Solarium, Imperial Palace,
Praevalidus, Aeuria

Emperor Aleksander sat in the comfortably appointed room watching the sun slowly rise as he ate his breakfast. Turning the page of his newspaper with two fingers, he took a final bite of his honeyed toast before lighting a cigarette. On cue, a servant cleared the plates from the table while another replaced the monarch's mimosa with a fresh one. Ignoring the quick movements of the servants as he read an article regarding renewed efforts to industrialize Indonesia's oil reserves, Aleksander hummed with satisfaction. While Indonesia's reserves and production had cushioned Aeuria significantly from the oil crisis caused by the crusade for Arabia, it was not a permanent solution. At his direction, the Commonwealth's oil industry had begun to expand drilling operations in the colony and the construction of additional refineries to be worked by the Indonesians.

Tapping the ash from his cigarette, he was surprised to look up and see another servant clearly waiting for his attention. "Yes?"

"Apologies, Your Majesty. The Grand Marshal has arrived to see you. I was made to understand it was a matter of the highest priority."

Clearing his throat, Aleksander folded his newspaper. "Very well. Where is he?"

"Waiting in the hallway, Sir. Shall I see him in?"

Nodding once, the Emperor grunted as he lit another cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He did not care for interruptions so early in the day.

The Grand Marshal followed the servant across the large room, taking the seat pulled out for him. Offering a grim look as he nodded to Aleksander, he placed his hands on the table.

"I've no patience for the guessing game, Louis. Out with it."

"Intelligence found out what was on the boat. The news is... troubling." the Grand Marshal warned.

The monarch simply glared at the man from behind his cigarette.

Taking a deep breath as he scratched the back of his neck, Louis-Gaspard returned his hands to the table. "Radiological weapons."

Aleksander frowned, gently setting his cigarette down. Swallowing once, he waited for an explanation.

"Through the expenditure of a high-value asset and significant resources in Scandinavia, the Frumentarii are all but certain they shipped some kind of crude dirty bombs. While we're uncertain as to the exact state or design of the devices, whatever the 'Tarii lifted from the Scandinavians points to them being radioactive."

The Emperor was silent. He pushed back his chair and stood up, walking to the windows. The sun had become fully visible, casting the full morning light across the palace's grounds.

After more than a minute of silence, the Grand Marshal lit a cigarette of his own. Taking a slow drag, the man watched his monarch quietly contemplate the new reality.

Folding his hands behind his back, Aleksander hummed contemplatively before nodding to himself. "Who knows?"

"Myself, Vulpes and his men of course, and a few of my staff."

"Contain it. Nobody knows."

"Sir?"

"There is no way to intervene short of an invasion which itself would likely result in the detonation of one of these devices. Ensure we have systems in place should fallout drift south but nothing more." the Emperor stated calmly, returning to his seat. "If the world at large discovers Edafos possesses these weapons with all that's going on, it could provoke an ill-timed intervention by the West."

"What about the Aelanians? This business with Fritzsson will start a war of its own."

"If you're asking which side I support, it certainly isn't the African nationalists who arrest diplomatic officials in international waters. Even if the fools gave those zealots weapons of mass destruction, it's a slap across the civilized world's face. If Svansson wants my help, he can send one of his mouthpieces to ask. If our efforts in Africa are to succeed unimpeded, we cannot have this UAF emerging a victor." Aleksander explained, remembering his mimosa and taking a sip.

The Grand Marshal nodded as he finished his cigarette. He knew better than to question orders, no matter his reservations. "I'll keep you informed."

"Good. That will be all, Louis."

With a nod and a minute, the Emperor was again alone in the solarium. Finishing the last of his drink, he stood up and stretched. Exiting through an open set of doors into a small garden, Aleksander watched a hummingbird flit about as he began his morning walk and considered what the future now held. Certainly a conflict, though of what magnitude he could only guess.

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Postby Gibet » Sun Jul 22, 2018 6:21 pm

Muhammad Qol
157 Km North of Port Sudan


If one were to try and describe the coastal 'town' of Muhammad Qol to an outsider, it would be--at best--a quant fishing village rich in traditionalism; and at worst, a shithole. With the exception of a few modern municipality buildings, and some work on the moorings, the town hadn't changed very much in the last hundred years. Still, it's inhabitants were hardworking, and proud of their life etched out in the day to day struggle against the tide. Little of the modern world existed here, which made it quiet and uninteresting.

Which was exactly what qualified it as the location for "Forward Firing Station Echo.

Located along the Red Sea coast of the United African Front state of Sudan, it was less than two hundred kilometers due west of the recently captured city of Jeddah, and within two-hundred-fifty kilometers of the vital Highway 80 and Highway 55; both of which had fast become important supply routes for the ever-advancing Edafosan army that sought to conquer the Islamic world. Therefore, it was no surprise when the first UAF convoy's arrived in the town center. Within a few days, most of the locals had been cleared out, and the modern world came crashing in. Not that anyone who would've liked to know could have known, but the town of Muhammad Qol was slated to become just one small part of a vast array of a joint-Gibetan-UAF missile network.

Mobile platforms had been brought in to support this effort; SAM and radar equipments dotted the surrounding desert basins. Most of it was standard UAF material, but it was the non-standard items that would soon become the focus of this colossal effort.Scattered in various positions along the coast and in the desert in a twenty miles radius of Mohammad Qol, were mobile SCUD B/C launchers, as well as affixed cruise missile sites meant for pinpoint targeting; all of them emblazoned with not Arabic, but German monikers and readouts.

