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by Restored Columbia » Wed Aug 16, 2017 12:57 am
by The Imperial State » Wed Aug 16, 2017 11:26 am
Restored Columbia wrote:He lifted his glass and drank stoically. A great many flamboyant guests attending such a grand signing would not be unexpected, but with the grace and wealth presented being on par with that of the old empires? What an odd bunch we are indeed. He wasn't all that different in queer dress, as he too intended to give off an air of pride and a recollection of the old days. His attire was a tailored blue tailcoat and long trousers, a pair of riding crop boots, with an old fashioned frill coming from the middle of his waistcoat, as all to appear plain yet idealistic in fashion. He carried no badge of office, no medals, nor jewelry, nothing else to denote his rank as President of his movement. He found the trappings of nobility very distasteful; his was a background of hard common folk and to him, they embodied the Republic. But to dwell on that was to digress. He sought the same goals as many of these dignitaries, so he shall tolerate it, as will the Party.
In fact, the only distinguishing feature of President JC Lenderman was his small, grey Van Dyke beard, his round distinct glasses, and his serious yet quiet demeaner that would make one think he would be an official and not some mere historical reenactor. That goes without mentioning his sizable Secret Service retinue, all dressed in slick black armour and thick helmets with slanted visors. All communication between them, the President, and HQ was through secure combeads imbedded in their helmets. They carried what seemed to be compact, yet fairly blocky sub-machine guns comparable to P-90's.
He arrived on a specially reserved runway for the ocassion in a pearl white jet plane, with no other features besides the Aquila of the Party on the tail wing and the designation "42" located on top of the left wing. He had been transported to the delegation by black limo, with the window rolled down and waved to onlookers happily, as if he were a reverred clergyman rather than a politician. A couple of hundred security personnel were in tow along with a few of his personal clerks and executive adepts.
He went up to the self-proclaimed Emperor and extended his hand politely. "A well ordained speech friend. I'm sure all of our forefathers look upon this day in envy, seeing such a collection of old world patriots come to seek our reclaimation of heritage."
by New United States of Columbia » Wed Aug 16, 2017 11:38 am
by Truemerica » Wed Aug 16, 2017 12:35 pm
The Imperial State wrote:New United States of Columbia wrote:Imperial Palace, Washington, Imperial State
As Foley arrived at the large palace, he couldn't help but whistle at the sight. It was large and grand, fitting for an Emperor or a Lord-Protector. As he left the limo and saw the huge crowd of people there, waving mini flags, and chanting his and the other NFF names, he couldn't help but smile a little. This would be a good deal for the Columbian people.
Inside the palace the Emperor was impressed to see the marble floors, the finely crafted Greco columns, the busts of the Founders (with Foley feeling like he should say a prayer or two to them for strength and wisdom), and all the troops and officials there. As he made large strides towards the Emperor's office, he stopped in front of the doors, and took a large breath, before he entered. There he saw Emperor Thomas I, General Williams of the Free American Empire, the President of Restored Columbia, and President Pence of True America. Foley tried to smooth out the crimson sash on his hybrid armor as he explained the delay.
"Apparently the Agent, here, doesn't trust my men and I for my own security. Either that or he doesn't trust your own security details here. I dunno which would be the graver insult, Your Highness."
As he said this his rider boots trumped on the hardwood floor of the office as he strode over to the desk. He leaned over slightly to see try and read the declaration, seeing as it's handwriting was rather small and hard to see when one's head was a good seven feet away. After he finished reading he looked up and around the room.
"Who'd like to sign first?"
He then remembered Thomas and hastily added "Or would you prefer to say a few words first, sir?"
"I would indeed like to say a few words. Firstly, let me address the little unpleasantness of your security detail Lord-Protector. We have full faith in your security detail, but foreign troops have never set foot in the Imperial Palace, not even those from other American countries, and many in our nation would be uncomfortable with the thought. "
The Emperor paused before continuing.
