A New World, A New Age (IC, MT, CoL)

[Charoskania]

Ooc: im on mobile

[Stephaniesland]

The Confederate Navy has decided to send a medical ship to aid the damaged ROK submarine. The CSS Oathsworn shall be dispatched immediately. ETA to arrival: 1 hour.

[Svenska-Britannia]

The two monarchs resided themselves over the table, just recently finishing the latest batch of political paperwork and created new policies.

Charles and Grace embraced each other in an ever so affectionate manner, letting themselves feel as if time has slowed down to but a mere second.


"Oh darling..if only paperworks weren't so that numerous and tough to deal with.." Charles would coo himself to his lover.


"Honey, we still have to do our Jobs as the Servants of this nation..we can't just exactly skip it all.." Grace would reply to him in kind.


The two continued their heartwarming embrace. That is until the Holoscreen alerted them of an incoming transmission.


Charles and Grace sighed at the interruption, but they had work to do.

the Holoscreen then opened up to see the live imagery of Albert Von Windserdotte.


"Ah yes, Grand General..what is it?" Charles would state.

"Your Majesty, the permanent occupation of Iceland and Greenland is a success..we now have underground factories, underwater submarine pens, ports, airfields and completed the installation of the first 'Longbow' Super-Cannon.." Albert stated over the screen.


"Ah, excellent. I trust that everything went smoothly?" Grace would ask.

"Of course Your Majesty, you need not worry. We still need to deal with that upstart in europe..and some distant sources say that another nation, the 'Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth' has just expanded in eastern europe. Taking Belarus.." Albert would report.

"Oh great..just as i thought that Commonwealth died long ago in the 17th Century.." Charles deadpanned at the report.

"Need no worry Your Majesty, the Baltic Fleet is currently on the alert to observe these Polish-Lithuanians if they ever make a move on our shores.." Albert reassured.

"They better stay there..or by God will i have to resort to actually bombing the bastards to oblivion.." Charles would say with anger growing in his voice.

"That is all, Your Majesties.." Albert then made a slow bow before the transmission ended.


Charles and Grace sighed in frustration.

"Great..more problems to deal with.." Charles would grumble.

A hand then ran across his chest.

"Oh don't worry too much Darling..let's enjoy this moment for ourselves first.." Grace coo'ed him.

the Two Monarchs then embraced each other again, entering into their 'Personal Session'.

[Tsarstvo Alyaski]

The South Polynesian PT boat, of which the admiral Kiliona Maulalo is in drifts up to the CSS Lockjaw, then floating right next to the hull on it. Through short range communication, he relays a message to the Confederate Deckhands to send a rope ladder from the deck down to the boat he is in, so he can effectively climb aboard.

After waiting for a few minutes, a face peers down on them from the deck, staring for a few seconds before sending the ladder down. Kiliona Maulalo looks at his own deckhands within the boat, and says:

Kiliona Maulalo
"Lau susuga. Faʻamolemole, taofi le vaʻa lea i le tulaga nei ma faʻatali mo aʻu e toe foʻi. O le a ou alu na o aʻu iina, e talanoa i nei vaʻa fafo e lua, ma a latou auvaʻa."

The deckhands give a quick nod, before giving a salute and wishing him a best... Kiliona gives a long sigh, before slowly climbing the ladder, up to the deck of the Lockjaw after a minute. Now aboard, he now speaks his best English with the Stephaniesland deckhand.

Kiliona Maulala
"Excuse my English, it has been a long time since I've had to speak it... Your captain, admiral? Where would I find him? We need to speak."

[Stephaniesland]

The South Polynesian PT boat, of which the admiral Kiliona Maulalo is in drifts up to the CSS Lockjaw, then floating right next to the hull on it. Through short range communication, he relays a message to the Confederate Deckhands to send a rope ladder from the deck down to the boat he is in, so he can effectively climb aboard.

After waiting for a few minutes, a face peers down on them from the deck, staring for a few seconds before sending the ladder down. Kiliona Maulalo looks at his own deckhands within the boat, and says:

Kiliona Maulalo
"Lau susuga. Faʻamolemole, taofi le vaʻa lea i le tulaga nei ma faʻatali mo aʻu e toe foʻi. O le a ou alu na o aʻu iina, e talanoa i nei vaʻa fafo e lua, ma a latou auvaʻa."

