LGBT Protestors Attacked by Government Forces (MT)

by **Arbites** » Tue Jan 29, 2019 5:53 pm

Order Eidos
Official Declaration of the Curia

The Imperium of Arbites Materia continues to pray for the return of order and peace to Fineberg. We pray for those who tragically lost their lives or were wounded after being caught up in events on the streets. We pray for the resolution of this internal policy matter which has vexed our allies for so long, and we have full confidence that the government of King Elijah IV will achieve exactly that in due course.

In light of a number of troubling statements from the international community however,, in particular the latest official statement by the Fatiman Federation, the Imperium of Arbites wishes to state in no uncertain terms that it stands by its allies. The government of New Edom has stated that the situation on the streets of Fineberg is well under control by the militia and local military forces. There is therefore no rational need for the deployment of foreign expeditionary forces to New Edom, especially without the consent of New Edom itself. Yet a number of states have inexplicably declared their intentions to do precisely that, including a number of states which have openly declared their opposition to Edomite domestic policy.

The motives of these states are therefore suspect. In the hope of preserving the peace between the nations in Cornellia, the Holy Curia wishes to make known its position on the unfolding events. The Imperium shall consider any attempt to deploy military forces to New Edom without the expressed permission of its government to be an attack upon Edomite soil, invoking the terms of our alliance. This also extends to foreign naval and air forces operating within Edomite waters and airspace in a similar fashion for the purposes of collecting intelligence, transporting soldiers and materiel, giving shelter to enemies of New Edom, imposing any kind of blockade or no-fly zone, or conducting strikes.

Make no mistake, the Imperium working with its allies will control the Tempesta Ocean and render any planned action against New Edom futile. We will see to it that there is nothing to be gained but ruin and defeat from such a reckless adventure. Therefore it is in the best interests of all parties to abandon such rash military action and instead consider reasoned, civilized diplomacy as befits modern states.

May the Emperor watch over us all.

by **Ru-** » Tue Jan 29, 2019 6:25 pm

Official Statement from the Office of His Imperial Majesty's Secretary of State

To the world's nations,

His Imperial Majesty would like to make it absolutely clear that the Kingdom of Ru will not tolerate invasion of military forces into New Edom's soverign territory without express permission of the ruling Edomite government. This crises will be dealt with in due time, peacefully and entirely within the diplomatic sphere. Ru is comitted to New Edom's defense against military aggression and any nations who proceed to escalate this matter outside of the realm of diplomacy and into military deployment will face severe consequences.

Sincerely,

Roxmari H. Kaihel

Secretary of State for His Imperial Majesty

by **Greater Carloso** » Wed Jan 30, 2019 2:13 pm

Embassy of the Federal Republic of Carloso, Fineberg, New Edom

Davies was shaken violently from his sleep by the sound of his bedside phone ringing. Cursing into his pillow, he squinted at the clock to see what time it was. "Six in the morning? Jesus, whose ringing at this hour..." He could hear the birds singing outside. Davies eventually mustered the will and strength to pick it up. "Hello? Embassy of the Federal Republic of Carloso, New Edom. Davies here. Who is this?" he bleated into the phone. As soon as he realised who was speaking, he quickly snapped out of his half-asleep state.

"Ambassador Davies, this is General Grader, Director General of NISFO. How are we?" Grader said at the other end of the line.

"Oh ah, General Grader, sir. I wasn't expecting you to ring." Davies replied, jumping out of bed and going to his wardrobe to scan for a suit to wear. The two men were good acquaintances, but need exactly friends. Nevertheless, they knew they could trust each other. Davies had in fact served under Grader during their Army days, though those had long since passed.

"Its okay. You shouldn't have anyway. I'm just ringing to tell you that you will have two visitors later on, a man and a woman. Let them in when they come. They will need access to your armoury. Their names are Mr Michael Delgado and Ms Cynthia Acton, but they are operating under the cover of independent journalists. They are investigating certain persons and places of interest, but they might need some 'assistance' while they're at it." Grader explained.

"Of course, sir. I'll tell security that we're expecting visitors." Davies responded, struggling to put on a pair of trousers while simultaneously holding the phone up to his ear with his shoulder. His wife was still fast asleep.

"Very good, Davies. I hope we speak again soon. Bye bye!" Grader finished, hanging up. Davies immediately put the phone back in its place and left the bedroom to make himself a fry for breakfast.

SIERRA Team, Fineberg, New Edom

After they finished breakfast, Mencia left to stake out the headquarters of the Edomite Freedom Coalition, taking the Shadow with him. Acton and Delgado, meanwhile, now had to walk to the Carlosian embassy to collect this 'package' the Commander had been talking about. Only he knew what it really was Since they had no car with them, they decided to walk to Embassy Row. Life was beginning to return to normal after the crackdown, though the standoff over the demonstrators seeking refuge in the embassies still persisted. While they were only a kilometre or two south of the affected area, Delgado decided that they would be better off going another way so they wouldn't attract as much attention from the police, who would probably be shacking down any suspicious individuals they came across.

"This city has a certain charm, doesn't it?" Delgado commented, admiring the clean streets and well-kept greenery, "Reminds me of Madrigal, but with far fewer skyscrapers." They could see an elderly gardener tending to some shrubs that were growing in a small park nearby. Some joggers were out for their morning run. The locals appeared to take little notice of the two foreigners as they walked along. They were careful who they talked around, keeping out of listening distance from other pedestrians and communicating in what were almost low whispers.

"Its nice alright." Acton sighed, "They're all nice cities, until society starts to break down. Do you remember Samora when the separatists started rioting? The Army had the city locked down for two weeks." Acton was referencing the now infamous riots that occurred during the summer of 2009 in the Carlosian city of Samora, noted for its majority Spanish-speaking population, where the quasi-terrorist separatist organisation Facción Soberana staged mass demonstrations in response to local government reforms, using football fanaticism as an effective vector for mobilising support. Their zeal had died down since Tobón took power.

Delgado threw his eyes up. "Yeah, my sister got caught up in that. Herself and three others were trapped in an apartment for five days before the Army rescued them." he said, "Doesn't take much to bring the façade of civilisation crashing down." Looking down a road, they could see the smouldering remains of a few cars, though it looked like the Edomites were in the process of clearing things up. "Then there was the Blue Revolution." Delgado continued, "Now that was the mother of all civil conflicts. It took them two years to return Madrigal City Centre to what it was like before. Really makes you question whether or not it was worth it all in the end." he wondered, "Hundreds of dead, billions in damage. These things always end the same way."

"In the long term, yeah, it was." Acton retorted, "We had two options, to either to go down the rabbit hole with the rest of the developed world, or to carve a new path for ourselves. The cowards in government at the time had to be exposed for what they were. It looks like some countries weren't decisive enough in containing their own undesirables."

They waited for the green man to appear at a crossing and walked to the other side of the road, beginning to walk down a narrow street that was straight ahead, going past some small, rustic cafés, pubs and restaurants that were just opening up for today's business. Very few people were walking about the place. Acton promised to herself that they would eat in one of these places for lunch later on. "I suppose you're right, but Homofront still operates in Carloso, only in smaller numbers now. As if the world couldn't get crazier, we have homosexual terrorists tearing up the place." Commander Delgado laughed off, "But then again I suppose with the internet these days, its easy enough to brainwash people provided they're preconditioned for this sort of nonsense. I'm more impressed with the people who have managed to manipulate these useful idiots, like that Nordholt character."

"Nordholt..." Acton hesitated to say, "The man we know literally nothing about, who is still a prime suspect if Homofront turn out to be involved in all this? He hasn't been seen since his meeting with Karlson in New Sodom. I wouldn't bet on it."

"I know." Delgado muttered, "But his appearance shook both Conquistador and NISFO. I imagine the Nifonese were surprised themselves to find out he was still alive."

After a few minutes of waving in and out of backstreets, they eventually emerged onto Embassy Row, seeing that their desination was only a few blocks down from their current position. There was still a great number of police and militia about the place, though not as much as there had been before. It looked like the area outside the Carlosian embassy had been mostly unaffected by the demonstrations, though it looked like stray bullets had chewed holes into some nearby buildings and shattered several panes of glass. Delgado and Acton cautiously began walking down the road and over to the gates, hoping that Captain Henderson had managed to get word to the Ambassador that their arrival was imminent. "Here goes nothing." Commander Delgado said to himself.

Unknown location

In a darkened room somewhere far, far away from New Edom, a certain man looked down on a metropolis of dazzling blue lights and countless high-rise buildings from the safety of an almost completely barren office located on one of the highest floors of an ultra-modern skyscraper. Nighttime had fallen in this particular part of the world, but the city had chose not to rest. Severe light pollution meant that much of the heavens were totally obscured, the lights of the city competing with the fluorescent Moon in their luminosity.

Dressed in a black business suit with a haze of smoke wafting around him, the man now and again raised his muscular right arm to take a puff of a large cigar. Features which distinguished him were his greying hair, blue eyes, oval face and very serious demeanour, looking upon the metropolis beneath him with some degree of contempt. After finishing with the cigar, he threw what remained of it into an ash tray located on a desk in the centre of the room. Several seconds later, he could hear a loud knock at the door leading into the office. He turned around cautiously at first, before quickly coming to the conclusion that it was probably only his captain. "Come in." he said flatly, almost indifferently, "Is there any update on New Edom?"

A young man dressed in a sort of dark-grey paramilitary garb stepped forth from the dim light of a corridor, coming with a message about the latest developments in a certain theatre of operations where his boss' interests were involved. "Sir, we have received word from Fineberg. The Carlosians from Bangka have been spotted."