While officially, the UAF had expelled foreign military personnel, the Empress had faced an important reality in being left to herself in the face of a resurgent Edafos--and a single American military base on the Nile would not suffice. The network array, while staffed primarily by United African military members, was commanded and overseen by officers and technicians of the Kaiserliche Luftstreitkräfte , the Gibetan Air Force. For the better part of a month, the men, weapons and materials necessary for such a vast array had been secreted across the Mittelmeer and into the waiting arms of an eager Aelanias. After that, it took a colossal effort on the part of four different intelligence organizations to cooperate on identifying targets of value--bridges, depots, headquarters, etc. And now was the moment that it would all pay off.

It was dusk, and the sun was sinking fast. In the headquarters of Forward Firing Station Echo, a dimly lit command-and-control center waits patiently for the code phrase. A series of signal flashes are intercepted and decrypted, the signal is received;

The Gods Behold All Righteous Actions

Almost in unison, some two hundred firing positions across the dessert roar out in fiery anger, spewing forth agents of death and destruction, aimed upon the would-be-conquerors that sat across the sea.
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Postby Edafos » Wed Aug 01, 2018 4:45 pm

Outskirts of Mecca

The sounds of explosions rung out across the Arabian landscape with there being hardly a moment of total silence in the midst of the rampant warfare. Imperial artillery bombarded the hills, mountains, and fortifications of the Arabians, whom in turn fired back or suicidally flew aircraft and vehicles rigged with bombs. Landmines were everywhere making the damaged infrastructure even more hazardous, though clearing them was made brutally simple by marching locals or prisoners in front of advancing forces, as to set them off before something or someone valuable was harmed. It was practically clockwork for Imperial forces by this point. Months of fighting have desensitized the Stratos from the terrible sounds, with the frequency not being used to determine danger, but instead merely as a measurement to tell the time, with peaks and lulls throughout the day and night determing the hour.

The strains of war were becoming increasingly visible to any who has gazed upon the men and women of the Stratos. The summer heat on that Imperial forces, combined with the desert sands, tore at them both physically and often mentally. Despite this morale remained high, promises of victory and generous compensation, faith in the Emperor, and the Commissar's pistol kept Edafosan forces going strong. However above all else the drove them was the true prize of the war; Mecca, the hive and beating of heathen Arabs planned to be completely wiped from the face of the Earth.

The Arabians of course knew this, with the fighting becoming more intense by the mile. Incompetent but delaying attacks were taken to stop the Empire from reaching the city. These were easily dispatched and warded off, with the ones carrying it out mostly being unorganized and undisciplined civilians, but the true defenders of the city would certainly be the best military forces the Arabians had to offer.

Defeat was not an option for either side in a mutual understanding of the historical moment they were about to participate in. Should the Empire blunder here again, as they have done once in the past, the Arabians would become even more emboldened and possibly begin driving them back. Should the Arabs fall the death of Arabia and Islam could practically be assured, becoming an exhibit in a xenous museum. The stakes were clear, and as the first artillery and bombing runs begin, hundreds of thousands of men and women prepared to meet in battle, and with the world watching in horror of the bloodshed, conflict prepared to meet its terrible climax.

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Postby Nowistrana » Sat Aug 04, 2018 8:13 am

Vladikavkaz Train Station, North Ossetia-Alania, Nowistrana

The train station bustled with more activity than usual as the Nowistranian army was now in charge of the central station. Whilst civilian trains still came in, however heavily regulated, the train station became the main base of Operation Iskra. Trains full of T-80 and T-90s, BTRs and other vehicles filled the rails around the station. Trains with supplies constantly started and empty trains arrived at the train station every 30 minutes. Security in the area around the train station was tight and passengers were only allowed to board civilian trains with special permission. The Nowistranian Air Force, as well as a special operations battalion from the Zashchita Eskadrilya, were observing the area including the tracks all the way to the Nowistranian-Edafosan border where the trains would be given to Edafosan authorities.

The decision to aid the Edafosan war machine came relatively unexpected and spontaneous to the Nowistranian army command. Suddenly hundreds of pieces of equipment had to be mobilized and transported to the south at a heavy cost. Helping Edafos will cost the fascist party more than it would gain from it, however, it was necessary. Edafos posed the only imminent threat for Nowistrana so trying to be on friendly terms was the only thing to do.

The conflict in the middle east had the potential to throw the world into a new global war and therefore was no longer something the Nowistranian government could ignore. This was only one of the first steps trying to get control over the Mediterranean.



Akrotiri Air Base, Cyprus, Edafos

The permission to base aircraft and ships on Edafosan grounds was a first in history. The highly xenophobic Empire of Edafos was unknown terrain for outsiders and only very few were allowed to enter. Each individual of the Nowistranian military personnel deployed to Akrotiri on Cyprus had to be specially authorized by the secret service to be allowed to partake in this mission. After the first transport planes with equipment arrived and preparations for Operation Okhrana began, Akrotiri became the main base of the Nowistranian intervention in that area. The Nowistranian government supervised the developments personally before the Zashchita Eskadrilya received command.

But not only the Nowistranian government constantly kept watching the deployment, but everything happened under the strict eye of the Edafosan Inquisition. Accepting that many foreigners and even soldiers of a foreign country to enter Edafos could've been punished for high treason meaning that the whole mission had to be kept away from the public. For that purpose, Nowistranian personnel was ordered to not leave the compound.

