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Pacifying the Provinces [MT-Cornellia-TG for entry-Mature]

A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]

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Postby New Edom » Tue Jul 23, 2019 12:42 pm

New Adeleux

Having bade Morgannon a courteous farewell, Baruch went to find a place for lunch, and while he was there, surveyed the landscape, watching pedestrians, fellow diners, and vehicles moving around. He also booked a flight to San carlo and flirted outrageously with someone, either a waitress or a fellow diner.

Once he was done that, he did a thorough search via the inernet as well as any phone books for any local petroleum related companies. This search included companies that made pipes, did any form of refinement, prospecting, geological surveying, operated filling stations and storage. .Next , he also paid a call to Captain Avare back in Fineberg and advised him to check on Sir Alec Morgannon. He advised that they check the Vionna-Frankenlischan “Who’s who” to find out what they could about his career, what ministries or agencies he had served with. Finally, he also recommended finding out who now held title to the oilfields and what public or private works projects had been done in the area. Were there airfields, roads, rail lines? What nearest ports were functional on whatever level might be needed? He did some of this work himself, since, presumably, such things would be locally listed. If possible, he went to a local chamber of commerce or equivalent to have a look for himself.

All in all, a busy day loomed ahead for him. But he was used to such things. New Columbia was a clean, reasonably prosperous place. He was also no less on his guard, checking now and then to see if he was being followed or watched. His next check in would be later that evening.
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Postby McNernia » Tue Jul 23, 2019 5:02 pm

Cathcride, Mcnernia
Royal Palace, Royal Park District



The King stepped out for a moment out of the Palace as he had the news, Communiques had ended up in the Dispatch Boxes which were marked READ FIRST. From the Foreign Ministry, he had suspected something was up ever since the whole business of putting the libertarians in charge. Anarchists some called them, with their black and gold flags fluttering in the breeze. Today was cloudy and warm, partly cloudy. Walking in the park surrounded by guards and aides. He wondered what his father would do, failed ventures under his sister, election of radical leftists. He breathed out, wasn’t worth thinking about. He walked with his aide, the man was no Steven Horvath, he would have made his sisters husband his ADC. If he had survived. There had been so much these past few years. He looked at the greenery around him.

So peaceful. Though these communiques would damn the government. People had been since 2014 saying that the Liberal Democrats should be the ones in charge. Raul Martinez was long dead and the fact was, who would prosecute a corpse in a major ally. And then there was also the whole issue of New Edom. A sound trading partner, and capable of handling the odd brush fire for the most part. No Confidence was surely on the minds of the members of the House of assembly. Leadership would go to Neal or to Caldosean though with the communiques chastising him he would be out of the running. So that would be Alan Beese for the most part. Neal vs Beese it would have to be. Beese was no nonsense, a constable before he was in the House. Then there was Albert Shapter a rather nice lawyer. Then there was Donald Buress of the Commerce and Business ministry who had said that there was no need for the use of force. When Ayacans would do business if you treat them right. Shapter was of unknow inclinations and Caldosean just wanted the crisis resolved. But the communiques would change things up.

Would it? But he had an apology to issue first and foremost.


A Communique would be sent to the New Edomite Embassy. Seeing as San Carlo possessed no Envoy in Mcnernia the Edomites would know the San Carloans best. Emilion IV hoped to God it was true.


TO:HIM Majesties Ambassador His Excellency Prince Joachim Barzillai,
FROM:HM Emilion IV
SUB:San Carlos
SEC:STANDARD PERSONAL SEAL


Let me apologize for the violation that occurred of the stability of the region. We are allies and as allies we should seek to respect each other’s spheres of influences. I have received the communiques sent by your superior H.E Mr Geta the Imperial Foreign Minister and the Foreign Ministry of San Carlo. Both call for an apology to be issued. I feel that due to the imminent commencement of a leadership fight in the House of Assembly and maybe any apology delivered by a sinking government would be construed as some manner of slight. Therefore, I am writing to you for advice since I feel that you understand what the Ayacans want best. Either you or your superiors. Alas if I had King-Emperor Elijahs power to appoint my ministers I would perhaps seek out the best talent rather than relying on those who are winners of a popularity contest.

Would the best apology be either delivered to a session of the Organization of Ayacan States by myself in person there or to the people of San Carlo on the news media. Or should it be left to the current government?
In case of the latter I shall Advise Forcefully that the House suspend motions of confidence until the proper actions have been taken to apologize to the San Carloans.



Frederick who was his ADC entered at his summon and was bid to come and see the Kings writing on the computer.

“Brother what are you doing?” Frederick asked looking over his Kings shoulder. As the Prince was one of the few Confidants. “I can’t trust the government my dear brother…”

“Why not?”

“Quite simply its Angar and his concerns are dominating the government. We have the conservatives in charge and they will lead us to war with Cornellia…”

“I agree Holtworth has no spine…. But he knows how the delegation…”

“I doubt that.” The King handed his brother the dispatch which included the San Carloan Communique. Frederick raised an eyebrow.

“Send it.”

It was done.


Summary:
-King goes for a walk
-Leadership fight is imminent between the Minister of Justice, the Minister of Cabinet and Constitutional Affairs and the Foreign Minister and also the former Defense Minister.
-Due to the fact of the government having botched the problems he writes the capable Ambassador of the Empire of New Edom.
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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Tue Jul 23, 2019 9:21 pm

Government Quarter, New Adeleux
Government House


Another paper found its way in front of Governor-General Laurenstowe's deep blue eyes, an A4 sheet laid down by his secretary bearing a diplomatic message. The Governor-General sighed, "We need our own foreign ministry..." He muttered aloud to nobody in particular. It came from the Shrailleeni Consulate and was marked by the approval of their Ambassador in Frankenlisch, a fact which interested Laurenstowe deeply as that meant it had passed through Ambassador Seyriva. He pulled up a sheet of paper and withdrew his fountain pen from its inkwell to draft a reply.

To: Consul-General Sataryn Rennec
From: Governor-General Richard Laurenstowe
Subject: Imperial Oil and Petroleum Offer


Thank you for your kind correspondence and I hope this reply greets you in the same good health your message found me.

The offer proposed by the Imperial Oil and Power company is both intriguing and exciting. One wonders where such a belief may have originated from, it would certainly be improper if information from irregular and perhaps unreliable sources were to reach the Shraileeni government. That said, we have had little dealing with your nation in the past and a man in my position must be cautious. Therefore, it would be advised for IOP to contact the Ministry of Energy directly and arrange a meeting with Sir Alec Morgannon, the Principal Private Secretary to the Minister. However, let it be known that we appreciate the efforts of the Shraileeni to form closer economic cooperation with the Imperial Dominion.

With my deepest respects for yourself and the nation and matriarch you serve,

Richard Laurenstowe
His Imperial Majesty's Governor-General to New Columbia

Laurenstowe signed the sheet and passed it to his secretary with an instruction to send it to the Shraileeni Consulate on Cornellia Square.
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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Wed Jul 24, 2019 3:54 pm

Queensport, New Columbia
Queensport Barracks


The garrison commander at Queensport was a balding, tall soldier called Thomas Fitz-Edrington. A bastard son of the noble Vionnan house of Edrington, Thomas had little contact with his noble relatives but he supposed the name still made things a little easier for him. He held the rank of Brigadier General in the Imperial New Columbian Army but he wasn't quite sure what he was general of. His command at Queensport was an ugly mishmash of a garrison, a desperately insufficient force to be positioned so close to the border. He sat at his desk in the commandant's office of Queensport Barracks and surveyed the Order of Battle provided to him by his aide, Captain Harrison Wright, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Balonic officer with a little too much enthusiasm for fighting the natives.

"This isn't good, really..." Fitz-Edrington mused aloud. Studying the paper with keen, grey eyes and scratching at his dark brown beard. "We'd have to fight an attacker street-by-street with barricades if this is what we have to work with... If the rebels come here in force we'll be in a fucking mess. And I'd say we could hold a San Carloan attack for... A day, maybe? Perhaps two?" He was speaking now to Wright, who wandered the large office indifferently, waiting for an actual order.

Order of Battle - Queensport Combined Garrison
Brigadier General T. Fitz-Edrington, Commanding



Imperial New Columbian Army
13th Infantry Battalion
CO: Colonel Reginald Maitland
1000 Men

Queensport Volunteer Cavalry Regiment
CO: Colonel Phillip Edgemont
600 Men

Queensport Air Defence Battalion
CO: Major Edward Kaylock
400 Men
24 Vehicles

Queensport Provincial Logistics Battalion
CO: Major Ian Yarwick
600 Men
80 Vehicles

1st Independant Mechanised Company
CO: Captain Peter Walton
192 Men
16 Vehicles


Imperial New Columbian Navy
Queensport Naval Garrison
CO: Colonel Randyll Beckriff
500 Men


Imperial New Columbian Air Force
Queensport Company, INCAF Regiment
CO: Captain Walter Earl
250 Men

1st Interception Squadron, INCAF
CO: Squadron Leader George Hewett
80 Men
12 Aircraft

With each glance at the list, Fitz-Edrington changed his mind, first things seemed tough, then they seemed to not be so bad and then the state of things seemed absolutely awful. It did not do to be indecisive in his line of work and Fitz-Edrington tried to push the doubts out of his mind. One still lingered. Were they even coming? Reconaissance was key, Queensport was always under threat, but things might be easier if the leadership knew when an enemy was coming. "Captain Wright, an order to Colonel Edgemont."

Wright, ever a flamboyant man, rushed to his commander's desk and came sharply to attention. "Sir," he reported.

"His cavalry are to conduct patrols towards the border and in the direction of the Hakemaebo and Fort Castermaine, reports are to reach my desk at least every six hours."

"Yes, sir." Wright saluted, drawing his weight into the gesture, he seemed almost like a young actor overplaying his role to please a professional. Fitz-Edrington waved him away. A report had crossed his desk during the day that Chaco had publically deployed aircraft to San Carlo, certainly an action to be worried about but perhaps not one to lose one's head about just yet, he had filed the report into a new file regarding the Ayacan situation that seemed to be developing. Satisfied, Fitz-Edrington diverted his attention to trimming his nose hairs with a pair of small scissors.


North of Queensport
Queensport Volunteer Cavalry Regiment
Two hours after...


Cornet Frederick Baker and his patrol had ridden hard since the orders had come down from the general. The youngest member of the patrol, besides Baker himself, Trooper Sedgewick was watering the horses and keeping them as comfortable as possible while Baker and Corporal Walker surveyed the border from a dusty ridgeline. Troopers Cartwright and Brown were pitching a small camp and the other four troopers of the section stood sentry, in case the patrol should be spotted. The dust kicked up by the horses could have risen suspicions but so far, no San Carloans nor rebels had arrived to investigate. Below, on the flats, patrols were gathering, both infantry and motor troops were beginning to set out and Baker's face contorted with concern.

"They're building up, make no mistake..." Walker commented.

“Not the usual movements though, though,” the dark-eyed Baker clarified, “Foot and vehicles..." He shifted himself to avoid the discomfort of lying on his holster, a holster of boiled leather which carried a heavy six-shooter.

"Mobilisation, seems to me, sir..." Walker concluded, his rural voice hushed with disbelief or surprise. Walker had a dislike for San Carlo beyond basic xenophobia, he had been a rancher operating nearly on the border itself until, sadly a commonplace incident on the brutal frontier, his land had been seized by San Carloan ranchers. With no job and not much education beyond what he could teach himself from old war novels, he joined the army. Baker trusted him completely and, at times, it seemed that Walker was the true leader of the group.

"So it would seem," Baker pushed dark brown hair out of his eyes, securing the strands under his grey hardee. "Queensport will want to know about this, have Wakefield radio back to the Colonel." Wordlessly, Walker crawled back to obey while Baker continued to observe through his 6x30 Dienstglas from Wolfswood. There was certainly more activity on the border than usual. Baker considered, dismally, that if things did come to war, Queensport could be overwhelmed in less than a week. He did not want to dwell on such thoughts and returned to his fellows.