"That being said, I have a short speech prepared for this momentous occasion. Gentlemen, we stand on the brink of eternity! For too long, Americans have been derided, attacked, abused, and exploited by ungrateful foreigners! By signing this treaty, you gentlemen have taken the first step towards righting this egregious wrong. But this is not the last step. We must be willing to fight for years, decades, centuries even! The Brotherhood of Washington's work shall only be finished when all mankind has been taught about the light of true Americanism! By signing this treaty, we will begin building a grand Empire of Liberty, like the one envisioned by Thomas Jefferson! I believe we are all familiar with the words of Neil Armstrong as he landed on the moon. I would like to paraphrase his immortal words. This is One Small Step For a Few Men, One Giant Leap for All Americans!"
The Emperor paused again as a servant entered and passed around glasses filled with champagne.
"So gentlemen, a toast! May the holy light of our Freedom, first lit by our Founders and the Spirit of 76, burn ever brighter, as our Empire of Liberty grows ever stronger!"
At this, the Emperor and his distinguished guests emptied their glasses, and began signing the treaty..
by The Imperial State » Wed Aug 16, 2017 12:51 pm
New United States of Columbia wrote:Imperial Palace, Washington, The Imperial State
Foley took the pen and signed his full name in cursive. As he noted how large his signature was, he smirked, remembering how large Hancock's signature was and how his was similar in that regard. Upon hearing the Lenderman and Thomas discussion, he stood straight up and watched, before he heard Thomas announce the Unity Parade about to be held in Lincoln Square. The Lord-Protector nodded and followed the man to the parade.
Outside, in Lincoln Square, the troops were taking parade formation. The officers were in their dress blues while the troops wore proper combat uniforms and armor, though noticeably very clean and polished, with not a wrinkle in sight as if they ironed it while on the transport ships. The sailors aboard the Columbia Atlantic Battlegroup wore their dress whites and stood on deck, smiling and waving at the crowd.
by New United States of Columbia » Sat Aug 19, 2017 1:47 pm
by The Imperial State » Sat Aug 19, 2017 5:40 pm
New United States of Columbia wrote:As the troops dispersed for the day a few problems emerged between the Imperials and the Columbians.
The faith of the two nations was soon made rather apparent as a group of Imperials headed over to one of the capital's many churches. The Columbians were insistent that they wouldn't be going and, instead, headed over to some of the priests that came with the 80,000 troops and began to recite their daily prayers to the Founding Fathers. Mostly, it appeared, the military men of Columbia prefer prayers to Fathers Washington and Hamilton, though as one later admitted, Hamilton was mostly revered by the military and not much else. The Imperials thought them pagan heretics and a brawl soon erupted between two brigades of Imperials and Columbians that city police had to break up.
Yet another problem soon emerged at one of the watering holes or bars of the city. A full brigade made up of Imperials and Columbians were over there, and having a surprisingly light hearted evening. Songs were played over the jukebox and smoke from cigarettes filled the air along with the sound of jokes, laughter, and cheers for men who were lucky to be married, engaged, or expecting a child. At one table three Columbians and two Imperials were discussing life in their respective American nations. One of the Imperials mentioned his wife would soon be arriving and, when she did, the moodswing was immediate. The laughter stopped, the Columbians fell silent, and a tense stare was committed by all of them at the ebony woman who entered. She rushed over to greet her husband but was, instead, soon greeted with jeers and a full squad of men descending on her and her husband with racial slurs and angry threats being made. One of the men who was currently tackling and beating her husband mentioned something about a tree.
by Truemerica » Sat Aug 19, 2017 8:45 pm
The Imperial State wrote:New United States of Columbia wrote:As the troops dispersed for the day a few problems emerged between the Imperials and the Columbians.
