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by Arthurista » Thu Feb 12, 2015 6:20 pm
by Virana » Thu Feb 12, 2015 8:13 pm
by Rodarion » Thu Feb 12, 2015 8:41 pm
by Central Prestonia » Fri Feb 13, 2015 10:11 am
Puzikas wrote:Machine Cult of the V8
Steel Cult of the Murdercube³
Organic Cult of the Undying Axolotl
nomine ferri, machinam, et Sanguinem
Ave.
by Arthurista » Sat Feb 14, 2015 1:59 pm
by Central Prestonia » Sun Feb 15, 2015 11:51 pm
Puzikas wrote:Machine Cult of the V8
Steel Cult of the Murdercube³
Organic Cult of the Undying Axolotl
nomine ferri, machinam, et Sanguinem
Ave.
by The Eagleland » Tue Feb 17, 2015 8:53 am
by Central Prestonia » Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:05 pm
Puzikas wrote:Machine Cult of the V8
Steel Cult of the Murdercube³
Organic Cult of the Undying Axolotl
nomine ferri, machinam, et Sanguinem
Ave.
by Bogoria1 » Sat Feb 21, 2015 3:30 pm
by Central Prestonia » Sat Feb 28, 2015 11:23 pm
Puzikas wrote:Machine Cult of the V8
Steel Cult of the Murdercube³
Organic Cult of the Undying Axolotl
nomine ferri, machinam, et Sanguinem
Ave.
by Central Prestonia » Fri Mar 06, 2015 12:12 am
Puzikas wrote:Machine Cult of the V8
Steel Cult of the Murdercube³
Organic Cult of the Undying Axolotl
nomine ferri, machinam, et Sanguinem
Ave.
by Bogoria1 » Fri Mar 06, 2015 2:34 pm
by Virana » Sun Mar 08, 2015 7:04 pm
by Central Prestonia » Sun Mar 08, 2015 10:54 pm
Puzikas wrote:Machine Cult of the V8
Steel Cult of the Murdercube³
Organic Cult of the Undying Axolotl
nomine ferri, machinam, et Sanguinem
Ave.
by Central Prestonia » Thu Mar 12, 2015 10:47 pm
Puzikas wrote:Machine Cult of the V8
Steel Cult of the Murdercube³
Organic Cult of the Undying Axolotl
nomine ferri, machinam, et Sanguinem
Ave.
by Rodarion » Sat Mar 14, 2015 1:43 pm
by Bogoria1 » Thu Mar 19, 2015 7:21 pm
by Rodarion » Sun Apr 12, 2015 12:26 am
by Belfras » Wed Apr 22, 2015 12:50 pm
The morning breeze carried with it the familiar chill that waved down the Fanwerth river, all the way past the Merryton Hills and out into Portsdown Bay. That breeze fluttered the flags in front of the Parliament, causing their colours and hidden histories to bare all in the ever-majestic fashion that flags do. Nineteen flag poles. The fifteen provinces of Belfras had their own flags, each flew from their respective flag-poles in unison. Laesico, Belfras' oldest overseas possession and now major naval base, had it's own flag, the quartet of stars partnered with the Belfrasian cross sounding it's history back to the imperial days of the Empire. The final flag was Yoshiwa, an archipelago nation that chose to rejoin the Kingdom following the dissolution of the Western Confederacy. At the head and feet of this line of flags flew the Belfrasian cross, mighty as ever and noticeably larger.
"The Bogorian situation isn't going away." a pointy nose, crooked teeth, and scars that were too many to be explained away by mere accidents. Charles, or Mister Charles, was probably one of the best directors the Royal Intelligence Agency has ever seen and was, put simply, a 'scary person' that your parents always told you to stay away from. If it wasn't for the armed guards that followed him around or the motorcade he rode in, you'd expect him to be at a kids playground offering candy. "If anything, Mister Prime Minister, it's getting worse. The Rodarions are on the verge of invading. It doesn't take being Director of Intelligence to know this. What does the King want to do?"
"His Majesty prefers to leave matters of state to the elected government, Charles." Sentar snorted briefly, spitting a wad of phlegm aside before taking a puff on the cigarette in his right hand. "All he wants is to grow old and tend to that fucking garden. Still, could be worse." he noticed he had attracted Charles' gaze. "He could be tending to his culinary skills."
"Funny." Charles said in his typical dead-tone voice. His sense of humour was as pale as his skin, which stood in distinct contrast to his black suit and burgundy tie. His eyes left Aaron to look at the surrounding area in the Plaza, the high walls and the million-Belfrie garden gave Parliamentarians an outdoor break area without the risk of things like cameras, sniper rifles, or the common on-looker. At times Aaron had a hard time figuring out which one the Parliamentarians feared the most, a sniper would give their parties a good pity-vote majority at the least.
"The Rodarions are playing things far too obviously now. They're rejecting proposals for an investigation by other nations into the tragedy and have magically found proof. Proof nobody else has found. It happened under the microscopes of many satellites, yet only theirs was magically trained on this one location and saw a smoke plume that witnesses on the ground never saw. Very convenient."
"I know." Aaron tossed the spent cigarette aside. "Fuck it - Everyone knows. Everyone except those damned, brain-washed fools in the Papal States and their fiendish friends. Theirs exactly jack and shit we can do about it. Shit, theirs nothing anyone really wants to do about it. Not here, at least. It's some shit-filled country that doesn't affect us in any way, shape, or form. What would you suggest?" Aaron's voice was a mixture of condescension and a struggled, honest question.
"Mister Prime Minister." Mister Charles spoke quietly, his eyes were fixed beyond those dark sunglasses and onto a rabbit. "Your predecessor was despised on the public stage for cowering away when he thought his domestic ratings would get hurt. He was ridiculed, and his only trophy of his premiership was when he stared down the Rodarions who tried to take our waters just off Callis. Bogoria isn't just about the land, either." he eyed Aaron briefly before settling on watching a plane gently soar across the sky. Charles' brain knew exactly what it was, the 09:30 Isn Deslen to Portsdown flight. "It's about an idea. It's very much CDI versus RCO. And if Rodarion wins, where else will they try their luck? Rodarion wont risk opening up a war over that place, and so far they haven't had a reason to back out."
"So you're suggesting?" Aaron asked briefly, he didn't realize he was speaking as quietly as Charles.
"Start being vocal in your defence of Bogoria." Charles replied, nodding briefly. "Start arranging, very noisily, to send supplies in. Medical supplies, food, whatever. Just be vocal about everything. Loud enough that people wont notice the Myrmidons headed in to start assisting BDF Special Forces. I've got agents in places they can use as safe spots and a relatively safe corridor to get them to the front without much attention."
"Well." Aaron sighed, nodding. "Best laid plans, right? Better one than the rest of the war cabinet gave me, at least. Know anyone in SECGRU we should put in charge?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yes." he grinned a nasty grin.
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