The individual looking down on the metropolis was, of course, none other then Steven Nordholt, lieutenant of Amihan Russel and former head of the Foundation for Human Development (FHD). Both Russel and himself were meant to be dead, killed by an explosion in a conference room in the depraved city of Kesslerstaadt. While he was still 'alive', Nordholt had been the primary person responsible for Russel Financial's funding of various left-wing and progressive movements around the world. As a result, he had been directly implicated by numerous intelligence agencies of having fermented numerous coups and false flag operations, most notoriously in Oceanica and Zabolekhovye. Some even suggested that he had been the brainchild in convincing Russel to support Homofront's asymmetrical campaign. "The Carlosians?" Nordholt mumbled to himself, a hint of fury tainting his words, "Why won't those bastards just keep their noses out of our humble business ventures. All three of them?"

"Yes sir, and they aren't working for Santander anymore. It looks like the Carlosian government's National Intelligence Service has hired them." the captain informed Nordholt, somewhat stumbling over his words. There was always the chance that a conversation with the hulking, muscular titan that was Nordholt would devolve into a case of 'shooting the messenger'.

"A smart move. It always pays to have men on the inside, as we know all too well ourselves. They will have to be dealt with. We can't let them find out anything. As it is, they already know that I'm alive, and that's bad enough as it is." Nordholt uttered, breathing deeply, "I want them killed; Acton, Mencia, Delgado, every last one. They might of survived Bangka, but they can't live now, not while we are so close to entering the final stage of our gran operation. Have I made myself clear?"

"I will relay the order to local command immediately, sir." the captain said submissively, genuflecting before his illusive superior and then leaving the room. Nordholt returned to gazing over the vast metropolis, silently cursing the Carlosian trio for interfering with his work once more. He vowed to himself that this would be the last time he had to deal with them.

iiWiki · by **Vionna-Frankenlisch** » Wed Jan 30, 2019 4:37 pm

Royal Communique of His Imperial Majesty, King James I

His Imperial Majesty King James Frederik Turrell, the first of his name, King of Vionna-Frankenlisch, Emperor of the Fallen Isles, Emperor of Valksland, Grand Imperiator of the Vionna-Frankenlischian Colonies and Dominions beyond the Seas, Duke Regent of Linburg, Elector of Grangenburg, Governor of Saint Gall, Chief of the Frankenlischian Commonwealth, Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Military, Defender of the Andyist Faith, Temporary High Archbishop and Lord Protector of the Realm.

To all the nations and peoples concerned with the events currently transpiring in the Empire of New Edom

We have watched with extensive interest the situation in New Edom, our most exalted ally and noble friend. As members, both, of the Imperion Coalition, we are bound to support our dearest companions on the world scale by means diplomatic, economic and military. We are most concerned by the reckless threats of violence received by New Edom from nations foreign to their interests, it is most disturbing that such nations threaten the all-consuming cyclone of war against such a modern, civilised nation as New Edom. It must be stressed that the United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch and all her client states, commonwealth realms and colonies have their lawful obligations and they will honour those agreements.

This is not to say that we agree with what has occurred in New Edom. We, in fact, censure and condemn deeply the violent and disgusting actions of the Edomite state in putting down a peaceful protest with such forceful methods. Inquiries must be made to discover who was at the heart of these transgressions and we have no doubt that blame will fall at the door of the more odious elements of the Edomite government. Indeed, those responsible for the violence must be held to account and brought to justice. But we must not shy away from the threat that groups, such as Homofront, present to the civilised nations of the world. We find their actions in the past years just as disgraceful and, in fact, more so as they were clear, premeditated actions against an established nation-state.

The Government and Monarchy of New Edom must remain aware that Vionna-Frankenlisch, ever noble in her intent and actions, will stand by her allies and support them in every way possible. We are an ancient and noble people, however young our nation and our strength will extend across the seas to defend those we call brothers.

Let there be no confusion, we, Our Imperial Majesty, King James of the most ancient, honourable and Imperial House of Turrell, will bring our influence to bear. We will support our comrades.

- James Frederick Turrell, King of Vionna-Frankenlisch

Frankenlisch, Kingdom of Frankenlisch
11 Parliament Square

"Well..." Count Dochlov Zimmermann laid the statement down on the table in the cabinet chamber. "He's done it..."

He sighed and sat down in his usual chair at the head of the table, with him sat many of the Conservative members of his cabinet. To his left sat Larry Tristram and to his right sat Hannah Davey, the education minister. Along the table also sat Sir Rowan Henson, the International Trade Secretary, John Plymouth, the Secretary for Children and Young People, James Edrington, Minister of Administrative Affairs and the Home Secretary, Felix Kilburn, the newest member of his cabinet. This wasn't the whole cabinet, obviously, not only were multiple Conservative members missing, the entire Imperial Party was absent. This was to be expected, after all, this wasn't an official meeting of the cabinet, simply a bit of discussion between party members.

Larry Tristram spoke up, "I suppose he has... Say, you don't think he'll dissolve Parliament?" He mused.

"No, I doubt that," Sir Rowan Henson came in, "He'll leave it to the Commons to sort it out whilst the Imperials build up a majority in the Nobles."

Zimmermann sighed again, wordless. He knew now that he should have released his own statement earlier on. "How did he release this?" He asked, increduously, "We barred him from the Press Office for the day." There was coughing and the clearing of throats.

"Well, sir..." Felix Kilburn, inexperienced yet talented and enthusiastic, replied, "He turned up at the Press Office in person, I was watching from my office across Parliament Square with some bird-watching binoculars." Nobody asked why he kept binoculars in his office. "The King arrived and the two officers at the door told him that he wasn't supposed to go in today. The King nodded and left and I thought that was the end of it. Then there was a sort of commotion and yelling, this was about an hour later, and I saw that the King had come back."

"And?" Asked Zimmermann, confused with Kilburn's attempts to hint at what had happened.

"Well he had brought some men with him, men of the Palace Yeomanry as I understand, and they had carbines and swords and the King demanded to be let in." Kilburn looked at the floor, "And you see there wasn't very much the police could do about that..."

There came a knocking at the door, Bianca De'Calamio, Zimmermann's Malducian secretary entered. "The Chancellor is here to see you, sir." She reported in the Common Language, albeit heavily accented.

"Oh?" Zimmermann was surprised to see him at all, "Well... Send him in, please, Bianca."

The door closed and opened again moments later, the heavy mahogany swinging on its hinges as, with a genuine smile on his face, Arthur Astron walked into the cabinet room. "Prime Minister," he greeted with a nod.

"Arthur." Zimmermann greeted, with neither a hint of animosity nor goodwill. "I take it you're here to talk about this?" He asked, holding up the King's statement.

"You take it correctly," Astron replied, taking his seat at the other end of the table whilst, behind him, several other Imperial ministers filed in. Percival Mercer, the Defence Minister, Catherine Devin, the Health Minister, Lord Halston, the Minister for Imperial Affairs. And one other man, a clean-uniformed, well-groomed, noble-looking man. He walked around the table and sat to the right of Arthur Astron. He bore the rank insignia of a Romulus General in the Imperial Army and the chivalric insignia of a Knight Commander of the Mace.

"Honoured collegues," Zimmermann greeted the ministers amicably and turned to the newcomer, "and Sir?"

"Harold, Prime Minister, Harold Buckingham." The officer replied, courteously.

"Buckingham of Donaldia?" Larry Tristram asked.

"Of Terranara, sir." General Buckingham replied. "My brother is Lord Terranara."

"Hmm" Tristram replied, satisfied. "What do you have to say about the King's statement, Arthur?" Tristram asked, knowing Zimmermann would have said the same thing.

"Well, quite frankly, gentlemen." Astron replied, "I thought you'd be more pleased than this. Perhaps a little more smug." He went on to explain, "The King has made his position quite clear, despite the actions of the Edomites, we have no choice but to support them. If that is the King's position, it is the Imperial Party's position too. We are bound by our loyalty to our King, bound to support you, Prime Minister."

"More importantly," Zimmermann added, "We are all bound to support the Edomites."

"Perhaps militarily," continued Tristram, who sometimes had a habit of finishing the Prime Minister's sentences for him.

"That's why I'm here," General Buckingham joined in, the Defence Minister nodded from across the table.

"What are you willing to support the Edomites with, roughly?" Larry Tristram directed the question at Percival Mercer.

"Anything..." Mercer replied, entirely serious.

Buckingham nodded. "The Minister speaks for the Imperial Army too. Following the mobilisation during the Belvania Crisis, we are left with thousands of officers and men, all drawing pay and supplies, who we have essentially no use for. The reserves and conscripts have been discharged but these men are active, volunteer soldiers. I can't speak for the Imperial Navy or the Imperial Air Service, but I imagine the situation is relatively similar for them."

"Indeed." Mercer agreed.

"Very good, then," Zimmermann replied. "Well then, we'll schedule a meeting for this evening. Me, Arthur, Larry and Percival will meet with you and other military commanders to decide on a force to offer the Edomites."

"I can arrange that." Mercer assured.

"Good. It seems things are finally on the right track..." Zimmermann said, smiling and sitting back in his chair.

by **Cossack Khanate** » Wed Jan 30, 2019 4:48 pm

Cossack Covert Operations Headquarters, Selvik, Cossack Khanate

Commander Amar Nibhanupudi put his spira in its holder and brought the documents in front of him to his face while leaning back in his chair. The folder had a couple of papers in it. The first was an overall briefing of the Edomite situation, mainly on the topic of Homofront’s involvement. The second was Homofront’s involvement in the Werstown incident. The third was a briefing of possible Homofront cells in Cossack or allied territories. There were others, put Amar put them on his desk and stared out the window, puffing from his spira again. After a few minutes of reflective thought, he lifted the office phone and dialed the main office
“Get me Razor, please”

A few minutes later, the man he had called appeared in front of him. Sergeant “Razor” was an experienced investigator, and a lethal assassin, gaining him the agent name “Razor”. Razor was dressed in civilian clothes, save for the slim pistol holster on his thigh. Amar tossed the folder onto the desk and stood.

“I assume you know why I called you today” Amar said, walking out of his desk and locking his hands behind his back.

