1935-2000 Era War 4: New Beginnings (IC)

[The Manticoran Empire]

VICUNA DAILY LEDGER

Volume 188, Issue w0

20 January 1935

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World

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MoD responds to Nihonese fleet deployments

Peter Thoroughgood, AP

Hsinking, Manchukuo--The Empire of Nihon’s diplomatic response to the field exercises being held in Almaty have been joined by the deployment of a Nihonese naval squadron to the seas around Manchukuo. Seven ships of the Imperial Nihonese Navy left port on the 13th, believed to be a cruiser division and a destroyer division. This morning, the Ministry of Defense released a statement regarding the Nihonese deployment and the apparent mobilization of the Manchukuo National Police Force and Nihonese Army Support Group. “It is unfortunate that the Empire of Nihon chooses to view routine training exercises as aggression and condemns them while in the same breath mobilizing their own forces. The exercises in Manchukuo are being held on the border with Almaty for the sole purpose of strengthening the bonds between the Empire and her Aclusian and Norcourtian allies and partners. If the Nihonese Empire wants to maintain peace in Indianum, then the current actions of the Nihonese military only serve to erode that peace. Mobilizing the Nihonese Manchu Guard while the Manticoran Army forces are on the other side of the country is not only an unnecessarily aggressive act but one that bodes ill for peace. It is the opinion of the Manticoran Intelligence Community and the Manticoran Ministry of Defense that these acts could very easily be construed as a prelude to a Nihonese invasion of Manchukuo, which would be at odds with the Nihonese expressed interest in preserving peace.

The Manticoran Ministry of Defense, in complete agreement and with the full support of Her Majesty and Her Majesty’s Government, would like to remind the Nihonese Empire that actions speak louder than words and your actions are far from peaceful.”
When pressed for comment, the Ministry spokesperson stated that the military has no problem with allowing Nihonese observers to view the exercise, as is their right by treaty. “However, the mobilization of military forces while an Imperial dominion is so vulnerable does make one wonder about the true intentions of the Nihonese.” The Chief of Staff of the Army is quoted as saying, “Almaty was chosen precisely to avoid angering the Nihonese. It was the farthest we could physically be while still remaining in sovereign territory of the Empire. The fact that the Nihonese have mobilized their forces while we intentionally moved ours as far away as we could leads me to suspect that they are being less than entirely honest in their reasons.”
Her Majesty provided no comment on the matter and the Prime Minister has not responded to requests for comment, likely a result of his being at sea on his way to Wargloria for a meeting with the Reichsfuhrer.

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Norcourtian and Aclusian troops arrive in Almaty

Akron Davis, AP

Altai, Almaty-- Today marks the day that Aclusian, Norcourtian, and Manticoran troops conduct operations together for the first time as they work to offload supplies for the coming exercises. The major field exercise, set to contain nearly two million soldiers, will be the largest ever conducted by any of the participating states and will be testing a number of capabilities, including the capability to load ships, run convoys, unload ships, load rail cars and trucks, transport men and material across thousands of miles of open land, and coordinate large, mobile forces in a modern battlefield.

There remain concerns for many in the Army, particularly in regards to the relatively inexperienced Norcourtian troops. However, Fourth Army spokesmen routinely state that any embarrassment the Norcourtians, or anyone else, suffers is constructive. “It is better to be embarrassed in a field exercise than in the middle of war,” said Captain Anthony Giles, spokesman for X Corps, “In war, there are no makeovers or second chances. In an exercise, you go home at the end of the day with all your men and figure out what went wrong and what went right before fixing it and coming back the next day. As the saying goes, “Try again, fail again, fail better.”

This exercise will also mark the debut of the new M1 Medium Tanks, accepted into service late last year. The men of the 16th Tank Brigade were the first to receive the new tanks and still receive jealous looks from other tankers still driving the Vickers Mark Threes from Aclus.

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Warglorian Government Petitions for production license of M1921 Machine Gun, B-17 Bomber

Kurt Vaughn, AP

Adrillas, Rachana-- In accordance with the technology sharing agreement signed almost a decade ago, the Warglorian Government has petitioned Parliament to grant their request for a production license. An agreement had been reached between Carter’s Manufacturing and the Mauser Gewehrfabrik in early January to manufacture the M1921 machine gun in Wargloria and a similar deal between Heinkel Flugzeugwerke and Kellner Aviation for the production of B-17 bombers was reached last week. However, several members of parliament, notably Roger Early, the 7th Earl of Carterhall and leader of the Conservative Party, have roused themselves in opposition to the move. Earl Carterhall made his opposition known during the debates yesterday, saying, “Barely a generation ago, hundreds of thousands of our young men were slaughtered in droves by Warglorian guns, planes, and ships. I opposed the technology sharing agreement when it was first proposed but now we are going to offer them our most modern heavy bomber for a pittance? With the Warglorian support of the Nihonese, it stands to reason that they may support the Nihonese should war break out. Do we really desire to aid our enemies?”
While a final vote has not occurred, Her Majesty’s Government does hold enough of a majority to pass the bill without the Conservative Party. That hasn’t stopped the Conservative Party from launching a powerful campaign, with numerous radio advertisements and posters calling for citizens to “demonstrate and ensure that the Empire doesn’t surrender the technological edge to its enemies.” It remains to be seen if the campaign will be enough to sway the outcome.

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The Empire

Prime Minister, Crown respond to rhetoric of Aimeslandish Government

Dwain Wright, AP

Vicuna, Manticore--The Blue Republic of Aimesland, a self proclaimed Spring Liberal Republic, has become the center of controversy following the remarks of Nihonese Member of Parliament Baron Tetsuo Yoshimura. After riots broke out in Takeshima, Baron Tetsuo said before a crowd of voters and reporters, “The country of Aimesland and its political leadership have for too long spread harsh and aggressive rhetoric against foreign nations including our own divine Empire. Their public policies are that of an aggressive nature, using slogans such as 'Aimesland shall conquer!' They support violence as well. Just the other day I heard of laws being passed to allow for swords and firearms to be carried in public!” The comments and the riots took place after multiple Aimeslandish politicians and activists accused several nations, including the Empire of Nihon and the Empire of Manticore, of engaging in so-called “regressivist policies” and maintaining institutions such as chattel slavery, which was outlawed in the Empire in 1813, shortly after its independence from Aclusia. Other accusations included the insinuation that Her Majesty was involved in the slave trade and other forms of slanderous forces.
In response, Prime Minister David Kasper issued a letter of stern condemnation, saying, “The outrageous exclamations of the Aimeslandish excuse for political leaders indicate their immaturity and utter lack of fitness to lead anything more than a barbershop quartet. It is clear from their statements that the Aimeslandish mean us harm, as we see through their barbaric custom of duelling, little more than legalized murder. What’s more, anyone with the sense oppose such barbarism is hunted down by their countrymen and brutally beaten and killed, as we witnessed when a group of Aimeslandish citizens sought to ban the open carrying of swords in public, a whole-heartedly sound decision which may have given the Aimeslandish some much needed respite from the violence of their anarchic youth. Alas, it was not to be. The violence perpetrated by Aimeslandish citizens and supported by Aimeslandish politicians is reprehensible and cannot be condemned too strongly. I am therefore urging the Parliament to enact a trade embargo upon the Blue Republic of Aimesland and I have requested the Minister of State to urge our allies and trading partners to join us. A nation which will abuse its citizens in this way without even the decency to disguise it or decry it is not a nation which deserves the attention of the international market.”
Her Majesty also spoke before reporters today, saying, “The allegations levied by the leaders and activists of the Blue Republic are most shocking and distressing. How anyone could believe that any nation is still practicing chattel slavery or in any way supports the ownership and trade of human beings is beyond me. These allegations tell me that the leaders of the Blue Republic have no more sense than they have years and no more brains than they have tails. Furthermore, the aggressive rhetoric that many of their activists and leaders have displayed leaves me quite concerned for the safety of my Empire and the citizens that live within it. After all, without you, the loyal citizens of the Empire, this nation would not function. As such, I must put your safety and your wellbeing first. With that in mind, I have asked the Government to close the borders of the Empire to any traveler from the Blue Republic and I implore all of you to avoid travelling to the Blue Republic until such time as this crisis has abated. I now speak to the other nations of the world, who have also been slandered most egregiously by the Blue Republic. While their words have been harsh and their leaders promote violence against those who have different beliefs and opinions, let us not engage in rash actions or unnecessary displays of violence and force. Allow cooler heads the time to sort this out with diplomacy before we resort to bullets.”
Crowds gathered in front of the Aimeslandish Embassy in Vicuna yesterday and today, protesting the treatment of Her Majesty and demanding justice for those slain by Aimeslandish activists.

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Admiralty announces First Fleet to tour global ports, seeks invitations from Nihon, Wargloria, and others

Irene Samson, AP

Ostland Naval Base, Manticore--The First Sea Lord, Lord David Nelson, 12th Earl of Branden, announced that the First Fleet of the Royal Manticoran Navy would embark on a circumnavigation of the world’s ocean, intending to visit major ports around the world. Among the planned destinations are Gokyo in Nihon and ports in Hoosier, Aydinir, Wargloria, Aclusia, Norcourt, Guuj Xat Xil, Arengin, and Skarten, among others. Containing the most modern battleships and cruisers of the Royal Manticoran Navy, the First Fleet is being deployed with the goal of improving relations with nations around the world.

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1st Airborne Division begins training at Camp Dixon

Sarah Hodges, AP

Camp Dixon, Reikland--The 1st Airborne Division, formed earlier this month, has already begun accepting volunteers from the Officer and NCO corps of the Royal Army to begin jump training. The division is the first truly airmobile combat formation in the world, with a parachute infantry regiment and two glider infantry regiments, it can be deployed virtually anywhere in the world by airplane. These officers and NCOs who have volunteered this week will become the core of a training staff that will teach other, later volunteers how to jump from airplanes into battle. As one volunteer Staff Sergeant said, “We’re gonna teach cowboys and brawlers how to jump and then we’re gonna send them feet first into hell.”

[HypErcApitAl]

BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

The Aimeslandish Senate

Sprout stomped into the Senate Halls, determined.

"Goodmorning, Ms. President!" The senators said in unison.

Sprout waved back, not ready to speak as she was ever-focused on her filibuster/message.

She'd march to one of the podiums, taking her shoes off since she was quite tall for it, and then clearing her throat and breath.

"Y'all. You guys. I really gotta say something..." She prefaced.

The senators clapped, ready to hear it.

All of the spunk and energy hit her, and she began trembling and even shaking the podium like some sorta Performance Artist or Manic.

"I'm not gonna let 'em do this to us! I'm not going to let the Republic fall to these warmongering sonsabitches! I'm just not gonna do it! They can say we're loud and rambunctious all they want, but we're not going to stand for it! As President of the Blue Republic, I solemnly swear that we shall stand, and stand STRONG!" She boomed.

"I'm not gonna take 'No' for an answer! I'm going to march, no, WE'RE going to march. We'll show the World what Change can do; what we're about. We'll show them that Aristonia don't play around! What!? They think we play games - no! I'm done with these radicals and slavers! I'm done with peoples all around the World being shackled and taken hostage as Political Prisoner! We're not mice! We are a Shield of Liberty! We're here; get used to it!" She added.

She'd swallow her spit, feeling her throat be/get kinda dry.

"Um... need some water?" One of the senators asked.

"Lemonade! That's the Voice of the Nation! It's sour, just like us! And we'll hit 'em hard - where it hurts! What we do?! We don't give-up, or in!" She cheered, before taking the boy's request for a refreshment.

They'd walk out of the halls, until sighting a Lemonade Stand.

The stand was nearby, and it was very clear.

Clear to not just her, but the Senate itself, that she was going to use it and the Prideful Workers as an example, as a part of her filibuster.

She started to have a flashback... well not just a flashback, but actually several.

Back to her days, her time as a Student, as a Band Girl and Cheerleader. All of her ad-libs, and all the many times she spoke out and was a Chatty Patty. All the times she confronted squares...

She shook her head, shaking the memories away.

"Um... I forgot to bring my Purse." She confessed.

"That's okay, I gotcha." The boy smirked.

"Give this wonder a tall glass 'a Lemonade, please... and make sure it's sweet, too." He requested to the stand-man.

The boy nodded, before serving the politician her drink-of-choice.

Sprout gave a thumbs-up before giving it a taste-test, then smirking back at the senator.

The senator would pay-up his Chi, then tipping his hat to the stand-man.

The duo walked off, and back into the Floor/Halls.

Now, she paced herself, walking back to the podium and sipping on the Lemonade.

"Now, as a Girl of Her Word, I promise you, I promise this Hall that change is bound! That we can make it - we can endure forevermore! Yup! We can do it! We'll beat the Communists! We'll beat the Slavocrats! We'll get 'em all! Just watch 'n' learn! I promise you, I'll make my term worthwhile! We're gonna get 'em, give them that one-two!" She cheered, making hand gestures and even punches.

"They think, just 'cause we're quiet, that they can beat us... but no! It'll never happen! Nope! It can't be done! I say this: that the Republic shall prevail! We will stand! We are here, let's make that clear! We are here; let's make that clear! We are here; let's make that clear!" She waved her arms around like she held Pom-poms.

The senate clapped and cheered loudly.

"It is time, time that we shine! We will tremble to no one! You hear that? TO NO ONE! Let's do this! This is the power! They're just out here beating and controlling their own people! I'll make a good expansionist arguement; and that's that we've never been an Empire. We've never taken shit over. The Manticorans and Carribeans and whatnot have conquered and stolen everything; and we've just tapdanced! It's time to do somethin'! It's time we make the boat rock! Make the boat rock! Make the boat rock! Yes!"

'Make the boat rock,' The Senate cheered on, smiling and waving.

She'd punctuate by sipping her Lemonade, again.

She'd then lift-up the glass.

"This, is a symbol of the Aimeslandish people! Like. I've. Said. Earlier. These warmongers think they can scare us, think they can milk us or suck us dry, like a lemon! We'll sting 'em! We're like hornets! The symphony of buzzing! The sounds! But, they think they can trifle with us and finesse us, they think that they can kill our Spirit, kill our culture! They think they can stop us from Achieving and Succeeding! We'll do this! I'm not scared of the Centrists! I'm not scared of the Opposition! I can do it!"

"I've had enough of these grifters and liars in gov't! I mean, there's not that many anymore, but we have to purify our system. We have to continue purifying our Culture and Democracy. We'll show 'em! Aimeslandish Idealism and Romanticism isn't flawed! We're the sails on the ship keeping the world moving and afloat! What are they doing? Progression is not shooting yourself in the foot, yeah - It is advancement, and we can advance with what we've got; we don't have to throw away what's good, what's worked. It's like throwing out Conditioner just 'cause you don't see your hair getting anymore shinier, or the Glitz and Glam - just give it Time. We're good, the way we are, but we can't stop - we mustn't stop."

She continued shaking and stirring and bobbing up-and-down, being a hypeman or quaking like a person Possessed.

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The filibuster continued until the Senate was drummed-up and all Morale was sufficiently boosted. Sprout had nourished back her support, instead of laughing and crying over nonsense.

Deeds, not Words...

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Now, the Aimeslandish Armedforces prepared and built fences and walls, and also tunnels - getting the Tunnelrats and other military special groups to do so, and then paying them alot in Chi for their grand service to the Nation.

They continued to buy gear/supplies from Norcourt and the Warglorian Reich, since they were essentially "Brothers-in-arms," and haven't possessed the desire to annihilate the Blues off of the face of the Earth.

[TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON]

Gokyo, Nihon
House of Councillors, Imperial Diet
January 21, 1935

Baron Tetsuo Yoshimura took to the podium in the Diet. "Gentlemen, as we have debated over the past few days over the ramifications and outcomes of my proposed bill, we have come to a consensus that Aimesland is a threat to our security and the Orient. What we have had an issue over, is the method of ending the threat. My friends seem to think it would be best to work with them diplomatically or ignoring them completely. My friends on the right are for addressing the threat and if need be, by force."

"A recent statement from the Aimeslandish President to their senate only furthers my worry for the sake of peace in the Orient. She said in reference to our glorious Empire and that of the Manticoran Empire that 'And we'll hit 'em hard - where it hurts!' That is rather concerning to me, that the head of state of Aimesland is proposing to harm our Empire or the Manticorans. I know not if she means by force or by economic means, but it solidifies they do not want peace. The aggressive words of their leader leads me to fear they plan to execute an attack on our Empire and we cannot allow it."

"Not only this but another quote from the Aimeslandish President is no less disturbing than the rest. I am not familiar with these western metaphors, but the meaning behind them are quite clear. I quote, 'It's time we make the boat rock! Make the boat rock! Make the boat rock!' I cannot myself make much sense of this statement, but it is apparent; the boat is a metaphor for the divine Orient, and they wish to destabilize it. We as the protectors of the Orient cannot allow it."

"I have met personally with his Majesty the Emperor, Prime Minister Tanaka, and the Ministers of the Navy and Army, and I have urged them to mobilize our forces. We need to not only pass this bill, but authorize our armed forces to prepare for the worst. I am aware from intelligence briefings that the Aimeslanish are mobilizing, and I say we do the same!"

There was applause and then the Diet got to work.

[HypErcApitAl]

BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

The Empire

Prime Minister, Crown respond to rhetoric of Aimeslandish Government

Dwain Wright, AP

Vicuna, Manticore--The Blue Republic of Aimesland, a self-proclaimed Spring Liberalist Republic, has become the center of controversy following the remarks of Nihonese Member of Parliament Baron Tetsuo Yoshimura. After riots broke out in Takeshima, Baron Tetsuo said before a crowd of voters and reporters, “The country of Aimesland and its political leadership have for too long spread harsh and aggressive rhetoric against foreign nations including our own Divine Empire. Their public policies are that of an aggressive nature, using slogans such as 'Aimesland shall conquer!' They support violence as well. Just the other day I heard of laws being passed to allow for swords and firearms to be carried in public!” The comments and the riots took place after multiple Aimeslandish politicians and activists accused several nations, including the Empire of Nihon and the Empire of Manticore, of engaging in so-called “Regressivist policies” and maintaining institutions such as chattel slavery, which was outlawed in the Empire in 1813, shortly after its independence from Aclusia. Other accusations included the insinuation that Her Majesty was involved in the slave trade and other forms of slanderous forces.
In response, Prime Minister David Kasper issued a letter of stern condemnation, saying, “The outrageous exclamations of the Aimeslandish excuse for political leaders indicate their immaturity and utter lack of fitness to lead anything more than a Barbershop Quartet. It is clear from their statements that the Aimeslandish mean us harm, as we see through their barbaric custom of dueling, little more than Legalized Murder. What’s more, anyone with the sense oppose such barbarism is hunted down by their countrymen and brutally beaten and killed, as we witnessed when a group of Aimeslandish citizens sought to ban the open carrying of swords in public, a whole-heartedly sound decision which may have given the Aimeslandish some much-needed respite from the violence of their anarchic youth. Alas, it was not to be. The violence perpetrated by Aimeslandish citizens and supported by Aimeslandish politicians is reprehensible and cannot be condemned too strongly. I am therefore urging the Parliament to enact a trade embargo upon the Blue Republic of Aimesland and I have requested the Minister of State to urge our allies and trading partners to join us. A nation which will abuse its citizens in this way without even the decency to disguise it or decry it is not a nation which deserves the attention of the international market.”


Her Majesty also spoke before reporters today, saying, “The allegations levied by the leaders and activists of the Blue Republicare most shocking and distressing. How anyone could believe that any nation is still practicing chattel slavery or in any way supports the ownership and trade of human beings is beyond me. These allegations tell me that the leaders of the Blue Republic have no more sense than they have years and no more brains than they have tails. Furthermore, the aggressive rhetoric that many of their activists and leaders have displayed leaves me quite concerned for the safety of my Empire and the citizens that live within it. Afterall, without you, the loyal citizens of the Empire, this nation would not function. As such, I must put your safety and your wellbeing first. With that in mind, I have asked the Government to close the borders of the Empire to any traveller from the Blue Republic and I implore all of you to avoid travelling to the Blue Republic until such time as this crisis has abated. I now speak to the other nations of the world, who have also been slandered most egregiously by the Blue Republic. While their words have been harsh and their leaders promote violence against those who have different beliefs and opinions, let us not engage in rash actions or unnecessary displays of violence and force. Allow cooler heads the time to sort this out with diplomacy before we resort to bullets.”
Crowds gathered in front of the Aimeslandish Embassy in Vicuna yesterday and today, protesting the treatment of Her Majesty and demanding justice for those slain by Aimeslandish activists.

President Winston's Speech to the Nation; addressing the Imperialists' outrageous and bogus claims

"Already, the rabblerousers desire war with a peaceful, beautiful Nation. We have done no harm to anyone; we've only spoke. Would you kill a bird for chirping? Would you slice off a Drummers' hand, just for playing his Instrument?

We ask that the Manticoran Imperialists please stand-down, try again, and reconsider their diplomacy with the Republic.

Why would a small nationstate make enemies, or want to make enemies with a colossal Empire? It makes no sense, indeed. We've tried to stay out of others' Affairs, but.. things're getting quite hectic.

We've been bullied and chastised for our unique views; for our mentality, and culture, but we do not do the same back. We only critique your Ideology and your System-of-Governance. We do not hate Manticoran peoples, nor do we want to.

And, as for the Nihonese, I have nothing to say; they should quite-frankly know better, accusing a youthful and ambitious Republic of starting fires in an ancient Empire like that. It is beyond me why these people wish to harm relations between our respective nations.

I personally wish the best for both my Nihonese and Manticoran counterparts. Good-day."

The speech was very strict and formal, with the girl not normally talking like that, but she had to finesse herself so that no "offense" would be taken from either Empire.

She also had to be meticulous with her breathing, and body language - how many times she blinked or moved her arms and hands, things of that Nature.

[The Hoosier Alliance]

January 15th, 1935
Troops and ships filled the port city of Nordale on the coast of Massa Massa. Transports were being loaded with supplies, equipment, and men as the crews and soldiers prepared for the voyage to Gokyo. Ten divisions, along with additional transport ships to loan to the Nihonese Imperial forces, would make their way to the Nihonese capital in preparation for the joint operation against Aimesland. Joining the transports was a small fleet consisting of twenty-five submarines, thirty destroyers, and a dozen light cruisers, for use during the invasion. Accompanying the fleet would be General Oscar Jacobs, the man who would be coordinating with the Nihonese military.



January 23rd, 1935
Hoosier-Sirvanskan Border
The situation in the joint international nation-building effort in Sirvanska was dire. The local government found itself unable to cope with the rising unrest in the region during the past few months. Things had gotten so bad that General Larmos, once the acting military governor of Aryshtakova during Hoosier occupation, had come back to power after arresting local politicians and deploying his militia and personal army to quell the unrest. This led to people outside of Aryshtakova to question the legitimacy of the Sirvanska government and caused riots throughout the nation. The nation began to fall apart once again.

After seeing the failure of the international zone, Hoosier military high command ordered the Army of the East to redeploy on the Hoosier-Sirvanskan border. With forces in position, fifteen infantry divisions, fifteen cavalry divisions, an armored division, and three armored brigades crossed the border into Sirvanska to restore order to the lawless nation.

Having received word beforehand, General Larmos quickly allowed Hoosier forces into Arystakova, agreed to the same deal he had before and submitted to Hoosier occupation while remaining in power as acting governor.

Local Arystakovan forces began to push into Opus and Hettausa, launching the offensives before Hoosier forces joined them. When the Hoosier Army arrives, they will fight together. On the coasts, Hoosier forces began moving into South Landstreicher to push all the way down to the state of Shakoyoko.

Hoosier released a statement to the world just as Hoosier soldiers crossed the border into Sirvanska:

The State of Sirvanska is, once again, collapsing before our very eyes. The people had split themselves into several states and governments the first time, and we must now allow this to happen once more. The Hoosier Army of the East has crossed into Sirvanska with the intent of bringing back law and order to the failing nation. We must protect the people of Sirvanska from the riots and unrest that have enveloped the state for too long.

[HypErcApitAl]

BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

The Aimeslandish Senate

"One thing... and I really do find this odd, is how there's grifters and infiltrators in the Gov't. The centrists, the Anti-Sword advocates... Those traitors. I find it extremely odd how Nihon and Manticore, those imperialists, side with them. They've been trying to overthrow what makes us unique, what makes us us. I don't really know why, but... Something just seems quirky about this." The President stated.

"You think they were put there? You think they were put there by the Imperialists? I think that's the only thing that makes sense. Y'know, they're trying to drag us lockstep into Warfare." Senator Edison proposed.

"Yeah! They know how odd, silly and whimsical we are... and, they're trying to destroy it. They don't like us. They don't like what we stand for. And, y'know, the Communists have been silent lately, which I also find odd." Winston replied.

"We were never going to just stand there and let 'em overturn our Republic, but now... this is really preposterous, how they'd align themselves with the Imperialist scum. We had to defend ourselves. Sure, the Mobs may be questionable in other lands, but Justice is Justice. Mob Rule - Mob Justice represents both Liberty and Slavery. When a mob is used improperly, that is Anarchy. When a mob is used justly, that is Democracy. In our past, we were Anarchic. It only makes sense that they come after us for our Mobs. For our Fighting Spirit. For our Culture and Wit." Winston continued.

"Mobs are supposed to be used when the Gov't fails and becomes Dictatorial, when the Gov't fails The People and becomes Tyrannical. Mobs are A Free Militia. They're supposed to not be controlled. When you control them, that's when things get bad." Edison stated.