"Wakefield," Baker spoke, noting that the trooper was packing up his hefty radio set, "Did you inform the Colonel?"

"Yes, sir," the much older Wakefield replied, "They're getting up the chain now."

"Good work." Baker turned to the men pitching camp. "Cartwright, Brown," he ordered, "Belay that. If San Carlo has reinforced the border like this, we'd best move back a mile. Don't want to take any chances."

The troopers sighed but nodded, gathering up the tents and camouflage netting. Baker thanked them and consulted with Walker, "What do you think, Walker, bad news or just precautions?"

"I don't think they're going in just yet, if that's what you're asking, sir." Walker replied, seriously, placing a cigarette in his mouth.

"Not exactly, Walker, but it'll do." Baker smiled and lit the smoke with a silver-plated flip lighter. "Come on gents, we want to away from here. Sedgewick, make sure the horses are ready!"
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Postby Republica de San Carlo » Wed Jul 24, 2019 11:58 pm

Outpost Azul

“What in the holy hell is that?” The company first sergeant said pointing at the small camp being set up, “Have any of you dumbasses seen that or have you just been sitting around in here?”

The two privates looked nervous, one got out some binoculars and saw the horse drinking form the stream that flowed down from the hills. They looked at each other, “Well sergeant, we uh, didn’t spot it.”

“No shit.” Said the first sergeant grabbing the binoculars out of their hands and looking, “Oh and hey they are monitoring us, you morons. Stay here and wait for me, both of you idiots are in a world of hurt.”

He punched one of the privates in the gut and then walked out. First Sergeant Arturo Tome was furious. He stormed across the camp to where the company offices were. He walked in and saluted the removed his cover. The captain was out for the day visiting battalion headquarters and First Lieutenant Roberto Menendez, the XO, was in command for the time being. Tome walked up to his desk, “Sir some little shits are down in the hills below monitoring us.”

“Savages?” Rob asked.

“Afraid not sir, they seem like boys out of Queensport most likely, it’s the only civilized place near here on their side of the border.” Arturo said.

The lieutenant frowned, “First that airplane and then this? I want the base on alert. They may be preparing for something. Get everyone geared up and in the bunkers. Call Lieutenant Caldero on the radio and have his patrol approach them from the south and see what is going on.”

“Yes sir.” Arturo said.

Alarms rang out from the speakers causing a mad dash of the infantry company and artillery platoon that was stationed there. Everyone scrambled to get into their flak jackets and helmets. They grabbed their webbing and rifles and ran to their positions. The artillerymen and mortarmen ran to their respective pits and began taking to covers off of their weapons and preparing them. A forward observer ran to the front gatehouse and crowded in with the privates that were inside. He was soon joined by Lieutenant Menendez and First Sergeant Tome both geared up and with binoculars. The FO began noting down their coordinates on a map and calling it in to the mortars and artillery.

“Sir, Lieutenant Caldero says his trucks are about 20 minutes out. Should we wait for him or try to scare these guys off.” Arturo asked.

The XO looked through his binoculars for a bit unsure of how to respond, “Let’s get them out of here. Staff Sergeant Andino, call in some smoke to mark their position. Let’s let them know we see them.”

“Yes sir.” Andino said and then began calling in a fire mission for a single smoke round from the mortars.

“Shot over.” The call over the radio said when it was fired.

Andio watched as the round landed about 200 yards behind the horsemen, “Splash… Left 50 drop 200.”

“Sir do you want me to put another one near them?” Andino asked.

“No, they should notice that. Let’s see what they do.”

Flores, San Carlo

“Well, you would want directions and vehicles I would imagine. That can be arraigned easy enough through civilians means, but the area is getting a bit trickier with the mobilization. A week ago you could have just driven out there yourself no questions asked, but with the security tightening you would need some extra paperwork. Do you have a multiple entry visa? If not, we should try and get that fast tracked. I can also get you a letter signed and stamped from Brigadier General Sanchez saying who you are and that you are going back and forth for business in case you get stopped by a patrol. What about security? Would you like some body guards or just to go it alone? I have a friend who works private security and they could spare a couple chaps if you want them. It’s all up to you. If it goes through then we will need to talk to some civilians in the trade ministry to get all that set up for you to import and export these things. It’s going to get tougher and tougher if this gets worse depending on where this town is.” Benicio said, “What else do you think you would need?”

The Pampa

The first convoy of weapons and ammunition headed out of the hills and onto the plain. Twelve trucks guarded by two M113s drove out headed to Te’vol’Hake. They carried weapons and ammunition mostly the machine guns and rifles, though some of the 60mm mortars were loaded up. The early shipments were planned out to arm their warriors incase of attack while the later ones would give them the heavier weapons, vehicles and fuel to branch out if they felt like it. One truck was loaded with food stuffs, mostly canned goods and sacks of rice.

The convoy traveled on the rough dirt track that led to the Indian city bouncing and jarring from the non-existent maintenance. It would be about a forty-five-minute drive because of the lack of infrastructure. The vehicles chugged on until the city was insight. The officer in charge ordered the M113s to hang back while the trucks rolled up to the front gate to offload their goods.




Cris loaded the last bit of gear and soil samples that he had taken into the bed of the truck. He walked over to the river they had camped next to and washed his hands. He turned to Haydon, “I think we are done here for a bit until we can get that seismic equipment in. Let’s head back to civilization where I can send in my soil samples and get some drinks and a good screw.”

He headed back to the pickup and turned the key. The trucks with Cris and the Noviterans had to pull off the road to let an army convoy of trucks pass before heading back on their way.

“I wonder what that’s all about.” Cris muttered.

He shrugged it off and continued on. When they finally reached their destination. Cris got out and stretched. He had gone to a small field office that was part of his company, “Let me get thes samples in for shipment, Hayden, then we can head to the hotel.”

Cris dropped off the labeled buckets for shipment into the lab in Flores. He filled out some paperwork with the people in the office then waived his goodbye.

He jumped back into the truck, “Oh boy, glad that’s done. I am looking forward to getting a shower and getting drunk.”

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Postby New Edom » Thu Jul 25, 2019 12:16 am

OOC: With thanks to Vionna-Frankenlisch from providing all the intel!

New Adeleux
Baruch reported to NPC that there were few oil resources companies working out of New Columbia if at all. Imperial Provadan Oil had a small office mostly for local distribution, and the Imperial Frontier Company did geological surveying, but neither company had shown much in the way of movements in any publications both corporate and public. In general, there was no serious activity towards the extraction of oil in New Columbia.

But why? That was not clear at all. He was wondering if there was other activity going on in that area perhaps on the San Carlo side of the border. Wherever the border was.

He also reviewed a report on Sir Alec Morgannon. According to the report, Sir Alec Morgannon, KQ MC KC, has been an outstanding member of the Civil Service since the restoration of the monarchy in 1980, serving before then in a support role in the Royalist Army in Exile. His military career, not unusual amongst senior Civil Servants, is nonetheless worth mentioning as he served as a Lieutenant and later Captain at the disastrous Battle of Ershein, the March to Weissberg and finished his career with a wound at the Battle of Nieuwesel. His military service was the only work experience he possessed when joining the Home Civil Service.

He was first given a place as a Clerical Officer to the Ministry of Transport, proving himself a capable manager and typist. From there he received a similar position at the Home Office and was soon promoted to Chief Clerical Officer within that ministry. Faced with little prospect of advancement within the Home Office, Morgannon accepted a place as Under-Secretary within the Ministry of Transport, a role he served in from 1990 to 1994. In 1994, Morgannon was offered significant promotion to be Principal Private Secretary to the newly-formed Ministry of Coal. This was a position he served in until 2003, when the Ministry was dissolved. From there, he spent several years in temporary retirement, managing his uncle's estate and, during that time, he wrote two books: "Triumphant Return, a Junior Officer's perspective on the War of Restoration", a set of memoirs on his short military service that were well received, providing an exceptional historiography of the short conflict. And "Halls of Government, the work and play of the Civil Service", which was received more modestly than Morgannon's previous work but sold acceptably and received a number of minor awards.

Sir Alec returned to Civil Service life as a reserve member of the Colonial Civil Service, expecting a Director-Generalship in the colonies. Instead, he was relegated to the Commonwealth Civil Service and, though promised a place in Balion, was actually offered a high position in Prodava. He refused this and was instead offered a Principal Private Secretary's role in New Columbia which he eventually accepted, taking his place in the Ministry of Energy in late 2010. He has served in this position since.


Well, he felt he had done what he could in New Adeleux for the time being. His next move was to head to San Carlo for a closer look at the border. The lack of confidence he had perceived in the conduct of the war from the New Clumbian side did not speak well to any attempt to get to the oilfields. He wasn’t even sure what was going on, militarily, which also roused his suspicions. It was time to move on to San Carlo, and soon. He filed his report with NPC and decided to wait till his travel arrangements came through at the hotel pool with a series of nice frosty drinks in tall glasses.
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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Thu Jul 25, 2019 2:19 pm

Near Outpost Azul, Queensport Province
Queensport Volunteer Cavalry Regiment


The first mortar round streamed down less than a quarter of a mile away from the patrol and burst into smoke. The alarms blared from the San Carloan outpost and Cornet Baker's worries that they had been spotted were confirmed. "Corporal Walker!" He yelled, "Mount up, get the troop ahorse!" He pointed to Wakefield who was about to heft his radio set onto his back, "Wakefield, a message to the Colonel, we've been spotted and are being fired upon by mortars. Only smoke thus far." Wakefield nodded and jumped to it, unslinging the set.

Baker returned to his binoculars and took hold of his horse’s reins, offered to him by Trooper Sedgewick. The San Carloans were rushing to their positions, gunners were taking posts by their pieces and infantry were preparing their rifles. Baker assumed this was only protocol but it still unnerved him a little. He resolved to get out of there before somebody started shooting. He took one last glance through his binoculars, if only to get an inkling of what artillery pieces were emplaced, and hefted his teenage body up on to the back of his stallion.

“Ride on, boys!” He cried to his patrol, waving his hardee, “With me, m’lads!”

Baker surveyed his patrol with a glance, making sure everyone was ahorse, before spurring his horse on and riding at the canter towards Queensport. Behind him, the eight other men of the patrol followed on, Wakefield adjusting the carrying straps of the heavy radio set. Each man carried a lever-action carbine and a pistol, mostly revolvers though Trooper Haines kept a semi-automatic handgun. They were dressed in the hodge-podge uniform of the volunteer cavalry, wearing waistcoats or dusters over their tan service shirts, though to distinguish them as servicemen they were neatly decorated with armbands, shoulder tabs and other insignia. Most men wore the grey Hardees of New Columbia’s cavalry forces though setsons were not uncommon amongst the volunteers. As they rode, Baker supposed that they looked rather like cowboys out of an old Balonic film.

He considered the ten-mile ride to Queensport. Would the San Carloans pursue? He hoped not, if they did, who knew what might be provoked?
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Postby The Shrailleeni Empire » Thu Aug 01, 2019 12:10 pm

To: Governor-General Richard Laurenstowe
From: Consul-General Sataryn Rennec
Subject: Imperial Oil and Petroleum Offer


Thank you for your assistance in this matter, I am glad to hear that this inquiry is viewed with such excitement. I have advised the IOP to contact the Ministry of Energy, and it is my intention to assist them in facilitating a meeting. Surely this will prove easier with your support and involvement.

Although the IOP is a national company, its business decisions are made independently except in certain situations. In my capacity as Consul-General, I would like to inform you that I have made an inquiry into the origin of the IOP's interest in seeking a sale. I have been told by the board that they are acting on information gathered from news sources on the northern campaign printed here in New Adeleux, as well as speculation within the FODE market. The Enlightened Matriarchy is truly interested in greater cooperation between our nations, and so if there is any other way that I may be of service in that regard I place myself at your disposal.