“I presume I do, sir, based on the title of that folder”, Razor replied.

Amar turned to face him and grinned. “That’s what makes a good agent. Yes, the Homofront attacks. They have been limited domestically, but I am sure you heard about Werstown”

“Indeed I did, sir. As if LGBTs weren’t enough…”

“Right. The Khanate is a prime target for a Homofront cell, because we take a strong stance against the degenerates. Now, our boys in the NSG have found suspicious activity in northern Montz city. Your job is to fly out this afternoon to Montz and direct some NSG soldiers to check out what’s going on over there. All good?”

“Yes, sir. I’ll pack off for an afternoon flight right away”

“Good Sergeant. The CCO will pay for your travels and your 3-day stay in Montz” Good luck”

Razor saluted, and Amar returned a weaker salute. Right when Razor had passed the threshold, Amar called him back. Razor stopped in the doorway.

“Sir?”

“Don’t forget to take your gun”

Lamboro Atoll, far from the Khanate

Marshall Chander Keo stood on the porch of his room on the Atoll. Using binoculars, he observed the sailors working on the several ships stationed at the Atoll. Most of them were military cargo ships, along with patrol and destroyers, and a lone aircraft carrier. Keo was technically allowed to lead a whole Legion of 10,000 men, but he was instead placed in command of the Lamboro fleet. Attached to his ships and planes were the new arrivals, the 36th, 37th, and 38th strike force battalions, totalling 3,600 infantrymen, along with scores light artillerymen and other technicals, as they were called. Keo liked his post, stationed in a key group of Cossack islands in an expansive sea. The weather was always good out here, the storms were to a minimum, and the men were also in a good mood.

While taking the last sips of his tea, he climbed into his Cossack Venturer jeep and drove through the damp mud roads to reach the training grounds. A couple of companies were out doing joint exercises, but otherwise was empty. Keo parked and walked over to the shooting range, readying his S&K-12 sniper rifle. Crouching and taking aim at a target about 200 meters away, he fired, pulled the lever, fired again, pulled the lever, fired again, until he was interrupted by his satellite phone ringing. He lay down his rifle and picked up.

“Hello”

“Morning Marshall. Have an update for you.” It was Konzul-General Rihat Dewstaad, the general currently in charge of a possible defense of Edom. Of course, it was unlikely that Keo’s force would be needed, with Edom’s other allies and what not, but just in case.

“Good morning sir. What is the update?”

“The situation is escalating slightly. A country by the name of Fatiman Federation has threatened to invade in the name of peacekeeping. Furthermore other nations want to park some big guns on Edom’s shore. Just wanted to inform you.”

Keo’s mood dropped like a stone. These words threw up a red flag for Keo, who had been involved in a brief war against Koreans on the Atoll, and they had been just as “secretive”.

“I’ll keep it in mind, general. The force here is ready for combat whenever necessary. Though I pray Edom should not break so easily.”

“That is all of our hopes, Marshall. But we must serve our duty when it is required of us. Either way, good day to you”

“Have a nice day sir”

Keo slipped the phone back in his pocket and took aim at the target once more.

Unknown building, Montz city

A young female adult bent over a duffel bag. The room she was in was bare, and only contained a single cot, a student’s desk, and a portable stove, along with several cardboard boxes. She finished organizing and left her room, walking down the cold, crowded streets of Montz. She met another woman on the other side of the street, waiting in the shadows. In exchange for the duffel bag, she got a purse full of money. She barely knew the woman she was dealing with, aside from that she wasn’t Cossack and she wanted explosives...

by **Guadalupador** » Wed Jan 30, 2019 4:54 pm

Nosamo, Integralist Confederation of New Yama

The dreary city of Nosamo, now several years removed from the great and terrible battle that scarred it seemed nearly devoid of life or personality; Not many people continued to walk the ancient city’s streets, cars still filled the streets but the daily traffic was much less of what it was before the Uprising. Nosamo’s population had declined rapidly since the establishment of New Yama. Those few citizens of Nosamo that were left either had nowhere else to go, or refused to leave their homes to go northward to freedom. Grandiose pieces of propaganda lined the major streets, erected in each and every square and over many of the city’s landmarks. A large green, yellow and orange banner spanned the entire facade of the abandoned Guadalupadorian National Assembly Building, a quote from Admiral Ghazan Quardya filled the space of the banner in green letters:

”THE ONLY CURE FOR HOMOSEXUALISM IS THE BULLET!”

It was a far cry from what Nosamo was a decade before: one of the most lgbt-friendly cities in the world. Nosamo was the crown jewel of Guadalupadorian culture and history. Now it was in the clutches of those that didn’t respect history or culture but rather working to erase and destroy what it means to be a Dorian.

The New Yaman Junta of National Restoration made its home in a heavily fortified compound in central Nosamo on the ruins of the Grand Premier’s residence itself. The Junta made its decisions and passed them on down to lesser “civil authorities” to be rubber-stamped. Within the compound, Admiral Ghazan Quardya, leader of New Yama monitored the situation within New Edom with a mild enthusiasm, though showing no real emotion with his ever-stoic face.
His cabinet, made up of sycophantic military officials, blathered on about New Edom and its problem with the dreaded homosexuals. Quardya, whom always sat at the end of the large table in his own situation room, took a deep breath and raised his hand to signal for his cabinet to quiet themselves.
The Junta went silent, and were intent on listening to what their leader had to say.
“Silent Ghazan” spoke up: “The homosexuals within New Edom have seemingly risen up once more in an attempt to destroy the Christian foundation of such a beautiful country. It’ll only be a matter of time before the homosexuals within New Yama get the same idea. I want you all to act quickly to destroy the basis of homonationalist resistance to our own Christian society that we are developing here.” That was all Quardya needed to say. The rest of the Junta nodded and got up and left the situation room, off to plan the next major crackdown on homosexuals in New Yama.

As soon as his Junta left, Quardya started to write on a notepad. The first draft of an official communique to New Edom, commending the Edomite’s actions to protect themselves from the evils of homosexualism.

To: His Majesty, King-Emperor Elijah IV, Her Majesty Queen Mara I, and The Honorable Minister of Foreign Affairs Hosidius Geta

From: Admiral Ghazan Quardya, President of the New Yaman Junta of National Restoration

Subject: Commendation for the Actions in Fineberg

Encryption: MEDIUM

It is with great enthusiasm and respect for all true brothers and sisters of Christ that I decree that the Integralist Confederation of New Yama commends the actions taken by Your Majesty’s Government and the brave men of the Fineberg Militia against the internationalist communist agents of Homofront. There should be no criticism for the actions that your government deemed necessary in combating such destructive influences. It disheartens me to see so many nations criticize and threaten the Edomite people with destruction over such matters as maintaining security for all of your citizens. I also must send my condolences for those that have been lost during the turbulent past few days, both during the initial attempt on Your Majesty’s Government and during the heinous terror attacks across the beautiful city of Fineberg. May the criminals behind such acts be swiftly brought to justice.

The agents of Homofront have seemingly infiltrated many of these nations that offer only criticism to New Edom, and asylum to criminals. I hereby offer my country’s support, if Your Majesty deems it necessary to help end the homosexualist grip on the good Christians of New Edom. Even if such support is needed to be symbolic in nature, it sets a precedent that God-Fearing Christians around the world are not alone in the modern-day culture war.

We Are With You.

- Ghazan Quardya

After Quardya wrote the letter, he had one of his aides digitizes copy and sent it off to New Edom. Quardya shuffled back to his office and peered out the window at his Ministry of State Security hard at work preparing for the coming crackdown.

by **Greater Carloso** » Wed Jan 30, 2019 6:48 pm

Cárlos Tobón (@_carlosmtobon)
Just now from Madrigal, Carloso

Naturally opposed to the foreign, imperialist aggression displayed now by numerous countries in the last few days, Carloso reaffirms its commitment to eternal solidarity with our allies in New Edom. We are quickly learning that many countries around the world that have been infected with the disease known as 'liberalism', which has proven itself to be a cloaked vector for infiltration of communist elements into the developed world, are actively aligning themselves with our sworn enemies and are actively aiding and abetting in their campaigns to deliberately destabilise nations, initially small ones but now moving onto larger prey. Such attempts to undermine national cohesiveness and the sense of strong identity often associated with dualistic countries of our times must be opposed on every existing front if they are to survive.

As a sworn member of SACTO, Carloso declares, as it has before, that it is obliged to come to the defence of any fellow member whose sovereignty is threatened by ideological neo-colonialism that is the globalist/neo-liberalist/communist axis of evil, that seeks to break down national identities purely for the sake of economic gain. Our foes will come to know the full wraith of the Carlosian Armed Forces should they continue to poke the hornets nest. Lord willing, He will grant his protection to New Edom and Carloso!
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by **New Edom** » Wed Jan 30, 2019 8:08 pm

The Previous Day,
Radimostan Ambassador’s Vehicle

Just as the embassy’s guard detail prepared their firearms and opened the car doors, the chaotic crowd of activists began to quickly disperse. Finally, they could see a group of uniformed horsemen. One of them dismounted and approached the SUV, shouting something.

"I am sergeant Svoboda." the foreign NCO said in Cornellian Latin, completely butchering the pronunciation and continued to talk in very simple sentences. "I am from the Radimostnian embassy security. I accompanied the ambassador, he is dead now. Help, please."

“Holy Christ,” muttered the Corporal, crossing himself. In the same language he said to his men, “Get the Doc over here, we got a VIP in trouble! Let’s secure a perimeter, call this one in!”

The Royal Cavalry Guards swiftly arranged themselves in a circle around the vehicle and dismounted, making their horses kneel down on the ground and preparing to use them as shields while they secured the area. While this was going on, the corporal explained, “I am Corporal Goshen, 1/3/Company Adam Royal Cavalry Guards, and we will secure this area so that the ambassador can be evacuated. Is it acceptable that His Excellency should be removed to the Grace of God Hospital along with any other casualties?”

