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by Phoenxia » Fri Feb 19, 2021 5:03 pm
by Phoenxia » Fri Feb 19, 2021 7:32 pm
by Sevevill » Sat Feb 20, 2021 9:06 am
Phoenxia wrote:-SNIP-
Parliament, Senate
Etschelena had left for the airport not an hour prior, and the Senate was called into emergency session to announce the new reign. Greta was standing behind Lans Schleikat, who in this current crisis had been acting as a herald for House Mausen. "Ladies and gentlemen, around forty-five minutes ago the queen to be, Etschelena Heliana Mausen has officially rescinded her claim to the throne and fled the country. While we have not been given any information on her whereabouts, the widow of the honorable King Artur II Friedek, and mother to Etschelena, Avosha has assured us that her daughter is in safe hands. I will now pass the microphone to your Queen, Greta Madelein Mausen.
"Gratež, Lans," she began, small beads of sweat forming on her hairline, "I am fully aware the magnitude of my undertaking. I know it will not be easy, but as the Matriarch of Phoenixia, I will make sure that this country is pushed onto the global stage as a contender, not as a country in need, thank you."
by Phoenxia » Sun Feb 21, 2021 8:04 pm
Dear Greta,
It is with our deepest condolences that we send this message. It saddens us to hear about the passing of your father and the killing of your brother. They were both taken from us too soon. But with this comes a chance for you to make a largely positive influence on your nation as a whole. We want you to know us as a friend to you and your nation. We want the best for both you and your people and want to help make that happen for you.
With that we invite you and your remaining family to the Seveillian Royal Palace in Seve City where we can explain what we can offer to you and your people. All expenses payed of course. It would be our pleasure to have you and would love to get to know you better.
Once again we wish you the best.
King Joseph Henry III & Queen Mary of Seveill
by Arcadian States and Commonwealths » Wed Feb 24, 2021 2:30 pm
Phoenxia wrote:Though the king had served no real purpose to Phoenixia, it was a country in mourning, the point of which debates had begun in the Senate on how to move on properly. With the mourning, there was a revival to monarchism, and a push to give the king his God-given power.
"Honorable Senator Milonić, Aleksander of Ünterprovyns Mojna's third precinct may now take the stand," the speaker, Lans Schleikat motioned to the podium.
"After spending numerous hours in committee, my associates and I have proposed a calendar of mourning, giving every consideration to the people of Phoenixia and Hüs Mausen. I would like to personally start by giving my own condolences. I have no ill words for Artur, he was always kind and compassionate with his actions. Working with him was always a pleasure, and I surely will miss his comedic speeches to us," the politician wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
Outside the parliament building, monarchist demonstrators began pushing against the Üpo line whilst chanting, "Artur Vižera!" Some of the Republican Guardsmen standing watch at the doors began to get jumpy and nervous, dreading the possibility that they would have to shoot into the crowd.
Inevitably, they began to work their way up the steps, as a crowd of a couple thousand pushed up against a phalanx of maybe a hundred officers. A lone gunshot rang out from the doors, a guardsman in his better judgement fired into the mob, but this only seemed to anger it, and soon enough the rest of the sentries began opening up.
Inside, they began hearing rifle fire, and a wave of panic swept across the legislature. The speaker tried to calm the situation, "It's okay. They can't reach us."
Outside, yet more, the crowd only dispersed when it became apparent a massacre was occurring. Out of eighty rounds fired by six guardsmen, thirty-four were killed, and forty-two were injured. This all was seen as the blood of true martyrs, taking a stand against the unjust and corrupted republic.
by Republic of Altos and Stratis » Thu Feb 25, 2021 3:17 pm
by Phoenxia » Thu Feb 25, 2021 7:15 pm
Republic of Altos and Stratis wrote:-snip-
by Sevevill » Thu Feb 25, 2021 11:04 pm
by Sevevill » Sun Feb 28, 2021 10:18 pm
by Sevevill » Mon Mar 08, 2021 7:54 pm
by Phoenxia » Tue Mar 09, 2021 10:56 am
Republic of Altos and Stratis wrote:ABG News Bulletin
International
Ameria condemns the actions of Phoenixian security forces, accepts Kamooko Pact’s request for additional security.
