The Berlina Race Accords(PMT/GD/Open)

[United World Order]

THE BERLINA RACE ACCORDS OF 2016

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In order to uphold the traditional values and honor that has bestowed us full blooded Ordenites since the beginning of our great nation. The Berlina Race Accords of 2016 are a set of racial laws that are to be enacted in our modern world in replacement of the then Nuremburg Laws of 1935 which are now mostly outdated in the modern conditions of the Reich. Therefore the Berlina Race Accords shall act as a modern interpretation for what is still to be upheld.

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ARTICLE I

I. A Ordenite is a citizen of the State and who is of Ordenite blood.
ii. Orderians, Castillians, Ralkovians, Hailanders, and Wanderjarians are subjects of there respective states that are considered honorary Ordenites should they obtain citizenship of the Ordenite State.
iii. Ordenite citizens(Incld.Orderians, Castillians, Ralkovians, Wanderjarians, Hailanders) hold full political sovereignty and guaranteed civil rights in accordance to the law and Nation.


ARTICLE II

I. A subhuman is a non-citizen of the State and who is not of Ordenite blood but of a alien race and therefore inferior blood.
ii. Notable subhuman characteristics include:

1. Those not of Ordenite blood.
2. Those who carry the blood of a alien race.
3. Those who speak the language not commonly spoken in Germania.
4. Those that belong to the following groups: Jews(Ralkovian Jews are exempt), Muslim, Gypsies, Slavic, LGBT.
5. Those that suffer from major severe hereditary deformity and diseases.

II. Notable hosts of subhumans include; Mokastana, Holy Panooly, Indras, Ikruschsytan, Nicaro and Firmador, Theohuanacu.


ARTICLE III:

I. A subhuman and a Ordenite may not enter a relationship with each other or look to marry.
ii. A subhuman and a Ordenite may not conduct sexual activity that may bore a child.
iii. A subhuman and a Ordenite may not share a household or property together.
iiii. A subhuman does not by law meet the standard requirements to apply for citizenship in the Ordenite State and Nation.
iiiii. A subhuman by law is barred from free travel or immigration/emigration to the Ordenite State and Nation.


ARTICLE IV.

I. A subhuman by law is classed as a foreign alien in the territory of the Ordenite State and Nation.
ii. A subhuman is therefore barred from basic political and civil rights and freedoms normally granted to Ordenites.
iii. A subhuman is barred from obtaining healthcare, property and or a living wage.


ARTICLE V:

I. Subhumans are if identified as subhuman as of the 9th of June, 2016 are to be held to the fullest extent of judicial law in the Ordenite State and Nation.
ii. Subhumans if living illegally in the Ordenite State and Nation including it's territories as of the 9th of June, 2016 are thereby required to identify themselves as Subhuman and report to there respective territories Office of Racial Matters building for identification and verification.

Signed by,
Christian Richtofen, Reich Fuhrer.
Oswald Grossmann, Reich Party Fuhrer.
Arnold Zieger, Reichminister of Interior.

[Morrdh]

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE OF HER EXCELLENCY'S MORRIDANE GOVERNMENT

RE: BERLINA RACE ACCORDS

On behalf of the Commonwealth of Morrdh, Her Excellency's Government hereby condemns the Fourth Reich of United World Order for the passing of the recent legislation known as the 'Berlina Race Accords'.

Her Excellency's Government views the legislation as a breach of internationally recognized Human Rights and as State enforced and sponsored racial discrimination.

The Commonwealth of Morrdh calls for sanctions against the Fourth Reich and offers refuge to those seeking to flee Ordenite oppression.

In addition the Commonwealth will view the Fourth Reich as a hostile entity until such a time that a regime change is effected.

Edmund Vermillion,
Prime Minister,
Commonwealth of Morrdh.

[Geara]

(Δ) Diplomatic Correspondence (Δ)
His Royal Highness's Government
The Kingdom of Geara

Reichminister Zieger,

It is with some interest that Minister French has followed the development of the Reich's racial structure and, while the latest development is not altogether surprising, it does convey a certain level of hostility that has prompted the writing of this letter. While it certainly is in the interests of all states to dutifully respect the decrees of all other states, there comes a time when the interests of the domestic public clash with the general status of geopolitics. There are business interests, of course, that may potentially be interfered with through the arrest of the rights of Ordenite subhumans under the employ of Gearan citizens. More importantly, Gearans have often flocked the beaches of Halbinsel-Rom for rest and relaxation, a habit that may be interrupted by fears concerning their security. Since this is the case, the Minister has asked that certain exceptions be made to the implementation of these accords so that Gearans and their private interests might weather this particular political storm unscathed by the domestic politics of the Reich.

Specifically, Minister French requests that Gearans be allowed to travel unmolested and under the full protection of law to and from the Reich and that any subhumans currently employed by Gearans be exempt from the classification until their term of employment ends. These minor inflections on the race accords seem to be reasonable steps that will allow the accords to be implemented more smoothly and without so much geopolitical turmoil as you doubtless experience otherwise. Of course, it would be inappropriate for His Royal Highness's government to suggest such policies, even ones so amicable to the cause of the accords, without offering some reciprocal gesture of good faith. Therefore, if the Reich is willing to continue to protect the interests of Gearans in the Reich as suggested here and in future matters, then the King's Government will lift the ban on National Socialist literature and allow the convention of the National Social Gearan Worker's Party in parlance with the doctrines of the Ordenite Reich Party.

Most sincerely,

Karl Meitner
Under-Minister for Schonhiet
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

[United World Order]

Die Amt für Auswärtige Angelegenheiten von Vereinigte Weltordnung

To: Under Minister of Foreign Affairs, Karl Meitner
Subject: Assurance of safety for Gearan public interests in Germania.

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Under Minister Meitner,

Allow me to first make it known that it is with grace that we have been contacted through diplomatic channels by His Majesty's government in Geara. It must be understood that the recently published Berlina Race Accords of 2016 although having been released to viewing by the general public and the world at large. The entirety of what the Berlina Race Accords is set to make standard and make better for the Ordenite state and nation does not imply to foreign citizens who chose to travel abroad to the Reich, specifically Germania through the proper channels of Reich Tourism. As you may know not all tourists are accepted by Reich Tourism and that the qualifications for being able to step foot on Reich soil lie with the behavior and attitude of the countries that said tourists originate from and travel from. Those from certain countries that are allowed to travel abroad to the Reich have already been assured before they even step off there planes that they are given the fullest of protection and safety as humble curious guests in the Ordenite state and nation. A state and nation we would love to allow the whole world to see and share in the wonders those abroad may find within, but with how modern geopolitics and politics in general work this would not be possible.

Let it be known now that all Gearans who are traveling abroad to the Reich will and should be able to continue whatever it is that they were doing as if business as usual. They and you and His Royal Highness have nothing to worry about and we are more than pleased to hear that in return for this that the Gearan National Social Workers Party may be granted political freedom and that literature pertaining to National Socialism will henceforth no longer be barred from book shelves abroad in Geara. On behalf of the Ordenite state and nation, I thank you.

Sincerely signed,
Reichminister of Foreign Affairs, Valentin Voelker.
Reichminister of Interior, Arnold Zieger.

[The State of Monavia]

June 10, AD 2016
0734 hours Monavian Imperial Standard Time

Office of the Queen
First floor, Royal Residence
Chalcedon, Capital District
Imperial Federation of the Monavian Empire
Northwestern Nova

Although the Monavian news media promptly caught word of Richtofen’s most recent decree and produced reportage for public consumption just hours after it was published, the Monavian government did not issue an official response until the following day. Foreign policy experts working at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs chose to wait for other governments to make statements and then evaluate the resulting public-relations fallout before acting. By contrast, officials working at the Ministry of National Security found reason to view the matter with greater urgency than their partners elsewhere in the Monavian government and convinced Minister of National Security Owen Chambers to discuss it during the Royal State Security Council’s daily meeting with the Crown at 0800 hours the following morning.

Chalcedon’s weather was unusually cool and balmy when Chambers left his office at 7:34 A.M. and summoned his Special Federal Service chauffeur to drive him to the Royal Residence. The minister’s SFS motorcade easily slipped through the rush hour traffic that was rapidly funneling into the Government District’s roads since the SFS had arranged for the local police to briefly hold back traffic for its passage. Upon reaching the outer perimeter of the palace’s grounds, the convoy paused in front of a security checkpoint consisting of a stoutly-constructed gatehouse and a pair of gates that together formed a barbican-like enclosure. The main shell of the gatehouse was built from ferroconcrete thick enough to survive a direct hit from a tank, but the building’s polished marble facing and neoclassical architectural features camouflaged its true strength while complementing the ironwork making up the gates. When the SFS detail posted in the gatehouse noticed the convoy’s arrival, one of the men inside opened the outer gates and admitted the vehicles inside.

“Good morning, ma’am,” a sharply attired Special Federal Service officer greeted the driver of the front escort vehicle from behind a four-inch-thick bulletproof window. One of his colleagues sat at a counter behind him with an appointment book; the other sat behind a bank of computer monitors that displayed surveillance footage and verified the license plates attached to the two black SFS cars and the gunmetal-finished luxury sedan sandwiched between them.

“Good morning. We’re here with Minister Chambers to take him to an appointment.”

“Ah, yes, we’re expecting him here. I’ll have Dušan open the gate.”

“Thank you.” The guard seated behind the monitors got up and pulled a large, heavy lever forward to release the inner gates, at which point a pair of massive, ornately festooned steel doors slowly swung away from the vehicles to admit them through. The tall marble structure that housed the gates and their control machinery was built similarly to the gatehouse; it resembled a triumphal arch that came complete with doubled ionic columns, bas-relief friezes, a coffered ceiling, and a crown of polished bronze ornaments that even included a few statues. Had the checkpoint’s setup been plainer, the drivers might as well have felt that they were entering a prison or a gold depository. When the gates finally finished opening, the motorcade resumed its advance and passed through extensive lawns populated by old-growth hardwood trees that had been planted centuries earlier to provide the palace’s occupants with a measure of privacy and shady places to relax in the summertime. The motorcade stopped outside the residence’s west wing, a three-story extension with broad rectangular windows and immaculately manicured shrubbery planted around its base. In addition to the Royal Guard security detail that stood watch over the wing’s main entrance, several additional men stood at the curb to open the minister’s door and serve as an honor guard for him as his SFS detail led him and his personal assistant inside.

The man who emerged from the armored luxury sedan could hardly be regarded as imposing to anyone other than a child; he stood just a finger’s width over five feet, six inches tall and had lost half of his dull brown hair to pattern baldness during his forties and fifties. His physicality notwithstanding, his stature as a professional was anything but unimpressive since his knack for reading between the lines on issues that caught his attention had saved many a friend and colleague of his from making a mistake or committing a blunder. The minister’s personal assistant may as well have been cut from fresher cloth—she stood two inches taller than Chambers and had been handsomely endowed with a sharp mind, a talent for charm, and an athletic figure crowned by a thick cap of luscious black hair that she kept trimmed in a long pixie cut. Her most important endowment, however, was her blood relationship with the minister (being his niece had its benefits when it came time to look for work). She carried her uncle’s patent leather briefcase with the confidence of a model sporting a designer handbag and annoyed him on the ride to the palace by insisting on buffing some dust off with the chamois she used to clean her mobile phone. The minister might as well have been too old to care anymore, but the young lady at his side knew the value of good presentation and wanted to keep her as comportment impeccable as possible for the day when she struck out on a new career path.

The pair climbed a set of stairs with their escorts and reached a landing where the Royal Guardsmen flanking the doors fluidly saluted the minister in honor of his rank. As smartly as the SFS officers were attired in their starched black suits, it was the guardsmen who stood out most in their charcoal gray dress uniforms which featured a pair of black silk stripes on each trouser leg, high peaked caps, fine gold aiguillettes, and richly enameled belt buckles bearing the arms of the royal family. As deadly as their walnut-framed bolt-action rifles looked with all of their silvery hardware and sword bayonets on prominent display, the dressy white gloves they wore concealed hands strong enough to deform the bars making up the outer fence around the palace’s grounds—or snap an intruder’s neck with barely any effort. A footman stationed inside the doorway admitted the pair into a secure lobby from which they passed into reception area and then traversed the length of a corridor leading to the end of the wing.

The queen had ordered the Royal State Security Council to assemble in her private office, so the pair proceeded deeper into the stately edifice until they reached an antechamber where they found another footman tending the office’s doors. The servant silently waved them inside and would have shut the door had another member of the six-person council not appeared around the corner.

“Ah, Professor Scribner! You’re here right behind me.” Chambers stepped back out and shook hands with the Crown’s economic security adviser before heading back in.

“Normally I’m ahead,” he laughed, “the roads were a bit more clogged today than normal. Besides, it’s not like I can get the police to hold traffic up for me whenever I need it.”

“Relax,” the minister’s assistant suggested as she smiled at the professor. “I’ve never seen you come in late, so you needn’t worry.” It was true that Scribner and a number of other officials would have benefited much if they had more friends in the Metropolitan Constabulary of Chalcedon to hold back traffic, but Chambers and Minister of Defense Carl Blake were the only members who were ministers and thus held ranks which entitled them to that sort of privilege.

The queen had ordered her servants to arrange six silk-upholstered bergères in a semicircle around her fancifully lacquered Empire-style ebony desk and three of the seats were already taken—one by Blake, another by Colonel Aaron Perez (the Royal Military Adviser), and a third by Colonel Austin McKay, the chief of the MNIA’s Foreign Intelligence Analysis Department. With Scribner and Chambers now present, only Jennifer Varga (a constitutional lawyer who specialized in the legal formalities of national security actions) remained absent. Chambers’ assistant handed him his briefcase and walked towards the doors. “Uncle, I’ll be waiting outside until the meeting ends. Call me in if I’m needed.”

“All right. Before you step out, I want to thank you for compiling the reports you found on the Berlina Race Accords. I’m sure the Crown will have a few things to say about them.”

The assistant faintly blushed—she was a bit modest—even shy—about receiving praise in front of others. Just as she walked out, Varga came in accompanied by an impeccably postured lady who stood just an inch shy of six feet tall and whose fairly-complexioned physique sported robust, lithely-proportioned arms conditioned by decades of playing tennis. She had carefully braided her pale brown hair to frame the Slavic features of her oblong face and the luminous fire that glowed within her deep green eyes was no less radiant than it was she and her husband Charles had been crowned King and Queen Coregent thirty-five years earlier. Only a few lines radiating from her eyes and the slow graying of her hair betrayed her age, but the queen had cleverly attired herself in a pale gray sheath dress and glossy black heels that a much younger woman might wear so that she appeared to be no older than fifty.

“Good morning, Your Imperial Majesty,” the advisers greeted her as they arose and offered her a waist-level bow.

“Thank you. All of you had a good drive here?”

“Yes,” Perez spoke up while the others nodded silently or simply sat down.

“Good. We’ll get started in a moment once I set up the recorder.” The sexagenarian monarch extracted a tablet from her desk and plugged a small microphone into a USB port on the side as she opened a recording program.

“I take it you’ve decided to record our meeting?” Chambers inquired.

“Yes. It’s much easier for me to fill His Imperial Majesty in on our meetings this way than it is to just forward him your report. I only wish I had thought of doing this years ago.”

“Please, please,” Blake smoothly cut in, “Your Imperial Majesty has enough work on your plate as it is. It’s inevitable something will slip by occasionally.”

The queen smiled. “All right, we’re ready to start.” She sat down and grabbed a glass paperweight which she brought down onto her desktop as if it was a gavel. “I hereby convene today’s meeting of the Royal National Security Council at 0800 hours MIST with all members in attendance. Minister Chambers, you may commence your briefing…”

Chambers spoke for several minutes before getting around to the Berlina Race Accords and read the text aloud to the council. When he finished, he asked the queen for her initial impressions.

“Something about this document does not sit right with me,” she began tepidly. The first article does not appear to be particularly troublesome, other than the fact that they appear to be licking Ralkovian boots again. If anybody on God’s green earth should dislike the Children of Abraham, it’s National Socialists and other people who think the Caucasian race is somehow being genetically polluted by the fact that Jews are a part of it. I’m perplexed that they think so highly about the Ralkovians that they set them apart from other Jews given that they see a person’s worth as a function of his lineage rather than his allegiance or nationality. Then, to make matters worse, Richtofen pretty much declares a solid majority of the world ‘subhuman’ and insults the Mokans yet again.”

“Meaningless saber-rattling,” Blake deadpanned. “It’s all empty bluster. The Ordenites’s pride is still bruised over their inability to conquer all of the RSU’s territory and now have the Mokans to contend with.”

“I could easily brush aside this silliness as an immaterial publicity stunt or something like it, but then the third and fourth articles veer clear into lunacy.”

“Lunacy?”

“Yes, Minister Chambers, it’s lunacy. Please tell me how it makes economic sense to tell ‘subhumans’ they cannot legally pay for their own expenses. What’s the Ordenite Reich going to do, tax its ‘human’ citizens to fund the cost of keeping these people fed and housed?”

“Maybe,” Scribner answered.

“My question was purely rhetorical, professor. Anyway, there are only two things you do with people once you’ve enslaved them: you keep them and make their masters foot the bill for maintaining their newly-subjugated livestock, or you sell them off to the highest bidder.”

“That’s probably why Richtofen is playing with the Ralkovians so nicely,” Varga added. “I think the Ordenites are planning to enslave their undesirables and sell them overseas so that they can both avoid dealing with them anymore and make a profit along the way.”