"I also think they're conspiring, or co-conspirators with the Slavocrats. When all else fails, they want to enslave us. They know how free we are and they despise it. They loathe it. They loathe Spring Liberalism. They loathed Anarcho-Environmentalism. We're not Anarchistic anymore, and haven't been in a Hot Minute, but... either way, they want us dead. We cannot shake hands with 'em. We cannot make Peace with 'em. The only ones we can make deals, backdoor deals with, is the Fascists-in-Wargloria. The Reich, and... maybe Norcourt." Edison continued.

"Yup. That's what we've been doing, sofar. But, I really hate how they took me outta Context. They know who I am. They know that Aimesland is a nation of Underdogs. In any other country, we'd be laughed-at or oppressed. Our Athleticism, our Liberalism, our tenacity. They hate the Youth. They oppress their own people. In no way in other nations would they let a Goth like me rule their nation, in no way would the Aloof or semi-Aloof rule in their Chambers or in their Senatorial Row. In no way could this happen, but in Aimesland." Winston stirred-up.

"They hate us 'cause they ain't us." Senator Springfield commented.

And then, suddenly, the entire Senate burst into Laughter and Applause at what the boy said.

They understood. They heard that. They agreed with Jared's notion of Jealousy.

"Y'know, that boy is right. They're Green, and not with Environmentalism. They're Green w/ Envy." Sprout lamented and pitied.

Springfield nodded, agreeing with the young adult.

"Haters gotta hate. That's it. That's their sentiment. It's not truly about Ideology. It's about them being prejudiced and biased. It's about their bigotry towards Aimeslandish people. They are racist. They know how liberal we are. They know our mindset. They hate us 'cause they ain't us - bottomline." Jared spitballed.

The Senate clapped, and instantly turned into a choir.

"The Ironfist of Imperialism - can't fall into it.

Can't uprise, when they after us.

Takeout their nooses and place 'em 'round our necks, but we stand-up.

We fight for what's right, 'stead of being Corrupt.

The flower of Spring Liberalism is to grow, and its face a Sprout," The refrain was.

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The Ambercity Times; "Democracy Dies, In Darkness"
On the Subject of Technocracy

"Technocracy - The rule of Specialists."

By that definition, we already are a Technocracy, since we dabble alot in Intellectual games, witty banter, sport, Intrigue and the nine yards.

We have many things we specialize in.

Why Technocracy? We choose Technocracy because it best aligns with Aimeslandish views. It supplements our Idealism, our rhythm, our culture, our Skepticism. We don't take things sitting down... or standing... or even just laying there. Technocracy is the belief of focusing on Technology and Technologies. In the Mechanical. In the Technical. We were Anarcho-Environmentalistic and Environmentalistic, in the past. Now, we hold the mindset of "Technoenvironmentalism," but, we have to fully Technocratize. We have to fully think in terms of Logic, Sense and Rationality - well, we are, but we have to do it, times three. We have to do it, squared or cubed. [²]

You have to remember the Square Root and the Cube Root, or the Mode-of-Operation and those methods. Those method acts and mathematics. One'd have to be a method actor in Today's World.

There is no point in doing something halfway, in being half-assed. To do something, you have to do it with your full Ass. You have to have the full intent, or reason. You can't just do it partially, or partly. You have to be all-in. All the way into doing something, into executing something.

In that context, we cannot be half-Environmentalist and half-Technological. We have to be full-on Technological. We have to form into either a Technocratic Republic or Technate. It has been a new political issue to expand, to venture, to go where no one has gone before, but... we are Jaded. We have to stop shooting ourselves in the foot. We have to move as one Entity, one force, one Power. Now, Spring Liberalism helps with that, but we need Modifiers.

We need to be transformed into a New Age. A new Scientific Age.

We ask our readers to also be thinkers, to take-up scopes. To take-up the Telescope or Microscope and analyze the World. Analyze the landscape, chew-out the Scenery.

There is no need in pursuing a Praxus, or a New Tomorrow if you're not willing to execute it. You have to be all-in. You have to use Technology, Skill, Scheme in this Praxus. In this ideological war.

You have to be ideological, mental and rhetorical. Pursuing ideological warfare, mental warfare, and rhetorical warfare. Becoming an Idea, since the Idea is unkillable. Ideas cannot be killed.

We have to become Ideologues, to embrace Ideology is to embrace Humanity. We shall no-longer embrace Mother Nature - that is dead. There's no use in returning to Anarchism and uninformed thought. You have to have a formed brain, then take-up Knowledge and Schooling and take that formed brain and reform it. Many have a malformed brain, and misinformed thought, but you have to be informed. You have to have a reformed brain.

Aimesland has to be Transformative, forming into a Transformative Republic.

We have to transform, to morph, to do a metamorphosis. We cannot be static and stationary. We have to change, and change with the times - which we do, but we have to keep changing. Progression is good, but you can't just move from Point A to point B then to point C; you have to immediately move and transition abruptly from A to C.

You have to be like the Wind and the Water; always forming, changing, moving, up-to-something.

Humans want Change, but as soon as the change happens, they get caught-up in it, instead of desiring Another and Another. They get complacent, complicit, and stuck in a Rut - Don't do that.

Why can't you be Static? You can't be Static because Static is just Noise, a feedback, a loop. You have to be like Music. You have to be Musical, shout, make your voice Heard instead of making noises like an Animal.

The Human is a musical, formative, creative, constructive entity. The Human thinks, schemes and plots. Now, an Animal just sits there and licks itself - licks its own feet. Do not do that. Be creative, move around. Do not be Static. Static Electricity? Maybe. Electricity is rhythmic, it has a Pulse.

To end by saying: Aimesland has to continue having a pulse. And how would we engage in that Pulse-continuance? We'd engage, by becoming the Technocratic.

[TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON]

Gokyo, Nihon
Imperial Army/Navy General Staff Headquarters
January 22, 1935

While planning was underway with Hoosier allies, it had been determined the best method of executing a war would involve the navy decisively destroying the Aimeslandish Fleet, while carrier aircraft took control of the skies paving way for the Special Naval Landing Forces and Army to land unopposed by sea and air. Days ago, the 5th and 2nd Fleets had been recalled from drills with Hoosier allies back to Nihon and the Fourth Fleet was ordered to move as many assets as possible back to Nihon.

The plan was solid, the 1st and 6th Fleets comprising of the battleships and carriers had been ordered to be ready for battle by January 27th since they would be the main fighting force, while the 3rd Fleet continued regular patrols around Nihon.

Covert efforts had been made to communicate with Manticore, Aydinir, and Rachana to signal that the mobilizations of the Imperial Army and Navy were directed towards Aimesland as diplomats in Manticore were ordered to prepare to set up a direct line so military and government officials could communicate to deescalate situations, which would be needed in the event of war with Aimesland.

The Army had realized by now the bad timing of ordering drills in Manchuko, but rather than lose face by cancelling them, they had given orders for the drills to only include a couple hundred men and be oriented towards coastal defense. The now very small cruiser and destroyer detachment was also secretly ordered to return to Nihon to ready for the event of war with Aimesland.

The Army had also begun to make efforts to call upon the Imperial Nihonese Army men that had been given leave after serving the Warglorian Reich, and they now slowly returned to service, spurred by their patriotism and the words of Baron Yoshimura who had recently made numerous speeches. There had also been some incentives including pay raises and being given the option of 2 months leave after the tensions along with other benefits. They would form 16-17 new divisions and the hope was with their vast experience, they would be able to lead the charge and win the day.

In regards to the Manticorans wanting an invitation to Gokyo, orders had gone down to only invite them as soon as the navy could clarify that the invasion would not occur for another month.


Gokyo, Nihon
House of Councillors, Imperial Diet
January 23, 1935

"Have you not had it with the blatant aggression of the Aimeslandish, their political insults and inflammatory rhetoric?" Thundered Baron Yoshimura. "We as a civilized and democratic nation must make take action to pacify Aimesland! We will use diplomacy at first, but I fear all the Aimeslandish want is war."

"Listen to what their senators have to say. They speak of anarchy, the very anarchy they seek to spread to our colonies, such as Takeshima. They talk about supporting mob justice and a public militia, things a civilized and peaceful nation would never promote. They are encouraging rebellion in our colonies and I will not stand for it."

"Their government actively supports the brutalization and suppression of dissident, they are not a free nation. They support 51% majority rule, and they continue to spread false narratives. They continue to spread insults against our divine Empire, and in essence, our divine leader, His Majesty the Emperor! How can we accept this?!"

"But unfortunately that is not all. I quote Senator Edison of Aimesland; 'We cannot shake hands with 'em. We cannot make Peace with 'em.' Does that sound peaceful to you?! They actively support a physical war against our divine nation, and that sentence sums things up, they do not want peace. They do not want a peaceful Orient. They benefit off of our squabbles and anarchy. They have made things clear, peace is impossible with their nuthouse government and war inevitable!"

"They have used powerful words, and we will see soon if they are willing to back them up with action. We are aware of them building fortifications and mobilizing, and we our divine Emperor has ordered we do the same! I cannot speak for the rest of my friends here at the Diet, but I am a huge advocate for peace. Except when the other openly denies all attempts at it, then what course can we take? Our ultimatum has been drafted and our brave armies stand ready to fight. However if they continue the threats and the attacks against the peace in our divine Orient, we will show them what the power of our Empire and our glorious allies."

Operation Kōtō Kurēn
12.5 Miles off of Aimesland
January 23, 1935

As the morning mist cleared on the calm seas, Captain Sugimura stood at the bridge of the Takao as the Sendai sailed next to her, flanked by the Fubuki and the Hatsuharu. Armed with 10 eight inch guns, the Takao was one of the best heavy cruisers in the fleet and only a fool would mess with this small but powerful naval group.

Their objective was to sail around the coast of Aimesland for five hours; just 0.5 miles from their territorial waters; and gather intelligence. The secondary objective was to provoke an Aimeslandish response and see how they would react. After the time was u, they would leave for Nihon.

It was rather simple. If the Aimeslandish didn't show up, they would look weak and it would reveal their inability to intercept threats. If they showed up, then Sugimura would be able to observe the methods of response and see how good their navy was.

This would be an easy mission for Sugimura, an experienced but young captain ready to prove his worth. He scanned the seas waiting for a response. It was a calm day so the coast was visible, and sailors made notes of anything relevant.

He smiled, as he stepped outside the bridge and glazed at Aimesland. What a funny people he thought. It was rather interesting, how a people could be so brave, or so stupid to provoke not only Nihon, but Manticore, the most powerful nation in the world. He knew inside that the Aimeslandish would not show up, they were too weak, too docile. He smiled once again as he watched the crazy little land he knew he would one day help to invade.

[HypErcApitAl]

BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

The Ambercity Times; Democracy Dies, In Darkness
The highly-inflammatory and meanspirited comments of the Manticoran PM

"...to lead anything more than a Barbershop Quartet. It is clear from their statements that the Aimeslandish mean us harm, as we see through their barbaric custom of Dueling, little more than Legalized Murder. What’s more, anyone with the sense oppose such barbarism is hunted down by their countrymen and brutally beaten and killed, as we witnessed when a group of Aimeslandish citizens sought to ban the open carrying of swords in public, a whole-heartedly sound decision which may have given the Aimeslandish some much-needed respite from the violence of their Anarchic Youth. Alas, it was not to be..."

Again and again, the Imperialist Cowards wish US harm. They wish the Aimeslandish people WIPED OFF THE FACE OF THE PLANET. These peoples are not your friends. They are no ones' friends, but those idiots in Nihon. They are a buncha terrorists, and Aimesland has a No Conceding policy. We do not Concede to Terrorists!

They openly-question the Republic, mock our President and our Armedforces, well, they shall be snuffed out cold! Quicker, rather than sooner and Sooner rather than Later. The Manticoran stains say they wish, they pray for Peace, but they are doublefaced and doublemouthed. Again and again, they have mocked and openly-lied to us.

Do not take anything they say at Face Value, as these terrorists wish to rule the World. Aimesland, the majestic Republic is the Only Thing stopping this. When, and if, we fall; that'd mean Democracy has fallen.

They will surely be eating their words, calling us Barbers. Calling our Most Esteemed President a barbarian, and saying she cannot lead a Country when she infact, has done a stellar job, sofar.

They have spewed out Fighting Words, but this proud Republic needn't wish to fight; for that'd then be Barbaric. The ones that openly look for Conflict are the real barbarians, scum of the Earth. We've just sat here, minding our own Business and then this baffoon insults US and our Nation.

We'll see...

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Operation Kōtō Kurēn
12.5 Miles off of Aimesland
January 23, 1935

As the morning mist cleared on the calm seas, Captain Sugimura stood at the bridge of the Takao as the Sendai sailed next to her, flanked by the Fubuki and the Hatsuharu. Armed with 10 eight inch guns, the Takao was one of the best heavy cruisers in the fleet and only a fool would mess with this small but powerful naval group.

Their objective was to sail around the coast of Aimesland for five hours; just 0.5 miles from their territorial waters; and gather intelligence. The secondary objective was to provoke an Aimeslandish response and see how they would react. After the time was up, they would leave for Nihon.

It was rather simple. If the Aimeslandish didn't show up, they would look weak and it would reveal their inability to intercept threats. If they showed up, then Sugimura would be able to observe the methods of response and see how good their navy was.

This would be an easy mission for Sugimura, an experienced-but-young captain ready to prove his worth. He scanned the seas waiting for a response. It was a calm day so the coast was visible, and sailors made notes of anything relevant.

He smiled, as he stepped outside the bridge and glazed at Aimesland. What a funny people he thought. It was rather interesting, how a people could be so brave, or so stupid to provoke not only Nihon, but Manticore, the most powerful nation in the world. He knew inside that the Aimeslandish would not show up, they were too weak, too docile. He smiled once again as he watched the crazy little land he knew he would one day help to invade.

President Winston sat, in the Wakeland Office, when the Presidential Phone rang.

She'd go to answer it.

"Ms. President, what do we do? There's ships in our Waters!" Waterwarrior Springleaf scurried.

"Well... Goddammit. Open fucking fire on those ships - I want 'em terminated ASAP!" The President yelled.

"Kill 'em all." She followed-up with.

"Yes, sir." The Waterwarrior copied.

She slammed the phone down, sighing.

"Sometimes, as President, you've gotta make the right call, y'know." She said to herself.

She sighed.

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With that command, the Aimeslandish Navy would immediately open fire upon the Nihonese ships. Continuing to fire, to prove that they were indeed Killed On Sight.

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President Winston shook and trembled.

"What unholy hell has sprung-up now? Well.. the Senate won't be happy with this shit." She thought.

She paced back-and-forth around the Office, then sprinting back behind her desk.

She'd grab the Presidential Phone, calling-up the Landenforcers.

"What is it, sir?" One of them asked.

"It's time. Execute Martial Law. As Commander-in-Chief, its in our hands now. I don't give a flying fuck what the Senate says, goddammit!" She yelled.

"As-you-wish, sir." The landenforcer copied.

She'd slam the phone down again, very angry and shook.

"I am the Republic." She stated, very determined.

She waltzed out of the Office, into her room, and looked in her wardrobe, seeing a box.

She'd open-up the box, seeing an all-black outfit. It looked like a military officers' uniform.

She sighed to herself, shaking her head in Disbelief.

"I cannot believe I'm doing this shit..." She thought.

[Norcourt]

IN CONDEMNATION TO THE RECENT INTERVENTION UPON THE SIRVANSKAN TERRITORIES,
BY THE IRON GUARD HOOSIER

January 25th, 1935

WHEREAS; Iron Guard Hoosier, has intruded upon the borders of a sovereign, internationally recognized nation,

WHEREAS; Iron Guard Hoosier, has allowed itself and armies into foreign territory, with the only form of permission to military access, coming from that of a former governor, who holds no definite legal power,

WHEREAS; Iron Guard Hoosier, has mobilized many military divisions, upon that of a neutral nation, which again, had not legally agreed to Hoosier military access, of any kind,

WHEREAS; Iron Guard Hoosier, has partaken in activity with the leader & such members of an unorganized, mercenary army, with interests in possibly seizing power,


WHEREAS; Iron Guard Hoosier, has undoubtedly pushed southward, and westward, in a show of aggression, invasion, & possible occupation, of the territories of The State of Sirvanska

Emperor Maranossos Caneius, of The Norcourtian Empire, and all of it's associate territories, has found it in good will, and good sense, to impose condemnation upon the acts of aggression, condoned and acted upon, by the state of The Iron Guard Hoosier.

[HypErcApitAl]

BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

Official Lettre of Condemnation of the Manticoran Empire

Dismayed, annoyed, and outraged by the Manticoran Counterpart (their "Prime Minister"), The Most Esteemed and Presidential Sprout Winston of the Wakeland Office of the Blue Republic of Aimesland officially condemns the Monarchy, Crown, Throne and other monarchist titles and systems.

The world over knows how oppressive and ironfisted the Monarchist Rule is, and wishes to overturn such Bad Behavior.

The Presidential, Senatorial, Spring Liberalist BRA is to stand Unbowed, Unbent and Unbroken in all odds, including the most recent. The Nihon-Manticore Alliance shan't stand, by any means. The Blue Republic is a peaceful Nation, but for too long have we been insulted by cretins.

When you harass a snake, do not be surprised if he comes after you.

All nations all over, uprise! We have to break the Chain that is Regressivism! We must stand! The Sun Shall Shine Brightly On Aimeslandia!

Aimesland Advances!

[The Manticoran Empire]

VICUNA DAILY LEDGER

Volume 188, Issue 25

25 January 1935

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Aimeslandish Navy sinks Nihonese merchant ships in International Waters

Peter Thoroughgood, AP

Gokyo, Nihon--After a week in which the Aimeslandish Government made numerous speeches threatening military action, mobilized their army, and condemned the Queen and several nations, the Aimeslandish have issued a de-facto declaration of war against the Empire of Nihon.

Early in the morning of the 23rd, a group of Nihonese warships, including the Heavy Cruiser Takao, the Light Cruiser Sendai, and the destroyers Fubuki and Hatsuharu, were conducting a Freedom of Navigation Patrol in international waters, 12.5 miles off the coast according communications intercepts released by the Office of Naval Intelligence after the attack. The attack sank the Fubuki and Hatsuharu and heavily damaged the Sendai. However, communications intercepts and official INN traffic released by ONI and OSS indicate that heavy losses were inflicted on the Aimeslandish navy.

With the attack occurring in international waters, merchant shipping companies have demanded naval escorts if their routes take them towards Aimesland. The Royal Navy itself has broached the subject of instituting convoys for all merchant ships travelling to Indianum to avoid losses to Aimeslandish raiders. However, the most immediate reaction from the Government was a condemnation of the attack and the proposal of a bill which would provide financial aid to the Nihonese government during the hostilities. Several members of Parliament have also demanded the mobilization of the Army and the deployment of the Navy to fend off the Aimeslandish, who have, in the words of Lord Salmouth, “proven that they have no interest in peace and will attack any nation they choose.”

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Hoosier invades Sirvanska, cites breakdown of law and order

Akron Davis, AP

Leersog--The Hoosier Army crossed the border into South Landstreichter in the predawn hours on the 23rd, quickly sweeping aside the handful of troops guarding the border before advancing on the capital. It took mere hours for the Norcourtian Colonial Authorities in Leersog to condemn the invasion and it is expected that an official condemnation from the Norcourtian Government will follow.

The Iron Guard Party, however, has stated that the invasion of Sirvanska is in no way intended to threaten the Norcourtian possession of Leersog but to secure the borders of Hoosier from the threat of cross border bandits that have popped up all over Sirvanska in the years since its government collapsed.

With close to a million men in the invasion force, the Imperial Government also released a statement condemning the invasion as “a rash and reckless action that could only inflame tensions that we have worked so diligently to keep low.” The invasion has caused the Fourth Army to suspend the exercises in Almaty as troops are moved to the border with Hoosier as a precautionary measure.

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Nihonese Government invites Manticoran fleet to visit during tour

Kurt Vaughn, AP

Gokyo, Nihon--The Nihonese Government extended an invitation to the Manticoran First Fleet to make a port call in Gokyo during its world tour. The announcement and subsequent visit will hopefully go a long way towards improving relations between two countries whose relations have been historically cold towards each other.

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The Empire

After insults and condemnations, Crown expels Aimeslandish diplomats

Dwain Wright, AP

Vicuna, Manticore--After multiple speeches accusing the Empire of misconduct and seeding rebellion as well as a letter openly condemning Her Majesty, Her Majesty’s Government, and the Prime Minister, the Minister of State has announced that the Aimeslandish ambassador is Persona Non Grata and that the entire Aimeslandish diplomatic mission to the Empire, including the Embassy and all Consulates, have until the 31st to leave the Empire. If the mission has not left in its entirety, any who are still within the Empire will be arrested and tried for violating Imperial immigration laws and conspiring to overthrow the government.

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Crown Princess Mary visits Wargloria to meet Stefan Adler

Irene Samson, AP

Reikland, Nuwe Afrikaa--Crown Princess Mary has taken two weeks of leave to visit Wargloria to meet with Captain Stefan Adler of the Warglorian SG. Rumors from Vicuna seem to indicate that the visit is part of a push to get the Crown Princess married to solidify the line of succession in the event of war, though when pressed for comment, neither the Crown Princess nor the Crown offered any.

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Second and First Fleet mobilize for potential combat operations against Aimesland

Sarah Hodges, AP

St. Esters Island Naval Base, St. Esters Island--After the attack on the Nihonese patrol in international waters, the Admiralty issued orders to the First and Second Fleet to be prepared to put to sea with an hour’s notice and destroyers are being offered to merchant ships as escorts against Aimeslandish raiders. If the order does come down, this would be the largest single naval deployment since the Battle of Golden Gulf during the Great War, with the Grand Fleet engaged Aclusian, Warglorian, Arenginian, and Skartenian warships off the coast of New Reyvan.

[TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON]

Gokyo, Nihon
Imperial General Staff Headquarters
Evening, January 23, 1935

"That was the last straw!" yelled Navy Minister Ōsumi. "Those Aimeslandish fools fell right into our lap. This is the best justification for war I have ever experienced, and we did not even plan this! What idiots! Vice Admiral Sankichi is the fleet ready?"

They had just gotten word a few hours ago from Captain Sugimura who was now making full speed to Nihon aboard the Takao after the escort came under a surprise attack from Aimeslandish forces. They had lost their two destroyers, and the Sendai was damaged, but luckily the Takao being very fast and highly armored was able to escape with the Sendai after inflicting serious casualties upon the Aimeslandish forces.

Vice Admiral Sankichi. "Sir while we did not expect the justification to come at this cost, it is very real reason to go to war. The Combined Fleet is ready to sail towards Aimesland, and I will personally lead the group from the Susanoo. We outnumber and outgun the Aimeslandish in every way. Victory is assured."

He nodded towards General Terauchi, "We have sent a notice to the Warglorian Reich notifying them of this horrible attack and it seems clear if we so choose, we can enact our defense agreement, although I do not think that will be needed. We have also notified our allies Sveria, Hoosier, Carriebean, and Aclus of our intent to go to war. We have also ordered the diplomats in Manticore to immediately set up the deescalation line."

Sankichi stood. "As commander of the Combined Fleet I will say, there are many things that we need to do immediately." He gave a nod to Prime Minister Tanaka, "The Prime Minister has given authorization for unrestricted naval and air warfare against any Aimeslandish ship, plane, or other within our territory or international waters. We will also be instituting a convoy system for our merchant ships to be escorted by our navy."

"I have personally seen to it that any Aimeslandish ship be targeted by the Fourth Fleet and that our naval patrols are increased ahead of the deployment. Already in the docks Special Naval Landing Forces men have been dispatched to detain any Aimeslandish ship."

"Very good Vice Admiral." Said Army Minister Hayashi. "In terms of the Army, we have ordered the complete mobilization of our entire armed forces and have mandated the immediate return to service of soldiers who served in Wargloria. We are also issuing a call for men to enlist. Major General Tojo is currently overseeing the deployment of the Kenpeitai. Major General?"

Tojo stood. "Gentlemen, the Kenpeitai alongside the Tokko and civilian police have been deployed across the nation. We have detained all of the diplomatic staff from the Aimesland Embassy and issued warrants to detain all citizens of Aimesland in Nihon and Manchuko. From the interrogations, it seems we will be able to charge some of them for war crimes. I am personally overseeing the investigation into all citizens of Aimeslandish decent. We are also working in collaboration with the civilian government and police to seize all Aimeslandish assets in Nihon in accordance to Nihonese law."

As Tojo sat, Navy Minister Ōsumi once again stood. "Gentlemen, there is much to do, including sending them our now revised ultimatum but in essence, we are now unofficially at war until the Diet declares war tomorrow. Our best planners have charted out our attack strategy. We will be attacking their major naval and air bases and it is our hope we destroy the entirety of the Aimeslandish fleet."

The meeting continued discussing the war plans but most notable was as the sun began to set, the Combined Fleet left for Aimesland. It was unfortunately a few ships short, but it was ready to fight. It would be the largest deployment of the Nihonese Navy since the Carriebean War, infact the largest Nihonese deployment in the history of Nihon.

All six fleets were sending some contribution, the Third Fleet even being represented to make up for the loss of the two destroyers and the two cruisers that were returning home for repairs.

In total the force numbered: 50 Battleships, 6 Battlecruisers, 3 Fleet Carriers, 3 Light Carriers, 1 Amphibious Assault Ship, 2 Seaplane Tenders, 15 Heavy Cruisers, 27 Light Cruisers, 1 Armored Cruiser, 3 Protected Cruisers, 160 Destroyers, 20 Torpedo Boats, 1 Submarine Chaser, 10 Minesweepers, 16 Minelayers, 6 Submarine Tenders, 62 Submarines, and 2 Submarine Aircraft Carriers alongside dozens of support ships, totaling 388 combat vessels.