The faith of the two nations was soon made rather apparent as a group of Imperials headed over to one of the capital's many churches. The Columbians were insistent that they wouldn't be going and, instead, headed over to some of the priests that came with the 80,000 troops and began to recite their daily prayers to the Founding Fathers. Mostly, it appeared, the military men of Columbia prefer prayers to Fathers Washington and Hamilton, though as one later admitted, Hamilton was mostly revered by the military and not much else. The Imperials thought them pagan heretics and a brawl soon erupted between two brigades of Imperials and Columbians that city police had to break up.
Yet another problem soon emerged at one of the watering holes or bars of the city. A full brigade made up of Imperials and Columbians were over there, and having a surprisingly light hearted evening. Songs were played over the jukebox and smoke from cigarettes filled the air along with the sound of jokes, laughter, and cheers for men who were lucky to be married, engaged, or expecting a child. At one table three Columbians and two Imperials were discussing life in their respective American nations. One of the Imperials mentioned his wife would soon be arriving and, when she did, the moodswing was immediate. The laughter stopped, the Columbians fell silent, and a tense stare was committed by all of them at the ebony woman who entered. She rushed over to greet her husband but was, instead, soon greeted with jeers and a full squad of men descending on her and her husband with racial slurs and angry threats being made. One of the men who was currently tackling and beating her husband mentioned something about a tree.
Inside the Imperial Palace
The TV was blaring "Good Afternoon my fellow Imperial Americans. This is an INN Breaking News Update. Currently, all troops from the New United States of Columbia are being evacuated for their own safety. The order comes direct from the Emperor himself, following rioting in the capitol. The riots were incited by the Columbians flagrant paganist worship of our nation's, admittedly Christ-inspired, Founding Fathers, and the lynching of an interracial military couple. Following these incidents, massive street fighting broke out between our troops and their's, with casualties in the thousands. As many as 10,000 of the 80,000 Columbian troops were injured or killed in what was essentially a war in downtown Washington. The rioting was finally ended today, but not before 100 Homeland Security troopers mutinied after being commanded to fire on Imperial troops. Their executions by firing squad will be televised at noon tomorrow. Viewing is mandatory. Across the Empire, citizens who have worked themselves up into a jingoistic lather are burning Columbian flags and chanting "Death to Columbia, Death to Foley!" The Emperor has yet to issue a statement....
After hearing this for the fourth time in an hour, the Emperor calmly grabbed his old dress saber, and sliced the TV in half. He then turned to his advisers, red in the face, and seething with anger. He bellowed at them "I want each of you lazy, good for nothing, sons of bitches to explain why you neglected to tell me that these Columbians were a bunch of idolatrous, racist, pagans! Then, I want you to explain to me why I shouldn't have your heads blown off on live TV! This is a total fiasco! We have mobs chanting in the streets, and the Anti-Pope of the Americanist church is calling for war, and quite frankly, I'm on the verge of doing just that! NO ONE disrespects our nation in its own borders! Get me on the line with the generals, we need to discuss this!"
Storming out, he was met by his wife of over 20 years, Empress Nicole, who looked very concerned.
"Sweetie, you're not about to do something stupid like declare war are you?"
"Nicole, I have to. Everyone here is pissed, including me! These bastards lynched a soldier and his wife because of the color of their skin! Their kids don't have a Mother or Father! They need to be civilized, the same way those goat fu...."
As he was about to launch into a rant about some of his Middle Eastern subjects, his wife delicately put her finger to his lips to shush him. They stared at each other for a moment before the Emperor gently pushed away her hand.
"You're right darling. You generally are. We must do something to punish them, while preserving the alliance. How about reparations, a formal apology, and a ban on Columbian troops from publicly worshiping or fraternizing with our troops?" The Empress thought for a second, smiled, and nodded her approval, then added "We'll do the whole good cop, bad cop thing we used to do with the kids. And the Colonies. I'll be sweet and understanding, and tell them everything will be ok. Then you come in and play the belligerent, angry, strongman who will do whatever it takes to punish the offenders!" The Emperor chuckled and began thinking of what to say....