“What about Article V?” Perez asked. “Do you really think anybody who’s about to be told he or she can’t see a doctor again or own property is going to report to officials to be treated like this?”

“No,” Blake answered. “Not willingly, anyway.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the problem is far bigger than that,” Chambers explained. The only useful reason why you demote citizens under your control to ‘subhuman’ status is to find an excuse for ridding yourselves of them. We know that Scandinvan slave traders have been plying the waves in Greater Díenstad and that the Ralkovian slave trade continues unabated. The Ordenites have a lot of people under their control they want to remove and killing them is too much of a waste—given how much money and manpower it takes to set up death camps big enough to get the job done—so they want to liquidate them at the slave market and reap the profits while making more room for their own kind to breed.”

“It’s not only that,” the queen added, “but something even more insidious. The Ordenites have been annexing territory and engaging in acts of aggression for years now. They always make a point of completely restructuring any society they conquer and reducing the people they subjugate to mere cogs in their empire-building machine. They crush freedom not out of spite but out of necessity; if anyone they defeated knew that their existence was construed as an impediment to the Reich’s expansion they’d resist and protest until somebody took their side and put a stop to Ordenite schemes. You know who else operates this way?” the monarch challenged her advisers.

“The Kraven Reich,” McKay answered coldly, “and they too love their slave trade.”

“Minister,” the queen explained as her lips curled into a frown, “that is precisely what we might be facing.” The council grew silent. “The Ordenite Reich is copying Kravenite strategies of expansion, yet it seems to do so in order to grow closer to powers outside its region. Also, they’re unusually careful about stepping on Ralkovian toes even though they are located in the same part of the world as Lamoni and Lyras.”

“Is Your Imperial Majesty implying that Richtofen is beholden to Ralkovian interests?” Blake questioned.

“It certainly looks that way. We need to face that fact that a lot of bad blood lies between us and the Ralkovians, not to mention their hated for our allies. Remember, Phoenix City and the nations that funded it represented an alternative future that the emperor wants to extinguish, a figurative particle of spit in the eye of his entire philosophy. The Ralkovians lack the capacity to strategically threaten the Imperial Federation since we occupy the side of the globe opposite them, so they need a conduit through which they can project power past the equator without it being diluted by geography.

“I am convinced,” the queen added with conviction,” that Richtofen might be issuing these decrees to align the Ordenite Reich with Gothic and Tyrrhenian states that entertain self-serving designs for our side of the globe. It is even possible, I think, that the Ordenite Reich is becoming a Ralkovian puppet, a proxy by which the House of Raskov can stir the pot of Díenstadi affairs to divert the world’s attention from their other artifices.”

“What are we to do?” Blake asked rhetorically. “Our Díenstadi allies can still check Ordenite power at their leisure.”

“For now,” McKay qualified his colleague’s statement. “A country as powerful as the Ordenite Reich possesses the capacity to expand until it meets resistance sufficient to dissipate its momentum. Like the Kravenites, they ultimately seek dominion over the entire world—their ideology demands it of them. If they succeed in rounding up and selling millions into slavery, the sheer volume of wealth they receive in return—assuming they do not exchange slaves for war materiel or technology instead—would be enough to threaten Mokastana and increase the Ordenite Reich’s bargaining power in Díenstadi affairs.

“Even worse, if Your Imperial Majesty’s theory of Ralkovian puppetry is true, then the Ordenites are becoming an instrument that the great northern powers have lacked until now: a viable, effective means of extending their reach to Southern Hemisphere. Imagine, if only for a brief moment, that Ralkovian, Scandinvan—or Kravenite—naval vessels have a secure base in Díenstadi waters that enables them to reach our region. What are we to do then?”

“We fight!” Perez responded. “We face the barbarians and drive them out! No machine-men can ever deny us our freedom.”

“Barbarous or not, we cannot resist their sheer might if they reach a point where they can send a full-scale invasion force here unopposed,” McKay countered. “Like any other cancer, totalitarian expansionist régimes will spread and strengthen themselves unless others stand athwart their path to constrain their power. If we have to fight them, we need to do it now, not tomorrow. If we fight them today, we stand a chance of winning, but if we delay too long, they’ll become too powerful for us to defeat.”

“Once again, your eloquence impresses me,” Chambers complemented his MNIA interlocutor. “I concur with Colonel McKay. The Ordenite Reich has repeatedly chosen to pursue interests that they can only attain by working against Monavian interests in other regions. Whether they realize it or not, they’ve placed their ship of state on a collision course with our own and we have no idea how much time we have before impact.”

Chambers halted and drew in a long, pensive breath as he weighed out his next few words. “Your Imperial Majesty, our empire is now at a crossroads. On one hand, we can complacently hope for the situation to improve without our involvement and wait for others to intervene if necessary. On the other hand, we can challenge the legitimacy of the Ordenite Reich’s right to wield influence over Díenstadi affairs and establish the Imperial Federation as their most palatable alternative source of external influence. These aren’t the only stakes on the table, though. If we make the right decision at this juncture, we can potentially elevate the Empire’s trajectory to a path that leads to Monavian civilization becoming a standard that nations around the world aspire to meet…but if not, a day will come when totalitarian expansionist régimes reach the critical mass they need to roam the earth as lions among sheep, devouring what they desire at will, and our children five centuries hence will ask themselves why their ancestors failed them at this inflection point when our action or inaction had the potential to shape the destiny of the world.”

A delighted smile gradually spread across the queen’s face as Chambers made his case. “You have spoken wisely, Minister Chambers, and your judgment in this matter has exposed the true extent of the Race Accords’ implications. How do you suggest we combat this trend?”

The council remained silent for several moments before Varga spoke up. “Unfortunately for us, we do not truly know what Richtofen’s true intentions are or what sort of agenda he actually has in place. We only have our best educated guesses and some speculation to rely on at the moment.” Varga’s ability to produce these sorts of sobering logical assessments had served her well in law school, now here, as a specialist in constitutional law, she found herself dampening the fires that had sprung to life in the hearts of her fellow counselors. “To solve this problem, I propose we use a feint to trick the Ordenites into showing their hand.”

“How do you propose we do that?” Blake demanded, thinking that Varga’s stratagem was unfeasible.

“We attack he Ordenites’ pride. Her Imperial Majesty can order the government to avoid making public comments on the issue under she holds her own press conference first. Then, when the conference is in progress, she can publicly ask the Ordenite government some pointed technical questions about what the accords really mean and imply that Richtofen and his cronies are Ralkovian stooges in the process. Most Monavians are Slavs, and for these Teutonic barbarians to call us ‘subhuman’ when we had civilization in the days when Berlina was probably just a backwater village in the middle of a forest is enough to make any red-blooded Monavian patriot indignant. The Ordenites won’t stand for ‘inferiors’ like us to question them about what they want to do with their undesirables. Sooner or later, their true colors will come out—we just have to squeeze them a bit first.”

“I agree with Miss Varga,” Scribner added. “Depending on how the Ordenite government reacts to Your Imperial Majesty’s remarks, it is possible they might let something slip and leave us with an opening to justify further actions. In the meantime, I’ll look into the costs of moving more assets to Mokastana and Lamoni in preparation for possible future confrontations.”

“Just remember that the forces we deployed there last year are being rotated out over the next few weeks. You’ll need to factor those costs into your calculations.”

“Thank you for letting me know about that.”

“All right, you can all expect to see me arrange a press conference for lunchtime today. Minister Chambers, you are free to deliver the remainder of your briefing.”

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1100 hours Monavian Imperial Standard Time

Pressroom
First floor, Royal Residence
Chalcedon, Monavia

After the queen’s daily national security briefing came to an end at eight-forty, she contacted her communications director and deputy press secretary to set up a general press conference for eleven o’clock that same morning. Reporters and correspondents started appearing at the press corps offices around ten-thirty and went about setting up their equipment while the queen mentally rehearsed her remarks and attended to other state business. The communications department did not inform the press corps about the topics that were to be covered during the conference, so the press corps had to wait until the conference began to find out what the queen intended to say.

Elizabeth entered the pressroom at 11:29 and ascended a mahogany dais located at the front end of the room. She spent a few seconds posing for photos behind a lacquered walnut lectern at the front of the rostrum and smiled for the cameras before making her introductory remarks. Other than the lectern and the full-color reproduction of the national seal hanging on its front face, the rostrum’s regally modest accoutrements included an ornately embroidered rug and a brass-framed painting of the royal family’s arms flanked by the national flag.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” Elizabeth began. “I am here to deliver a number of brief remarks about the Berlina Race Accords and publicly ask the Ordenite government to clarify the meaning of some of the provisions contained therein. Before I proceed with delivering these remarks, I request that you keep Ms. Saratov and her loved ones in your prayers this week since she has had to request leave to attend to her mother’s health.” After pausing briefly to lend her request some additional weight, the queen moved ahead with delivering her statement.

“Earlier this morning the Royal State Security Council discussed the Berlina Race Accords and evaluated their potential implications for the world outside the Ordenite Reich’s borders. While the Monavian government has no desire to dictate to any other country who can and cannot breed with their citizens or receive honorary citizenship—indeed, we reserve the right to do the same for ourselves—the other provisions that the Accords contain have given the Imperial Crown reason to entertain concerns about their potential impact on the global economy.

“The Berlina Race Accords classify all non-Ordenite persons as ‘subhumans’ and explicitly state that these people are ‘inferior’ to Ordenite natives. This definition implies that almost everyone living outside the Ordenite Reich’s borders (other than citizens of a few select countries) are inferior to Ordenites, or in other words, that the Ordenite people and those like them are superior to the rest of the world. Given the fact that many foreign civilizations—the Lamonians, Ganosians, Lyrans, Etoilians, and others like them—have vastly surpassed the Ordenite Reich’s economic output and technological and scientific achievements, it is difficult for the Monavian government to believe that this statement is credible. Furthermore, while obvious facts usually do not need to be publicly mentioned, I will take a moment to point out that the Monavian Empire had already created an advanced culture long before the primitives who inhabited Germania a thousand years ago ever got their own house in order.

“As of this present moment, the Monavian government’s official policy towards such petty insults is to regard them as meaningless puffery that the Ordenite Reich’s Ministry of Propaganda and Public Enlightenment probably concocted to soothe their superiors’ egos after they failed to conquer a virus-ridden communist backwater even after securing assistance from their allies. Instead, the Monavian government presently finds itself troubled more by the provision that bars so-called ‘subhumans’ from ‘obtaining healthcare, property and or a living wage’ than it is by any of the other provisions. The new law requires all ‘subhumans’ living in the Ordenite Reich to register with the authorities and remain in the country, so the Ordenite government clearly wants to keep them around. Since ‘subhumans’ are not allowed to leave and are not permitted to economically support themselves, the Ordenites who are still citizens will be stuck paying the costs of keeping their inferiors strong enough to work. I cannot speak for the Ordenite people, but I am positive that they are not going to appreciate being required to spend their taxes on subsidizing undesirables who they would rather get rid of if they could.

“By forbidding whole classes of people from receiving wages for their labor, the Ordenite government has transformed their employment into a condition of uncompensated servitude—in plainer terms, it has made them into slaves. The Ordenite government has also made a point declaring Jews ‘subhuman,’ only to then state that Ralkovian Jews are honorary citizens of the Reich (as if Ralkovian nationality make one Jew more human than another). Given these two facts, the Monavian government is inclined to believe that the Berlina Race Accords represent an attempt to ethnically cleanse the Ordenite Reich of ethnic and religious undesirables by selling them into Ralkovian slavery and thereby earn massive payments in return.

“We currently do not know what sort of deal the Ordenite government must have agreed to in order to reach this point, but given how much effort Richtofen and his subordinates have taken to avoid offending Ralkovian interests and sensibilities, I am inclined to think that the Ralkovians are senior partners in this affair and that the House of Raskov has made Ordenite leaders his vassals. If this turns out to be true, then the Ralkovian emperor has demonstrated political genius in mediatizing a nation that claims it is superior to the rest of the world.

“Of course, it goes without saying that these conclusions are currently speculative and are based only on circumstantial evidence. For this reason, I hereby invite the Ordenite government to publicly clarify its reasons for insulting us and our Mokan allies once again (as if the previous insults did not go far enough) and demanding that millions of their own people report to the authorities to sign up for enslavement. In any instance, they can expect the Monavian government to devise an appropriate response for whatever actions they choose to undertake in the future.”

Having finished her statement, the queen paused and glanced down at the lectern, then looked back over the audience with a devilish grin creeping across her face. “This concludes my statement. I will remain here to field your questions for about twenty minutes and then leave to attend to other state business.”

[Lamoni]

Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Nephi, Lamoni
17:00 hours, local time

That it had taken this long for the Lamonian Ministry of Foreign Affairs to discuss the recent missive from the UWO was not some sign of inefficiency, it was simply because Foreign Minister Tanya Ley had been on vacation, and had ordered a delay in the Lamonian response until she had returned. While reading a copy of the Berlina Race Accords, The Foreign Minister laughed darkly, savoring how adeptly that the terms made it look like Ralkovia had whipped the UWO into a shape that better they liked. Lamoni had had dealings with Ralkovia in the past (indeed there were Lamonian citizens of Ralkovian descent who could trace their ancestry back to lost and shipwrecked Ralkovians who were among the groups of refugees who would eventually go on to found Lamoni), but none of them had been entirely satisfactory. As an anti-slaver nation, the fact that Ralkovian slavery was still a thing despite opposition from multiple nations was a source of frustration.

However, the amount of money that nations like Ralkovia might pay for those now declared sub-human was not at all something to laugh about. With that kind of money, the UWO would be able to buy a not insignificant amount of military equipment, though whether it would be enough to face off against nations like Lamoni or Lyras was another question entirely. Still, the implication that major slaver powers might establish a base in Greater Dienstad was simply too great to ignore. Even if the cause championed by these racist slavers was torn apart in any sense that mattered by the material, diplomatic, and other successes that the Free Republic had achieved, in only a few hundred years as a nation. The balance of military power against the UWO was heavily in the Free Republic's favor as well, which certainly would be one reason why a nation like the UWO would attempt such a stunt in order to increase their military size and capabilities. However, even if the UWO were to suddenly find themselves with a military larger than that of the Free Republic (which was a laughable proposition to begin with, even with economic considerations aside), they would still require years to train, command, and integrate these new forces into their existing military structure. During this time, the UWO would be vulnerable, while Lamoni and her allies could settle matters militarily at will. No, the only real trump card that the UWO might have here was if they were able to establish a coalition force with other large slaver nations, offering their territory as a base from which to attack Greater Dienstad. Even if worst were to somehow come to worst, there were still other anti-slaver powers who could join in on the effort, nations like Allanea.

'Hmmmmmmm...' she thought, 'I wonder just how big a firestorm would be generated if I simply faxed over a copy of the so-called "Berlina Race Accords of 2016" to one or more Allanean news outlets?' The Allanean people were as smart as any, and they would likely catch the implications behind the text of the Accords. Combined with Allanea's active dislike of slavers, it might just be fun to see what the Allaneans might do about this situation. 'I really have to think about this,' Foreign Minister Ley told herself as it approached time to send out a response to the Accords which would be carried by the evening news. It was time to put this idea on the back burner for now.

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Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Free Republic of Lamoni

To: <open communique>

It has come to our attention that the United World Order has recently disseminated a document which would be abhorrent to any respectable nation, and have titled it the "Berlina Race Accords of 2016." This innocent sounding title hides a contempt for the rights of many of our fellow sentient beings, calling them subhuman, and effectively ordering them to report to UWO government offices in order to be made into slaves. As if this outrage were not enough, it would appear that Christian Richtofen of the UWO would use these Accords to effectively make the UWO a vassal state of the Ralkovian Empire. Whether other slaver nations will get involved is yet to be determined.

Given the amount of currency that the sale of their fellow countrymen would generate, and the ruling ideology present in the UWO at this time, it seems likely that the UWO would spend such a windfall on military equipment, with which the UWO would attempt to expand beyond those territories in Greater Dienstad which they have already reached.

The Free Republic will therefore work with our friends and partners in order to prevent such abhorrent acts from occurring, and invites all non-slaver interested parties to work together in order to combat this menace.

Signed,

Tanya Ley
Foreign Minister
Free Republic of Lamoni

[United World Order]

The Berghof Residence, Lower Central Germania,
Western Dienstad.

Much was stirring on the international stage as it seemed the recently publicized 'Berlina Race Accords' had indeed produced the reaction many in the upper echelons of the Ordenite central government had feared. Although the declaration was long overdue by those in the Ordenite SS apparatus and upper echelon Reich Party members, the attention procured by this was very much unwanted by most including the Reichsfuhrer himself, Richtofen. Here in the Berghof which had stood the test of time and was uplifted and partially expanded through revamping construction and modernization projects through the course of a majority of the Reich's history it had stood still as a private residence for the Reichsfuhrer and now the Reich Party Fuhrer and other upper echelon as a retreat from normal day procedures and with what they had on there plate now, they would need to convene somewhere as private as to not ruse any alarm although the Reich ministry of Propaganda and Public Enlightenment was already taking care of any future descrempensies that would arise due to the most recent international back clash.

Throughout much of the morning and early afternoon following the back clash from several prominent global nations, upper echelon Reich officials had begun trickling into the Berghof residence which was a several acre private residence with the main residential architecture located atop of a mountain side although with many renovation and expansion projects the private residence has encompassed the area around it even making use of the small mountain range located not too far from the main residence, however trees had been replanted where they could as to allow the residence to have a more private secluded feel about it. There was of course a wider field of protection by the division sized personal bodyguard unit of the Waffen SS named historically and still to this day is known as Leibstandarte SS Adolf Hitler. The division has been historically known and well regarded as a personal bodyguard unit of the majority of Reich Fuhrers since their beginning with the Grand Fuhrer as they protected all residences, events and public appearances made by now Reich Fuhrer Richtofen.