Under command of Vice Admiral Sankichi, they sailed off into the night, morale high and the men ready to enact revenge for their brothers in arms.

Gokyo, Nihon
House of Councillors, Imperial Diet
January 23, 1935

Baron Tetsuo Yoshimura took to the podium outside the capitol building in front of hundreds of reporters and voters.

"This was the very last straw for relations between Aimesland and Nihon. They have sealed their fate in their unprovoked, dishonorable surprise attack of our brave sailors. Hundreds were killed and two of our destroyers sunk in international waters as a result of Aimeslandish warmongering. Our brave sailors made sure this came at a terrible price for them, but it has made things clear, peace is impossible, all they want is war."

"Let me recount what happened. Our glorious navy was on a patrol in international waters, and out of nowhere do Aimeslandish ships approach. They do not send a warning, they do not use diplomacy, but instead they open fire like the aggressive and anarchist mongrel dogs they are! They had no sense of honor to even declare war. This gaijin power has launched a dastardly attack on our divine Empire, and we will have revenge!"

"The army is mobilizing, the navy is mobilizing, we all must mobilize as a united peoples to win this was we have been thrust upon. Our Diet tomorrow will do their duty to declare war and enact funding for our military, our military will do their duty defend our shores and seek revenge. Your duty? It is to remain loyal and faithful to our supreme leader, the divine Emperor, to fight in your last breath against these aggressors, and to unite our resources for war. The economy is being mobilized, production of war material ordered. We will win this war, the Emperor demands it! Tenno Heika Banzai!"

He continued for the crowd, the nation listening over the radio as outrage spread across Nihon over the attacks. Recruiting offices were being flooded with young men and many factories making moves to switch production to war material. Orders from the Army and Navy came for more fighters, bombers, ammo, rifles and equipment required for war. Overnight, the population would steel itself for war, and in the next week, the nation would be fully mobilized to fight.

Message From: The Foreign Ministry of the Empire of Nihon
To: Governments of Wargloria, Sveria, Carriebean, Aclus, and Hoosier
Encryption: Maximum

In the early morning of January 23rd, 1935, Imperial Nihonese Navy vessels came under the dastardly attack by Aimeslandish Naval Forces. This unprovoked attack has led Nihon to begin the full mobilization of its military and as a courtesy to our allies, we inform you of the Nihonese intention to declare war on Aimesland tomorrow January 24th when the Imperial Diet resumes its session.

Our sole request to you is that you cease military collaboration with Aimesland and do not intervene. However any financial or military support is much appreciated.

We continue to strive for peace in the Orient and all of the World.

Best,
Minister of Foreign Affairs Baron Kujiro Shidehara

Message From: The Foreign Ministry of the Empire of Nihon
To: Government of Wargloria
Encryption: Maximum

As you already know in the early morning of January 23rd, 1935, Imperial Nihonese Navy vessels came under the dastardly attack by Aimeslandish Naval Forces. This unprovoked attack has led Nihon to begin the full mobilization of its military and as a courtesy to our allies, we inform you of the Nihonese intention to declare war on Aimesland tomorrow January 24th when the Imperial Diet resumes its session.

This message is to inform the proper officials the Empire of Nihon at this current time will not yet activate the standing defense treaty, although financial support is much appreciated. This is however subject to change as we review the circumstances of the war.

Best,
Minister of Foreign Affairs Baron Kujiro Shidehara

Message From: The Foreign Ministry of the Empire of Nihon
To: Government of Manticore
Encryption: Medium

As you already know, in the early morning of January 23rd, 1935, Imperial Nihonese Navy vessels came under the dastardly attack by Aimeslandish Naval Forces. This unprovoked attack has led Nihon to begin the full mobilization of its military and as a courtesy to you, we inform you of the Nihonese intention to declare war on Aimesland tomorrow January 24th when the Imperial Diet resumes its session.

We are aware of your government's position regarding this attack any your financial support is very appreciated. The people of Nihon thank you for your support as we seek to mend our ties.

It is my first order of business we set up a deescalation line over the course of this war on Aimesland to avoid incidents and communicate our intentions.

We continue to strive for peace in the Orient and all of the World.

Best,
Minister of Foreign Affairs Baron Kujiro Shidehara

[Baharuthia]

1st January 1934

The streets of Nordmark were quite silent as bodies laid dead in the midst of the former chaos known as the ‘New Year Massacre’, some good willed soldiers were bringing their brooms and their trucks with newbies following in as they emptied their stomach out.

Well, it was indeed a beautiful sight to see for most of the soldiers, well, not all, but it still stands. Bodies were piled in the hundreds, some of the soldiers even set them on fire to get some warmth. 3 years had passed after the Exilvanians’ inevitable fall, which led Sveria to gain more land and the fact that they also took a bit of the provinces from the State of Cherno.

Taking them in and exterminating anyone else who refused to comply, three years didn’t take long to exterminate any possible guerillas, shooting them by the head and sweeping through mountains and such, giving autonomy to anyone who helped in the extermination of extremists.

Adding to the fire, it had been 4 years since the Sverian Royal Crown was once again adopted by the surviving Royal Family of the Original 72 Pillars, now only 62 remain. With the bearer being the Dynasty of Bahamuts. And by then, the Sverians had made themselves known for being Ocean Dogs by building ships constantly.

Their Army was not too much of a hassle as they were mostly put on reserve, but then there were the Paramilitary Groups that were led by Independent Branches of Violent Fascist-Monarchists. Some conservatives might even say they were too violent to be let alive. Well, Adler was going to be the one hearing from them.

And Adler really hated the useless complaints that he received so much so that he often burned them to no one’s care, well, maybe except the senders who learnt about it and weren’t too happy about it. But who were they to speak of it?

By 1930, Sveria had ordered three Aircraft Carriers, one from the Empire of Manticore, an Aircraft Carrier that the Sverians had immediately named ‘Graf Louis’, then from the Nihonese Divine Empire, then two of the Kaga-Class Aircraft Carriers which were not named yet.

In other such cases, by 1932, Sveria had erected plans for an expansion to the Bog, the Mess and parts of the Sibir. Taking into account the possibility of the bloodlusted former Rusklandrs, the High Command had decided on a Naval Artillery barrage to destroy the Rusklandr Coast Defenses, to be performed by the four Cerberus-Class Battlecruisers, Cerberus, Behemoth, Pedoleon and Hydra. The Government had begun production of Destroyers, the Grams, the Tyrfings and the Balmungs.

Many of them were made for the Warglorians for their allowance to allow the Government to coronate a Monarch: 4 Grams, 4 Tyrfings and 11 Balmungs. 2 Years, they had gathered 4 Grams, 4 Tyrfings and 8 Balmungs, three more Balmungs were going to be built. The High Command had wanted a healthy amount of all threes due to the weight and costs.

The Military had been causing the Financial Side to get caught on fire constantly for a few years. Many of the finance workers who were new to the side were greeted with a simple drawing of a cartoonish looking girl wearing a priestess outfit saying “You get used to it”. All of the financial workers looked a bit dead on the inside.

But that was beside the matter at hand. For the next day, The Bog Incident was at hand.

---

Codename: OPERATION: SCINFAXI
2nd January 1934 - Invasion of The Bog’s Coast, Sea of Martyr’s
SMS Admiral Zevanya, Erika-Class Super Dreadnought
3rd POV

Aboard the Erika-Class Super Dreadnought, Grand Admiral Janet oversaw the whole Invasion, taking the Bog as Reclaiming a Core State, or as the Minister of Justice would dub it. “Living Space.” But then, they just had to drag Wargloria, their current de-facto overlord to do it?

“It’ll be fun,” he said, “It’ll be a good idea.” He made a pact to give them 2 more Gram-Class Large Destroyers.

“Bloody hell, Adler, that wasn’t a good idea and just set more fire into the financial part.”

Janet sighed, she was quite livid at the man. Who couldn't? He was young, outgoing, brash, but she won't deny how brutal he could be when dealing with justice.

Staying on course, the operation was set to begin at 0900 hours. Already the Sverians had begun boarding their landing boats: a hundred of them, each with a capacity of fifteen men. With no previous knowledge of the invasion, the Rusklandrs would be caught completely off guard, allowing for a (hopefully) swift landing.

The Prototype Aircraft Carrier, the Nordwind, had launched off a few of its reconnaissance seaplanes. Heinkel HD25s took to the skies, six of them began to fly through the clouds as they slowly, but surely began to recon and map out the area.

Generally, the Rusklandrs were often an ultranationalist bunch, similar to themselves, but if they can’t reach an agreement after occupation, well…

Sometimes it’s best to silence them permanently. “Ma’am, we are only a few kilometers away from the firing range.” An Officer quickly stood to attention, saluting her. The woman pulled herself away from her thoughts before returning the salute.

“Order the men to ready all four batteries, all of them with High Explosive shells loaded. We’ll blow them to Kingdom come.”

“Understood!”

“Operator! Tell all Warships to ready their guns. We will begin shore bombardment immediately!” she ordered, “And signal the Warglorians to prepare for the bombardment as well.”

---

RKS Rache, Erkhart Class Super Dreadnought

Thiele observed the coastline with the pair of binoculars strapped around his neck. Well, tried anyway, the damned fog meant that he could barely see the coastline at all.

‘Verdammt icy waters,’ he thought, ‘how the Rusklandrs ever lived here is a mystery, even less built an empire.’

Thiele had honestly been very much happy with his position as a Vice Admiral in the Khartoum Sea. The warm weather and calm waters had made for a very relaxing military tour during his time there, and docking at the beautiful coasts of Sylbania had only made it all the better.

And now, even with his promotion to Admiral, he missed those aforementioned waters and shores now as he shivered even in his Admiral’s overcoat.

When the Sverians had suggested this little incursion into former Ruskland territory, Thiele had frankly been skeptical. They already had the northern coast, where most of the developed facilities were, what could an icy swamp possibly offer?

And when not just the Oberkommando agreed to it, but the Führer himself, he became frankly agitated. When had the Reich ever begun taking orders from the Sverians instead of giving them? Sometimes he thought that the people upstairs were getting a bit too liberal in their treatment of protectorates of the Reich, and that the Sverians needed to be reminded exactly who was above who in the situation.

And preferably a tighter leash.

“Herr Admiral,” a voice asked behind him. Turning around, Thiele was met by a fellow Warglorian officer, a Leutnant, who saluted him with a click of his boots. Thiele responded with a brief salute.

“Yes, Leutnant?” Thiele queried, an eyebrow raised.

“Herr Admiral, we’re receiving a message from the SMS Admiral Zevanya,” the Leutnant reported, gesturing to the port side. Thiele turned and, with his binoculars, spotted the faint yet still visible light, blinking through the fog in a certain pattern.

“They’re telling us that the bombardment is about to begin, and are requesting us to join them.”

“Ordering us you mean,” Thiele snorted quietly.

“Herr Admiral?” The Leutnant asked questioningly.

“Nothing, give them a response and order our men to line up the guns: we’ll smash those Rusklandrs to smithereens and then some.”

“Jawohl, Herr Admiral,” the Leutnant replied, saluting before then turning on his heels and barking out orders to the men.

Thiele heard with satisfaction the whirring of the turrets as they turned towards their assigned targets along the shoreline. The Kriegsmarine had provided a rather token force in support of the invasion: two Wargland Class Heavy Cruisers, four Kaiserberg class Light Cruisers, a dozen outdated destroyers and six of the horribly obsolete Berliner Class Dreadnoughts (frankly how they hadn’t been decommissioned by now escaped him), not including his own flagship.

Thiele had balked at the fleet’s composition in comparison to the Sverian’s. By Erkhart’s name, this was an opportunity to show strength to the Sverians, not show weakness with several old rusty battleships! If Thiele was in command, he would’ve sent double the numbers as well as the most advanced warships in the fleet.

But, sadly, he was not.

The Leutnant returned. “Herr Admiral, the fleet is in position and awaiting orders.”

Thiele smiled, “Excellent, order the fleet to begin the bombardment, four salvos.”

---

0900 Hours

Grand Admiral Janet watched as the amassing fleet began their salvoes, the SMS Admiral Zevanya followed with his eight 38cm cannons firing off, she could feel the ship tilt to its Port side. She couldn’t stop feeling giddy of herself, she had never gotten bored of hearing the cannons firing.

From the dawning fog, she could see the shells fly towards the Rusklandr shorelines. “I won’t be getting bored from hearing these.” She whispered to herself in excitement. Coughing to herself, she immediately sent a look to the officer. “Ready the second Salvo, we waste four salvoes and then let the Wikings and Warglorians do the rest.”

“Aye, Ma’am! I’ll get to it!” Two dozen seconds passed before the next salvo fired off, the ship tilted, despite its heavy weight, the exit of the shells were enough to make it tilt, she couldn’t help, but enjoy the moment.

So the Warglorians had brought with them a bit of a great Navy, despite older ships, but no complaints from them. Bringing with them were four Experiment Battlecruisers, 29.5 knots on speed, they were quite slow, the High Command had ordered for better Parts to be installed for the Turbines to increase efficiency.

Those four brought with them twin quadruple 330mm cannons, she would daresay that they were quite the achievement for Sveria, despite the words of ‘Quite Unreliable’. They seemed quite reliable to her at least-

BOOM!

A massive explosion came from a Cerberus-Class, SMS Pedoleon, as from the looks of it, Pedoleon had its second turret suffer a nasty explosion. “Oh fucking hell, I need a Situation Report!”

After some light signals, her worst fears came true. A 330mm HE Shell had malfunctioned and detonated, killing off immediately five crew members, injuring twenty three, the Pedoleon insisted that they were not knocked out of combat. Six 330mm Cannons were still operational, the range of the two twin guns were quite simply far, while the HE Shell had damaged the guns, it hadn’t fully knocked them out.

A slower reload rate would be the only thing slowing them down with the mechanism damaged, which was expected. Calming herself down, she gave the men clear orders. “Order them to cease operation of the second Turret and let the men help perform damage control as well as operate the first Turret.”

“Understood! Sending the message right away!” The officer saluted, a click of his boots, he was sent off. Janet can only watch from her perspective, figures of men dragging out bodies of their fallen and injured comrades, the fire and smoke came to view for every ship in the fleet.

“By Bahamut’s fate…” She can only utter three words from her mouth.

---

0901

Thiele, though stoic faced on the outside, was internally smiling. He always appreciated the larger calibre guns, their sounds as well as their effects as they decimated all in their path.

Thiele began closing his eyes, as he reveled in the sounds of the big guns firing. It was ever so sweeter since, considering the chaotic nature of Ruskland, that return fire would be unlikely. No, he could simply lay back, and hear the boom, boom, bo-

BOOM!

Thiele recoiled from the sound of the blast, as one of the nearby Sverian battlecruisers erupted into a fountain of flame.

“By Erkhart’s name, the Rusklandrs have coastal batteries?” Thiele exclaimed in surprise, “Quickly! Find out where that shot came from and begin counterfire! Launch the scout planes! And spread out the fleet, we’re too close together!”

“Herr Admiral, we’re getting an incoming message from the Sverians,” the Leutnant suddenly said, much more calm then he’d expect, “apparently it was not the Rusklandrs but rather a mechanical failure on the parts of the Sverians.”

Thiele froze in surprise, before smiling.

When he had first seen those Sverian Cerberus-class battlecruisers he was impressed. Despite the mechanical fragility he knew that quadruple gun turrets presented, not to mention it’s rather lacklustre speed, they were still rather impressive warships considering the size and youth of the Sverians. In fact, they had made him rather fearful of the Sverian’s potential which may very well eclipse Wargloria’s naval capabilities in the far future.

But now, as he observed the smoking wreck that was one of these Sverian battlecruisers in the distance, he realised he had nothing to worry about.

“Ha, belay my orders, continue as we were,” Thiele chuckled, “Ah, it was as I always knew, those Sverians are still as incompetent as those Rannorians; they’ll never superceded Warglorian technology.”

“Herr Admiral!” The Leutnant exclaimed loudly, still professionally monotone though with a significantly more nervous edge to it then before, “we’ve received a message from the RKS Einsamer Stern and...well I think it’s better that you see for yourself.”

Thiele turned to the starboard port and raised his binoculars. He immediately froze up.

The RKS Einsamer Stern, one of the aforementioned obsolete Berliner-class Dreadnoughts, was listing heavily to its starboard side. He saw the many little black figures in the distance of Warglorian sailors running about in panic as the ship began to reveal its rusted, and rather clearly neglected, hull.

“What happened, a torpedo?” Thiele asked the Leutnant, his voice radiating with barely restrained anger.

“No Herr Admiral, there’s a breach in the hull,” the Leutnant replied, “apparently the Einsamer Stern hasn’t used its guns in a while and the sudden force from them being fired must have broken the, as you can see rather corroded and under maintenance, hull open.”

Thiele only clenched his binoculars tighter as the dreadnought listed ever further to its side. Some of the sailors even began jumping off the ship into the water, to which he heard a distant “WE AREN’T SINKING YET IDIOTEN, GET BACK ON BOARD!”

“Get the Einsamer Stern to cease firing and begin repairs immediately, with orders to beach itself if necessary!” Thiele finally stammered out angrily, “meanwhile, get the landing craft ready: nothing, not even this, will stop the invasion.”

---

0930 Hours
Sverian Landing Boats

Colonel Adrian von Klutz can only grimace as he and his men were to be sent to their first landing, the design of the ship was...unorthodox, it was quite tall up front, he could feel a thick layer of metal, the ship was kinda front-heavy as the ship leaned to the front a bit when they were lowered.

The explosion on board of SMS Pedoleon was surprising and shocking, but not as unexpected as the Berliner-Class listing to its port, that was not what he thought was possible at this time of day, but eh.

It’s the Warglorians, what else can he say?

"Who the hell designed this landing ship?" He could hear one of his subordinates ask in a confused tone.

Well, he couldn't blame them, from what the higher ups say, Adler Kruger had been tasked with drawing board designs. The landing boat's sailor, the driver or whatever had been placed by the back, hands on the Motor Engine.

It was a massive one, taking up a lot of space, but he could imagine how powerful they can be. 4 Salvoes resounded, he couldn't really care much, they thought of this as a secondary task.

The Turret destruction on the SMS Pedoleon had simply left a mark on how reliable the guns and shells can be. "Colonel Adrian!" Aboard the Ship, waving from above the Destroyer from the David-Class Destroyer, the badly named Fog. “We are going to begin the Operation! Brace yourself!”

“Alright! Men! I’m proud to have you people as my men in this…”

“Aye, sir, but still…” An officer spoke, “we’re lacking air superiority, what are we going to do?”

“Charge. Push forward. Skree! What else, boyo?!” The Colonel grinned at his subordinate. “We’re going to go through the crossfire, get down to the beach and set up a Safe Zone for the troops! From there, we’ll go in and then storm those Rusklandrs!”

“No prisoners?”

“We take prisoners,” the man rolled his eyes. “We need intel and someone to join our ranks possibly.”

“...But why?”

“Hell if I know, the High Command asked us for that, and I’m not High Command,”

“Ah…”

“Sir! The Operation is a go now!”

“Right! Driver! Sailor! Cap’n!? Let’s go! Go go go!” The chains that held them back were disengaged, the men quickly stumbled from the sudden change of the waves.

“Aye, sir!” The Driver/Sailor/Cap’n spoke as he quickly began to run the Motor, the whirring of it quickly let out a series of barks before they began to move, it was fairly fast for its size.

The speed was...decent, Adrian can say confidently, it was a good 20 knots, maybe not as fast as some of their ships, but considering how sometimes from heavy it is, he couldn’t fault them. The Motor’s momentum had brought it upwards, making it more steady and leveled than before. Weird designs these ships.

Now, they’re going for the shoreline, Bahamut bless them in these trying times.

---

0935 Hours
Warglorian Landing Craft

As the Sverian landing craft advanced, so did the Warglorian’s. Among those packed into the large steel craft that steadily began approaching the shore was one Hauptmann Erkhart Dirker. A member of the Marinesturmtruppen, the specialised amphibious landing unit of the Warglorian Wehrmacht, Dirker and the other thousand “Seesturmer” had been sent to support the landings and help in securing the coastline alongside their Sverian counterparts.

Dirker and many of the other men participating in this landing weren’t strangers to this type of operation. Years before, he and many of these same men had participated in the landings at Fengate during the Rannorian Intervention War, where tens of thousands of Seesturmers had participated in the landings, with Dirker having won an Iron Cross during the operation.

Dirker, adjusting the distinct navy blue uniform of the Marinesturmtruppen he wore, began bracing his mind for the landings that were to come. These things were also messy affairs, considering how bogged down a landing force could get. Yet hopefully the Rusklandrs would be just as disorganised as the Rannorians were in the previous landings.

Though, at the same time, things weren’t going as smoothly as those aforementioned landings. For one, there weren’t any ships exploding out of nowhere or sinking from nothing.

Dirker grimaced at the thought. The last time he’d seen the RKS Einsamer Stern was when he disembarked from it during the Rannorian landings. To see it in such a poor state made Dirker question the integrity of the Kriegsmarine: why let such a warship simply rot away? Was the Kriegsmarine’s budget really that stretched?

“Hey, Herr Hauptmann,” one of his fellow Seesturmer, a youngster, himself looking a bit small compared to the rest of the men, asked, “any news on the Einsamer Stern?”

“Not much,” Dirker simply replied, “last I heard emergency repairs were under way, but the leak has apparently filled their hull with too much water: they might have to abandon ship.”

“To see a battleship, even an old one, go down without a fight….”

“Hey, don’t worry, like you said it’s an old ship, it’s time just happened to come at an unfortunate time is all,” Dirker said, attempting to alleviate both the youngster’s, and his own, worries.

“WE’RE REACHING THE SHORE IN ONE MINUTE PEOPLE!” the landing craft’s driver shouted out.

“Alright, you know the drill people: we land, we get out of the water as soon as possible, if you don’t you’ll be a sitting duck” Dirker began, the entire crew of the craft turning to attention, “make sure to spread out and keep moving, once we get off the shore we regroup and secure the beach so the rest of our forces can land.”

“FIFTY SECONDS!”

“This your first landing?” Dirker asked the young Seesturmer.

“Jawohl, Herr Hauptmann,” the youngster piped eagerly with his high pitched voice, “Gefreiter Wilhelm Schultz, Herr Hauptmann, recently finished training a week ago!”

Dirker was a bit surprised to see such a young face among the mostly veteran Seesturmer around. He supposed that it couldn’t be avoided: men grow old after all.

“Well, Gefreiter, keep your head down and try to get out of the water and beach as fast as possible,” Dirker said, “Try to keep to cover, but if there’s none then try to zig zag as you run: it might put off the enemy’s aim.”

“FORTY SECONDS!”

“Thank you Herr Hauptmann,” Schultz replied, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Dirker nodded, as he looked down at the MP29 clutched in his hands. Looking over the sub-machine gun’s smooth curves and exceptionally well made metal components, Dirker appreciated the fact that the Marinesturmtruppen often got a higher priority when it came to high quality weapons, with many of the men carrying high quality and state of the art SMGs, LMGs and Semi-Auto rifles.

“MEIN GOTT!” Dirker’s thoughts were interrupted by a scream, “LOOK AT THE STARBOARD SIDE!”

“THIRTY SECONDS!”

Dirker looked to the starboard, his height allowing him to peak over the landing craft’s high walls. Just to the right of them, the Einsamer Stern was speeding full ahead, the ship’s twenty-one knot maximum speed allowing it to outpace the landing craft’s rather lacking seven knots.

“What are they doing?” Dirker muttered, as he saw the old dreadnought go at full speed towards the shore.

Dirker’s eyes widened.

“They wouldn’t….” Dirker exclaimed quietly to himself, as he finally understood the ship’s intentions.

“TWENTY SECONDS!”

It was with a loud CRASH and scraping of metal which confirmed Dirker’s fears. As the shoreline came into view, Dirker saw as the dreadnought rammed straight ahead into the beach, briefly lifting up its bow from the pure shock before the battleship began scraping inland before finally stopping, with about a quarter of the ship’s hull now out of the water and beached on the shore.

For a moment, Dirker simply looked on in shock.

“TEN SECONDS! GOOD LUCK!”

But that shock was quickly wiped away and was replaced with focus and grim determination. The surprised Rusklandrs began opening up machine guns from the shore, as stray bullets began hammering the landing craft’s steel hull. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed many sailors, armed with a variety of weapons, disembarking from the now beached Einsamer Stern to join in the landings.

“FIVE SECONDS!”

Dirker looked ahead, as the craft suddenly came to halt, having reached their destination.

He breathed in.

The landing doors deployed, and all hell let loose.

---

The Bog’s Coastline

Landing the ships, the Sverian Wikings quickly exited through the sides, the alloy doors held up before getting penetrated, the Rusklandrs were aiming for the front, thinking that they would immediately run from the front and not the sides.

The occasional firing from the Rusklandr’s bounced off the frontal armor despite the penetrating shots on the frontmost part. Adrian had to run his legs through the soaking cold water, fighting the momentum of the waves, the Wikings ran their legs before they ran towards some boulders and rocks.

The Rusklandr guns fired rang out constantly, the sound of shuffling feet came about, some men fell before the rifles that fired off, some of them bleeding on the ground. “On my mark! Every soldier present will provide covering fire against the Rusklandrs! All medics get ready to fetch every living man!”

Soldiers nodded at the voice, it boomed after all, meaning that many of them received it. Seeing that some Warglorians were going to land soon, they can see some injured soldiers slowly beginning to drag themselves across the sand, blood slowly painting the beach red.

