RCN 2021 Worldbuilding (MT, RCN Only)

[Vostochnyye Ravniny]

The White House, Federal City of Moskva
Operation Royal Eagle (Pt.1)
14-09-2021

The ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen (the boss of the Internal Security and a Matsrak Aristocrat) was in the 7th Floor of the white house, in front of a wide window that gives a view on the Kirov Boulevard. She was holding a file with her left hand, we could read "Operation Royal Eagle" on the first page of the file. She was waiting for KGB's Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov, both have conveined for a non-formal meeting.

Director Solovyov exited the elevator and walked towards Director Van De Kigen, Van De Kigen looked disturbed. When the coridor they where in became calmer, they started having a conversation...

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "Countess Maria, what is the operational status ?" he asked whilst smiling.

ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen: "The Niagarans are almost ready, the operation will follow as planned... but what if in the Citadel 34 Breach, the Secret Documents about this very-own operation were the real target of the attempted robbery ?" she said with a serious tone.

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "What do you mean ?"

ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen: "My superintendents and the itsCSI team on the case came to the conclusion that nothing was robbed, the Commando searched for documents... on a raid yesterday, we discovered a encrypted messaging device and first decryption reports say that they were looking for documents regarding foreign political manipulation..."

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "Are the documents secured ?"

ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen: "They were transfered to Base Romeo."

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "They are secured for now... does foreign intelligence services have a clue of what we're doing ?"

ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen: "Neither the FSA or the Korai."

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "If it's the case, then we proceed with the operation... To minimize the federal governement involvement in the Niagaran operations, Matsrak mercenaries will be employed."

ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen: "I already contacted Van Harlem, I arranged a meeting with him later this day... This sort of Black-Ops sets back Matsrakia to the times of the Van Harlem TNF Dictatorship."

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "The Golden Era of the MSSB... nowadays it's a mere State Police Force."

ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen: "The MSSDF's Spetsnaz are available if needed, a Spetsnaz Commando of the Landwehr and a Spetsnaz Commando of the MASDF will be in reserve."

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "I Doubt the Premier will authorize their usage, he distrusts more and more the MSSDF after their Reforms and Modernisation programs with foreign equipement."

ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen: "Give me a week, I'll handle the problem with the help of Wernitzig."

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "Do you have news from the former Premier ?"

ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen: "From my Father ? No... for him I'm just one of his Daughters."

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "Yes, but isn't the point of having Children to form a Family ?"

ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen: "He only focuses on mourning... I'm pretty sure he didn't talked to my mother in years..."

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov nods

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "I have to go Countess, I Have a meeting with Van Rosa in one Hour."

ITS Bureau Director Maria Van De Kigen: "I'll be on my way to meet Van Harlem and discuss about the countours of the Mercenary contract."

KGB Bureau Director Samuel Solovyov: "Always remember this: Who Dares wins."

In a span of 10 Minutes, one of the most ambitious Political Conspiracies in the history of the KGB was decided and given a green light. Preparatives were almost done... It's only a question of time now...

To be continued...

[Dunferm]

Boston, The United Provinces and Territories of the Furbish Islands
15th September, 8:24

Proceed with the task - the message received from the operative centre.

Reluctantly, Alexander Eugene Petersen, a middle-aged man of middle height and with stubble, known at home as Colonel Max Otto Isaiah, put away his old-fashioned phone, and peeked out the window, covered with blinds. Renting a small, but comfortable flat for a few nights offered him privacy just needed for an agent of the military intelligence branch of the General Headquarters, the General Department.

The weather was cloudy, with cold winds coming from the sea, laving the old stones like the ocean washing the stones in ebb and flow.

He then proceeded to dress in his 'field suit' - a handful of clothes fit for early autumn in Furbish Islands to create the impression of a careless tourist, a khaki-coloured backpack, and most importantly, a small plastic bottle, full white, with no sign or label, in his pocket.

As he left his rented house, he met with eyes with his colleague, Russel Bosberry, who left an hour earlier to scout the destination points of the 'special delivery'.

