by Lamerika » Mon Mar 13, 2017 10:55 am
LAMERIKAN NEWS NETWORK: Lamerikan Volunteers head to fight Furbish Island government forces in support of SETRA Rebels /// Talks between SecGen Taylor and President Trump conclude with the signing of the historic "Olympia Accords" while CNN continues to debate the logistics of handshakes between the two leaders ///
by Stojam » Tue Mar 14, 2017 11:02 am
Lamerika wrote:(Image)
OOC
Victoria, Vancouver Island, Lamerikan
Proletariat Mansion
A large TV blared inside the office, in the west wing of the Proletariat Mansion, Lamerika's seat of Government, as a group of men and women, some in military uniform, some in suits watched from the darkness of the room. Their faces were only illuminated by the light from the TV, their eyes focused on the man who was currently being displayed, standing before a ruined State Capitol Building. Below the man was a headline, "President Jameson Taylor, Live from Calgary".
Despite the wishes of the National Assembly, the Lamerikan President had insisted on traveling across country, to rebuild morale in the civilian and military population of the People's Republic. Now he was in Calgary, a war ravaged city, bombed into near oblivion, but none the less the President Stood among the ruins, wearing a uniform covered in dust, no doubt from hard work. He was surrounded by men and women, some in uniform others in civilian clothes, all looking up at him. "Our war is not over..." Taylor was saying, "Our war was never over! This..." He gestured behind him, "Is the last offensive of the bourgeois dictatorships. The desperation of the old powers. They fear us, because they cannot control us! They fear us because we cannot be bought, because we have tasted freedom, and will not stop until we have shared our nectar with the workers of the world! Our war was never over, not until we paint the world red!"
In the room, one man stepped in between the group and the television, clasping his hands before him. He was a shorter man, but he had a dominating presence in the room, cold dark eyes and an emotionless expression. He was Nikita Zakharov, former President and one of Jameson Taylor's inner circle. "He's right. The ceasefire has only bought us time, but how much time is anyone guess. Our enemies will come for revenge." He stated cooly, "So... we must beet them to the bunch, aye? Stojam is a threat, so long as Miroslav is in power. The man is nothing but a threat to the global revolution. He needs to die."
by Lamerika » Thu Mar 16, 2017 2:28 pm
LAMERIKAN NEWS NETWORK: Lamerikan Volunteers head to fight Furbish Island government forces in support of SETRA Rebels /// Talks between SecGen Taylor and President Trump conclude with the signing of the historic "Olympia Accords" while CNN continues to debate the logistics of handshakes between the two leaders ///
by Populi-Terrae » Thu Mar 16, 2017 2:37 pm
From: President Hayo of the Democratic States of Populi-Terrae
To: The leadership of the Government of Stojam
I have observed the tensions growing between you and Lamerika. We seem to have a common foe. You have our diplomatic support. However, we will not give you any direct military aid. We will sell you weapons and perhaps send over some advisers. That is as far as I will go",
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by Stojam » Fri Mar 17, 2017 10:30 am
Lamerika wrote:Calgary, Alberta, Lamerika
Taylor's Alberta Residence
At long last, civilians were returning to Calgary in droves, to homes that had been bombed and burned and gassed. Most would still be staying in refugee camps outside of the city, but at least they could attempt to salvage whatever belongs they could, while the PRA kept looters at bay, all while attempting to maintain some semblance of order. Construction crews were already well underway, repairing the damage done to the city by fighting, with the hope of being able to return most the the citizens to their homes as soon as possible.
In the city center, across from the State Assembly Building as a rather modest house, large yet plain in appearance, with tents surrounding it, heavily guarded by soldiers and local militiamen. It had suffered some damage, but miraculously escaped mostly unharmed. It was meant to be Jameson Taylor's personal home in the city, but had been converted into a kind of refugee camp and stronghold. Not that Taylor minded. He liked being surrounded by his people, it calmed him. And it help morale, to see the President wading through a damage and destruction of the camp, speaking with the wounded soldiers and displaced families, raising their spirits. He smiled kindly as he walked through the camp, speaking softly with a young woman in a PRA Medic Uniform, the rank of Major on her shoulder. She was Taylor's wife, Kiara, a member of the Lamerikan Militia and high ranking member of the Communist Party, "Did you see Miroslav's little speech?" She asked.
"Yep." Taylor sighed, "It was cute. The man seems to think I'm Stalin..." He chuckled to himself, "Should I be flattered?"