“Now! Open fire!” The Sverian troops got out of cover, a few Machine gunners raised their MG30s before firing off, the bullets flew towards the Ruskladrs who presumably took cover from the hail of bullets, medical soldiers quickly jumped into action, each hauling with them any living soldiers that they could find.

“ARGH! MY LEG! MY LEG!” Adrian could only ignore those cries as the battle was still going, as the last of the medics got to the barriers, every soldier ducked to the barrier, some got shot by some stray bullets that the Rusklandrs had gotten through.

“Shit!”

“Fuck!” Splatter of blood and squelches of flesh meeting the ground resounded, a few got shot, a few heads to his side, he could see someone’s ear blown off, the piece of flesh dropped down to the beach. A painful hiss got through his lips, the pain was unbearable he could only imagine. Especially when the wounded was probably around his early twenties.

That man was quickly tended to by a medic, the Sverians can only wait for the Rusklandrs to finish their barrage. Reloading his SLG-29’s used magazine, his fellow men did the same.

And by the time they finished reloading, they could see some Warglorian Landing Boats, moving towards the beach, slowly, but steady. "'Bout time, the big boys arrive. Alright, the moment they get out of the boats, they could use some covering fire."

“Understood, sir!”

“Alright then, let’s make this one count. For unsere Kaiserin!”


“Trinitati Victoria!”

“And there’s a Dreadnought coming our way as well,” someone lazily pointed out.

“More people into the gutter then I suppose?” Adrian can only snort in amusement at his soldiers, even while watching other people suffering, they somehow can ease themselves rather easily by paying attention to other things than their suffering.

CRASH!

“More people into the gutter,” other soldiers confirmed with a nod of their heads, even the one screaming bloody murder was following in. By Bahamut’s grace, these people were out of their minds.

---

“Get to cover!” Dirker saw red as machine gun fires and rifle fires quickly splattered his fellow soldiers, riddling through them.

“Cover Fire!” The Sverians on the coast had quickly fired their own shots, causing partisans to take cover. He had to admit that they were quite useful when they are at the right place. “Get to cover!” As Warglorian troops got to cover behind a few boulders, some wounded Sverians waving as they were being treated.

“Bloody murder, what happened here?”

“It’s a landing, it’s supposed to be chaotic,” a Sverian shrugged as he loaded a magazine into his SLG29. “Hauptmann.”

“Colonel.” Dirker replied with a hint of respect. “What’s the situation?”

“We’re pinned, I don’t think I need to elaborate, we’re sitting ducks here.”

“I can see those parts, what do you have in mind?”

“Eh, the usual. Covering fire! We’re gonna advance as quickly as possible. No quarters!” The Colonel grinned. “On my mark!”

Soldiers quickly gathered their arms. “Forwards!”

And chaos ensued, machine gunners fired their machine guns, suppressing the enemy. Infantry men quickly hopped or run around their cover, men with submachine guns quickly fired off their guns to further suppress and cover their fellow soldiers.

Riflemen got to cover before some got fired upon by occasional fire from the partisans. “Verdammt!” A Warglorian cursed as a round whizzed by him.

“For unsere Kaiserin, forwards!” Sverians let out a battle cry as they charged, Dirker had not seen this tactic employed, ever since the Rannorian Conflict. But then again, some of them fell, they saw a similar fate to those who employed such a tactic back then.

But even then, the Sverians lunged and began to stab Rusklandrs, like their name implied, they acted like their namesake. Vikings. A barbaric, violent, yet effective nature. Warglorians followed suit as the Sverians acted as fodder units for them.

As the battle raged on, he could see employment of Sapper Rifles or as the Sverians call them, the AGGs in a very effective display of CQC. Bolting anyone, which were unfortunate. The battle was bloody, Sverians and Rusklandrs barbaricly fighting in a gruesome manner, one even brought an axe to the fight, severing a Rusklandr’s limbs before kicking the body down and splitting the head in two.

The employment of blunt improvised weapons made the Sverians even more dangerous as a rusty steel pipe came smashing down a Rusklandr’s throat, forcing him to cough blood before his eye was stabbed.

Improvised weapons were used when the Sverians were incapable of using their standard loadout. Officer swords were used, in a chaotic manner, this battle was not what he was used to, where soldiers were gunned down, this battle caused Dirker to see things in a different light.

Sverians were truly scary things in CQC combat. Some got stabbed, yet they kept on moving forth, fighting back as he saw one get stabbed by a bayonet on his stomach and he ripped that off and stabbed the perp back.

Many of the casualties were of CQC rather than gunshots. And by the end of the day, the partisans retreated, trying to get out of harms’ way as the Sverian Colonel whistled, a firing line formed as both Sverians and Warglorians fired against the partisans. They were on par at most, but Warglorians had used better made weapons, while Sverians having more of the obsolete, but viable weapons.

At the end of the day, there were more Sverian casualties than Warglorians. And most of the kills? Given to Sveria.

---

Carriebeanian Main Fleet
Flagship Baja California

Admiral Prinz von Wall sucked on the cigar like a baby would on a freshly minted bottle of milk or pacifier. He was lost in deep thought. ‘Was this just an astute moment of devilish opportunism on behalf of some geopolitical bullshit? Could it be a more meaningful ideals of fucking about with the Carriebeanian diplomatic ties to random ass states?’ The Admiral pondered, scratching his chin, deeply lost in his own thoughts. It was this concentration that made him infamously easy to startle, with von Wall almost being a replacement for famous Carriebeanian fainting goats tourists were charged thousands of Sais for to see.

Soon he would find a comforting shoulder by his second in command, Vice Admiral Michale Harrison. However, this comfort turned into more of a startled scare as the man pressed a bit too hard, frightening the elderly commander of the fleet.

“Fucking hell Mike, you tryin’ to give me a goddamned heart-attack?!”

“I’m just letting you know Wall, the fleet’s holding steady at twenty two knots.” Wall soon looked at what Harrison had been carrying with a sly grin. Taking the piping hot cup of coffee from the man and replying with a simplistic nod of the head, he looked up and around at the bridge.

The helmsman was only slightly drunk, a far better improvement over his previously blind contemporary, whose fate was sealed when Wall grew impatient of his erratic maneuvers and simply had him fed to the large bear onboard in the hull for his own amusement. Was it a little mad? Yes. Was it Carriebeanian crazy? Just the right amount to be honest.

“So much for a Naval Exercise Hound.” The helmsman muttered under his breath while glancing at the latest chart for course corrections to avoid the accidental asswhooping that had amounted to the admiral’s animosity towards Allen the altering alcoholic. Alternation’s fun yes? No? Well fuck you. Returning to the situation at hand, he looked at a dusty book containing the Carriebeanian Order of Battle.

While Carriebean contained it’s single aircraft carrier in the fleet, a converted paddle wheel steamer rather than a fully fleshed out flattop to fly off fucking fighters from. The torpedo bomber/fighter/practical Sverian army knife of the Shark sat idly, with little movement being seen on the decks from the flight crews, anti aircraft gunners or even the mechanics or pilots of such contraptions. The still rusting Empress of the Seas’s boilers burned with passion as the twin propellers spun with a vengeance to will the ship to keep up with the fleet. However, the lighter carriebeanian “Baby Battleships” ignored the demands of Wall to maintain formation, so they were the first ships to close to the coast.

If someone thought that anything less than thirty knots was slow, they clearly have not been introduced to the Carriebeanian Navy. Consisting of much older armored cruisers, protected cruisers that would feel more at home in the late 1800s rather than the early twentieth century and even torpedo boat rafts launched from an antiquated mother ship with enough mechanical malaise to go around. Often the larger Carriebeanian battleships could only muster 20 knots, though they were known for at least maintaining this speed for a solid few hours owing to creative carriebeanian accounting to avoid taxes.

Two of the much older Coastal Defense Ships crashed into one another. One minute the sailors on board the Haakon were snoozing like pieces of lettuce scraped across too many leather wallets and the next they were struggling in the water as their former abode was sold to developers in wet real estate known as the ocean. As many Carriebeanian sailors had no idea what swimming was (you’d think that was a requirement in the navy), only fourteen of the 208 enlisted were fished out of the water from the Haakon’s wreckage. Officers fared much better, with all twelve being rescued by the snooty commodore of torpedo boat destroyer, T-8.

Onboard the four baby battleships, a scene of excitement, trepidation and concern all rolled into a bunch of sweaty, allegedly gay sailors that shared bunks with one another. Their 11 inch twin turrets soon swung out to the faint shapes of dry land in between the rather thick amount of fog. Soon enough, twenty four eleven inch barrels completed their necessary rotations, with the order to fire hinging on one man-

BOOM

Or you could just fire without telling me. Assholes. Such assholes grew impatient not only with the seemingly cautious attitudes of their commander, but the annoying voice of the narrator which I can assure you is wonderful. Soon, the 11 inch guns cracked to life, sounding like the sound of someone beating a frozen fish or wooden pipe (don't ask even I don't know) on an amanzo slave’s flailed skin adorning a drum. The shells were joined with the sounds of smaller 3 inch batteries cracking to life as many guns went off, their projectiles arcing in the air and splashing down short in columns of water. Other ammunition lived for longer, impacting with vibrational flashes of dust and dirt into the Island.

Such explosions that would make a local amazon minstrel show director giddy with excitement was unfortunately obscured by the nightly atmosphere. At least it seemed to be night. It could have been the early hours of the morning and Admiral Prinz von Wall still wouldn't have given a damn.

“Shit, we can’t see anything, all ships activate search lights to see what we’re firing at.”

When the lights were switched on, several sailors grew anxious, and so blasted their own allies, with several carriebeanian smaller vessels receiving multiple machine gun and artillery rounds to their hulls, decorating the decks with the blood of the enlisted and the occasional bloody brain of an officer.

One Carriebeanian destroyer grew nervous at a shape attempting to ram his ship, so loosed off torpedoes that simply thudded against the hull of the unknown shape, now picking up speed. It was too late to maneuver farther, so he threw his hand at the engine order telegraph, throwing up the propellers while personally shoveling coal into the roaring furnace, he even had enough time to order a pizza and drink a nice beer, so it wasn't all bad.

Soon the bad happened as the ship was split in two by… a Carriebeanian Battlecruiser. As the name Hook appeared emblazoned in large capital letters by the rather fancy interior lights of the sinking destroyer, the captain latched onto a rope and was dragged under the ship.

Soon the local flag was triumphantly raised… and no one saw it because it was getting dark. So radio silence had to be broken. Ok that’s a lie since the Carriebeanian Navy doesn't use radios, it still uses the telegraph.

STOP-ALL SHIPS CEASE FIRE-FULLSTOP

After a full minute of the crazies continuing to pour shellfire into islands or their own allies, a silence fell over the Carriebeanian fleet. Despite the ferocity of the fire, Carriebeanian aim proved to be a saving grace, with only a handful of shots striking directly, with five dozen more glancing or close calls in the light minute fire fight. It was with that Admiral Prinz von Wall took a deep breath before the ship rumbled violently, forcing the man to grip in his command chair tightly.

“Enemy Counter-batteries opening fire! First salvo slammed into the engine room. Assessing damage!” One of the elderly sounding veterans gruffed out from a shouting tube to the bridge.

“Bridge acknowledges, do your duty down there.”

“Sir!”

As Prinz von Wall sat back in his command chair, he looked over the enemy counter battery fire, shown by flashes of opposing light.

“I thought the goddamned Nihonians were taking them out?”

“You must mean the Warglorians sir.”

“Nips-Krauts, same thing. Just be ready to poke their goddamned eyes out with a Canister shot.”

With that, the Battleship’s 13 inch forward battery screamed to life nine minutes after switching to the other ammunition. The canister shot spread out like someone throwing hundreds of pebbles across the water, though the projectiles maintained speed to rip through unprotected bunkers and trenches of the Rusklandr defenses.

“This is a good idea, signal the Armored Cruisers to reply with canister.”

In less time than for him to have a shower, by the time Prinz von Wall got a towel on his body, the Armored and Protected Cruisers were maneuvering closer to the shoreline, being able to make out individual enemy’s owing to their close proximity.

They also were able to make out numerous torpedoes and mines that sat deadly by. “Able to make out” being Carriebeanian lingo for “they just fucking rammed into it and sunk like a bunch of fucking idiots.” A Carriebeanian Protected Cruiser was hit in the stern and capsized in less than a minute, with only two of the five hundred man crew onboard being fished from the now nervous captains of the force.

“Ah sugar frosted tit sandwiches, tell them to call off the close broadsides.” After much cursing by various sailors on board the flagship, the semaphore system was hoisted up to read:

“Protected Cruisers withdraw from the coast- allow landing parties to die for the amusement of the admiral.”

It was with that the Straggling force of now seven protected cruisers and six armored cruisers began their maneuver to port, away from the enemy’s coastline while expanding the last of their ammunition on one side.

What constituted a Carriebeanian “landing craft” was very much open to interpretation. This left numerous private yachts, sailboats, row boats and the occasional powered craft to be classified and jettisoned, loaded with local sailors armed with rifles, colt revolving carbines, local revolvers and some good old fashioned pre-lit dynamite.

When the premature detonation of three rowboats and the loss of sixty sailors with guns was enough to convince the next batch that lighting the dynamite prematurely was actually a bad idea, the invasion was a complete clusterfuck. Some landing craft lacked paddles, so the crews used both their hands and their rifles to steer onto the landing sites. There had been no overall plan, just to land in the vague direction at the last minute and to get the Idiot Quota of the Carriebeanian Population up by a point with the murderer of local village dumbasses known as sailors.

Some sailors had even been equipped with ancient flintlocks and muskets, their weapons useless when even the tiniest splash of water affected their rocky boat ride from the ship to the coast. Those that made it to the coast weren't much better. The boats were upturned to provide some cover, though the enemy had a fairly good defensive position of high ground and troops that knew what they were doing. The sporadic attempts at machine gun fire by desperately drunker Carriebeaner sailors sealed the fate of the invasion force.

After just eleven minutes, the bugle call was given to retreat. Nearly a thousand strewn corpses littered a two mile stretch of less than a hundred dilapidated row boats. The only success the force had was the suicide bombing via an infant of a Rusklandr gun crew caught unprepared by the tactic. Besides that, the casualties were incredibly one sided. Carriebeanian survivors swore they killed at least twenty enemy combatants, while confirming the loss of one thousand, three hundred and ninety eight comrades in arms or assholes with the same nationality.

The hundreds to low thousands of strewn sailor’s bodies along the coast was enough to make a grown Rusklandr cry, and enough to infuriate Vice Admiral Prinz von Wall, whose eyeballs were embedded in the binocular pair slung around his neck. He sighed bitterly, before snapping for a cigar, impatient waiting for a frightened aide to hand him his tobacco nirvana.

“Well, that went about as well as it could have gone,” an aide replied, still racking up the various casualties with a mental abacus.

“Ya think?!” The admiral screamed, now enraged.

The aide simply lent his arm on Wall and pointed at the two dazed and tired looking marines. The pair barely managed to snappily salute, with their arms straining to maintain the pose even for but a moment.

“Midshipmen 2nd Class Karl Fletcher and Midshipmen 1st Class Roman Katamori.”

“Sir!” Both men exclaimed through their still tired lungs and traumatized minds.

“You have done your country proud. Tell me, was it hell?”

“Worse than that sir. When my force landed, we were in pretty rough waters. The guy next to me got his lungs caved in by a slew of bullets, so I had to just toss the body in the water and grab the oar. We rowed for longer and longer until we got beached, I was about to get out when the boat in front of me started throwing pre-lit dynamite everywhere.”

“So then you played dead and that’s when we found you. Consider yourself lucky. When I was in the war, I had to eat a fucking c-”

The abrupt sound of a few boat horns forced his attention away from the tale of survival to military matters.

“Now hold on there son, I’ve got to see who in the sam hell is blowin’ their fuckin’ horn at a Carriebeanian Battleship!” With clear frustration in his voice, he walked past the traumatized pair of military survivors and looked through his pair of binoculars.

What he was looking at were five old paddle wheel steamers flying the Carriebeanian black, white and red naval jack at the stern, their propulsion churning up the waters around as the force slowly maneuvered closer to the Carriebeanian fleet.

Admiral Prinz von Wall noticed the grey uniforms of the men aboard and smiled. It was the reinforcements that Carriebean City and the Emperor had boasted about. Clearly they had been delayed.

“It’s about time. Tell them to land their forces where those Warglorians are forming up at a beach head.”

“Sir!” Captain Freis Mannchister is requesting where to deploy the soldiers.”

Wall simply looked out at the faint explosions and distant roars of gunfire, illuminated by various fires the guns of the allied fleet had started. He extended his arm out and uttered a slew of insults and a tirad of threats at the direction of the first poor Carriebeanian sailor that had stood in the way.

“Do you have cotton in your fucking ears? I said we’d deploy and march alongside the Warglorians, now move your fucking asses before I shove my foot so far up it you’ll be vomiting out shoe polish for a fucking week!”

“Holy shit, uh, yes sir!”

---

5th Safe Zone of The Bog

With the Sverians and Warglorians running around, Adrian watched as he took a smoke of his cigarette, trying to burn the image of the dying soldiers into his mind to normalize it. “Colonel, sir!” A soldier came to greet him with a salute on his head.

“Soldier.” The man saluted back at him. “Situation Report?”

“We’ve captured the beaches, the 3rd and 5th Arméfördelningen had landed on the beaches, our Division was ordered to aid on securing the beach heads, sir,” the man laid out the orders from the higher ups, Adrian simply took another intake of his cigarette before puffing out some smoke.

“Securing the beach heads, why am I not surprised?”

“They also plan to send the Pansarfördelningen in with the Walküres,” Adrian raised his eyebrows, nearly choking on the smoke he exhaled. “S-Sir?!”

“Don’t,” he coughed out some smoke, “mind me, soldier,” he recomposed himself from the shock. “The Walküres, aye?”

“Aye, sir.”

“I wonder how they can keep up with us, but besides that, what are the official casualties on our side?”

“Err, we have five dead men, a few hundred wounded, but would live,” the man looked a bit unnerved.

“I see…” sighing again, he dropped his cigarette before killing it off with a shuffle as it was stomped under his boot. “Well, we have some work to do.”

“Aye, sir!”

“Onto it then!”

“Aye, sir!”

---

As Sverian troops passed through the coastline, they came across multiple statues of war memorials, tired men who fought countless battles, statues built after peace grew out of the two nations of Aclus, the Nation with the most powerful of Navy, and the former Nation of Ruskland, which had fallen. Some soldiers stopped by to honor the memories of those who had fallen before them in these very lands. The land around them laid devastated, and that were the memorials left by the previous wars on these very soil.



Only when they die, do soldiers finally can rest with ease.

And for Sverians, they often respect their elders, Sverian or not, Warglorian or not, they are their elders of the previous generations and they shall be honored for their courage and bravery. "Aten hut! Continue the march, comrades. The time to pay respects are finished. Continue on." And at the end, they will find their peace and goal of life.

[Baharuthia]

Inner Region of The Bog

The cold winter blizzard roared as despite being in the middle of the year, the weather had not changed up, a few men light heartedly joked about their situation. A good sense of humor was needed to survive within these bloody conditions.

Infantry men began to work their way through the frozen land of the Bog. “Come on, keep up, soldiers!” The Sverian Leutnant, Wilbur Antova spoke as he and his Sverian troops began to traverse through the barely visible roads. Wearing their heavy and warm uniform, they stopped as the soldiers had to struggle on looking through their surroundings.

“This winter’s worse than ours!” a soldier commented on the current situation.

“Yeah, tell us something we don’t know,” a fellow soldier rolled his eyes over.

“Sir?” his subordinate questioned as the man looked through his binoculars. “Have you found something?”

“Nay nay, map reader?”

His right hand man, map reader Tonius Alkay had to wipe off some snow off the map, placing it by the ground with stones placed on its corners. “According to the map, outdated as it may be, the nearest town will be a few clicks in front of us.”

“A few clicks...define a few clicks? I need more specific numbers.”

“Two or three.”

“More like it, men! We begin our movement!” the soldiers got up, some of them sneezing, giving away the fact that they were Southerners. “By the evening dusk, we will reach the town and occupy it. Save your rations.”

“Aye…” The white uniform blended nicely with the area, although some wore the additional Warglorian Field Gray coat below their white jackets.

“The blizzard’s slowly dying out…” an insightful man muttered as the hail of snow began to slow down in frequency. The vision around them began to clear out as they began to climb a hill before Wilbur ushered his men to stay down, while he got up.

Binoculars in front of his eyes, he could see a fortified town, well...fortified wreck of a town anyways. Seems like the chaos still spread like he had expected, a falling society’s to be. He could see some people outside, taking guard duties, wearing white uniforms to keep themselves from the cold.

“Damn these bunch, they aren’t amateurs as well…” he muttered to himself. “Alright, men, we’re going in. Stray off the path, we know where we’re going.”

“So stick by the trees?”

“Stick by any shade, keep your profile low and don’t fire until I say otherwise.” Some of the soldiers were recruits, which would possibly mean a disarray of order. This won’t be fun for him.

The men began to slowly traverse off the trail and began to move towards the surrounding woods, slowly moving forth towards the town, going through the thick blanket of snow before gunfire rang out through the fields. Bullets ran amok as the soldiers had to duck down.

“How did they spot us!?”

“Damn, they’re far more perceptive than I give them credit for!” Men began shouting their comments.

“Everyone shut the fuck up! Run!” taking off, soldiers followed their lead. “Split up and cover more ground! Schnell!” whistles rang through as mortar shells made impact with the ground. “MG Squad! Provide Covering Fire!”

“Jawohl!” the MG squad quickly laid down upon a suitable foxhole that they found, preparing it, the MG34 was quickly manned before it went live. The barrage of 7.92mm Mauser cartridges went rampant as the Rusklandrs had to hide to avoid being shot by 7.92mm rounds, which were awfully painful to be hit by.

“Move!” Storming through the heavy snow, the dozens of Sverians began making their way towards the disembodied fortified town. Arming themselves with SLG-29s, Kar98As and ASG09s, despite the Warglorians already retiring them, the Sverians found some good use for them.

Firing on the move only proved to be sufficient for covering fire as no shots were accurate to hit any of the partisans. Combinations of different cartridges scattered as the men took position by some cover in the form of walls and some sandbags.

“Damn these guns can be inaccurate.”

“When was firing on the move being accurate?” another soldier rolled his eyes.

“Good point,” the other soldier gave a thoughtful look.

“Oh shit, is that a cannon they’re bringing?” a soldier commented as the Rusklandrs seemingly brought out a clothed carriage before unsheathing it. It was quite an impressive cannon to be honest.

“That’s a cannon.”

“Beautiful one, I didn’t know Rusklandrs can still build that sort of thing.”

“It’s Ruskland, get used to it.”

“Good convo, buddies, but for now. Skree!”

The cannon was quickly loaded with its munition of whatever size it was and the soldiers ran out of their cover as it was blown to bits. “That’s one mighty cannon.”

“Y’all are weird ass Schiffhunds!” A Warglorian blood yelled.

“Uncultured swine!” A squad of four quickly hid behind a cover before the frontmost basically laid down, gun up front, the second crouched a bit over the first, the third kneeled above the guy and the fourth basically poked his body out of the formation of bodies that were riped for the picking.

Too bad they had to go through a firestorm of 7.92mm and 6.5mm cartridges. “Open fire!” The Rusklandrs were quickly riddled with a hailstorm as the four boys just simply pulled the trigger at the forming Rusklandrs.

“Yeet that grenade up, Sven!”

“Aight, here comes the boom!” a soldier got a hold of his Model 1924 Bundle Grenade, then igniting the fuse before throwing it. The bundle made impact just around the cannon, and when it exploded, the total of 7 grenades strapped to one stick fully destroyed the Infantry Support gun.

“Oh hey! Our panzers arrived!” true to the man’s words, a platoon of four tanks, made of the Warglorian Panzer II and IIIs, three being light tanks and one medium tank. The lighter tanks quickly fired their autocannons towards the buildings, the Panzer III just fired off an AP round that quickly went through the building.

“Fuck, that went right through.”

“We can see that.”

“Alright, all units! Forwards! Charge!” The soldiers began yelling their battle cries before they ran towards the Rusklandrs, who fired against them. In an enclosed town, Sverians were often used to this kind of environment. Mostly when they were taught by an Anti-Guerilla Instructor.

Often preferring their light weight, Sapper Rifles, Rifles which were cut to a smaller size, made for compact keeping and great mobility. It used the same cartridge of the standard Rifle, making them a good sidearm for Riflemen who want more stopping power on their sidearms.

But in a CQC situation, when they hit, they were painful, despite their lacking accuracy, the Sapper Rifles or their official name, the AGG, Abgesägtes Gewehr was a preferred weapon of Storm Regiments and Engineers.

Only a few soldiers were armed with bayonets as they charged, Rusklandrs were quickly overwhelmed, soldiers charged and jumped at the partisans. Bayonets quickly stabbed the men and women defending their town.

Both sides devastated each other, as the Panzers were mighty, Rusklandrs proved themselves to be a treacherous force to be reckoned with.

A squad of the skiers dashed through the Infantry lines and to the Panzer Platoon before throwing molotov cocktails, setting a Panzer II on fire, the fire spread to the engine before clogging it. The crew had lost power, causing them to bail out and get shot to oblivion by partisans.

The surviving crew quickly tried to manually turn the turret before firing off the 20mm cannon on the turret. Letting a ripping noise that shred through some partisans. The surviving crew then got out before joining the battle, taking a tree trunk, one of them opted to swing at a skier, getting him off his skis before getting his face bashed by said trunk.