May the Light of the Mother smile upon you and upon the people of New Columbia,

Consul-General Sataryn Rennec
With the authority of Ambassador Dallen Seyriva
On behalf of Her Enlightened Majesty the Mother Empress Chella Resyanna fe Shrailleen


New Adeleux, New Columbia

With the assistance of the New Columbian government, it was easy for the representatives from Imperial Oil and Power to obtain the necessary visas for travel to the Dominion. After a few days a pair of sales representatives boarded a passenger jet in Imperial City bound for New Adeleux, a Shrailleeni line called Southern Skies which mostly operated between Ayaca and southern Acheron. In a few hours the plane was arriving in the airport, and the two Shrailleeni disembarked to head for their hotel.

The meeting had been arranged between Sir Alec Morgannon at the Ministry of Energy and the IOP, with assistance from the consulate and presumably from the Governor-General's office. Once the schedule and transportation were confirmed, the Shrailleeni would find a dining establishment in the city and settle in.

The first of the pair was Kallatya Terravel, who had sales authorization for the company. She was a child of the eighties, a born businesswoman who had spent her adult life fighting the stranglehold of the nobility. One way to do that had been to pursue government work, and the IOP had provided that opportunity. Now was a golden age for the Shrailleeni middle class, and Kallatya had made her way into upper management on the wealth that oil provided. The house she lived in had belonged to a now-disgraced Princess, a fact that pleased her immensely. Her success had rounded her features, giving her a soft and kindly look, and she had brown hair that was slightly bushy.

The second was her translator and up-and-coming employee Seritha Delverra, about ten years her junior and recently employed with the company. She was recently married and now expecting a child, this was her first trip outside of the country since joining the company. She had been selected for her language skills more than anything else, but she was sharp enough to know an opportunity when she saw one. Kallatya was well-placed and a good ally to have in the company, and she was eager to please her.

Unless something particularly interesting happened, they would pass the night away and be ready to arrive at the ministry in the morning of the next day.

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"The visa is being taken care of," Zel said with a smile, "they started the paperwork before they assigned me. Should be ready tomorrow or maybe the day after, but we'll see about that. You know how bureaucrats are." It would in fact be ready tomorrow, courtesy of SISI. "I don't know about the import-export stuff, they want to see if the possibility is there at all first. If it is I expect someone at the office will make a call to the Imperial Palace, the consulate, the trade ministry, all of that, and yours truly will be looking at a nice fat promotion."

He started ticking off a few things, counting them on his fingers. "I'm grabbing some supplies for the trip, I'm hoping to get by on Spanish with the Indys. I have a car lined up, big off-road model, spare tire and the like. Going to pay extra for a winch, I don't know the salesman was very persuasive. I'd rather go it alone if I can just for expense reasons, unless you think it's really dangerous? I'd heard the Indys were pretty passive, but then there's the whole rebel thing I guess."

"My real concern is all of this extra security, the mobilization and everything. That's why I called you first. A letter from the General would be perfect. Will civilian transport still cut it do you think? I don't suppose you could get a patrol vehicle or something for me, I haven't put down the deposit on the truck yet..." he said idly, doing his best ignorant businessman impression. "Say, I don't suppose you can tell me what all this is about by the way? I mean talk about timing, just before they send me on this thing. They're saying it has something to do with the New Columbians, but I heard something about a plane too..."
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Postby McNernia » Thu Aug 01, 2019 6:37 pm

Intelligence Handoff


The Mcnernian intelligence on New Columbia was little, maybe a box of files in a small office at the SIS HQ with a an overworked pair of analysts who were responsible for the whole of Ayaca. Acheron had more interest for the Sixth Department of Military Intelligence as the New Edomites were on that contient. The Foreign Ministry officers who arrived were shown to the floor that handled Cornellian information. Which was limited to New Edom as it was the lynchpin went for the section marked Ayaca and a smallish man who had perhaps offended the director or something. In the spy game rumors tended to fly sometimes around the office among the bored analysts about who was sleeping with who. The Foreign Ministry did not care about what was going on, the box was signed for and delivered back to the Foreign Ministry with the Director standing in the lobby and watching the couriers leave. Wondering if there would be some new act by his comrades in the military.

The Foreign Minister was waiting, considering the communique from San Carlo wondering if that would get him fired. Or maybe it was best if he joined in the calls for the overthrow of the Prime Minister and made nice with deal. As a Cabinet minister he had the duty to put the country before his own ego. But it was Angar who was the source of the problem…. or was it the Prime Ministers hastiness in regard to impressing the Edomites. The sins agaisnt Honor could only be expunged with blood. But then again, the Edomites did not, a message had come a while back from the Admiral of the Cornellian fleet. Sir Stephen had said communication was necessary to make a good ally. And what had happened was a distinct lack of communication.

Since there was a stench over the government the Conservatives would be seeking to get into position. Angar, would Abdullah Angar call for a general election when his comments about the situation in the halls to the Press get him in trouble with the Conservative general committee. True he could lead the opposition in the House but being Prime Minister was a whole different story. If the Communique did not get read by the House, there would be less calls for no confidence. Which means Caldosean could keep his job. He set to work sorting the files from the SIS and then placed a call to Miguel Aguila at the Defense Ministry for the General Staffs plans to deal with the whole issue of Ayaca. And that plane.

Augila merely complied, Neal had pressed in the morning for the No Confidence vote that would set off the leadership fight as the crisis dragged on. Thirty-six men were imprisoned because the Prime Minister had been hasty and wanted to impress the Edomites by showing Mcnernias supposed competence and if Augila got them back it would be an overture to the Generals who had survived the Prime Ministers initial firing. Libertarian thinking had not been the mainstream. Since the Market Liberals had been purged from the Conservatives and the Liberal Democrats. Caldosean had been writing about Libertarian policy before being in a provincial legislature. Now as he waited for the data, he thought about all that had brought him here. Writing, Legislature. First you bash government now a civil servant. He looked out the window smiling at the irony of his situation. And now he would if he was not careful would be going to the back benches. Or forced to leave the Chamber.

The data soon arrived, operational plans had been prepared along with meetings of the General Staff and the cabinet. The Foreign Minister looked over the data as it was scanned rushing down to the scanning room to see to the sealed boxes unsealed in the lower levels. The Foreign Ministry maintained its own Analysis and Information Department a intelligence agency to be sure but not what the SIS was. Nowhere near the SIS or Security Service. He saw to it that the clerks copied the data.

“I suppose…you have it well in hand.”

“Yes sir.”

“Right then.” Caldosean went to his office and wrote a letter to the Prime Minister. To assuage the grandfatherly man who sought to keep the nation together. Caldosean knew he could do a better job. San Carlos foreign minister had gotten him out of the stupor. Now he knew his duty. Best not to hesitate. Get a No Confidence motion passed and the old grandfather of the Libertarian Party out of Office. That would allow him to conduct diplomacy at his leisure. He had a private file with his cabinet list.


Intelligence and OP Plans comingled in the files as they were scanned into a large and very encrypted PDF that would be dispatched to Minister Geta and the Minister of Defense of New Edom as the premier power in the region had Mcnernian respect and the PM had wanted to show that there was capability in the Mcnernians to be of use. Rather than merely a market for Edomite goods. Damoclea, Hutanjia and the issues arising from the Kings diplomacy would be mentioned in some of the minutes contained in the report about New Columbia. Discussing the Dominion and its possibility of moving against the interregional shipping lanes. Though the idea of interregional piracy and blockade was merely speculation at best and fantasizing at worst and dismissed for the most part. The plans revolved around stationing aircraft in New Columbia to conduct strikes against insurgents, the parachutists were advisors to the New Columbian army. The desire was to prevent the oil being used to fund criminal activity but this was declared speculation by the overseers of the Analysts. The intelligence was mostly satellite images and speculation, the images showed the oil rigs and the speculation was Mcnernian chances in dealing with Ayacan forces. Or with the New Columbians should they not give the Mcnernians their due. Also concrete in intelligence was the report from the attaché confirming speculations. It was out of the possibility of fuel, bad leadership or supply problems. And it was fuel which was impacting the supply issue. Due to an intoxicated NCO around the Attaches aide. Apart from that it was data gainable from open sources.

The plans changed as soon as the plane had been confirmed as in Carlosian custody. Now all desire for oil and crushing insurgents was off. The plan was to secure the city of Puerto Barrios with an airborne or seaborne assault. If there was harm to the prisoners confirmed. Though with Ayaca on alert and the Cornellian fleets CO hopping mad this was unlikely. Recover the prisoners and leave. The Prime Minister was greatful for the diplomatic out that San Carlos and the New Edomites were offering. And he was inclined to take it.


Summary
-Data is taken from SIS, its not much two crates
-Ministry of Defense hands over OP Plans which shift from deploying parts of the RAF to rescuing POWs.
-Intelligence is mostly images that show oil rigs. Also, speculation about the capability of New Columbia’s army.
-Also Lucas Caldosean is prepping for a No Confidence vote.
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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Thu Aug 01, 2019 8:30 pm

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“New Columbia?” The Earl of Monton repeated back to General Fitz-Poltov, the baseborn nephew of the Duke of Teutonberg and the Executive Officer of the whole Imperial Vionnan Army. “Why in Andy’s name would I want to go there?”

“Because you are a serving officer in the King’s army and those are your orders…” The authoritative Fitz-Poltov replied as if confused by the very suggestion that Lord Lindegard might have a choice as to his deployments. “We need an officer of high rank and noble status on the ground out there to keep an eye on things. If push comes to shove, you will have command of Imperial forces over there.”

Lindegard nodded, but complained, “I’ll probably miss the Duchess of Erin’s Ball…” He looked at his social inferior, too proud to beg.

Fitz-Poltov snorted. “I thought you’d say that.” He remarked, almost mockingly, “If I give you my word of honour that you’ll be flown back for the ball, will you take the assignment without another word?”

Lindegard considered the offer. He did not dislike bastard-born noblemen like others of his class but he did have a strange distrust for Fitz-Poltov. He resolved to strike a middle ground. “Fine. But I want it in writing.”

“I thought you’d say that, as well.” The curt reply came, the general pushed a signed piece of parchment over the desk. “There you go, now go, I hear your wanted in Parliament before you go.”

Lindegard sighed, “Very well.” He saluted. “Sir.”

“My Lord…” Fitz-Poltov remarked as he returned the salute, he made the honorific sound like an insult.

Closing the door behind him carefully, Lindegard muttered as he walked away, “Prick…” Two miserable junior officers and a Colonel so old he looked ready for the knacker’s yard sat waiting outside the XO’s office. The Colonel read a tatty pamphlet with diligence and the junior officers, both Ensigns, looked up at Lindegard with fear. He gave them no more notice and rushed to the roof where the government helicopter awaited to take him to Frankenlisch.


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Back in his office after a fantastic luncheon, Sir Alec Morgannon studied the memo which lay on his desk, signed by Governor-General Laurenstowe. Morgannon himself distrusted the Governor-General, he was a traditional man and he had his doubts that the King had acted wisely in appointing a local as Governor-General, it seemed to be inviting nationalist sentiments. However, Laurenstowe and his party had won the last election and it seemed that people liked the King even more for grudgingly giving them Laurenstowe as Governor-General rather than just President of the Chamber of Councillors, a role which had been left to a Gallandian, Pierre Panetiere de Marchand. Laurenstowe had enjoyed a tenure seemingly without threat. The opposition parties had been thrashed at the 2017 election and only the Imperials and the Liberals had any chance of denting the Federal Party’s majority. Though he wouldn’t dare speak out about it, Morgannon knew more than most about Laurenstowe’s cling to power, the newspapers were in his palm. The Dominion Bugle was owned by a favourite cousin and he had large shares in both the New Adeleux Gazette and The Columbian Daily, though obviously through a network of fake names and details. Though the civil servant’s knowledge of the Governor-General’s shady arrangements did not nearly stretch so far, he had his suspicions in the direction of foul play and a corkboard in his townhouse bedroom even mapped out his amatuer investigating. Laurenstowe was a kindly looking man but Morgannon, and many others, were aware of his shrewdness.