Within the main residential compound was a large terrace which included not only a beautiful garden but also with large style resort umbrellas that had been used in the original Berghof residence and kept as precedence and history. The guests of the Berghof would then enter a large entrance hall which would showcase famous paintings mostly of past Reich Fuhrers and art works which were added at the personal taste of Richtofen himself. Passing by the dining room which could be able to sit over two hundred people if need be and was mostly reserved for large dinner parties with other Reich officials and or foreign diplomatic guests and heads of state of allied countries. Then came the study room which was most likely perceived by many who walked the residence completely as the most gorgeous and impressive feature of the residence. The study room was built circular like in a large dome which could fit dozens of people if need be for personal matters pertaining business of the Reich such as the meeting that was going to occur now.

A large and long oak built smoothed polished table sat in the middle with comfortable chairs for all who needed to sit there. The walls were covered in shelves which contained seemingly endless volumes of various pieces of literature mostly concerning history, painting and architecture although pieces from past years such as a multi-volume relic known as 'Mein Kampf' was also kept on the shelves of the study room. Off to the right side seeming in the corner was a comfortable sitting chair in which the Richtofen himself could relax and enjoy a good read. Personal maids and civil servants who's families had carried on the torch throughout the decades as mindful care takers of guests and the Reich Fuhrer and or Reich Party Fuhrer in times when the Berghof was being used. Richtofen would soon enter the room as his guests were all standing in front of there seats as they turned to him and saluted respectfully to which Richtofen took his own seat at the head of the table and allowed the others to take to there seats as they began to dissect the most recent back clash and formulate a plan of response to it.

"Welcome, welcome." Richtofen began as he addressed his fellow officials and generals that were also here. "As you have all been well informed of through the proper channels, it seems that we have certainly rustled the nest with the most recent declaration, that being the Race Accords." He stopped as a civil servant offered him a glass of ice water that sat on a tray, Richtofen took the glass and thanked the servant quietly before she left the room.

"We are playing on a thin thread now and how we respond may decide the fate of all we have already accomplished and what we still have to accomplish as the Reich sees to assert it's self on the pecking order in the region being Dienstad. As of late we have faced out set backs and troubles most pertaining to Kashubia and the threat of Mokan subhuman aggression through it's puppet dubbed Zvezda." Richtofen paused as he took a sip from his glass before setting it down and continuing. The others in the room looked on at Richtofen carry on his speech, Grossmann being seated on the right of Richtofen also listened carefully.

"We must now calculate and formulate out our response and greater, our decided fate of our Reich and everything it has seen accomplished since it's creation in the mid twentieth century. I before opening the floor to others will explain how I see to solve this puzzle that we have now found ourselves in" Richtofen said as he took another sip from his glass before continuing further.

"I suggest that we must half heartedly explain our motives with the declaration and clear up any misconstrued theories about our friendly nature and stance on the Ralkovian Empire who we all know have become quite the blight on the free world. The statements made by those in the Monavian government in a public statement back why we must explain ourselves in a comfortable manner that will only downplay the back clash that we have accumulated. Therefore work on implementing further parts of the accords would have to be postponed until international attention is little to none on the subject of the legislation we had passed in the Reichstag." Richtofen nodded and opened the floor to any who wished to speak on the topic.

Grossmann then stood up from his seat, glancing at Richtofen as he sat down before looking to the rest of the room before addressing them whole. "Good afternoon and I hope there were no unfortunate circumstances caused by having to come here in post haste, though this is a matter of utter importance to the Reich and it's future." Grossmann then added. "Our future." He paused and then looked amongst those in attendance, calculating there initial reactions before continuing.

"We are at a crossroads now and we must decide what path we ought to take. One could be as our Fuhrer described as downplaying the back clash and slipping through silently on the matter allowing what tension we have procured to die down." Grossmann said before taking a glass containing wine and sipping from it before putting it down. "Or" . He stated and looked and everyone and continued.

"We play along with the theories already put upon us by our foreign acquaintances and play them into our own hand." Grossmann said as looking around he seemed to have grasped the room's attention especially Richtofen's, he continued.

"Let them petty on with what our true motives are with the Accords, let them dwell in there thoughts and in the meanwhile we will mobilize for action. For too long we have allowed these bullies to try and dictate how to run our own country, our Reich." Grossman said in a more noticeable uplift of tone. The room was silent as those in the room took in what Grossmann was formulating as a suggestion.

"In turn we must gather our great minds In the Wehrmacht and coordinate with our fellow allies across the globe and defeat this menace before it grows enough to try and stop us before we can stop them. A pre-emptive strike as those in the military would call it." Grossmann nodded to those from the Wehrmacht who were in attendance, receiving mixed reactions. Grossmann continued regardless.

"Our Reich has already expanded and achieved the capacity we can afford without starting a major conflict but we must know that within us." Grossmann clutched at his heart with a closed fist as he spoke. Many would see him as a exact copy of the Grand Fuhrer. "Within us as National Socialists, we must understand that war, total war is the only open option to make these bullies come to reason that our Reich is to be known and is to be /respected/ on the international stage. War is the only language these aggressors speak and so war is inevitable if we wish to safe our Reich from complete embarrassment and destruction." Grossmann finished as he quickly nodded and sat down. The room then took a moment to take in the words said by him and for a time there was silence and quiet whispers amongst themselves. Richtofen then stood once more and addressed the now divided room.

"Well. I thank our Riech Party Fuhrer. Herr Grossmann for speaking his mind on what the Reich truly needs to do to sustain it's own existence." Richtofen began. "I now want a raise of hands amongst everyone on which path they wish to take on the matter of a response." Richtofen said before continuing.

"Peace." Richtofen said. Richtofen then took a moment before saying his choice of words next. "Or war." he stated as he allowed the room to cast there votes in the raising of hands. The fate of the Reich and the billions living in it's vast lands and territories would be decided at the hands of the men who ruled it behind closed doors.

[Heidisteinian Fempire]

Communique from the Germanic Jam'at of Heidisteinia

إِنَّمَا الْمُؤْمِنُونَ إِخْوَةٌ فَأَصْلِحُوا بَيْنَ أَخَوَيْكُمْ وَاتَّقُوا اللَّهَ لَعَلَّكُمْ تُرْحَمُونَ

Die Gläubigen sind aber Brüder, so stellen die Versöhnung zwischen euren Brüdern und fürchtet Gott, dass Sie Barmherzigkeit empfangen .

The people of Heidisteinia have been shocked by the recent publishing of race accords from the nation of the United World Order, a name ominous with intention and dominating aura. They are shocked because Heidisteinia is a nation of many colors and races, and when another nation rashly condemns those who are different, it comes as a culture shock to the good people.

Yet I do not write to the UWO's government to play with emotions. I come to them to play logic. The Race accords do not make any sense and are very personal and exclusive in nature. The writer of this Communique is a blonde haired, blue eyed man named March Dietlof Thuring III, van Stauffenburg. He is also a Muslim. His ancestors, all the way to about one thousand years after the birth of Christ, were Muslims. The author is banned from entering the nation of the UWO regardless of ethnicity. A man named Adam Cohen, a Jew, may also be banned from the UWO,

Unless of course, he is Ralkovian.

Consistency is something else regarded highly among the Heidisteinian people, and if one is not consistent in discrimination, they are lying to themselves. Say a man dislikes the Negro race. He is inherently wrong in this regard, but then he proceeds to make exceptions for his favorite Gridiron or Football team members. Is this favoritism due to simple hatred, clique mentality, or because the man is using the team members for his own gain? In the case of the Race Accords, it is a mixture of all three, for the UWO fosters a symbiotic relationship with their allies and cannot afford to exterminate their citizens. Yet they have not eliminated their prejudices just yet. All nations can also be fear mongers. All nations can also feel that they are better than others.

There is also the nonsense about prohibiting someone from one race to marry another. If the Ordenite race was truly superior, their culture would shine over phenotype. If they were truly superior, they fear not the extermination of their own race. It is simply fear that drives this section, fear of inadequacy. Every race has their superior qualities and their inferior qualities, and synergy is key to success.

I beseech the leaders of this nation to reconsider their laws. I cannot tell them not to categorize, because it is their nation. I can only tell them to use logic in how they fix their way of life.

And to the Muslim people of the world, if you are not allowed to go somewhere, it is forsaken by God. There is no point to be there.

In Holy Communion,

Imam Dietlof Thuring III, von Stauffenburg

[Allanea]

Hitler shakes the trees, and I pick up the apples. ~ Walter Cook, founder of the Fine Arts Department at New York University

Official Message from the Free Kingdom Ministry of Foreign Affairs

It would be almost tautological at this point to repeat that the policy of the United World Order is dumb. Not even in any kind of ethical sense where we would point out that members of all races have rights, that there is no evidence that race differences among homo sapiens sapiens are anything but a social construct. This of course everyone knows, and of course the people in the United World Order know this too. No doubt the decisionmakers have decided to forgo ethics in exchange for some narrowly-viewed racial ideology, or even simply to serve the lower instincts of their populace.

But more importantly, all of this shit is in fact economically and socially degrading. By carrying out a policy of arbitrary racial segregation you don’t just violate the rights of sapient beings - this would be in itself undeerstandable, if not forgivable. By restraining individuals from reaching their full productive potential, you deny your own society access to the productive capacity of people who have been sorted into these bullshit categories. There is no doubt about this. Economists both on the far left of the economic spectrum and on its far right have pointed out that racial segregation cuts out the productivity of both the oppressed categories and of people it seeks to protect.

In the short term, of course, it is beneficial. If one were to rob a poor arcology-dweller of her salary, one would no doubt end up wealthier by a fistful of Dornalian Dollars or Reichskamphenite crowns. But in the long run, having a career as an armed robber isn’t really good for you - and living in a society where robbery is commonplace is just fucking terrible. Equally, it’s no doubt desirable to own a slave - if one forgets about the ethical implications - but in the long run living in a society that has slavery is in fact terrible for you, even if you happen to be on top of the heap.

People who support race segregation are cowards. They fear that in a society where the various races compete fairly, people of a different ethnicity might beat them out - either politically, or in the free market, or perhaps in the sexual market by seducing their partners. (Indeed, weird sexual insecurity is a big motivation for many racists.)

That said, we in Allanea plan to benefit from the suicidal stupidity of the Orderites (does anyone still remember how a brigade of Orderite troops surrendered to four pastel ponies? WE DO!). We would like to address now the members of racial, ethnic, and sexual minorities, and especially Muslims, Jews and LGBT people.

Hey people! We would like to remind you that Allanea accepts people who are persecuted based on racial, religious, and sexual grounds as refugees! We’d like to remind you Allanea has been a friend of the LGBT community for years. Our legal system rejects the ficition of the gender binary, our Gender Liberty Act allowing for people to register any gender for their passport and other papers. Our luxurious training centers train LGBT activists both for peaceful resistance, personal self-defense, and, if needed, guerrilla warfare.

We wish to reiterate our previous statements in other crises:


Come to Free Allanea! In the Free Kingdom of Allanea you will find a high standard of living, low unemployment, and freedom for all! The Queen and King of Allanea promise safety and protection to each and every one of you, regardless of race, age, or gender! Remember - Allanea welcomes all of you!

Do you want to stop participating in a meaningless civil war among a pack of evil and brutal factions?

Do you want your children to have a standard of living beyond your wildest dreams?

Do you want to have freedom unlike anything the Middle East has ever known?

Do you want to feel welcomed and at home, rather than attempt to eek out a living in some fifth-rate country that hates you?

Do you want to avoid humiliating investigations that wonder whether you are a ‘refugee’ or an ‘economic migrant’?

WELL THEN!

The Free Kingdom of Allanea Awaits You!

Furthermore, we wish to invite Lamoni, Mokastana, and other nations to discuss collective action in response to the racial tensions - or, rather, the outright racialist idiocy of the United World Order. We believe we should band together to devise proper measures against this cockery.

[United World Order]

Die Amt für Auswärtige Angelegenheiten von Vereinigte Weltordnung

To: All Interested parties.
Subject: Address to the International community.

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It has become already apparent that those in the international community and those residing in the region of Dienstad have already begun there aggressive and humorous commentary on the recently made publicized declaration passed by the Reichstag, the Berlina Race Accords. For many decades since the first apparent change in political ideology from National Socialism to a more modern and lax form of fascism similar to the like found currently in the Fascist Federation and other nation states that make up the International Fascist Alliance, have been quiet and understanding of the absence of a set of laws that dictate racial matters in the Ordenite State and Nation like in the times of the Grand Fuhrer with the publicizing of the Nuremburg Race Laws of 1935. During the short period of time in when National Socialistic fever swept the nation again and now is back as the ideology of the Ordenite State and Nation, it has been made apparent that the Reich cannot continue ignoring and or turn a blind eye to the absence of a racial standard and or legislation any longer and so was when the Berlina Race Laws were drafted and then further approved by the Reichstag for implementation.

The statement made by those in the Monavian government that other 'civilizations' have already trumped the Ordenite Aryan race by thousands of years is what baffles and is considered humorous and outright "stupid" as put by Allanean counterparts. It is widely known that for decades before the Ordenite State and Nation truly begun opening up to the international stage and the region of Dienstad to complete what it set out to accomplish for the safety and future prosperity of the Ordenite people and race, that it had been in a period of isolation and with this period the Ordenite race was able to block out those now deemed as parasitic and better deemed using the term, "life unworthy of life". Therefore while these other civilizations opened up to the world and allowed the parasites to infiltrate there whole societies and culture, slowly but surely corrupting the basis of tradition and honor formerly established by these "civilizations" which now rot from the inside and there people live a life of a slow painful death. This however is not the case in the Reich, as mental and physical training along with decades of knowledge in racial science and eugenics have allowed us to prevent our civilization, our race to rot and die like many others are currently.

As is also common knowledge is of the acquirement of territory abroad in the region of Dienstad. These territories are havens for these parasites and now dubbed as "subhuman", our brave soldiers of the Wehrmacht are stationed in these havens ensuring that these parasites are kept in check and are not allowed to pollute and further corrupt possible living space needed for the continuation of the Ordenite race and nation as a whole. The Ralkovian Empire Is also a subject that our fellow nations wish to bring to like, creating absurd theories about the strong ties that the Ordenite Reich and the Ralkovians have together as strong allies that are only looking out for each others interests in trade and brotherhood. The Reich are not puppets of the House of Raskov, the Ralkovian Empire has not made a vassel or protectorate out of the Reich and or vice a versa. It is only through a common bond that we wish to see each others nations strive like so many others wish too. I will also take the time to despite the attitude of others across the globe and in Dienstad and despite the history and evidence of what has been done recently and for years, recognize the Kraven Reich for having a clear understanding of our struggle, our national struggle to better improve our national community that wishes only to make the best out of the people who live across the Reich.

Sincerely signed,
Valentin Voelker, Reich Minister of Foreign Affairs.

[Etoile Arcture]

General Secretariat
Lake Concordia, New Corinth
12 June, 2016

Excellency,

I have been presented with the Berlina Race Accords as announced by the government of the Ordernite Reich on the 9th of June 2016. I find it to be a declaration of the most disturbing and offensive nature against all who hold freedom, equality and justice to be an inalienable right entitled to all human and sentient beings. While such a document as the Berlina Race Accords, with the hateful ideology it seeks to promulgate, should perhaps come as no genuine surprise to even the most casual observer of the Ordernite Reich, I feel confident in stating that many nations around the world will nonetheless share the Unitary Technocracy's shock and revulsion at its publication.

We challenge the scientifically, morally and culturally wrong assertions that are the basis of these so called laws. To claim Ordernite superiority and domain over all Man, to declare all others 'subhuman', to arbitrarily suspend the rights of a section of its own citizenry for this reason, with the clear implication that they be sent into servitude if not outright slavery. This is not only morally repugnant but also a stunning act of arrogance and hubris on the part of the Ordernite Reich that seeks so nakedly and brazenly to emulate among others the discredited ideologies of the Kravenite Reich and the Ralkovian Empire. It is also in my mind one of the starkest examples of the present day fault-line that exists between the free and the oppressed people of the world. That there exists a life and death struggle against the forces of darkness that would strive to pull the world into a circle of hatred and chaos. A reminder to those that enjoy freedom that it is not merely fought for once and then won forever, it must be guarded, defended and above all nurtured, and that the struggle must continue for those that freedom has not yet touched.

I therefore protest in the strongest possible manner the Berlina Race Accords, the Nuremburg Race Laws that preceded them, and all other racist and apartheid laws of the United World Order and aforementioned nations. Such protests may fall on deaf ears in regards to your excellency and the officers of your government. No matter, we protest our opposition loudly and for all to hear. While no formal or informal ties of any sort exist between our two nations, and the effect of any embargo or sanction by us will be minimal to irrelevant, we nonetheless hope to send a signal to the international community at large by announcing our government has decided to add the United World Order to its proscribed countries list alongside the Kravenite Reich, Ralkovian Empire and other self-declared fascist and slaver states. As such it is now a proscribed destination for our citizens and will be denied licenses and other approvals for exports and imports of all goods, services and financial transactions.