Kiara shrugged, "Burning the flag was a nice touch. They're fanatical bastards, eh?"
"For now," Taylor shrugged, "But Stojam is a zombie. Cut off it's head and the entire thing will be useless." His voice got quieter, and he began to lead his wife away from the crowds, "The issue is getting the knife to cut just right, a clean slice. An inch too low, or to high, and it's bound to be messy." His brow furrowed, "The zombie is getting ready to bite, so we need to know when to strike." A safe distance to from the crowd, "Where's the Okanagan?"
"She's ready."
"Good." Taylor grinned, beginning to move away from his wife, "Contact the Ministry of Intelligence, I want tabs on any citizens with connections to Stojam. Friends, Family, the guys who sell them Coffee, everything. Don't let anyone fool you, we are at war."
"And where are you going?"
"I'll see you in Vancouver. 3 days. I have something I need to see too." Taylor marched away.
Meanwhile, in the Mediterranean, far from the Stojam coast, the Lamerikan Aircraft Carrier, the LSS Okanagan was sailing slowly along, under the cover of the night. From the deck of the ship, a single spy drone launched into the sky, climbing to a high altitude, heading towards Stojam as the Carrier pulled away. The drone was armed with a plethora of Camera's and sensors all aimed at the ground below.
by Lamerika » Fri Mar 17, 2017 12:54 pm
LAMERIKAN NEWS NETWORK: Lamerikan Volunteers head to fight Furbish Island government forces in support of SETRA Rebels /// Talks between SecGen Taylor and President Trump conclude with the signing of the historic "Olympia Accords" while CNN continues to debate the logistics of handshakes between the two leaders ///
by Stojam » Sat Mar 18, 2017 5:12 am
Lamerika wrote:Seattle, Washington, Lamerika
People's Gendarmerie 1st Division - Ministry 7
Lamerikan Police Cruisers and Vans screamed down suburban Seattle roads, sirens blaring before they came to screeching halt before a single detached home. Before they had even come to a complete stop, officers flooded out of their vehicles, some in regular patrol uniforms, some in full tactical gear, carrying assault rifles, and began setting up barricades around the single house. Tactical teams were quick to storm the home, guns raised, shouting orders to those inside. Many locals had gathered around to watch, kept at bay by the police, until minutes later, the tactical officers emerged dragging two young men, kicking and screaming before they were thrown in the back of police vans.
As they did, a black sedan rolled up to the house, and a man in a black suit stepped out. He walked over to a Tactical Officer, pulling out a badge, "Eric Jackson, Ministry 7." He announced, and the Tactical Officer saluted, "What've we got here Captain."
"That one had ties to Patriots Army insurgents, supposedly defected back at the end of the Revolution. Doesn't explain why he was speaking with this bastard." The Officer pointed to the men in the back of the van, pleading their cases, "2nd Generation Stojamian." The Officer spat in the mans direction.
"Good. Take 'em back to the station, we'll find out what they were doing." The Ministry 7 Agent sighed, "Good work here today, Captain."
Fort McMurray, Athabasca Republic, Lamerika
Fort McMurray AFB
Lamerika's cold interior was beginning the thaw with warm spring weather, but the atmosphere among military personnel was certainly not warm. An Mi-17 Helicopter touched down on the airfield, and President Taylor hopped out onto the tarmac, met by a military officer who rushed out to meet him. "Comrade President! Welcome to Fort McMurray!" The officer saluted, "Colonel Tremblay, at your service."
"Comrade Colonel, it's good to see you." Taylor saluted, "Tell me what's going on!"
"We lost contact with our drone!" The Colonel shouted over the sound of the helicopter blades, now taking back off and flying into the distance, leading Taylor towards and main complex in the air base. "Stojamians must've shot it down before it could gather any important info."
"God damn." Taylor hissed, "Have they said anything?"
"Not yet publicly."
"Good. Then we don't say shit yet, work on a cover story! If that's how it is, we're going to have to do this the old fashioned way. Contact Ministry 7, we're going to have to go boots on the ground. See if we can get a contact inside Stojam."
"M7's already on it." The Colonel announced, "Some Neo-Soviet elements working in Eastern Europe, we're going to try and get them into Stojamian territory."