The deckhands give a quick nod, before giving a salute and wishing him a best... Kiliona gives a long sigh, before slowly climbing the ladder, up to the deck of the Lockjaw after a minute. Now aboard, he now speaks his best English with the Stephaniesland deckhand.

Kiliona Maulala
"Excuse my English, it has been a long time since I've had to speak it... Your captain, admiral? Where would I find him? We need to speak."

It was time. Keenan walked up to the mysterious Polynesian Admiral. "I am Captain Thomas Keenan. I am the commander of the CSS Lockjaw. I have been appointed by the Naval Department to be the one to make first contact with you. The Confederate Republic of Stephaniesland welcomes you to the Caribbean."

[Massachusetts3]

Nytoa, stop lieing about your population. Also, hand me over new york. Im warning you.

[Massachusetts3]

The South Polynesian PT boat, of which the admiral Kiliona Maulalo is in drifts up to the CSS Lockjaw, then floating right next to the hull on it. Through short range communication, he relays a message to the Confederate Deckhands to send a rope ladder from the deck down to the boat he is in, so he can effectively climb aboard.

After waiting for a few minutes, a face peers down on them from the deck, staring for a few seconds before sending the ladder down. Kiliona Maulalo looks at his own deckhands within the boat, and says:

Kiliona Maulalo
"Lau susuga. Faʻamolemole, taofi le vaʻa lea i le tulaga nei ma faʻatali mo aʻu e toe foʻi. O le a ou alu na o aʻu iina, e talanoa i nei vaʻa fafo e lua, ma a latou auvaʻa."

The deckhands give a quick nod, before giving a salute and wishing him a best... Kiliona gives a long sigh, before slowly climbing the ladder, up to the deck of the Lockjaw after a minute. Now aboard, he now speaks his best English with the Stephaniesland deckhand.

Kiliona Maulala
"Excuse my English, it has been a long time since I've had to speak it... Your captain, admiral? Where would I find him? We need to speak."

It was time. Keenan walked up to the mysterious Polynesian Admiral. "I am Captain Thomas Keenan. I am the commander of the CSS Lockjaw. I have been appointed by the Naval Department to be the one to make first contact with you. The Confederate Republic of Stephaniesland welcomes you to the Caribbean."

wHeRe iS mEh hIsPanOla?

[Stephaniesland]

OOC: This first contact situation with the Polynesians is officially in a temporal bubble, just so I can RP other things.

[Stephaniesland]

OOC: Mass try to present yourself as an adult.

[Massachusetts3]

OOC: Mass try to present yourself as an adult.

OOC: I cant have a little fun?


Alright alright, you got me.

[Massachusetts3]

Meanwhile, The VIP at pitcarin goes to sail to the capital, it will take 8 hours.

[Tsarstvo Alyaski]

It was time. Keenan walked up to the mysterious Polynesian Admiral. "I am Captain Thomas Keenan. I am the commander of the CSS Lockjaw. I have been appointed by the Naval Department to be the one to make first contact with you. The Confederate Republic of Stephaniesland welcomes you to the Caribbean."

Kiliona Maulalo was not expecting to meet the Captain of the Lockjaw so quickly. He recoils as Keenan makes his introduction, though his professional, outward expressions do not show this. He gives a low smile to Thomas Keenan, raising his hand to the air towards him, inviting the Captain for a handshake.

Kiliona Maulalo
"Hello, Captain Keenan. You command a mighty vessel, if I do say so myself. And the pleasure is mine, and I would like to apologise for any inconvenience our exploration fleet has caused, which (short chuckle) seems to have caused a lot...
The... Confederate Republic of Stephaniesland? Forgive me, Keenan, but I have never heard of such a nation before... I thought that. Well, we were the only ones that were left, South Polynesia has not made contact with another nation since the cataclysm that was the Second World War, we had to explore, and see if anyone else survived. I am pleased that it is so."

[Svenska-Britannia]

The captain straightened his Dress Uniform, he knows the standard diplomatic protocol whenever in communication with a foreign nation.

The Honor Guard has already placed their Battle Rifles in Ceremonial Present Arms.

the Glint of Gold and Silver on their Uniforms proves to show the discipline of these soldiers especially when presenting to another nation.

"Permission to Come Aboard?" the Captain kindly requested

[Stephaniesland]

The captain straightened his Dress Uniform, he knows the standard diplomatic protocol whenever in communication with a foreign nation.