The memo that the Governor-General had sent was yet another annoyance for Sir Alec. His meeting with the Edomite, Baruch, had been pleasant enough and had admittedly softened his prejudices towards the Edomite people. Despite this, he was not looking forward to meeting the Shraileeni, a people he knew next to nothing about. He knew that there would be two of them from Imperial Oil and Power, a Shraileeni company which sounded very much like the national companies of the last century. That was tomorrow, anyhow, Morgannon had little work to do with his minister not around and so he poured himself a brandy and sat back with one of the newspapers that the Governor-General owned. Sir Alec Morgannon sighed, God he missed Frankenlisch.
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Postby Cossack Khanate » Fri Aug 02, 2019 1:26 am

Well, I’m supposed to be on vacation, but I got access to a computer and couldn’t resist the temptation, especially with some fun stuff brewing. So...here it is.The next post. I don’t have access to Discord, so my geography might be off in terms of actual Colombian port cities. If V-F would be as kind as to tell me where a proper beaching location would be over TG, that would be great :)

Day ?, New Colombian waters…

The Aditya Sen drifted peacefully in the warm waters, most of the crew slumped around the deck. They had no sense of where they were, with the bright sun burning their salty skin.
Karan opened his eyes slowly. He was on his back in a centimeter of water, which was quickly evaporating. He squinted into the bright sky, before slowly hefting himself to a seated position. His first move was to wake his second, Sunil, shaking him with a large hand. The slim man jolted awake, scowling at Karan.

Soon after, the rest of the crew was woken up, and a team sat on the deck, trying to figure out where exactly they were.
“I’d say we’re off the coast of Ayaca somewhere...we musta drifted past Shrailleeni sometime…”, said old man Venu, waving his right hand. Sunil cringed on the mention of Ayaca.

“But which direction would we sail in now?”, asked Sunil.

Karan looked at the sails. “Wind’s blowing that way,” he said pointing towards the front of the boat, “That’s the standard wind for this area, it blows west. If we were on the eastern coast of Ayaca, we would be able to see land from the front of the boat, but if we are on the southern coast, we should see land from this way...”
He took out a binocular, scanning the horizon. Nothing west. He looked over the right side of the ship.
“There it is. New Colombia”

Some hours later

The crew decided to sail towards the Frankenlischian territory, and had come within vision of the coast. The Cossacks didn’t have a map, so they weren’t sure which city they had landed in. The first thing that surprised Karan was the lack of ships on the sea. In the Khanate, there were usually many boats, large and small, out for fishing or at least patrol. The New Colombian port seemed to be filled with docked boats, with many seeming like they would never sail.

Sunil was loading a SK-16 bolt-action carbine with a stripper clip. Karan was fiddling with his W4 revolver, and Venu was hoisting the Cossack flag over the masts once more, right above the smaller blue and white Cossack Volunteer Coastal Defense Force insignia. The small vessel glided smoothly close to port, waiting for a radio hail that would go to the now-fixed ship communication system...
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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Sun Aug 04, 2019 3:34 pm

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Martin adjusted his round, wire-framed glasses and replied, “From my homeland, in Wolfswood. My dear mother, a Vionnan Christian all her life, used to sing it to me. She wanted me to join one of the church militias but I had greater aspirations than that.” He smiled, a pretty smile that distorted his small black moustache. It would have been hard to make out either officer’s face in the darkness, especially with them standing up, but both seemed handsome.

“I have a great admiration for the Vionnan Christians. You are shining examples of the love of Christ. I understand the aspirations to serve one’s country, it is a noble deed.”

“Captain Martin von Rotgarten,” the younger, taller man introduced himself, “Margrave von Rotgarten.” He added, without pretense or pomp.
“Lieutenant Jean Passander,” the other replied with an outrageous Gallandic accent, “At your service.” His hair was dirty-blonde and stretched down to his shoulders, his uniform was tired but worn impeccably.


Pierre shook the hands of each man, heartily greeting them.

Martin, whose uniform was also worn perfectly but turned out much nicer, asked kindly, “And you, sir? I do not recognise you from the Lancers.”

“I am Colonel Nathaniel Pierre, of Regensburg. I am here to observe the counterinsurgency efforts of the Commonwealth against the rebels here.”

The Margrave von Rotgarten nodded and smiled while his companion remained in sheepish silence, clearly unwilling to tackle the subject of Theology with a Regensburger. The Fay Christianity of Gallandia was heavily heretical to the Catholic Regensburgers and the Vionnan Christian Church, this had not caused any issues with the vaguely faithful Von Rotgarten but, somehow, Passander doubted that a Regensburger Colonel would be as permissive.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” Martin replied, helpfully ignoring Pierre’s religious comments for the sake of his Gallandic friend, “The Lancers will show the rebels what-for. Finest men I’ve ever served with.” He commented with pride.

Only men you’ve ever ridden with,” joked Passander, chuckling strangely with his gallic accent. “Monsieur Pierre, forgive me, your name sounds very much familiar in its origin. Do you truly come from Regensburg? You have Gallandic heritage perhaps?”

“It is no problem at all, Leutnant Passander, the Kingdom of Gallia used to rule over part of my nation, and the names have endured through Germanization. Herr Captain Rotgarten, I look forward to seeing you boys in action.”

“Gallia, eh?” Martin commented, turning to Jean, “historical cousins of yours perhaps?”

Passander shrugged his broad shoulders, “History was never my forte. I would assume so.” He looked over to another campfire, “It appears the Colonel has drawn in another young noble. Who is this one Martin?”
“That’s the daughter of the Duchess of Cathena, I don’t know her name though. An Espicutan.” The Wolfswoodan officer replied, recognising her at sight, “I met her once at a ball in Ravena but she never took me as a soldier. I suppose the Colonel takes all comers.”

“Martin is just jealous that he’s been overshadowed.” Passander joked to Pierre, he received a playful slap on the back of the head.

“I’m not overshadowed just yet,” Martin replied, grinning, “She’s still just the heir. Besides, maybe I’ll be a Duke someday.”

“Maybe I’ll be a duck someday,” Passander replied, “Just as likely if you ask me.”

Martin ignored his friend. “So many of our officers are of the nobility, anyway. Is it the same for your country, Colonel?”

“It is an even split back home. About half of our officers are nobility, and half are of the middle or lower class,” Pierre replied. “I know that there were some ties between Gallandia and Gallia, I just don’t quite remember what they were.”

“Hmm. That’s fair enough…” Martin replied, simply, Passander was still grinning.

“That’s good by me,” he commented in reply, “I think our army needs some more officers from the other classes, too many noblemen spoils the broth, or however that saying goes.” Martin was chuckling and Passander stretched his arms out with a yawn. “I think that’s me, my comrades, I’ll bid you a good night.”

“Night Jean, I won’t be much longer myself.” Martin bade him goodnight with a nod of the head. “It’ll be a long march tomorrow, not sure how my legs will stand this whole journey. Do you ride much, Colonel, I imagine this’d be a rude awakening if not.”

“Good night, Lieutenant Passander. As for horseback riding, I rode plenty before my wife took the ranch in our divorce. It’ll be nice to ride again.”

“Aha, you say that now…” Von Rotgarten replied, tactfully ignoring Pierre’s divorce, “Just wait until we make camp tomorrow, your legs will feel like they’ve been wearing trousers of sandpaper, especially on these roads.” The Margrave produced a hip flask and knocked back a gulp of schnapps, he offered the drink to Pierre. “Apple Schnapps,” he explained, “They make it on my estate by the barrel. Skins your throat but warms your belly. I like to drink it before bed.”

Pierre laughed. “I guess I’m in for a rude awakening,” he said. He realized that it had been years since Karen took the kids and the ranch, only to die in a car crash. He had no doubt it would be a difficult ride. “I would love a drink of the Schnapps, reminds me of back home.” He took the flask, drinking about a shot’s worth of the drink before handing it back.

“I suppose I’d best turn in,” Von Rotgarten concluded, taking his hip flask back. “If you want to ride with the best, come and find B Troop, Third Squadron.” He came to his feet, “Gute Nacht, Colonel.”

“Gute Nacht, Hauptmann.” Pierre said, shaking the man's hand before heading to bed.


Parliament Square, City of Frankenlisch
Foreign Ministry, Diplomatic Service Building


The line was sent over to Sir Basildon's telephone and he picked it up. "Count Joshua? Basildon here.” He replied in introduction. “I was rather expecting a call from you, I’ve been keeping up with the news over there rather well and I heard your lot didn’t take our proposal too well. So, then… Lay on Macduff.” Basildon spoke clearly and expected a counter-proposal, though he feigned delight while speaking with the Count Ambassador, he was rather miffed, after all, much of his career was based on Imperial-Regensburger relations and this had been a setback for the Commonwealth he loved so dearly. Basildon placed a cigarette in his mouth and listened to Von Westhaven’s response.

Westhaven thought…why didn’t the government just accept the damn offer? Closer relations could be beneficial. “I’ll tell you what, Regensburg could definitely benefit from closer relations, but we are not prepared to join the Commonwealth. We could certainly arrange trade ties, or even, maybe something along the lines of a defensive pact.”

Basildon was annoyed, what a bait-and-switch to consider Commonwealth ties and then snatch them away. He understood why the Regensburgers had made the choice they did, he read the news and he was a savvy man but it still annoyed him nonetheless. His Imperial Majesty’s Agent for Neue Regensburg had been idle for years, Vionna-Frankenlisch and Regensburg had little diplomatic history besides keeping up cordial relations, Basildon’s career had been a silver medal thus far, no great screw-ups but no fine legacy either. “I see, well… That’s understandable.” He responded, trying to be convincing. Even observers membership would be a tremendous achievement for the diplomat who had, so far, flown under the radar. A solid man but with no ideas or overwhelming skills of his own. Perhaps the situation was salvageable, however. “I would very much like to discuss those possibilities. Would you like me to come to you?” He asked.

Westhaven smiled, thinking, “Maybe they’ll actually take us up on this.” He said, “That would be wonderful. Keep in mind, anything we do has to go through the government back home before it is finalized, but we have the chance to forge lasting bonds here between our two nations.”

“But of course,” Basildon replied, nodding though Westhaven couldn’t see, “I’ll head over immediately. Goodbye.” He put the phone down and quickly dialled another number, it rang for a few moments but the line was finally taken. “Hello, Larry? Ah, Basildon here… No, Basildon from the Diplomatic Service… Ye- Yes, that’s right, Agent for Neue Regensburg.” Calls with Larry Tristram were always troublesome, the Foreign Minister was a terribly chatty man. “Yes, Isobel’s fine. Now- Yes she passed her exams with flying colours. Look, Minister, I- Oh really? Well, give her my congratulations.” Basildon sighed as Tristram droned on about his niece. Eventually, he resorted to interruption. “Minister I am sorry but- Oh I’m terribly sorry to hear that, I hope he gets better soon. Look, Larry, I really must get to the point, I’m on a tight schedule here. I’m headed over to meet the Count-Ambassador von Westhaven and I need you to sign off on something. I know they turned down Commonwealth observership but I think we can get them into some kind of defensive agreement. I- Yes, yes, I know…” As Tristram spoke, Basildon kept the phone under his chin as he pulled on his overcoat. Finally, the Minister gave his assent to Basildon negotiating a deal and he put the phone down, much to Sir Basildon’s relief. He too put the phone down and rushed outside where his driver was already waiting.

“Legation Street, please.” Basildon requested, launching himself into the sleek, black vehicle. The journey from Parliament Square to Legation street was a quick one, helped by an impromptu police escort, provided by riders from the Frankenlischian Metropolitan Police who cleared the way for the popular diplomat. The car pulled up at the crossroads which divided Legation Street and Basildon dove out of the car, landing elegantly on his oxford-clad feet. He straightened out his clothes and lit up a cigarette before walking the rest of the way to the Regensburger embassy on 8 Legation Street. Westhaven was expecting him and Basildon was shown into his office. “Ah, my dear Count, how are you? Keeping well since last we spoke?” Basildon ignored the fact that it had barely been more than a day since their last meeting. “I’m very much intrigued by the possibilities we still haven't explored. Erm, may I?” He asked, nodding at a chair.