"Good. Let's get it done, Colonel."
by Escocaria » Sat Mar 18, 2017 5:30 am
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by The Federation of Kendor » Sat Mar 18, 2017 8:14 am
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by Stojam » Sun Mar 19, 2017 9:01 am
by Lamerika » Sun Mar 19, 2017 10:18 am
LAMERIKAN NEWS NETWORK: Lamerikan Volunteers head to fight Furbish Island government forces in support of SETRA Rebels /// Talks between SecGen Taylor and President Trump conclude with the signing of the historic "Olympia Accords" while CNN continues to debate the logistics of handshakes between the two leaders ///
by Stojam » Sun Mar 19, 2017 10:27 am
Lamerika wrote:Rebel Hideout
Shane Walker - Patriots Army
A group of men approached, led by a man in a cowboy hat, wearing a cowboy hat and dark sunglasses. He looked around nervously, before nodding at birdie. "Aye, that would be me." He said in a thick southern accent, "Shane Walker." He introduced himself, offering a hand to shake, again glancing nervously around him. He looked to be in his mid 40s, wrinkly skin, but built like a tank. Well over 6 foot and with the muscles to boot. Regardless, he seemed to be shaky and rather unsure of himself, glancing about nervously and fidgeting with his hands.
Mediterranean Sea, LSS Okanagan
"Bachelor 1, this is Base plate. Radio jammers are active, you're in the clear. Good luck, comrades." The voice of a Lamerikan Admiral came over the radio, to the men in the Zodiacs along side the Air Craft Carrier. The men were all members of Ministry 7, the Lamerikan Intelligence Agency, and they had all been packed and prepared for an extended 'Vacation'.
"Right then. Let's get this done and dusted." One of the men sighed, lowering the Zodiac into the water. The engines were already running by the time it hit the water, and the little boat began to motor it's way to an uninhabited stretch of Coastline, were they would disappear into the forests. They're journey had just begun.
by Lamerika » Sun Mar 19, 2017 9:29 pm
LAMERIKAN NEWS NETWORK: Lamerikan Volunteers head to fight Furbish Island government forces in support of SETRA Rebels /// Talks between SecGen Taylor and President Trump conclude with the signing of the historic "Olympia Accords" while CNN continues to debate the logistics of handshakes between the two leaders ///
by Stojam » Sun Mar 19, 2017 10:49 pm
Lamerika wrote:Mediterranean Sea, Stojam Coast
"Come on, come on hurry it up!" The few Lamerikan Agents spoke in hissed voices as the hauled the dingy ashore, "We 'aint got all day!" This wave of the invasion was substantially smaller, than what would surely come when the time was right. 4 Men and 2 women, dressed in civilian clothing, and the single zodiac, completely devoid of markings. The men, aside from a few concealed knives and other small weapons, were unarmed, and they were going to try there best to keep it looking that way. And if all else failed, they had their cyanide pills.
"Right, everyone's got what they need?" One of the men questioned, pulling a wallet from his coat pocket. Flipping it open was a Stojamian Drivers licence, legitimate looking enough to hopefully fool any beat cop, or anyone else with prying eyes. It read Petar Bliznakov, his new identity. The others had similar possession, similar identities that would help them blend with the crowd. "From now on out, we don't know each other..." Mr. 'Bliznakov' sighed, "Not until the mission is over. Maybe then we'll meet at a bar. Jackson'll buy." The group laughed.
"That's Tihomir to you." The man named Jackson joked, "Damn, it's gonna take a while to get used to that."
"Well you'd better hope not." Bliznakov said, before getting up from the boat, "You know the deal. One way or another, Miroslav dies. Good luck Comrades." They all ran their separate directions.
Rebel Hideout
Shane Walker - Patriots Army
"Whaddya think I've been trying to do for the past 13 damn years." Walker snorted, "Ever since Taylor and his little dick brigade came to town, who ya' think's been trynna kill the fucker. But it ain't so simple. The Party's got the country on lock down. Even out here we ain't safe... Taylor got his fingers in everyone's pie." Shane Walker spat a wad of chewing tobacco on the ground, "But the Communist Party's like a hydra, you know? Cut off one head, and two more will replace it. But you know what that means?" Walker leaned in close, "Cut faster." He grinned a little as he pulled back, "Nikita Zakharov." He threw a folder on a table near them, full of pictures, "Taylor's right hand man. Man's a hero. He's also flying to Europe tomorrow for a little R&R." He shrugged, "It ain't long to prepare, but we could intercept that flight over Canada. Snatch up ol' Tricky Nik, aye?"
