The Most Terrible Song in the World [Cold War - Closed]

[-Costa Luna-]

The Coming of Tyranny

The Kingdom of Costa Luna is a small place, it is an island nation in a chain off the coast of Cuba to the far south of the United States and to the West of the United States of Mexico. How such a small place remained sovereign in the midst of the hostility of the world is an unknown struggle indeed, that the influences of the world did not reach here, isolated and alone...A False Paradise.

Sparkling white sand beaches made up it's coast line, it was not very large though, it lacked a commercial air port and the port was very small, mostly for fishing vessels. Five million people called this island home, this paradise in a world of hostility that never seemed to have an end. It was ruled over by a benevolent loving and compassionated monarch and guarded by a small army of only five hundred men, they were not fighters by nature; and were a peaceful people in design.

They had nothing of value, and nothing to exploit, so who would bother them?

It all started that day, when the ships were seen on the horizon, the ships with the red banner, and the music blaring from them; the most terrible horrible song in the whole wide world. It was in Russian, proud and strong; but terrible and horrible. It spoke of unity and blood, and conflict and war...They had come, with the most terrible song in the wide world; with cruel soldiers and men to make them submit. Why fight back? They knew they couldn't win, they would never win. Because they would never stop coming, never stop pushing...

Because they were terrible and horrible; that's what the Americans said, and now they went and made it true; the most terrible and horrible people in the whole wide world.

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OOC: This isn't what you think it is, first off. It's not a military RP; it's political, entirely political. Costa Luna is almost entirely unknown, only the United States wraps them in a protectorate bubble and even they forget who they are sometimes. It is a small nation no larger than Maryland and no smaller.

Monarchist in nature the reigning queen is compassionate and loving to her people, wearing her emotions on her sleeves. The two nations that take the greatest role in Costa Luna's existence can easily be changed out [US and USSR] but one thing will always be standing factor the second 'evil' nation [USSR/replacement] will always be intimidating, 'dark' and generally oppressive while the first is seen as the liberator/good one, one point that the 'good' one is about, they don't want to see Costa Luna changed, merely left alone.

I await your interest. Telegram me for interest; only one spot is left open, and this thread is a recreation due to things...

[Northern Felaria]

St. Dante, Auxiliary Palace
Finally, after a year of constant struggle and useless toil Felaria was a place of prosperity and peace once again. The people were happy, the land was fat with resource and the coffers overflowing with money; the nation was rich once again, no longer in the economic or technological dark. Felaria was not only wealthy and technologically adept but ruled by a benevolent Prinsé, newly turned eight-teen and still showing remarkable political and leadership skills. Everything was going smoothly in the small nation.

The nation no longer showed poverty, in fact the city of St. Dante was gleaming with wealth and so was the capital of Lille. Other cities were well off to but these two stood off from the others, they had a calming and serene population that showed the best that all of Felaria had to offer. The people here were among the smartest, well off and some of the best examples of Felarian culture and life. St. Dante acted as an economic center while Lille symbolized the culture and grand government of Northern Felaria; but life was not all sunshine and happiness, Felaria displayed a corruption sometimes unseen in other nations.

This corruption wasn’t they only problem within the shining nation of Nelaria as it was commonly called, social and political rights were still stuck in the 1800’s, so were many facets of Felarian life and many people wanted an end to this while others wanted to press it more. This great divide was tearing the nation, nothing near a civil war but revolts and mass protests had been ravaging the nation. Apart of this growing debate was the need to spread out to the world; for ages Nelaria was separated and xenophobic of the world but there was a need to trade, ally them with and learn from others and Oliver, the Prinsé, knew this was needed to secure the survival of Felaria.

The young Prinsé paced pompously in his office that was now fully repaired and restored from the bloody coup. He rubbed his chin and his growing but still barely visible facial hair, he was clean and nicely dressed in full Prinsé’s clothing, all of this was because of the massive amounts of free time gained from the prosperity of Felaria. He slowly started to walk towards his desk which had been cleaned of any blood that was split during the coup; he stared down at the blank piece of paper and thought of a message to write, this was the only problem he had not yet fulfilled. The skill of writing communiqué’s was not he’s and the young Prinsé had trouble with it every time he had to write one.

He finally had an idea and started to fanatically write down on the paper before transitioning it to his computer and sending it to a validator to spell check and sign for him. As the message was sent and validated the Prinsé toke a sigh of relief and waited for the reply from the nation of Costa Luna.

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Official Message

To:The Kingdom of -Costa Luna-
From: The Principality of Northern Felaria
Subject: Connections
Message:
Dear Nation,

It has come to our attention that we are without connection in trade nor politics and we wish to remedy this immediately. We know little of you just as you know nothing of us and we wish to fix this by any means; we wish to establish not only a trade agreement but possibly a militarily arrangement and or furhter connections.