Westhaven nodded his approval for Basildon to sit, and then began. “Regensburg, while not in a position to join the Commonwealth, could still benefit greatly from ties with your nation. The idea that we could have trade or military ties was left open-ended in the College of Electors, and I am willing to explore the possibilities we have before us. Shall we begin?”

“Yes, of course. I understand why observership was turned down by the College, it was perhaps too optimistic of my government to expect a nation in your position, that is, surrounded by potential threats, to give them something to mock.” Basildon spoke tactfully, despite his actual feelings, though he did genuinely understand the choice, he still resented this College of Electors for it. “The United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch would be in a position to sign a pact with Neue Regensburg, declaring our wish to cooperate defensively and to uphold peace and harmonious cohabitation between us. Do you think that the Kingdom of Neue Regensburg would smile on such a treaty?”

Westhaven noticed that Basildon went straight to discussing military cooperation… not a bad thing, but this would be rather quick for ties of this nature to emerge. Usually, alliances formed much more organically, out of shared enemies or trade interests. This being said, the entire Bay of Gottheim is claimed by a foreign power… “I think that the Kingdom would indeed smile upon this treaty. We have everything to gain and nothing to lose. In fact, I can call the Minister of State right now. Is that okay with you?”

“I would be delighted ” Basildon replied, truthfully, though he masked his true excitement. “Please go ahead.” He motioned towards the telephone on Westhaven’s desk and finished his cigarette, hiding a smile.

“Minister Marius, it is Count-Ambassador von Westhaven… Yes, to Vionna-Frankenlisch. Sir Basildon of the New Regensburg desk of the Diplomatic Service over here just proposed a defensive pact, and honestly, I don’t see how it could hurt, it could even be a start to challenging the hegemon in the Bay of Gottheim… You’ll pass the proposal on to the College? Great.” He hung up the phone, smiling at Basildon, switching from German back to Common Language. “The Minister is passing your proposal onto the College of Electors, and then we will see what they decide. I sincerely hope it passes through the three houses.” Westhaven finished, letting Basildon get in a response.

“As do I, as do I.” Sir Basildon was nodding and he just managed to suppress his excitement. “I don’t see anything we can do at the moment though. I will pay attention to your news and make a report to the Foreign Office. If your College of Electors accepts, I can have the treaty signed here in Frankenlisch in a jiffy. Was there anything we needed to iron out now?”

“I believe this is everything. It's out of our hands now,” he said, smiling pleasantly at Basildon. “Have a good day, Sir, and let health and prosperity befall you and yours.”

“And the same to you, Your Excellency.” Basildon bowed his head respectfully and left the office, heading excitedly back to the car. “Harris, take me to the Imperial Carriagehouse, I think a bit of a celebration is in order.”

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Postby Republica De Gran Chaco » Mon Aug 05, 2019 1:29 pm

San Sebastian Air Force Base, San Carlo

“What do you plan on doing with them then?” Asked Brigadier Estaban Marino of the Chacano Air Force.

His counterpart, Brigadier General Jorge Martinez, of the San Carlo Air Force who was walking with him and showing him where the McNernian prisoners were kept shrugged at the question, “We expected a response from the McNernians, after we sent our demands, but we have heard nothing from them. It is all very suspicious, so we are all on high alert. We have no clue why they would not even respond to a diplomatic letter that was put out publicly. Aside from that, our base was not made to keep prisoners for so long, we do not have the facilities really, its mostly used for sobering up enlisted men when they try to stumble back into barracks at night or other such nonsense. We have accepted an offer from the Guardia Civil to transfer them to an actual prison they run for rebels and drug runners. They can better manage the fools there. They leave tomorrow evening.”

“And the plane?” Estaban asked.

The Carlano smiled, “Oh, my now the engineers have been tearing that thing apart. They want to see every last bit of it before we put it back together and test fly it. It does seem basic enough, or so they tell me.”

Martinez shifted the conversation, “How are your men adjusting? Do they find the facilities suitable?”

“Yes, they are quite comfortable, and the mechanics have the planes ready. They will begin flying their own patrols in the morning. Thank you again for arrainging everything so nicely for us.” Estaban said.

“Please sir, it was my pleasure. The security of San Carlos is not something we take lightly here, and any friend who comes to assist us in this is truly a friend indeed.” Martinez said, “This jail is getting me down, come let’s return outside.”

The two men walked through the checkpoints showing their security badges and being patted down. They opened the door and the breeze that hit them felt refreshing. It was hot and humid outside, but the jail had no air conditioning, and it was unbearably stuffy near the cells. The strolled together chatting until they reached the building where Martinez had his office. They walked inside and the cool dry air was an instant relief. Martinez asked a beautiful female enlisted staffer to fetch a couple of iced drinks.

“So, Mr. Marino, that seems to be it. We wait and watch and see what happens.” Martinez said.

Estaban thanked the girl for the drink then held the cold glass to his forehead, “It feels strange though, doesn’t it? No communications from Vionna-Frankenlisch, no communications from even New Columbia, the McNernians have cut all communications. It does seem suspicious, like we are standing upon the edge of a great pit that we cannot see, yet perceive, and we know that we may be pushed into it at any moment.”

“Indeed, it is strange. I ask myself, why would they act in such a belligerent manner they have nothing to gain, and not reason for war. Yet they invited the McNernians, the some of the most aggressive bumblers known in the world. I do tend to believe the story of the prisoners that they intended to go to New Columbia, it all matches up. What I do not believe is that the New Columbians would bring in these fools, and Regensburger advisors, and God knows who else was on that transport plane the landed, for something as simple as a reconquest of their territory. Why would they not ask their masters in Vionna Frankenlisch for help first, and neighbors second? I tell you they have not reached out to our government once for anything! Not a hey, can you make sure these savages don’t try to escape into your land, not anything.” Martinez declared.

“It is a strange way to go about your business. Again, I go back to the McNernians cutting all contact about trying to trade for their prisoners. What are they planning I wonder, in their silence?” Estaban mused. He checked his watch, “Brigadier I thank you for your hospitality, but I must return to my staff. Please excuse me.”

He got up and shook Martinez’s hand and left.


Outpost Rojo

Master Sergeant Benito Rodriguez scanned the land in front of him from one of the forward bunkers in the outpost. He saw rolling hill country that turned into the pampa below. He took note at some of the terrain features and marked them on his map and mumbled to himself. He had just arrived the night before with a supply convoy of trucks that climbed up the hill and into the back side of the fire base. Benito, or Beny as he was known commanded a four-man section of Rico scouts that was going to begin some surveillance and scouting of the country below to see if there were any irregular activities coming from the New Columbians or any guests that they might have invited in.

Benny sat in the cover of the bunker with a pair of binoculars and a spotting scope on a bipod and scanned everything for three hours trying to memorize the topography, and to make mental notes about certain areas. The other three on his team did the same, taking shifts between settling in, and preparing gear for their scouting mission. The team had packed civilian clothing and had managed to get two Toyota hilux trucks to run around the valley on their mission. That way if they were spotted, they might be mistaken as a group of ranchers or surveyors that were out there for work. They carried civilian camping and hunting gear for camps, but they also had military weapons, radios, and other equipment to do their job of trying to figure out who was where and doing what.

Benny finally decided that he had, had enough for one morning and packed up his things. His departure was a relief for the very confused and uncomfortable privates that were also on watch in the bunker. Beny nodded to them and picked up his stuff and headed back to the little hooch where him and his men had been put. He double checked his things then when all the men had returned, they had a quick briefing.

“Let’s get some sack time, then we can decide on a patrol route this evening. We’ll load the trucks by 0:30 and be on the road by 01:15. Sound good?” Beny said. The rest of the team agreed and the all made their way to their cots to sack out until the evening hit.


Tierra Bonita Airport
Flores, San Carlo

The men of the Chaco Light Infantry offloaded from the commercial airlines that had been chartered to take them to San Carlo. Officers and NCOs yelled the ways to go and led the different companies to aircraft hangers to organize. C-130s and other chartered civilian planes were offloading heavier weapons and equipment, as well as some lighter vehicles. Several ship had already left Chaco with the bulk of the Special Operations Aviation regiment that was to support them and the special forces teams that had already arrived in the country, and vehicles including the regiment’s MRAPs and Ratels. This was the first time in years that the regiment had deployed with all of its equipment.

The Lancer Regiment was also scheduled to arrive soon with their tanks and APC’s as well once there were enough ships ready to transport them. Advance parties had already been sent in order to prepare places for them. The Lancers were extremely excited, as armored regiments hardly deployed outside of Chaco due to the commitment it took to move tanks.

The CLI was moving first, and would act as a ready reserve to the Carlano forces in case anything happened. Soon enough the regiment and its equipment would be loaded onto trains to be sent forward into the mountains where they would be based as small airstrips once they mairied up with their helicopters and vehicles they would be ready to support the forces of San Carlo if the worst happened and the country had to defend itself.

Captain Victor Chavez of F Company was conferring with his first sergeant about which area in the hangar was set aside for them. There had been some confusion as to where they had initially settled and some liaison had told them to move after they had began organizing the cots by platoon and squad. Now they had seemed to work out where they should be and Chavez ordered the platoon leaders to reorganize the men’s things, then to prepare work details to help off load the regiment’s equipment.

“Make sure the men don’t try to hide to get out of work. We need this done quickly. If they hide then they don’t get deployed if action is needed and we don’t have spots on transports. Make sure they know that.” Chavez said to the platoon leaders and sergeants, “Alright, everyone knows what they need to do so let’s get to it.”

The other officers and NCOs all agreed and went about their way to make sure that everything was prepared as quickly as possible.
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“I'd rather go it alone if I can just for expense reasons, unless you think it's really dangerous? I'd heard the Indys were pretty passive, but then there's the whole rebel thing I guess."

Benicio shook his head, “You can go alone and do fine. Security for such a small party is mostly peace of mind anyways. I wouldn’t worry about the savages, they haven’t caused an issue in some time, and we have been having regular shipments of things to their big city anyways.”

"My real concern is all of this extra security, the mobilization and everything. That's why I called you first. A letter from the General would be perfect. Will civilian transport still cut it do you think? I don't suppose you could get a patrol vehicle or something for me, I haven't put down the deposit on the truck yet..." he said idly, doing his best ignorant businessman impression.

“That’s fine, I can get you a signed pass. It will take a few days to get everything in order, but won’t take too long. A military vehicle would be tough, unless you requested a guide to drive. Then it might be possible, but if a civilian gets caught in a jeep or something then you and be both will be skinned. By all rights you technically could do it without a pass and in a civilian vehicle, but in reality, you would be harassed. The paperwork I can get can get you though that. No check point wants to argue with a general’s signature.” Benito explained


"Say, I don't suppose you can tell me what all this is about by the way? I mean talk about timing, just before they send me on this thing. They're saying it has something to do with the New Columbians, but I heard something about a plane too..."

“Oh man, it’s all over the news and the chatter is all over headquarters too. The McNernians sent this plane to Ayaca without any warning. The Air Force see’s it and wonders where it’s going so they intercept it and force it to land at an airport. When security had them open up and come out, they found a platoon of commandos all armed to the teeth. They were arrested and scuttlebutt is, that they are working with Vionna-Frankenlisch and New Columbia to secure some kind of colony here. They were an advanced party for an invasion force.” Benicio said excitedly.

He continued, “What’s more, is the government demands publicly that the McNernians leave and sign a pledge to never return to Ayaca, or to violate our sovereignty and the McNernians haven’t even replied! It seems like they really had some nefarious plans with San Carlo. Everything is on standby, the reserves have been called up, the mountain regiment is being brought back from Arcologia, and Chaco has sworn their support for our defense. It’s been fairly tense, troops moving to the border in anticipation of attack, coastal cities preparing for possible bombardment. Who would have thought that this could even happen?”