by Lamerika » Tue Mar 21, 2017 2:24 pm
LAMERIKAN NEWS NETWORK: Lamerikan Volunteers head to fight Furbish Island government forces in support of SETRA Rebels /// Talks between SecGen Taylor and President Trump conclude with the signing of the historic "Olympia Accords" while CNN continues to debate the logistics of handshakes between the two leaders ///
by Stojam » Wed Mar 22, 2017 8:55 am
Lamerika wrote:Rebel Hideout
Shane Walker - Patriots Army
"You're not the only one." Walker growled, "The flights taking off from Calgary, not situational, but it should go over New Brunswick. That shouldn't be a problem though." He shrugged.
Mediterranean Sea, Stojam Coast
"Certainly, officers." 'Bliznakov' said in fluent Bulgarian. The man's family was ethnically Serbian, and had migrated to Canada only a few years before the revolution. Not only, but the man had undergone rigorous training to deal with any situation, and was fluent in Bulgarian, Romanian, Russian and English. "Digging into the pockets of his bag, he pulled out a Stojamian Passport, handing it to the soldiers.
"I hope everything is alright." He said, acting somewhat curious, "I'm just on my way to visit my in-laws." His in-laws, or his contacts who would help him get to the Stojamian Capitol.
by Lamerika » Thu Mar 23, 2017 7:13 am
LAMERIKAN NEWS NETWORK: Lamerikan Volunteers head to fight Furbish Island government forces in support of SETRA Rebels /// Talks between SecGen Taylor and President Trump conclude with the signing of the historic "Olympia Accords" while CNN continues to debate the logistics of handshakes between the two leaders ///
by Stojam » Thu Mar 23, 2017 7:21 am
Lamerika wrote:Nova Constantinople, Stojam
Bliznakov laughed nervously, "Thank you, officers." He nodded, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Good evening." With a wave, he began to walk onwards, careful to keep his movements natural as he moved away from the the soldiers. However, he was only about a block away when a black Skoda Octavia pulled up next to him, with a local man a few years Bliznakov's junior sitting in the drivers seat.
"Petar! God damn man, you've been looking all over for you! Momma was starting to worry!" He said in a loud, booming voice, as if he was trying to make sure the soldiers a block behind could hear.
Bliznakov laughed, recognizing the man almost instantly as his handler, "You know me, I like to take the scenic route. It's good to see you, Alek"
"Aye. Now get in, no point in keeping them waiting any longer." Bliznakov slipped into the car, and had barely slipped on his belt when the car raced away. Alek's face instantly hardened, "We're already running behind schedule." He hissed, "Let's go."
Rebel Hideout
"Ramirez? Ain't never heard of him." Walker shrugged, "But if you plan on fighting your way to Zakharov, your gonna be up the river without a paddle. PRA ain't gonna be stomped by some bikers n' shit. That is unless Ramirez has a plan. My boys are ready to work with him, just give the word."
by Fascistisk State » Thu Mar 23, 2017 2:44 pm
Jameson Taylor,
The Fascistisk Union has observed a definite rise in tensions between your own country and that of Stojam. While we understand that you are a sovereign nation, and that it is your right to carry your people to war, the High Party and the Overkommando of our own great Union urge you to lay your arms down and focus on the rebuilding of your own nation.
A conflict will bring nothing but suffering to all sides - there is no need for it. We ask that you come to seek terms with Stojam, if not for your own citizenry, then for theirs. You say your care is for the workers of the world - commit yourself to peace.
Sincerely,
Fascistisk Chancellor Rakel Trygstad, with the wishes of the High Party.
THE FASCISTISK UNION OF STATES AND TERRITORIES
Unitary Government ✵ Chancellor Straagland ✵ Fascistisk Kombihæren
by The Seryyiok Empire » Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:46 pm
Jameson Taylor
The Kingdom of Imperial China has observed your wars with the devil man of this world, that are blind to the truth of understanding of your ways, they have no respect for the innocents, they wish to only profit and exploit the helpless, we have seen, and we have wished to aid your in these dark times, we will have all assistances open from diplomacy to militarily assistance, we will fund and supply with anything you need to restore your nation from the war wish benevolence without you owing us anything, as we believe as a species of this world that we must help our brothers and sisters without such worries of how they will pay for it,as helping the fallen and beaten, is the greatest payment that we will ever need to keep our heart in the light and not in the dark.