I as Prince of the Principality think it only wise that someone of your might nation visit us in our country. We may of course reverse this and one of our people visit you, but we only suggest this to further peace and prosperity between us. Please reply back to this message so we may discus any details or new information.

Most Sincerely,
Oliver Le-Aria, Prince of The Principality of Northern Felaria

[-Costa Luna-]

The Kingdom of Costa Luna

Such a small place was without enemies, and without friends. So the thoughts were until that sight that appeared off the coast, the blaring music; that most terrible horrible song in the world playing over and over and over and over again as long and loud as it could be. "There is a missive here, Your Majesty." The messenger bowed before the ornate throne, one of the last in the world that held the most powerful person in all of Costa Luna, not that that was an impressive title. Her Royal Majesty Queen Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore had soft, beautiful features even for a woman reaching forty years; and gentle green eyes that looked out with concern and worry, while simultaneously being filled with an amount of compassion and caring that should not have been possible in one person.

Her voice was soft but strong, filled with unbridled passion. "El letra? De quién?" Lunara was simply Spanish in the end, a flowing beautiful language.
(A Letter? From Who?)

"From." The messenger paused and read the headletter again. "The Principality of Northern Felaria, Your Majesty."

A comfortable sort of silence passed while the Queen contemplated this; looking out the large bay windows that overlooked the coast, that led down to those ships...

"I should respond to them, I guess?" She responded softly as the Messenger handed off his message and disappeared, dismissed non-verbally. Her Majesty read over the letter from Felaria shortly and nodded softly, mostly to herself as she did so; for now they would have to be satisfied with a letter. Hopefully she could concentrate admits the music outside.

Diplomatic Missive from the Kingdom of Costa Luna

To: The Principality of North Felaria
From: The Kingdom of Costa Luna
Subject: Re-Connections
Message:

To Whom It May Concern,
I have received your letter in due course, but at this time I cannot send nor ask a representative to be sent by your own nation. I do not wish to speak heavily nor damage the possibility of friendship to be had but at this current moment in time Costa Luna is in no shape to send out anyone, nor can we play host to an ambassador. I ask it of you that for the time being we speak through letter and communicate in that way of choice.

Sincerely,
Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore - Queen of Costa Luna
(signed)

[Northern Felaria]

Official Message

To:The Kingdom of -Costa Luna-
From: The Principality of Northern Felaria
Subject: RE-RE-Connections
Message:
Dear Nation,

That is truly fine with us. Your words come neither as harsh or disrespect and we fully understand your position. I will gladly communicate with you through letter and will try to convey the thoughts of my people to the best of my abilities. Please list what you would like to know and I will always reply to the best of my abilities.



Most Sincerely,
Oliver Le-Aria, Prince of The Principality of Northern Felaria

[Attalahonia]

SSgt. Jacopherson walked into his office that day, expecting it to be uneventful as every other day. However, this day was not every other day.

Sgt. Helmut Jacopherson was the Foreign Affairs Council President. He was voted into the council by the people of Kranthum, the smallest municipality in the western area of Attalahonia, after returning from the Jarkovf Rescue (he led a team of twenty on a s&r mission to rescue the passengers of the cruise ship, ACS Junkampf, in which over half the crew and passengers were rescued). His people fancied him a hero, and after being voted to represent Kranthum in the council, the other council members appointed him leader.

Usually his job involved him going through tons of files and letters from foreign leaders telling him that absolutely nothing was happening abroad at the moment. Today, however, was a special day... not long after he sat down at his desk, FAC Chairman Johnny Jones burst through the door. "You've got to see this!" pleaded Jones in a hurried breath as he practically shoved the manila envelope into Jacopherson's hands.

"What is it?" asked Jacopherson as he opened the envelope.

"It's a file on some backwater place called Costa Luna," said Jones. "I bet we could make millions if we brought them into an alliance with us."

Jacopherson scoffed. "Is money the only thing you ever care about?" he asked. "This place doesn't sound 'backwater,' it sounds like it is a civilized, albeit small country, and I believe that it deserves our respect."

"Yeah, yeah, respect is great and all, but you aren't looking at the big picture, man. Think about the money we could gain."

"Chairman Jones, your greed disgusts me, but I'll propose this for you. Make sure President Freshey gets this file, either by faxing it to him, or heading over to the Presidential Complex and handing it to him personally. And do it NOW. While you go do that, I will send a letter to Costa Luna, and hopefully we'll get a response."

"Fine. I suppose I can make that deal."