Outpost Azul

“They seem to be leaving sir.” The first sergeant said.

Lieutenant Menendez looked through his binoculars, “Yes they certainly seem to be fleeing. All the same I want Lieutenant Caldero to have his patrol follow up to make sure there isn’t anything lurking beyond. I’m going to report to battalion, and see what they want us to do. Keep looking for more scouts.”




“Sir there has been a report from 1st Battalion that New Columbian scouts were spotted monitoring OP Azul. They have a platoon on patrol sweeping the area and the rest of A company and 1st battalion are on alert.” An aid said to the regimental commander.

The colonel asked, “When did this happen?”

“About two hours ago sir.” Was the reply.

“Put the regiment on alert, 2nd and 3rd battalion should also make sure to send out patrols so that they can gather information to inform the new regiments that are replacing them. I know they move soon as the consolidation is going on, but they still need to be vigilant.” The colonel said.

“Anything else sir?” the aid asked.

“Yes, draw me a bath and don’t bother me for an hour.” The colonel ordered.

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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Mon Aug 05, 2019 5:36 pm

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For the second time in two days, the Joint Defence Chiefs, Defence Minister Grier and the Vionnan attache Brigadier Robert Cromwell found themselves in the large conference room of New Columbia’s Defence Ministry. The modern, blocky building had rather grown on its residents but to outsiders, it was often found unimpressive. There were other concerns than architecture, however, that lingered on the minds of the conference room’s occupants. They sat on the front row of seats and standing across from them, by the podium, was Governor-General Richard Laurenstowe, who was superior to all but the King in New Columbia.

“Thank you, Ladies and Gentlemen, for finding the time to attend, I know your schedules are increasingly busy.” Laurenstowe began. “I plead extenuating circumstances, however, as I’m sure you’re aware.”

“I’m certain you are already very much aware of the seizure of a McNernian aircraft by the forces of San Carlo and the imprisonment of its crew and passenger complement. As a matter of fact, I would be unsurprised if you all, especially Minister Grier, knew more than me about this incident.” Grier nodded discreetly to his fellows as if to imply that Laurenstowe knew nothing compared to him. “I have to inform you now, in the greatest of secrecy, that Lord Halstone has written to me personally, stating his wishes for us to distance ourselves from McNernia.” There came a grumbling noise from Grier but nobody spoke. “Minister Grier has already informed me that we reached a deal with McNernia regarding oil shipments. However, with the situation currently unfolding between McNernia and the Ayacan states and, indeed, within their own Parliament, I find it unlikely that we will ever see said oil.”

General Sakharine was nodding and, though downhearted, the other members of the Joint Defence Chiefs seemed in agreement. “There is more on the agenda, however.” Laurenstowe moved on. “According to a report that I know General Sakharine has also received, from Brigadier General Fitz-Edrington, who commands at Queensport. One of his patrols has seen the San Carloan build-up personally and, though we are still compiling all our current data into one report, the sources we have consulted mark a clear build-up by San Carlo and they are being supported directly by Chacano deployments. They’re preparing for something big and I’m not sure if it’s in retaliation to a perceived threat from us, or for something else entirely…”

General Sakharine raised his arm and Laurenstowe nodded to him. “I think they are suspicious of us, sir.” Sakharine disliked the Governor-General but, as a good soldier, was respectful to him. “It would make little sense for San Carlo to invade, they’d be declaring war on the whole Commonwealth. I believe this is a misunderstanding of intent. May I ask if you’ve spoken to them regarding the situation?”

“I have not,” Laurenstowe admitted.

Admiral Acton, who was already in a stubborn mood, turned pink and Lady Webley put her soft hands over his to keep the old knight from exploding. Even the docile Oakfield seemed worried and a little upset by this revelation. “You have not even sent a missive to San Carlo? Not the tiniest message?”

“It has not been long since this situation began, it was thought prudent to see how events unfolded.”

“You’ve seen how events are bloody unfolding!” Acton burst, rising to his feet and pointing an accusative finger at the Governor-General. “Mobilisation on our border! Complete distrust from our only neighbour! No meaningful discourse with our potential opponents and allies!”

Laurenstowe stood in stoic silence as Admiral Acton ranted, Lady Webley tugged at his sleeve with a soft, “Admiral…” in an attempt to calm him but it was no use.

“You are a walking disaster! A foolish politician with no sense of governance or leadership! A puppet, sir, you are a puppet!” He laughed, slamming his fist down on the long desk which stretched along the front row of seats, “You are a clown with a crown!”

“Lady Webley,” Sakharine asked calmly, “Would you be so kind as to escort Sir Acton from the room.”

Webley nodded, taking Acton gently by the elbow as he began to cough and sputter and led him out. Silence took over as the heavy door closed. Oakfield sighed and Cromwell seemed quite shaken-up. “I apologise, Governor-General,” Sakharine explained, “Admiral Sir Acton has been a tad unwell recently, I’m sure you don’t think he’d be so derogatory regularly.”

“Of course,” Laurenstowe replied with a nod of the head, strangely calm. “There is one more thing… An Imperial Navy squadron took a rather heavy pounding in the engagement with Thouthen and, as we are the closest Commonwealth state, they are going to land here for repairs. First at Queensport to resupply and receive urgent repairs and then they will sail to Port Barfleur to have their crews replenished and to receive full repair work.”

Sakharine was stunned. “Sir, you must inform San Carlo immediately. If they mistrust us now, think about what an Imperial squadron will do to relations.” His pleading tone disgusted him but Sakharine continued nonetheless, his hopes to avoid war more important than his pride, “Sir, please, you must speak with the Ayacan nations as soon as possible. Explain that there is nothing to be worried about and that we wish for cooperation. And speak to Vionna-Frankenlisch, make sure they understand the situation.”

Laurenstowe knew Sakharine was right. He was angry at himself for not following this advice sooner, though he knew he had little right to be angry, he was so overworked with domestic affairs that dialogue with foreign nations would take up time he didn’t have. However, he resolved to stop neglecting this crucial part of the current crisis. Never a man who liked admitting mistakes, however, he announced this intention flippantly. “Hmm, you may be right, Sakharine. I’ll draft a message sometime this week.”

Sakharine had known Laurenstowe long enough to realise that this was a capitulation and he played along for the sake of his superior’s ego. “Very good, sir, thank you.” He replied with a nod. “Now, is there anything else that needs addressing?”

“One last thing. This’ll be especially important to Brigadier Cromwell. Vionna-Frankenlisch is sending an officer to keep an eye on things here and possibly take command of Imperial deployments if things should come to that.” Laurenstowe explained. “He’s being flown in tonight. Lieutenant General Lord Lindegard.”

“The Earl of Monton?” Cromwell asked, surprised.

“Correct.” Laurenstowe nodded. “I think that’s it… Thank you, everyone.”
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Postby McNernia » Tue Aug 06, 2019 2:27 pm

[align=center]OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE OF THE KINGDOM OF MCNERNIA
HM FOREIGN AFFAIRS MINISTRY



TO: Jesus Gutierrez, Foreign Minister of the Republic of San Carlo
CC: Cornellian Peace Organization, Organization of Ayacan States
FROM: Lucas Caldosean, Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Mcnernia
SEC:STANDARD
SUB: Apologies for Aircraft Violation.[/center]


Greetings
Thank you, Mr. Minister, for your message. HM Emilion IV has proposed in terms of apology due to the receipt of a communique from the Holy Empire of New Edom calling for an apology to the Organization of Ayacan States as a whole, that he fly to the Headquarters of the OAS and deliver an apology speech to the assembled representatives of the Peoples of Ayaca. And of course, the address would be televised.
Or said address can be by the Prime Minister or by myself the Foreign Minister.

And it need not be in person. It can also be televised over media to the people from MCnernia.

If you desire a separate apology delivered before the legislature of your country that can be arranged as well.

We apologize for not responding to the communique Sooner. My personal apologies for any previous offense I have caused. And apologies of my government in regards to the issue of compensation.
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Postby Republica de San Carlo » Tue Aug 06, 2019 6:05 pm

To: L.Caldosean, Foreign Minister of McNernia
CC: Organization of Ayacan States, Cornellian Peace Organization
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo
Subject: Intercepted Aircraft
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Minister,

The physical disgust that I have for the way you and your people treat an independent and sovereign nation that you have violated can hardly be put into words. Your recent letter, shockingly late, shows no concern for your own people and indeed seems to only be written at the urging of secret conversations with the Empire of New Edom.

Your only solution offered is to apologize in front of an international body that is headquartered in an entirely different nation, with an apology to the Carlano people as an afterthought and only if we specifically request it.

Well sir, we have demanded an apology, and you have not answered it or any other of our requirements that we put before you. Let me make this clear for your foolish and ignorant government to understand:

The Republic of San Carlo is not a subject of New Edom!

The Republic of San Carlo is not a subject of the Organization of Ayacan States!

The Republic of San Carlo is a fully independent nation and has its own political future according to its free citizens who decide what that is.

Doing things only at the behest of other nations and not treating with us directly is an insult so great that we will no longer have direct diplomatic contact with you unless you meet our requirements which I will again repeat, as the comprehension of past letters may be too great for you.

1. A full apology to the people of San Carlo

2. A public oral and written promise signed and approved by your government promising to never send military forces to Ayaca or to aid any military adventures in Ayaca again.

3. An oral and written statement recognizing that any new action in Ayaca both directly and indirectly involved with any military force whether McNernian or not is a violation of the sovereignty of all Ayacan states and an act of war against said Ayacan states!

After these conditions have been met then we will consider a reestablishment of diplomatic contact and negotiations for the return of your military personnel.

Jesus Gutierrez,
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Postby Vionna-Frankenlisch » Tue Aug 06, 2019 8:04 pm

To: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo
From: Governor-General Richard Laurenstowe of New Columbia


To those that it may concern, from the pen of The Honourable Richard Laurenstowe

Dear Sir(s)/Madam(s)

It is with great relief and happiness that I finally draft this missive to your nation, concerning the situation currently unfolding within the Imperial Dominion of New Columbia and between ourselves and the Republic of San Carlo. I'd like to offer my personal assurances that the delay in communications was down to no fault of my own and, rather, down to the awkward position that the Imperial Dominion finds itself it - with no official foreign affairs department and many of our diplomatic operations handled by Vionna-Frankenlisch, it is tough to find out what is and is not our responsibility, much less my personal responsibility.

I’d also like you to consider this an informal direction that all communications from the Republic of San Carlo regarding the present situation should be directed towards me from now on.

I am most concerned by the present situation on our shared border, especially near the city of Queensport where tensions appear to be riding high. For a multitude of reasons, I believe we have fallen into a kind of quasi-rivalry which is completely unbecoming. We would be completely willing to publicly declare that we have no territorial ambitions regarding San Carlo and no hostile intentions towards the Republic of San Carlo or any of the other Ayacan states. As continental brothers, we should put aside any misunderstanding and embrace peace for the sake of civility and our two peoples.

I would further inform the Republic ahead of time that the Imperial Dominion of New Columbia is awaiting the deployment of four ships of the Imperial Navy, the battered remnants of the Imperial New Edom Squadron. You are, no doubt, aware that said squadron sailed from Harbourtown to find the Thouthenian fleet and, under attack by submarines, aircraft and surface vessels, split from the Imperion combined fleet, fought bravely and sustained serious casualties including the loss of the frigate Ewhampton and the carrier Wedner. This force, having regained cohesion and with damage control systems in place, is now headed to Queensport to receive serious repairs before it sails to Port Barfluer to receive more in depth repairs and the replenishment of their crews. This deployment is completely by circumstance and not intended to be and form of threat against the Republic of San Carlo.

I would be very much grateful to receive any assurances that the Republic of San Carlo has no territorial ambitions in New Columbia and I would like to warmly caution the Republic away from having any contact with the rebellious forces currently at large within the New Columbian interior. I assure you that no good can possibly come from such collusion, these rebels have nothing to offer San Carlo and have no remote legitimacy, whatever their claims.