The Corporal also offered to put the sergeant in touch with any local authorities necessary to such movements.

From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

To Minister of Foreign Affairs: Štefánia Pecháčekov

On behalf of the Council of Ministers, we are deeply sorry to hear of the death of your ambassador. This unfortunate incident is, we hope, an accident, but naturally we do not rule out an attack by the terrorist group Homofront. I am informed by the Minister of Defense, General J. Unwerth, that a unit of the Royal Cavalry Guards has assisted your own embassy security in making sure that the body, vehicle, and other embassy personnel and residents are given every necessary assistance.

At this time we do not know what provoked the incidents that resulted in tragic violence on the day of the march. Your government will, naturally, be informed as to the results of an investigation which will be conducted. One of the problems with the march was that it was never granted permission by the government, and was organized on so large a scale that it was easily mismanaged, and may have included malicious groups which intended to provoke an incident. Without a proper investigation it is difficult to be sure, but I hope you do not believe it is standard operating procedure for our government officials to open fire on unarmed and peaceful people.

Again, you have our condolences on the tragic events.

I have the honour to be,
Hosidius Geta,
Foreign Minister

by **The Chuck** » Wed Jan 30, 2019 10:58 pm

Charles Rock, The Chuck - Chuckian Continental HQ

Q. Quinn Quentin was sitting in his office speaking on his phone with an ever growing shit-eating grin on his face. As he talked with some fellow journalists, the other workers of the Chuckian Continental went about their day. Suddenly his door slammed open and they all heard him hollar,

"Stop the fucking presses! The Montenbourgians are attempting to condemn New Edom! They have some major audacity and cojones to attempt this on a sovereign nation like New Edom. I need some writers in my office now! We've got to get this story to the press as fast as possible! Allie, John, Danny! My office now!"

With that, the three writers sat down around Quinn's desk and they worked together on an article for the front page of the Chuckian Continental. Less than 45 minutes later the first copy of the Chuckian Continental rolled off the presses.

Fineberg, New Edom - Chuckian Embassy

Joan and Madison were awoken by one of the female embassy staff members knocking on their door.

"Madison and Joan Andrews? Ambassador Parker wanted to speak with you over breakfast."

Rolling over, Madison saw that it was 10 A.M. and decided it was high time to wake up. Rolling out of bed she walked over to Joan and shook her awake too. Once they were up and dressed, they headed down the hall with the staff member to the dining hall. Walking in they were shocked to see Ambassador Parker wearing a bathrobe over bed clothes with his hair all disheveled. Looking up he smiled at them before speaking,

"Good morning Madison and Joan, I hope you both had a satisfactory sleep? Pardon the appearance but I was working through most of the night making sure our citizens in New Edom are all accounted for and safe. Along with that I've spoken with the New Edom government and have arranged for you to have a personal escort while you are here. They'll be arriving shortly so please eat. Now I need to get ready for the day."

With that, Ambassador Parker got up and left and Madison and Joan dug in to their breakfast. It was a continental style breakfast but good nonetheless. As they were finishing, Ambassador Parker came back in and looked totally different. It couldn't have been more than 10 minutes since he had left but he returned clean shaven and freshly washed wearing one of his professional suits. As he walked through the hall he didn't seem to pay any attention to the sisters but as he walked by he palmed a napkin into Madison's hand. As she was about to speak, he flashed her a concerned look which shut her up. Continuing through the hall he left without saying a word. Once they were finished, Madison and Joan got up to leave. Once they were alone in the hall they looked at the note.

Come to the basement near the armory. Instead of taking a right, take a left and go through the second door. Make sure you are not followed!

With that they silently looked at each other and headed for the elevator. Taking it down to the basement they followed the instructions and made sure they weren't followed. Once they entered the room they saw that there was an envelope sealed with the government seal and a second note.

While you are out chasing your story, please make sure this arrives to the New Edom government.

Taking the envelope they went upstairs to grab their journalism equipment. Once they packed their backpacks and camera bags, another embassy staff member knocked on the door and asked them to follow her to the gates. Getting up they put on their black tactical vests and press credentials before following her. On the way to the gates they passed by Ambassador Parker's office and heard him call out to them.

"Joan and Madison, one moment. I have some papers for you!"

Taking a detour into Parker's office he had a couple documents on his desk. Taking them he handed them to Joan and Madison along with a set of keys.

"Your international driver licenses. Both of you have licenses but we can only spare one car right now. Once you meet up with your escorts, go to the garage and get it. Also, here is a letter that will allow your escorts to enter embassy grounds. Have a good one and stay safe!"

With that they left Parker's office and continued to the gate. Once they were at the gates they were greeted by two New Edom government soldiers who introduced themselves as Sergeant Dale and Public Information Officer Lieutenant Ambiei. Smiling, Madison and Joan exchanged greetings with them and explained how they had a car supplied by the embassy. Walking back to the garage they found their 5 seat sedan and put their bags in the trunk. Once the four of them were situated in the car, Madison asked if they could go to the main government building first to get photos. With that they took off and headed for one of the main governmental buildings in New Edom.

Arriving at one of the government buildings, they noticed a large crowd of people had gathered around a police barricade. Luckily they had two military members with them and their press badges were noticed. Moving through the crowds they went through security and were thoroughly searched. On the inside, Joan took a moment before speaking,

"Oh shoot, if you three don't mind, I need to use the restroom. I'll call you once I'm done and I'll catch back up with you."

With that she left the group while Madison, Lieutenant Ambiei, and Sergeant Dale continued to walk around while Madison took photos. Once she was alone, Joan made sure the sealed envelope was still with her before slipping down the halls. As she moved through the building she kept her eyes peeled on those she passed until she spied someone she was fairly certain was a member of the New Edom intelligence community. Walking past she quickly palmed the letter into the person's hands before disappearing back into the crowds and rejoining the three others shortly later. Once she was back with them, they continued taking photos for a bit until they left to continue their journey around Fineberg.

by **Ardoki** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 2:25 am

Edomite Fredom Coalition Headquarters, Fineberg
New Edom

Torin walked down a quite tree-lined footpath in the early hours after dawn. He had left his hired car a few blocks away and proceeded to the Edomite Freedom Coalition headquarters on foot, juggling a single apple he had taken from his hotel room. Torin expected the building would be under surveillance, probably by more than one actor. But I am just a humble journalist, seeking answers about the recent riot from one of the organisers.

Across from the building, he caught a glimpse of a large black SUV out of the corner of his eyes. He quickly ceased juggling his apple, and sharply turned to enter the building.

'Hello. I'm Jason Conner, a journalist from the UK.' He announced as he entered the foyer, stopping to take a bite from his apple. 'If I could just get the chance to speak to your president, I'm sure I can be of great help to your organisation and your cause.'

by **New Edom** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 4:10 am

The Foreign Ministry,
Fineberg, New Edom

For a moment, when he woke up, he had no idea where he was. An office, an institutional hallway, a rural church with pines and cedars moaning outside it, his grandfather’s farm-villa and the turtledoves cooing outside. Then Hosidius Geta was fully awake, on the couch in the sitting room area of his office. He sat, and every bone in his body ached. This is what it must have felt for Lazarus he thought. Drained in every aspect, he sat and rubbed some blood into his face.

He stood at the window in his underwear and undershirt. It was early dawn, and the sun was dappling the pavement below with shadows. The boulevard, lined with ash trees and iron wrought lampposts, was beginning to come alive with people. The first arrivals were mostly service workers in coveralls, tidying up debris. Soldiers maintained pickets.
The door opened, and Lara came in, and blinked in surprise. “Oh...Your Excellency...you’re here.” she put down her briefcase and inclined her head in a respectful bow.

“I am.” he walked to his executive washroom and stripped himself naked after closing the door, washing his crotch, armpits, neck and face, feeling displeased with this, but for now it was the best he could do. He shaved with a straight razor, the ritual of whipping the soap to foam, of carefully moving the blade along his cheeks, jawline calming and waking him, splashed on cologne and swabbed deodorant, and carefully combed his hair into neat slightly curled waves. A strong, Cornellian-Baran face stared back at him, like the bust of a statue of a long dead senator or pro-consul. He wrapped a towel around his waist, walked down, and sat on his chaise-longue. Lara joined him, flushed and her blouse open, and he feasted upon the glories she offered him, nuzzling, burying his face in soft-firm sweet scented flesh. Satisfied, he wiped his mouth on a napkin she offered and then, with her assistance, dressed in a fresh three piece suit that he always kept for emergencies such as this.

“What’s first?” he asked of her, touching her cheek gently and smiling at her.

“Undersecretary Corbulo wished me to pass on an intelligence message from the Visayan Ambassador, sir,” she said.

Geta sat down at his desk and read it carefully, and after calls with Corbulo and Misabel was ready to respond.

From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

(Most Secret Encryption as Appropriate to Officials Relevant)
Dominic Kang, MBA, Ambassador
Visayan Embassy to New Edom

Your Excellency

Thank you very much for the candor of your message. Because of our working relationship, given our pursuit, in this particular case, for the time being, the government of the Holy Empire will accept your policy vis a vis asylum seekers, provided that at this time none of them leave the country and that all necessary paperwork is duly presented to the Directorate of Immigration under my ministry.

Regarding the persons of interest: I have passed on the two lists to the Ministry of Police in order to pursue them.

I have the honour to be,
Hosidius Geta,
Foreign Minister

The Embassy School

The Embassy School, so called, was a former convent that had been changed into a school, but was still run (as many schools were) by the Apostolic Church. While it did hire laity as teachers, it was of very high quality. And provided students with chef prepared nutritious meals (breakfast, lunch, dinner). It was attended by a combination of foreign dignitaries (diplomats, wealthy expats, children of foreign busienss executives) and by the children of some wealthy and aristicratic families in Fineberg.Because it catered to so many foreigners, it was unique in having an atmosphere that was friendly to the clothing optional lifestyle but did not require it for any athletics. In this it had begun to set a trend that other schools catering to the rich had begun to observe. It was thus, in the eyes of the End Times Church and other purists, a foreign corrupting interest and was guarded carefully for that reason.