To: The Kingdom of Costa Luna

From: The Attalahonian Confederacy and Protectorate

Subject: Greetings

Dear nation,

Hello, and greetings. We are the Attalahonian Confederacy and Protectorate. We have recently been made aware of your existence, and were immediately inclined toward sending you this message. We would like to formally ask you to engage in diplomatic conversation with us, either through mail or human representation, in the hopes that we may one day reach some sort of alliance. Please know that if you agree to engage in communications, we will not take it as a guarantee of alliance, and you may break communications at any time without fear of action against you. Please reply to this message ASAP.

-10th Generation President Christopher Freshey
- Foreign Affairs Council President Helmut Jacopherson

[-Costa Luna-]

The Kingdom of Costa Luna

Stars sprinkled the skies in numberless sparks, the illumination of cities did not pollute the air here and millions and millions of stars filled the sky. It would have been peaceful if that song wasn't blaring still; the most terrible horrible song in the world. The Russian had changed now, and it was in English, it was even worse in English; louder and only one voice opposed to dozens. It was a good guess to say they would repeat it until they got the language right. It was annoying more than anything else, some type of torture? Surely for them too? No, they likely had muffs for their ears.

"Majesty." Normally she was disturbed so late, but the music had everyone awake; torture indeed. "Another missive from North Felaria." The messenger handed the Queen a simple letter and left wordlessly as before, her eyes darting over the document with ease; words falling away quickly before she nodded to herself mostly. "At least they were not offended." She said to herself before she turned to a desk; it was a simple thing unlike the ornate throne room; this one had no windows and thick walls, the closing of the door deadened that horrible song.

Diplomatic Missive of the Kingdom of Costa Luna

To: The Principality of North Felaria
From: The Kingdom of Costa Luna
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Connections

It is of gladdening news to know that you are not offended nor disrespected. I would like to know how to came to hear of us, we are not very important, many nations over look us and we are not on most maps.

Sincerely,
Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore - Queen of Costa Luna
(signed)

Her Majesty had just laid her pen down when a knock came and the messenger stepped in, ear muffs over his ears this time. "Another missive, your majesty."

"So soon, I have no replied yet?"

"From a Confederacy; Your Majesty."

"I...I see, let me have it then." The messenger handed over his message and wordlessly left while the Queen read over the second letter tiredly, they were doing it now...Playing it in Spanish.

It was a revolting song, blood and iron, built on fear and tyranny; it spoke of unity and was sang with pride; but it's intention could not be any darker. No, they would not win through that, they would not win through their most terrible horrible song in the world!

"I will write to these ones too, then. Perhaps find out the name of the ones playing that terrible horrible song." She mumbled to herself as she closed the heavy door to her office, shutting out the horrid noise.

Diplomatic Missive of the Kingdom of Costa Luna

To: The Attalahonian Confederacy and Protectorate
From: The Kingdom of Costa Luna
Subject: Re: Greetings

I will for the time being have to address you through letter alone; I offer my apologies for this. We are not fit to send a representative or play host to an ambassador at the moment. I will agree to speak to you for the moment, until such a time that I am unable to do so or one of us decides it to be better to break off communications.

I would ask you however, as I have asked others; how is it you have heard of us? We are not very important in the ways of the world; and we do not appear on many maps.

Sincerely,
Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore - Queen of Costa Luna
(signed)

[Northern Felaria]

Things were slowly degrading in the nation, the debate had become fiercer and fiercer and the current contact between Felaria and Costa Luna were making things ever worse. But Oliver couldn’t worry about that now; Costa Luna was too important as a potential ally to disregard for the sack of ignorant people. He sat at his desk, looking out towards the setting sea and waiting for the next item of business to fall on his always open palace door.

Suddenly the door burst open, his brothers, both of them this time, bust inside and handed him a letter. They both shouted in unison something in gibberish as they downed their respective bottles of some sort of alcohol. The Prinsé laughed as he picked up his pen to reply.

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Official Message

To:The Kingdom of -Costa Luna-
From: The Principality of Northern Felaria
Subject: RE-RE
Message:

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Dear Nation:

We have always been a nation of explorers, we simply have never contacted those we've encountered. We are coming into a new age and wish to start spreading our influence to others and as such we found you. We have no desire to conquer if you so interpret that as such, we merely wish to learn more about the world around us to benefit ourselves fully.

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Most Sincerely,
Oliver Le-Aria, Prince of The Principality of Northern Felaria

[-Costa Luna-]

The Kingdom of Costa Luna

In the end it was exhaustion that won out instead of the music; and people slept through sheer willpower above all else. It was not a restful sleep, tossing and turning and waking again only to collapse back into a nightmare filled stupor of soldiers and despots; tyrants and torment. When morning came and the sun shined like it always did it was different, none of the fishing boats left the harbor; and the streets were deserted except for the few soldiers they had.

In the palace there was life though, as the Queen wrote again; the answer to her question was in front of her, she assumed. If they were great explorers they would know where that terrible horrible song came from; the most terrible horrible song in the world.