- You take the park and his house; I take the café and the car.

The task was a delicate one, and the risk of international scandal was all but inevitable, still the indecision would cost Dunferm dearly. Alexander then took a light rail to a residential area of Boston, the federal capital of this country, and after he went to a small park on foot, that was lying just a few metres away from his house. He knew the exact time and exact bench that the target would sit on, a product of careful observation, and leaving nothing to chance, he made sure that no one was around, and then took the plastic bottle, swapped its cap for a sprayer, and covered the bench with a tiny layer of liquid, which was under no circumstances to be touched. But this was just part of the scheme. He then left the park, straight for the target's house, moving between tall houses coloured yellow and blue, before reaching the approach that led to a modern one-story house of white colour, built according to the latest fashion. Immediately forging a masquerade of intent, he approached a huge door of dark wood, and knocked a few times, knowing that no-one was at home. Then he took the same bottle and released its remaining liquid. Now, with the deed done, Alexander Petersen proceeded to return to his flat, and from there he, with Russel Bosberry would get a plane to Ravenspire, immediately not looking back.

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Boston, The United Provinces and Territories of the Furbish Islands
15th September, 16:03

Philip Le Sueur was sitting on the bench in a small park near his house. Negotiations with the Vostoan Embassy were coming good, and Le Sueur had one important asset - a portfolio of secret documents, largely from the Dunfermian Navy and Air Force, that would compromise a number of operations in the Ocean for the future. A wind started a blow, and a cold shiver tingled him. Decided that he should not spend much time in public, he stood up from his seat, and decided to come home by taking senseless directions to confuse his potential pursuers, like a white hare confusing foxes in winter by making false trails. However, once he moved his leg a little, a strange feeling emerged from his chest, which felt like mustard stuck deep in the gullet, sea-sickness, and nausea. He wanted to take a breath but found that he couldn't. Soon, faintness stroke him like an arrow, and he collapsed to the ground, choking, and barely keeping his head raised. The colourful surroundings were blurring in his eyes, and he felt that his body was fading - he was dying. As he desperately was looking for help, he found not a soul on the streets, and soon a strange, pleasant feeling started overtaking his pain.

Soon, Le Sueur passed away.

[New Waldensia]

September 15, 2021
Nordenlind, Arnaud, New Waldensia

Haakon Liindstrof peered through his binoculars. The herd of reindeer was cresting a ridge some two miles to the east. The gap was closing. He sat back down on his snowmachine and started moving down the slope, headed to the cutoff point.

"They're headed toward Möhldir Lake. I'm on my way there now," he said into a radio. His fellow herdsmen, two other pairs, were en route as well. The winter snows had come early, and the tribal herds needed to be brought in to closer corrals.

The Skandar village, in the far north of Arnaud, depended on their herds to get them through winter. This had been a productive year, with good agricultural output and a healthy growth in the herd, but soon the icepack would come with a vengeance and supplies from the south would be much more difficult to obtain.

As he made his way across the Arctic plain, something caught his eye in a small ravine. He steered his vehicle toward the edge, and stepped off for a closer look.

There, sticking out from an exposed patch of soil on the side of the small gully, was something distinctly man-made. It appeared to be the corner of a small box, or chest.

Haakon slid down to investigate. He reached out with a gloved hand. It was made of wood, with an iron rim around the edges. It appeared to be in decent shape considering that it had spent an indeterminate time buried. He brushed at the dirt around it, exposing more of the box. Pulling his knife out, he used it to shovel more of the cold soil away from underneath, hitting something solid as he did so.

Crouching down a little, he carefully swept dirt away until he saw it. Something... metallic. He continued, his curiosity thoroughly engaged.

He shivered. A bony hand was coming into view, with what appeared to be chain mail by the wrist.

"What have I found?" he whispered aloud.

[Vostochnyye Ravniny]

This RP Arc was made in collaboration with greater niagara, logar and furbish islands.