Later That Day
Empress Nicole was very pleased. She managed to bring up the riots in the middle of a speech about enhancing the productivity of America's families. She called for "understanding, unity, and justice in the wake of senseless terror and violence," to thundering applause.
Empress Nicole I calls for calm and understanding in the wake of the rioting in Washington
Several hours later, her husband unleashed quite a rant against the Columbian people and leadership. Printed below is the short address...
My Fellow Imperial Americans. Today, we mourn a great tragedy. The loss of Pvt. William J Custer and his wife Tanya, was a disgusting act of murderous racism, perpetrated against us by FOREIGNERS! We INVITED these Columbians into OUR nation with open arms! And WHAT did they do? They LYNCHED soldiers and practiced PAGANISM on the streets! THEY turned OUR capitol into a WARZONE! WE THE PEOPLE OF THE IMPERIAL STATES WILL NOT YIELD IN THE FACE OF COLUMBIAN AGGRESSION! I DEMAND on the behalf of OUR GREAT EMPIRE that within 60 DAYS, we receive REPARATIONS for the damage done to our capitol, and a FULL APOLOGY from the Columbian government! FURTHERMORE, no COLUMBIAN may practice his pagan religion publicly, nor may they fraternize with OUR troops! THIS IS NOT A NEGOTIATION! WE HAVE NEVER YIELDED TO FOREIGNERS! WE WILL NOT YIELD NOW! WE! WILL! NOT! YIELD! AND IF THAT MEANS WAR SO BE IT! BUT WITH GOD AS MY WITNESS, I WILL NOT YIELD!
The address was wildly popular, and was met with standing ovations by the Military-Conglomerate Chamber, and in public areas where Jumbotrons were present, people actually got out of their cars, to chant in one voice "ISA ISA ISA, THOMAS, ISA ISA ISA" With the stage set and the people of the Imperial States gearing up for any eventuality, the ball was in Columbia's court....
Homeland Security troops during the riots
Emperor Thomas I delivers his angry warning to Columbia
A jingoistic crowd reacts to the Emperor's threats against Columbia
by New United States of Columbia » Sun Aug 20, 2017 6:43 am
by The Imperial State » Sun Aug 20, 2017 6:22 pm
New United States of Columbia wrote:Inside the Imperial Palace
Before anyone could leave, however, a horrific sound was heard. Everyone looked and saw Foley had torn it from it's hinges and tossed it aside. He then slight ducked his head as he entered- carrying town soldiers in his large hands.
"YOU SAY YOU WANT 'JUSTICE'!" He roared, his voice filled with brimstone and eyes with hellfire "THEN I SHALL GIVE YOU JUSTICE!"
He stormed onto the stage say he began tossing the two Columbians in his hand around like rag dolls. Once on the stage he lifted the sleeve of his right arm and revealed he had a tiny pad of sorts attached to it. He pressed a button and released his grip on the troopers, before then standing on their necks with his polished riders boots. He watched as some of the people tried to leave.
"YOU WILL REMAIN WHERE YOU STAND OR YOU SHALL REGRET YOUR POOR CHOICE OF ANGERING ME WITH YOUR FOUL HYPOCRISY!" The Lord-Protector roared at them, his voice making the windows rattle and defeating anyone who was nearby (with him having tossed the Emperor and Empress offstage).
A few minutes later the people saw what he had summoned when a massive suit of eight feet tall Golden power armor casually lumbered in, a large medieval style sword and a futuristic looking plasma pistol strapped to it's side, four faces of some of the Founding Fathers (Washington, Jefferson, Franklin, and Hamilton) seemingly carved onto the shoulder and knee pauldrons, and a large eagle clutching a large red ruby in the center of the armor. It stormed the stage and the back bloomed open as if it were a flower. The monster entered it and pulled out the sword, revealing it to be a flaming sword (the flames being controlled plasma emissions). The back soon had two large metallic "angel wings" shoot out and move slightly. He couldn't actually fly with them but they helped in other ways.