Diplomatic Missive of the Kingdom of Costa Luna

To: The Principality of North Felaria
From: The Kingdom of Costa Luna
Subject: Do you know music?

To the North they say they would protect us; but we have not heard from them in a long long time. Now this song plays from terrible black ships in my harbor; it speaks of a people they said were evil, that they said would stop at nothing to destroy my people...You must understand, as Queen; it is my duty to protect the people and country that I love, that I love.

If you do not wish to conquer us, I will take your word for now; but I do not know much of the world to tell you anything about it. I can tell you of Costa Luna, it is a small place, our world; consisting of a small island in the Caribbean Ocean, we are south of Cuba and west of Mexico, north of South America and south of North America. The Spanish settled this island and if there were people before us we do not remember them. We have arable land but little mineral wealth; we are not very industrialized and our cities are small. A rural nation we are not very 'developed' but our people are happy. We don't have much of an economy and I imagine our money is not worth much anywhere else.

Before you tell me of you; could you tell me who wrote this? -The queen wrote the lyrics to the song in Spanish, then in English leading to a rather long list.- I look forward to your response.

Sincerely,
Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore - Queen of Costa Luna
(signed)

[Attalahonia]

Chairman Jones walked into Councilman Jacopherson's office with the reply to the letter that had been sent to Costa Luna. "Here it is."

Jacopherson opened the message and read it carefully. "Hmmm..." he stared out the window into the setting desert Sun, contemplating. "Chairman Jones, how did you come across the file of Costa Luna?"

"I... had connections."

Jacopherson did not like the sound of that. "What do you mean 'connections?'"

Jones gulped, as he knew that Jacopherson was about to eat him alive. "Well, sir, I saw them on a list of country's that were currently under attack."

"From us?"

"No sir, not us."

"So, let me get this straight. You found this country on an invasion list. You knew it was under attempted conquest. And you decided that we should ally ourselves with them, not to help them, but so that we could make money off of their capture."

"Yes sir," said Jones, his held dropped in shame. "It seemed like a good idea... at the time."

"At the time? AT THE TIME!? Do you know what seems like a good idea at this time? To have you impeached for refusal of documentation. Now get out of my sight NOW, before I act upon my desires as foolishly and unpreparedly as you did yours. And before you leave, call in General Hachimlachor. GET OUT NOW!!!!"

"Yes sir, sorry sir."

When General Hachimlachor got to Councilman Jacopherson's office, they immediately replied to Costa Luna's message.

To: The Kingdom of Costa Luna

From: The Attalahonian Confederacy and Protectorate

Subject: Emergency?

Dear nation,

We have recently become aware that your nation is under seige by a foreign military power. Is this true? Give us the authorization, and we will immediately come to destroy the forces. It is an established tenet of our military that any individual or group who tries to forcibly take away the sovereignty of an independent nation immediately becomes our enemy. We will be happy to assist you. We expect nothing in return. We do this purely because we believe your nation deserves its sovereignty.

- Foreign Affairs Council President Helmut Jacopherson
- Overlord General Jinknix Hachimlachor

[-Costa Luna-]

The Kingdom of Costa Luna

Midday when the next missive arrived; the Queen was shut up in her office to avoid the noise, and everyone else was just 'dealing with it'. "Siege?" She wasn't familiar with the word at all and had to ask one of her advisors, who then had to ask the Colonel of the Military who described what a siege was. It oddly seemed fitting though it wasn't violent like the Colonel had said they usually were; and for that she was thankful so far. Begrudgingly she wrote back to the Confederacy.

Diplomatic Missive of the Kingdom of Costa Luna

To: The Attalahonian Confederacy and Protectorate
From: The Kingdom of Costa Luna

I actually had to consult several people before I could write my response. We are a peaceful people; you see and I am not accustomed to such words as you used. I admit that there is something happening here, in the outer harbor there is a large vessel that flies a red flag; it keeps playing the same song, in Russian then English and now in Spanish; repeating it as loudly as possible over and over again. Few people have slept since it got here and we are all worried about it's intent. I am not sure what it is called and it will not respond when we radio to it; we have no navy so we cannot approach it and I would like some amount of help; if you could afford it.

Sincerely,
Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore - Queen of Costa Luna
(signed)

[Attalahonia]

Jacopherson got the message early the next day. He read it, looked out at the Sun rising over the ocean, and picked up the phone.

"Attalahonia Government Phone Connection Services"

"Hey, Molly, get General Hachimlachor to my office."

"No problem, Helly."

When General Hachimlachor got to the Councilman's office, he saw that the council was in session in the meeting room. He was told to come in.

"General Hachimlachor," Jacopherson smiled. "We were just discussing a matter that I believe you would find of great importance."

"What would that be?" the general asked.