One final matter which I feel it would be prudent to address is the situation regarding McNernian deployments on the Ayacan continent, in particular, the detention of their aircraft and personnel. These units were a planned and agreed upon deployment of McNernian forces to New Columbia, in support of a generous oil deal from that nation. However, while the release of the aircraft and detained personnel would be appreciated, I understand that events may have spiralled beyond my humble purview so I would, therefore, leave the McNernia situation in the very capable hands of the Republic of San Carlo.

I sincerely hope for a swift reply from the Republic and I send my warmest regards and hopes for the future.

The Honourable Richard Laurenstowe, Governor-General of New Columbia
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Postby McNernia » Wed Aug 07, 2019 7:21 pm

Cathcride, Mcnernia
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The Prime Minister looked at the communiques, at the Foreign Minister and at the letter that had been placed on his desk by an aide.

Evidently his chief diplomat was failing to learn some realistic facts. The man was, was he naive, stupid or with this crisis trying to speed along the fall of the government to the point where a No Confidence vote was passed. That would prove dangerous for the economy as there was always people seeking to exploit a bad situation.

“I don’t approve of ass covering.”

“I did my best.”

“Your best has threatened a potential market and as such I have letters from the business community saying that the best course of action would be to fire you.”

“Maybe you should resign since you can’t put down the opposition or is it your own ego that is causing problems. A desire for us to be a superior to the Nihonese and the rest of SACTO.”

Caldosean knew that much, His Prime Minister was susceptible to the needling of the opposition. The Conservatives had been inclined to push for more Mcnernian influence within SACTO. Often it was said perhaps the Labor vision of some fifty years ago should have been carried out as the colonies could provide Mcnernia with plenty of influence. But they had been allowed to go their own way for the most part as the Mcnernians had retreated into the heart of its home region. Now there were failed ventures on the books.

“Get the fuck out Lucas, leave me alone to think on this.”

“Whatever you say sir.”

The Prime Minister was left alone cursing his luck. The issue of acquiring Oil and other resources. Mcnernia had resources. Plenty of acess to them but the fact was, prestige, then again, Nihon did not have colonies. Maybe being like Kojiro regarding foreign policy was not so bad after all.


Summary
Lucas Caldosean is on notice due to the two communiques.



OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE OF THE KINGDOM OF MCNERNIA
HM FOREGIN AFFAIRS MINISTRY

TO: The Foreign Ministry of San Carlo, San Carlosian Legislature
FROM: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs
CC:Cornellian Peace Organization, Organization of Ayacan States
SUB: Apology
SEC:STANDARD BROADCAST

HM Government of the Kingdom of Mcnernia duly recognizes the indisputable fact of the violation of the soverignity of the Republic of San Carlo. HM Government duly apologizes to the people of the Republic for posing a threat to the peace of the Republic. And by threatening the peace, violating the rights of the People of San Carlo to safety and security which are inalienable to all peoples.


The Aircraft was nothing much under the hood seeing as a 2707 was an early model of interregional transport. The San Carlosians would find no traps or anything like that. A large empty hold which could hold diplomatic containers or other luggage. Not a special forces transport by any stretch of the imagination. Nor command aircraft as they would think. Just a fast and advanced airplane as the 2707D was built for the interregional running. A bid by a distant company to keep up with the market for interregional government aircraft. And interregional airliners. A take on their classic which had gotten a boost due to Mcnernian funding for the new age. It was known known as the VC-50D-KM, made for the long-range market from such places as Greater Dienstad to the regions such as Cornellia or Intraregional. If that was needed.

Not much was of note besides the large swing wings. And the Mach three cruise engines of a rather old design. Derived from the 2707-100 which had entered service with the Mcnernian Overseas Airways Corporation in the 1960s. The D was merely an improvement on the design. Having three eyes on the status of the computers and the engines was good, so the Flight Engineer Station was kept. Especially on such long journeys. Nothing of note. Besides the commandos with weapons on board. Who were also trained in medical techniques as the Air Forces pararescue troops were.


Summary
-No traps on the plane
-Decently advanced computers (IRL 2707 Had the First glass cockpit)


Sometime Later,
Cathcride, Mcnernia



The Prime Minister looked at the assembled reporters. The issue at hand was the capture of the aircraft and the conditions which were very reasonable. They would be revealed at this press conference. He looked at the cameras. There was quiet. Then he cleared his throat and began to speak.

“Good Evening ladies and gentlemen, there has been over the past few weeks a problem with our relationship with Cornellia, We overreacted to something that Ayacan nations could have well in hand and as such we have gotten ourselves into this mess. My thanks and the thanks of the government go to the Foreign Ministry of the Republic of San Carlo and to the Holy Empire of New Edom and its Foreign Ministry. But mostly to the Republic of San Carlo. And we offer Apologies to the Republic of San Carlos people for threatening the peace which they are entitled to enjoy.

The Republic of San Carlo like all of its fellow states on the continent of Ayaca has the right to self defense and to determine that which is an act of war. HM Government will not send forces which could be interpreted as such nor will it aid in the ventures of others. Furthermore HM Government recognizes the fact that any military action or similar is a viable threat, a clear and present danger to all Ayacan States . If that be the Forces of Mcnernia to non-state actors, the meddling of foreigners violates the soverignity of Ayacan States as a whole and therefore is a declaration of war against the states of Ayaca.”

The Prime Minister then took questions. First was a Eist Central Times correspondent. “Mr Prime Minister there have been people at the foreign Ministry stating that you had an argument with the Foreign Minister in regard to his actions.”

“Yes, that was the truth. Lucas Caldosean is as of this moment terminated as Foreign Minister due to his mishandling of the crisis.”

There were murmurs and more questions. The Prime Minister called on another. The National Daily News correspondent. “Is it true that the Leader of the Opposition is seeking a vote of No-Confidence due to this crisis?”

“If He is then I doubt that he can get the votes without sacrificing a lot of his base at the next election.” Angars base was conservative, and to get a no confidence motion he would have to do deals with the Liberal Democrats or with the greens or someone like that. Then again there was also the other parties that advocated separatism for the non Gaelige people of the empire. Not the migrants but the rich people in Cathcride West, who Angar had gained many millions for the Conservative Party from. There were more murmurs. Another hand shot up.

“Do you think San Carlo will be receptive to the Governments Overtures?”

“That’s to be seen. That is indeed to be seen. Any further questions?”


Summary
Prime Minister holds press conference, makes oral statements as required.


The Following was delivered to all persons relevant.
OFFICIAL STATEMENT OF THE GOVERNMENT OF THE KINGDOM OF MCNERNIA
WHEREAS: It is the Policy of HM Government to respect the soverignity of other nations under the Norms and Rules Duly Established by the Nations of the World

WHEREAS, Nations may sometimes break their officially stated policy.

WHEREAS, When that happens Recompense and Apology must be duly offered.

HENCE, HM Government of the Kingdom of Mcnernia duly assembled hereby offers apology for its actions to the Republic of San Carlo
HM Government promises most solemnly to Never send to the Continent of Ayaca Military forces nor to aid anyone or other state or entity in such ventures

HM Government Recognizes that any action of Military Force or similar is a Clear Violation of the Soverignity of the Ayacan States and is a declaration of War against Said states.

Signed in Parliament by:

Andrew Holtworth, Prime Minister

Simon MacGylban Speaker of the House of Assembly

Lord Colm MacHaddon, Lord Speaker of the House of Peers

Samantha Calgran, Foreign Minister


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Postby Republica de San Carlo » Wed Aug 07, 2019 8:16 pm

To: Richard Laurenstowe
From: Maria Santiago, Department of Tourism, Ministry of Foreign Relations
Subject: Interest in San Carlo




Dear Mr. Laurenstowe,

Thank you for your interest in visiting the Republic of San Carlo. San Carlo offers many things to those who wish to visit, and is a truly an experience of a lifetime. From the lush tropical rain forests, filled with wonderful animals, to the sandy beaches and reefs, to the wonderful historical and cultural opportunities in our cities, San Carlo is only an adventure away!

Because of your personal letter to us, I am attaching discount vouchers for AirCarlano, and 2 nights free stay at the luxurious Hotel Ignacio in Historic Down Town Seville, where you can start your exploration of all the country has to offer. This trip will be an adventure of a lifetime!

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Postby Republica de San Carlo » Wed Aug 07, 2019 8:31 pm

To: Richard Laurenstowe
From: Office of the Foreign Minister
Subject: Letter
Security: High




Governor-General Laurenstowe,

It is reassuring to hear from you at this time. Tensions have been on the rise indeed, due to the McNernian threat, and their handling of this situation. Now that they have vowed to withdraw and never return, I fully support a lessening of tensions around our border. San Carlo has been a peaceful nation for decades, and does not wish for this streak to be broken.

McNernia has proven themselves unreliable through out this whole fiasco, and we must insist that they take no part in the events unfolding on the continent. If you wish for a favorable oil deal, I would suggest the Empire of New Edom, or the Shrailleeni Empire, as they are the biggest and nearest petrostates, and would likely be able to make quicker and cheaper deliveries.

San Carlo has no designs on New Columbia, and only wishes to defend its own territorial integrity and sovereignty. Your ships docking in your own territory do not threaten that. As long as there is no provocation, there shall be no response.

San Carlo still maintains a diplomatic mission to New Columbia, feel free to contact Ambassador Bruno Figueroa with any concerns. We would also welcome the establishment of a New Columbian Diplomatic mission in our own Capital of Seville. Open communication is the key to a good relationship, as my wife likes to remind me.

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Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo

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Postby Republica de San Carlo » Wed Aug 07, 2019 8:35 pm

To: L.Caldosean, Foreign Minister of McNernia
CC: Organization of Ayacan States, Cornellian Peace Organization
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo
Subject: Intercepted Aircraft
Security: None




Minister,

As you have met our conditions, we are now willing to have a dialogue about reparations from your government to facilitate the return of your citizens.

Thank you for your prompt response.

Jesus Gutierrez,
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo

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Postby McNernia » Thu Aug 08, 2019 3:31 pm

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE OF THE KINGDOM OF MCNERNIA

TO: Foreign Minister Jesus Gutierrez, Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of San Carlo
FROM: Foreign Minister Samantha Calgran
CC: Cornellian Peace Organization, Organization of Ayacan States
SEC:STANDARD OPEN
SUB: Compensation


Greetings

Lucas Caldosean has been fired due to a letter sent to the Prime Minister regarding the whole issue. I don’t care about that, I’m simply happy for the job. I have simply been asked by my government to ask your government what you need in return for all of the personnel thirty-six in all. And their equipment and the aircraft in working order. Of note is the governments affairs with New Edom has led to the Horvath protocol in which Mcnernia supplies the Holy Empire of New Edom with various shipments on the New Edomite request. Also under the Santiago Treaty HMAFM maintains ships at NENB Tyrannis in conjunction with the Marine Corps contribution to the SACTO Enhanced Forward Presence Force – New Edom. It has been proposed by Vice Admiral Macnarin the commander of the Cornellian Squadron as it is so named that there be some means of liaison between the SACTO-EFPF and Ayaca. Particularly his command. They are not mandated to engage in operations in Ayaca. Nor will they ever. I felt that it was best to lay out our treaty obligations. The Vice Admiral invited Ayacan liaisons as a show of good faith.

I have been bombarded with letters from people in Parliament who have the desire to make money. I simply want to know what you desire in terms of compensation. As does the government.
-S.Calgran, Foreign Minister

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Bronze Pyramid Hotel



The two ministers now terminated sat facing each other over the table. The Bronze Pyramid was a haunt of the backbenchers. The exclusive resturants were the place where Neal would get his votes. The two men were enjoying lunch, they were still MPs, relegated to the Political wilderness. The two men looked at each other.

“He has no faith in people, he fired me and the damn woman he appoints, sister of an admirals’ whore and rumored lover of the Chairwoman of the Foreign Affairs committee.”