Sincerely, Emperor Seriok
[China Broadcasting News Service] Sino-European Unification Agreements are being held with both sides tighting relations to become one countryy, under one government in the dream of the Emperor's dream to United Humanity under his imperial will for the greater good || Internationalism grows popular as traditional nationalism begins to die off ||
by Lamerika » Sat Mar 25, 2017 7:57 pm
Chancellor Rakel Trygstad
While I appreciate your concern for our people's well being, I regret to inform you you seem to be ill informed. We are doing nothing but protecting our own sovereignty from those who seek to strip it away.
I do not wish to send my people to war, but I will do what I must to defend them from those who seek to destroy us. Stojam wished us nothing but pain and suffering, and should they want a war, so be it. We will fight them if we must, and we will be ready.
Regards,
President and General Secretary Jameson M. Taylor Sr.
Lamerikan Communist Party
Emperor Seriok
I would like to extend to you my personal thanks, in regards to you offer of support to our cause. I know more than anyone, that in our present state we need all the help he can get, and your most kind words. If it is in your intrests, we would be willing to meet with a delegation of yours to discuss such things in person.
Regards,
President and General Secretary Jameson M. Taylor Sr.
Lamerikan Communist Party
LAMERIKAN NEWS NETWORK: Lamerikan Volunteers head to fight Furbish Island government forces in support of SETRA Rebels /// Talks between SecGen Taylor and President Trump conclude with the signing of the historic "Olympia Accords" while CNN continues to debate the logistics of handshakes between the two leaders ///
by The Seryyiok Empire » Sat Mar 25, 2017 9:49 pm
Lamerika wrote:Victoria, Vancouver Island, Lamerika
Proletariat Mansion
Jameson Taylor was tired, but his presence wouldn't betray that for a second. Since, their drone had been shot down in the Mediterranean, he'd been racing up and down, north, south, east and west, all across the country. For now, the Stojamians had neglected to take any action to retaliate, at least in the sense that any Lamerikan Official could tell. So far as they knew, they still had the initiative. And so Taylor had spent the past days visiting his troops, workers, anything to keep up morale for whatever would come in the coming months.
He was dressed more formally than he would normally be, in a clean uniform, polished boots and straight cap. His face was unusually stern, as he saluted passing soldiers on his way to his office.
"Comrade President." Taylor turned into a corridor, running into one of his advisers, Anton Krol. By Lamerikan Communist Party standards, Krol was a radical. Born in Poland in the Soviet Union, Krol's mother had been KGB, and his father a Political Commissar, having imigrated to the west following the fall of the USSR. He was small, yet with a dark and hostiles eyes that could burn a whole in the bravest PRA rifleman. Even Taylor sometimes found himself of put by the man, but regardless he was a strong asset to have. "Comrade President, it's good to have you back in Victoria."
"Good to be back." Taylor sighed, as Krol began to march besides him, "What have you got for me?"
"Something you may find interesting." Krol growled, "The Fascistisk Chancellor has sent a telegram. The message is in your office, Comrade. She wants us to 'lay down arms'."
Taylor laughed out loud, startling a nearby squad of soldiers, "We face invasion from Stojam and her allies, but they see us as the aggressors?" He snorted, "Swine. I will not make Stalin's mistake, and put my trust in a Fascist."
" The Seryyiok Empire, has also reached out." Krol said, "Seems they've offered to watch our back."
Taylor reached his office, placing a hand on the door knob, "Of all the men out there, and Emperor's coming to help. Fuck me."Chancellor Rakel Trygstad
While I appreciate your concern for our people's well being, I regret to inform you you seem to be ill informed. We are doing nothing but protecting our own sovereignty from those who seek to strip it away.
I do not wish to send my people to war, but I will do what I must to defend them from those who seek to destroy us. Stojam wished us nothing but pain and suffering, and should they want a war, so be it. We will fight them if we must, and we will be ready.
Regards,
President and General Secretary Jameson M. Taylor Sr.
Lamerikan Communist PartyEmperor Seriok
I would like to extend to you my personal thanks, in regards to you offer of support to our cause. I know more than anyone, that in our present state we need all the help he can get, and your most kind words. If it is in your intrests, we would be willing to meet with a delegation of yours to discuss such things in person.
Regards,
President and General Secretary Jameson M. Taylor Sr.