The Honor Guard has already placed their Battle Rifles in Ceremonial Present Arms.

the Glint of Gold and Silver on their Uniforms proves to show the discipline of these soldiers especially when presenting to another nation.

"Permission to Come Aboard?" the Captain kindly requested

Attention Captain of the British vessel. You have permission to come aboard.

[Svenska-Britannia]

The Captain then made his way to the CSS Lockjaw's deck, all dorned and presentable to his eyes.

"A humble greeting to you good Sir, i am the Captain of the HMSBS Aquila. Hailing from the Imperial Navy of the United Imperium of Svenska-Britannia" The captain would say his standard protocol of greeting.

[Stephaniesland]

It was time. Keenan walked up to the mysterious Polynesian Admiral. "I am Captain Thomas Keenan. I am the commander of the CSS Lockjaw. I have been appointed by the Naval Department to be the one to make first contact with you. The Confederate Republic of Stephaniesland welcomes you to the Caribbean."

Kiliona Maulalo was not expecting to meet the Captain of the Lockjaw so quickly. He recoils as Keenan makes his introduction, though his professional, outward expressions do not show this. He gives a low smile to Thomas Keenan, raising his hand to the air towards him, inviting the Captain for a handshake.

Kiliona Maulalo
"Hello, Captain Keenan. You command a mighty vessel, if I do say so myself. And the pleasure is mine, and I would like to apologise for any inconvenience our exploration fleet has caused, which (short chuckle) seems to have caused a lot...
The... Confederate Republic of Stephaniesland? Forgive me, Keenan, but I have never heard of such a nation before... I thought that. Well, we were the only ones that were left, South Polynesia has not made contact with another nation since the cataclysm that was the Second World War, we had to explore, and see if anyone else survived. I am pleased that it is so."

Keenan shakes the Admiral's hand. "Our nation was born out of the collapse of the Old Union. During the Cataclysm, the states initially went their separate ways. But, 10 years ago, a proud North Carolinan named Stephanie Cordato, who is now our head of state, united the 6 South Eastern States into one nation. We haven't had any news of the Pacific islands and it is nice to see that you are able to survive and prosper. My government would be interested in opening diplomatic relations with your nation."

[Stephaniesland]

The Captain then made his way to the CSS Lockjaw's deck, all dorned and presentable to his eyes.

"A humble greeting to you good Sir, i am the Captain of the HMSBS Aquila. Hailing from the Imperial Navy of the United Imperium of Svenska-Britannia" The captain would say his standard protocol of greeting.

"Ah, Captain, welcome on board the Lockjaw. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. We haven't had much word if any from the mother country in 70 years. It is a surprise to see a Swedish-British union. But hey, I guess that's 70 years for you."

[Svenska-Britannia]

"It is quite surprising, because we never really thought that a Union between the Swedish and British states would actually happen..but nevermind that, it is an honor to see someone from the North America's" The Captain made his remark.

[Stephaniesland]

"It is quite surprising, because we never really thought that a Union between the Swedish and British states would actually happen..but nevermind that, it is an honor to see someone from the North America's" The Captain made his remark.

"Well, I hope you're not offended by this but your accent is rather strange. It is unlike any I've heard. Anyways, my government would be very interested in opening diplomatic relations with your nation. The Old Union and the mother country had long been allies and we would very much like to make moves towards establishing such friendly relations."

[Svenska-Britannia]

"Diplomatic Relations are welcome to us, we are more than capable of engaging with you in Diplomacy to further bolster our relationships to higher levels.." the Captain would state.

"I'll inform the High Command of this first contact situation, so we could further establish our Diplomacies.." He followed up.

[Stephaniesland]

"Diplomatic Relations are welcome to us, we are more than capable of engaging with you in Diplomacy to further bolster our relationships to higher levels.." the Captain would state.

"I'll inform the High Command of this first contact situation, so we could further establish our Diplomacies.." He followed up.

"Very well, I shall also inform superiors of this pleasant news."

[Crimetopolis]

The Confederate ship had a neurosurgeon on board. Fortunately. they stabilized the man's arm and promptly got him to Miami General Hospital where a trauma surgery team was waiting. Fortunately, the man's arm was saved. However. he'd need at least a month's rehab. The Captain paid the Confederates a share of the gold coins taken from the pirates.