Soon, Akrotiri HQ received a number of multirole fighters, interceptors, new Sokol Altius-M Reconnaissance UAVs and one Tu-160 Bomber which had recently been re-routed from Kazakhstan. The aircraft contingent was supposed to cooperate with the Nowistranian Navy which received the orders to redeploy to the eastern Mediterranean. A separate fleet consisting of multiple ships from the Nowistranian Black Sea Fleet made their way to the target area equipped with basing rights on several locations along the Edafosan coast and strict orders to defend themselves when approached by hostile ships even at the risk of sparking a new crisis.

The Nowistranian supreme command and especially the fascist party made clear that something similar like the boarding of a Scandinavian vessel and arrest of Isar Fritzsson was not allowed to happen again. The leadership treated that incident like a humiliation for all of UFIN which was now in the hands of the Nowistranian Navy to make up for the damage...

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Postby Gibet » Sun Aug 05, 2018 4:00 pm

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Attn. Federal Foreign Office, Kuromorimine

 Kaiserin feels situation in Arabia critical. Intelligence sources in Nowistrania warn of increased activity. To what ends, currently unknown. Berlin warry of increased UFIN presence.  Kaiseirn advises Foreign Office representative approach Supreme Leader Yuuko. Ask for guarantee of Noiharan neutrality in event of war.
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Postby Jaille (Ancient) » Thu Aug 09, 2018 12:51 am

To: Jean Laffitte, People’s Commissioner of Foreign Affairs

Situation in Arabia is untenable. Arabian forces disorganized or in total retreat after Edafosan advance. Seemingly endless lines of Edafosan forces march on for hours against the desert and militias stand little hope of continuing the fight where national armies have failed. I cannot recommend supplying these militias with our weapons and equipment, it would be a waste of the people’s time and only damage relations with Edafos further.

Interesting outcomes possible from situations that have arisen in Arabia though. Foreign support for the Arabians has likely increased UFIN support and acclimation towards Edafos. Significant ideological and social differences between the empire and UFIN, but Arabia may be the deciding factor in their inclusion into the organization. This would obviously be a detrimental situation. Outright retaliation against Edafos by us or any other pro-Arabian power would surely result in them looking towards UFIN for assistance - Nowistrana in easy position to respond with military assistance in such a situation.

However there is gamble that could result from the Arabian situation. The empire succeeding in conquering Arabia may instill them with a sense of national independence and societal indifference towards UFIN. This could result in securing a neutral Middle East, albeit a grim one under Edafos.

Ultimately further support under current conditions is a waste of time. Unless Toronto decides on a course of direct military action, Arabia will fall. It is only a matter of time.

This is why my recommendation is that we continue with humanitarian efforts only. Edafos is already placed in a precarious situation with the rest of the world, I see no reason why we should join them in this political game between Toronto and Stockholm.

Gilles Cuvillier, Special Attache to Arabia, Committee of Foreign Affairs

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Postby The Scandinavians » Fri Aug 17, 2018 8:05 am

Lederen's Office,
Rikskansliet, Stockholm


The tall doors of the darkened office of Det Lederen opened, the light from the outside hallway, proving to be mildly irritating to Svansson's eyes. The Leader checked his watch to confirm the time as the man, obscured by the brightness behind him greeted him.

"Min Lederen" the man said, clicking his boots and providing the Party's salute.

"You can enter, but by the gods close those damned doors" he replied, gesturing the guards holding the doors open to swiftly close them. After the mild slamming of the entrance being closed his office fell silent, with only the muffled sound of the man's boots on the ornate carpet making any sort of sound. As the man removed his hat and sat in one of the chairs in front of the Leader's desk the room once again was filled with silence.

"Awfully dreary in here, is it not?" the man said chuckling, placing a briefcase on his lap and clicking it open to reveal numerous folders inside.

"I dislike this time of year" he retorted sharply, hardly amused by the man's quip. "The sooner the summer turns to fall the better. How some people live in the hot humid air outside right now his beyond me".

"Of course, Min Lederen. I meant no disrespect" he said placing a folder on his desk, the gray lighting of the room making the Party's emblem just visible enough to discern its major details. "I'm sure you have already heard about-"

"The terrorist attack?" Svansson interjected.

"Indeed" the man replied clicking his briefcase closed and placing it gently on his lap. "Delightful news, is it not?" he said grinning, folding his hands together flat on its hard exterior. "We almost couldn't of asked for a better target, and a better country of origin".

"Hm" Svansson replied as he read the report. "A few Americans were on board too would seem. How tragic" he mused, reading a list of names and their nation of origin. "To your point however, two Gibetan aircraft. The Kaiserin is bound to have words with her Aelanian counterpart".

"Perhaps. More importantly however, an attack on their emperor's sanctuary will provide a legitimate excuse for a bombing of Mecca. We could be looking at the conclusion to the war" he said, watching as Svansson opened a drawer in his desk. Under normal circumstances a Party member would become incredibly nervous by a motion of the sort. The Leader's pistol was always the first drawer down to the left. Fortunately for him, and the Leader's carpet, instead of a pistol came an ornate ivory box filled with imported cigars from Aeuria. "I must respectfully decline, Min Lederen" he said making a slight "no" gesture with his hand. "It would be shame to waste one of such high quality imports. I will, however, gladly celebrate once victory is complete".

"Fair" the Leader replied as he lit one for himself before placing the box back into his desk.

"Fritzsson will be placed in a tough position, however" the man stated less enthusiastically. "When Edafos drops the bomb the Aelanians are going to be scared shitless, even though the bombs themselves are not especially powerful. They are hardly as powerful as the bombs dropped in the Great War, not that it will matter".

"The Aeurians and Americans must certainly know this".

"I have it on good authority that they've known for a significant amount of time, both would be hard pressed to do any intervention however" he replied. "As mentioned earlier, the explosion itself will indeed be damaging but it will lack the devastation the old bombs did".