Furthermore, our embassies and missions in Greater Dienstad have been instructed to give precedent to claims for refuge and asylum received from Ordernite citizens who can prove they have been classified as 'subhuman' under these abhorrent laws. The Unitary Technocracy is determined to remain a haven for those fleeing persecution and discrimination not only in the United World Order, but from across the world, and to be a place of safety, security and peace where all are treated equally and have equal opportunities to advance and better themselves. For we hold these qualities to be the true defining characteristics of a great civilization. These are values we not only stand by, but live by, and will fight to preserve.

This diplomatic note has been forwarded to all governments of Nova and Greater Dienstad.

Please accept, etc

Her Excellency Dr. Soledad Martin
Secretary-General of the General Secretariat
The Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture

His Excellency Christian Richtofen
Reich Fuhrer
The United World Order

[Ralkovian Grand Island]

It was very well commonly thought by most of the World that within the Ralkovian Empire the Emperor was the unquestionable authority and his law was the law of the land; it made sense after all to believe that the figure worshipped as the Messiah by the devout and the commander-in-chief of the hundreds of millions of soldiers of the Ralkovian Military would be the sole power figure in the deeply centralized mainland. However, this was not quite true. Ralkovian Stability, according to the Imperial Code, was centered on three equal and powerful pillars: The Faith represented by the Heart, The Military represented by the Fist, and The Crown represented by the Head. The Ralkovian Emperor was Commander of all three pillars; The Messiah, The Commander-In-Chief, and The Emperor.

Upon the support of those three pillars, the Ralkovian Emperor held power. And to the average man this power was unquestionable, dissent was largely not tolerated. However, within these three pillars, there existed much more flexibility of opinion and attitude. Lord Rabbis, Chief Zealots, and Kohens wielded tremendous powers of opinion within the Heart; Clan Leaders, Chief Generals, and Lord Admirals leveraged the strength of tens of millions of loyal men within the First; and the High Ministers, Lord Leaders, and Colonial Governors carried with them the power of the Crown. From the Heart, the First, and the Crown, the Emperor carried his authority since ancient times.

This however was not the case of Emperor Joshua II whose rise to power was largely considered at least somewhat unorthodox by most of the Heart, and illegitimate by a decent minority within the core. It was after all, that in the four thousand year reign of the Raskov Family, only a very small number of coups had occurred, and of which the number that had been successful could be counted on the hand of a three fingered man. In this respect, despite the hatred that all three pillars had had towards his predecessor, Empress Maria, and the relief they had at her removal; Joshua II's reign was still tainted by a small, but powerful group that believed the Emperor was not the Messiah Reincarnate, but a usurper.

It was no more reassuring to the Heart that the Emperor, himself, had in his focus on the modernization of the vast reaches of the Ralkovian Empire, had expanded the powers of the Crown and the Fist, but had ignored the Heart; and in some cases even restricted it. His quarrelsome relations to some of the Lord Rabbis and the Ultra-Conservative Zealots was also another cause of tension within the Heart. Adding to the list of minor grievances was the extremely close ties the Emperor had been building with Parthia, Scandinvan, UWO, GWO and other allies that had resulted in once pure Ralkovian streets being filled with Christians, Zoroastrians, Pagans, and Atheists of all sorts.

Further still, in the Economic Inclusion Zones, alcohol, drugs, and partying often occurred within walking distance of Ancient Holy Temples. A growing Middle-Class had; given the choice between the Word of G-d or skipping Temple to party with foreigners, had chosen the latter. The Emperor had of course stepped in and the Heart was grateful for his banning of such immoral festivities on Holy Days, and yet, the Heart had received a very strong message that their power was beginning to wane in light of such openness and toleration. After all, an openly Gay Man commanded one of the most powerful ships in the Empire, and the Emperor did nothing.

However, the single largest point of soreness for the Heart was the Emperor's loathsome introduction of Doomani Enlightenment to the four thousand year old sacred texts. While the Emperor considered his conversion a necessity for the support of Doomani advanced weapons and economic ties to face off against Lyran and Lamoni influences, the Heart viewed it as ceding it's Holy Power to a foreign devil tainted with Christ and Heresy.

Though most of this existed below the surface as such open rebellion would be heartily crushed, the Heart could not deny that it had at least an estranged relationship to this Emperor compared to the previous. Of course, even the Emperor knew and understood this and the underlying antagonism the Heart felt. He had done his best to accommodate where he could, but he admitted the Heart had largely become an obstacle in his struggle of Empire Building and Economic Growth. Every reform was met with silent resentment, every necessary exception grew anger and turned more Kohens and Lord Rabbis to the side of the Zealots. He knew that behind closed doors there was dissent and conspiracy, and what was the most infuriating part of it was that his hands were largely tied. For the Heart was led by the second and third Sons of High Noblemen and still carried massive influence in the hearts of billions of Ralkovians, an unprovoked attack by a Messiah whose legitimacy was based not on the age old traditions of the Empire, but instead on the support of the Faith, could not actively deal with such problems without looking like an anti-Messiah.

Temple of the Messiah Reincarnate
Raskovia, The Grand Empire of Ralkovia

Lord Chief Rabbi Zachariah Sarakov stood silently in the center of the Grand Sanhedrin of the Faith, his crystal blue eyes examined each of the sixty nine familiar faces as they entered through the Entrance of the Covenant; he examined each man wordlessly, only quietly reciting their names in his head. He had seen these faces almost everyday for the past twenty years, some had passed on to the Heavens to serve G-d and replaced with some other face, but each man he knew as intimately as his own sons or would know. The Grand Sanhedrin was the most powerful organ of the Imperial Jewish Faith and the chief legislation and judicial body for the Heart. It was through this Organ that the Emperor had been granted legitimacy nearly a decade and a half ago, when he was but a middling teenager who had just recently overthrown the Whore Empress.

Zachariah, loyal to the Emperor in the extreme, smiled inwardly in nostalgia of the events that led to her removal. Already her status as a woman had greatly degraded the opinion of the High Sanhedrin on her, but she was by birthright the Empress and legitimate ruler or so the Sanhedrin had agreed, but Lord Zachariah, second son of the High Clan Sarakov felt only loathing towards the oversensitive and weak Empress. She was an infuriatingly weak leader, reducing the power of not only the Faith, but the Fist, and the Crown in favor of alliances with despicable and immoral nations like DaWoad and Ascelonia. She had released dozens of conquests and protectorate from servility like Master M, Gibet, Milograd, and others; nearly bankrupt the country; and had insulted his Father High Clan Lord Yeshoa Sarakov IV; but worst of all she had a number of romantic relations with foreigners, whoring her and her sisters out to foreign suitors, tarnishing the blood of the Empire with that of scum and diseased miscreants.

The Raskov family had quickly become a morally corrupt family more interested in spending the wealth for personal pleasure. Empress Maria had especially the grievous crime of betraying the Faith after the attack on Haxby by Devetnese Muslim Separatists, who had murdered a Lord Rabbi and nearly twenty thousand other Ralkovian Jews. The nation demanded vengeance and blood, but Empress Maria instead had the military protect the Devetnese from reprisals. That was until the young Princeling Joshua had appeared proclaiming himself as the Holy Spirit of Vengeance and massacring the entire population. His rise to power was like a Holy Purge for those in the Faith, as the blood of betrayers, faggots, racial and spiritual betrayers ran through the cities of Ralkovia, he was heralded as an angel sent from G-d.

It had, admittedly, still been a tough decision when Joshua II entered the Temple of the Messiah Reincarnate and made it known to the Heart that his intention was the removal of the Whore Empress from the Throne, and that in return for their support, he would restore Ralkovia to it's former strength. The majority of the High Sanhedrin while supportive of Joshua's rise, could not support an attempt to rise to the throne. However, Zachariah and many like him saw the Princeling for what he was; the Messiah. The Heart remained silent and the choice was made for them when Raskov seized the Throne and executed his sister for heresy without the Sanhedrins approval. It quickly became clear that it could back Empress Rosa, married to a disgusting foreigner from DaWoad, who had 0 support within the Empire, but who was the legitimate second in line; or support the young Prince who already had the support of the Death Guard, the Military, and much of the Crown. Zachariah was rewarded for his loyalty and watched with eager glee as Emperor Joshua II finished his purge of the corrupt.

Zachariah was still unquestioningly loyal to the Messiah whose power had had to have been granted only by G-d himself. Yet, many within the Sanhedrin were not so sure or were at least suspicious of the Messiahs actual loyalty, and every meeting of the Sanhedrin had grown a bit more intense, relative to the Ralkovian Faith Culture and the strong speech and loyalty laws. It had been quite stirring for many that a number of the Heart had stopped addressing the Messiah with his full honorific title, instead choosing the simple title of Grand Emperor. A meek show of protest that should have been crushed, Zachariah thought.

As the final members of the Sanhedrin entered, Zachariah gave a piercing stare at the Zealots. The twenty three leading Zealots wore simple purple or dark blue robes and clasped leather sandals, their skin was as tan as a Hispanic, though their facial features, cold blue eyes and sharp noses distinctly Ralkovian. The Zealots were the ultra-conservative members of the Faith. Each man memorizing the Torah, Talmud, and the Emperor's Interpretation until it was as perfect as if it were written in a book or scroll. The Zealots were moral men and lived simply, despite that they wielded great power coming from the social services they provided the poor and the religious functions they attended too. Owing to their complete loyalty to the religion, they controlled the finances of the Heart, provided food, hospitals, medical services, and religious material to those outside the cities, and most importantly sat as personal advisors to every High Clan Leader and Nobleman. They were trusted men who interpreted the word of G-d literally.

They, of course, were the largest voice of dissent. An Emperor who did not rise by tradition could not be a Messiah, or that was at least how they viewed it. Yet, at the end, they still pledged to serve the Emperor loyally and faithfully.

Zachariah then glanced to the Kohens, the Chief Priests of the Religious Temples throughout the Empire. It was only though them that the religious duties could be performed. That sacrifices could be made, that ancestors could be consulted, and that the Sabbath and religious holidays were performed correctly within the Temples. The Kohens collected the donations from the Temples and maintained the religious schools throughout Ralkovia, they acted largely as the Holiest Rabbis of the Faith.

It was the Kohens that would be the deciding factor for the Faith. Most were still loyal to Emperor Raskov, but there was a growing minority of dissent amongst their less senior members, who did not remember the faithlessness and destruction brought about by the Whore Empress. Having extremely close relations with the senior Kohens, Zachariah knew that they were actively fighting against the dissent of the younger members. It was a major cause for concern, enough that Zachariah had been carefully writing down the names of the dissenters should a time come when they shouted instead of whispered their lies.

Finally, Zachariah looked over to the Lord Rabbis. Almost the entirety of the body of men were loyal to the Emperor. The Lord Rabbis were the chief interpreters and lawmakers of the religion. They also performed as the Judicial Body upon which the court system existed. Only Lord Rabbis could become Judges and only Lord Rabbis could interpret the Torah, Talmud, and Emperor's interpretation.

"Please be seated, we shall start the meeting with prayer, cover the minutes, and then move onto the three orders of business. 1. The Rising Rates of Illegal Abortions Within The Daughters of the Nobility and the Middle Class. 2. Revision and Leniency in Sentencing For Theft of Food or Medicine When The Parent's Child Is Ill. 3. Provision of New Robes for the Zealots. 4. The Growing Homosexual Blight in the Economic Inclusion Zones. 5. The UWO Berlina Race Accords. The Lord Messiah, Personal Messenger of Ad-nai, Leader of the Heart, and the Most Benevolent and Worshipful Emperor Joshua will be joining us to discuss the Homosexual Blight and the Berlina Race Accords. We will then provide praise to the Lord Messiah, Personal Messenger of Ad-nai, Leader of the Heart, and the Most Benevolent and Worshipful Emperor Joshua, and then new orders of business can be introduced for tomorrow's meeting, and then we will close with a prayer led by the Lord Messiah, Personal Messenger of Ad-nai, Leader of the Heart, and the Most Benevolent and Worshipful Emperor Joshua," Zachariah stated, staring at each of the Zealots and Kohens for any signs of dissent, before returning to his seat silently.

The next four hours dragged on slowly, until the Emperor arrived in typical pomp. No one dared display anything but positivity at the Emperor's arrival, and even the Zealots stood and applauded and bowed as deeply as the Lord Rabbis. His speech on the growing blight of homosexuality was short and for the Zealots completely dissatisfying. Having promised an immediate crackdown on the homosexual clubs within the EIZ, the deportation of homosexual foreigners, and the execution of Ralkovian homosexuals, he had earned the majority approval of both the Lord Rabbis and Kohens; and yet such policies were considered soft by the Zealots, who viewed the EIZ as an immoral and decadent playground for the rich and middle class miscreants. It was a place of evil and anything less than wiping it out and banishing the foreigners would be lenient.

It was on the Berlina Race Accords that the growing dissent and schism had started to appear. Almost immediately, the Zealots began to boo at the name UWO and it's leader. An action that even surprised the Emperor himself, whose instantly snarled at the lack of respect shown to his decisions. The Emperor was after all the leader of the Sanhedrin as the Messiah, and while it was true that he had rarely visited the Temple in the past, he had come to repair the growing divide. Yet, he remained quiet, despite the display, he had noticed, more importantly, that a number of Lord Rabbis and Kohens had mutedly agreed with the sentiment. The Ralkovian Faith was not sympathetic to Nazis, regardless of if they were allies or not. After all, the Ralkovian Faith saw itself as the guardian of all Jews everywhere, even those that were not of the Imperial Judaic Faith.

Joshua watched carefully though, taking a few seconds every minute or two to stare at Zachariah, as the Zealots and Kohens stood up and delivered comments against the Berlina Race Accords, against the UWO, and against the Nazis. Even his presence did nothing to temper the raw anger the Heart felt, in fact, it was likely that his presence had only inflamed the Heart more. The signs of chaos were becoming immediately apparent to the Lord Rabbis and even the Emperor himself, whose thoughts now focused on the best way to disarm the situation. If he repressed the Zealots and Kohens, he would lose support from them, if he continued to let the fire burn it would only burn more.

For the Zealots, the Emperor's continued inaction was taken as permission to continue on their diatribe.

"The Sanhedrin recognize Chief Zealot Jordan of Penada to speak," Zachariah spoke, staring back at the Emperor for a command or some order to end this break from order, despite having to perform his duties of moderator of the Sanhedrin.

"Praise Ad-nai, our Lord, our G-d, the legitimate ruler of the Universe and all creation. Praise be the Emperors' past who led this country inspired by holiness and love of the faith. Praise the loyal people who follow the faith, and damn those who do not follow the face to obliteration. I issue my praise and denounce the evils of immorality and hedonism. I am a simple Jewish man, who worshipped your father, and your father's father, and your father's before that. I have loved the Messiah at every reincarnation. We do not question the Messiah's judgement or G-d's judgement. Though we must ask why have we decided to allow a nation of faggots, atheists, and morally corrupt Nazis brutalize our fellow Jews. They are brothers in our faith, closer in blood to the scum in the United World Order will ever be to us.

It is true that United World Order recognizes that Ralkovian Jews are the exception, but that doesn't come from love. It comes from fear of being wiped out by the holy armies of Ralkovia. They do not care for Jews, Ralkovian or otherwise. And yet, we have decided that the UWO can trade with, can have it's people live amongst ours, can place an army and navy on sovereign mainland territory. The same mainland that Emperor Dire Raskov promised the Sanhedrin that no foreign army would ever land on. And further, that any part of the mainland touched by foreigners is tainted for all time.

I fear though, that this message may be lost on some of you. So let me amend my previous statement. 'And yet, some of us have decided that the UWO is welcome to our goods and our lands even if they hate Jews, despite what was promised to us by the Greatest Messiah in the past century, Emperor Dire Raskov.' I am only grateful that the stooges in the UWO banned themselves from fornication with our women, so that we do not have to deal with young Ralkovian women fornicating with an inferior race.

The path we are currently heading down on has us recognizing nazis, christ-fuckers, niggers, atheists, whores, heretics, and miscreants as equal to that of a holy Ralkovian citizen. We will be no better than the race mixers in Lamoni if we continue. We will have wealth and power, but we will lose our faith in the process. We can continue strongly with our face. We do not need allies. We do not need race mixing. We do not need foreigners in our lands. We do not need anyone.

In conclusion, fuck the UWO Nazis, fuck the Muslim Parthians, fuck the Scandinvan Christ-Lovers, fuck the Atheist GWO, fuck Yallakian Whores, fuck the Doomani Enlightenment, fuck the Phenzyian scoundrels, fuck the Blackhelm Confederacy and it's oil, fuck the unfaithful, and fuck anyone who betrays the Empire. Exterminate all the non-believers and exterminate anyone who even dares thinking about attacking the Jews."

There was a deadly silence throughout the Sanhedrin, as eyes slowly glanced between the Emperor and the Zealot, and then finally the Sanhedrin erupted into cheers amongst the Kohen and the Zealots. The loss of control left the Emperor almost breathless, even Zachariah could spot a momentary lapse into pure terror by the Emperor. The Lord Rabbis watched in fear, as did the senior members of the Kohen, as the Heart had begun to turn on itself. It was finally after the cheering had died down, the young Lord regained his composure. But the damage had been done, and his inaction had fomented into an actual schism.

Emperor Raskov stood, his face already beginning to snarl into deep anger. His Raskovian eyes now red as blood filled his iris in rage. He launched himself to the center of the room, staring down every zealot and kohen that had just chosen to betray him. There was confidence in their dissent, knowing that the Emperor had no room for an actual open rebellion of the Faith at this exact moment.