Lamerikan Communist Party
Rebel Hideout
"Right." Walker said quietly, almost to himself, "Whatever you guys are, ya'll better be ready. Anyone standing between you and tricky Nik ain't gonna be no Putty Patrollers. They're gonna be fanatics, and they're gonna be trained." He nodded off into the distance, lost in his own thoughts, "I'll send some guys to meet with 'em. They ain't gonna be in uniform, don't worry." He turned to look the war dog in the eye, "They'll be there, trust me."
Nova Constantinople, Stojam
"Son of a bitch." Alek swore, planting his fist squarely on the horn of his car, as Protesters blocked the road, "Y'all mind fucking off." He hissed quietly in the confines of the vehicle.
"This ain't gonna be easy." Bliznakov sighed, "That's a lot of angry civilians."
"That's a lot of Gulags." Alek joked, snorting a little at his own joke, slowly crawling trying to get through the crowd, which was looking less and less likely, "A lot of bullets."
Bliznakov shrugged, "If we could kill Miroslav without turning this country into the fucking Ukraine, that would be great."
"Hey, Kulaks are Kulaks." Alek stated matter of factly, "If they don't want to change, we'll give them what all capitalist pigs like most." He grinned a little to himself, "Incentive."
"So how are we looking." Bliznakov questioned, "Obviously these bastards ain't on our side."
"A few rebellious kids. Soviet Flag wavers and what have you. Mostly goons. The big guns are the Turks. Let's say they're not to happy about the Orthodox Christians coming to town, raising up the Stojam Flag in New Constantinople. There are more than a few fuckers that want to see Miroslav gone, all they need are the guns." He paused for a moment, growling under his breath as he pulled around and began to move away from the protesters to find a way around them. "That's where we come in."
Jameson Taylor
Thank you for accepting our offer of assistance, the Emperor has decided to sent his son ,Prince Jasper to be the delgate to have the discussion, he will arrive in the coming hours
[China Broadcasting News Service] Sino-European Unification Agreements are being held with both sides tighting relations to become one countryy, under one government in the dream of the Emperor's dream to United Humanity under his imperial will for the greater good || Internationalism grows popular as traditional nationalism begins to die off ||
by Stojam » Sun Mar 26, 2017 4:17 am
The Seryyiok Empire wrote:Lamerika wrote:Victoria, Vancouver Island, Lamerika
Proletariat Mansion
Jameson Taylor was tired, but his presence wouldn't betray that for a second. Since, their drone had been shot down in the Mediterranean, he'd been racing up and down, north, south, east and west, all across the country. For now, the Stojamians had neglected to take any action to retaliate, at least in the sense that any Lamerikan Official could tell. So far as they knew, they still had the initiative. And so Taylor had spent the past days visiting his troops, workers, anything to keep up morale for whatever would come in the coming months.
He was dressed more formally than he would normally be, in a clean uniform, polished boots and straight cap. His face was unusually stern, as he saluted passing soldiers on his way to his office.
"Comrade President." Taylor turned into a corridor, running into one of his advisers, Anton Krol. By Lamerikan Communist Party standards, Krol was a radical. Born in Poland in the Soviet Union, Krol's mother had been KGB, and his father a Political Commissar, having imigrated to the west following the fall of the USSR. He was small, yet with a dark and hostiles eyes that could burn a whole in the bravest PRA rifleman. Even Taylor sometimes found himself of put by the man, but regardless he was a strong asset to have. "Comrade President, it's good to have you back in Victoria."
"Good to be back." Taylor sighed, as Krol began to march besides him, "What have you got for me?"
"Something you may find interesting." Krol growled, "The Fascistisk Chancellor has sent a telegram. The message is in your office, Comrade. She wants us to 'lay down arms'."
Taylor laughed out loud, startling a nearby squad of soldiers, "We face invasion from Stojam and her allies, but they see us as the aggressors?" He snorted, "Swine. I will not make Stalin's mistake, and put my trust in a Fascist."
" The Seryyiok Empire, has also reached out." Krol said, "Seems they've offered to watch our back."
Taylor reached his office, placing a hand on the door knob, "Of all the men out there, and Emperor's coming to help. Fuck me."Chancellor Rakel Trygstad
While I appreciate your concern for our people's well being, I regret to inform you you seem to be ill informed. We are doing nothing but protecting our own sovereignty from those who seek to strip it away.