"As for the fallout?" Svansson said, taking in his cigar and flipping the pages through the folder.

"Also minor, meteorological reports indicate that any other residue should be blown either out into the desert or northeast towards Persia and Pakistan. Nowhere near Aeurian East Africa".

"So I guess for now we will have to wait and see" Svansson said, checking his watch again as the doors opened, two servants carrying in a large heavy wooden chest, ornate with Edafosan design and purity seals. "Place it towards the windows, make sure it is not on the carpets" he commanded as the group carefully brought it to rest on the hard floor.

"Ah, I see a gift has arrived" he said has he and Svansson stood up and walked towards the box to observe what had been delivered. "Ipoli must be pleased with our token"

Svansson opened the curtains slightly as to allow some of the bright summer sun into the room to reveal the box in more amicable lighting. He unlocked the chest with a key that had been tied near the lock, equally ornate in its design. After lifting the lid the Leader couldn't help but laugh at the box's contents.

"Priceless relics I see?" the man asked, his face still mildly obscured by the darkness.

"The Blusens would almost kill for what we have here"

"I have nothing left to report as of this time, so I will leave you to your studies of these items" he said, clicking his boots and providing a salute once more.

"Thank you. You are dismissed" Svansson said as he lifted a Quran, with a small note classifying its apparent age from the museum the Stratos must of soon after demolished. "Who would of thought that they would be so kind as to label these things" he thought to himself as he continued to browse through the box's contents.

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Postby Aelanias » Fri Oct 05, 2018 10:31 pm

UAF Central Intelligence
Madalyn City
Cairo
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October 6th, 2018


Attn: Admiral E. Ibrahim
Alexandria Naval Base
Ras at Tin, Alexandria

Attention Admiral Ibrahim:

The American Summit appears to be going as expected, preparing for Operation Crescent Rose, all fleets are ordered to return to base immediately and await further instructions.
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Postby Aelanias » Thu Oct 18, 2018 5:26 pm

Pyramid of Khafre, The King's Chamber

The Duchess nervously taped her foot on the granite floor, focusing her attention on the two Gibetan Luftstreitkräfte officers, joined by military officials from both Algeria and Libya. The Gibetan Colonel stayed silent, briefly observing the map of the Middle East detailing the first phase of the operation, an invasion of the Sinai Peninsula. The Duchess has never coordinated an invasion of this scale, the fact that everyone looked just as concerned made her wonder what the Empress was expecting, the tensions only worsened as everyone came to realize the outcome of this conflict was going to be determined in this very room.

After a few moments the Colonel addresses the Duchess with a puzzled expression.

"I still say a bombardment of Peninsula would make it harder to traverse for reinforcements, we'd need definite targets to make it worthwhile. The Edafosans are still dealing with the Arabians in the south, I say we could make a lot more progress without such an excessive strike, but either way phase one is the easy part."

The Colonel Zwingenberger and Captain Mueller had previously been in charge of the Gibetan-Aelanian missile system in Sudan, which made them the ideal candidates to coordinate this operation, the Duchess looked surprised, she had not been very optimistic about their chances, but the Gibetan officers clearly understood something that she didn't.

"I suppose leaving the bases operational would help in the long run."

"The first formation will be a combination of tanks, infantry, and artillery, these kampfgruppe's would essentially act as shock forces, punching through the main lines, and allowing for UAF and secondary forces to follow in behind to take advantage of the breakthroughs and to hold the ground captured, in coordination with joint-air offensives."

Captain Mueller added. The Algerian representative, Field Marshal Hakimi sighed expressing annoyance. He quickly spoke up

"What about the Moroccans? Or the Scandinavians? They would most likely come to Edafos' aid. Surely you aren't expecting us to deal with them ourselves while also being the clean up crew for your soldiers. Are you forgetting that the traitors within the Moroccan government are going to strike the moment we let our guard down?"

He almost shouted his question, echoing throughout the chamber, it was frustrating enough that the Empress chose two lower ranking officers to lead this operation, but leaving North Africa at the mercy of the fascists was unacceptable.

The Empress' military adviser, Archon Barakat frowned upon hearing the question.

"The Scandinavians appear to have shifted their interest towards the British Isles. It's very likely that we'll see American intervention soon, which means the fascist front will have their hands full. Morocco can be dealt with at a later date, starting a civil war in the UAF would only hurt as, and the Edafosan heretics would undoubtedly use that opportunity."

Colonel Zwingenberger took a black case out of his jacket, taking out and lighting a cigarette before continuing.

"The Edafosan horde is stretched thin and they are still dealing with the remaining Arabian forces. If we could cut off their armies in Arabia, it could force them to negotiate, assuming we don't just eradicate them."

The Duchess nodded hesitantly, still unsure if there is any chance that this plan will succeed.

"I'll inform the Empress, assuming she approves the plan, we can begin preparations for the attack by tomorrow.."

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Postby Aeuria » Thu Nov 01, 2018 3:07 pm

Gardens, Maison du Paon, Praevalidus - October 19th, 4 Days Before Public Statement
Crown Princess Marie laughed as she reached for her champagne flute, the Duchess' account of her most recent fete amusing her greatly. Smiling as she took a sip, she noticed the woman's husband, Duke Germain, was less amused and seemed rather distant. Leaning back in the wicker chair, the Crown Princess produced a cigarette from a small silver case. "I take it you did not enjoy the Marquis' antics as much as the Duchess?"

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the Duke cleared his throat as he sat up. "Oh no, of course not, Your Highness; it was a most amusing affair to witness. I... apologize, I must confess a preoccupation."