"THIS-" Foley roared as he swung the flaming sword around in his hands "IS TRUE JUSTICE!"
He proceeded to slam the sword into one of the soldier's head for all the audience to see. As he pulled the sword out bits of bone and blood came out. He looked at the other soldier, now whimpering and pleading for life. A cruel smirk could briefly be seen before he repeated his first strike, this time aiming for the heart. Once he was finished the raging angel strode over to Thomas as he sheathed his sword. He leaned over and whispered in his ear:
"We will talk later."
He then proceeded to leave, dragging the grisly corpses with him.
by New United States of Columbia » Sun Aug 20, 2017 7:00 pm
by The Imperial State » Sun Aug 20, 2017 7:17 pm
New United States of Columbia wrote:Washington, ISA
As the riots went on the Columbians fortified their ports as much as they could. Sandbags were deployed, power armor was deployed, and the heavy combots were mobilized. As the riots went on and got more and more vicious and horrible the troops got more twitchy and anxious. However, as soon as they ceased, relief slowly washed over the field corps. Foley had returned to one of the troop ships and had been reading Columbian Scripture, The Word of Columbia, the accepted word of the Archangel/Goddess Columbia, who most Columbians believed had given visions to the Lord-Protector and had long ago guided their colonial ancestors and blessed the Founding Fathers with gifts of strength, intelligence, and creativity. As he was reading the Cult's Word he was interrupted by fierce banging on the door to the deck. He lumbered to the door and opened it to see two burly troopers in their olive green combat armor and blue uniforms holding an Imperial messenger. The Lord-Protector grabbed the letter and tore it open, seeing the simple message Thomas wanted him to accept. He growled low as he thought it over before he looked at the messenger.
"Tell your master I shall arrive in a few hours. I need to assemble an Honor Guard and go over a few terms I wish to give."
Several hours later the large convoy of trucks and jeeps pulled up to the Imperial Palace and Foley, his guards of the human army sent to go on parade (in their parade blues no less), and a few combots had arrived at the Palace, ready to go over the terms over dinner with the Trxemericans and Imperials.
by Truemerica » Wed Aug 23, 2017 2:00 pm
The Imperial State wrote:New United States of Columbia wrote:Washington, ISA
As the riots went on the Columbians fortified their ports as much as they could. Sandbags were deployed, power armor was deployed, and the heavy combots were mobilized. As the riots went on and got more and more vicious and horrible the troops got more twitchy and anxious. However, as soon as they ceased, relief slowly washed over the field corps. Foley had returned to one of the troop ships and had been reading Columbian Scripture, The Word of Columbia, the accepted word of the Archangel/Goddess Columbia, who most Columbians believed had given visions to the Lord-Protector and had long ago guided their colonial ancestors and blessed the Founding Fathers with gifts of strength, intelligence, and creativity. As he was reading the Cult's Word he was interrupted by fierce banging on the door to the deck. He lumbered to the door and opened it to see two burly troopers in their olive green combat armor and blue uniforms holding an Imperial messenger. The Lord-Protector grabbed the letter and tore it open, seeing the simple message Thomas wanted him to accept. He growled low as he thought it over before he looked at the messenger.
"Tell your master I shall arrive in a few hours. I need to assemble an Honor Guard and go over a few terms I wish to give."
Several hours later the large convoy of trucks and jeeps pulled up to the Imperial Palace and Foley, his guards of the human army sent to go on parade (in their parade blues no less), and a few combots had arrived at the Palace, ready to go over the terms over dinner with the Trxemericans and Imperials.
Inside the palace, waiters dressed in black tie attire greeted Foley and his troops. Jazz music was piped in through the Palace speaker system, though that was mainly an attempt to muffle the sounds of screams and sirens, as Homeland Security and the Inquisition finished suppressing stragglers in Washington. The guests were led down a long hallway to a formal dining room. There, the Emperor was waiting in his old dress uniform, complete with saber and sash, and his wife was present in a long evening gown. The battle of words was about to begin....
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