Each student, teacher, and staff member in the school system had a school photo ID card, which was a proof that they were enrolled in or employed by the school in question. These identification cards were attached to lanyards which were worn around the student, teacher, or staff member’s neck, above any clothing which they might be wearing. Each ID card also had a barcode, which allowed the person wearing it access to essential equipment or other needed functions. Each student, teacher, or staff member’s ID number was also printed on the ID card. These ID cards had be worn at all times while at school, or school functions. There was no charge for replacement of lost or stolen ID cards, and the ID cards were issued at no cost.

The Ministry of Justice had a special section devoted to the school and the university and colleges that catered to international as well as domestic students and which included VIPs from New Edom.

When the students and teachers had watched, shocked, as the news came in, the school’s headmaster, Abbot Nicholas Anselmo, a heavy set, weathered man with a slow, calm voice, had spoken to the assembly. “We will be keeping students here, and the Army will be providing additional security for the time being. It is a good drill for the future--the unknown, the unexpected will happen regardless of what we intend!” he smiled reassuringly. “Students of all grades will be using the gymnasiums and the larger lecture hall as accommodations. Exercise mats and blankets are available to bed down in. We have emergency stores of any required medications, and we will be contacting any of your parents if there are concerns.”

That hd been the previous evening. The all-clear had not yet been sounded, and the students could see that guarding approaches to the athletics areas, parking lot and entrances were soldiers, while Ministry of Police security guarded the actual interior of the school.

by **New Edom** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 4:50 am

From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

(Most Secret Encryption as Appropriate to Officials Relevant)
To Larry Tristram, Foreign Minister of Vionna-Frankenlisch

Dear Minister

I hope that this message finds you well. Of course our government’s cooperation and friendship is not easily challenged. Sir Michael Dobson’s unfortunate actions we may take to be a personal rather than a policy transgression. His fear for his daughter is understandable. Who among us does not love our children and relations? Nevertheless, it is, as you doubtless understand, an embarrassing incident that we should probably not endlessly dwell upon.

A concern, however, that I wish to bring up, is Sir Michael’s daughter’s connection with a young woman who she was associated with. It is my understanding that his daughter has some amorous connection of an unnatural nature with this young woman which she has imagined entitles her to urge the other young woman’s extradition from our country. This would be most inappropriate as the young woman in question has been arrested for instigation of a riot to encourage the undermining of our national peace. I would greatly appreciate your promise that such an avenue would not be pursued by your government, and that Sir Michael should consider himself and his daughter fortunate not to be brought up on charges from our government.

I look forward to our continued friendship and cooperation.

I have the honour to be,
Hosidius Geta,
Foreign Minister

by **New Edom** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 4:52 am

The Foreign Ministry,
Fineberg, New Edom

Meanwhile, in the lobby, Lieutenant Oslo Dusk was approached by the receptionist, a young woman wearing a blouse, jacket and long calf length skirt. Though she was modest in demeanor, he might get the impression that she wore nothing beneath her outer clothing. . “Lieutenant? If you go to the elevator bank to the left, you will take it to the fourth floor. Go to the Office of Transmarine Affairs, and you will find the Deputy Assistant’s office.” she smiled and bowed, Edomite fashion. The courtesy was belied somewhat by the very visible presence of soldiers near the outer doors, the metal detector wands

Once he had traveled up to the fourth floor, he found himself in a hall with a checkerboard floor and sculpted stone walls, and signs on brass plates indicating where particular offices were. Transmarine Affairs occupied most of the 4th floor and so he soon found the Assistant’s office. An olive skinned man in a light blue suit and striped tie greeted him.

“Lieutenant Oslo Dusk? I’m Melzar, the Deputy Assistant,” he said with a smile and an inclination of his head. “Why don’t you come in?”

Melzar’s office was decorated with modest clean lines and featured portraits of the Monarchs as well as icons of the Madonna and Child and of John the Baptist. “May I offer you a drink, perhaps, some refreshment? Fixxy water, coffee, tea?" If he said yes, then Melzar got his secretary to bring him a drink, and he had mint tea for himself.

Well, Lieutenant, what can I do for you?”

by **New Edom** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 5:30 am

Stonehaven Prison, Fineberg, New Edom
From outside, it was just a rather blank looking government building, an edifice of concrete in a generally restricted area of the city, and unremarkable compared with the splendour of Victory Square, the great cathedrals, Betharan Palace and so on. The sound of a CD playing echoed in the hallways.

The prison had had some modernization done. Better lighting, better ventilation, better camera and motion security systems, chem and bio sniffers, a improved shipping, parking and staff areas. However the cell doors were still only possible to open through a mechanical device directly operated from outside. Teams of three were used to handle each prisoner. It was possible if there was a fire (not likely in a building made of concrete and metal) to evacuate prisoners to courtyards by section where they would find themselves in a dead end. But ultimately the view was “if a fire or disaster causes chaos, let them die.”

It was masonry and concrete structure with sub levels. The sub-levels had some state-of-the art equipment. The grim granite simplistic architecture had an aura of despair and depression. The prison was built originally before the era of indoor plumbing. Several alcoves were retrofitted; however, cells in the main cell area are extremely Spartan.

The individual cells had no bedding, running water, or toilets, though there were drains in the floor. Periodically the cells were cleaned and disinfected. Since the climate is mild, the inmates were able to sleep on the bare concrete using only a thin blanket without serious health issues.

The sifting process from the Ministry of Justice had already yielded 25 suspected Homofront sympathizers, or affiliated suspects as well as a few other prisoners, who had been brought there hooded, under cover of darkness, into an underground parking area and moved by vehicle to Stonehaven where they were processed.

All prisoners were moved in an unhurried way to a room with faded tiles which had old and relatively new bloodstains. This was largely for effect but the prisoners didn’t know that; one thing the first Minister of Police, John Kohath (now a member of the Board of Directors of First Avantine Bank of New Edom) had devised as an interrogation trick was to slaughter a young pig in a nearby room with human voice recordings mingled with it so that people would think that horrible tortures and murders took place in a room where you would soon after or hours or days after process a prisoner. Few but the bravest of the brave would not be daunted by this, he had found. Shaved of all bodily hair, scrubbed down, none were permitted clothing after their arrival; they were given an alpha-numerical name by which they would be referred by all but a precious few who knew their actual identities. Prisoners were regularly humiliated though in a rather brisk, cold way, without overt sadism. Forced to defecate and urinate into the open sewer drains that served as toilets, force to eat tasteless food without utensils, forced to speak only at certain times. They were just about never beaten and kicked around and more treated like cattle; they were always hooded outside their cells, hobbled with chains outside their cells with their arms in a device like a straightjacket. Escape had never occurred save once—and everyone in the know knew it had been faked to raise security after the panic.

First Sergeant Rehoboam Lubim was tasked with doing prisoner intakes and daily inspections in “A” block. . As such, he was able to assign cells to the incoming prisoners. He assigned one new one to cell A3, and another to cell A4 and so on. A decimal would be added to indicate the prisoner’s identity, and he and the other guards would only know these names. They would not discuss the prisoners’ real names or identities. Only the CPHSO (Home Office) or CPISO (Foreign Office) officers were permitted to know the actual identities of these prisoners.

Lubim saw them as his charges, and he was a strong believer in the regimen that was adopted. He was proud of his job and was confident in doing it; he had been doing this duty for four years. Regular exercise, feeding of just enough food or just too little food were regular regimens; time confusion was a requirement, and sometimes varied depending on what the officers assigned to the prison recommended. Regular medical examinations were not his duty but he was required to prepare the prisoners for that. He always paid attention to detail, often did pop inspections or quizzes o the guards, used his own private reward and punishment system which seemed to produce great efficiency. There were also regular cavity searches and genital inspections to maintain the prisoners’ health.

The First Sergeant punished abuse of the prisoners strongly; he would report instantly even the most veteran guard for a rape or molestation of male or female—that was not what they were there for. They had a perfectly good Council Police brothel for that. Sinful but after all one must deal with the sinful urges dealing with such animals as the prisoners. He felt himself to be entrusted with a very important set of tasks of the highest responsibility. Just as his uniform ws immaculate at all times and his routine exacting for the sake of inevitable problems and emergencies, he expected the same of the men and women who worked under him. The officers, who consisted of interrogators, analysts, medical professionals and administrators, were to be bothered with the petty details of prisoner guarding and care as little as possible. Make no mistake, it was a hard duty. Evil and good were hard to divide. Pity was as dangerous as cruelty in this line of work, and he had walked a fine line since assuming his position five years ago. He considered himself a man of the highest integrity.

by **New Edom** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 5:51 am

From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

(Moderate Encryption as Appropriate to Officials Relevant)
To Elizabeth McCord
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Foreign Office Headquarters "Palace of Westfalia"
Montague, Montenbourg

Dear Minister,

I cannot begin to understand where you are getting your information from,. If you know our country’s history, you know doubt also should know that words such as persecution, torture, extra judicial killing are very strong and accusatory words that are inappropriate not only in the present case but as criticisms of our government policy. You must also know that our government has established its constitution and laws with the consent of a God-fearing people who believe that homosexuality and other aberrant forms of sexuality are a sin, a departure from the will of God.

You should also know that we are nevertheless humanitarian. We do not persecute homosexuals in our country, Indeed, our government acts to protect such persons from angry mobs and vigilantes who misguidedly believe they would be doing God’s will through murder, violence, rape and lynching. It is our government’s policy, however, to pursue emigration for such persons if they will not agree to live under our laws. Those who continue to live in our country and pursue lives of activism are deliberately acting to undermine our laws and government.