Après moi, le déluge... (PT.1)
Federal City of Amsterdam (Capital of the Grand Duchy of Mastrakia)
15-09-2021

At last, after 100 years of Forced Republicanism, the Matsrakian lands saw it's Throne and Aristocracy restored. It didn't give Independence to the Matsraks, but at least ensured Peace and Liberty in the region. This restoration was part of the Pax Kagia policy...

At the city's Main Airport, everyone were waiting for the Foreign delegations plane.
Three Delegations were expected to arrive: FI's Delegation, the Logarian Delegation and the Niagaran Delegation.

The ITS Director Maria Van De Kigen and 100 of her Special Agents & Superintendents were waiting for the Planes arrivals, they were on Amsterdam's Airport Tarmac with a Grand Motorcade.

"Those FI Baboons are almost here" Director Van De Kigen Thought to herself.

The Logarain Airplane arrived. Exiting from the luxurious airplane that sheltered the Logarian Delegation, Prince Regent Edward followed by the delegation directly went to the encounter of the Director. "Salutations," said Edward in salute, "we have have brought gifts." Edward gestured to the shamans, carrying on their hands Logarian goods TBD.

"Greetings your esteemed Exelence and Welcome to Matsrakia" Said the Landwehr 4 Stars General Arnold Wernitzig, in charge of the security of Logarian's Delegation "My name is Arnold Wernitzig, I'll be escorting your exelencies throughout your stay" he said.

Meanwhile, Director Van De Kigen announced the arrival of the Logarian Delegation on her Radio. Then a Radio Transmission came in, it announced to the ITS Director that, the Furbish Delegation Plane was diverted towards the Southern Airport of Amsterdam, a Airport Mainly used by Low-Cost Companies.

She laughed and then headed towards the Logarian Plane.

Meanwhile in the Furbish Plane, above Amsterdam...

"We've been diverted to the Southern airport." said the pilot over the radio.

"Told you this was a bad idea." said Hutters to the small delegation inside the plane, "If our motorcade is sent to a different airport we are turning back immediately."

"It's the airport used by budget airlines." said one airman who was walking by.

"This is why our planes have their own stairs. We still have the special payloads. Just in case." said Hutters. an FSA agent nodded, holding two differently colored wooden boxes inside a briefcase.

"I will be in charge of giving gifts." said Trudeau, "I do not trust either one of you.". Hutters and Iſamaan laughed.

The plane, a small passenger airliner with many modifications for the Furbish government, touches down at the airport, followed shortly by a cargo plane carrying the motorcade. Stadtholder Adjoa Iſamaan, Prime Miniſter Arthur Trudeau, Deputy Prime Miniſter of Foreign Affairs Floris Hutters were present, so was William Erichſen, the second in command of the Boſton Gendarmerie, and the king of The Furbish Islands, were in the delegation.

Back at the city's main airport...

The General Wernitzig then asked, "Is the Korai agents armed?"

"There are ten Korai agents and Six Imperial guards here armed with a simple pistol," Edward explained.

Director Van De Kigen, dressed in a Matsrak Traditional Nobility apareal, arrived, "Greetings your Exelencies, The Korai and the Imperial Guards need to have the Safety screen always engaged on their pistols" she said.

"Absolutely," said a smiling Prince Regent to the Director.

"Did the Kaguchenkov Family remained in Logar?" The Director Asked.

"I fear yes," said Edward, "the Emperor wanted solely Logarians within the delegation."

"Understandable, please follow us" the Director Said.

The Logarian delegation entered in ITS's cars, the motorcade shortly departed towards the city-center where the coronation ceremony was about to take place.

Meanwhile in the Southern City Airport...

As the Furbish Transports landed, 30 Police Cars of the local SWAT, 10 BMP-2M and 5 Heng Long T-72 of the National Guard waited for the plane on the Tarmac.

As the Planes taxied towards the parking cargo ramp number 8, a Police Officer took a Megaphone from his car and said, "This is the Matsrakian State Security Bureau, for security reasons please put your hands on your head whilst exiting the Plane! And whilst Exiting the Plane, please Wave a White Flag or Something white!"