"Well, Costa Luna is under seige, and the council has agree that, if we can get your blessing, we would like to send some military power over to Costa Luna to help them out."

General Hachimlachor had one question, and one question alone. "Will we get to fight somebody?" the answer to which was a "Most likely."

"Then let's get to writing that letter, shall we."We

To: The Kingdom of Costa Luna

From: The Attalahonian Confederacy and Protectorate

Subj: Military Action

Dear nation,

Hello again. After seeing your response and finding out how nobly pacifistic your nation is, we have decided that we will help you without a second thought. Our plan for this military action is to work as follows. Heretofore, this military action will be referred to as Operation: Lunar Rescue.
Step 1: We will send the peaceful Tender/Medical ship "ABS Keirleide" into your port. We will do this to deter the enemy ship from approaching land, and to assist with any injuries that may befall ours or your people. This will cost your country no money, as all members of the ship will stay on board, and we will maintain the lowest possible profile on port.

Step 2: We will send our Recon ship, "ABS Bilgerajken" to try to find out the origin of the enemy ship. If it tries to escape, it will learn the speed of our Recon ships.

Step 3: This will hopefully be the last step in the mission. A battalion of 500 Attalahonian Guardiers will board the ship from the transporter "ABS Josephine", and we will capture the ship before handing the ship and all of its prisoners over to your government.

Step 4: Should the mission undergo the misfortune that this ship calls for reinforcements, we will undergo a transition from Espionage level to Combat level. Should this happen, we highly recommend that the Costa Lunarians take cover, or join in the fight. This is a last resort, and should it come to this, every enemy ship will be destroyed, and minimal prisoners taken.

If you agree to these terms, allow us to know, and we will immediately put the plan into action. Otherwise, make your own terms and we will try to form some sort of agreement.

- 10th Generation President Christopher Freshey
- Overlord General Jinknix Hachimlachor
- Foreign Affairs Council President Helmut Jacopherson

[-Costa Luna-]

The Kingdom of Costa Luna

It was an hours walk from the docks and small defensive measures of the harbor to the heart of the city, where the Colonel got into a car and drove another hour to the Royal Palace; it was not very large, it used to be the palace of the governor when Costa Luna was a colony of the Spanish Empire. Now it was the Royal seat of government. Colonel Marcus Kane calmly ascended the stairs passing a mere two riflemen, the entire security detachment for the entire palace; at the wrought iron gates that were first crafted in the 1700s.

Mostly he was here to get the hell away from the noise, and secondly because the Queen had asked him to review a letter from one of their new found allies; who before yesterday probably didn't know they existed; Colonel Kane arrived in the Throne Room in a few sparse minutes, bowing deeply in the European style. "You requested me, Majesty?"

The Queen nodded softly and stood up, formalities died suddenly as she handed the letter to the Colonel who read it with a thoughtful look on his face as they walked. As an older man, in his seventies the Colonel was one of the few people in Costa Luna with any actual combat experience; serving in the Second World War with the Americans; a volunteer.

"This is a sound plan, Your Majesty. Our friends seem to know what they are doing." He advised simply as they walked into an open garden behind the palace; the further away from the city you were the less the noise bothered and here it was not so bad.

"I am not worried about their plans." Queen Sophia said softly. "I am worried about what will happen if they do drive them off."

"You mean if they become less benevolent, or if the invaders come back?"

"I am considering both...Can we, fight them?" The words were awkward on her tongue and she did not like the thought of violence at all.

The Colonel shook his head severely. "We will have to put our faith in our allies and in Almighty God that he might steer them correctly in aid of us. We cannot hope to fight off a professional force; I am sorry but we simply are not capable of such a task."

The Queen nodded softly and dispelled doubt from her mind. "Very well, we shall trust in our new friends; and hopefully they can drive off these people whoever they are."

"I must return to my troops, Majesty; I have offered my advice." The Colonel said stiffly, he bowed and removed himself politely after that as the Queen made her way back inside to her office.

Diplomatic Missive of the Kingdom of Costa Luna

To: The Attalahonian Confederacy and Protectorate
From: The Kingdom of Costa Luna
Subject: Re - Military Action

Thank you for being understanding, in that much we are truly grateful. I have consulted my advisors and they say that your plan is sound; we place our future in your hands. May God go with you to battle.

Sincerely,
Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore - Queen of Costa Luna
(signed)

[Northern Felaria]

St.Dante
Music? Peculiar in all regards yet it had been used before to attack the enemies of the old dictatorship. It was extremely unlikely that it was Nelarian in origin but it was better to be safe then sorry.

Oliver toke out his pen once more and sent a message to is new acquaintance in Costa Luna.

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Official Message

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To:The Kingdom of -Costa Luna-
From: The Principality of Northern Felaria
Subject: RE-RE
Message:
Dear Nation,

No, I have not seen any of our ships move your way. I have of course heard of a "musical" attack, but we have not employed it in over fifty years. Please describe the nature of the music and I will try my best to help.