We are, currently, investigating the shootings and the order to use heavy weapons against the unlawful demonstration which took place yesterday. We ask that your government rescind its effort to condemn our country and attack our reputation. Please consider peaceful solutions, and cease your government’s provocations against ours.

I have the honour to be,
Hosidius Geta,
Foreign Minister

by **New Edom** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 11:43 am

Edomite Fredom Coalition Headquarters, Fineberg

The headquarters was a large warehouse between a residential and industrial section of town, and words loudly echoed off the rafters. Roughly 2,000 people had gathered there. They had arrested the most publicly known leaders, it was feared, and so it was a free for all. ETC members of the EFC were not sure that they wanted to demonstrate for LGBT people. Peace and Harmony members wanted no further street violence and wanted to negotiate.An uneasy alliance it was, but it was felt by all equally that it was vital that Edomite citizens be able to publish and speak of political issues freely, whether they were accepted or lawful or not.

“…so now,” said Seth Soren, a EFC leader with horn rimmed glasses, his hair in a sharp Dutch Boy cut, wearing a tunic style shirt and jeans, standing in the crowded warehouse on a wooden stage. “They are telling us we cannot gather in public in groups of more than a hundred, but hey, guess what Government—you didn’t cover indoors!” he waved his speeches papers to thunderous cheers and applause.

“Okay now…listen…okay…listen…” it took a while for it all to die down. Even other student leaders and sympathetic professors on the stage were applauding still. He waited a bit. Then he said when it had died down enough, “Now, they are also lumping all protestors with violation of the Morality Act!” He nodded to the increased cheers. “Right…and so we need our point of view heard. Now listen, if we all spoke at once right here, we’d be here for days. But I want to urge all of you…go on http://www.voiceofstudents.ne, and make your voices known there. Sign the online petition and get it out there! Speak to your representative Deputies! We want the King and Queen doing more than visiting hospitals. Let them demonstrate their justice by hearing us!”

“There is a pattern here. All these news reports in foreign news, not our own. SACTO and the Imperion Alliance! Using foreign mercenaries against our own people! Forcing us off the streets! But they cannot shut down everything at once! We need to decide--do we continue to demonstrate? Because they cannot arrest everyone!” he waved a hand at the cheers, though he noticed pockets here and there reflecting the natural fear and worry, people with folded arms, worrying, muttering.

“I stand in solidarity with our sisters and brothers in the embassies!,” he continued. There was some murmuring, and people were quieting down. “Yes, I said it. I don’t stand for dissolving our country, but I stand by people’s right to vote, their right to self determination…”

“What are you, a Marxist?” cried a voice from the crowd. He was sure it came from some Blue and White painted ETC scattered in little groups, most of them people in very good shape, naked except for sandals.

“Yeah, no godless commies!” shouted someone else.

“Shut up idiots, they’re oppressing all of us,” another voice in the crowd, a woman’s voice, screamed.

“Hey listen! I stand by them not because I agree with their politics!” Seth insisted. He had the mike, he used it.”I stand by them because they’re under that spider, our so-called Deputy Minister of Justice Peter Misabel, who is trying to erase the fact that they SHOT PEOPLE.” Scattered applause came in response. “Let’s not forget something—Jocasta broke up our protests, but Misabel ordered his thugs out and they SHOT PEOPLE. It wasn’t horses tramping, it wasn’t batons hitting, it wasn’t just teargas,they wounded and killed people! And the investigation whitewashed them, and they keep taking down people’s pictures and testimonies of it! So I’m not talking about standing for Feminism or Communism,I’m talking about our rights as citizens to gather in protest and to vote without GETTING SHOT.” Applause came more strongly now.

“So we cannot let them brand all of us with wanting to make a theocracy, because that is NOT what we want! What we want is the right to speak without fear. We should have the right to ask why someone claims the right to govern us without having our heads beaten. We have the right to a voice. And I recommend, and the other members of the Coalition recommend, and our supporting professors recommend—that that be our motto for this movement: We have the right to a voice!”

Cloris found herself at the end of the speaking shouting, raising her fist and her words with others: “We have the right to a voice! We have the right to a voice! We have the right to a voice!”

However Joseph Gideon, an ETC member who had a lot of experience in street scuffles and riots, took the stage after that. “You’re a lot of fools!” he roared in a parade ground strength voice. He stood, naked as a classical athlete, his body bearing scars for his participation in the 2nd and 3rd Civil Wars. “Listen to me,” he said, in response to boos and yells from the Lecks and others who were so enthusiastic. “We have to step away from this LGBT stuff. Let’s say that Seth is right, and that it is a matter of freedom entirely. He’s not wrong. But it’s easy to dismiss what we can fight to gain because the support for the LGBT people...who are what? Maybe 1% of the population? Makes it possible for the Government to dismiss all our claims! And let’s not forget--at the end of the day they’re godless wanton sinners who would rather engage in perverted sex than submit themselves to the will of God!”

“What do you want them, Joseph?” demanded Seth angrily. “To throw men and women who have an equal right at least to protest without being killed in the streets to the wolves?”

Joseph said, “If you take a stand for them, you’ll do it without the ETC wing of the Coalition, Seth.” At that, a huge argument began to erupt….

As the meeting broke up, seeing the journalist, Seth said, "Yes, why not? We can probably use all the coverage we can get..."

by **The World Capitalist Confederation** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 1:24 pm

The President, in Parliament, after the passing of the Act to Protect Sexual and Ethnic Minorities Internationally, better known as the Hormet Act.
"There is no prouder day than today for human rights in Britain. I thank Parliament for gracing me with the power to protect minorities internationally. I believe that these new powers shall be used to fight for rights, and to spread the British value of freedom. We will not stand idly by as people are struck in the head and shot for looking different or loving those they are forbidden to. Britain shall now be committed, from this day on, to win against foreign governments in the battle for basic human rights and justice. We will fight again and again, because we will be the vanguard of human rights, and we will be the vanguard of freedom!"

by **New Visayan Islands** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 1:33 pm

TO: The Foreign Ministry of the Holy Empire of New Edom
FROM: The Visayan Embassy to New Edom
RE: LGBT Riots

We thank you for your response. In return, we have the most recent lists of Persons of Interest.

Martin Hood - team leader
Emily Bradford - team leader
Obadiah Carson - group leader
Claire Johnson - group leader
Leah Jackson - team leader
Terrence Clarke - group treasurer

Albert Wilson - group leader
Angela Michaels - group secretary
Leah Martin - block secretary
Jeremiah Winston - block treasurer
Elisha Stewart - group leader
Gabriel Thompson - block leader
"Rainbow Warrior" - financier

From what the Persons of Interest taking refuge in our Embassy tell me, the last name--a pseudonym at that--on the list of persons not in the Embassy financed the Thompson block, providing funds amounting to approximately half a million Universal Standard Dollars to finance the block's operations and logistics. At this point, there is no denying outside involvement in the riots.

As always, I remain here in the Embassy to represent Visayan interests in New Edom.

Sincerely,

(Sgd.)
Dominic Kang, MBA
Ambassador
Visayan Embassy to New Edom

Emilio Jose Kanazawa
Visayan Embassy to New Edom

Emilio left the room where he set up shop and saw Dominic on the phone.

"Any idea who's he speaking with?" Emilio asked a nearby DSO.

"Embassy School; he's sending a pickup for his kids," the DSO replied.

"Yikes." Emilio has two children of his own, both adults; he did not envy Kang one bit at the moment.

Angela dlP. Kang
Embassy School

Angela was in the lecture hall with her twin sister Joanna. The two girls were wearing blouses of an identical design, red for Angela and blue for Joanna, and black pants.

Fiddling with her phone, long since drained of battery--we should have brought our chargers, Angela thought--she saw Joanna pore over her notes.

Taking advantage of the downtime, Angela proceeded to work on writing an essay; she had chosen the historical and moral failings of Communism as her topic, and consulted her own notes from time to time.

by **Cossack Khanate** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 3:27 pm

Office of Transmarine Affairs, Foreign Affairs Ministry, Fineberg, New Edom

“Thanks for the offer, I’ll take a tea sir”

Lieutenant Oslo Dusk sat forward in his chair.

“Concerning the recent breakout of violence here, myself and my country has looked on with horror. So, to come to the point, the Cossack government wanted to offer any help that is needed. I’ve been told that we can send in medical experts, or engineers. Also-” Dusk spread his hands out and rested them back on the desk, “-not to underrecognize the capabilities of the Edomite police and military forces, but we have investigators who are experienced in terrorist cell combat. I understand it is not exactly your line of work to deal with military affairs, but we have forces ready to defend New Edom - if the Lord wills there to be war. Our main goal is that we want to help New Edom in some form or the other. I was sent on behalf of my government to discuss these possibilities.”

Deputy Assistant Mezlar nodded…

Montz City, Cossack Khanate

Sergeant Razor stepped off the plane in Montz and strode across the tarmac to the waiting bus. From their he had his luggage checked, flashed his C.C.O ID card at the security, who let him through the line and out onto the city streets. A blast of wind chill greeted him. The sky was lightly greyed, and the few passerby at this hour walked quickly and wore light jackets and hats. Montz province was the only place in the Khanate with regular snowfall during a short two-month period. Razor pulled up the zipper on his own jacket and strode his way to the car rental building. He picked a standard Iraw sedan and pulled out of the garage.

twenty minutes later

Razor parked his car on the street in front of the military motel. The building seemed old, its wooden sign accented by rusting letters. The whole structure seemed to be trying to crumple in on itself. Locked between a concrete wall and a window was the wooden entrance. A lone guard sat inside, his rifle leaning against his chair. The sole receptionist practically threw the key at Razor, earning a cold stare and a scoff.