The MOD has been monitoring the deteriorating security situation in Phoenixia and will comply with the Kamooko Pact’s request for additional personnel. There has been some speculation that evacuation plans for the embassy and foreign nationals are in the works. But the MOD has refused to comment on this speculation. Meanwhile, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs took this opportunity to condemn the Phoenixian security forces’ actions, along with Phoenixia’s appalling human rights record.
Milinow Orez Zitzekov Group secures additional contracts amid unrest in Phoenixia.
In response to the unfolding crisis in Phoenixia, companies have raced to sign contracts with private security, and in some cases, private military companies. The Amerian-based group appears uniquely positioned to take full advantage of this crisis by providing both services.
Milinow Orez Zitzekov Group appoints a special liaison to Phoenixia, sparking criticism, concern.
Reports that the group has appointed Julia Weiss, former Special Envoy to The Kamooko Pact, as its liaison to the Phoenixian government have alarmed investors. Chiefly among their concerns is sending Ms. Weiss into an area of potential civil unrest and armed conflict. With additional concerns raised about the consequences of placing such a high-profile member in harm’s way. The Phonexian security situation has undoubtedly deteriorated further with the recent machine gun slaying of Crown Prince Friedek on the streets of Vitschen.
Freya Weiss, Chief Operating Officer of The Milinow Orez Zitzekov Group (MOZ Group), attempted to assuage investor concerns by issuing a prepared statement. “We are working with the Phoenixian Government to assure a safe environment for Julia and MOZ Group operations throughout the National Republic.” We reached out to her office for further comment but have not heard back. Ms. Weiss is expected to depart for Phoenixia within the coming week.
by Sevevill » Mon Mar 22, 2021 7:37 pm
by Phoenxia » Tue Mar 23, 2021 2:52 am
Sevevill wrote: Sevevillians arrive in Phoenixia
by Sevevill » Tue Mar 23, 2021 8:44 am
by Phoenxia » Sat Mar 27, 2021 1:17 pm
by Phoenxia » Sat Mar 27, 2021 1:34 pm
Sevevill wrote:Kassau.
At the Royal Palace.
A Black Escalade pulled up to the building. Three people got out of it and started to head for the door. A woman and two men wearing Imperial Dress Uniforms. The woman, Mrs Lucia Hardt who was meerly known as the director was known to be one of the greatest turn around people the empire had to offer. Although her small frame and hight made her seem somewhat sweet and innocent compared two Marine Capitan's that accompanied her. She walked up to a suited man who awaited them.
"I am here to speak with Queen Greta. I have some things to discuss with her." She said to the man.
by Arcadian States and Commonwealths » Fri Apr 02, 2021 3:23 pm
by Sevevill » Sat Apr 03, 2021 1:31 pm
Phoenxia wrote:-Snip-
Arcadian States and Commonwealths wrote:-Snip-
Imperial Seveillian Government Telegram.
To: Arcadian Embassy in Phonixia
From: Imperial General Thad Greenville
In light of recent activities in Phonixia the government of Sevevill extends their hand in support to keep the Arcadian Consulate open with tensions within the Phonixian Republic rising.
Much Respect,
General Thad Greenville
by Phoenxia » Sun Apr 04, 2021 6:09 am
Sevevill wrote:
Mrs. Bermingdale. Sevevillian Royal Advisor to Phonixia.
She walked into the queens study.
"My queen, King Henry has sent me to be your main source of contact. I will be here to advise you to the best of my abilities." She handed Greta a business card. "I will always be a phone call away. Now onto the buisness. The King has offered to send his personal gaurds to make sure you are safe... well as the tensions raise we dont want anyone to be able to hurt you."
by Sevevill » Mon Apr 05, 2021 9:20 pm
Phoenxia wrote:Sevevill wrote:
Mrs. Bermingdale. Sevevillian Royal Advisor to Phonixia.
She walked into the queens study.
"My queen, King Henry has sent me to be your main source of contact. I will be here to advise you to the best of my abilities." She handed Greta a business card. "I will always be a phone call away. Now onto the buisness. The King has offered to send his personal gaurds to make sure you are safe... well as the tensions raise we dont want anyone to be able to hurt you."
Greta was barely listening, she was exhausted. "Alright, that'll be fine."
by Phoenxia » Tue Apr 06, 2021 5:30 pm
by Phoenxia » Tue Apr 06, 2021 5:43 pm
Phoenxia wrote:
Kamooko Pact Headquarters, Placeoderms
Mark walked up the steps of the KP headquarters after leaving Una oblivious in the hotel room. He didn’t quite fit in, nor did he stick out. In his right hand was a briefcase with that set of documents that could get him killed. He had pickpocketed the ID of a low level aide. So, he just walked past security by flashing the badge. He put his suitcase on a tray for the x-ray machine and walked through the metal detector, no catch there.