“Well Im confident the second is a lie….”

“Forgive me Stephen, maybe your rhetoric in the house this morning was something to do with it?”

“Hes not fired Price and all the others….I mean he did fire Sir Keith but appointing the sister of a Vice Admirals lover?”

“A rich girl from Cathcride to satisfy the Feminists.” Lucas Caldosean looked at the waiter who was coming over. There were some back benchers starting a fuss in the next room. As former Ministers and senior MPs a generous tip to the manager had the two men a private dining room on the first floor of the hotel. They were good people those backbenchers. Probably blowing salaries on champagne and other things. Was Holtworth turning a blind eye to such indulgences. Risking Crucifixion in the next election at the hands of the moralists. Namely those conservative peers who were Bishops of the church. Of note was the silence of the Society of Jesus in Mcnernia. The Jesuits had been deeply concerned about this whole issue. Mcnernia was Christian first and foremost the Civil wars of the past being buried under Kings who had put both sides of the debate up and forced Theologians at sword point to come to the Catholic and Apostolic truth.

“The Bishops Council getting involved is rare.”

The laughter from the next room, sex workers were not allowed in the dining rooms of the exclusive places like this where the political and business classes were rubbing shoulders. “Why the fuck did you bring me here Stephen?”

“I brought you here because I feel that Blakeford or his Security Service may be sicked on us….”

“Oh God…this bullshite?”

“Beese, Wilde have been talking. Its only a matter of time before there is a vote of No-Confidence.”

“None of this.”

“A good clean fight may not be the thing we are looking at….”

“Ill join your government…maybe at foreign.”

Neal spoke again. “Ive manage to bribe the whips….”

“So you trust a party of drunks to deliver the clinching vote against the PM?’

“of course.”

Caldosean shook his head. Evidently the whole issue of being fired from the cabinet had and would affect him. It only solidified Caldoseans resolve that those communiques never see the light of day since one would call him a racist and then he would be expelled from the chamber. They would eat and go their separate ways. Not exiting through the dining room. It would be well secured against the eavesdropping. As the place was unwired due to the bribes that the business paid to the police and the wild party was keeping the staff distracted. And the management was well paid to ensure a discrete environment for work. And plotting.
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Lieutenant General Lord Monton boarded his flight with ten minutes to spare. He had come straight to Frankenlisch International Airhub from Parliament where he had endured an entirely unpleasant meeting with the Marquess of Tevotdale, who led the Imperial Party in the House of Nobles. Lord Tevotdale had lectured Lindegard for an hour on his lack of attendance in the House of Nobles and finally gave him the boot as a Registered Peer for the Party. When given the choice to remain in the House as a Crossbencher or become an Unregistered Peer, Lindegard chose the latter, he did not even know why he had accepted the role of an RP originally but now he was free of it. Despite the long lecture, Lindegard settled into his First Class seat with a grin as he rustled open his copy of The Frankenlisch Times and nodded to a pretty stewardess who provided him with a drinks menu.

He finally settled on a strong gin and tonic and settled in for the fourteen-hour flight from Frankenlisch to New Adeleux. Lindegard rarely enjoyed flying but he could tolerate it in the company of a good drink and a pretty girl. And the stewardess tending to the First Class passengers was proving to be very pretty with her white smile, blonde ringlets and tight-fitting uniform. In fact, this could prove to be a rather interesting journey…


Foreign Office

Larry Tristram had been called home from Westonland and had walked into his office in a storm of annoyance and sweat from the walk down from the Foreign Ministry’s roof helipad. He was met by his closest colleagues: Sir Rowan Henson, the scruffy Foreign Trade Secretary, Benjamin Lawford, the Head of the Diplomatic Service, Lord Edmund Havisham, the Secretary for Allied Affairs (really a courtesy position for the middle-aged Viscount) and Dietrich Gerhard, the Wolfswood-born Secretary of the Embassy Service. They were seated around his desk on small, comfortable armchairs while Tristram claimed the prize, the huge, leather office chair which resided behind his equally huge oak desk.

“What do you have for me today, gentlemen?” Tristram asked, heaving himself into his seat.

Lawford passed a printed sheet across the desk. "Came through not long ago. From McNernia to San Carlo. Seems to be an end to the whole affair." He explained as Tristram scanned the message with deep interest.

"Total capitulation..." Tristram mused as he read it through a second time.

"Their PM gave an oral statement effectively saying the same thing." Sir Rowan Henson mentioned, swirling a glass of neat whiskey. "I reckon their government is fucked."

"Yup, must be..." Lawford agreed.

The assembled party looked up as Tristram made a strange humming noise as he read the message again, for perhaps the fifth time. He noted their gazes from the corner of his vision and spoke without taking his eyes off the paper, "I'm trying to find some defence, some kind of phrasing that might help them save face. There's nothing of the kind... This is utter capitulation."

"I should think so, too," Lord Havisham chuckled, "Trying to influence New Columbia like that... And Laurenstowe seemed ready to fall for it. Acting for himself like some kind of Generalissimo..."

"New Columbia is a Dominion, Havisham, it has home rule. Mostly." Tristram replied.

"What rot!” Havisham declared, “This is different, that McNernian plane was intercepted en route to New Columbia, I think we owe San Carlo for that little stunt.”

Henson laughed harshly, “Havisham, you don’t really believe McNernia is any kind of threat?”

“They might be in a state but I think their influence still means something, especially to a two-bit opportunist like Laurenstowe.” Havisham complained, “I still don’t see why the King appointed him.”

“His party won the election…” Lawford noted.

“Well, yes, obviously. But surely there were other candidates?”

“They wanted Laurenstowe and they got him, perhaps they will choose better next time.”

“Gentlemen,” Tristram called them to silence. “Threat or not, it appears the McNernia situation is over. Evidently, New Columbia will not be receiving the oil promised to them, nor will McNernia place forces there. I will have to have words with Governor-General Laurenstowe regarding the potential for McNernian deployments, authorising foreign military stations in New Columbia was never within his jurisdiction so this is something that will have to be made abundantly clear to him.” The Foreign Minister was clearly irritated by that point but continued regardless. “Has San Carlo replied?”

“Yes, Minister, they’ve sent a very simple response. They’ve acknowledged that all their demands have been met and are now demanding reparations for the release of McNernia’s personnel.” Lawford explained.

“Well, I don’t much hold with that…” Havisham muttered.

“Agreed,” Concurred Tristram, “But it’s none of our business. I won’t intercede. Do we know if Laurenstowe has spoken to San Carlo?”

“I’d assume so,” Lawford replied, nodding, “But we haven’t received anything.”

Sir Rowan Henson chuckled, reading over the message. “Bloody McNernia, I’m not sure whether to be surprised or not.”

“About the situation?” Lawford asked, seeming confused by his raised eyebrow.

Henson chuckled again, “No, by the capitulation. Of course, I never expected much from them, but I thought perhaps they were stupid but stubborn. Their foreign minister’s been sacked, you know.”

“Bet the poor bastard’s glad to have been put out of his misery…” Mused Lord Havisham as he groped his greyish whiskers with bony fingers.

“So then, Rowan, what does this mean for our international trade?” Tristram asked, trying to get back on track. He unbuttoned his bulging suit jacket and exhaled in relief. He wasn’t an absolute unit but lavish diplomatic dinners had certainly fattened him over the past five years. Jokes about his weight were commonplace but genuinely enjoyed by the humourous man.

“Not much. I’m not sure if we even trade with McNernia. It might even make trade with San Carlo easier to negotiate with the New Columbia situation cooling down.”

“Good. That’s all for now, gentlemen, I’ll speak to you all later.”


To: Jesus Gutierrez, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of San Carlo
From: Larry Tristram, Foreign Minister, United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch
Security: High



Greetings,

Evidently, the situation regarding the Kingdom of McNernia has come to an agreeable conclusion for both the Republic of San Carlo and the United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch. All of your demands have been met and McNernian influence will forever be banished from the Imperial Dominion of New Columbia. The forces of righteousness have prevailed and now it comes to analysing these events. I would like to personally thank the Republic of San Carlo for detaining the McNernian aircraft and personnel before they could reach New Columbia, said action may have beheaded Columbian-McNernian cooperation before it could begin.

Now I must be so bold as to make a request regarding the captured equipment and personnel. Of course, I defer fully to the judgement of the Republic of San Carlo as to how they are treated, it is neither my place nor my care as to when, how or even if they are to be returned home. However, I would be most interested to be informed if anything is discovered regarding McNernian ambitions towards the United Kingdom of Vionna-Frankenlisch, the Frankenlischian Commonwealth and particularly the Imperial Dominion of New Columbia.

I give my thanks for San Carlo's mature and sensible handling of this situation and I, of course, extend my best wishes to you.

Yours, with the greatest of respect,
Larry Tristram, His Imperial Majesty's Foreign Minister
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Dr. Marius Campion still walked with a cane as a result of the beating he had sustained from the End Times Church mob during the 3rd Civil War. Though as he liked to say “I bear a cane, and I bear scars, but I am a Christian man and bear no grudge against any man.”

He now stood proudly, a man in advanced middle years wearing a rather plain but very neat linen suit, at the speakers’ podium.

“Honoured Deputies,” he began, “I would like to propose a shift in our foreign policy which would be called Bill 218. It is a bill intended to protect our foreign policy with regard to Regional Affairs. As you all know, we supported the Council of Ministers’ policy with regards to forming certain territorial agreements with the nations that form the Organization of Ayacan States. The agreement signed is a hallmark of our Western trade and security policy, which will, through our cooperation with friendly nations, bring about greater peace and prosperity in the Region.” He paused. “In particular, we are grateful that this was accomplished through cooperation and understanding with Christian nations.” There were some murmurs and spatters of applause at this.

“Now, however, we find that policy is endangered. Yet what is this threat? It is not endangered by Marxism, as in the past, nor by Anarchism, nor by some aggressive religion, nor even an ideology. It is, rather, endangered by the policies of the Kingdom of McNernia.

“I see some of you express surprise, shock, even. Of course this feeling is natural. McNernia has been our ally, you are doubtless thinking. McNernia means us well. How can McNernia be a threat?” Dr. Campion raised a folder in his hand. ‘I have here, in my hand, a summary of information given to me by Mr. Geta, our Minister of Foreign Affairs. In this summary, we find, with breathtaking audacity, the expressed intent of the McNernian government to send a military incursion into New Columbia to intervene directly in its military affairs. There is admission of using intelligence assets to search for oilfields and intent to establish an airbase in New Columbia.

“But what is far, far worse, is the admission of the intention of McNernia to establish a permanent base in New Edom in order to project force throughout the Region.” He held up a hand as roars of outrage began in several sections of the Chamber. “As though we are a base to launch their conquests from! As though we are merely some colony of McNernia! The list of this nation’s insults against our country are manifold, ranging from their disparagement of our Morality Act! Their insults to King-Emperor Elijah and Queen-Empress Mara! And what kind of ally is McNernia anyway? They left us in the lurch in Hutanjia, they bombed our positions in Damoclea, ran like yellow dogs from the rebels later during the occupation of Damoclea.

“Honoured Deputies, I wish, therefore, to propose that all McNernian personnel be issued with an order to withdraw from the Holy Empire of New Edom forthwith, to henceforth limit their activities in the Region to responsible trade and diplomacy, and I propose that this be formally drafted into a petition, to be presented to Their Majesties and the Council…”

To: Foreign Minister Samantha Calgran
From: Foeign Minister Hosidius Geta
Subject: Foreign Deployments
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Dear Minister,

I hope that this letter finds you well. I wish to send my congratulations on your appointment to your position.

It is my understanding that there are, currently, still troops, ships and planes which were brought into the Holy Empire and the Region under the command of SACTO operations against Homofront supporters. As those operations were concluded as a result of the conclusion of the conflict with Free Thouthen, I have been instructed by the King-Emperor to make arrangements via your office to make sure that they are withdrawn. Their participation in joint operations is much appreciated.

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