"I have heard from the Zealots and the Kohens. I have heard of your complaints against me and against my decisions. I have heard from some that you do not think my reign legitimate. I have heard you call for extermination of our allies, nations that would bravely fight against the actual devils and demons that the Lamoni, Lyrans, and Allaneans worship. You would condemn our great Empire to it's own extermination in the process. You have decided that rebellion is the path that you want to follow upon, that that is the safer course for Ralkovia rather than exposure to a small number of foreigners that bring with them money, technology, and investments that further Ralkovian power to help us achieve our goals. I have heard some call for the invasion of our allies, as if they had personally fornicated with your sons and daughters and gave you some half-breed half-wit that you would have to take care of.

I will not hear of such things anymore. I see your look of amusement Jordan of Penada. You're thinking that I cannot enforce such threats without our nation falling into open civil war. You'd be right to assume it would, but I've of course got insurance. One upon which you've forgotten very carefully. You see, I've been extremely accommodating to the Faith. I understand the anguish you feel at watching the decay of your power in the modern cities of Ralkovia. I can understand that for most of you there is a looming sense of your own destruction at some inexplicable time in the future. You've stopped growing, you've started dying. I can understand that anger. You defend the old, and you see me as ushering in the new.

However, the new is far better than the old. The Sanhedrin was good for motivating millions of men to pledge their lives to the service, to give those lives in exchange for territorial gain, but in this modern world, we don't need millions of men running down a hill screaming 'for Ralkovia.' Overwhelming numbers do not work anymore. The Lyrans have a kilometer long warship, the Lamoni have an advanced base on our doorstep. We've had four major invasion attempts in the six years. And that get's me back to my point on why I will not be hearing this dissent ever again.

Those past four invasion attempts were over a single Ralkovian policy and that is our mass enslavement. If you haven't begun to realize right now, even in Ralkovia, slavery has become a growing conversation of controversy. And your most faithful are the one's who suffer from it's effects the most and they are very well aware of it. It's hard for a poor Ralkovian man to compete with a personal slave, isn't it. So who do you think he'll support when you offer to fill his soul, but I offer to fill his belly?

In that regard, you now have an option set on the table for you to decide upon. It's a similar choice offered to you fifteen years ago. You can stay silent or you can rebel. However, the outcome will be very different for you. If you choose to stay silent, your Chief Zealots and most of you Kohens will step down and I will appoint new one's loyal to me and the faith, and in return I allow the continued existence. Or you choose rebellion, but I will be the one to frame your rebellion. It will no longer be about removing a delegitimate Emperor. It will be about slavery. And I will burn the Heart to the ground and allow our lands to be occupied by Allaneans, Lamonians, and Lyrans; and you will hang, and so to will I, but the faith will be forever destroyed in one immediate and ultra-violent reaction.

So I leave you with a choice...die slowly and quietly for the next few centuries or watch everything burn. The choice is yours," the Emperor finished, he stared at the room, every single man remained absolutely silent, horrified and frightened. The Emperor simply smiled and walked out of the room, leaving the Sanhedrin to quietly contemplate his choice.

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To: United World Order [Open]
From: Emperor Joshua Raskov II
Subject: Berlina Race Accords
Attchment 1
It has come to my attention that the UWO has decided to persecute those of the Jewish faith. Since the UWO is a long time ally, I firmly believe that such actions are best dealt with by negotiation and diplomacy, rather than threats and invasion. Henceforth, we issue the UWO an ultimatum, revise the Berlina Race Accords and remove any materials discriminatory to it's Jewish Minority. The Ralkovian Jewish Faith is the definitive faith for all Jews throughout the World, even if they choose not to recognize it. As such, Ralkovia is the guardian of all Jews and this policy strikes at the very heart of the Jewish faith. I want to reassure Fuhrer Richtofen that the previous policy will not be held against the UWO by the Ralkovian Government. We understand the necessity of protection of purity, however Jews are not subhumans, I have provided the relevant scientific studies within.

Sincerely,

Emperor Joshua Raskov II

[United World Order]

Die Amt für Auswärtige Angelegenheiten von Vereinigte Weltordnung

To: His Majesty Emperor Joshua Raskov II.
Subject: A plight of good faith for the Ralkovian people and faith.

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In light of the missive sent from your majesty we have come to the conclusion in order to avoid future division in our friendship between the Reich and the Ralkovian Empire, that the Reich Is willing to prepare the transportation for what is of the Jewish faith in territories now held by the Reich for travel to the Ralkovian Empire for assimilation in your lands instead of other alternative measures that would have been done otherwise. We sincerely hope that no offense or blight was taken by what was meant in the accords and we can assure your majesty and those in the Ralkovian Empire that those in Reich territories who align with the Jewish faith will be transported safely to Ralkovian lands for your benefit.

Sincerely signed,
Valentin Voelker, Reich Minister of Foreign Affairs.

[Morrdh]

Mórrdun
Capital City
Commonwealth of Morrdh
North-Eastern Greater Dienstad

Cabinet Briefing Room A, or simply the COBRA Room as it was better know, was finally having a long overdue and very much needed refurbishment. In recent weeks a heatwave had struck the capital causing the COBRA Room to become unbearable as the heat combined with the collective buildup over the years of tea and nicotine stains to make the room extremely unpleasant. The Cabinet had agreed that something had to be done and the COBRA Room was finally signed off a deep and thorough clean, though with the current heatwave it meant hosting hosting all Cabinet meetings at Brigmore Hall just outside of Mórrdun. The Hall was a manor house constructed in the Tudor Revival style by the Brigmore family in the early 1800s, it was eventually acquired to serve as a country retreat for a serving Morridane Prime Minister. Though the present Prime Minister, Edmund Vermillion, had preferred using his official residence on Barrowe Street.

A meeting had been called after the Ordenites had announced the Berlina Race Accords, something that quickly received condemnation from the Commonwealth and sparked responses from others in the region. This meeting was unusual in the sense that Prime Minister Sarah Gibson of New Garrack and the recently sworn-in Lord Protector of Mordent Arthur Norwell, the latter also hailed from New Garrack and was one of the Commonwealth's top military commanders. Aside from Edmund Vermillion there was also other important members of the Morridane Cabinet such as the Home Secretary Richard Clarke, the Foreign Secretary Sir Gedney Hill and Minister of Defence Nathan Hay.

"Thank you all for coming," Said Edmund Vermillion as he addressed the assembled group. "You all are no doubt aware of the recent deceleration made by the Ordenite government and confirmation of its connections to the Ralkovian Empire and the Kraven Reich. The implications are worrying, a coalition of slavers based in the heart of Greater Dienstad."

"This is something that I cannot and will not allow to happen, even if it means taking direct action to ensure that it doesn't." Vermillion continued. "I have not called this meeting to discuss options, rather to announce that I want a plan of action drawn up and put into motion."

"I want our Lamonian and Mokan allies informed that we wish to take action against the Ordenites, I also want to know what help we can get from them as well as our Stevidians. Sarah, I need to know what support New Garrack can give to a Kashubia-Zvezdan conflict. And lastly Norwell, I need you to give me an assessment of Mordent's defences and contingencies in case of a possible Ordenite attack."

"Now, any questions?"

[Mokastana]

Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Mokastana City, Mokastana
People's Unified Federation

The Berlina Race Accords arrived at the desk of Foreign Minister Elizabeth Franshaw like most other important international documents. Unlike most others, this one was ignored. Despite being referenced in the document itself and one of the key rivals of the Ordernite Reich, the PUF took document as mere saber rattling and proof the Ordernites were the enemy of everything the PUF stood for. Not to mention, she considered it a badge of honor to be the prime example of everything a Nazi should not be.

Besides, tensions were still high in Castille de Italia, the Fascist next door. The government had gone quiet, but she knew things were going to nose dive quickly there. After all, the Mokans kept up their military flights into the country, and so far no one had shot each other yet. Castillo rated a much higher priority for the government than a revision of some Nazi’s ridiculous laws.

However, the international community soon spoke up, revelling in horror at what the Mokans had already known and been fighting. Though the Red Star Civil War was not ‘technically’ a war fought by the PUF, a memorial had been built outside the city to honor the hundreds of ‘advisors’ who fought along side their students. Many either died or went MIA, but many still remained behind enemy lines, working with local revolutionary fronts to destabilize the puppet put in place by the Ordernites. Mokan and Federal blood had already been spilled, this recent round of Nazi bull crap was just a reminder to continue their subversive efforts.

Yet the Morridanes, the Lamonians, Monavians, even the governments of Geara and Heidisteinia spoke up. Many worried that the United World Order was beginning to embark on the slavery trade. Then Allanea sent their own message inviting the Federal government to meet with them regarding the Ordernite threat. While the Monavian offer for military aide and additional deployments was welcome with open arms, and communication with Lamoni and Morrdh being practically ingrained into government and military operations, it seemed the Mokans and other Federal Nations only knew of Allanea by reputation. Because of that, Ms. Franshaw wrote a quick letter to their government, a willingness to take them upon their offer to discuss the threat the Ordernites presented. Perhaps the Ordernites, by publishing this insanity, had signed their own death warrants, but Elizabeth was too familiar with the way the world worked to believe their total destruction would come from this one letter.

[Greater vakolicci haven]

((OOC: Sorry, simple post since I'm risking being left behind.))

IC:

Official communication of this Rightly elected government of the people, corporations, states and other entities collectively known as the Greater Vakolicci Haven
Encryption level: highly secret| Priority level: urgent
Addressee: Valentin Voelker, Reich Minister of Foreign Affairs, the United World Order
Origin: The Honourable Mrs. Dianne Stevenson, Senior Secretary of State for Foreign Relations, Greater Vakolicci Haven
Subject: Regarding: Berlina race accords, with regards to the exemption of Haveenic citizens, offer of aid

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Honoured Minister;
The world, as you are surely aware, is turbulent in nature and decidedly unkind. Individual nations face a queue of other, less moral, more imperialistic states lining up to punish them from defecting from the 'correct' ideology, the 'correct' policies, the 'correct' alliances. This is an unfavourable state of events, and one which I am sure you are as aware as I am requires strength and the overcoming of differences from targets of these attacks if we are to survive them, our culture and histories unmarred by the trampling armies of foreign powers, or by the whitewashing of their propaganda services.

Our peoples are decidedly different in our ways of conducting ourselves. The Vakolicci are a nation which subscribes to the right of the will: a doctrine which grants its citizenry a degree of sovereignty unknown in almost all comparable states. We believe in individual liberty as one of the greatest and most important cornerstones of our society, and will defend to the death any nation which attempts, by force or by stealth, to remove such liberty from us. We also believe, like yourselves in the Reich, that their are certain peoples to whom these sellfsame liberties, and the protections thereof, should not be applied to. Conqured peoples. Irresponsible peoples. Those of a criminal disposition. All are unworthy of liberty and all condemn themselves and their decendents to a life of slavery, subject to the good will of one who owns them, of course.

Your own Reich believes a similar thing to our Haven: that being that their exists within this world many subsets of individuals which are undeserving of the protections afforded to their more-privileged neighbours, and who must not be allowed to gain a high degree of influence, lest the nation fall to ruin. And hense, our shared enemies: those people who have decided that they know how to run our nations better than we do, and that we are unworthy to govern ourselves. These nations, some of which are able to project power on a global scale, are a threat of the highest order of magnitude and must be stopped, and this Haven is willing to stand with you fully in any operation to do this. I repeat again, this Haven will protect your interests should they come under attack from undesireable foreign interests bent on regime change or the alteration of your nation on their own lines.

Their is but one condition to our assistance. I will not allow anybody, whoever they may be, to hold Havenic citizens as lower beings to their own. The Havenic citizen will not be treated as a sub-human, a slave or an entity to be removed. The Havenic citizen will be protected from attacks against his integrity, much as he is in our Haven. If it can be guaranteed that Havenic citizens, regardless of ethnic group or sexual orientation will be protected from harm via the methods put forward in the Berlina race accords, an understanding will be reached concerning our mutual defence.

I hope this communication finds you and your family in good health and happiness, and long may such continue. I eagerly await your response with anticipation, and pray that it is one which will benefit both of our peoples greatly.

I am,
Dianne Stevenson,
Senior Secretary for Foreign Relations,
Greater Vakolicci Haven

[The State of Monavia]

June 17, AD 2016
0800 hours MIST

Office of the Queen
First floor, Royal Residence
Chalcedon, Monavia

The queen’s press conference stirred up enough media attention to keep then Berlina Race Accords in the news for several days since there was little else in the news that qualified as noteworthy at the time. The Monavian press made a modest effort to promote the story and thus ensured that it would remain a popular topic of discussion for a while thereafter. Most domestic commentators and pundits agreed with the government’s theory that Richtofen and Grossmann created the new policy to curry foreign favor, though their opinions otherwise differed widely outside this main point of agreement. They might not have cared enough about the Ordenite Reich’s internal policies to have opinions on them, but they were easily offended by Ordenite claims of cultural and moral superiority and repeatedly trumpeted their discontent on the airwaves to gin up their ratings. Radio talk show hosts and television anchors frequently told their audiences that the Ordenites had cast aspersions on Monavian honor and should not be forgiven without apologizing first while hundreds of outraged citizens penned newspaper editorials calling for the government to expel Ordenite diplomats.

Though the Monavian people generally found Richtofen’s pronouncement distasteful, they had no pressing motivation to remain miffed over foreign rudeness for long and their tempers gradually cooled through the remainder of the week as domestic concerns assumed precedence once again. The Lamonian foreign ministry eventually got around to expressing a predictably unflattering opinion of Richtofen’s new policy, but his strategy of waiting for such criticism to dissipate was proving effective beyond this and other exceptions. By the time the sun rose on June 17, the Monavian public had allowed most of its unflattering thoughts about the Ordenite Reich to recede into oblivion and had nary a reason to let them resurface.

The Royal State Security Council had little use for ill sentiments when it met to deliver the Crown’s daily security briefing in the queen’s private office at eight o’clock that morning. The council’s opening proceedings went forward the same way they did in previous meetings and the advisers spent most of their time addressing domestic security concerns. It was not until Elizabeth took advantage of a break in the conversation to ask about Díenstadi affairs that the issue finally resurfaced. “Has the Ordenite government responded to my statement yet?”

“No. They’ve been silent all week,” McKay answered.

“They’ll have to respond eventually,” Varga concluded. “Minister Ley came out swinging the day after your press conference. She made quite an impression on the airwaves.”

“I have a copy of her statement here,” Chambers added as he pulled a sheet of paper out of his folder and set it on the queen’s desk. She reached out and picked it up to glance at its contents only to set it back down a moment later.

“I’ll read this another time. Is this the only other statement that’s come out since then?”

“I doubt it,” Chambers answered. “It’s likely that most of the foreign governments which have found reason to make inquiries about the matter have contacted the Ordenite government directly instead of making public statements. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised after all; we certainly prefer to do things that way ourselves.”

“Yes, normally that’s what we do when we feel a need to get to the bottom of a matter,” Blake agreed, “but this time we chose to take a different approach in order to provoke a response, and so far,” he noted with a tinge of frustration, “nothing has happened.”

“They want to test our patience, don’t they?” Perez scowled. “They know we won’t go off half-cocked in their faces without ample reason, so they’re baiting us instead. Just wait. They’ll sit there silently, waiting for us to doze off, and once we’re finally asleep they’ll poke us again and then claim they were just minding their own business when we get in their faces about it.”

“I honestly expected the Ralkovians to do that sort of thing, knowing how Raskov is,” Blake opined. “You’d all think he’d be the one baiting his neighbors for sport the way Richtofen is, but instead he’s sitting back and relaxing while Richofen takes another swing at the beehive.”

Scribner was confused. “I don’t follow your metaphor, Miss Varga.”

“Professor,” Varga swallowed, “the Ordenite government acts like a kid who enjoys poking dogs with a stick from behind a fence. The kid will keep teasing the dogs until one of them tears the stick away or his parents show up and stop him. If one of the dogs gets close enough to bite, however, he’ll blame the dog for everything and make his parents demand money from the owner.”

“What does any of this have to do with the Race Accords?”

“Richtofen and his cronies like to provoke their neighbors so that they’ll threaten him or make his country feel threatened if nothing else. Once somebody starts opposing Ordenite provocations, they cry foul and claim they’re being extorted or bullied so they can ‘retaliate’ and seize more land and resources from the ‘guilty’ party. The Ordenites always claim they’re the victims whenever something bad happens to them and they always demand compensation and concessions for their trouble.”

“When do you think they’ll finally make their demands?” Blake asked.

“They’re waiting for the right moment first. Once they’re ready, they’ll cry a river of false tears about how the entire world is ganging up on them and wants to condemn their policies for no reason. They’ll take another country hostage—last time it was the RSU—and then offer the other involved parties a peace agreement in exchange for being allowed to keep whatever they took.”

“Where does their racial policy fit in with this?” Scribner inquired.

“I don’t know,” Varga sighed, bowing her head in thought as she tried to think of an answer. “The Ordenites like to talk about how much they breed. I’d say they’ve been annexing land to make room for themselves because they’ve been having lots of children.”

“That sounds logical,” McKay agreed. “They don’t have enough room to accommodate all their population growth so they take over weaker countries and kick out the natives to make room for their own people to live. I bet they would not have this problem if they didn’t constantly tell their people they had a duty to reproduce like rabbits and have as many children as possible. Their social policies are the real problem; if they were less…active, they wouldn’t have so much population pressure to deal with.”

“Is it possible for us to help solve this problem?”