Meanwhile, more than 100 Policemen and Soldiers were pointing their arms towards the Plane and arround the Plane... Well 100+1 since a photograph was taking photos of the scene.

"Get the fuck out. Now." said Erichſen looking from the window.

"Or defy their orders. They aren't going to shoot us and risk angering the entire international community." said Hutters.

"With all due respect, Deputy Hutters, this is not the best idea." said Erichſen.

"Again, they are not going to shoot international visitors. No matter how much we annoy them. Get the flag." said Hutters.

The plane opened its door and lowered its stairs. Two FSA agents were the first to walk out, with concealed firearms and their hands at their sides. Then left Hutters with an aide by his side, waving a large revolutionary era Furbish flag with the words "LIBERTY EQUALITY FRATERNITY" written in Dutch. Hutters waved at the officers.

The Policeman then spoke with the Megaphone, "Terrorists... State your Demmands !"

Meanwhile, a Truck Full of Riflemen of the Landwehr Equiped with AK-74s and Manpads arrived on site, and shortly after the Photograph took the picture and called ITS's Director to inform that his job was done.

"What is Deputy Hutters' wife's number?" Erichſen asked.

Hutters turned back to the plane saying "Someone give this idiot our invitation!"

Trudeau handed it to an FSA agent and said "Are you sure this will be a good idea?"

"Are they really going to blow up a plane that clearly has our coat of arms and 'Furbish Air Force' and written in their own language?" Hutters said. "And don't fly Deputy Trudeau's flag." he said, giving the agent a pin with the revolutionary Furbish flag and a smaller flag to hold.

The agent walked down the stairs waving the flag while the other two drew their pistols. He walked towards the police officer with a megaphone, holding the invitation given by the Vostonian government in Boſton several weeks earlier.

The MSSB Officers looked confused (at least tried): they were told, officialy, that the FI Plane was hijacked, meanwhile the Rear-Echelon Group were dying of laughter over the Radio.

5 Minutes passed, and a Mi-8, Transport Helicopter landed near the Airplane, it was escorted by a Mil-28M Gunship Helicopter. ITS Superintendent Mikhail Cabanovich disembarked the Mi-8 whilst the Mil-28M Gunship remained in the air overseeing the scene.

"Greetings" The Superintendent Said, "When the ATC says to Tune frequency 765.99 mhz and Sqwak 111 it's to avoid something don't you think ?" he said with a serious tone.

"We would appreciate if you did not attempt to murder every Furbishman that set foot here for the last two and a half months!" Hutters shouted from the top of the stairs.

Immediately 7 Riflemen Pointed their AK-74, equiped with a Right-Side Red Laser Point, towards Hutters.

The Superintendent Shouted, "Who the Fuck are you !?"

The Photograph took a Picture of Hutters were we could see 7 red Points and their Laser Rays on his Forehead.

The Superintendent then said, "Ah yes... Your the Fat-Ill Inbred boy that keeps sending us Viagra, well guess fucking what mate ?!"

"We have more in the plane if you need it!" Hutters shouted.

"We have IQ enhancers Here! And Trust Me you need them! Now get the fuck down of the plane, they are waiting for your stupid ass at the Cathedral !" the Superintendent Shouted.

"Take some yourself before offering them to your betters." Hutters shouted. He turned back to the plane and said "Are you four seriously afraid of a country that uses laser pointers and has officials that can't watch their mouths?" Everyone in the plane laughed.

"If anything happens we are getting on the next flight out of here one way or another." said Erichſen after a long moment, "Even if it involves stowing away after taking public transit."

The five member Furbish delegation, with interpreters and FSA agents exited and boarded their limousines which were parked before the plane, and they headed off to the cathedral.

On the Highway towards the Cathedral, the motorcade encountered a Road-Block: 5 Unmarked Black MMW 520d Touring of the MSSB were blocking the Road.