Razor, slipped off his shoes (a Cossack custom when entering a house), threw down his bag on the couch, and flopped down on the bed. Well, here I am, not where I should be, back in Plaav, at the shooting range he thought. Before standing and opening his bag. Inside was a W7 pistol, loaded with a mag of .45ACP. He made sure it was on safety before slipped it in the back of his belt.

Montz National Security Guard Headquarters, Montz City, Cossack Khanate

The man walking in the hallway in front of Razor seemed a tad more friendly than the typical Montz resident. Montz was a city known for turning its citizens into duller and duller people by the day, and Razor wasn’t eager to catch “the Ice”. The man lead him into a room, where several young men sat around a table showing off their various weapons. Razor took the last empty seat.

“ ‘Afternoon Sergeant. I am Captain Jagat. This is the team that will be helping you around Montz for your...task, let us say”, said the man across from Razor

“Pleasure to meet you, Captain. As you probably know, I am Sergeant Razor. What are the areas we are visiting first?”

Unknown location, Montz City, Cossack Khanate

A lady carried the duffel bag into a small two-story building. Once inside, she plopped it on the table and opened it up, revealing several containers of explosives along with the triggers. The shadow who emerged from the nearby doorway glanced at the bag and nodded.

“It seems all good, give it to the users”

“We’ll give it to them tomorrow, Danny, if we give it to them today we might get caught”

The man referred to as Danny scratched his light beard. The lady only knew him as Danny, he only knew himself as Danny too. He wasn’t Cossack, he was born an orphan in a warzone somewhere, grown by communists, and given a gun to fight the attacking Cossacks in 2016. His force lost, and the survivors scattered. He had realized this as the perfect time to strike back. He wasn’t an ardent believer in gay rights himself, but they were instead tools to him. He could channel their anger against the anti-communist nation…

“Danny?”

The lady’s voice brought him back to the present.

“Ah, call them here early tomorrow then. The attack has to be during commuting hours.”

Deep in rural Vaishalle, Cossack Khanate

“Dear, it’s not safe even here. Just because we have ran from urban Selvik to this village doesn’t mean that no one can find us” Marie said, talking to the back of her girlfriend Ana. Both girls had identified themselves lesbian for at least 3 years now, living in hiding ever since the small pro-LGBT protest in Selvik was brought down by riot police and the militia a year ago. These girls were a small minority in everything. As suggested by their names, they were both from a lineage of atheists, so didn’t accept Cossack culture. They listened to foreign music, at foreign foods, danced foreign dances, etc.

Ana turned from her basic computer (as was available in this village) and smiled at her lover. She stood and walked over, putting her hands on her partner’s shoulders. Ana swept a dark bang from Marie’s worried face and tucked it behind her ear. “We’ll be fine-”

She was interrupted by a constant, loud knocking at the door. Marie went to the door and unbolted it. As she unbolted it, Ana heard a loud gunshot and a scream. She rushed to the foyer, where she saw Marie being dragged out, a wound in her leg. A mob of people outside started shouting anti-LGBT slurs and chants. Another man fired his shotgun, missing Ana by a hair. She screamed out in vain for Marie and turned to run. The next gunshot turned a doorsill to splinters. Ana grabbed an emergency bag she always kept under her bed, which included a W4 revolver pre-loaded with .44 caliber bullets. Ana threw open the back door and ran.

The mob dragged Marie to a nearby plot of land, where some others waited with a small flame going. The shotgun wound in her leg prevented her from struggling too much. She was bound to a stake with rough rope, and the mob organized itself into a sort of semi-circle. A man stepped forward from the crowd, clearly a Hindu ritualist of some sort. He spoke few Sanskrit verses from a book, which was met with mainly cheers and applause from the audience. When he returned to the circle, another man, one of the village lawyers and a member of the CALO (Cossacks Against Liberalization Organization) , reminded the people gathered on Cossack law against LGBTs. He returned to the circle.

Marie was shocked. In broad daylight, they were going to burn her alive, and they had the law on their side. A fuse was tied around the rope that bound her, and the fuse was lit. As the sparking fuse got closer and closer to her, someone in the crowd began beating a traditional drum, and the men and women without guns hefted stones or sticks. Marie was pelted, and a man walked up to her and stabbed her through the leg wound. Her screams were drowned out by the drums and the smoke, which had started to eat away at the stake. The fire reached her feet now, fueled by a small pile of kindling. Her leg was on fire, burning her flesh to the bone. Her pleas for help were met be either stone-cold expressions or increased chants. As the fire consumed her, one by one, the people in the crowd simply left and resumed their normal activities. The last thing she felt or saw was a final stone being thrown at her stomach.

by **New Edom** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 4:56 pm

Embassy of the Imperium Antiquum, Fineberg

Lem was a tall slim man in his early twenties. He looked like he was old enough to be a grad student, or maybe a teaching assistant. He had a wispy dark beard and fair skin and dark hair that reached down to his shoulders. He wore a formal looking green collarless shirt, slacks and sandals. While he was trying to keep as calm as possible, every time there were vehicle noises loudly outside he feared the worst. He feared most of all the real nemesis of the movements that supported LGBTQ rights--the Kogyokist church in Fineberg. These churches were mostly followed by emigre Nifonese but also to some extent by Hostillians and Lodhihapurans and others. The only real blessing in dealing with them was that due to their strong sense of separation of church and state, they did not enjoy much state support.

Nevertheless, on the day and night of the protest, mobs of them had been out, wearing black and white headscarves and launching their own violent attacks on the protestors. The militia appeared reluctant to stop them save when they did their worst excesses, by which time it was usually too late. Right now, there were a bunch of them sitting vigil near the embassy. They appeared, as he looked out through the gates, to be quietly drinking morning tea and singing a hymn. He crept back among the crowds, anxious, tense in his belly.

The crowds were lining up to use the toilet, to use water, to obtain food. The Purple Cross had provided this, bringing in four portable chemical toilets and even two portable modular plastic showers as well. A truck with a large tank was hooked up to remove any sewage.

The crowd was a mixed bunch. Some of the protestors were obvious hippies, but there were a couple older men in rumpled sport coats and chinos. As luck would have it, many of the openly LGBT protesters were gathered here. There were few real leaders among this crowd. Professor Erem was one, a professor of sociology from Fineberg University, who was good at public speaking at least. There were some local organizers like Gina who was a tall, queenly ebony skinned Dengali woman who at least helped organize people into lines, figured out who needed help for their injuries, who among those needed immediate evacuation to hospital, and others like her who had worked at refugee centers or at other humanitarian works could at least help the embassy and Purple Cross staff keep things from descending into chaos. However he could see looks of worry and fear on people’s faces as they heard the hymn singing rising in volume outside.

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"

“I just don’t understand,” a quiet young woman named Emma said beside him, arms folded almost defensively, “How they can sing of so loving a God, and hate us so. I’ve seen so much of the world just through a screen, and I don’t understand it anymore.”

Lem glanced at the young woman. He said softly, “I am...a homosexual man. Gay as foreigners call it. Those Nifonese transplants out there want the society around them pure. We are impure. If we live as sinners openly, then it is impurity. The more willing it is, the more it is a rejection of what they hold to be true. They are more dangerous than the ETC. And there are others who agree with them.”

“But how is that loving?” Emma’s voice shook. He saw that she was less reaching for logic, more desperately hoping it was not so. “Didn’t Christ die for everyone?”

“Only for the sinners who will be redeemed.” said Lem sadly. “And they do not think we will be redeemed unless we turn from the sins of the flesh.”

The two young people held hands and rejoined the line. Lem, seeing a passing member of the staff, bowed and asked, “Can you perhaps call on the city’s militia to disperse those people? While they are there, many of us are afraid to leave…”

by **Ardoki** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 9:40 pm

Edomite Fredom Coalition Headquarters, Fineberg
New Edom

Torin was directed to the warehouse. A large gathering was happening, a deliberative assembly of sorts. Well over a thousand people had huddled into the warehouse. Busy! But there was the faint smell of tension in the air. Torin got the impression that this was not quite a united front. He hovered at the back of the warehouse for the duration of the assembly, taking in the speakers, but more importantly the mood of the audience. These naked Christians were an odd sort. Ironic. They claim to hate homosexuals yet run around each other wearing nothing. Clearly repressed! He would have to be mindful of them, they could prove a hindrance. But this EFC leader, the man on the stage with the glasses, he could prove a useful contact.

Torin took a short moment to take-in the EFC leader who had approached him. The same one from the stage. 'I apologise for coming in uninvited, I see that you just had some meeting of sorts.' Torin took another bite from his apple. 'Is there anywhere we can talk in private? Feel free to invite a few others who are loyal to the cause, I don't think those ETC people would like it much though.' One side of his mouth turned up in a wry smile. 'I think I may have an interesting proposition for you.'

by **Fatiman Federation** » Thu Jan 31, 2019 10:41 pm

FATIMAN ARMED FORCES
DATE: 2/1/2019
ENCRYPTION: (RED) UNDER ALERT

The Fatiman Army Doing an Peacekeeping Mission Around Fineberg due to Homofront Attacks, Latest Report is there is an Riot at 12:15 AM, Lieutenant Maria Veronica Majov and Her 29 Soldiers Responded in the Riot while Second Hudson Bay Company Plants Bombs in Homofront Hotspots and Occupied Areas, In 3:00 AM, The Riot has being Completed and Tactical Fatiman Victory.

Another Situation is an Gay Corps being Attacked by the Homofront Rebels in 4:00 AM, which it is Killing 50 Soldiers of the Gay Corps, After, The Homofront's Victory was Reached when Military Trucks Arrived at 5:00 AM, Which they Added Checkpoint Posts.

The Third Event is Second Hudson Bay Planted Bombs being Exploded in 8:00 AM in an Homofront Hotspot, Which where Gay Rebels are being Killed by the Second Hudson Bay Company.

The Fourth Event is Spy Operation made by the Fatiman Air Force Using 5 SR-71 Blackbirds, In 7 Thousand Feet, They're Found an 5 Targets which They are Equipped with RPGS then the Bomb was Dropped, The Result is Fatiman Tactical Victory.