“Not really, Your Imperial Majesty. Unless we can somehow discredit their social policy and make it unpopular, the Ordenites will continue multiplying and running out of room every few years. Their government has taken a dim view of traditional religion, especially any theology that restricts venereal activity and places piety ahead of serving political interests. The resurgence of Orthodox Christianity in Kashubia may prove helpful, but Richtofen might forbid Kendrov and his supporters from letting the clergy say anything unless the Reich Party approves it first. I personally think Richtofen is only allowing the church to return because the communists suppressed it, not because he or Kendrov are particularly religious.”

Elizabeth sighed. “Thank you, Colonel. I suppose I’m just frustrated that there’s nothing we can do right now to help make the situation any better. I honestly pity the Ordenites quite a bit. They’re trapped in a political system that keeps forcing them to outgrow their borders so that they keep coming into conflict with somebody else. Do you have any idea how tired and cynical they must feel after years of being told that everybody else is their enemy, all because their leaders don’t want to rein in their internal policies?”

“No, I don’t…but I’m sure they’d like to hear something positive for a change.” The conversation gradually drifted back to other national security topics as each of the advisers presented their portions of the Crown’s daily security briefing and discussed the implications of their findings. After the council adjourned for the day, Elizabeth reflected on the conversation about the motives underpinning Ordenite policies. After spending several minutes contemplating the issue of population pressure, she concluded that the international community might alleviate the Ordenite Reich’s population pressure by relaxing immigration quotas so that they could spread themselves out more easily. Yes, that’s exactly what I’ll try! she thought to herself excitedly as she snatched a pen out of her desk and picked up a spare notepad. I’ll write a brief proposal to share with the Royal Cabinet at their next weekly meeting on Monday morning.

Over the past few years the Ordenite Reich’s leaders have publicly expressed concerns about the need to secure a future for their people. Their concerns fall into two categories: keeping their population healthy and providing it with sufficient space to maintain its current standard of living. While they appear to have already found answers to their questions of public health, the issue of living space remains unresolved.

In the interests of fostering a general climate of peace and goodwill among nations, I have asked the Royal Cabinet to consider loosening restrictions on immigration from the Ordenite Reich so that citizens who need living space have more freedom to pursue it abroad. My proposal will allow for up to one million Ordenite nationals to apply for and receive Monavian citizenship every year and permit up to two million more Ordenite nationals to obtain Monavian work visas during a given twelve-month period.

This should help a little, she smiled to herself as set the finished note down. I’ll be interested to see how they’ll receive it later.

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1730 hours MIST

Pressroom
First floor, Ministry of Foreign Affairs Building
Chalcedon, Monavia

The Monavian intelligence establishment had little difficulty picking up the Kravenite broadcast since MNIA listening posts surveyed countless frequencies at any given moment and the Directorate of Intelligence had sophisticated networks of satellites and unmanned aircraft at its disposal. MNIA personnel quickly forwarded the message to the Directorate of Military Intelligence (DMI) so that their own personnel could evaluate it and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs so that Minister Carter could devise an appropriate response. Carter elected to refrain from expressing any public opinions on the Kravenite Reich’s involvement until Minister Blake could discuss it with his advisers and gauge its geopolitical significance. Later that afternoon, Minister Voelker finally authorized a press release addressing foreign criticism of his country’s new race laws and thus prompted Carter to call his own press conference.

The minister spent nearly an hour racking his brain for ideas he could use to publicly address his Ordenite counterpart in a way that might clarify the Monavian Empire’s official position without creating any new ambiguity that somebody could later exploit. By the time the maintenance crew responsible for readying the pressroom informed him that it was ready, he had already prepared and discarded four whole drafts and still found himself making alterations and revisions with no end in sight. After downing a hefty glass of green tea and several minutes of staring out an office window to give his mind a rest, he finally decided on what he wanted to say and committed his thoughts to paper.

A team of ushers was still helping incoming journalists and their assistants with their seating arrangements when Carter arrived at the pressroom just three minutes before his 5:30 P.M. conference was set to begin. The palatial room he entered may as well have been a temple consecrated in honor of the news media since its white marble floor had been freshly buffed to a gleaming mirrorlike sheen and eighty mahogany-framed seats upholstered with red satin cushions had been arranged on either side of a plush burgundy carpet running down the middle. The heavy damask curtains that normally covered the windows had been tied back with elaborately braided cords of white silk and the minister’s finely lacquered mahogany lectern stood atop an elevated dais that had a massive needlepoint version of the Imperial Federation’s coat of arms as a backdrop. Carter stopped to greet a handful of reporters in the front rows and then slipped behind the lectern to withdraw a folded sheet of paper from his inside coat pocket as he began speaking.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Earlier today my counterpart in Berlina released a three-paragraph statement addressing the questions which Her Imperial Majesty asked during her press conference last Friday. The Ministry will post complete translations online later this evening so that the public can read it for themselves and draw their own conclusions. I intend to keep my remarks short as Minister Voelker did and address each of his assertions in turn.

“Voelker devoted the first section of his release to providing interested parties with background information on his government’s need to adopt racial standards. None of this information is particularly new, so I will not comment on it any further. In the second section, Voelker wrote, ‘The statement made by those in the Monavian government that other “civilizations” have already trumped the Ordenite Aryan race by thousands of years is what baffles [us] and is considered humorous and outright “stupid” as put by [our] Allanean counterparts.’” Carter had hardly even finished reading this line when a chorus of reporters booed it down. “I can tell you with certainty that the Crown is not going to have Minister Voelker over for tea with manners like that,” Carter smirked, eliciting sporadic laughter from the press.

“I have no idea what motivated Voelker to write these words,” Carter continued. “If I correctly recall Her Imperial Majesty’s statement, our beloved queen merely said is that a number of Díenstadi countries have surpassed the Ordenite Reich’s technology and economic output—she did not say anybody was ‘thousands of years’ ahead of the ‘Ordenite Aryan race.’ Minister Voelker also wrote that his country spent a long time isolating itself from foreigners so that they would not corrupt Ordenite cultural traditions and that foreign peoples are now considered ‘parasitic and better deemed using the term, “life unworthy of life.”’ Who gave the Ordenite government authority to decide whether other Díenstadi populations were fit to live? Did a council of Díenstadi states meet to grant Ordenite leaders jurisdiction over their citizens? Did any states outside Greater Díenstad ever agree to place their people under Ordenite control? We certainly didn’t!” Carter spat.

“Other insinuations include a claim that civilizations that open their doors to foreign influences and the ‘parasites’ he leaves unspecified are now living ‘a life of a slow painful death.’” Carter stopped to make a frightened face and nervously look around the room like he was searching for ghosts and then brought his lips close to the microphone. “Do any of you see dead people?” he whispered. “I don’t. I guess we must not have any parasites here.” Several more reporters giggled at Carter’s little quips as he stopped to think about what he wanted to say next. “Voelker ended his statement by denying that Ralkovian influences have anything to do with the new racial policy and thanked the Kravenites for expressing their support. Given that the evidence we have previously found regarding Ralkovian influences has been circumstantial at best, it is plausible that Voelker is telling the truth about his country’s relationship with them, though I have yet to see much proof either way.

“In any case, we’ve never told the Ordernite how to run their own country. We’ve simply told them they have no business taking over other countries that have done nothing to injure their interests or threaten their security. If the Ordenite Reich continues invading sovereign states that have left them in peace and continues seizing foreign territories that do not belong to it, we will assume that they will eventually try to conquer our country, and we are not going to let that happen. The Monavian Empire will continue to assert its right to resist foreign aggression and aid its neighbors around the world in doing the same. With that said, I will take questions momentarily…”

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1800 hours MIST

Chamber of the Monavian Senate
Imperial Parliament
Chalcedon, Monavia

Voelker’s inflammatory rhetoric reignited Monavian anger on a scale far exceeding that of the previous week, thanks in part to Carter’s own riposte and an ample supply of media coverage. Carter’s press conference was not the only Monavian response that emerged in the hours following Voelker’s statement since a majority of the Senate voted to table its remaining business for the day so they could use the afternoon to take turns issuing their own denunciations and demanding apologies from the Ordenite government. The most recent speaker in the series was an elderly senator named Bruce Bates who chaired the body’s Foreign Relations Committee and cleared part of his afternoon schedule to organize a committee meeting.

Once Senator Bates finished his speech, he quietly departed from the rostrum and returned to his desk while a number of other senators walked by and took their seats. Right as the last of the group sat down, the Chancellor heard footsteps approaching a set of doors on his left and turned towards the location of the noise. The footsteps stopped just short of the doors as a pair of unseen hands took hold of their poorly-oiled knobs and pushed them aside to admit a young page dressed in a navy blue uniform with brass buttons. The page nodded to the doormen who let him inside and set a folder on top of an unoccupied desk as a leanly-proportioned gentleman in his forties strode out of the shadowy doorway and jovially patted him on the back with an impish grin.

The older man was a senator named Wilhelm Heinrich August von Crüzendorf who was first elected to his seat in 2011 and planned to seek another term in the 2017 elections. Though his parents expected him to become a banker since his family had already yielded five generations of them after they immigrated to the Imperial Federation in the eighteenth century, Crüzendorf chose to enter politics instead and spent most of his adult life serving as a prosecutor and constitutional lawyer. In keeping with his family background and refined tastes, he still opted to dress like a bank president by augmenting his aura of polished confidence with a patrician demeanor as starched as his white dress shirt and the double-breasted suit that matched his rich head of jet black hair. His steel gray pocket square was conservatively folded to leave just a thin sliver of it visible and his matching tie was shot through with black satin stripes that shined under the lights hanging overhead. The senator always kept his coiffure meticulously styled as if he was sitting for a portrait so he could appear in the best possible light for the cameras, but his greatest talents lay not in modeling but in oratory.

Crüzendorf walked over to the desk where Bates was sitting and donned a cheerful expression to soften up the chiseled contours of his oblong visage. “How’s your evening Bruce?”

“It’s great. I just finished giving a speech.

Crüzendorf laughed. “I’m just about to start. It’s time somebody ripped those uppity guttersnipes a new one.”

“Get ‘em,” Bates encouraged.

The younger senator continued onto his desk and took a seat as several others settled in and pulled a copy of his remarks out of his coat pocket to look them over one last time. Once the Chief Clerk signaled that the assistant clerks recording the proceedings had finished changing shifts between speeches, Crüzendorf arose from his seat and intently locked his sapphire-hued eyes with those of the Chancellor and waited to be acknowledged. Several moments later, the elder statesman provided the senator with the opening he sought. “The chair recognizes the junior senator from Tavran.” Bates’ colleague left his seat and approached the rostrum as if he was walking to the graveside of a dear friend and solemnly ascended the lower tier and laid his notes on a portable lectern that stood just beneath the Chancellor’s seat.

“Thank you,” the senator smiled as he struck a comfortable pose behind the lectern. “Your Excellency, fellow senators, and honored guests: I have chosen to stand here before you to address a troubling development that emerged earlier this afternoon. Most of you are probably aware that the Ordenite government passed new regulations on Monday in an attempt to adopt what it calls a ‘racial policy.’ Most of you also remember that this ‘racial policy’ states that people who are ‘not of Ordenite blood,’ ‘who carry the blood of an alien race,’ or ‘who speak the language not commonly spoken in Germania’ are ‘subhuman,’ meaning that they cannot be legally recognized as actual persons.”

Crüzendorf paused, mentally counting off several beats to let his message sink in before he resumed speaking. “These definitions are so broad they encompass almost the entire world outside the Ordenite Reich’s borders. By saying that Ordenite law should not regard the citizens of other countries— including ours—as actual people, the Ordenite government has given itself permission to trample on anyone it chooses, including us! Never mind how they insulted us by claiming that other races are too ignoble and base qualify as civilized! Never mind how they branded Mokastana a ‘notable host of subhumans’ in an attempt to provoke our allies to hostility so they can claim to victims of foreign aggression!” Just as the senator seemed like he was about to start ranting, he abruptly paused to let his temper subside, all the while glaring intensely towards the cameras.

“Like many others in this room, I thought the Ordenite government would stick to its usual habits and wait a few months after issuing this decree before provoking us further…but they didn’t,” the senator continued sternly, all the while allowing his voice to soften further until it faded to a whisper. “Just a few hours ago, on this very afternoon, Valentin Voelker issued another formal statement in which he declared that people living outside the Ordenite Reich—that includes us—are unworthy of life.” A dull murmur ominously cascaded around the room and sent chills through the audience. Even the press crews covering the senator’s speech were unnerved by what they heard.

“By declaring us unworthy to live, the Ordenite government has formally disavowed any semblance of goodwill and friendship between themselves and our people. By declaring us unworthy to live,” he repeated, this time more forcefully than before, “Minister Voelker has spoken of us as if we are his enemies.” Crüzendorf paused again to glare hotly at the cameras as he measured out the cadences in which he would speak his next words. “Never before has the Ordenite government acted so nakedly unfriendly towards us. Never before have they insulted us this grievously! They are blackguards and knavish cads who know not their place in the order of nations!” Crüzendorf’s name-calling brought the crowds in the gallery to their feet as he resumed speaking again. “Your Excellency, I submit to you that Minister Voelker’s latest actions represent yet another episode of unwarranted provocation intended to drive us away from pursuing our interests in Greater Díenstad. We have only to ask ourselves how much longer we can let these insults stand. How long must we continue to let Richtofen slander our allies and speak of peaceful foreigners as “parasites” to be kept in check by his troops before our patience is finally exhausted? How long?” he snarled.

“Our country has been polite enough to avoid interfering in their internal affairs, even after they insulted our allies and declared Mokastana a rogue state. We were civil towards them even when they violated the laws and customs of war that prevail among civilized nations by referring to uniformed soldiers as illegal combatants. We were even magnanimous towards them when Victor Klubtz unilaterally ‘outlawed’ the body of treaties and diplomatic customs that we call international law in 2013,” Crüzendorf annunciated while laboring hard to maintain a straight face. “Our experiences over the past three years have shown us that the Ordenite Reich is run by men who regard the territory of other countries as their own, who regard foreign people within their reach as their own subjects, and who regard any country that does not follow fascism—including our own—as their enemy. It does not matter who we are, or what we believe—if we do not have Ordenite blood or speak the Germanian tongue, they will regard us as mere brutes that deserve to die at their hands to make room for their ‘race’ to expand.

“The Ordenites have cast a gauntlet at our feet and accused us of being unworthy to pick it up!” Crüzendorf erupted. “It is time for the Imperial Crown to demand a formal apology from Richtofen’s government, and if they won’t apologize or desist from further provocations, then we had better give them a fight!” The gallery broke its silence and vigorously applauded Crüzendorf as the Royal Guard details stationed in the chamber vainly tried to quiet them, but the senator only stopped long enough to gather more breath for his closing peroration. “The Ordenites claim they want peace!” he thundered. “We have given them peace! We have let them have peace! Year after year, we have sowed the seeds of patience, and what have we reaped? Insults! Provocations! Hostilities! Does anything we do please them? I have no idea what the Imperial Crown plans to do, but whatever they choose, they must make it clear that our patience has run out. I would love to see the Ordenites repay our civility with friendship, but if they continue to act belligerently towards us, we had better not hesitate to repay them appropriately. Thank you.”

The crowds in the gallery cheered as if the senator had just put out a fire by himself and sent wave after wave of applause echoing around the chamber as the Chancellor brought his gavel crashing down to quiet them. Crüzendorf beamed at the audience and stepped off the rostrum, only to halt as a warm voice beckoned him from behind. “Senator?”

“Yes, Bruce?”

“Remind me to call you when I need to make a good speech.”

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1810 hours MIST

Office of the Queen
First floor, Royal Residence
Chalcedon, Monavia

Elizabeth had secluded herself in her private office to watch the Senate’s deliberations over Voelker’s statement and the fallout from the international community. While much of the oratory was too staid to draw applause from the other senators and the visitors in the gallery, Crüzendorf’s bombast had electrified the mood throughout the chamber and galvanized millions of viewers across the Imperial Federation. When Crüzendorf finished, the queen leaned back into her chair and glanced at the note she had scrawled several hours earlier. “I was trying to be nice,” she muttered as she picked it up and tore it in half, “but the bastards really pushed it this time.”

“Is Your Imperial Majesty all right?” asked a footman standing at the doors.

“No, Vladimir, just…”

“Relax. I’ll bring you a cup of tea to enjoy and then you can lie down and take a nap. You’ve had a long week and deserve some rest after what you’ve seen on the news today.”

“Thank you, Vladimir,” Elizabeth smiled. “Charles should be home tonight in time for dinner. If you don’t mind bugging the cooking staff, I’d like you to arrange for them to make one of his favorites and bring in an extra bottle of blush wine from the cellars.”

“Of course, Your Imperial Majesty. Do you need me to do anything else?”

“No, Vladimir. You are dismissed.” The footman left Elizabeth in peace as she sank back into her chair and drew in several deep breaths. This isn’t going to go over well. We may as well be prepared for everything to turn sour shortly. The queen reached for her telephone and dialed the number for Blake’s office, lifted the receiver to her ear, and waited for an answer.

“Hello?”

“Minister Blake?”

“Good evening, Your Imperial Majesty. I take it this isn’t a social call.”

“Correct. I need you to convene the National Defense Council at the soonest possible opportunity and inform them that the Ordenite Reich’s relations with us are likely to frost over if present trends continue.”

“I will. Do you need me to do anything else?”

“Yes. Raise our mobilization posture from DMC 7 to DMC 6 and have Donaldson put his Díenstadi operations on elevated alert.”