While the simplicity and sheer efficiency of this building astonished him, he knew exactly where to go. He was on a dead set mission to the office of General Esox Pike. He walked into an elevator with a Durranese man and a Placeodermsian woman. He just looked at them both, smiled and nodded. He was obviously the odd one out with his very obviously Arcadian features. Needless to say, he didn’t belong on that elevator.
The corridors were arrayed with standard Placeodermsian efficiency, and Markus had no trouble finding where he needed to go. He stood tall and tried his best to look important as he walked through the security clearance point, and the guard didn’t look twice. As he got closer to his destination, there was another guard who looked at him as he walked by. “Hey, sir! Can I see your ID?” Mark continued walking, just a couple more steps. “Sir! I am going to need you to stop!”
He shoved open the small office’s door, set down his briefcase, and sat down. “Hello, General.”
General Pike, the imposingly heavyset Placeodermsian, seemed far less surprised than he may ought to be. He simply glanced up over a pair of reading glasses, seemingly miffed at having been distracted from his tablet. “I don’t remember having an appointment. Who are you?”
Suddenly, a crash was heard from behind as the Placeodermsian guard slammed into the doorframe, fumbling for his sidearm. “Sir, you can’t go in- oh, uh, hello General.”
Pike sighed, removing his glasses to size up the situation. “Private Grayling, why is this man in my office?”
“He, well, sir, I didn’t have a chance to . . .” The poor soldier was in such a state.
The General just waved his hand. “Well, that clears up nothing. Go gather some more security. I suspect Mr. . . .”
“Janssen, Markus Janssen,” the agent smirked.
“I’m sure Mr. Janssen is right where he wants to be.” The trooper nodded too enthusiastically, making a hasty exit as his superior turned back to their intruder.
“Now, I assume there is a good reason for you to be here. Out with it.”
Markus opened his briefcase, “Much like you, I am a man of culture. A man who understands discipline.”
At that, the man before him hardened. Pike flicked a single speck of fur off his otherwise immaculate cuff. “I said out with it.” His voice had lost its toying edge.
“I’m getting to it, General. You know, I have killed more people in a single day than you probably have in the last twenty years,” he pulled the very specific set of documents out of his briefcase and put them on the General’s desk.
The general set his spectacles on the bridge of his nose as he began to read the translated copy. In essence, the document contained eyewitness accounts of the massacre, statements from various officials of how they don't feel safe in the current government, and a cited police report of the incident. The general grew a mildly unsettled look about his face as he saw the pictures, and Mark discretely grinned as he looked on.
“The lives of the innocent depend on you, Mr. Pike. Military man to military man, you know just how far atrocities can go.” Mark shrugged, closed his briefcase, and opened the door to a whole plethora of security personnel, weapons drawn, “You finally got me. Good job guys,” he put his hands up and turned around.
(OOC: This post made jointly with Green Union)
by Phoenxia » Sun Apr 11, 2021 6:24 pm
Phoenxia wrote:Mark sat on the bench in the large communal holding cell, and pulled out his phone to make a call. He had found General Pike's number in some 15 year old who's who dossier from the Directorate, an artifact to say the least. "Sir, this is Markus Janssen again, and I would like to follow up on our earlier business."
"Why am I not surprised?" The general’s voice grumbled through the phone.
"Well, with all due respect, sir, I would greatly appreciate it if you could come bail me out," he calmly said.
"This could have been avoided if you would have just made an appointment?"
"You realize that with these layers of bureaucracy I would have never gotten an appointment. Planning on how to break into the headquarters was too much fun anyways."
"Cut to the chase. What do you want?"
"I have a smoking hot wife just waiting for me at the hotel, General. And she's probably worried sick.”
“This is your own private matter. Tell her to call a car.”
Mark was having far too much fun with this. “I've also got some more little easter eggs in my hotel for you, my wife knows where they are, I'll text her right now and tell her you specifically are going to get them. It goes a hell of a lot deeper than a couple human rights abuses in the past weeks, that's the only hint you're getting."
"Alright, Janssen." Pike groaned. “But this had better be good.”