Slowly blowing smoke, Marie simply nodded for the man to make his point.

Rubbing his thumb into his palm, the Duke again cleared his throat eliciting a concerned look from his wife. "There's no proper way to say it, Ma'am, so I'll simply say it: it's His Majesty."

Sighing, Marie set down her flute in disappointment but maintained her neutrality. Even here, at her private residence, she could not escape the shadow of her father. "And what has he done now? Another budget cut?"

"You do worry about your work too much, mon tendre. What could possibly be so distressing about agriculture in the colonies?" the Duchess posed with a laugh, smiling at the Princess.

Letting the slight against the importance of his word go unchecked given the present company, the Duke shook his head. "It is not my work that is of concern. My station provides me access to higher levels of government - from which I have gleaned a most troubling piece of information. The ease with which I attained it, I'm afraid it's simply a matter of time until it becomes public."

Pursing her lips in curiosity, Marie set down her cigarette. "That's rather cryptic, wouldn't you say, Germain? You needn't worry about defaming my father to me, not here. Speak freely."

Looking to his wife for reassurance, Duke Germain took her hand. "His Majesty intends to enter some kind of... arrangement with Edafos. In exchange for what, I don't know. Edafos is willing to provide the Commonwealth with favorable access and security through the Red Sea and Canal. So too shall they respect our claims to the Bab-el Mandeb, the Gulf, and East Africa. I fear what price has been paid for such an arrangement with those zealots."

Marie's characteristic stoicism was shattered as she furrowed her brow. Standing up suddenly, she waved dismissively as the Duke and Duchess began to rise. "Where did you hear this, Germain? Are you quite certain this isn't some ridiculous joke?"

Shaking his head grimly, the Duke stood. "A close friend in the Foreign Ministry dropped in during the fete." Looking to his wife, the man apologized for what was clearly a violation of an agreement between the couple. "He told me Bordeaux himself was caught brushing up on his Greek in his office."

"That's hardly a conspiracy, Germain. The man speaks practically every language." Marie countered.

Shaking his head again, Duke Germain continued. "He informed me of an Imperially-sealed directive that was distributed to the Ministry's senior staff. Needless to say the contents of that directive painted a very clear and equally as troubling picture of what is to come. I fear your father, in his noble pursuit of stability and order for the colonies, has made a deal with demons. For what reason, I cannot fathom. Edafos has been our foes since time immemorial: why we cooperate with them at any level given the wanton destruction of Arabia and its people is as shocking as it is scandalous. I fear for the reputation not only of the Commonwealth but the monarchy itself. If the public believes, even falsely, that His Majesty is dealing with those people, it could spark civil unrest the likes of which the mainland has never seen. To be complacent in their genocides? Unthinkable."

Marie stared at the man in disbelief for several moments. It was not an elaborate ruse or practical joke in poor taste. The Duchess look horrified as she set down her wineglass. "Gods above, Germain! I need to go speak to him at once. Whatever this is, it cannot be allowed to occur. I will be the one who inherits this mess and the fallout that will ensue. Excuse me."

Duke Germain quickly stood up. "Of course, Ma'am." he offered with a hasty bow, watching the Crown Princess all but run back to the manor, shouting for her driver.

The Gallery of Kings, Imperial Palace, Praevalidus
Emperor Aleksander stood before one of Goya's Black Paintings with a pensive expression as he studied the grim image. It was an outlier in the otherwise palatial hall, a dark and disturbing piece of madness among some of the world's finest and most colorful masterpieces of art. Acquired by his uncle and predecessor Emperor Lucas XIV in 1951 through both aggressive manipulation of the director of Spain's Museo del Prado and an inordinate sum of cash, the work had always fascinated Aleksander. It was outside his own personal taste but its juxtaposition within the Gallery of Kings provided it with a greater sense of terror and madness. Some in the family had said it ruined this section of the gallery for them, spoiling the transcendent beauty of its neighbors. Aleksander disagreed.

Any progress towards insight or revelation was abruptly ended as a loud knocking echoed through the gallery. Standing up slowly, the Emperor looked to the far side of the room from where the sound was coming. He had specifically ordered his guards not to allow anyone to disturb him. "If you must intrude, do so silently!" he called, crossing his arms behind his back. Returning his eyes to the Goya, his focus was again interrupted by the sound of the gallery's heavy doors swinging inwards and a frenzied gait. Turning his head slightly, the monarch was surprised to see his daughter storming towards him. Offering a soft smile, Aleksander instead frowned when he saw the fire in his daughter's eyes. Clearing his throat, he reached for his cigarette case.

"What the hell are you thinking?!" Marie demanded angrily as she bounded towards her father.

Raising a single hand as he placed a cigarette between his lips, Aleksander motioned towards the pair of doors closest. "If we're to argue, I'm not doing it in here." he offered without emotion as he started towards the doors. "Plus I'm not supposed to smoke in here." Throwing open the doors to the sitting room, a servant looked up from his dusting in surprise before making his apologies and departing.

Settling into an armchair as he lit his cigarette, the Emperor nodded to his daughter.

"Edafos?"

Clicking his tongue several times, Aleksander crossed his legs. "It would seem I need to have a word with Bordeaux about confidentiality." he began with a sigh. "Very well. Ask your questions."

Shaking her head, Marie struggled to stay calm. "What would possess you to work with those people? What could possibly be worth aligning yourself in the public's eyes with Aeuria's oldest enemies?"