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Most Sincerely,
Oliver Le-Aria, Prince of The Principality of Northern Felaria

[Abruzi]

The bells, oh how the bells did chime. How the music flowed, an unending song, built upon the backs of the Reactionaries, upon the skulls of those who were not politically sane. A haunting yet beautiful song that motivated all sons of the Neo Bolshevist state, a song that while benevolent to it’s makers was a thing of torment to those that would oppose the State. The State moved forward, slowly the State crawled forward, the metallic beast that ferried it slowly inching toward a land ripe for conquest and incorporation into the ever expanding Neo Bolshevist State.

The haunting melody increased slowly in tempo, slowly it increased in bass, a deep rhythmic pulse that whispered tales of bloody and combat into the minds of those that heard it. To the crew of the vessel though it was an unending hymn to the glory of the State. It was simply put, orgasmic in nature. Waves of adoration, nay, love washed over them, this emotion directed to the ever present and ever watchful being that was the State. The Red Navy personnel worked, they worked as they lived, methodically and unthinking. They worked, they worked as they fought, silently and steadily. They worked, they worked for the State.

On an unseen and unknown command the music stopped. The silence was sickening to the sons of the State yet it served it’s purpose, it unsettled all who had come to live with it. The haunting music’s absence itself would soon become so unsettling that those who had damned the wail of the song would soon yearn for it. The careful process was a time honed practice, a practice that had seen the spread of Neo Bolshevism in over a dozen nations and regions. Would it work here? Comrade Ministry of Contentment Officer Yuri 0246 thought it would. He was here not to spread Neo Bolshevism though, in time he would, oh yes but not now. Now the Neo Bolshevist State looked only to force it's influence upon those who dwelled here, so far from the traditional stronghold of Neo Bolshevist thought and theory.

A diplomatic communiqué was drafted and dispatched, in several languages it carried the same message no matter what incarnation. It said that the end was nigh.

To: Those who dwell outside of the Land of Socialism and Eternal Bliss
From: The Vanguard of the International Revolution, Diplomatic Vessel 62
Thought for the Day: A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron.
Encryption Level: 4

агентов эксплуатации бежать перед ним, бастионы реакционной мысли рушатся перед ним, и тех, кто боится освобождения Пролетарская приседать, когда речь идет. Neo большевистского государства прибыл, и мы спрашиваем: "Где мы лжем и вы будете обращаться с нами лично?"

Los agentes de la explotación antes de huir, los bastiones del pensamiento reaccionario se desmoronan ante ella, y los que temen la liberación del proletariado se encogen cuando se trata. El Neo bolchevique Estado ha llegado, y nos preguntamos, '¿Dónde se encuentran y lo tratará con nosotros en persona? "

剥削的代理人逃离之前，反动思想的堡垒崩溃之前，如果谁害怕无产阶级解放畏缩说到。新布尔什维克的国家已经到来，我们要问，'我们在哪里撒谎，你会与我们对待人吗？“

The agents of exploitation flee before it, the bastions of reactionary thought crumble before it, and those who fear the liberation of the Proletarian cower when it comes. The Neo Bolshevist State has arrived, and we ask, "Where do we lie and will you treat with us in person?”

[-Costa Luna-]

The Kingdom of Costa Luna

Silence...It was unnerving now, and sudden. The noise, noise, noise that had become a part of the life of those few days suddenly and viciously silenced itself. The most terrible horrible song in the whole wide world was silent, and they were thankful for that. Yet the ship remained out there; it's banner high in the sky and it made them worry, then the message arrived; and they shook.

Los agentes de la explotación antes de huir, los bastiones del pensamiento reaccionario se desmoronan ante ella, y los que temen la liberación del proletariado se encogen cuando se trata. El Neo bolchevique Estado ha llegado, y nos preguntamos, '¿Dónde se encuentran y lo tratará con nosotros en persona? "

"What?" The collective thought went up as one; and they just stared at that ship with it's red banner.

The agents of exploitation flee before it, the bastions of reactionary thought crumble before it, and those who fear the liberation of the Proletarian cower when it comes. The Neo Bolshevist State has arrived, and we ask, "Where do we lie and will you treat with us in person?”

Colonel Marcus Kane heard it first; he'd learned English when he was fighting with the Americans, but he had never used it in a very long time; the native Spanish kicking in immediately. "Where do you...Christ." He heard of these ones before; it was in the back of his mind, and the back of anyone's mind that was as old as he was. These were the 'heroes' that had destroyed the Nazis. These were the ones the Americans had warned them about!

So where the Hell were the Americans to hold up their promise!?