I do not wish to send my people to war, but I will do what I must to defend them from those who seek to destroy us. Stojam wished us nothing but pain and suffering, and should they want a war, so be it. We will fight them if we must, and we will be ready.
Regards,
President and General Secretary Jameson M. Taylor Sr.
Lamerikan Communist PartyEmperor Seriok
I would like to extend to you my personal thanks, in regards to you offer of support to our cause. I know more than anyone, that in our present state we need all the help he can get, and your most kind words. If it is in your intrests, we would be willing to meet with a delegation of yours to discuss such things in person.
Regards,
President and General Secretary Jameson M. Taylor Sr.
Lamerikan Communist Party
Rebel Hideout
"Right." Walker said quietly, almost to himself, "Whatever you guys are, ya'll better be ready. Anyone standing between you and tricky Nik ain't gonna be no Putty Patrollers. They're gonna be fanatics, and they're gonna be trained." He nodded off into the distance, lost in his own thoughts, "I'll send some guys to meet with 'em. They ain't gonna be in uniform, don't worry." He turned to look the war dog in the eye, "They'll be there, trust me."
Nova Constantinople, Stojam
"Son of a bitch." Alek swore, planting his fist squarely on the horn of his car, as Protesters blocked the road, "Y'all mind fucking off." He hissed quietly in the confines of the vehicle.
"This ain't gonna be easy." Bliznakov sighed, "That's a lot of angry civilians."
"That's a lot of Gulags." Alek joked, snorting a little at his own joke, slowly crawling trying to get through the crowd, which was looking less and less likely, "A lot of bullets."
Bliznakov shrugged, "If we could kill Miroslav without turning this country into the fucking Ukraine, that would be great."
"Hey, Kulaks are Kulaks." Alek stated matter of factly, "If they don't want to change, we'll give them what all capitalist pigs like most." He grinned a little to himself, "Incentive."
"So how are we looking." Bliznakov questioned, "Obviously these bastards ain't on our side."
"A few rebellious kids. Soviet Flag wavers and what have you. Mostly goons. The big guns are the Turks. Let's say they're not to happy about the Orthodox Christians coming to town, raising up the Stojam Flag in New Constantinople. There are more than a few fuckers that want to see Miroslav gone, all they need are the guns." He paused for a moment, growling under his breath as he pulled around and began to move away from the protesters to find a way around them. "That's where we come in."
Seriok would be in his personal quarters in the royal office for the crown ruler of the nation, which have a daycore of the himalayan mountains on the wall behide him, a roll of columns with stories of the common people written in mongolian and han chinese, nevertheless the room would be fitted for royalty.
A servant would enter the room and tell him that the President has responded with acceptance and request of having a delgate sent to his country.
Seriok would take up his phone on the right side of his desk as the others would be filled with important document regaurding the conflict that is happening and some proposals of green lighting the military host war games in the Arabic deserts near the Iraqi-Chinese border line and the Russo-Sino border line in the Ural mountain region as making preparations for a possible invasion of Europe, if the times and storm of the Middle East also naval wargames would be requested also, each of the documents on military matters would be allowed by his majesty and he would lessen the need for the Armed Forces to ask perparation for such things to let them have more freedom in a way though still loyal and very so loyal his majesty's government with the entire government being stratocratic.
Seriok Kuzio would have message sent back to the President telling him that his son will be the delgate with Taylor's government.Jameson Taylor
Thank you for accepting our offer of assistance, the Emperor has decided to sent his son ,Prince Jasper to be the delgate to have the discussion, he will arrive in the coming hours
The Prince would be broading a private Nexus 67 airliner that would have two decks for enterainment and other for classified reasons."My father is counting me to do will the Americans" he'd sigh as he look out the window as the plane took off from the runway on course for Lamerika."My prince, you will do well in the meeting and your fathers will be very proud in our fight against the devilman" said one of his bodyguards with a positive tone.
Also a fighter escort of eight jets would takeoff from the CSF Beijing, a supercarrier in the yellow sea to protect the royal cargo to the Americas.
by Stojam » Sun Mar 26, 2017 8:55 am
Lamerika wrote:Victoria, Vancouver Island, Lamerika
Proletariat Mansion
Jameson Taylor was tired, but his presence wouldn't betray that for a second. Since, their drone had been shot down in the Mediterranean, he'd been racing up and down, north, south, east and west, all across the country. For now, the Stojamians had neglected to take any action to retaliate, at least in the sense that any Lamerikan Official could tell. So far as they knew, they still had the initiative. And so Taylor had spent the past days visiting his troops, workers, anything to keep up morale for whatever would come in the coming months.