The battle went on as both sides ripped each other apart, officer swords were drawn as Leutnant Wilbur drew his own and slashed at a Rusklandr’s back as he tried to wrestle a Sverian soldier of his into the mud, trying to drown him or suffocate him.

Whatever the word is, he slashed the perpetrator’s back and held him by the neck before pulling him back and stabbing him by the face, twisting the blade, the bloody squelch got to his ears. “Thanks, Leutnant…” the soldier coughed, wiping the mud off his face. Pulling his blade out of the man’s bloody face, he responded.

“Get to the others, regroup and get your damn rifle,” taking out his C96, he emptied a clip on an offending partisan trying to get a potshot at him. Sheathing his blade, the partisans were quickly shredded apart as reconnaissance aircrafts fired their machine guns. Two Albatross L 77vs swooped and fired their 7.92mm machine guns at the partisans in green coats.

Sverian troops quickly finished the battle by firing at the last few Rusklandrs before they had to take a breather.

---

Carriebeanian Expeditionary Force to the Bog

With such expert directions as to “land where the Warglorians were”, there was little wonder that no Carriebeanian lifeboat was devoured by the gods of water or crashed into the sides of another beach. It was a miracle, probably brought about by divine providence or a fleeting moment of Carriebeanian competence, an oxymoron if any sane person had seen a Carriebeaner in combat.

The combined fleet of Carriebeanian capital ships, destroyers and armored cruisers kept up a withering, if mostly inaccurate pepper of shells on the Bog. It was not a matter of accuracy, but of durability, with many carriebeanian projectiles slamming into the earth with faulty fuses or delayed timers. They had inadvertently laid their own minefields with unpredictable shell craters with live rounds that looked uneasily at the soldiers.

Despite this, Tensun Commander 2nd Class Barry Tillman was the most frightened of the bunch. The prospect of allied ships leveling Carriebeanian forces almost made him faint. Helped up by a lower soldier, the man saluted before the force straggled forwards in a haphazard formation that would make even the most casual strategists want to scream internally.

The force dissolved into brief clusterfucks of twenty men, with a single machine gun between three clusterfuck units. He soon ducked down in a nearby trench to loom over a small map laid out on a cardboard box.

“Hmm, Sverian forces are here, we just barely got our fat asses off the landing boats and are forming up now.”

He examined a rusty nail clipper to the north of a tin man that represented the Carriebeaners.

“Who’s this?”

“That would be the Sverians, they’re pushing their forces to a fortified town held by the Rusklandrs.”

“Hmm, Do we have any horses that made the trip?”

The officer looked around the area and flashed a toothy grin.

“Five hundred currently landed, another five hundred still on the boats waiting to land.”

“Well tell them to get their heads out of their asses and back us up for fucks sakes!” Tillman barked out, clearly irritated.

“The plan is-”

“The plan is simple, we send half of our calvary to a fortified town to assist the Sverian forces.”

“That will mean two hundred and fifty mounted.”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll dispatch two hundred less as a start. Inform the 25 riders to make like hell to prop up Sverian forces near a town, fight dismounted if you need to.”

As the officer saluted, Tillman reached in his pocket for a cigarette, feeling only air on his fingers.

“Fucking hell, cheap ass jacket.” He complained while rummaging through a small wardrobe of clothes on the ground that smelt the least bad to put on as a replacement.

---

Captured Fortified Town

“So we’re done?”

“We’re done.”

“You sure?”

“Fairly sure.”

“Have you turned every stone?”

“Sir, no offense, but I don’t think they have small men under those tiny rocks.”

“But the boom boom babies!”

“Sir, boom boom babies are only a show back at home.”

“They look fucking realistic!”

“Unviable tactic, sir.”

The Mad man, named Mad Maximillian had been running his mouth, even as a Colonel, he was still a stupid ass man as his men often rumor him as. It took no genius to figure that the man was insanely paranoid and quite imaginative. “But-!”

“Sir, with all due respect, my men had turned every stone over, crowbarred every plank in every house, broke every chimney that might house dynamites, rummage through firewood for possible sabotage. There is nothing else to be worried about.”

“...Then the only thing we need to worry about are the Carriebeanians.”

“Carrie-what sir?”

“Have you been living under a rock, Leutnant Becker?”

“...Is that a rhetorical question, sir?”

“Haha, no.”

“Then no.”

“Oh, then in that case, the Carriebeanians are people apparently more insane than me, and yes, I do have ears to hear, Leutnant.”

“I did not doubt that, sir.”

“I doubt that.”

“So, where are the Warglorians?” the man had to change the subject when he was slowly realizing he wasn’t gonna get anywhere with the Mad man.

“Oh, those top brass? Apparently citing invasion through Rußkland.”

“Rußkland?”

“Have you been living under a rock?”

“Sir, I have answered that.”

“I’m doubting your answer.”

“So what’s their verdict?”

“They ram through the land and take them. Easy colonization.”

“Considering the costs?”

“I’m not the Warglorians, now am I, chap?”

“YEE HAW, MOTHERFUCKERS!” a distant voice, resembling a Manticoran or Aclusian accent came through, to be honest, they didn’t know what kind of accent it was, but sounded English enough…

But he didn’t know much so that was a guess of some sort…

---

Carriebeanian 14th Independent Mounted Riflemen Fireteam

Benson Freikmann’s ass really hurt in the saddle of the poor, exhausted horse. He had hastily been shipped off for military combat with an enemy that had impressive fortifications. While his overall tactical decisions were left up to him, his overarching goal in this maneuver was to “establish contact with the enemy or allied units and to pursue them vigorously.”

Such a vague term well suited the Carriebeanian high command, with hopes of shooting their own allies or increasing the intelligence in the casualties of the village idiots that proudly volunteered for such suicide missions. Finally restraining the poor beast with a tug on the reigns, it slowed to a more manageable trot as both the rider and beast panted heavily from the spirited jog. When he finished catching his breath, he brought out his telescope and brought it to his eyepatch.

Confident in not seeing anything, he unsheathed his sword and readied his handgun, ending up dropping the damn thing, setting it off with a loud bang.

“YEE HAW, MOTHERFUCKERS!” With a boisterous screech from his second in command ruining Benson’s eardrums, he had no other choice but to rally the tiny command and charge directly at the enemy position.

Gunshots soon filled the air, often with a mixture of white powder that obscured the aim and advance of the tiny Carriebeanian Force. Soon enemy fire replied with shocking accuracy, as six horsemen dropped to the ground within moments. Two more were ensnared on barbed wire, and another mounted gunner shot himself with his gun by accident. The remaining sixteen men on horseback howled with a vengeance as Benson barked out.

“Come out you Black and Tans! Forwards with your guns, fists and clubs! We’re not surrendering goddamnit! Death is preferable to capture by these cthulhu worshipping motherfuckers!”

“We’re fighting those motherfuckers you dumb shit.”

A familiar voice jarringly stuck in Benson’s ears as he abruptly halted his horse. He was about to signal for a ceasefire when two gunshots entered his ears and left his brain, forcing the Carriebeanian mounted commander to fall off of his horse and kiss the sweet mother earth for the last time.

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Sverian POV

"Sweet Bahamut!" Sverian soldiers armed themselves back as a few of their own had fired off their rifles. "Stand down! Stand down!" The Leutnant yelled.

"Who the fuck ordered you to fire!?" A minor miscommunication quickly resulted on the death of the allied Carriebeanian Commander. "For fuck's sake! Medic! Bahamut damn it!" Mad Maximillian looked at the perps. "I know you boys are professional marksmen, but are you that trigger happy!?"

"He's passed!" The medic yelled, announcing the man's status.

"Fuck! You two!" The Mad man barked at the two soldiers, "will be having a minor talk on your fingers…"

"Whatever do we do, Colonel!?" A nervous soldier yelped, terrified at the sudden friendly fire.

"Assess the situation, how many down?"

"Ten dead cavalry...errr, one got shot by his own gun? Err, I...how is that possible?"

"Carriebeanians…" the mad man sighed as he got to the dead Commander before shutting his eyes. "Rest in peace, you glorious sonuvabitch."

"Also three wounded on our side."

"Are the ones on barbed wires recoverable?"

"Unlikely."

"Why?"

"They...err, somehow...I...don't know how they tangled themselves and basically killed themselves by struggling…"

…

This was a lesson for many Sverians who doubted this bit.

The Newne Carriebeanians' worst enemies were themselves.

[Baharuthia]

Conclusion of the Ruskland Invasion, 2nd January 1934 - 19th May 1934

After the chaotic landing and the trial of the KrugerLandingKraft-1932 was deemed a success with three lost in action due to engine failures.

The WKS Einsamer Stern had been beached by the coast of the Bog, serving as the remnants of the Invasion, a pedestal and monument of those who were lost in reclaiming the Olden Territories of the former Kingdom of Bruslen.

Warglorian Land Forces blitzed through their Colony State of Rußkland, encircling and capturing states as best as they could. Taking the State of the Mess in two months due to heavy weather, then the invasion of the Sibir which were delayed due to aggressions from local fauna species.

On that reason, Wargloria had stopped the invasion of the Sibir immediately and proposed to be content with it as their government had dictated.

Newne Carriebean Forces had majorly inflicted heavy casualties amongst themselves for the record, the Sverian Government was…

No words can describe their feelings, was it embarrassment? Awe? Stupefied? Not even Adler Kruger could express himself.

In any case, the total casualties to the Invasion were mostly 5,500 Sverians, 1,500 Warglorians and estimatedly 10,500 Carriebeanians. For Sverians and Warglorians, 75% were merely wounded, 18% MIA and the rest KIA. Same could not be said about the Carriebeanians. 80% Death Toll and 20% on Et Cetera.

Overall Report, a successful and decisive victory for Sveria's first taste of warfare.

The SMS Pedoleon is sent to Dockyards Altrius for Recovery and Repairs as did SMS Behemoth, Cerberus and Hydra to retrofit current armaments and powerplants. Estimating a year of work to be fully serviceable by Late 1934.

Assessment of the Panzer II G-II left a bitter taste on Adler Kruger, getting him to develop a weird take on the vehicle. Two models of it were designed, one being a carrier of a 30mm autocannon and the other being a 5cm AT cannon for a main gun.

The suspension was replaced by interleaving wheels and the powerplant fitted with a bigger one. Tank Designers refitted these models and were capable of building a prototype by September 1934, to which the 5cm was accepted whereas the 3cm Autocannon bearer was shelved till further notice.

Prototype Aircraft Carrier, Nordwind performed well as a starter Aircraft Carrier, the ship was noted to be too short for standard aircrafts to launch off it.

Interests in Manticoran Naval Catapult system increased as Sverian engineers were not capable of developing said equipment in such short notice. With Warglorian interests, Sveria has been accepted into being exposed to such information.

Infantry Divisions performed over expectations, quality of the soldiers had contributed to less deaths. The Nation however continues to mourn for the loss of some of their best soldiers.

Victoria Ainz von Bahamut announced in her speech at the end of the War, "I…with most sorrow and gratitude, thank all those soldiers who had entered service and those who had died in the line of duty, I owe them my gratitude and my thanks, for they had brought us back our glorious lands, however those deaths were not replaceable. I offer thy people my sincerest apology of not being able to guarantee their safety...nor their chances of returning. For that I apologize on behalf of the government…for failing those who didn't need to die."

It was soon followed by the lists of soldiers who had perished in the line of duty, the ceremony to which the Kaiserin offered a rose to each coffin, onlookers watched as the Queen spoke her prayers, blessing those who had died for a suitable place in the afterlife if there were. As rain poured, she still prayed for those, without an umbrella, despite her guardians using them.

---

Peace Treaty of Lennoria

The Protectorate of Sveria will annex The Bog as a Colony State and rename it to Scinfaxi

The Second Warglorian Empire will annex parts of the Mess and some parts of the Sibir

Newne Carriebean will annex parts of the Sibir

[Baharuthia]

Nordmark, State of Sveria

By the next day however. The morning glow envelops the land of Sveria. The same dawn as always. A repetition continuing throughout the day. They lived at the very moment of the present. Always facing the unseen wind of today. And all that Victoria ever wanted to see on her people's faces were their smiles.

An idealistic yet foolish ideal, a hypocrite so to say.

Yet she still does so.

Continuing to do what she could do, to strive for a day where there was no fighting, where everyone was waiting and hoping for a bright future. For the power to commit kindness to not be distinguished. She was certain that the voices would break through those barriers of the era, the moment they could change the world for the better. How ironic. With a Kaiserin with a pure heart and the soldiers with bloodlust to fight teeth to nail for their nation. Adler Kruger can only accompany her as she walks down the street of Sveria.

"So, you're still going to commit to your promise?"

"Geez, Adler." She elbowed him by his side.

"Oi, knock it off already." The woman was dressed in a simple brown coat, a wool hat on her head with a bright blue scarf, a pair of brown trousers. The woman rolled her eyes before feeling her scarf.

"These are nice clothes, thanks for getting them for me.”

“Yeah yeah, I still think that you should just wear your royal uniform.”

“Can’t.”

“Why?”

“I wanna feel like a commoner again! It’s so relaxing to walk around as if you have no responsibility!” She twirled around, a smile on her face. “Don’t you know how great it feels?”

“I know…”

“And how am I supposed to know how my people live if I don’t blend in again at this time of day?”

"Ask your staff."

"I don't trust them."

"How about me?"

"Haha, not in a million years." Adler scrunched his face into a pained expression as she laughed on his expense.

"That was painful to hear."

"And more from where they come from." She elbowed him once again.

"You're still short though." He took a potshot, Victoria immediately reddened.

"Stop bringing that up!" Victoria pouted at the man, who laughed at her expense. "It's getting
old."

"I see your sense of humor hasn't aged very well." The brunette smiled sweetly.

"Haha, very funny," the queen rolled her eyes.

"Have you gotten used to living as a Kaiserin?"

"Hell no, I think I made that clear," her immediate response came thundering down. "I was just an ordinary girl a few years before then I was this queen who oversees the people's happiness."

"Not too good for your ego, huh?"

"Again, very funny. I wholeheartedly suggest you be a comedian rather than a Minister of Justice."

"Aww, I would, but then, no one would watch your back."

"I can watch my own back."

"But not wash it."

"...Don't bring that up." Victoria's face reddened in embarrassment. "So...err, were your blueprints...accepted?"

"Surprisingly...they even said they were viable…" the man whistled jovially. "It made my day."

"Is that so?" She asked before smiling. "I see…"

"See what?"

"Nothin'," she deflected the question before changing the subject immediately. "How about you treat me to a coffee store, I heard that the Latte's good on the new Manticoran Leeway Cafe."

"Manticore had a Cafe here? Why am I not informed of this?" His face looked obviously like he was sus of something.

"You're Minister of Justice, not Minister of Cafe, dummy. Come on, you treat me to it," she grabbed the man's arm. "I wanna try the white coffee, no, the latte! Maybe the Caramel Macchiato!"

"Slow down! I can't keep up!" He often stumbled as the woman pulled him further on through the streets.

"Boohoo, a man can't keep up with a woman? Wimp." She gave out a tongue at him.

"I swear to Bahamut, woman, you're one of the worst."

"Bite me."

"I already did!"

"That was a bite? That was a nibble! Weak!"

The woman laughed as she dragged the man through the streets, laughing at his expense.
At the end of the day, Victoria drank black coffee, Adler got himself some nice Cappuccino. The store was nice, obviously Manticore had lots of standards for their stores. Also nice touches of Sverian culture into the design.

"Adler?" Victoria asked as she sat on the chair, placing her cup of coffee by the table. Eyes looking away from his face.

"Ja?" The man didn't bother looking up, as he blew some air into his cup of coffee. But he didn't need to see her that she was somber.

"...Remind me." She muttered out quietly.

"Hm?" He was getting ready to console her for the loss of the men in the Invasion.

"To not order black coffee again." She finished up, the man nodded slowly.

"It’s fine, to feel bad about...Eh?" Adler blinked as she had teary eyes, before snorting her nose a bit, a pout on her face. "Pfft-!" He immediately tried to stop himself from laughing his ass off.

"It's a very serious matter!"

"I can imagine!" He had to set his cup aside as he knocked on the table.

"It's no laughing matter!"

"It's Sverian humor." He grabbed his cup before drinking it. "Ahhh…that's hot...that's hot..."

"...Gib." Victoria gave a pout.

"Nay." He shook off his hand.

"Adler. Gib." Her tone was more forceful.

"You wouldn't like it." He gave his answer to get himself off the hook.

"I don't care. Gib." And she was adamant...great.

"Geez, you're so childish." She flinched before pouting. "Fine fine, here...just don't cry when you don't like it." He snorted at the woman as he passed the cup along, Victoria looked at the cup before giving it a snort and a blow to cool it. Before she took a sip.

"...It's perfect." She muttered out, a smile curling up on her lips.

"...I...why did I even bother?" The woman had a big smile, as she caressed her cup of cappuccino.

"Uuuuuh, Adler, I'm settling it. My cappuccino." She grinned at him.

"Wha-" He was taken aback.

"It's mine now." Like a childish girl, she grinned mischievously.

"Give." Now he was the one asking for to give it back.

"No gib, mine." Her childish voice didn’t settle on as a Royal voice, and thus denying evidence she was the Queen.

“Victoria…”

“Nay nay, mine.” Adler sighed big time.

"...You're hopeless."

"Ditto."

Well, at least Adler now knows what her weakness was...give her a cappuccino offer and she would immediately beg for him. That was because the last time she ordered a cappuccino, it didn’t end up like what she thought it would taste like. “I hate you.”

“Love you too, sweetie pie.”

“Adler! No fair! No fair!”

“Stop acting like a kid! You’re the Kaiserin for Bahamut’s sake!”

“I don’t care! Gib!”

[HypErcApitAl]

BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

President Winston's speech to the Nation; State-of-Emergency

"Y'all see this nonsense right now? They keep trying us. They keep lying and slandering and libeling. I had to close the Country down in a state of Martial Law; it's getting crazy, but we're ready. They're too coward to declare War, so they're gonna say we declared War first. They're gonna come at us for defending our Waters.

As President, I ask that y'all not get scared; that everyone stay Civil. They might try doing something to turn us crazy to make us weak. We have to stand-up as one Nation under the Sun. We have to continue blossoming, if we're to be a Flower. If this whole Spring Liberalist thing is to transform the world, then we must be United.

They're nosy. They stay caring about things going on, in others' nations, like the whole Sword thing. They don't care about their own National Security, but they gon' come up in here and defy our Sovereignty. They're going to start-up stuff; just like my friend Jared told me the other day. They're highly-envious of us. They're zealots.

They are religious zealots and theocrats and slavers. Luckily, as Leader of The Free World, we are liberators. We don't accept Payment. We don't negotiate with Terrorists, and as-far-as I'm concerned, the Nihonese and Manticorans are terroristic.

The Nihonese say they're flowers, well, Aimeslandia'd like to dispute that. The Manticorans keep talking shit about how I'm a child and can't lead, but...

We'll see."

---

The defense from Nihonese ships had greatly-increased the Armedforces' morale, though they were still kinda skeptical since the Nihonese were trying to get everyone against them; even the Warglorian Reich and Norcourt.

Hopefully, the Warglorians honored the idea of an Axis.

---

Effectively, the Senate Doors were closed, so the Senate couldn't open and discuss like normal, but Sprout still had her advisors and even her Cabinet, which she'd just let grow dusty, but there was no point in needing them; they essentially were sash-holders or an honorary position, though now, since the Senate was axed for the time being, she had to engage with her Cabinet and her old Campaigning Base. Well, it was two years or so, some time since she was President-Elect, and even more time considering how fast everything went.

Todd was surprised, hearing that there were foreign embassies.

"Huh? We had embassies? I thought we were a complete-and-total Isolate. Well..." He said.

"I know. I can't believe this." She responded.

"I really can't believe I had to shoot-down those ships.." She continued.

"Well, you're big. You're President, right? We believe in you. Ifnot, then we would've never have gotten here." Simon Frederick, one of the Campaign Staff calmed.

"To be honest, I like that Technocracy thing that the 'Times were talking 'bout, the other day. Might implement-in those proposals and declare ourselves a Technate." She replied.

"I mean, War is a good unifier. We already had to deal with those centrists..." Todd said.

"Martial Law technically kinda-sorta solves alot of my issues, but this is only Temporary. I could never be Fascist; that's too extreme." She responded.

---

The Aimeslandish Sentinel; The Most-Trusted Name In News

Imperialist suck-ups in Manticore, imagine this!

Gokyo, Nihon--After a week in which the Aimeslandish Government made numerous speeches threatening military action, mobilized their army, and condemned the Queen and several nations, the Aimeslandish have issued a de-facto declaration of war against the Empire of Nihon.

Early in the morning of the 23rd, a group of Nihonese warships, including the Heavy Cruiser Takao, the Light Cruiser Sendai, and the destroyers Fubuki and Hatsuharu, were conducting a Freedom of Navigation Patrol in international waters, 12.5 miles off the coast according communications intercepts released by the Office of Naval Intelligence after the attack. The attack sank the Fubuki and Hatsuharu and heavily damaged the Sendai. However, communications intercepts and official INN traffic released by ONI and OSS indicate that heavy losses were inflicted on the Aimeslandish navy.

With the attack occurring in international waters, merchant shipping companies have demanded naval escorts if their routes take them towards Aimesland. The Royal Navy itself has broached the subject of instituting convoys for all merchant ships travelling to Indianum to avoid losses to Aimeslandish raiders. However, the most immediate reaction from the Government was a condemnation of the attack and the proposal of a bill which would provide financial aid to the Nihonese government during the hostilities. Several members of Parliament have also demanded the mobilization of the Army and the deployment of the Navy to fend off the Aimeslandish, who have, in the words of Lord Salmouth, “proven that they have no interest in peace and will attack any nation they choose.”

No, folks. You are NOT seeing things. The Manticorans actually said that.

They're imperialistic, and yet, they get on us for DEFENDING ourselves - which is very outrageous and overblown. If Aimeslandish ships approached Manticore, or their colonies, then, they would've gunned us down - much like Earlier.

But... Manticoran news aren't to be Trusted. They are propaganda; they do not have high Ethics and Standards. They are not real journalists. Their columnists suck on the titty of the Queen, whereas Aimesland has voted-in our Leaders time and time again. That is the difference.

They do not know how to be tactful, and they come at us up outta Leftfield, calling The Most Esteemed Sprout Winston a Barber. They attack our Armedforces, our mobs, our Basketcase Democracy - everything that makes Aimesland Aimesland. Much like Senator Springfield said; "They hate us 'cause they ain't us," which comes to Truth every coming Second and Nanosecond.

They attack Aimesland, because they are deeply bigoted peoples - they have no Backbone, which makes them think they can send-in ships on Aimeslandish waters. Yes, those are not our True Waters, but we hold disputes over our water. And, we're an Armed Republic and an Armed Neutrality.

If you think you can mess around with the Rattlesnake That Is Aimesland, you've got to be a joke-slinger.

The Nihonese, recently, have been very arrogant - no, this is not Racism, but facts. They've went out of their way to disgrace the Samston House, the Resolute Desk, and the Wakeland Office - all symbols of our Democracy, of our Republic.

If the Nihonese didn't want their ships attacked, then just don't send any - it's as simple as that.

Y'know, there's an old Aimeslandish Proverb: "Don't do the Crime if you can't do the Time," and it perfectly explains and defines all of this. They call us "Warmongers" when we've never entered their "Sacred" lands or fooled around. Nihon has rebels in their own nation, and yet, they're worried about US?
Disgraceful.

Yeah, we used to have an Interest In Peace, but we don't anymore. You cannot communicate with an Animal.

Especially when that Animal trespasses on YOUR Property.

The Manticorans are Bulgars. They do not care about anyones' safety. They do not care about Welfare, or Wisdom, or Debate. They are uncivilized.

Savages, savages; barely even Human. Freaking terrorists.

[The Imperial Warglorian Empire]

Kriegsmarine Modernisation Initiative Stage #2-Progress Report

A suitable number of new designs for new modernised light cruisers and destroyers have been finished in Stage #1 of the modernisation initiative. The heavy cruisers have been finished in accordance with recent Kriegsmarine naval doctrine in accordance to the concept of "Convoy Raiding," though new heavy cruiser designs pertaining to more conventional uses are to be awaited.

At this point of the programme three areas have been brought into new attention: that of submarines, battleships and aircraft carriers. For the first, the development of the Type VII-GII U-Boat has given the Kriegsmarine a viable and very much superior replacement for the now-obsolete U-Boats from the 9-Years-War still kept in operation, and already they are being replaced in the hundreds.

For battleships, fully fledged battle-worthy designs have been postponed due to reported infighting in the Oberkommando, mainly between a school of "convoy raiding" and another of "decisive battle," though recent schools of thought have also developed. This has lead to a "stopgap" battleship in the form of the Ne'tralis Class Fast Battleship, or (as the popular nickname goes) "Pocket Battleship." Its name specially requested by Admiral [REDACTED] of the Marinenachrichtendienst (MND), the warship named after the ancient God that once held an iron grip over Wargloria has been built in accordance to the new "Convoy Raiding" doctrine.

With thick armour, a fast speed yet only 12 inch guns, it would most definitely beat any convoy and its escort into a pulp easily. However, others in the Kriegsmarine Oberkommando have reported concerns over the ship's inferior armaments compared to other vessels of similar size. Furthermore, according to intelligence reports, the ship's speed may not be sufficient to outpace some battleships and battlecruisers of other powers, making the concept of "destroy the lesser, evade the superior" potentially null. Despite this, the Ne'tralis class by all accounts is a good first step for the Kriegsmarine's new line of battleships: six have been commissioned, though due to previous agreements, three will be setting sail for the Aydinirian Empire to be sold.