The U-12 was ordered to return home and the U-7 was sent to take its place. In Louisville, KY. a naval officer briefed the ROK government in it's capitol building. "The X-1 jet yacht has passed all tests over the past six months. It's ready for full activation as a communications and VIP transport service, Madame Fuhrer-President." Akillia von Kruger asked. "Where is it?" It's based at Baton Rouge, Louisiana."

Ambassador Bill Williamson spoke. "I can be ready to go in two hours." "Proceed." He returned ten minutes early with a submachinegun and two Mauser c96 pistols along with a briefcase and a suitcase, too. Extraordinary secrecy was taken. Because the pirates might be monitoring ship, planes, and trains; but a taxi was called. The taxi was an Elite Taxi Delivery Service Taxi. It was serviced daily fully and had an extra fuel tank. They simply flat out drove from Louisville, KY to Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The taxi returned after depositing Williamson at a Holiday 6 medium end motel.

Williamson went to his room. There were two Federal Policemen waiting for him. "Ambassador Williamson? I'm Detective Browning and this is Detective Ruger. We are here to keep you until tomorrow morning. Then you'll be dressed as a mechanic and board the 6:30 a.m. bus to Pier 7. There, you'll board the X-1 and you'll be told of your destination. Don't worry, we'll be riding the same bus with you." Detective Ruger spoke. Just go straight to the X-1."

"There's some pull on sneakers, cargo shorts and a white polo shirt so you can relax for now." Detective Ruger said. "This motel runs a hot buffet 24/7/365 downstairs."
Williamson showered and did his hygiene duties. The air conditioned room was a welcome relief from the heat outside.

The motel had a barber shop on the first floor. Williamson got his high and tight trimmed and it was vacuum-cleaned, too. He hit the hot buffet. Since it was 2:30 p.m, he had a late brunch consisting sausage gravy covered hash browns, cream style corn and a piece of strawberry cheesecake. Ice water and chocolate milk. He returned to his room, went potty and took a nap.

He awoke at 7 and ate supper. Cajun fried chicken with spicy tater logs and ice water. Williamson had a peanut butter milkshake for dessert. He returned to his room and showered again. He listened to radio dramas until and conked out. The next morning, he was up at 5:30. The plan worked flawlessly. At ^6:55 a.m; he boarded the X-1. He was allowed to go a private cabin where he changed into more comfortable clothing.

The trip began at 35 knots. But off the coast of Mississippi, a pirate sloop fired its muzzle-loading cannons at them and the captain went to fifty knots and radioed New Orleans, A flight of P38 lightnings did a rocket attack on the sloop and sank it. Happily the X-1 was unscathed. They arrived at Pensacola, Florida two hours later and docked. A car took him to a safe house. Williamson showered changed into a formal suit and was taken by car to a regional state department office,

Williamson presented his credentials to a gate guard, whom waved him on in. Williamson waited politely until called for, too.















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[Massachusetts3]

hm.... What they are doing there seems fun.... I will go. The SS New england goes to sail to the area where those people are negotiating. It will take 3 days, 1 hour.

[Svenska-Britannia]

the Captain of the Aquila would order its Comms officer to request the establishment of Diplomatic Relations between Svenska-Britannia, the Confederacy, and the Polynesians.


In the other end of the comms, several diplomatic ambassadors would oversee the entire diplomatic request.


And it is decided that Diplomatic Relations are to be established between all three to promote a Peaceful event.

[Stephaniesland]

Breaking News: The Supreme Director has announced that major structural reforms are going to be made to the Armed Forces. No longer are each of the individual branches, those being the Army, Navy, Air Force and Marine Corps, going to have their own intelligence divisions. Rather there is going to be one central military intelligence agency directly under the War Department. The agency will be known as the Centre for Military Intelligence or MILTEL for short. This is to be headed by the newly created Director for Military Intelligence, who will report directly to the Secretary for War rather than the Joint Chiefs. The reason for this reform is said to be due to the belated intelligence reports on the arrival of the Polynesian Exploration Fleet, which left Naval Intelligence in a state of chaos as false reports placed the fleet off the coast of Old Suriname rather when in actual fact they were nearing the Keys. It is not yet known who will be appointed Director. The MILTEL offices are going to be located on the corner of Washington Street and Davies Street in Outer New Raleigh on the outskirts of Confederate District.