3 MSSB Officers disembarked from their cars and walked towards the road-block to get passage. Suddenly 2 SU-75 Checkmate Prototypes perform a Fly By. One does a Barrel roll that could be seen by the whole motorcade. The Two Prototypes then make a left sharp turn and disappeared in the clouds.

The Motorcade is authorized to pass the MSSB Road-Block, they exited the highway by the exit no.7 and drove for 5 minutes towards a Train Station.

The whole Motorcade stops in front of the Train Station, we could read 'High Speed Train Station' wrote in Dutch on the Facade.

"These planes are a joke." said Trudeau as he looked through the window, and everyone laughed.

"Clearly compensating for something." said Hutters, "Next time we should have included penis enlargement pills in our box."

As the cars pulled by the train station, the delegation laughed again. "If only Richard was here to see this joke of a country." said Hutters.

"Quite an interesting looking cathedral." said the driver of the front car after rolling down the window.

"You'll see in a moment why we don't need your stupid industry, the last bit of the Journey will be in High Speed Train and next time I'll order personaly your arrest and execution" said Superintendent Cabanovich.

"Believed you repealed the death penalty?" the driver said.

Superintendent Cabanovich laughed and walked towards his car, whilst walking he said: "Take the Train or return to the joke of what is your Country, we don't care, waste your Monney on your stupid aircraft Carier instead of visiting us!".

He embarked in his car. Moments after the MSSB Cars left the scene. Seconds after this, the motorcade of the Greater Niagaran Delegation exited by the southern parking lot exit and drove by the Furbishmen at high speed.

We could ear a MNRC station broadcast in the distance, "Good Afternoon, it's 12h15 and thus the hour for a short trafic broadcast: a High Speed Train is about to depart from Yeltsine Station in 10 Minutes towards the City Center".

"Didn't even give us tickets?" said Hutters, opening the window from his seat to the driver. The driver shook his head.

"Even if this was a death trap, I do not like the thought of being stuck there and relying on their kindness to get us out." said Trudeau.

"Me neither." said Hutters, "We will check this out, if there aren't any first class seats available we are turning back immediately.". He opened and door and stood up, followed by an FSA agent.

"I have a feeling they are recording everything we are doing here." said Trudeau.

"Pray they do." said Hutters, "They can show the world themselves the clowns and warmongers they are."

Hutters and the FSA agent entered the station, then walked over to the train and entered, making their way to the first class section.

The Train was a CRH380A Hexie, manufactured by the Yue Xian Rail Corporation.

They entered in a First Class Wagoon, it was empty, only a Shadowy Matsrak was in it, siting in the last row.

Hutters and the FSA Agent sat down in the Wagoon and then train takes off, leaving the rest of the Delegation behind...

The Shadowy Man laughed and says, "Greetings Hutters..."

Hutters grabbed his phone and messaged the rest of the delegation. He put it down and said "Good afternoon. Who are you?"

Meanwhile outside the train...

"I warned him." said Trudeau over the encrypted radio of Hutters.

"I warned you too." said Erichſen from another car over a heavily encrypted radio connection, "You should all head back to the airport and tell Hutters to get out too."

"I'm going to the cathedral, we aren't leaving one of our men behind." said Trudeau, but the others agreed they will head back to the airport.

Trudeau with two FSA agents boarded the front car, headed to the cathedral, while the rest boarded the others and drove back to the airport.

"God rest your souls." said Erichſen.

back in the train...

"The Man That Can Flood the Furbish Black Market like no one ever did" the shadowy man said whilst laughing.

"You mean the Gendarmerie's budget?" said Hutters while laughing, recalling the amount of weapons confiscated in Furbish ports and airports.

"Do you know a certain, Sergeant Harreveld?" the Shadowy figure said.

"How would you know the name of a Boſton Gendarmerie sergeant with tasks that do not involve customs?" Hutters said.

The Train Stops at the next station and the Shadowy figure exits the Train whilst laughing, before he could respond to Hutters question.

The Train then proceeds towards the City Center Train Station.