"Peace, order, and stability." Aleksander began plainly. "For centuries we have fought Edafos and for good reason. They possess an ideology of hatred, intolerance, and religious zealotry. They happily commit genocide in the name of their so-called Eternal Emperor as a religious duty - to wipe out all non-believers and foreigners. They are a disgusting people with an even more disgusting worldview. Imagine my surprise when I heard they were interested in sitting down to talk - about the Canal, Arabia, the Red Sea, the UAF, all of it. They want to avoid a war between us. They want order - or at least their version of it - in the Middle East. They want to know we won't sweep in to disrupt their efforts of consolidation and empire-building. Why would I oppose such cooperation?"

Shaking her head furiously, Marie found her father's position questionable at best and delusional at worst. "And when the public learns of this progressive approach to diplomacy? When Aeuria becomes complicit in genocide and wanton slaughter?"

Sighing, Aleksander stood up and made his way towards the fireplace. Resting a hand on its mantle, he turned to face his daughter. "Marie, if one is to assume the throne one must take a larger perspective of the world and stop reducing things to right and wrong or good and evil. The world is rarely so simple." the Emperor countered.

"In their case, it is that simple. They are dangerous, militant fanatics and you're entrusting the future of the Middle East to them. Have you gone mad?! Have you read the Army reports? Millions of civilians thought dead - millions, father. And how many more displaced? Enslaved? These are the worst kinds of people imaginable. They're not our bogeyman out of simple rivalry - it's because they are truly horrific. Worse than anything any sane man could conjure up to scare their children."

Growing impatient at his daughter's relentlessness, the Emperor produced a plume of smoke. "Do you even know what we were offered? What we stand to gain?"

"Nothing that is worth the price of being affiliated with genocide."

Ignoring Marie's ethical concerns, the monarch continued. "They have offered preferential access to the Canal and Red Sea, to recognize our claim to the Bab-el Mandeb, the Gulf, and East Africa itself. I have received assurances - and corroborating analysis from military intelligence - that our empires will not enter conflict. Most of their forces will be tied down in Arabia trying to establish order and wipe out the last remnants of resistance. The only demands made of us - if you can even call them that - is our non-interference in any invasion of Aelanias or the UAF and to recognize Edafosan control of the Red Sea. Rather a bargain, no?"

Marie's breathing slowed as she stood up, horrified by her father's position. "And when the truth of their atrocities emerges? You cannot seriously believe the people will be happy to have 'preferential' access through some far-flung sea when they learn their Emperor turned a blind eye to genocide? When you could have acted to prevent the destruction of an entire civilization?"

Scowling at her impudence, Aleksander roughly threw his cigarette into the fireplace. "Grow up! How many have you seen destroyed in your little schemes? How many noblemen have you left disenfranchised, bankrupt, or disgraced? You think me a monster for agreeing to this, for allowing through inaction the genocide of Arabia. The simple truth is it that one would have to be mad not to agree. Never before and never again will Edafos extend its hand with anything else but a sword. I am ensuring my empire's stability. If I must turn my eyes from a war we are not involved in, so be it."

The Crown Princess felt utterly helpless. He was really going through with it, knowing full well how it would be seen. "They'll hate you." she uttered. "You will be considered a monster by our people and nobility alike."

With a mad grin that would not be out of place on one of Goya's Black Paintings, the Emperor bellowed with derisive laughter. "They already hate me."

Swallowing heavily, Marie watched as her father continued to laugh, seemingly finding her indictment endlessly amusing as he braced himself on the fireplace. Scowling, she turned from the cackling monarch and threw open the doors. As she bounded across the gallery, she could still hear her father's distant laughter echoing throughout the expansive space.

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Postby Codagh » Mon Nov 05, 2018 11:51 pm

Palace of the Kings
Ionad, Codagh


"Your majesty," came the voice of a guard, as he entered the throne room, "A challenger has arrived."

King Strauman looked up from the papers on his desk, removing his glasses and sighing. There were times when he found the Right of Blood to be exhausting, but he knew if he tried to abolish the old law there would be revolution on his hands. Besides, he agreed with the concept behind it, it just got in the way of actually ruling the nation at times. Strauman listened as he heard the footsteps approaching. They sounded light and quick, it was certainly a younger person, which made sense, they seemed to be the ones who challenged for the throne most often.

"King Strauman," came a young voice as the challenger entered the throne room. He was young, roughly 20 years of age, and had blazing red hair. He was lean, which was rather surprising, "I have come to exercise the Right of Blood, to challenge you to the throne."
"Fine. Choose your weapon." Strauman said, gesturing towards a wall of weaponry. He watched as the young man examined the weapons. "May I ask your name?"
"Leon, soon to be King Leon." he said, picking up a pistol.
"A gun? A coward's weapon." Strauman said, sighing as he stood to his full, 6'9 height. He removed his suit jacket and shirt, revealing bulging muscles under a black sleeveless-tee.

The king of Codagh walked to the wall, examining them for a time. After a few moments he smirked, grabbing a pair of duel swords, made of Codaghan Steel. The pair took positions across from each other, preparing for their battle.

"Are you sure you wish to do this, Leon?" Strauman asked, looking over the young man.
"Considering you've chosen swords for a gun fight, I'm certain." Leon replied with a smirk.

The guard walked to the center, looking at the two and explaining the rules. It was a battle to the draw or to the death. Whomever won would wear the crown of Codagh. The guard got out of the way and signaled for the fight to begin. Leon began by taking aim at his king. Strauman watched, he had been studying the young man's movements since he arrived. He took note of where the gun was pointing and watched for the tell-tale twitch of the muscle that signaled the firing of the gun. Strauman smirked as he saw it, stepping to the side as Leon pulled the trigger, the bullet sailing by him.