Finally, there is the matter of Aircraft Carriers. The concept had especially split the Oberkommando along partisan lines, but nonetheless the carriers had been approved for design and construction by Kriegsminister Klaus Adler himself. After years of studying naval-carrier tech and construction techniques in the Aclusian, Manticoran and Nihonese navies, the Marinewaffenamt have developed what, according to engineers, could be the best aircraft carrier in the world. Named after our beloved former Führer himself, the Adler-Class Aircraft Carriers will be the peak of Warglorian Technological and Naval Engineering. There have been, however, concerns brought up about Carrier Aircraft, as there have been reports that none of the current aircraft in Warglorian possession is ideal for carrier warfare. This is a matter rapidly being discussed in the design commissions, and reports have stated a potential purchasing of naval aircraft from other powers, particularly the Nihonese. The Adler Class Aircraft Carriers, six in total, will be commissioned next year in 1936.

End Report.

Tirpitzstadt, Warglorian Reich
A massive expedition of ships and supplies were being gathered in Tirpitzstadt, Wargloria's largest military port. If Wargloria were not at peace, many could easily assume it was an invasion force, due to the many warships and the pure amount of armaments and ammunition that was being loaded onto various cargo ships. This was not, however, a military matter: rather, it was an economic transaction.

From the Indianum powers, Wargloria was to fulfill a large order to the three dominant powers of Indianum: Hoosier, Aydinir and Nihon. These armaments, gathered over a period of multiple months, were finally about to be shipped out en masse towards the western continent, giving these nations an immense boost to their military firepower: and a nice tidy profit for the Warglorian Reich.

CONVOY MANIFEST RECORDS
To the Nihonese Empire:
-19x Ehre Class Destroyers
-2x Wargland Class Heavy Cruisers
-3,200x Pak 34 Guns
-300x Panzer III-GII "Jaguars"
-100x Type I U-Kreuzer
Total Value: 1,000,905,850 RM ($400,362,340)

To Hoosier State:
-4,000x Pak 34 Guns
-500x Panzer V "Großtraktors"
-150x Panzer V-GII "Chimaera" Ausf A Heavy Tanks
-150x Panzer V-GII "Chimaera" Ausf B Heavy Tanks
Total Value: 476,039,062 RM ($190,415,624)

To the Aydinirian Empire:
-4x Erika Class Super Dreadnoughts (Karolus, Dietrich, Fredrick, Großland)
-3x Wargland Class Heavy Cruisers (Westerwald, Herrlichkeit, Ostwind)
-3x Ne'tralis Class Battleships (Dunkeltuch, Schatten-Teufel, Schwarzer Prophet)
-3,200x Pak 34 guns
Total Value: 950,420,000 RM ($380,168,000)

To: The Army Ministry and Navy Ministry of the Empire of Nihon
From: Reichsministry For Foreign Affairs and Oberkommando der Wehrmacht
Encryption: Medium
To those who are concerned,
We first would like to confirm and accept the armaments deal you offered, and report that both the vessels and armaments will reach you shortly. We expect payment in full.

Second, we in the Warglorian Reich do give great regret of the attack on Nihonese shipping by Aimeslandish forces. We are prepared to stand strong with our brothers in arms in the far west and will, though respect your request of neutrality, be ready to stand strong in protection of our brothers-in-arms in the far west.

Siegreich.

Sincerely,
Kriegsminister Klaus Adler and Hochkanzler Karl Lindenburgh

To: Blue Republic of Aimesland
From: Reichsministry of Foreign Affairs
Encryption: High
To those who are concerned,
We in the Warglorian Reich find no interest in an alliance or pact of any kind at this time. Especially considering recent events have lead your nation into a state of war with the Nihonese Empire: a staunch ally of the Reich.

We in the Reich, however, would be interested in supplying the Blue Republic of Aimesland with a number of munitions and equipment that it may use in the war to come.

This would include:
-300,000x M71 Rifles
-300,000x G88 Rifles
-600,000x https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gewehr_98
-150,000x K98a Carbines
-100,000x MP28 Sub-Machine guns
-5,000x MG15s
-10,000x MG08s
-5,000x SLG08s
-5,000,000x Stielgranate
-60,250,000x 7.92x57 mm Rounds
-15,000,000x 7.65×53mm Rounds
-6 x Berliner Class Dreadnoughts

Which adds up to over 436,850,000 Reichsmarks, or $174,740,000 Manticoran.

We hope you consider this offer.

REICHWAFFENAMT REPORT
Confidential Information

First to report is the status of small arms: already, the MG34 has been found to be a great success and quite popular with the troops, and is rapidly being mass produced in order to become the new standard issue machine gun of the Heer. Though issues have been brought up about the MG34's unit cost, similar to problems with the MP29, cheaper alternatives are not immediately needed and the MG34 has proven more than sufficient.


Soldier of the Heer operating the MG34

A new line in the long updates for the G98 line of rifles has arrived in the form of the Kar98k. An excellent rifle by all accounts, mass production is already under way and will serve as the Heer's new standard issue bolt action rifle. The SLG33, mostly to logistical inconveniences concerning the mass production of the .276 Pedersen whereas the Kar98k can continue to use the streamlined standard 7.92x57mm Mauser, will continue to serve in a supplementary role, though there have been certain echelons in the Wehrmacht calling for the foreign designed semi-automatic rifle to replace bolt-actions as the new standard-issue firearm.

The Warglorian military has also been able to obtain a contract with the Manticoran company "Carter’s Manufacturing" via the Mauser Gewehrfabrik to produce the Manticoran M1921 machine gun for Warglorian military needs. Designated the "MG35(MC)" (Manticoran-Carter), many elements in the Wehrmacht have spoken out against the adoption of the MG35(MC), stating it unnecessary due to the existence of the Flak 30 as a heavy infantry support gun. However, this opposition has mostly been swept aside, and the Wehrmacht have already requested an initial order for 5,000 MG35s: one that may be expanded on later.

A similar development has occured with the acquisition of the Manticoran B-17 bomber plane, to be designated the "Heinkel-Kellner HeKe 1" Schwerebomber. Elements in the Luftwaffe have put up rather stiff opposition to the mass adoption of the Heke 1, likely the adoption of a foreign plane being considered disgraceful. However, the Luftwaffe currently lacks a good heavy bomber, and home designs have not proven sufficient, so until further notice the Heke 1 is to be the standard heavy bomber of the Luftwaffe until a suitable home-designed replacement is developed.

End Report.

[Shahinay]

Aydinirian Empire, January 1935

Streets of Ezhid, full of citizens celebrating the birthsday of their beloved Empress

Nearly a decade passed since the death of Divine Emperor Zhisūdris the Unifier, Father of the Nation, and thus nearly a decade since his young daughter, Cifrinah, ascended to the throne as Divine Empress Cifrinah, the second of the Radiant Line. It was a buisy time for Aydinir, indeed. Despite tense relations with neighbouring Nihon and several crisises that almost led to open war, especially at the begining of Her illustrious reign, all such conflicts were somehow averted and the delicate balance of power in the region, maintained. This however came at the price, leading to 8 years long arms race of sorts, with both empires focusing and continuing their focus on militarization and industrialization. That was especially true when it came to the Aydinirian Navy, long underfunded and seen as generally less important than Imperial Army. This attitude changed when Aydinirian Crown was faced with a prospect of war with Nihon's third strongest navy in the world.

Now, the shipyards and drydocks along the entire southern coast, from Ezhid to Dhiryani and near the Indianum Straits, were full of workers and trucks. Aiming to match the capabilities of foreign navies, Aydinirians were also in the process of building battleships and their first aircraft carriers. In a few years Imperial Navy would become a force to be reconed with. They were also buying foreign equipment, mostly from Wargloria or some allies, like Norcourt. From the latter it was so far: 3 AIN Harkearean Class Battleships, 20 Destroyers, and 28 older Monitor Warships. Warglorians were also making great money, arming all three major powers of Indianum - Aydinir, Nihon and Hoosier. In the last few years Aydinirians bought from them 4 Erika Class super-dreadnought battleships and 3 Wargland Class heavy cruisers. And now port of the proud city of Ezhid, one of the two capitals of the Empire, was wecloming the newest addition to the Imperial Navy, 3 newly comissioned Ne'tralis Class Battleships of 9 x 12 inch guns. They were greeted in the city with a truly Aydinirian, pompous ceremony. Crowds cheered as the crew started to symbolically lower the flags of the Kriegsmarine and raise the Aydinirian Imperial Navy ensign. And so 3 mighty ships - Dunkeltuch, Schatten-Teufel and Schwarzer Prophet, were renamed to Shārios ("Enlightened"), Perzis Karhāndaz ("Flame of Conviction") and Zoaghar Lilairaz ("Sword of Dawn").

Such investment and generous spending was not limited just to the navy. One could for example mention 3,200 PAK 35s bought for 7162 Reichsmark per gun, or Norcourtian 275,000 M1893 Bannerman-Croft Infantry Rifles, 210,000 M1890 Bannerman-Croft Infantry Rifles and various Arciero V-Series M.I & M.II Light tanks. Aydinirians were also slowly but steadily creating and filling their forces with warmachines of their own designs - planes, ships and tanks.

Military forces were not the only thing flourishing. Decades long project of intense modernization and industrialization, started already during Emperor Zhisūdris' reign, was nearing its end. It transformed Aydinir, from overwhelmingly rular state into a true industrialized power. Relative peace in the region and alliance with Hoosier secured undisturbed flow of trade, filling imperial coffers. Aydinirian controll over the Indianum Straits, one of the most important and busiest trade routes in the world, was helping for sure. Treaties of economic cooperation with European empires like Skarten secured also an ample supply of foreign investment.

Empress Cifrinah resurrected an ancient Aydinirian tradition of gaining legitimisation via mass large scale construction projects. Not only construction of necessary infrastructure, like that which allow Aydinir to extract its rich natural resources, either for its own use or for external trade, but also forts, roads, railways, temples and monuments. All serving both utilitarian and propaganda purpose. Roads and railways especially seemed to be most favoured, as their network grew massively during the last 10 years, not only across Aydinirian Subcontinent. First works on the project of railway connecting Breyburg with Aydinir, via Rachana, already started. So did those on connecting northern Kingdom of Parsa with Aydinir, this project however had much problems, all resulting from constant instability in Sirvanska.

And so, the last 8 years were a period of increased prosperity and wealth.

Light of the Radiant Line shined bright above the Aydinirian Empire.

---

Meanwhile, the Empire was also quite active diplomatically. When tensions began to rise between Norcourt (or rather Norcourtian controlled Leerian state) and Hoosier, Aydinirian allies both, Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs Eltariyos Sûrennah was send to Norcourt. Although the old diplomat could very well retire, he still loyally served the Empire. He participated in military parade and back-door talks, before returning to Aydinir and contacting Hoosier. While the crisis seemed to be averted, at least for now, one thing greatly troubled Aydinirian government. Growing ties between Hoosier and Nihon. Long talks with the allies from Hoosier resulted in something rather unexpected.

Nihonese delegation arrived to Ezhid, with symbolic gestures of friendship. This presented a possibility of normalization and improvement of relations between both empires, that were tense and distrustful for so long. Nihonese delegation, headed by Seizo Hashiguchi, met with Eltariyos Sûrennah in his office in Ezhid on January 6, 1935. The Nihonese were asked to stay a few days longer, for the birthsday of Her Imperial Majesty were going to happen 3 days later, and as it turned out, they were invited to the feast in the Imperial Palace.

And so in the early morning of 9th January, streets of Ezhid were full of people, holding lamps and torches in their hands. They greeted the sun with songs, praising their Divine Empress. The whole day was full of festivities and street fairs. Birthsday party in the Palace started at the evening. While no one could call interactions between Aydinirians and Nihonese "friendly" giving the history both nations had with each other, they proved surprisingly respectful and tactful and the invitation to the birthsday party was itself an honour. Aydinirians love their spectacles and celebrations, and the royal birthsday couldn't be more fancy than it was. The Empress herself met with Hashiguchi and talked with him for a minute or two, before heading to attend other business. The very next day trade deal was singned and while other parts of the Nihonese offer, namedly non aggression pact and possible military reductions in sensitive areas were not finalized, both sides agreed that the talks shall continue in the future. Thus January 1935 brought one of the big political surprises of the last few years.

While Stewart, Hoosier's leader, was not present at the Empress' birthsday party, he was to arrive in Ezhid in a few weeks time. And so was a mysterious delegation from the Confederacy. No one besides the highest echelons of the Imperial Government knew case they were to present.

Meanwhile AQSA, Aydinirian Intelligence Agency, began putting their own plans into motion. Aclusian Empire, igeologically Aydinirian arch nemesis, was growing weaker and weaker. Internal instability was growing. Despite all that, tensions in the disputed region of Yindrai, or "Aclusian Raj" as the occupiers called it, were seemingly low. Attacks on Aclusian law enforcement were rare or ceased completely, rebels - once actively fighting their guerilla campaign - seemed to dissaprear in to woods for good. Under the surface however things looked much different.

Because in Aydinir a whole system of training camps was established, active for nearly a decade. In the begining it was a way of supporting Yindrai'i rebels, so called YLF (Yindrai'i Liberation Front), fighting for independence of their nation. Camps were however under partial juristiction of SAVAK, imperial secret police and propaganda apparatus. Those who trained there were not only training how to use arms and fight - they were also subjected to ideological training. In the begining it was subtle. In nearly 10 years however it allower to completely change character of the YLF, to take it over. Old heroes of Yindrai'i independence movement, like Balraj Azad and Sajjan Singh, were replaced by new, more susceptible leaders. New, younger generation of fighters now dreamed about exporting the revolutionary legacy of Emperor Zhisūdris to their homeland. About driving the Aclusians back to the sea and rejoining their brethren under the enlightened rule of Divine Emperors. New, Unificationist movement was born, still bearing the name of their nationalist predecessors.

They were keeping low profile, slowly gathering their strenght. Smuggling and gathering military equipment into Yindrai, forming secret cells. Organizing in silence, so that from the outside it looked like nothing was happening, like the tensions became a thing of the past. Like the Aydinirians forgot about their land and humiliation from the European invaders.

Yindrai wasn't the only part of Aclusian domain being inflitrated by Aydinir. The other lied on the other side of the Aydinirian Sea. Aclusian colonies in Zeeland, or rather their western coasts, were inhabited by Sadreans, brethern of the same pople living in southern Aydinir. They shared with them similar culture, language and religions. Not the same, but close enough to be seen as part of the same, greater Aydinirian Civilization.

And in Zeeland, there was one man, which seemed promising to SAVAK. Not a Sadrean. An Aclusian.
But why would an Aclusian fight against his own?

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AIN Harkearean Class Battleships

9 × 381 mm (15.0 in) L/50 guns
12 × 152 mm (6.0 in) L/55 guns
12 × 90 mm (3.5 in) /50 (AA)
20 × 37 mm (1.5 in) /54
16 × 2 40 mm Scorpion Guns
4 × QF 4.7-inch Gun Mk I–IV (12 cm) star shell guns
14in Armour Belt
31knots

Erika Class battleships

Wargland Class heavy cruisers

Ne'tralis Class Battleships

PAK 35

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Erťiya
News from the Empire and the world

20th January 1935

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Sirvanskan anarchy spreads


City of Vôssepur, northern province of Gilghan Féxani, 3 kilometers from Aydinirian-Sirvanskan border

Vaťéxanis Spandiyadh, AP

Vôssepur, Gilghan Féxani — Sirvanskan State once again plunges into chaos and anarchy. Despite all efforts of the international community, poverty and crime are at the all time high, while the Central Government exerts little authority over the peripheral regions. In some of them various gangs and criminal organizations de facto usurped all the power over civilian administration. The Rule of Law seems to be completely dead in many parts of this country, and the Central Government - completely ineffective.

Imperial Border Guards report rapid spike in the number of attempted smuggling and illegal border crossings, with many claiming that it's but a prelude to the wave of refugees that will soon try to cross the border and escape from criminal rule of mobs and gangs. Many of those refugees are ethnic Aydinirians and Jarists, faced with increaded discrimination, many even forcibly driven out of their house.

Some Sirvanskan gangs are also reportedly trying to broaden their influence and expand to the towns lying on the Aydinirian side of the border. This may be proven by recent events in the border town of Vôssepur. Yesterday, 19th January, a group of unknown criminals attacked the house and shop of Avtandil Chikovani, respected citizen of Vôssepur of Kavelian ethnicity, burning his shop and house to the ground, killing him, raping his wife and abducting his 16 years old daughter. Some of them were soon catched by the police, unfortunately the rest managed to escape on the other side of the border, taking daughter of Avtandil Chikovani with them. Informations acquired during interrogation of captured criminals indicate that debts and extorsion are the most probable reasons for this most heinous attack. Imperial Administration of Gilghan Féxani immidiately reached out to Sirvanskan Provianial Government, asking for permission to continue investigation on the Sirvanskan territory.

We however, proud citizens of the Empire and inhabitants of Gilghan Féxani, know just how corrupt Sirvanskan Provianial Government really is. It is controlled by the same people bearing responsibility for this disgusting crime. It is also a proof that despite years of foreign help Sirvanska remains an inept and in fact failed state.

Yesterday's events are likely one of many happening every day in the north. Which each passing day however Sirvanskan anarchy spreads, like cancer or wildfire, ever more often crossing the border of our glorious Empire.

If things continue like this, Aydinirian military intervention may prove necessary to restore order and the rule of law in the failed Sirvanskan State.

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January 15th, 1935
January 23rd, 1935
Hoosier-Sirvanskan Border
The situation in the joint international nation-building effort in Sirvanska was dire. The local government found itself unable to cope with the rising unrest in the region during the past few months. Things had gotten so bad that General Larmos, once the acting military governor of Aryshtakova during Hoosier occupation, had come back to power after arresting local politicians and deploying his militia and personal army to quell the unrest. This led to people outside of Aryshtakova to question the legitimacy of the Sirvanska government and caused riots throughout the nation. The nation began to fall apart once again.

After seeing the failure of the international zone, Hoosier military high command ordered the Army of the East to redeploy on the Hoosier-Sirvanskan border. With forces in position, fifteen infantry divisions, fifteen cavalry divisions, an armored division, and three armored brigades crossed the border into Sirvanska to restore order to the lawless nation.

Having received word beforehand, General Larmos quickly allowed Hoosier forces into Arystakova, agreed to the same deal he had before and submitted to Hoosier occupation while remaining in power as acting governor.

Local Arystakovan forces began to push into Opus and Hettausa, launching the offensives before Hoosier forces joined them. When the Hoosier Army arrives, they will fight together. On the coasts, Hoosier forces began moving into South Landstreicher to push all the way down to the state of Shakoyoko.

Hoosier released a statement to the world just as Hoosier soldiers crossed the border into Sirvanska:

The State of Sirvanska is, once again, collapsing before our very eyes. The people had split themselves into several states and governments the first time, and we must now allow this to happen once more. The Hoosier Army of the East has crossed into Sirvanska with the intent of bringing back law and order to the failing nation. We must protect the people of Sirvanska from the riots and unrest that have enveloped the state for too long.

Assurhan, Aydinirian Empire
26th January 1935

Queen Eltaryel of Assurhan was was lying on her couch, on the balcony, looking at the grand city below. Despite the month, valleys of Assurhan were green and warm, surrounded by snow-clad mountains, rising high above the clouds. What a road she travelled. How many years it is? 7, 8, something like that. From a young and innocent princess, overlooked as her older sister and brother vie for power after their father's death, to a ruler in her own right. True, she was still a ruler under her sister's rule, but a ruler nonetheless, governing nearly half of the Empire in Cifrinah's name. Innocence traded for autonomy, she thought, looking at the ancient city below. Her city.

- Your Highness! - a man saluted her.
- What are the news? - she asked.
- We have confirmation from Ezhid. Her Imperial Majesty gives you, Your Highness, green light. Also, a confirmation from the King of Parsa.
- Excellent. Execute the orders then. - she said. He saluted and was about to leave, when she added - and write to Shanrhain, too. I know he has to wrangle with all those Rachanan nobles and elites, his wife and so on. But he may be interested in joining the party -
- Yes, Your Highness -

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Within a few hours Imperial Army Group North crossed Sirvanskan border in Gilghan Féxani and Andharvan, once again using those two great mountain passes to go north. In the same time armies of the Kingdom of Parsa crossed their border as well, entering into Opus, while some rumors claimed some movement was seen beyond Rachanan borders as well. Armies marched into Sirvanska from all sides. Of course, this wasn't an invasion. To have an invasion you have to have a state to be invaded. And Sirvanska?

According to Aydinir, the failed state was a state no more.

Official statement of the Aydinirian Empire

The Sirvanskan Government has, once again, effectively disintegrated. The failed state and its government have, in point of fact, ceased to exist, its place taken by gangs, criminal underworld and opportunistic generals. Left to her own devices and bereft of leadership, Sirvanska has become a suitable field for all manner of hazards and surprises, which may constitute a threat to the security Aydinirian Empire. For these reasons the Aydinirian Government, who has hitherto been neutral, cannot any longer preserve a neutral attitude towards these facts. In these circumstances, the Aydinirian Government have directed the High Command of the Imperial Army to order troops to cross the frontier, to take under their protection the life and property of Aydinirian minority and all Jarists, which have been so far faced with horrible persecutions and discrimination, and to restore order and the rule of law in the territories of former Sirvanska.

Signed:
Great Hashfar Reansūdril Zhaurintāris

Queen Eltaryel of Assurhan, sister of the Divine Empress Cifrinah and King Shanrhain of Rachana

Map of Aydinirian (purple arrows) and Parsi (brown arrows) advance into the failed state of Sirvanska

[HypErcApitAl]

BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

To: Blue Republic of Aimesland
From: Reichsministry of Foreign Affairs
Encryption: High
To those who are concerned,
We in the Warglorian Reich find no interest in an alliance or pact of any kind at this time. Especially considering recent events have lead your nation into a state of war with the Nihonese Empire: a staunch ally of the Reich.

We in the Reich, however, would be interested in supplying the Blue Republic of Aimesland with a number of munitions and equipment that it may use in The War to Come.

This would include:

• -300,000x M71 Rifles
• -300,000x G88 Rifles
• -600,000x https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gewehr_98
• -150,000x K98a Carbines
• -100,000x MP28 Submachineguns
• -5,000x MG15s
• -10,000x MG08s
• -5,000x SLG08s
• -5,000,000x Stielgranate
• -60,250,000x 7.92x57 mm Rounds
• -15,000,000x 7.65×53mm Rounds
• -6 x Berliner Class Dreadnoughts

Which adds up to over 436,850,000 Reichsmarks, or $174,740,000 Manticoran.

We hope you consider this offer.

Dammit.

The Aimeslandish Gov't and Winston Admin were going to have to takeout loans and debts from itself, coining and minting New Money, to be able to pay the Warglorians their much-needed and deserved Chi.

Alas, they held-off on the Axis, but atleast they've put thought into the idea of such a faction.

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Training and practice continued, though the Armedforces had trained and practiced like there was no Tomorrow. Technically, there wasn't, but...


All of their practices and traditions; the Javelins, Axes, Battleaxes, Hatchets and anything dealing with a weapon, trying to keep their skills up and their hands not itching to takeout their Straps - either a Gun or a Sword, though the gov't was also returning to its classicist weaponry of:

• Gunswords
• Axeswords
• Spiked gloves
• Gauntlets
• Dualshields (a shield so big, a giant(ess) would have to carry it since it was made out of two huge shields)
• Muskets
• Halberds
• Quarterstaffs.
  
  While the Aimeslandish AF already had bows, swords, crossbows and other kinds of melee, the Landenforcers and people at the very top requested a return to the old and trusted ways, though planning to make much-needed use out of the Warglorian guns and their own arsenal.
  
  The High Command were also planning to buy more weaponry from the Warglorians, hearing of a massive pilestock.
  
  It was way too late to make more ships, and newer ships, but atleast they had six of the biggest ships.
  
  They were still able to make more aircraft and Blimps, increasing the Blimpforce aswell. More and more Snipers, Scouts, Medics, War Nurses and other specialized positions had to be trained, as well as the Command adding Sergeants-at-Arms and Men-At-Arms.
  
  They also would've updated the Uniforms, also using the Ragtag/Misfit designs and the RBG (Red/Blue/Green) colors, though the "Red" was more Marooned.

There was also so much from the Hyperwar (back when Aimesland was Anarchistic), though those weapons weren't modern, though they could also be used as Backups incase of something going quite Awry.

Engineers finished on the fences, palisades, barricades and walls, and also adding onto the Bunkers; hoping that they wouldn't have to use the Bunkers, but... things looked very Dim for the Nation - Morale was climbing, though as the Aimeslandish had a Fighting Warrior Spirit.

They also had to remember Munitions and Rations, as to not run out of food and Ammunition that Morale would start decreasing and falling.

Hope - a very powerful force.

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More guns were also added to the Naval ships, and also, some repairs had to be repaired - or atleast attempted.

If all else failed; then, the High Command would execute a Scorched Earth policy, which was very dreadful as no one wanted or hoped to burn down their Home, or the Capitol, but...

Horses had to be bred into the Calvary, and the rest of the Tanks and land vehicles/equipment.

Hopefully the Nihonese were honourable enough to not attack Horses, but who knows?

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The Navy, as-well-as the Airforce and Blimpforce had to be mobilized and fully-prepared for whatever'd happen. (15 nautical miles from Aimeslands' Actual Waters, in the waters that the Gov't said that they claimed) The Nihonese had made themselves an easy target, earlier, but this war wasn't going to be a War-of-Winning, it'd be a War-of-Surviving.