Trudeau looked at his phone, seeing Hutters' and the train's location from his own phone. He suddenly got an SMS from Hutters. "Some idiot on this train claims to be able to flood the Furbish black market and asked me about Sergeant Harreveld."

Trudeau replied "I am headed with two FSA agents to the cathedral. We are leaving."

"You should have left with them." replied Hutters.

Then the trains arrives at the Amsterdam Central Train Station... the train was at quay... The Premier of the UNK, Leo Makarov, then enters in the Train with 7 KGB Agents. "Why would you leave, Herr Hutters ?" Premier Leo Makarov Aksed whilst sitting down.

"We wouldn't if you stopped attempting to murder every Furbishman who sets foot in your country." said Hutters.

The Premier Laughed, "We didn't attempted murdering you... It's always more funnier when we clown someone than being clowned... Isn't it ?" he said.

Being an experienced politician, Hutters did not show any sign of the anger that rushed through him, instead responding calmly "Deputy Trudeau has more Viagra and extra small condoms for you in his car."

"With the Pictures of your shlong on the internet... It seems that they are more appropriate to you Herr Hutters" he said whilst laughing.

"I beg to differ." said Hutters, now attempting to hold back laughter at the knowledge that Vostonian leaders watch deepfaked porn on the internet. He stood up and made his way towards the exit, followed by the FSA agent.

The 7 KGB Agents blocks the Exit. Hutters and the FSA remained blocked in the Wagon.

"In fact we created those videos Herr Hutters" the Premier Said.(modifié)

However, the 7 KGB Agents blocks the Exit. Hutters and the FSA remained blocked in the Wagon. "In fact we created those videos Herr Hutters" the Premier Said.

"Getting murdered on a high speed train, name a more Vosto-Furbish way to die." thought Hutters.

At that comment, Hutters broke into a small sweat trying to hold his laughter and the FSA agent cracked a small smile. They looked at each other, knowing what they were thinking, less afraid of being kidnapped but instead processing what they just heard, that the Vostonian government spends money making pornography of foreign leaders.

"Glad the Furbish embassy here sits empty and I never repealed the no travel advisory." thought Hutters.

"When you have a Troll Army at your disposal, it's never gets unattractive and costly..." he said whilst going towards the exit, "We shall have a walk now, the Grand Duke and the Logarian Delegation is waiting" he said whilst exiting the Wagoon.

The Whole Station was filled with MSSB and KGB Spetsnaz operatives, no one could exit neither enter.

Hutters followed along with his agent, looking carefully at his phone.

The Group walked outside the station and joined the Logarian and Niagaran Delegation in the presidential Tribune, Hutters was joined by the rest of his Delegation, assisting to the Militray Parade they were...

10 Minutes in, after a final argument, the FI Delegation left the Tribune: everyone were insulting the Delegation.

The Delegation enters in their cars and heads back to the airport, along the way Riot Police Struggled to maintain Order alongside the Highways and roads. They arrived at the airport where the delegation board the plane. The transport and the cargo plane take off immediately, headed to the Dodo Republic for a meeting tomorrow.

But this part of History shall be written... In a near Futur...

To be continued...

[Furbish Islands]

Watford, Boſton
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Eveniŋ, Wedneſday, 15 September 2021

On the outskirts of the city stood several small suburbs. These houses were large by Furbish standards, though small by those of other countries. Most streets were thin, being able to park cars on one lane and two to drive. Unlike in many countries, suburbs were typically the homes of poorer residents, who could not afford increasing rent of apartment blocks in the city center, which increased despite the city’s attempts to construct more housing. These towns were still well connected by the city transit network, with buses and trams taking them to the nearest suburban train station if not directly to the city center. Like many of these towns, Watford started off as a small town before being consolidated into Boſton, being merged into the borough of Watford with other towns nearby.

Traveling along one of the smaller roads was a Gendarmerie SUV. Large vehicles like this one were not usually used in cities, unless they carried large cargo.

“Hear some beeping from the back.” said the driver.

“Not my phone going off.” said the gendarme in the passenger seat, “and not my radio.” he said as he checked it. “Wait, stop.” he said.