Sturgeon Bay Hotel, Kamooko
Mark had been gone since the morning, and Unikà hadn't heard from anyone except for a singular text from her husband that said some official of some sort was going to come knocking on the door for documents. The knock finally came, and she answered, "Salut?"
“You must be Unikà,” Pike said stiffly, reaching a hand out while his eyes roamed the room, “this is probably a shock.”
"What is? My husband just sent you to retrieve documents."
The man nodded slowly, clearly fighting with some confusion. “Yes, well, I will be needing them quickly. It is a matter of his nation’s security.”
"Uh—ouai. Let me get them." She receded back into the room, Pike stepping in to watch her every move, and went over to the suitcase. She opened it and leafed through the files and found the one Mark instructed her to get. "Alright, it's here. Do you know where Mark is?"
The General flicked through the documents, eyes growing just that little bit wider. “He’s in prison.” He responded, not even looking up.
“Damn, he never really did change since we were kids,” she said softly to herself, this time in Phoenixian. “What’d he do?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss that.” The big man slipped those documents into his bag, turning for the door. “I have to head there now anyway.”
“Can I come?”
A brisk nod was all she got, already slipping a Do not disturb onto the door. “You can’t stay here anyway. Police will be arriving any minute to search the room.
Una didn’t even say anything as she gathered up a few important pieces of luggage, she was just glad that Mark was retiring soon.
The Police Station
Una and Pike stepped out of the car in the underground parking lot, and began walking towards the subterranean station. When they saw Mark in the visitation area, Unikà ran up and sat down. “Why didn’t you tell me you would end up in prison?”
“To be honest, I thought I was gonna get away with it.” he laughed and shot a glance at Pike, who had crossed his arms and started glowering the moment he saw the Phoenixian. “You have a chance to read through the literature?”
“Only a glance. But I don’t think I’m the person you should be showing this to.” A shadow seemed to pass over Pike’s face. “This is worse than you let on, and Kamooko doesn’t have the ability to fix it.”
“If I’m being honest, sir. The reason I went to you is because you’re probably the only person who would give me a chance,” he changed into a deeper, more serious tone. “This isn’t meant to be fixed, it’s a reason for me and others to get out.”
The Placeodermsian’s eyes flashed. “You want me to set up a ratline!”
“Not even. I’ll be gone before you know it. Like two of my friends will stay to get some sort of jobs and income, and a handful of liberal politicians. And this is all just a stupid excuse so I can go off and travel the world with my wife.”
Pike’s fists were balling now, clearly struggling to contain his anger. “With what money?” He barked, “Oh, I’m sure you have some stolen funds hidden away. Well, that’s not happening. You’re stuck in Kamooko while you await your trial.”
“I do in fact have some funds. I’m not telling you how or where, but I’m gonna tell you this right now—I’m not your enemy.”
But the general was already turning tail, storming out the building. He had gone well out of his way to play this maniac’s games, and yet of course it turned out he was helping war criminals. But at least one thing was certain now: This man and his fellow traitors would get no help from him.
“Mr. Pike, come back. I could benefit the KP far more than you could ever imagine at this point. I have more and more for you.”
Then the door slammed. Their contact was gone.
Mark slammed his fist on the table and screamed, “FUCKING…COCKFUCKER!”
Una guided him towards the door where they would check out. As she filled out the paperwork, he paced back and forth with his fists balled. When they got out she said, “You still wanna go out?”
“Not anymore,” he got out his cell and dialed. “Mr. Mänstrom, there’s a North Wind coming off the ocean.”
OOC: This post made jointly with the Green Union
by Phoenxia » Mon Apr 19, 2021 5:59 am
Phoenxia wrote:
Kjel, Octavia, and awkwardly enough Tićo boarded the Eteria-399 on the tarmac. Tavi just wouldn't leave without Tić because of—well it's better not to talk about it on the forums.
To everyone's surprise, two more men boarded. "Hey everyone, how's it going?"
"Wait, you're the two goons who were with Agent Janssen, right?"
"We have names, you know? I'm Misha, and this is Vazili," he stowed a large military duffel in the overhead.
Kjel chuckled, "what's in there, a whole armory?"
Vazili glanced over with a painfully serious expression, stowing his own duffel, "yeah."
"Holy fuck, Chernevic. Lighten up a little. They don't know," Misha sat down smiling.
Tić put his hand up, "Actually, I was 4th Recon SOG before I got transferred to work at the foreign ministry."