“As you wish, Your Imperial Majesty.”

“That is all.”

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June 18, AD 2016
0828 hours MIST

Office of the Right Honorable Frank Carter
Fifth floor, Ministry of Foreign Affairs Building
Chalcedon, Monavia

Carter awoke on the morning of the eighteenth feeling less combative than he did the previous day, but he remained no less incensed than he was earlier in spite of having enjoyed a good night’s rest. The Ordenite embassy still remained present in Chalcedon, but their willingness to stay was uncertain in light of how intensely their government had been excoriated by numerous senators. If they were a discerning lot, they would have been able to accurately assess the Monavian public’s sentiment just from the tone of Crüzendorf’s speech, at least when speaking about the public’s more politically engaged segments anyway. For his part, Carter knew that the Imperial Federation’s relationship with the Ordenite Reich was deteriorating very rapidly and would worsen if Richtofen and Voelker did not accede to Monavian demands.

Soon after Carter arrived at his office, his secretary handed him a stack of letters which included the Etoilian communiqué and other documents. Carter set them aside so he could write a note instructing Deputy Minister Borozan to summon Ordernite diplomats from their chancery and expel them from the country if their superiors failed to rectify the situation. As much as he thought Borozan would dislike having to undertake such an unpleasant formality, he knew he was in no mood to do it himself. At worst, he might lose his temper and thus risk having Ordernite envoys bragging to their superiors in Berlina about how they succeeded in getting under someone else’s skin. Once Carter finished writing his note, he sent it out and sorted his mail so that the Etoilian communiqué sat at the top of the stack and everything else was ranked behind it in decreasing order of importance.

Her Excellency Dr. Soledad Martin
Secretary-General of the General Secretariat
The Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture

June 18, 2016

Your Excellency:

I have the pleasure of confirming that I have received your communiqué about the Berlina Race Accords earlier this morning and relished the time I spent reading through its contents. As measured and restrained as official Monavian statements have been in regards to this matter over the past eight days, the visceral sickness that the Berlina Race Accords have provoked is present throughout the Monavian public and is likely to grow more intense if it is not cured.

The Monavian government, out of an abundance of respect for the interests of its neighbors and a desire to receive reciprocal treatment in return, officially supports the doctrine that every sovereign state possesses an absolute right to pursue its own destiny unhindered by foreign oppressors. By claiming “Ordernite superiority and domain over all Man” (to use your own magniloquent phraseology), the Ordenite Reich’s current régime has evinced an intention to trample the sovereignty of its free neighbors the same way it trampled the sovereignty of South Panooly and the former Red Star Union. Needless to say, my superiors have no intention of letting these egregious precedents stand lest the Ordenites and other usurpers like them start believing that we are not going to object to such behavior in the future. In addition, as much as I would like to believe that the Ordernite Reich’s repugnant slavery policy is a purely internal matter beneath my government’s notice, history has shown that the slave trade invariably disregards borders from the moment it is instituted in any quarter of the earth. As such, my government is strongly inclined to support stamping it out.

Sincerely,

Frank Carter
Minister of Foreign Affairs

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0844 hours MIST

MNDC meeting room
Basement level, Ministry of Defense Building
Chalcedon, Monavia

Minister Blake contacted the Monavian National Defense Council on the evening of the seventeenth and directed the members to await a summons for the following morning. In response to the minister’s instructions, the commanders in charge of the Empire’s armed forces made their way to a secure section of the Ministry’ basement where they were set to convene at nine o’clock on the morning of the eighteenth. Blake had been careful to say little about the meeting’s agenda or expected duration, though he made a point of saying that the members were only going to discuss one or two topics of significant importance.

Fifteen minutes before the meeting was set to begin, Blake left his office on the seventh floor and walked down several flights of stairs to buy a candy bar from a third-floor vending machine before slipping into a crowded elevator car and pressing the button for the upper basement level. After stopping twice so that the other passengers could get off, Blake finally arrived at the correct floor and briskly walked past the Ministry’s postmodern cafeteria and gymnasium, all the while keeping a mental tally of how many paces it took him to reach the end of the corridor he was following. Several weeks earlier his personal physician cautioned him to exercise more regularly to normalize his blood pressure and keep his weight from rising too much, but the amount of desk duty he performed often made it difficult for him to follow the doctor’s orders. Had the Berlina Race Accords not resulted in such a widespread international fracas, he would have been able to take a week of leave to hike inside Austin Canyon or the trails crisscrossing Dalnik Forest, but now his dreams of time off the job would have to wait a while longer.

After passing the gymnasium and turning down another hallway, the minister reached a security checkpoint that led into the restricted sector. He whipped an ID card out of his pocket and swiped it through a reader beside a pair of doors that led inside and entered a long, brightly lit hallway where several soldiers in deep green dress uniforms stood guard at various doorways and corners. Most of these guards were in their early twenties and a few of them appeared to be in their thirties or older, but they all comported themselves as if they were about to be drilled and graded since they never knew when an officer or Ministry official might pass by their stations. All of the soldiers in the building recognized the minister since his portrait was displayed on military bases along with those of the current chancellor and monarchs, so his passage through the sector was marked by over a dozen crisply rendered salutes by the time he reached a door at the end of the hall and entered a numerical code on a nearby keypad to gain entry.

The hallway on the other side of this door was normally unlit unless somebody stepped inside and triggered the automatic infrared sensors that activated the overhead lights. A pair of stainless steel doors on either side of the hall led to vaults containing the MNDC’s records while a gleaming ten-inch-thick blast door at the end of the hall led into the administrative annex containing the MNDC’s meeting room. On first glance, the quartet of guards assigned to keep watch over the hallway outside the meeting room did not look like they could seriously challenge potential intruders, but the number of service stripes adorning their sleeves showed they could mount formidable resistance in the event of a security breach. Blake returned their salutes as he unlocked the meeting room and turned on the lights in anticipation of the others’ arrival and seated himself at the head of a rectangular cherry wood table inlaid with the Ministry’s seal and sinuous arabesque filigrees.

The meeting began precisely on schedule with MNIA General Director James Cheney and DMI Director Nathaniel Donaldson seated closest to Blake and the service branch commanders occupying the rest of the table. Blake called role and then asked the men seated around the table if any of them knew why the Crown had asked him to call the meeting to order. Cheney raised his left hand and spoke.

“Minister, the Crown wants us to meet here so we can discuss the strategic implications of the Ordenite Reich’s recent activities and the Kraven Reich’s decision to involve itself in Ordenite affairs.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

Cheney cleared his throat. “Yesterday, at approximately 1359 hours MIST, the Directorate of Intelligence’s Foreign Signals Intelligence Analysis Unit picked up an unencrypted signal originating in the Kraven Reich and forwarded it flash to the DMI. Director Donaldson has his own transcript of the broadcast.” Several sets of eyebrows rose as Cheney described the signal and reached down to pick up a slim briefcase where he kept vital papers. Cheney withdrew a thin folder containing the transcript and a number of related documents compiled by his signals intelligence analysts. “As you can see here,” Cheney continued as he laid the transcript on the table, “the Kravenites sent this broadcast in response to recent Ordenite activities. If you don’t mind, I’d like to read it out loud.”

“Go on,” Donaldson spoke up.

Cheney read the transcript aloud and set the page down when he was finished. “This statement’s implications are extremely serious, at least in my own professional opinion. I don’t know what you think, but I have a few thoughts of my own regarding the nature of the events unfolding outside our region. In spite of whatever our feelings might be, our purpose here is to determine appropriate responses and figure out how to implement them.”

Donaldson straightened his posture and leaned forward. “As limited as our knowledge of the Kravenite economy is, we know that their leaders strongly prefer slave labor over mechanization. Even though they could eliminate their need for slave labor (especially menial factory work) by relying more on machines, they would still need to feed and house the people they’ve conquered over the years and find a way to make them useful. Slavery is their solution. Unfortunately, their approach towards slavery is much more wasteful than traditional versions since they like to squeeze the most possible use out of their slaves in the shortest time and quite literally run them into the ground. As a result, they have to keep finding new slaves to replace their depleted ranks, and the new Ordenite policies represent a big opportunity for them to scoop up new laborers by the millions.”

The Director’s explanation only halfway satisfied the Admiral of the Imperial Navy, Friedrich Albert Neufeld. “Do you think the Kravenites might have been behind the new race laws?”

“No, Admiral,” Cheney answered. “Their prior history of enacting racial policies dates back to the 1930s, long before the Kravenites ever became what they are now. Realistically speaking, the Ordenites needed an outlet for disposing of their undesirables and Kravenite leaders happen to be in want of additional slaves.”

“So the whole affair is nothing more than an ugly trade deal?” Neufeld remarked.

“No,” Marshal of the Army Thaddeus Lambert explained, “it’s more than that. The present Kravenite government has always been expansionistic and conquest minded. It appears they’ve already exhausted the available resources in the parts of the Gothic region they have been able to take over, so they’re now looking for greener pastures to consume. They could still try to take over more Gothic land first, but their closest neighbors are not likely to approve of such activities and it is thus easier for them extract what they need from other regions.”

“That makes sense,” Neufeld concurred.

“What about their diplomatic overtures towards Richtofen?” Marshal of the Imperial Air Force Gordan Bogdanov queried. “They clearly want to secure Ordenite collaboration in whatever they have planned.”

“If you define ‘collaboration’ as what they did to Vetalia,” Cheney grimaced. “They practically swindled the Vetalians out of a large chunk of their country, milked it dry, and angered half of their neighbors in the process.”

“If that’s how they prefer to operate, then what do you think they’re likely to do once they conclude diplomatic agreements with Richtofen?” Blake inquired.

“The Kravenites ultimately want to acquire a foothold outside Gholgoth,” Marshal of the Royal Guard Lazar Dragović concluded. “If they can establish an alliance with the Ordenites, they will have a forward position large enough to directly threaten the Golden Throne and Stevid. Of course, I doubt that the Ordenites will be able to hold onto South Panooly or Kashubia if this happens since the Lyrans will not tolerate Kravenite slavers running ships so close to them. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Lyrans preemptively evict the Ordenites from Kashubia just so no Kravenites can establish a presence there, and that will certainly ignite a major war between major Gothic and Díenstadi coalitions. There’s no understating just how costly such a war will be; a territorial dispute between the world’s leading military powers will set off worldwide inflation and throw everything from tourism to exchange rates into chaos for years.”

Dragović’s predictions for the future of the global economy left an uneasy silence inside the room for several moments before anybody spoke up again. The stakes up for grabs could potentially alter the fate of the world’s most powerful regions and send shockwaves reverberating around the rest of the planet for generations to come. After close to half a minute of reflection, Lambert finally broke the silence with a single simple question. “What’s our main strategic goal?”

Dragović’s countenance stiffened grimly. “We must find a way to keep Kravenite influences contained inside Gholgoth. More broadly speaking, we have to keep a specific set of Gothic and Tyrrhenian powers from achieving the ability to project their full strength all the way to our side of the world until we can grow strong enough to contend with them ourselves. We began this process of allying ourselves with a number of countries that share this strategic interest with us. Now we must gain additional allies wherever we can find them and organize them into a firewall to accomplish this purpose, and depending on how quickly the Ordenites want to become Greater Díenstad’s tinderbox, we may only have months where we used to have decades.”

[Etoile Arcture]

OOC: Secret IC between Etoile Arcture and Monavia. Apologies for not posting something longer.

General Secretariat
Lake Concordia, New Corinth
18 June, 2016

Excellency,

I have the honour to acknowledge the receipt of Your Excellency's Note of today's date on the subject of the Berlina Race Accords. I have followed with great interest the recent statements of Her Imperial Majesty Queen Elizabeth VI and Her Imperial Majesty's Government including those of your good self, and the lively political debate in Monavia, especially the recent speech on the floor of the Monavian Senate by Senator Crüzendorf.

Since the signing of the Dagora Doctrine our region has enjoyed its longest uninterrupted period of peace and prosperity in decades. But throughout this period there has always been a threat lurking on the periphery, beyond the borders of our region but not beyond the borders of our allies. That of the slavers and the facists. We have ignored this threat, for it is easy to ignore what is just out of eyesight - out of sight, and out of mind, as the saying goes - and it has festered in that hinterland of obscurity for far too long unchecked and unchallenged.

Whether these repulsive Berlina Accords signal the end of the present halcyon times is too early to say. It is certainly, as Her Imperial Majesty and Your Excellency have so effectively and emphatically shown, a wake-up call to all of us. If I may be so blunt, like the Imperial Federation, the Technocracy fears the possibility that these facists and slavers, often more divided amongst themselves by their hideous and twisted ideologies than even the most acrimonous of nation states, should somehow find a way to align themselves towards a shared purpose it will pose a major challenge to all our nations.

Certainly, these facist states share almost all the same fundamental problems - lack of territory, a reliance on forced labour, precarious economic situations and dwindling natural resources. The language of the accords seems to contain both an outreach to other fellow facists, and a pivot by the Ordernite's towards slavery that aligns perfectly with the interests of their ideological enemies in Ralkovia. The prospect it raises of a union between the two now seems far scarier to us, than it is it seems to the Nazi Ordenite's and Jewish Ralkovians themselves. Should this union also include the Kravenites and others it is clear that they would pose an existential threat not only to the peace and security of Greater Dienstad, but of surrounding regions as well including Nova.

In light of this the Technocracy has accepted the invitation of the Free Kingdom of Allanea to attend an international summit on these matters to be held in the Allanean Barrier Islands, and I urge the Government of Monavia to likewise consider attendance. Should matters come to the unthinkable, as broad and powerful a coalition as can be mustered may be needed to check the ambitions of the unholy alliance the Ordernite's may be in the process of building.

As always, please send my best wishes to His Imperial Majesty and Her Imperial Majesty, and the royal family.

Please accept, Your Excellency, the renewed assurance of my highest consideration.

Her Excellency Dr. Soledad Martin
Secretary-General of the General Secretariat
The Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture

His Excellency The Right Honorable Frank Carter
Minister of Foreign Affairs
The Imperial Federation of the Monavian Empire

[The State of Monavia]

OOC:

OOC: Secret IC between Etoile Arcture and Monavia. Apologies for not posting something longer.

More SIC content below. You can regard this post as my formal RP pivot point towards Allanea’s thread. As I explained to Ralkovia via telegram earlier today, I am likely to keep my exchange with UWO going as long as is appropriate while simultaneously posting in the other thread.

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June 18, AD 2016
1610 hours MIST

Office of the Right Honorable Frank Carter
Fifth floor, Ministry of Foreign Affairs Building
Chalcedon, Monavia

Carter received Dr. Martin’s communiqué in the late afternoon and dispatched a reply in short order.

Her Excellency Dr. Soledad Martin
Secretary-General of the General Secretariat
The Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture

June 18, 2016

Your Excellency:

I have the pleasure of confirming that my office has received Your Excellency’s most recent letter regarding the security concerns that have arisen from the adoption of the Berlina Race Accords and the possible motives underlying these events. Senator Crüzendorf will be especially pleased to hear that the international media has looked upon his work approvingly; he is a rising star in the Imperial Federation’s political firmament and I for one am willing to wager that his future will be incredibly bright.

It appears that the Allaneans entertain an opinion on the gravity of our shared strategic concerns that somewhat resembles our own. In light of this fact and conclusions that my own government has drawn regarding the implications of Kravenite involvement, I will ask for the Imperial Crown’s blessing to attend the Allanean conference and work to arrange for Monavian coordination with their efforts. I will likewise forward Your Excellency’s kind wishes to the royal family and pass along any reciprocal sentiments they offer in return.

Sincerely,

Frank Carter
Minister of Foreign Affairs

Two hours later, Carter returned to his office after dinner to write to the Allaneans. Having obtained the Crown’s blessing to attend the conference, he made arrangements for his deputy to assume management of the Ministry in his absence and began assembling a team of delegates to attend the conference with him.

His Excellency Andrew Koch
Grand Ambassador of the Free Kingdom of Allanea
Sapphire Season Hotel
Barrier Islands
Free Kingdom of Allanea

June 18, 2016

Your Excellency:

I am pleased to report that my office has received Your Excellency’s generous invitation to meet with your esteemed representative at the Sapphire Season Hotel in the Allanean Barrier Islands to discuss the security concerns that have arisen from the adoption of the Berlina Race Accords. This evening the Imperial Crown blessed my office’s request to accept Your Excellency’s generous invitation, so the Free Kingdom can expect to see a Monavian delegation in attendance when the conference begins.

My office supports the Free Kingdom’s desire to confer with other parties to discuss the economic consequences of the new race laws and the Ordenite’s Reich’s cooperation with the Kravenite government and other similar entities. My government also firmly believes that the Ordenite Reich’s recent activities will have potential strategic implications far beyond their present and possible future financial management difficulties. I believe Your Excellency will be interested in the concerns that I wish to bring to light when I describe them at the conference, as I prefer to air said concerns when the other delegates are present over using up more of my official stationery.

Sincerely,

Frank Carter
Minister of Foreign Affairs

[Heidisteinian Fempire]

Mosque Kartner Al-Arabii, Neuschwanstein, Heidisteinia

The crowd of believers pulsated once with the call to prayer into the mosque in the morning, as the wooden structure, masterfully built in the Stave style and with sturdy black Oak teemed with life. Today was a day where Dietlof Thuring, third of his name and descendant of the Thuring family of Skalds and Imams would begin his sermon, one on the power of unity and the power of equality.

After prayer and some in between time used for socializing with each other, the people became quiet. Thuring took the podium to speak. Recording equipment and video taking devices pointed at the skinny, tall man, as he begun to use his holy voice.