"Here's the thing about being King of Codagh," Strauman said, stepping towards Leon, "You have to train with every weapon imaginable. You also have to train against every weapon imaginable. You learn what to watch for, and you learn how to counter it. Having some Codaghan Steel helps."

Strauman smiled, having sidestepped four bullets. He could see the confusion in Leon's face, knowing he wold soon begin to panic.

"Of course, soon I'll be within striking distance." Strauman said calmly, watching and sidestepping, "Unfortunately, I'm a large man, and I will no longer have the advantage of distance to step out of your gun's way. Of course, when you study these weapons so intently, and become so familiar with them, you learn how many rounds they carry."

Strauman looked down at the young man, who was backing himself towards a corner as the giant king kept his distance. Leon continued firing, and Strauman continued his trick, moving out of the way and angering the young man. It didn't take any sort of 'superhuman' speed or reflexes, all it took was discipline, and countless hours of training. That was often how king's spent their first few months as king.

"So, give up now, or I will have to kill you." Strauman said, smirking as he began to get closer to the challenger, "You won't be the first I've killed for this crown, and I'm certain you won't be the last."

Strauman smirked hearing the first click. The king bolted towards the young man, impaling him with the swords.

"Be with the gods. You died exercising your Right of Blood." Strauman said, slowly pulling his blades out of the body of the man, "Now then, where were we? The situation in the Middle East, correct?"

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Postby Usnarov » Wed Nov 14, 2018 2:46 pm

Fedos Naval Base
Dry Dock #3
Semechki Island, Usnarov


"Respectfully, sir, she's a piece of junk..." Muttered Commander Allison Conway as she and her commanding officer stood at the edge of the dry dock looking at their new 'command'. Captain Ivan Kubeck, an older man with intense blue eyes and surprisingly thick black hair given his age, merely chuckled and shook his head. He towered over his executive officer at just around six feet, originally he had requested command of one of the navy's newly acquired submarines, but given his height he'd been denied. "She's older than my grandmother, for crying out loud."

"Old, maybe, but not a piece of junk." The Captain replied, gazing at the Baltimore Class Cruiser that was currently being fitted with her newer armaments. His expression was warm, a soft smile creeping across his features as he leaned against a safety railing. The sun was setting in the distance, and trails of sparks drifted downwards as the work crews continued their work. "Once we've finished modernizing a few of her older systems and install the new equipment she'll be a thing of beauty."

He chuckled faintly, and Allison could see a look of wonder in her captain's eyes that hadn't been present for some time. The XO had long theorized that her captain might've been a reincarnation of an old sailing ship captain... Of course, she didn't really believe that, but the theory still made sense in a way. When commands had been offered in the past Ivan had always gone for the older model ships, Conway had no doubt that if the navy had traded for a square rigged frigate her captain would be first in line to request command. As it stood, the former UCNA Cruiser which had been first commissioned nearly 76 years ago, would have to do. Whatever her name had been prior to entering the service of the Usnarovian Naval Corps, she had been renamed 'Enduring Light', and was slated to be the first of the 'new' ships to finish conversion and preparation.

"If you say so, sir." Allison crossed her arms, adjusting the navy blue jacket that protected her from the chilly breeze blowing in from the coast. "I do have to admit, she does look good in this light." She gestured to the way the rapidly dwindling sunset reflected off the drab grey paint of Enduring Light's funnels and armor belt. "I'll admit she even has a bit of charm, you don't see a lot of ships with her sort of elegance these days that aren't floating museums. I think you're right, she's starting to grow on me, Captain. When do we put to sea?"

"The yard master says we'll be underway within the month, weather permitting." Ivan mused, listening to the sound of work carrying on below as the sunset continued to cast it's orange and pink hues. "The Americans certainly know how to build a ship, I'm told there's little work that needs doing. Not nearly as much as will be needed to convert the Assault vessels to hospital ships." Allison merely nodded her agreement. "I hear rumors that the Queen may be convening a summit with their leadership soon, once we've fully integrated our new vessels I hope. Their base on Gappelov may not be the only one soon enough."

"Goddess help us if that's the case." Allison chuckled faintly, prompting Ivan to raise an eyebrow at her. "They're fine allies, and could be good friends as well... But if they become our allies, we become theirs, and any war that they fight will be our war as well..." She looked at their ship. "I'm unsure of if you've noticed, Captain, but this world seems filled with potential enemies of the Americans."

"A fair point, Commander..." Ivan admitted as he leaned back from the railing. "But without them, Usnarov would very likely have to face those 'potential enemies' alone... Hopefully, our concerns will remain purely academic. The last thing anyone needs right now is a costly war... Besides, I trust the Queen, she would not willingly or knowingly put our people in undue danger." Allison shrugged, then nodded and sighed. In silence the two of them looked back at their ship, the light continuing to fade as day gradually turned to night...

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Postby Gibet » Sun Dec 09, 2018 7:03 pm

A Declaration
By Order of the Federal Police Headquarter, Luxembourg

Attention! Citizens of the Federal Province of Luxembourg!

By national decree, a state of Martial Law exists within the provincial borders of Luxembourg, to be enforced by the officers of the Second Hungarian, Third Polish, and First East Prussian Police Divisions, at the request of the Bundestag, and with the full blessing of Her Imperial Majesty, Kaiserin Elsa I.