A young man looked up to the Colonel and asked him a simple question. "Quiénes son que?" (Who are they)

"T-the Soviet Union..." The Colonel replied softly, stuttering for the first time in over fifty years.

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In the Royal Palace there was quiet for the first time in days, the Queen took this time to rest her head for the first time since that time; and they were not closed for long before she awoken from her position at the sound of their announcement. It did not take long for her to respond, though she felt that something else was at play here; and it was much much darker than it seemed. "Donde Se las Americanos?" She questioned to the wind, looking out the large bay windows that had cracked from the constant musical tremors; those would have to be replaced in time; down toward the direction of the ship that sang.

Diplomatic Missive of the Kingdom of Costa Luna

To: Diplomatic Vessel 62
From: The Kingdom of Costa Luna

You are off of the coast of Costa Luna, a small Castellian-nation in the Caribbean Sea. I will...Meet with you in person; if you stop playing that horrible song.

Sincerely,
Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore - Queen of Costa Luna
(signed)

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Diplomatic Missive of the Kingdom of Costa Luna

To: The Principality of Northern Felaria
From: The Kingdom of Costa Luna
Subject: Re - Music

I think I may have the answer I need; but I am unsure of those who have identified themselves; it was vague and I do not trust them at all.I do not believe that this will be the last time we correspond but I am worried about the possiblity of coming events.

Sincerely,
Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore - Queen of Costa Luna
(signed)

[Attalahonia]

General Hachimlachor looked at the shore of Costa Luna. He had heard it was small, but he was surprised by just how small it was. The tender had landed only a few days earlier, and the crew had been preparing and gathering information, both on the attackers and the Costa Lunarians. They had gotten the information that the attackers called themselves members of the "Bolshevik States", which Jinknix knew better as the Soviet Union. His mother came to Attalahonia as a refugee from East Germany before she met his father, an Attalan from Masskreek Island. He knew all to well about these sick bastards.

He called out to his men to take their positions. The enemy ship was in sight now. It was almost time to board, and he hoped the enemy wouldn't open fire. He did not want a bloodbath to come as the result of a small mission such as this. It was just one ship, after all.

Right as they came within clear sight of the enemy ship, they got a fax wired over from the Tender. It read, "EMERGENCY! Queen Fiore has agreed to a discussion with the Captain of the Bolshevik ship. She requests transport on board the Keirleide. DO NOT fire upon the Bolshevik ship!"

Hachimlachor cursed. He issued new orders immediately. "Men, lay anchor here. Don't fire on the enemy here, I repeat: HOLD YOUR FIRE!"

He got out the wire and sent an emergency message to the queen.

EMERGENCY BROADCAST TRANSMISSION

To: Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore - Queen of Costa Luna; on the deck of the ABS Keirleide

From: General Jinknix Baarden Hachimlachor- Overlord General of the Attalahonian Armed Forces; on the deck of the ABS Josephine

Subject: EMERGENCY!

Dearest queen,

It has come to my attention, esteemed head of state, that you wish to make personal contact with the enemy. This is ill-advised, and I recommend that you abort that mission immediately. However, if you wish to go through with your plan, we will grant you transportation to the Bolshevik ship on board the Keirleide. We will not attempt to board or fire upon the ship until given the go-ahead by yourself. Be aware, however, that at the sight or sound of the first Bolshevik bullet fired, we will immediately go into emergency action mode and open fire upon the ship, regardless of who is within it. This is, of course, a worst-case scenario, but I just felt that it would be important for you to know. We will be keeping an eye on the situation from the deck of the Josephine. Good luck with your discussion, your highness.

- Overlord General Jinknix Hachimlachor

[-Costa Luna-]

The Kingdom of Costa Luna

The Queen blinked several times when she got the message from the General. She hadn't intended to board the ship; but for a sparse few of them to come ashore, so had been her hope in the very least. Reading the missive again she deduced it was the result of a simple ere in communication, one she could fix easily enough. Using the return number on letter she sent a simple message back to the General's vessel.

Diplomatic Missive of the Kingdom of Costa Luna

General; it was never my intention to step foot on the deck of that vessel. I was hoping that they would send a representative ashore to meet with me rather than I coming to them; we have yet to receive a response to the offer however. I request that you hold your fire until I have spoken with these people and I find out their intent.

Sincerely,
Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore - Queen of Costa Luna
(signed)

[Attalahonia]

The General read the response to his emergency broadcast and breathed a sigh of relief. He responded thanking the queen for her clarification.

EMERGENCY BROADCAST TRANSMISSION

To: Queen Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore of Costa Luna

From: Overlord General Jinknix Hachimlachor; from the deck of the ABS Josephine

Your Highness,

I am sorry for the communication error that led to the previous misunderstanding. The troops of the ABS Josephine will hold their fire until told otherwise. Thank you for your clarification.