Thuring was a frail yet determined looking man, his Volkein Deutchesburgen heritage showing in the dirty blonde color of his hair and the color of his pure blue eyes, his Arab heritage in the jagged and angled shape his facial hair took. The usually jovial and kind man had a very stern face today, and Dietlof Thuring was rarely stern. He was the leader of Jaam'at, a Mahdvite Sufi organization based in Neuschwanstein, founded by his ancestor Yohannes Thuring in the 1600s for the purpose of protecting the Islamic community of Volkein from Christian armies, and extended to Natives who were part of the Islamic Community at a later date.

To say that Jaam'at was a organization that was both charitable and aggressive would be very accurate. The organization has been in Jihad as recently as the early 1900s against the Sea Peoples, a Charismatic Christian ethno-religious native group, but such times of war are behind the ambitious organization. The time to protect others was at hand, and Dietlof was here to speak about faith to all, and about war to some.

"My 'ummah, I wanted to speak to you about something serious, and I would do shame to this Mosque as it's custodian and to God himself if I don't address this concern." Dietlof announced, a determined look coming over his face.

"I assume everyone here follows the news like a good citizen should, if not, I will deliver the news. There is a nation that is under a oppressive regime. It is a familiar land calling itself the United World Order. A name of a nation that wishes to conquer the world and destroy anything not conforming to it's disgusting ideals."

The crowd stirred. Silent and reverent to the wise Imam, they became fixated to his speech.

"Evil is always vanquished, unless the people want evil. The people of the UWO chose evil a long time ago, and their descendants suffer mightily because of their prejudices. I ask all of you not to hate the people living there. I don't want you to hate the soldiers. This is a problem propped up by hate. Dogma. A tower of corrupted fetishism for a disgusting ideal that must be taken down. And how must we? How must we act against this oppression of our people? We can start by getting other people on our side. I want the able men and women to go to Panooly. I want the faithful to go to Kashubia. I want them to grab the Kalishnikov and raise it against the enemy and I want them to raise up the peoples of this land."

Once the Imam finished the section of the speech, the room cheered while Dietlof took a breather, to look over his flock of devout followers. He wished to finish strong, and finish strong he did. With a fire in his eyes and determination in his voice, he gave the call to battle.

"I formally issue a Fatwa in the name of Allah the merciful, in the name of all that is holy and in the name of all that is good in this world. I want the good holy warriors of Islam, all around the world, anyone out there who considers themselves a Muslim or anyone who wishes to free the oppressed, to go to Kashubia and Panooly, and with the help of the world, relegate the UWO to their safe zone, where they belong, forever and always. I want the name of the United World Order to represent what they are, a lie. Such evil cannot reign over the world."

One deep breath.

"TAKBIR."

And another.

"ALLAH'U AKBAR!" The crowd exclaimed, the spirit of the struggle already filling their hearts.

And with Dietlof's third breath, the speech was done. Once it was edited and put on the internet, his voice would be heard throught the Islamic world.

[Ralkovian Grand Island]

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Die Amt für Auswärtige Angelegenheiten von Vereinigte Weltordnung

To: His Majesty Emperor Joshua Raskov II.
Subject: A plight of good faith for the Ralkovian people and faith.

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In light of the missive sent from your majesty we have come to the conclusion in order to avoid future division in our friendship between the Reich and the Ralkovian Empire, that the Reich Is willing to prepare the transportation for what is of the Jewish faith in territories now held by the Reich for travel to the Ralkovian Empire for assimilation in your lands instead of other alternative measures that would have been done otherwise. We sincerely hope that no offense or blight was taken by what was meant in the accords and we can assure your majesty and those in the Ralkovian Empire that those in Reich territories who align with the Jewish faith will be transported safely to Ralkovian lands for your benefit.

Sincerely signed,
Valentin Voelker, Reich Minister of Foreign Affairs.

To: Valentin Voelker, Reich Minister of Foreign Affairs
From: High Lord-Minister Oskar Skara, High Minister of Foreign Affairs, Clan Leader of the Second Tier Skara, Respected Servant of Emperor Joshua Raskov II
Subject: Arranged Transportation To Ralkovia
Encryption: Penultimate

We are glad to hear of the decision the UWO has made regarding it's Jewish population. We would like to reiterate that we cherish the friendship between the Grand Empire of Ralkovia and the United World Order deeply. His Glorious Emperor Joshua Raskov II, Ruler of the Grand Empire, The Reborn Messiah, The Commander of All of Ralkovia, and Benevolent Master of Billions, has also asked me to convey that no offense was taken by the Berlina Race Accords and that relations between our two great nations have not declined in the slightest.

He would also, however, like to communicate that Ralkovia while covering all compensations for Jewish property, does ask that all Jewish property be turned over to Ralkovian Jews within the UWO. He asks this as a matter of friendship and trust between our two nations.

Further, we shall be sending transports to pick up the Jewish citizenry in question and ask that proper accommodations be afforded to both the Jewish citizens in their time of relocation as well as the crew of the transports.

Lastly, in commemoration of our glorious friendship, we have bequest the Golden Heart of Thalamor to your Fuhrer. Enclosed within is the twelve ounce Golden Heart, liberated from the Thalamorians in 1750. Within the Heart is a time piece that replicates the sound of the Heart on the hour. This symbol from the personal treasury of our Emperor and Messiah Joshua Raskov II, Eternal Lord of Ralkovia, Master of the Ocean, Land, and Sea, Messenger of G-d, symbolizes the heart of Ralkovia and the UWO beat as one.

Sincerely,

High Lord-Minister Oskar Skara, Loyal Servant of his Emperor

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To: Frank Carter, Foreign Minister of Monavia
From: High Lord Minister Oskar Skara, High Lord of Foreign Affairs of the Grand Empire of Ralkovia

Understandably, Ralkovia and Monavia retain no formal diplomatic contact with each other. We see each other as enemies. However, even I must admit that the State of Monavia has a strong moral backbone and robustly protects what it understands to be human rights. Therefore, I shall be very curt in my missive to you. The Ralkovian Empire seeks no quarrel within GD as we move to relocate the Jewish population from the UWO to our Grand Empire. We shall be sending transports to facilitate this movement of people and seek to let it be known that these men and women shall no be enslaved, chatteled, or bound. They shall be treated as future citizens of Ralkovia and accorded all the rights and freedoms that it brings upon.

We ask for the Monavian State to alert it's allies in the region that this fleet is not hostile and is civilian in nature. We understand that for some amongst the coalition it is policy to sink all Ralkovian ships. We hope that the civilian and humanitarian nature of these ships can be communicated.

Thank you.

[United World Order]

Embassy Row, Berlina, Central Germania,
United World Order.

It seemed just like another typical night in Berlina in that being the Embassy district of the city which would be where foreign embassies and consulates were typically found. The main street that ran through the district was for the most part clear as it usually was, the embassy district was perhaps one of the safest places in the city and the most peaceful. The district was well known for it's embassies from countries such as The Fascist Federation, Ralkovian Empire, The Golden Throne of the Macabees and even although with what recent turmoil has occurred, The Imperial Federation of Monavia. Unlike most days in the Embassy District, this night would be quite different then the others as due to comments made by various Monavian political figures and government officials, it was deemed necessary that the Monavians needed to be reminded just exactly who the Ordenite Reich was and what they were capable of. Of course for the sake of civility and peace, a non-violent demonstration was organized by those in the Reich Party and what was arranged would be sure to remind the Imperial Federation that the Reich is not one to fold over what was deemed as 'saber rattling' and 'ignorance'. Already a viable propaganda fueled slander campaign against the Imperial Federation was already being planned to take place for quite some time, with it's main goal as to further undermine the Imperial Federation and further cement negative views of specific foreign countries to the people in the Reich.

In what had first been a quiet street that was home to various embassies and consulates was now alive in activity as members from the Reich Party who wore there notorious khaki like colored uniforms and flashing there blood red arm bands that sowed in them was the swastika. Also among the Reich Party members was a military styled band that played a strict Prussian like cadence as the three column deep formation of Reich Party members marched down the Embassy District, towards the embassy of the Imperial Federation of Monavia. Lit torches marked the path of the moving column of Reich Party members as they all held torches since it was night time, some also carried flags that show the 'blood flag' otherwise known as the red background black swastika in which has been so infamous in the Reich. A van followed the moving columns which was also equipped with speakers and other audio devices, a voice would be heard through the district as someone was speaking as the columns of Reich Party members marched on closer to the Monavian embassy.

"We National Socialists are strong minded and strong willed, those in the Monavian government seek to slander our good name!" The speaker began as they continued to march and were nearly there by now. The van kept up with the moving columns as the speaker continued.

"Those in Monavia wish to see our Reich, our people and our culture tainted by the parasites and subhumans, we must not allow it!" The columns had now arrived infront of the Monavian embassy as they re-arranged themselves in a neat organized military fashion in order to properly face the front gate of the embassy.

"Our Reich does not need the Imperial Federation and it's corrupt decaying monarchy, only our Fuhrer to lead us forward into a new age!" The speaker continued as the speel that was aimed at making a statement to the Monavian ambassador and the Imperial Federation as a whole. Suddenly from amongst the columns came banners that were being raised that showed further anti-Monavian rhetoric among other things such as even the burning of several Monavian flags utilizing some of the torches carried by the Reich party demonstrators. Eventually the Reich Party demonstrators would leave and at the break of dawn would be replaced by an actual mob of protestors that would call for the leave of the Monavian ambassador from Germania and push further anti-Monavian rhetoric.

OFFICE OF THE REICHSFUHRER-SS

To: SS Race and Settlement Main Office, Kashubian National Police Authority.
Subject: Removal of Jewish persons and property and deportation to Ralkovia.
Encryption: HIGH

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After the coming to agreement with those in the Ralkovian Empire and with the Kashubian Republic government and garnering the approval of the Reichsfuhrer and Reich Party Fuhrer. It is in the Reich's best interest that those within the Kashubian mainland who align with the Jewish faith are to be deported along with what transportable property they possess to the Ralkovian Empire for assimilation. As to not tarnish the already strong bond between the Reich and the Ralkovian Empire this order is to be carried out immediately and in a haste, professional manner.

Approved by;
Christian Richtofen, Reichsfuhrer.
Oswald Grossmann, Reich Party Fuhrer.
Karl Heydrich, SS-Oberst-Gruppenfuhrer.

[Stevid]

Official Communiqué of His Majesty’s Government
of Stevid and Holy Empire

To:
The Govn't of UWO
1 Aug

His Majesty’s United Kingdom of Stevid and Rubet and Holy Empire hereby completely and utterly condemns the
appauling and degrading judicial act of Ordenite law entitled ‘The Berlina Race Accords of 2016’.
The harsh nationalist rethoric of the United World Order, and its subsquent international support following this public annoucement,
has serious 1930-esque undertones that have no place in this modern world.

The Holy Empire has campaigned to repel the old ways of nationlist thinking within its own borders and continues to strive to
bring this voice of freedom to the world. The United World Order has sought to, and continues to do so, position itself on the world
political stage as a hateful pariah state whose only goal is to subjugate those under its protection with little thought to cause and effect.

The point of these accords is to en-slave and punish those that the United World Order finds undesirable; the secondary objective of these
accords to diliberately antagonise and rile the international community.

The Holy Empire hereby commends the direction of many in the international community to not rise to the remarks and content
of the Berlina Race Accords, despite their vile content. The Empire also applauds the humanitarian effort that the community has
decided to embark on to help the displaced and unwanted from the United World Order.

However, in the case of aggressive national socialisim and the subjugation of innocent peoples vaguely outlined in the Berlina
Race Accords, humanitarian relief efforts and international condemnations are simply not enough to be classed as an effective
response to these ‘accords’. The despicable actions of the United World Order will find further traction with like minded nation-
states; this is evidenced with the show of support to the United World Order by the Kraven Reich, and the exemption of the
peoples of Ralkovia, Castillia and Imperial enemy Wanderjar.

The Holy Empire believes that simple condemnation politick sets a dangerous precedent of appeasement towards the United World
Order that finds itself in strong company, including Gholgoth nations, and therefore the region of Greater Dienstad is under a very
real indirect threat as a whole due to the publishing of the Berlina Race Accords.

Therefore it is hereby further declared that the Holy Empire of Stevid will engage and discuss the political and military ramifications
of this rascist ‘accord’ with all like minded international parties that have voiced their disgust towards this outrageous policy of hate.

The Holy Empire will also increase military activity around the Astratii Continent of Greater Dienstad (in that includes nations specifically
marked on the Accord has been populated by ‘sub-humans’ and in that Adaptus Astrates forms part of that continent and thus part
of its racial/cultural history). The protection and prosperity of this continent forms a large part of the Holy Empire’s foreign policy and
it will not be abandoned nor will Stevid allow it to be threated.

The Holy Empire also severs all diplomatic relations with United World Order and will suspend all trade agreements. The Holy Empire’s
policy on the Gothic states is well known and will not be repeated. The ceasefire and withdrawal deal with Wanderjar in Stevidian South
Geal will continue but beyond that all further diplomatic talk will be suspended pending further review.

The Holy Empire will hereby compose and then impose strict economic sanctions upon the United World Order after diliberation
with likeminded nation-states; this will also include the World Assembley. Irrespective of the overall decisions made the Holy
Empire will impose its own sanctions on the United World Order and will be published in the coming weeks.

The Holy Empire will also take aggressive political and military steps to safeguard the Greater Dienstad region from internal and
external threats involving the slave trade. The United World Order and her allies should expect to be scruntised carefully by the
region’s intelligence agencies and the Stevidian military will act accordingly to prevent and deter an increase in slave trade within the region.

Imperial Foreign Office
The Holy Empire of Stevid

[Delmonte]

"It is easy to tell a King from a petty Duke. A King will not keep you waiting. He will not beat his chest or blow trumpets because he does not have to. He is a King. A petty Duke, on the other hand, will give you every opportunity to note his resplendent grandeur and the value of his time. Truly, the irony of the century."
~My Journey to the Batory Empire and What I found There; Baldassarre Castaglionni

The Chancellery of Foreign Nations
Of the Most Serene Republic and Grand City of Delmonte

"In Bellum Pax; Per Pax Prosperitatem."

To the Attention of the "Government" of the Kraven "Reich", the Ordenian "Reich", and The Ralkovian "Empire", and All Other Reichs, Empires, Glorious Republics, etc. etc.

Dear Sirs,

This missive will have three parts. First, I'd like to address the confusion of your respective psychotic totalitarian dream-nations. You're all crazy, have a fetish for the color black, believe in murdering people wholesale, and seemingly got all of your ideologies, beliefs, and behaviors out of the same Fascist Children's Book of Bedtime Cliches. Not an unimpressive feat given the well-known illiteracy of your ideology. This laundry list of seemingly impossible similarities alone would be confusing enough, but you all have very similar names as well. The Ordenite Reich and Kraven Reich come to mind, but the Ralkovian Empire, Empire of the Scandinvans (which while not yet involved is also strikingly similar) stick out as well. You're all really quite... samey. You really are just carbon copies of the same nation and are completely interchangeable in every way.

As such, for the purposes of expedition and discussion, I move that The Ordenite Reich be referred to as "Reich A", the Kraven Reich be referred to as "Reich B", the Ralkovian Empire be referred to as "Reich C", and the Scandinvan Empire be referred to as Inbred Retards. This is not an insult; as has been confirmed by many countries on multiple occasions, due to their rampant inbreeding resultant from their purity policies, the overwhelming majority (if not all) of Scandinvan citizens are actually mongoloid retards.

I daresay that Reich A is headed down that path as well given their psuedo-scientific enthusiasm for racial purity whose knowledge and evidence have about the same amount of credence as crystal healing. Perhaps Reich A believes in homeopathy as well. This brings me to my second point: Nondescript Reich A is hilariously incompetent. Not only has science demonstrated for many centuries that different races are about as different as cats of a different coat, but they seem to apply their same brand of mad science to their diplomacy as well! Jews are subhuman monsters that cannot be tolerated in their society and yet they are allied with Nondescript Reich C, which we all know is a heavily Semitic totalitarian cliche. At the risk of getting stuck in your rabbit hole of idiocy and incompetence, my morbid curiosity compels me to inquire as to the logical process Reich A followed when arriving at this conclusion. That Jews were abhorrent as citizens but incredibly valued in other nations to the extent that you will finance said nations' evacuation of such Jews and laud their foreign policy, etc. etc. Even within your grotesquely stupid parabola of logic this fails to suss out in any way, shape, or form. So please do give me the step-by-step on that one. Do you hate Jews but love crazy morons enough that, being crazy morons, you may overlook their Jewish heritage? Can't wait to hear back on that one.

Which brings me to my third and final point in this migraine-inducing analysis of the paranoia and psychosis of lesser men. What is your plan to stop from becoming a nation of inbred morons like the Scandinvan Empire? Also known as "purity". After all, the unrepentantly retarded state of said Empire is the natural conclusion of the current policies of Reich A. Our research indicates that, perhaps, even Reich B is composed of inbred retards, though this is based solely on their behavior. So what's the game plan here? Do you want one of us to tap you on the shoulder when you become too retarded to notice yourselves? I'd be happy to do so. The good news is that retards sink like rocks, as we've seen from Scandinvan incursions into open water without a boat, so if you decide to continue with these moronic policies their effects will, thankfully, be limited to places that your citizens can walk to.

Your Most Loyal Friend and Confidante,
Ludovico Di Canossa; Chancellor of Foreign Nations