And The Last is Hostage made by the Second Hudson Bay in an Homofront-Linked Gay House which Killed more than 6 Gay Familes and Captured 5 Million Dollars.

This is the Latest Report from the Fatiman Armed Forces, Created via dot matrix printer.

- Lieutenant Hansen Hutchinson
Grand Lieutenant of Fatiman Army

OOC: I Used Pre Code as Dox Matrix Text.

by **Montenbourg** » Fri Feb 01, 2019 10:06 am

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Where did your nation get this expert report from? How did the information get gathered? Is this just propaganda? I'm open to your people trying to gather intel or human rights reports but I don't think your nation icly have done the work..- New Edom

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Estimate, Based on your allegations, and the supposed creation of Homofront. Is gathered by the press and NGO's such as Human Rights Campaign, Transparency International, Reuters, Associated Press, Amnesty International, and Human Rights Watch. And the Organization for Security and Cooperation in Europe (OSCE) from the European Union. We can agree to issue a report on four (4) where your nation suspends the detentions and the emigrations and an independent investigation should take place with international experts from our region and other having access to all relevant places and the full protection of the authorities. And recognize the existence of people with non-heterosexual orientation in New Edom, stop any form of harassment and persecution and provide them with adequate protection. We offer our full cooperation to the Holy Empire of New Edom in addressing problems of enforcing the rule of international law and the protection of human rights in your soil; Sir Carter Duncan His Majesty Under-Minister of Foreign Affairs

by **Inyourfaceistan** » Sat Feb 02, 2019 8:08 am

Déclaration par Président Jean-Baptiste Calderone
Declaration by President Jean-Baptiste Calderone

It is almost always a sad day when peaceful protests must be met with violence. Our condolences go out to the families of any innocent and unarmed demonstrators caught in the cross-fire.
Unfortunately, the security forces of New Edom were forced to respond with determined, absolute and extreme prejudice to the Maricóterrorist operating within the crowds at Fineberg. My country has personally seen what these ninyos de merdes are capable of, and our own city of Cordoba is still recovering from the death and damage wrought by a Homofront attack.

Right now, no evidence has been presented to accurately or successfully contests the Edomite claim that armed elements were present within the crowds that fired on security forces first and necessitated return fire which led to this tragic incident.

It goes without saying that I wholeheartedly condemn the actions of the Maricóterrorist murderers, and offer any support our brothers in New Edom may require.

Thank you all.

Signed:
- Président Jean-Baptiste Calderone

Outside Villa Sanchez, Topoguya Infériòre; Inyursta

In the dim, blue, pre-dawn light a couple walked up a meandering trail towards the summit of Puceu Gonza (meaning "Little Gonza", the smaller of the Gonza ridge mountains in the Topoguya Range), moving away from the quiet foothill village in the western shadow towards the narrow southern cusp of the eastern Topoguyan coastal plain.
The man was 1st Lieutenant Marco Montébello and his current squeeze, a woman named Françesca Benoît. At the lower section of the slope, the trail was straight forward as it winded through the Topoguyan central cloud forest, including a mix of palms, tree ferns and several hardwood highland species. The sounds of the infant morning included the call of Killdeer echoing from meadows, grassy slopes and montane chorus frogs singing their love songs in the misty vegetation. Marco planted his walking stick in the soft soil of the trail shooting the gap between two plump ridges as he pushed forward up the mountain. Françesca found herself leaning forward and gripping the rocks as she struggled to keep pace with his ascent up the mountain. He made sure she wasn't struggling and still wanting to reach the top, to which she agreed and made known her willingness to continue. The pair continued their treck upwards along the muddy back-slope of a mountain outside Villa Sanchez and Báso D'Aéroforça de Jacques Marquette where the pair lived, respectively. Close to the top, Marco reached forward and down to grab a small orangey-pink Physalis berry from the side of the trail. He gently rolled to berry around with his fingers as a weak angular ray of sun hit some of the Maytenus and Luma myrtle trees growing on the penultimate crest of the slope. Finally the pair reached the summit of Puceu Gonza, Marco then letting out a long sigh as the rising sunlight hit his face and Françesca vocalized a loud yet soft "Oi Dieu! Tu étás vraidas!", her eyes becoming glassed over as she took a moment to watch the glowing orange and gold crest the horizon and rise across the eastern coast.
"I told you..." He said, sitting down to grab a drink of water while his lady friend was left awestruck from the view, albeit using the moment to catch her breath.

Marco was the younger brother of Marçel Montébello, one of the most lethal Inyurstan pilots in the Lolloh-Ruol Wars, and an absolute icon to his kid sibling. Marçel was shot down over Ninnipar during an operation to destroy Hezbollah camps in Lolloh (and bomb all the Lollohian leaders who decided to open Hezbollah training camps) when Marco was in his first year of L'Éscola Fínàle (highschool); and just like his brother Marco had went into the Aéroforça to become a Taipan pilot.
Outside of work, the death of his best friend and semi-father figure (in the shadow of businessman who ran off to Cayo Grande with his secretary) had left a hole which Marco had decided to fill with alcohol and womanizing - the latter a feat for which Marco had worse OPSEC than leaders who posted their intent to declare hostilities to social network - letting every 7/10 or higher chica within a 50 mile radius of whichever air base he was assigned to know that not only was he a pilot, he was in fact a famous fighter pilot and one of the youngest jet aces in Inyursta.

A short while later Marco was sitting on her couch, fresh out of the shower. Françesca, on the other hand, was still in the shower, either fumbling with her long dark hair or just using the warm water to adjust to the sudden soreness in her backside from the hike.
Suddenly, Marco's pager went off.
"Fijo de pute..." He sighed as he threw on a pair of pants, a loose button-up shirt and walked out the door without saying a word.

Corridas Army Airfield, Le Suda; Inyursta

Under the sweltering tropical sun, units of the Inyurstan Army were hard at work mobilizing their rapid response to New Edom. The mainstay of the crafted Task Force 7 was the CAV-75, a CBRN-proofed and optimized variant of the IAV-72 "Tegu" APC, and the well-trained response teams that came with it - in addition to other necessary vehicles and personnel. Another vital element of the task force was a team of microbiologists and medical staff; a major player among them being Dr. Paco de Lis, a civilian virologist specializing in retroviral STI/STD's. The Edomites had requested SACTO forces capable of responding to and dealing with the Homofront bombing threat - and the Inyurstans had learned much, both from IED and bombing technologies devised in Lolloh and Bulgar Rouge, but also from Homofront biological attacks on their own soil.
The motley of Inyurstan Army and contracted-civilian teams and vehicles were loaded into C-17 and C-800 aircraft as quickly as possible, while the airlift to New Edom was underway.

by **The World Capitalist Confederation** » Sat Feb 02, 2019 11:43 am

Morson clutched his stomach, attempting to grab everyone's attention. Whilst he was not there in the first protests, he had presented himself as an ally of the protesters, entering the crowd and shaking hands with the protesters. Then, he stood in front of the crowd, between the protesters and the soldiers; for after all, the troops were trying to maintain a perimeter, which Morson had crossed. He knew this as the soldiers had aimed their guns at him, with one of them saying:
"Stop right there! One step further and we will shoot you!"
*Morson clutched the Bible in his hands, taking in a breath*
*He stepped back, talking to the soldiers*
"Halt your attacks upon these people! They have done nothing wrong!" Morson exclaimed,
"They are degenerate homosexuals and transexuals! They are a disgrace to God!" one of the angry soldiers yelled.
"My friend, my brother, you are a disgrace to God, for you have sinned. You have turned your guns; your rifles and your swords, upon your fellow men? Why? Because they have chosen a different path to yours? Jesus saved all of us, from mortal sin. They have done nothing wrong! Now halt your gunfire!" Morson replied.
"And what of the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah?" The soldier asserted back at him.
"Apart from the fact that the example was of pedophiles and that the men were just trying to find friends, as the verse itself says.." Morson looked upon his Bible, reading. "And they called unto Lot, and said unto him: 'Where are the men that came in to thee this night? bring them out unto us, that we may know them....what can you find that suggests homosexuality? Explain. I find no mention of it here, merely men-" Morson added.
"And of Leviticus?" The soldier continued grumbling, as Morson seemed to have been winning over him.
Morson thanked his days and nights of reading from the Bible, as despite his devoutness, he believed in the rights of men to be free. "And of Leviticus...." he thought.."Of Leviticus I say, there is no prohibition of homosexuality, merely acts of it. And even so..." Morson rebutted, his mind clearly thinking of ways to tell the soldier that he was wrong.
"And so what?" The soldier interrupted, his face boiling in anger.
"And so Jesus saved us all, you fool! Homosexuality and being transgender are not sins, for all are equal under Jesus Christ! And let me tell you something, you hate-filled murderer...Do you know what Jesus said in the Book of Matthew? He said that those who live by the sword shall die by the sword. And my brother, for that is your fate, if you do not repent. You are about to do a mortal sin, sir, which is violating the 5th Commandment: thou shalt not kill. Even if these men and women were sinners, you are one which cannot be saved by Christ, for your soul is filled with hatred and your way filled with blood! Repent, you demon! Repent!" Morson shouted angrily, having had enough of this soldiers complete lack of humanity.
Many in the crowd gasped, as the soldier himself was between a mix of begging for forgiveness, crying and complete rage.
Morson calmed down, seeing the soldier's want for repentance. "Do not worry, brother. Repent to your sins and lay down your guns, and thou shalt be forgiven. You shall be cleansed of your sin and hate. And so, you shall be free of these demons which have cast you away from the path of the Lord."
The soldier smiled..and then began to cry again, as he went into position.
"I beg for your forgiveness, Lord...I am sorry for what I shall do.."
Morson then stepped back into the crowd, letting the soldier repent or do whatever else he wanted to.

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