-Overlord General Jinknix Hachimlachor

[Abruzi]

Post coming soon.

[Abruzi]

The diplomat was a gaunt faced individual, ashen skinned and by many accounts sickly. The power he wielded was in practice enough to make most healthy men quake. As commander of this diplomatic mission he alone would determine Soviet policy when applied to this little nation of Costa Luna. By his word alone would it be ignored or destroyed, by his word would millions perish or thrive and yet he himself was nothing. Individuals within the Neo Bolshevist State were completely unremarkable, only great war heroes or statesmen were preserved for propaganda reasons. This was why he favored cynical sarcasm when addressing the locals and his own crewmen.

It was with a haughty tone that he forced his way into the Queen’s presence. Upon beholding her he did not as was customary bow or even incline his head but simply said,

“Your Majesty.”

Striding over to stand before the seated monarch he folded his hands behind his back and began to rattle off the demands of the State. His voice expressed no emotion save that of contained boredom. It was with a calm look that he spoke, not a hint of activity was displayed in both his facial features but also his eyes.

“The Island Nation of Costa Luna has been assessed by Party Planners and it has been determined that while your location does not dictate the spread of Neo Bolshevist Ideals until the globe is well into International Revolution, the State demands that a show of support for the cause of the Proletarian is made. As such we must ask that you Your Majesty allow the establishment of a Neo Bolshevist Party in Costa Luna complete with Abruzian Consulate. To refuse is reactionary in extreme and may force future actions to be taken.”

The Diplomat paused and smiled, his smiled was sickening, something that should not be but it, an abomination being almost an understatement. The thick grey teeth opened once more as he concluded with,

“We shall give you one week to decide how you will answer. I shall take my leave of you now and will return in exactly seven days.”

He whirled and withdrew, his small bodyguard staff shuttling him back to his ship in short order. The ashen bear had spoken it seemed.

[-Costa Luna-]

"That was ghastly." Marcus Kane said bluntly as the Soviet representative took his disrespectful leave. Frankly though Kane didn't care; so long as the freak was out of his eye sight. "That wasn't human, I'm telling you that much."

"Living, I would say, but not human." The Minister of Public Relations said; the two sat at a small un-ornate table with the Queen and were speaking in a severe tone. "Hell; I would barely say living." The Minister sighed before he sat back and ran his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. "Majesty; it is my sound advice that we allow our friends to send these bastards packing, strictly speaking."

Her Majesty simply sniffed lightly before shaking her head 'no', she didn't believe in or agree with violence at all, even if those strange men out there did. "What exactly is a proletarian?"

Colonel Kane spoke up at that moment. "A person, Majesty. It's a supposedly liberating term for a person. Though I would damn sure like to know what a 'party' is myself."

To that; the Minister of Relations replied. "Some places; like Argentina-" Everyone took a moment to smile a bit. "Allow people to represent themselves, and form a 'Democratic' government. The machinations of their ideologies are called 'Parties', the groups of people to whom the masses 'vote' power to; or something." He shrugged honestly after that. "If your Majesty desires; we can hold a referrandum to see what the people of Costa Luna desire. I am sure that they would put their full faith and confidence in Your Majesty."

"I-I see; how much time do we have left?" Her Majesty asked simply; referring to the deadline given by the Soviets.

"Five days, Majesty." The Colonel replied. "Given our lack of industrialization and modernization; it is unrealistic to say that we could hold a nation wide referrandum in time, the cities of New Madrid and San Christabel are close enough together; and perhaps New Barcelona. They are our largest population centers; when the Soviets have gone we could hold a more through one?"

"Three days for that; and then we should 'get back to' the Soviets?" The Queen questioned softly, the two men nodded. "Very well then; do that, see what they want. In the mean time we just wait."

[Attalahonia]

General Hachimlachor waited on the ABS Josephine. He had gotten word from the scout ship that the Soviets had given the locals a week to declare partnership with the Neo-Bolsheviks, or almost certainly face destruction. He was worried, and he knew that if this small nation was to be protected by the Attalahonians, the Josephine would have to come into port, at least long enough to refuel and supply. Understanding this, he sent a message to the queen.

From the deck of the ABS Josephine

To: Queen Sophia Maria Montoya Fiore of Costa Luna

From: Overlord General Jinknix Hachimlachor, from the deck of the ABS Josephine

Subject: Course of Action

Your Highness,

On behalf of the crew of the ABS Josephine, I humbly request that you allow us to dock upon your shore, in order to restock and refuel. Also, it has come to my attention that the Bolsheviks have given you an ultimatum to declare allegiance to them, or face certain destruction. I request to have discussion with Your Majesty, in order to answer any questions you may have, and to personally discuss a course of action for your nation. I will come unarmed and alone.

-Overlord General Hachimlachor Jinknix