A War-of-Endurance on the terrorist scums who denigrated, warmongered, and cried out Havok.

Ready the Pikemen and the Spearmen!

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In President Winstons' words, the Nihonese were "still too Coward," to declare war, and the Mainstream Media, as well as the Gov't itself, were preparing to create Propaganda, add-on to the Moraleboosters, and also making sure the Campuses were closed down, as the BRA was in Martial Law and a State-of-Emergency, but the Gov't had to continue making sure.

Already, the Cabinet and Advisors were talking about Drafts. Though no war was declared yet, an Executive Order could whip up the People into being recruited into the Armedforces and becoming Enlists.

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Once War was finally declared, that'd make The Most Esteemed Sprout Winston the first-ever Wartime President, though Aimesland itself was making many a Historical First.

She was very shaken and nervous, though tried to hide it and not let it get the very best of her...

or her Rage.

Though Wargloria and Norcourt were supporting the Blues VIA weaponry and other supplies, things seemed very odd. It seemed like maybe, the Chain wasn't going to be broken.

Maybe Idealism, Optimism and whatnot have failed the Nation, and with it, Spring Liberalism.

Maybe, a Grassroots, Liberal Democracy couldn't survive in Todays' World...

Maybe we're all Doomed, afterall.

[TENNOHEIKA BANZAI NIHON]

Gokyo, Nihon
Imperial Diet
January 24, 1935

After Aimesland's unprovoked attack on a Nihonese task force in international waters, things were clear in Nihon, peace was impossible. While the navy was making way to sortie and destroy the Aimeslandish Fleet and the Nihonese Army began conscription and mobilization efforts, the Imperial Diet was tasked with declaring war.

The vote was rather quick, with the war being so clear the vote was nearly unanimous with only 5 members of the Diet voting present. The outrage over the attacks were so great, hundreds gathered in person and hundreds of thousands by the radio to listen to the Prime Minister's declaration of war.

DECLARATION OF WAR ON BLUE REPUBLIC OF AIMESLAND

We, by the grace of Heaven, Emperor of Nihon, seated on the throne occupied by the same dynasty from time immemorial, enjoin upon ye, Our loyal and brave subjects:

We hereby declare War on the Republic of Aimesland. The men and officers of Our Army and Navy shall do their utmost in prosecuting the war. Our public servants of various departments shall perform faithfully and diligently their respective duties; the entire nation with a united will shall mobilize their total strength so that nothing will miscarry in the attainment of Our war aims.

To ensure the stability of West Indianum and to contribute to world peace is the far-sighted policy which was formulated by Our Great Illustrious Imperial Grandsire and Our Great Imperial Sire succeeding Him, and which We lay constantly to heart. To cultivate friendship among nations and to enjoy prosperity in common with all nations, has always been the guiding principle of Our Empire's foreign policy. It has been truly unavoidable and far from Our wishes that Our Empire has been brought to cross swords with Aimesland. Only one day have passed since Aimesland, failing to comprehend the true intentions of Our Empire, and recklessly courting trouble, disturbed the peace of West Indianum with an unprovoked attack and compelled Our Empire to take up arms. Eager for the realization of their inordinate ambition to dominate the Orient, Aimesland, giving support to the Takeshima rebels and attacking our ships, have aggravated the disturbances in West Indianum. Moreover this Power, inducing other countries to follow suit, increased military preparations on all sides of Our Empire to challenge Us. They have obstructed by every means Our peaceful commerce and finally resorted to a direct severance of economic relations, menacing gravely the existence of Our Empire. Patiently have We waited and long have We endured, in the hope that Our government might retrieve the situation in peace. But Our adversary, showing not the least spirit of conciliation, have unduly attacked; and in the meantime they have intensified the military and political pressure to compel thereby Our Empire to submission. This trend of affairs, would, if left unchecked, not only nullify Our Empire's efforts of many years for the sake of the stabilization of West Indianum, but also endanger the very existence of Our nation. The situation being such as it is, Our Empire, for its existence and self-defense has no other recourse but to appeal to arms and to crush every obstacle in its path.

The hallowed spirits of Our Imperial Ancestors guarding Us from above, We rely upon the loyalty and courage of Our subjects in Our confident expectation that the task bequeathed by Our forefathers will be carried forward and that the sources of evil will be speedily eradicated and an enduring peace immutably established in West Indianum, preserving thereby the glory of Our Empire.

In witness whereof, we have hereunto set Our hand and caused the Grand Seal of the Empire to be affixed at the Imperial Palace, Gokyo, this twenty fouth day of the 1st month of the 9th year of Shōwa, corresponding to the 2,596th year from the accession to the throne of Emperor Jimmu.

The military's mobilization had already been in the process, and the divisions that had served for Wargloria were quickly called up. For now, they would be armed as the standard division until the SLG 33s that were being produced in Nihon were completed. They were currently undergoing retraining for two weeks as other men enlisted and factories began building war material.

It was very good timing that the purchases from Wargloria were arriving, and it was hoped that men could be manning the 19 new destroyers and 2 heavy cruisers within a few months. The tanks and anti-tank guns would go to the "new" divisions in time as the country scrambled to reinforce defensive fortifications and prepare for war.

Message From: The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Empire of Nihon
To: Reichsministry For Foreign Affairs and Oberkommando der Wehrmacht
Encryption: Medium

The Empire of Nihon and its military is very pleased with the vessels and armaments and payment in full has been sent.

We thank you for your support in these hard times as our nation mourns the loss of our sailors and seeks military action against those responsible. The people of Nihon are grateful for your commitment to our security and peace in the Orient.


Best,
Minister of Foreign Affairs Baron Kujiro Shidehara

While things were not going well in the west, Nihon was making advances diplomatically with past enemies. Already the diplomatic mission to Aydinir was a relative success for improving relations, with the Nihonese delegation having succeeded in the creation of several trade deals. They had also been invited to the birthday party of the Empress, an event no Nihonese had previously attended, marking a warming of relations ever so slightly.

[HypErcApitAl]

BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

After Aimesland's unprovoked attack on a Nihonese task force in International Waters, things were clear in Nihon, peace was impossible. While the navy was making way to sortie and destroy the Aimeslandish Fleet and the Nihonese Army began conscription and mobilization efforts, the Imperial Diet was tasked with declaring war.

The vote was rather quick, with the war being so clear the vote was nearly unanimous with only 5 members of the Diet voting 'present'. The outrage over the attacks were so great, hundreds gathered in person and hundreds of thousands by the radio to listen to the Prime Minister's declaration of war.

DECLARATION OF WAR ON BLUE REPUBLIC OF AIMESLAND

We, by the grace of Heaven, Emperor of Nihon, seated on the throne occupied by the same dynasty from time immemorial, enjoin upon ye, Our loyal and brave subjects:

We hereby declare War on the Blue Republic of Aimesland. The men and officers of Our Army and Navy shall do their utmost in prosecuting the war. Our public servants of various departments shall perform faithfully and diligently their respective duties; the entire nation with a united will shall mobilize their total strength so that nothing will miscarry in the attainment of Our war aims.

To ensure the stability of West Indianum and to contribute to world peace is the far-sighted policy which was formulated by Our Great Illustrious Imperial Grandsire and Our Great Imperial Sire succeeding Him, and which We lay constantly to heart. To cultivate friendship among nations and to enjoy prosperity in common with all nations, has always been the guiding principle of Our Empire's foreign policy. It has been truly unavoidable and far from Our wishes that Our Empire has been brought to cross swords with Aimesland. Only one day have passed since Aimesland, failing to comprehend the true intentions of Our Empire, and recklessly courting trouble, disturbed the peace of West Indianum with an unprovoked attack and compelled Our Empire to take-up Arms. Eager for the realization of their Inordinate Ambition to dominate the Orient, Aimesland, giving Support to the Takeshima Rebels and attacking our ships, have aggravated the disturbances in West Indianum. Moreover, this Power, inducing other countries to follow suit, increased military preparations on all sides of Our Empire to challenge Us. They have obstructed by every means Our Peaceful commerce and finally resorted to a direct severance of economic relations, menacing gravely the existence of Our Empire. Patiently have We waited and long have We endured, in the hope that Our Government might retrieve the situation in Peace. But, Our Adversary, showing not the least Spirit of Conciliation, have unduly attacked; and in the meantime they have intensified the military and political pressure to compel thereby Our Empire to Submission. This trend of affairs, would, if left unchecked, not only nullify Our Empire's efforts of many years for the sake of the stabilization of West Indianum, but also endanger the very existence of Our Nation. The situation being such as it is, Our Empire, for its existence and self-defense has no other recourse but to appeal-to-Arms and to crush every obstacle in its path.

The hallowed spirits of Our Imperial Ancestors guarding Us from above, We rely upon the loyalty and courage of Our Subjects in Our confident expectation that the task bequeathed by Our Forefathers will be carried forward and that the sources of evil will be speedily-eradicated and an Enduring Peace immutably established in West Indianum, preserving thereby the glory of Our Empire.

In witness whereof, we have hereunto set Our Hand and caused the Grand Seal of the Empire to be affixed at the Imperial Palace, Gokyo, this twentyforth day of the 01st month of the 9th year of Shōwa, corresponding to the 2,596th year from the ascent to the throne of Emperor Jimmu.

President Sprout Winston's Speech, at the Resolute Desk

"Well, the Nihonese were right about precisely-one thing; We were trying to 'compel you to Submission,' afterall, it is Just for a tree to grow uninhibited.

The Nihonese call themselves 'flowers', but I don't see any Growth. I don't see any Progress, except for the Peaceful Protesters in Takeshima. That's about it, but... 'We the Emperor?'

That sounds kinda odd. At no time in my life have I ever referred to myself as 'We.'

I find it quite odd how Monarchists do that, indeed. But, as we say; 'Two can play that Game.'

We, The People, annoyed with the Anarchist Chaos in Nihonland, ask them to stand-down, PEACEFULLY, instead of Clubbing Their Citizens To Death with uncouth and uncivilized Mobs.

We have had enough with these terroristic swine and their 'Divine Nation,' no nation Under The Sun is 'Divine.'

As a President, We'd humbly-suggest not being so arrogant, 'Your Highness.'

Hmmm....

Now, lemme try something else.

We, by the Grace of Democracy, President of Aimesland, seated in this-here Resolute Desk sat by Our Forefathers, en-enjoin?

Ah, shit. I can't do it. I can't out-Nihon the Nihonese, it's Pointless. We're not animals like them. We have to remain Human Beings.

We have to grow, to prosper, to advance. As President of this Blue Republic, I would like to condone what's going on in Takeshima. You are honoring your Family and your Ancestors. The Quest for Freedom is a long-fought one.

You're sacrificing alot for Liberty. I mean, Life, Equality and the Pursuit of Happiness? But, I believe in you - my Brothers and Sisters. March up against the Imperialists, take whatever you can, and Resist. We are The Resistance. We are going to break the Chain of Monarchism.

This is our Fight. This is our Game-of-Thrones, and we won't lose. Trust me - the Aimeslandish are masters of Gaming."

Now, as for those Five - we stand with you. You seem to fight for Freedom and Liberty, not Tyranny and Oppression like your Diet, or Throne, or...

Yeah, your Emperor, too, I guess."

[HypErcApitAl]

BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)

Hearing of a stockpile of armaments under Warglorian hands, either by Rumor or by Theory, the Aimeslandish would go ahead and ask the Reich about this.

Code: Select all


Message to Wargloria:

We've heard an awful lot about your Weaponry, and we're to make sure to Invest. The weapons/gears we inquire are:

- Wardresses (Iron Maiden)
- Pipeguns
- Lances
- Lancekets
- V-Boats (unless these do not exist, then, we'd have to do a joint-manufacturing of them)
- New uniforms (preferably with Stripes)
- The Inglourious Basturds Gun (by this, we mean the "Bastard" gun, ofcourse)
- Maxim(um) Gun
- Needleguns
- The Abomination (by which we refer to the weird Shield-Gauntlet)

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The Marching Bands would amuse the soldiers, playing both new and ancient songs to them. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgiyWGyJcIc sounding like an Aydinirian theme or march.

Another song was appropriated from the Aimeslandish Communist-Socialists, though they were too Deadman to complain about its misuse, and having pro-Spring Liberalist lyrics played over. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXo5w7aPJDA)

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rAHrHd2lcw) ~ The Aimeslandish Airforce themesong.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJNI8mO4gZk) ~ Another ex-Communist song, though now played as an Anthem of Defiance.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=921z4LAHvak) ~ Rallying song.

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(Aimeslandish uniforms)

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(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdMLb3eiWWg) ~ Flagsong

The Aimeslandish flag is a banner that appears to be black/white, but 'tis really Blue, a really-dark blue and a really-light blue which resembles "black" and "white," though Foreigners do not know this, or how important it is to them.

The cross symbolizes Intersectionality/Crossroads and many pathways or directions, but also the Openmind of Aimeslandish people.

[Guuj Xaat Kil]

January 25, 1935
Presidential Palace

Portait of President Galen Y. Hiramson
in exaggerated clothing

He awoke to the room's ever growing chilliness, and tilting his head sideways, he saw the fireplace slowly dying, and the sky outside a deep shade of dark blue, and with drops of rain pelting the windowpane "That explains the chill." His gaze fell to the other side, towards a clock, whose hands indicated a time slightly quarter to five. He arose slowly from the bed, rubbing his eyes before giving it a quick shake to banish the tiredness away.

Annoyance briefly flashed on the man's face, "Can't seem to get my sleep and wake up cycles right." He muttered before rising up from the bed, tidying it up as quickly as he could; the housekeepers would straighten out his bed's semi-clean state later anyway.

The next few minutes was a blur of habits so ingrained it was instinctual by now; brush, bathe, clothe. Not much thought was put into this time, not that he needed to, everything he did was just right.

Next thing he knew, he was by the opened doorway; there he would turn his back to glance at the windows behind him, glass fogging up and the view beyond a dim world of greenery and stone, drenched in the fierce southern rain...

He shook his head once more, and left.

The hallways had maids and assistants already scurrying about, doing their work, and greeting him with a quick "Mr. President" whenever he passed by them; one had told him his coffee and meal was ready, and off he went, veering leftward in a crossroads of corridors towards the kitchens.

No sunlight passed through the window panes this early in the morning, very much so with the rain, resulting in the electric lights' orange glowing dominating the lighting, it all felt artificial, and cold. It wasn't long before he arrived at his destination, a certain corridor and the doorway at the end of it.

"A strange day," He mused, a contemplative look forming on his face as he approached the kitchen doorway, "Teetering both on melancholy and serenity." He then walked through the kitchen's doorways, revealing the various warm and inviting scents that had been building up within, banishing the coldness of the rain-cooled hall outside.

Upon a table was, as promised by that assistant from earlier, his meal. A large serving of eggs benedict and bacons, with a cup of black coffee to match. His look shifted to the table's other occupant, and here he could allow a small smile to form.

Lillian E. Hiramson, daughter of the deceased Gideon Y.
Hiramson and Mary Ann Hiramson nee Euren

It was none other than his granddaughter, already with a half finished plate of pancakes flavored with honey that already seeped into the meal of flour and eggs, and matched with a cup of milk coffee.

He resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow, he still expected her to be drinking warm milk rather than a caffeinated beverage at this age. "Welcome to the early morning kid, ready for the day?"

The delivery could've been better, but this was all he needed for now. She looked up at him, nodding a moment later before returning her attention towards the food.

"Good morning sir, I've readied myself accordingly for today." It was faint, but what Galen had experienced in his life made him a good listener, allowing him to pick up the line with ease.

He frowned at her response, "Haven't I told you already, to drop the sir for something like "pa" or "pops"?" his voice was leaning more on disappointed rather than annoyed, "Even when we've lived under practically the same roof for four years, it still seems like we're strangers or something."

Her plate was almost empty by the time he stopped talking, "But, you're the president." she countered, voice louder by a small margin this time, "We're strangers, more or less."

He was sipping while she talked, and raised a finger once she was done, a muffled sound that was probably an "Ah" came out from him.

Placing the mug back on the table, "Ah, but we both are, above all else, kin," quickly raising another finger to quell her retort, he continued, "And not just any kin, but grandchild and grandparent." He took a bite out of his eggs and bacon, quickly swallowing them in order to resume his talk with her. "And unlike other parents out there, I actually wanted great grandchildren ASAP. Sure, I'd be called an old codger even when I was still in my early forties," a faint smirk formed on his face, "But at least I'd have grandchildren to dote over, and having the only grandchild close to you treat you like a stranger? I'm wounded."

A small silence formed, and was quickly ended with Lillian's sigh of resignation, an obvious smile had formed just shortly after though.

"Alright, you win... Pa." A smile to match her own formed on the President's- no, her grandfather's face.

"Well, that's one small step for you," he began, "And one giant leap for a normal relationship between granddaughter and gramps without the fact that the latter is president to cloud the waters." A soft chuckle was her response, although it was all he needed. He took a quick gander at the window, still raining "Speaking of cloud the waters..." His gaze fell once more upon Lillian, "Well, you better get ready, wouldn't want to be late now do we?" he reminded her, quickly adding, "Isn't that high school you're attending starts classes at 5:30 or something? And in this rain, I'm sure there'll be delays."

Her widening eyes, quick nod, and rapid consumption of her food proved him right. "Yeah, Madam Granger doesn't allow late attendees to enter her classes," and speaking of entering, a maid had come in with the paper in hand, which Galen quickly took and read; his narrowing eyes told her something was off, "S- pa, is something wrong?" A grimace for an initial response, something was definitely wrong here.

"Yes, a war has broken out in that continent of Terra," he told her as he skimmed rapidly over the paper, "All thanks to that Aimesland's antics." He handed the paper over to her; this was an odd quirk of hers, being so interested in the news and politics in general at such a young age; had this country been a monarchy, she'd definitely be an heir.

By the time she finished getting a good skim and understanding of the paper in her hands, President Galen had already risen up and tidied his collar and tie. "Looks like gramps has work to do and a congress to tame," he said, and before leaving the room, he turned, "Unfortunate that you have classes on this dreary day. How many days have you been absent since the start of the year?"

He already knew the answer, but it was nice to talk with the only relative that would talk to you. "Um, none, gramps," he nearly smiled, "I thought being absent most of the time at home made that clear." It was clear from the face alone and the distracted tone of her voice, that she was deep in her thoughts about the recent developments in Terra.

He nodded in response to her, then a devious smirk grew on his face, "This rain is getting fiercer by the minute," he noted, right on cue the outside flashed in lightning, and a few moments later came the thunder, "I suppose a girl living far from the school could be excused due to inclement weather no?"

Her response was a surprised look shifting rapidly into a thoughtful one, "Hmm... I suppose that is true," she said with a small smile, "But... No, I don't think messing up such a perfect record- and near the end of the month too- would be appropriate." She quickly donned a hat for her raincoat, and left the kitchen.

She paused and turned, "Thanks for the offer anyways, pa." And left.

He was smiling when she left, "Some parts of that old shell remain to this day, but we're clearing them out till there's none left." he looked at the now lonely table, noting the bottle of honey syrup on it, "She's no picky girl, but some blueberry syrup ought to cheer her up some..

He sighed and leaned on the doorframe, "A dutiful girl at an age where others would be living out their teen years to the fullest," he smiled as her distant frame turned around a hallway corner, disappearing from sight; his eyes slowly narrowed, "Already this mature and still maturing fast... Too fast." He would then leave the kitchen's vicinity a few moments later with a growing frown. "That day was not kind upon her..."

---

Later that day; 26th Congress in Session
Capitol of the Confederation, Combined Chambers

The first thing on the docket today was of course, the war in Terra. Aimesland had gotten declared war on by Nihon over a few destroyers, and it would've been likely that other declarations of war were soon to follow thanks to the former's aggressive rhetoric against the monarchies that ruled the majority of the world.

If this war had occurred decades ago in an age of the Confederacy where blood ran hot and anti-monarchist rhetoric was strong, the Confederation would ensure that an intervention on the side of the Aimeslanders would occur and everything being poured into their defense, regardless of distance or logistical costs.

But that was decades ago, and now the blood had cooled, more reasonable voices had arisen. But with that wave of reason came the pragmatists, especially a certain senator and his circle of yes-men and the convinced.

As for himself, well…

Hiramson couldn't really argue with what the senator was saying, "Quite the realpolitik politician, that Senator Armstrong." he couldn't help but mutter inwardly, "Man's got his alright rhetoric, some things leave a bit to be desired though." And as for said senator...

Colorized picture of Senator Steven Armstrong giving a
speech at a recently opened factory, 1931

"I've been telling you all, this war in Terra is going to be beneficial for this Confederation, both short and long term!" a slammed fist on Armstrong's table, and raised finger as to accentuate his speaking; already were there senators and representatives saying "hear, hear", and some saying to get him out of here, "We're not just gonna get ourselves out of this damned economic plateau and slash unemployment rates with the jobs we'll make, we'll be able to help in knocking those damn imperialist Nihonese scum down a peg!"

It seemed as if the senator had convinced more people, the sounds of "hear, hear" were getting louder at the expense of the naysayers. He slammed both hands onto his table, and looked straight towards President Galen. "Mr. President, I ask that you end this lethargy of self-imposed isolation and let the flag of liberty fly once more!"

The room erupted into clapping and loud voices saying "end this lethargy/isolation". It quickly quieted down when the President raised his hand, and leaned forward. A silent cough to ready his voice.

"Very well Mr. Armstrong, I suppose we could send some aid to Aimesland in the form of selling them military supplies," he quickly told them, "As strange as their ideologies are, they are still a brother republic of ours. And we help our brethren." He sat back down and glanced at the senator. "Mr. Armstrong, I see that you have multiple papers on your table; I assume you have been writing the draft, or better yet, the full text for this deal?"

To this the bulky senator nodded. He adjusted his glasses before taking the topmost paper on the pile, "That is correct Mr. President, and if I may, allow me to say it out for the rest of this august assembly to hear?"

He got a nod, which in turn made him do the same briefly, "Very well..." He quickly cleared his throat.

It was more or less the selling of outdated rifles, pistols, artillery pieces; every outdated piece of military technology the Confederation in fact, to the Blue Republic of Aimesland, as well as selling them the remainder of January and all of February's worth of production used on these items, which included ammunition and other things needed to run the equipment, save for the men of course, that was on them.

The senator had worded it well though, seemingly implying that it was a purge of outdated military equipment within the Armed Forces of the Confederation, and making it sound nice to the pocketing bigwig senators and representatives inside the Combined Chambers. At the end of Armstrong's modest oratory, the room was filled with the sound of clapping. "Very well said senator." That would be the only remark he'll give to the man.

It would be signed into law and would cost the Aimeslandish some 100 to 140 million chi. A productive day for the Confederacy.

---

On the evening of January 25...

Earlier rainy late afternoon in the Confederation's southwest

Another cloudy evening with rain pouring down upon the earth, like yesterday and the day before, and continuing for quite some time most likely, "Not as harsh as that morning pour though." Galen noted from beneath his umbrella. Indeed, unlike the cold, stormy morning and the thunderstorm that plagued the afternoon; this one was a kinder rain, the skies were gray and the clouds that made it so seemed to be on the verge of dissipating. He noted less and less things as he crossed the halfway point of the mile wide park between the Capitol and the Presidential Residence, which was bisected by a road. "Huh, pretty empty today," indeed, the road and the intersections it was connected to were unusually empty today,

"That early morning rain must've discouraged a lot of folks from going to work." And so the street was crossed without a stutter in step, thank goodness for the lack of cars today. "Half a mile to go..."

Rain, light rain under a darkening sky. It was wavering by the time he got to the Residence's doorstep, along with a certain teenager wearing a bear-themed raincoat. "Bit early are we?" he asked, to which he got a faint "yeah" as a response, "And now we ask, why? So... Why?"

They both came up to the rain porch, with Galen rapidly shaking the water out of his umbrella before placing it in its respective container. Lillian on the other hand simply gave her raincoat a firm shake to get the rain off, then hanging it on the nearby rack.

"There was nothing to do there anyway, nobody to talk to." she finally answered after a moment of silence, "Why'd you ask?" He gave her a shrug for an answer.

"If you really need to know an answer," he looked away for a bit, "I guess I just care about you and your well-being."

"Which is tied to mine." An unbidden voice said in his head, and he would frown as she turned toward, and walked past the opened doorway. "Hm" was her response, and a smile went unseen. She was out of earshot when he himself entered the Residence.

"To think I'd be raising a kid again in my old age," not that he was complaining, "Speaking of kids, I wonder how mine are doing..."

Wavering rain of the day, wavering into a drizzling night. And an old man left wondering about the children that had left him.

[Newne Carriebean7]

Emperor Alexander VII in military Uniform, circa 1865.
Carriebean City
Imperial Palace
January 26, 1935

The gentle whisper of birds was faintly heard outside, making Emperor Alexander VII rise from his bed. Stretching long and yawning loud, the chiseled features of the man in a white napping cap and blue napping clothes were accentuated by the wooden floors that he shivered on for a moment while drawing the blinds open.
His sharp blue eyes strained from the sudden rush of sunlight to the retinas, he shielded himself with his forearm and stumbled back into a collection of turtle purses hanging haphazardly on a nearby rack.
“Omph. Fiddlesticks.” With the slight curse word muttered, the Emperor of Carriebean made his way down the stairs unescorted, finding the breakfast hall within the Imperial Palace to have only a few friends. Waving at them nonchalantly while fresh cow milk was served (unpasteurized of course), he downed the shot of white juice, slamming the cup hard on the table like it was a shot glass full of whiskey.