Therefore, all citizens residing within the boundaries of the Federal Province of Luxembourg are to adhere to the following list of measures:

-Until further notice, all citizens are to maintain their up to date identity cards and other information on their person, and to present them upon request.
-Until further notice, a provincial-wide curfew exists between the hours of six pm and six am. No persons are to be out during that time without expressed and written permission by the Federal Police Authority.
-Until further notice, the writ of habeus corpus is hereby suspended.
-Until further notice, the rights to civil protest are hereby suspended.
-Until further notice, the rights to freedom of speech, freedom of the press, and trial by peers are hereby suspended.
-Until further notice, citizens are required to submit to searches of their person and of their property without notice or warrant.
-Until further notice, the wearing of any garment sporting the provincial colors, bearing the Dutch Lion, or the Luxembourger Gold Crest bird, Rose or Luxembourger Crest, is forbidden. Likewise, any display of such items, in any form, is forbidden.
-Until further notice, no one is permitted to sing any song or turn of phrase considered subversive or rebellious in nature. These include, but are not limited to, the following:
*"Ons Heemecht"
*"Le Jardin du Luxembourg"
*"Sind Sie der Graf von Luxemburg"

As well as any works by the following composers:

*Laurent Menager
*Sandrine Cantoreggi
*Françoise Groben
*Francesco Tristano Schlimé
*Jean Muller
*Mariette Kemmer
*Camille Kerger
*Claude Lenners
*Georges Lentz
*Alexander Mullenbach
*Marcel Wengler

Anyone found to be in violation of these statutes shall be subject to immediate arrest and confinement. Summary judgements are authorized at the discretion of the proper Federal Authority.
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Postby Gibet » Wed Dec 12, 2018 9:43 pm

Attention: Naval Attaché, Federal Embassy Stockholm
Sending: Oberkommando des Kaiserliche Marine

URGENT: Scandinavian takeover in Morocco threatens all current and future operations by the Kaiserin's Imperial Navy in the Mittelmeer zones. Please express to UFIN Foreign Office the upmost concern this office has for their latest political move. As well as the strain it places on our already fragile relations with their coalition. Federation MUST retain access to naval bases in Mediterranean Sea without question. Anything less than complete acceptance of this will be taken as confirmation of hostile nature of their intentions in area.
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Postby Andenkommunen » Fri Dec 14, 2018 11:52 pm

Algiers, UAF

The sun had set hours ago on the still, mild night, moonlight glinting off the gentle Mediterranean waves. All seemed calm along the moonlit coast, disturbed by one thing alone. A workers' strike and protest had continued throughout a small section of the streets since just after dawn that morning, and as the night progressed had become significantly larger and much more political. Since the dawn of the UAF and Aelenias's immediate seizure of control leftism in the North African country had skyrocketed, and this was only one of many simple protests or strikes brought out of hand by a shifting message and broadening motive by those conducting it.

Hours ago, police forces had surrounded it in an attempt to keep it contained, along with locking down the rest of the city nearby to avoid any further outbreaks. This had been quite successful, and beyond a few dozen arrests around the city and only a single death heavy violence would not be necessary. Suddenly, just barely audible over the protesting, a shot rings out as police officer fires with frustration at a protester who had knocked down a wooden barricade. Instantly, the tone of the protests change entirely as many begin charging towards the lines of police, throwing anything and everything possible. When police fire back with full force, they are entirely shocked with returning fire from several apparently armed individuals, seemingly hidden by the crowd.

Awoken by the sounds of gunfire, a man awakes from his sleep, muttering, "I have to go," as his wife still sleeps. Opening a closet, he takes an assault rifle and corresponding ammunition, he being one of many who had been funneled funds and weaponry from an 'anonymous source', most likely originating in The Internationale. Sneaking out the door, he turns the key to the next door apartment and enters. He is greeted by another, already waiting for his arrival.

"It's happening."

"I can't believe it."

"What is there not to believe?"

"I just never thought it would be so soon—could be so soon. How could I not have known?"

"I'm sure Morocco had something to do with it."

The two begin preparing to open fire from the windows as the cries of revolution echo through the streets.

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The Scandinavians
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Postby The Scandinavians » Sun Dec 16, 2018 10:49 am

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Foreign Office of the Fatherland Party
Stockholm
2 Morsugur, 2018
16 December, 2018


Attn: Ambassador Edgar Hagelin
Scandinavian Embassy of Berlin
10787, Berlin

Ambassador Hagelin:

We are contacting you now to inform you that the situation in Morocco is proceeding as planned, the establishment of the new government has as of so far been a resounding success and the arrival of friendly forces has been well received by the local population. As we are sure you are aware, the same can not be said by the Gibetans and by extension the west. While under normal circumstances we would have little issue standing up to Gibet the situation in Britain has caused a significant strain on the Krigsvagnen, Armen, and by extension the rest of the Forsvarsmakten's ability to do so as more resources are required to maintain our authority over the British. A conflict with Gibet could potentially result in disaster and likely compromise our position in Africa, therefore it is vital you review and forward the following statement that has been composed for you. Inside are materials intended to reassure the Gibetans that the straits into the Mediterranean will remain open to their Kaiserliche Marine in a similar state to the Aenglish Channel and affirm our position of supporting the Moroccans from the increasingly dangerous United African Front and their leader. You are to state Scandinavia's intention of maintaining the status quo of an open Mediterranean, reaffirming our believe that the UAF has failed at this obligation, until further notice.

A similar message has been sent to our diplomatic post in North America, and we advise you endeavor to sway public opinion as much as possible.

P.S: The Foreign Office, and by extension the Fatherland Party, wish to congratulate you for your son's graduation from the Naval Academy of Laksevag. The Party will have great expectations and interest in your son's new post in the Krigsvagnen.

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