He was dressed more formally than he would normally be, in a clean uniform, polished boots and straight cap. His face was unusually stern, as he saluted passing soldiers on his way to his office.
"Comrade President." Taylor turned into a corridor, running into one of his advisers, Anton Krol. By Lamerikan Communist Party standards, Krol was a radical. Born in Poland in the Soviet Union, Krol's mother had been KGB, and his father a Political Commissar, having imigrated to the west following the fall of the USSR. He was small, yet with a dark and hostiles eyes that could burn a whole in the bravest PRA rifleman. Even Taylor sometimes found himself of put by the man, but regardless he was a strong asset to have. "Comrade President, it's good to have you back in Victoria."
"Good to be back." Taylor sighed, as Krol began to march besides him, "What have you got for me?"
"Something you may find interesting." Krol growled, "The Fascistisk Chancellor has sent a telegram. The message is in your office, Comrade. She wants us to 'lay down arms'."
Taylor laughed out loud, startling a nearby squad of soldiers, "We face invasion from Stojam and her allies, but they see us as the aggressors?" He snorted, "Swine. I will not make Stalin's mistake, and put my trust in a Fascist."
" The Seryyiok Empire, has also reached out." Krol said, "Seems they've offered to watch our back."
Taylor reached his office, placing a hand on the door knob, "Of all the men out there, and Emperor's coming to help. Fuck me."Chancellor Rakel Trygstad
While I appreciate your concern for our people's well being, I regret to inform you you seem to be ill informed. We are doing nothing but protecting our own sovereignty from those who seek to strip it away.
I do not wish to send my people to war, but I will do what I must to defend them from those who seek to destroy us. Stojam wished us nothing but pain and suffering, and should they want a war, so be it. We will fight them if we must, and we will be ready.
Regards,
President and General Secretary Jameson M. Taylor Sr.
Lamerikan Communist PartyEmperor Seriok
I would like to extend to you my personal thanks, in regards to you offer of support to our cause. I know more than anyone, that in our present state we need all the help he can get, and your most kind words. If it is in your intrests, we would be willing to meet with a delegation of yours to discuss such things in person.
Regards,
President and General Secretary Jameson M. Taylor Sr.
Lamerikan Communist Party
Rebel Hideout
"Right." Walker said quietly, almost to himself, "Whatever you guys are, ya'll better be ready. Anyone standing between you and tricky Nik ain't gonna be no Putty Patrollers. They're gonna be fanatics, and they're gonna be trained." He nodded off into the distance, lost in his own thoughts, "I'll send some guys to meet with 'em. They ain't gonna be in uniform, don't worry." He turned to look the war dog in the eye, "They'll be there, trust me."
Nova Constantinople, Stojam
"Son of a bitch." Alek swore, planting his fist squarely on the horn of his car, as Protesters blocked the road, "Y'all mind fucking off." He hissed quietly in the confines of the vehicle.
"This ain't gonna be easy." Bliznakov sighed, "That's a lot of angry civilians."
"That's a lot of Gulags." Alek joked, snorting a little at his own joke, slowly crawling trying to get through the crowd, which was looking less and less likely, "A lot of bullets."
Bliznakov shrugged, "If we could kill Miroslav without turning this country into the fucking Ukraine, that would be great."
"Hey, Kulaks are Kulaks." Alek stated matter of factly, "If they don't want to change, we'll give them what all capitalist pigs like most." He grinned a little to himself, "Incentive."
"So how are we looking." Bliznakov questioned, "Obviously these bastards ain't on our side."
"A few rebellious kids. Soviet Flag wavers and what have you. Mostly goons. The big guns are the Turks. Let's say they're not to happy about the Orthodox Christians coming to town, raising up the Stojam Flag in New Constantinople. There are more than a few fuckers that want to see Miroslav gone, all they need are the guns." He paused for a moment, growling under his breath as he pulled around and began to move away from the protesters to find a way around them. "That's where we come in."
by Ruskland-Preuben » Sun Mar 26, 2017 9:51 am
To: Lamerikan Leader
Greetings, and I will be blunt, we shall support you in anything against the Strawberry Jammians.
Err, Stojamians.
P.S: A female nephew faps to you
Toodles!
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