Soon the aging head of a man he wanted little to do with krept uncomfortably and abruptly into view. Taken aback by the sudden appearance, the emperor spilled his milk over his night clothes with a bit more cursing.
“What in sam’s hell are you doing here?!”
“I thought you was asleep, so I broke in through that there glass asshole of your building.”
“You mean the window.”
“Window, glass asshole, what’s the difference ot’er dan pro nun ce ation. I had no idea I backed nuns, did you?”
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
“I wear the title with pride each and every day the Prime Minister attempts to beat my head over with a rolling pin comedi kally. Now, we gots a whol buncha shit we’re goin’ t’ need you to sort out.”
“Woah woah woah, I cant handle every little problem you have. Don't bitch and moan to the Emperor when a bill is defeated, Leading Minister. By the way, shouldn't you be working?” The Emperor now glared at the Prime Minister in an accusatory and irritated voice..
“Heh heh, I’m playin’ hookie.”
“You’ve left your post.”
“Oh please, it’s just a lil’ R and R, just some harmless hooki ya son of a bitch.”
“For the love of god stop referring to Alexander as a son of a bitch. Now, what did you come to bother me with?”
The Leading Minister scrunched up his face before beaming happily.
“Oh right!” He soon got out a crumpled up newspaper and laid it out on the table.
“Oh for fucks sakes, Nihon’s on the war path again. The damned Aimslandian navy sticking their nose where they really shouldn't be.” The Emperor muttered, clearly irritated.
“I’m not one to defend the Aimslandian cause, but do you think Nihon should have seen something like this coming? I mean, in retrospect it seemed foolish to broadly puff up their chests and hope not to attract unwarranted attention like this.”
“Oh I’m damn sure the Nihonese were perfectly justified in pushing back the anti-slavery, far left wing radicals that helm that gorilla state of theirs. If anything we should join them immediately!”
“That’s not so wise, Bantejø. We’ll need to wait for a perfect storm to arrive.”
The sound of rain then began to be heard on the roofs of the classical Carriebeanian imperial palace, with bright flashes of lighting as a storm rolled into the capital rather quickly.
“There’s your storm! We must strike while the iron is hot, Yer Majestee!”
“Carriebeanian forces are in no way armed or prepared for such an outcome. It would prove disastrous to the army and navy if we were to participate. The best course of action is belligerent neutrality. Organize a small fleet to partake in ‘freedom of the seas’ naval exercises through the Aimslandish international waters. If they raise a fuss, we’ll blow them up and then, my good one hundred and twenty year old leading minister, then you shall have the damned war you wish for.”
A smile then crept over Leading Minister Marchiba Bantejø’s face as his body was illuminated by another flash of lighting and finished off with a growl of thunder from the rainy, sobbing clouds above.

CARRIEBEAN DAILY SENTINEL

“FIERCE CONDEMNATION” OF “AGGRESSIVE AND BELLIGERENT ACTIONS UNDERTAKEN BY THE MANTICORIAN AND AIMSLANDISH ARMED FORCES”

In response to the flagrantly belligerent, bellicose and war hawk like attitudes by countries of Manticore and Aimsland, the Carriebeanian Minister of Foreign Affairs has issued a fiery statement, which reads thusly to all respective parties in the dispute (Nihon, Manticore, Aimsland):

“It is in the interest of the Carriebeanian foreign policy to ensure the survival of both the nation and the continuous cooperation between Nihonese and Carriebeanian forces. As such, we issue a total and complete condemnation of the highest degree at the ‘devilish’ attitudes that seem to take up the heads of the Manticore and Aimslandish national governments. Such belligerence will not be tolerated by the Carriebeanian nation, and seeks to fully assist our co-belligerent ally of the Empire of Nihon using any and all methods at our disposal, ranging from peaceful to slightly militant tactics in the utmost preservation of peace.

Furthermore, the Carriebeanian nation is readily willing to die for the restoration of pre-war borders of Carriebean, though this is really a side-goal to the defense of Nihon with any and all military and civilian forces at the disposal of Carriebean. In addition, the Armed Forces of Carriebean, including her soldiers, militia members and sailors/airmen have all been recalled from leave and put on action stations for preparations for a 'belligerent outcome from those on the political extreme from a foreign power'

Any and all limited trade, commerce and exchange and persons not of Carriebeanian or Nihonese migration residing in Carriebeanian Primary Territories must leave within 6 hours to the publication of this statement, after which those that remain shall either be arrested, murdered and eaten to insure cannibalistic vigor in Carriebeanian soldiers or be sold into slavery to ensure the family nucleus of the drunken and abusive grandfather/grandmother of every Carriebeanian household is not shaken asunder. for the upcoming and inevitable mother of all battles which shall see Carriebean restored to her full pre 1870 borders.

Any and all ships still within Carriebeanian ports not flying Carriebeanian merchant jacks or the Warglorian, Sverian and Nihonese equivalent shall have their vessels boarded, crews arrested and cargo seized for the war effort. Potential reimbursement and safe passage of the crews will be negotiated with Carriebeanian authorized Prize-Ambassadors appointed by the Congress of Carriebean and approved by the President of Carriebean.

---

NIHONESE WISHES FOR CARRIEBEANIAN ASSISTANCE, CARRIEBEAN DOES ONE BETTER, DECLARE WAR

The Imperial Government representatives of His Royal Majesty and the Sovereign of the Nihonese Empire visited the Carriebeanian Embassy and the halls of Carriebeanian Ambassador to Nihon Loretta Burns. Burns, not fluent in Japanese, spoke with the Imperial Representatives via the help of an often drunk and easily pissed off translator, who offended the Nihonese on multiple occasions.

Despite the initial hiccups, the drunken and quick to anger translator was left behind when Burns suggested a game of hide and go seek, during which the members moved to a nearby room while locking the drunken translator in the embassy’s nonfunctioning water closet. Now with less distractions and offenses in the culture of Nihon, the discussions were more “productive” in comparison to earlier sessions between Carriebean and Nihon diplomats. A new Carriebeanian translator fluent in both Japanese and Olde Carriespeak enabled more fluent communication between both nation’s ambassadors.
While normally discussions between the ambassadors are often kept private, Burns has opted to release the full transcript of the meeting bellow:

Burns: “Oh herro. You musta be da nihonese. Very Honorabru. You rike rice? Oh herro.”
Translation to the Nihonese: “You’re feet smell like cabbages, it is very honorable. Rice is wonderful this time of year. The Carriebeanian Government is honored to be meeting with you.”
Nihonese: “We thank your firm commitment to the cause of our sovereignty. Though we must inquire as to why you requested this meeting on such short notice? Are there internal problems within Carriebean which you wish to share only with us, or are you planning on a more militarist path forwards?”
Translation to Burns: “Thank you for saving our ass. Very Honroabru. Yesu Yesu motherfuckersu. Why the fuck you meet with us? You no pay for rice? We give you fortune cookie for free. Is there daddy issues in Carriebean at home? You wanna fuck the enemy with soldiers? I give you good rice.”
Burns:”The reason why I meet with you goddamned, slimy motherfucking Nips is to ensure our tight nit bonds between our two countries don't break and so that you can maybe bail us out in the event we go to war with Manticore for shits and giggles. Caribbean remains...together. That is all I can really wish of the nation. It’s still in once piece and I’m still employed as the ambassador!”
Translation to the Nihonese: “It is to ensure the tight nickels between Carriebean and Nihon are not eaten by the Manticore devils. If they did eat it, we would be out ten whole cents. That would piss me off royally. Carriebean is committed to having your back in military conflicts and we expect the same treatment, as good allies should. The nation remains in less of a complete clusterfuck ,but that leaves room for vigilance in the event of internal threats. I am grateful to be the ambassador to Nihon.”
Nihonese: “Well- we thank you for your tireless service to ensure the ties do not break. Carriebean is a most honorable country, and we bless it’s fertile fields. However, you answered the question a bit too vaguely as to the purpose of this meeting. Can you rephrase it to be more concrete, faithfull ally?”
Translation to Burns: “Uh, something something thank you for bailing us out, something something speak the fuck up you carriebeanian lover of nihon. We’re blessing your shit fields because muh diplomacy and muh guns. Could you ask an actual question rather than flowery bullshit you incompetent, tiny and shithole of a faithful ally?”
Burns:”Well, you’re very welcome for bailing you out. I swear, If I hadn't had my credit, I’d be- wait where was I? Whose house is this? Oh right I’m the ambassador of ambassadoring my ambassadorial credentials to other ambassadors. Shit. You motherfuckers want a question? Fine. Would your nation be opposed to Carriebean directly intervening in the Aimslandish affair? By direct intervention, I mean declaring war on Aimsland with the intention of enslaving their populace to boost up the morale of the middle class in order to ensure our President’s victory in upcoming election. You know, nice shit like that.”
Translation to the Nihonese:”I am the ambassador of ambassadors. Pretzel genocide. Fuck the Fish. Why? No real reason, I’m just bored. So would you be opposed to Carriebean declaring war on Aimsland for a political reason based on our internal affairs?”
Nihonese: “Well, I mean, the help is always wanted, I’m just concerned with your track records in wars. We appreciate a steadfast ally such as your nation, It’s just that you… tend to lose. Do you do this on purpose?”
Translation to Burns: “Thanks for the help, but you tend to lose wars, is this part of your master plan or is that just a side effect of leading your country?”
Translation to Burns: “Are you doing this shit on purpose or not?”
Burns: “Yes, whatever the question was. Yes.”
Translation to the Nihonese: “No.”
Nihonese: “What.”
Translation to Burns: “Excellent! We’ll fund you with loans!”
Burns: “That’s fucking fantastic. We can hammer out the first payment. How about 22.1 million Sais for a start? Then we’ll triple it next month.”
Translation to the Nihonese: “Pay up you china motherfuckers. 22 million then we triple it.”
Nihonese: “This is an outrage! We are not being blackmailed! You really should curb your tounge you...pearly faced homeless vagabond.”
Translation to Burns: “Bitch.”
Burns: “Goddamnit, I’d declare war on your sorry ass but we need help. Maybe I can offer some of my other services, if you know my profession.”
Translation to the Nihonese: “Ok fine you don't have to pay. But I am a prostitute sooo… It might come with the territory.”
Nihonese: “Outrageous! We are not going to have the dark magic of bishamonten, the war god, awoken on our souls!”
Translation to Burns: “Haha, that’s funny, but no. We’re not doing that shit. Fuck you.”
Burns: “Fuck me? That’s my profession you son of a bitch! But you have to pay first! Can we get back to matters at hand. Now my government is willing to fully support your government in being a government against the other enemy government. Government tactic motherfuckers. I have good word that the Carriebeanian government shall undertake traditional wartime practices. Your populace will be exempt from such traditional practices, such as arresting the nationalities of foes of Carriebean. In fact, we shall encourage both men and women into military units known as “foreign tensuns” of 1,000 personnel each.”
Translation to the Nihonese: “Imma prostitute, get it? No? Fuck you. Oh, by the way we’re going to do some wartime practices. You know, arrest enemy leaders, expel their diplomatic teams, prepare for war, that shit. As you are our ally, we’re going to not only exempt you from such racist actions, but encourage mixed brigades of Carriebeanian officers under Nihonese volunteers to support your forces against Aimslandish aggression.”
Nihonese: “Excellent news honorable, if peculiar, allies! We shall need all the help against the devils in Aimsland that offend the good honor of Nihon and stain the name of Carriebean! Together we cannot possibly fail! Banzai!”
Translation to Burns: “Yay! We’re going to need all the help we can get, so move your asses faster! Together, we are an unstoppable force, an immovable object, an insurmountable team to defeat the radical leftish nazis that hold up within Aimsland and Manticore! Banzai!”
Burns: “I expect nothing less than fleeting moments of competence from Carriebeanian soldiers. Carriebean will not falter in her commitments to Nihon. We shall declare war within hours of my meeting!”
Translation to the Nihonese: “Bitch we’re going to war. We shall be declaring war on the bitches within the walls of Aimsland soon enough. We will not fail our Emperors or Prime Ministers. The iron will of the Carriebeanian-Nihonese Alliance is stronger than any bullet, tank or mean swear word the enemy yells at us!”

A Declaration of the deterioration of foreign relations between Carriebean and the Blue Republican Government of Aimsland

ALIENATED by the feeling of increased belligerence on behalf of the Aimsland government owing to recent affairs:
DISTURBED by the Aimslandish radical liberal spirit in their national country, and feeling threatened by their vows for illegal international abolition, which shall harm the lower markets of the Carriebeanian Slave Trade:
ALARMED at the deterioration of relations between the Carriebeanian ally and co-belligerent of Nihon with the Blue Republican Government of Aimsland:
Hear by calls not only a jihad, but a secular war on the government and the people of the Blue Republican Government of Aimsland:
This message has been instructed by his majesty' government to be delivered by Carriebeanian Ambassador to Aimsland Hugo Fatson McDonald on the First of February in the year of our most sacred allah 1935.

From Left to Right,Minister of Manufacturing Lee Mao Rango, Leading Minister Marchiba Bantejø, Minister of Foreign Affairs Joseph Birmingham Harold

Presidential Palace
Carriebean City

Normally, the Cabinet of Carriebean would seldom meet thrice in one day. Often it was a morning session that would last until noon, after which they retired to their respective homes and places of rest. However, the flood of newspapers involving the rapid development of recent events uprooted the honored traditions of Carriebeanian politicians. Congress and Parliament had been called back into emergency sessions, riddled with the smells of gunpowder and human waste, so business as normal really.

However, what changed was the anxiety of many members of Parliament and Congress members. Many of them were exhausted and rather anxious at recent events. A slew of bills promising undivided backing in the areas of finance and supreme human capital (slave labor) to the Nihonese were passed by narrow margins. Also on the agenda was the formal declaration of war on the Aimslandian infidels, which passed by a slightly larger margin in comparison.

Those belonging to a more nationalist Patriotic Party began to argue why Carriebean should even be embroiled in ‘someone else’s war.’ Those in the internationalist branch of the Patriotic Party and more jingoistic members of both the war communists and Pirate party both rallied behind Nihonese, vowing millions of ‘carriebeanian carbines’ destined for the ‘docks of nihon’. Opposing them were more nationalist and far left communists, who blasted the conflict as an “imperialist crusade”, with a minority even wanting to attack Nihon and ally with the Aimslandians.

Still, the combined internationalist war communists/pirate party/Patriotic managed to narrowly out vote the anti-war bloc 183 to 182 for the first vote and 185 to 180 for the second vote. However, the communists enjoyed a successful blocking of funding military operations for a period longer than one year by a narrow 184 to 181. Whatever Carriebean did, they were limited to military funding directly for up to a year.

Quite a narrow window to win a war. But they didn't say anything about losing a war, and if there was one thing Carriebean proved exemplary at, it was losing wars.


Leading Minister Marchiba Bantejø spat his cigar’s ashes into the nearby ash tray and slammed his hands on the table, clearly enraged at the Minister of Joseph Birmingham Harold, who returned the same devilish glare of pure hatred and utter contempt right back at him via his burning eyes.
“We are not ready for a fucking war!”
“Tough shit saweet cakes! We sin’ed der order an’ we is a g’on t’ war! It passed Congress did it not?”
“Yes, but very narrowly, you cant possibly assume the people will stand for another conflict-”
“They stood it in the past an’ I’ll be gud damn’ed if they revolt ‘gainst us now! I blame those commie motherfuckers in Congress.”
“The War Communists backed the bills, Leading Minister!”
“Dat Don’t not matter no more do is boy?! T’ matter is we is at war. We’re backin’ up the Nihanians weather they like it or if they g’an git pissed off t’ us.”
“If they are enraged that will mean a war with them. Do you want that?!”
“Bullshit, they’re not gutsy enough or suicidal enough like us to actually commit sudoku!”
“Seppuku.”
“What t’ Fook ever. Same difference, different ‘nunciations. Admeerail, what’s our toppings for this pizza o’ war?”
Minister of the Navy Sam Norrington swallowed hard before sliding a piece of paper over to the Leading Minister, who squinted hard at it before sliding the paper back to the minister.
“I can’t really see what this says. Remember I’m one hundred and twenty years old for fucks sake! Read it aloud.”
With slim determination abound in his eyes, Shitty Sam cleared his throat and read off the list.
“Carriebeanian Main Fleet Overview of Raw Numbers by Ship Type, compiled by the Minister of Naval Affairs at the direction of the President of Carriebean, with approval of his illustrious Majesty of Carriebean.

1 Aircraft Carrier
2 Pre-Dreadnought Battleships
5 Dreadnought Battleships
4 Baby Battleships
4 Battlecruisers
7 Coastal Defense Ships
8 Protected Cruisers
6 Armored Cruisers
5 Light Cruisers
15 Heavy Destroyers
75 Destroyers
90 Minelayers/Minesweepers
40 Armed Trawlers
2 Torpedo Depot Ships
15 Torpedo Gunboats
18 Torpedo Boat Rafts.

That is all.”
The Leading Minister shifted uncomfortably upon listening to the long list of ship types and their overall quantity.
“Carriebeanian Imperial Navy is clearly lagging behind in many areas, from capital ship production to the implementation of the raiding doctrine popularized by big dreadnought fanboys. There still remains a large amount of work to be done.”


“I say we begin construction on more larger vessels, at least nine aircraft carriers, fifteen dreadnought battleships, ten heavy cruisers, fifteen light cruisers and thirty heavy destroyers for a start, on top of an additional 125 destroyers and 100 minelayers/minesweepers and 25 more submarines.” Wilhelmina Constance of the defunct Ministry of Pro-Amendment motioned.
Immediately, the Manufacturing minister Lee Mao Rango raised a fit about the large numbers Constance was proposing.
“That’s far too many ships for our dockyards to handle! Nine aircraft carriers, when our dockyards are stuffed with just two being swarmed and built up as we speak! Fifteen dreadnoughts is far too many. The smaller vessels might be able to be handled better, but in smaller dosages of half the number Constance is suggesting.”

“I see.” Began the Leading Minister. “So you wish to construct twenty five destroyers and minelayers for a start?”

Rango nodded his head in the affirmative at this proposal.
“That wouldn’t overwhelm the dockyards and bring enough work for the manufacturing ministry to enable the ships to be built in a gradual fashion. The unfortunate part is we’ve got two slipways that might be used for the capital ships taken up by aircraft carrier conversions from paddle wheel steamers, though eight months will really fly on by, so those slipways will be clear soon enough for the baby battleships or actual dreadnoughts.”
“Why not ask foreign nations to utilize their dockyards?”
“I-well I- I never thought of asking the Warglorians or the Nihonese for help in building anything before.” The Manufacturing Minister replied sheepishly in between drags of his cigar and swigs of his wine.
“Oh what’s the worst that could happen? Besides, I think they’d go for it. We’ll pay them to allow us to use their dockyards for the construction of our new capital ships. Easy.”

CARRIEBEANIAN “LORETTA” CLASS DREADNOUGHT BATTLESHIPS
Possible names include:
Loretta (Hull number 72)
Empress Grace (Hull number 74)
Emperor David (Hull number 77)

Displacement: 27,675 tons
Length: 785 feet
Beam: 109 feet
Installed Power:
2 Reciprocating Engines
15 Bestton and Britten wood fire boilers
Propulsion:
3 triple propellers
Top Speed: 24 knots
Range: 6,000 nmi at 12 knots
Complement: 1,203 enlisted and 197 officers for a total of 1,400 personnel

Armament:
4 x 17 inch (2 x 2)
8 x 14.7 inch (4 x 2)
10 x 4.7 inch side cannons (10 x 1)
12 x 3 inch side cannons (12 x 1)
22 x .303 mm vinegar Machine Guns (22 x 1)
8 x 2 inch Anti Aircraft Flak Cannons (8 x 1)
14 x 1.5 inch Anti Aircraft Flak Cannons (14 x 1)
6 x triple 21 inch torpedo tubes (below waterline)

CARRIEBEANIAN “DARVIC” CLASS DREADNOUGHT BATTLESHIPS
Possible names include:
Darvic (Hull number 83)
Morzo (Hull number 92)
Leroy (Hull number 99)

Displacement: 35,620 tons
Length: 800 feet
Beam: 110 feet
Installed Power:
4 Reciprocating Engines
8 Bestton and Britten coal fired boilers
20 Bestton and Britten wood fire boilers
Propulsion:
3 triple propellers
Top Speed: 27 knots
Range: 7,000 nmi at 15 knots
Complement: 1,625 enlisted and 175 officers for a total of 1,900 personnel

Armament:
4 x 15 inch (2 x 2)
12 x 14 inch (6 x 2)
18 x 4.7 inch side cannons (18 x 1)
20 x .303 mm Vinegar machine guns (20 x 1)
17 x 1.1 inch Quad Anti Aircraft guns (17 x 1)
14 x 2 inch Anti Aircraft Flak Cannons (14 x 1)
12 x triple 21 inch torpedo tubes (below waterline)

The Leading Minister crumpled up his thin moustache and frowned.
“Because our yards are tied in building fancifull aircraft carriers at an alarming and reckless rate, that’s why we’ve been forced to contract out our naval orders to the allies we have? Why not just cancel the carriers, liberate those slipways and get our sailors swarming over them to hasten construction?”
“Eight to nine months, we’re being cockblocked from battleships. Eight to nine months which we might be able to see a keel of something, but nope! They want to convert paddle wheel steamers to goddamned aircraft carriers! I really wish we could, but we’ll just have to rely on our allies to foot the bill on this issue.”
The cabinet arose in a sleepy symphony of nods and slight grumbles from the more jingoistic and nationalistic ministers before the meeting finally was extinguished with the helpful chime of the grandfather clock.
“Goddamn, it’s noon already. Alright, see ya everyone.” Leading Minister Marchiba Bantejø was heard to mutter before leaving the room with a loud door slam behind him.
“Instruct our foreign minister to deliver a note to the Warglorians and Nihonians. We request assistance in the construction of capital ships for the Imperial Navy and wish to have your assistance, financial, technical or physical, in exchange for either select monopolies on Carriebeanian resources or monthly installments, akin to tribute toward your government coffers directly.”

To: Warglorian Foreign Ministry or appropriate departments
From: The Carriebeanian Office of Foreign Affairs (COFA)
Greetings you nazi wannabees! It is of the express interest of the Carriebeanian Government, unofficially headed by Leading Minister Marchiba Bantejø with the express blessing of President Rachlét Partenbre for a discussion of the following:

Carriebeanian capital ship production is stalled owing to the construction of modified aircraft carriers from paddle wheel steamers. As a result, the dockyard space is limited, though progress is proceeding on a single experimental battleship named in honor of Wargloria, called the Klaus Adler. What we need are dockyards. What your country has (hopefully I didn't call up some landlocked middle earth shithole) are ports. We wish to send enough personnel over to start construction on a class of three battleships of the “Loretta” Class. The statistics for the ships are displayed down below:

CARRIEBEANIAN “LORETTA” CLASS DREADNOUGHT BATTLESHIPS
Possible names include:
Loretta (Hull number 72)
Empress Grace (Hull number 74)
Emperor David (Hull number 77)

Displacement: 27,675 tons
Length: 785 feet
Beam: 109 feet
Installed Power:
2 Reciprocating Engines
15 Bestton and Britten wood fire boilers
Propulsion:
3 triple propellers
Top Speed: 24 knots
Range: 6,000 nmi at 12 knots
Complement: 1,203 enlisted and 197 officers for a total of 1,400 personnel

Armament:
4 x 17 inch (2 x 2)
8 x 14.7 inch (4 x 2)
10 x 4.7 inch side cannons (10 x 1)
12 x 3 inch side cannons (12 x 1)
22 x .303 mm vinegar Machine Guns (22 x 1)
8 x 2 inch Anti Aircraft Flak Cannons (8 x 1)
14 x 1.5 inch Anti Aircraft Flak Cannons (14 x 1)
6 x triple 21 inch torpedo tubes (below waterline)

Armor:
Belt: 7 inches to 14 inches
Conning Tower: 10 inches
Deck: 2.0-2.5 inches
Turrets: 14 inches to 5.0 inches

Furthermore, if it’s not too much more, if you would host the crews with the techichal schematics for the Darvic Class Dreadnoughts we also wish for you to construct for us.

CARRIEBEANIAN “DARVIC” CLASS DREADNOUGHT BATTLESHIPS
Possible names include:
Darvic (Hull number 83)
Morzo (Hull number 92)
Leroy (Hull number 99)

Displacement: 35,620 tons
Length: 800 feet
Beam: 110 feet
Installed Power:
4 Reciprocating Engines
8 Bestton and Britten coal fired boilers
20 Bestton and Britten wood fire boilers
Propulsion:
3 triple propellers
Top Speed: 27 knots
Range: 7,000 nmi at 15 knots
Complement: 1,625 enlisted and 175 officers for a total of 1,900 personnel

Armament:
4 x 15 inch (2 x 2)
12 x 14 inch (6 x 2)
18 x 4.7 inch side cannons (18 x 1)
20 x .303 mm Vinegar machine guns (20 x 1)
17 x 1.1 inch Quad Anti Aircraft guns (17 x 1)
14 x 2 inch Anti Aircraft Flak Cannons (14 x 1)
12 x triple 21 inch torpedo tubes (below waterline)

Armor:
Belt: 7.7 inches to 14 inches
Conning Tower: 11 inches
Deck: 2.15-2.75 inches
Turrets: 15 inches to 5.0 inches

Payment is negotiable, though if you have older battleships from the early 1910s that you would see in better care with the Imperial Carriebeanian Navy, we will gladly take those off your hands and commission them within our navy in a little ceremony.