"Why'd you get transferred? I was rotating up until '32 with the SOG's," Vazili sat down and crossed his arms.
"I uhm—" Tićo blushed, looking nervously around the plane.
"Oh, I get it. You're too scared to sacrifice your status as a badass with your lady friend there. Fucking pižda."
"Alright who are you calling a pussy?"
"Buddy, admin marines are lower on the totem pole than stones, because at least stones have good weed," Misha laughed.
"I can get the best weed in Kassau, what are you talking about?"
"Nah nah nah. Kassau is dogshit compared to that Vilena kush you get coming out of Schrieven. Caravans aren't just good for ammo and clean socks, I'll say that much," Vazili grinned and continued the verbal beat down.
Kjel sat back and nodded, "I remember those days, 37 years ago now."
Misha looked over, "Marines?"
"Yep, first wave. I remember the night we were called up to cross the border. It was about 2300, my platoon was entering the endgame of a four deck game of fuckbox, I was stoned silly and drunker than a skunk."
"Shit, I never expected you to be a soldier. You're the type I expected where daddy's cash got you out of conscription," Misha closed the fuelselage door at the pilot's instruction.
"Oh god no. My dad was a line worker at the Atogrev plant. I just worked my ass off in school, then of course I couldn't prove starting university at Modensad before conscription."
"Anyways, how did Mark get this plane, aren't we supposed to be going rogue?" Vazili started digging into a bag of chips he had brought.
"I heard that he paid the pilot like 10,000 marks," Misha laughed.
"You boys realize we're not even gonna get a meeting if this isn't authorized by anyone?" Kjel came to a realization.
"If we even try to get authorization, they'll send a manhunt for us." Vazili continued crunching down.
"No, no. Watch this," Kjel dialed up a number on his phone, "Jans, Jans. Yeah, it's me, Kjel. I'm on a little trip to Kamooko. If you could get the embassy to send notice, I could meet with a friend who could help us prevent the coup. Alright. Thanks, Jans," he hung up.
The two intelligence officers sat there with their jaws dropped. Misha finally spoke up, "You literally just called the RM about helping us in a rogue op."
"It's actually ingenious. We all know Maleksi will do anything to save his own ass," Vazili pointed at Kjel.
"Well, that's what happens when you play nice; you make meaningful friendships in high places."
Office of the RM
Jans pumped his fist victoriously, what were the odds that Mänstrom of all people would be his saving grace? He looked through his phonebook for some meaningful KP official. "Hello, Mr. Herring?"
"Excuse me, who is this?" Emmanuel Herring sighed as he lazily held the receiver to his ear.
"It's me, Jans Maleksi, Reikmenster of Phoenixia," his tone turned impatient.
"Oh, aren't you the just watch me guy?"
"Yes, I'm the just watch me guy," he growled.
"Alright, what can I do for you?"
"Yeah, we have a diplomatic envoy coming your way headed by Kjel Mänstrom, they should be arriving this evening."
"Sounds good, Mr. Maleksi. Thank you for the notice."
Sturgeon Bay Hotel
The flight had turned hellish after the second hour, and a few drinks that the Kjel and Misha's combined efforts sniffed out in the various cabinets of the fuelselage. Vazili nearly strangled Tićo for being a "Piždina little administration hermit," and Octavia cried—more than once.
They had luckily been able to resolve their quarrels with the advent of arriving at the hotel. "I don't know if I'll be able to party with you boys tonight, I'm getting too old for that," Kjel said as they were checking in.
"Oh come on. Once a mud rat, always a mud rat. Except for Tićo. He traded that title for piždina administration hermit," Vazili fidgeted by chewing down on a toothpick as they waited for their room keys.
"Come on Vaz, leave the kid alone. We all react differently to the front. Outpost work isn't for everyone," Misha pointed over as he started out the door suddenly, "I'm going for a smoke if you wanna join me."
"Aren't you gonna scare people away with the smell of those skojas?" Kjel chuckled.
"Eh fuck it I'll go for a smoke," Vazili followed him.
"Ugh, my dad always smoked skojas. That shit smelled terrible," Octavia scoffed.
"Anyways, I'd better get up to my room. I have a meeting with a dear friend tomorrow, Stephanie Marlin," Kjel collected his room key and started to the elevator.
by Sevevill » Thu May 27, 2021 7:38 pm
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