The driver pulled into one of the parking lanes, and the passenger exited, opening the trunk. “Our machine detected chemicals.” he said.

“What?” the driver said.

“Some nerve gas. One that only Dunferm uses.”

“Nerve gas in fucking Watford?”

“Did you hear about the park they cordoned off because a lot of people got sick? And that Dunfermian died?”

“The park is all the way– holy shit.” said the driver, eyes widening. He quickly took his radio. “This is car 12, we’ve just detected Novice nerve gas a substantial distance away from that park in Watford.”

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Furbiſh Government Tranſport Jet
Voſtonian Airſpace
Afternoon, Wedneſday, 15 September 2021

“Insulting us as we left, I was wrong about them sucking up to us.” said Hutters as the plane took off, while he rolled up his sleeve and took out a microphone, “Two can play this game.”

Everyone in the plane laughed. At the same time, the FSA agents took off their dark sunglasses, taking out cameras and microphones rigged inside them before putting the sunglasses back on. Another agent waved an x-ray wand over all people to make sure no one had a hidden microphone given.

“Let’s replay my second favorite part.” said Hutters, rewinding his microphone to a part when the premier said “It’s always more funnier when we clown someone than being clowned… Isn’t it?”

“Let’s show them how funny blockading their embassy is.” said Trudeau, “What’s your favorite by the way?”

“Glad we didn’t remove our travel warning.” said Hutters, “When we land we will kick out the Vostonian embassy and ban their government officials from entry. There is nothing they are able to do about it.”. Hutters then added “Oh, and my favorite part of that recording was when that premier admitted his government has a troll army making pornography featuring us.”, causing the entire plane to erupt in laughter.

“Hope that duke is happy.” said Trudeau sarcastically. He took one of the wooden boxes which was planned to be given to the grand duke, full of Furbish chocolates, and grabbed several.

“Give Yuri that box and leave the Viagra behind.” said Hutters, “Dodo Republic will be a useful friend when UKN responds. Alert the rest of PEE what just happened, we have video evidence of it.”

“Notify PEE now.” said Iſamaan, who usually stays silent during meetings like every stadtholder, “This is important, and let them know we plan sanctions.”

“Will be written now.” said Hutters, taking out his laptop.

“Dodoian ATC won’t mind if we’re a couple hours early, right?” Trudeau shouted to the pilots.

To ðe Governments of ðe Protective-Economic Entente:

Good eveniŋ Your Excellencies,

Today our delegation was ſuppoſed to viſit ðe coronation of ðe grand duke of Mastrakia. Inſtead, after beiŋ ſent to an airport uſed by budget airlines, our planes were ſurrounded by armed men ƿo demanded we walk wiþ our hands above our heads and wave a ƿite flag, ðen referred to our delegation as “terroriſts”. I myſelf ðen had ſeven laſer pointers from ſniper rifles on me. An ISB ſuperintendent ſoon arrived, to call myſelf an “inbred fat-ill boy” and ſaid our delegation needed IQ enhancers. Ðey ſent us on a train, ƿich took off wiþ only myſelf and an FSA agent onboard. Ƿen it arrived at its deſtination, KGB agents blocked off ðe exit, and ðe premier ðen ſaid his government creates pornography of world leaders, ðen referred to all of ðis as “clowniŋ” equivalent to ðeir viſit two weeks before, as if þreateniŋ world leaders wiþ armed men is in any way equivalent to ƿat Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands has done. Attached to ðis letter are recordiŋs of ðe events from cameras and microphones rigged on ðe sunglaſſes of FSA agents.

All of ðis is nothiŋ leſs ðan an attack on Furbiſh ſovereignty. Ƿen our delegation returns to Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands, ðe Kaguan embaſſy will be expelled and heavy economic ſanctions will be levied againſt ðe United Kaguan Nations and allies. We ſtroŋly urge all PEE members to take ſimilar actions.

Floris Hutters, Deputy Prime Miniſter of Foreign Affairs of Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands

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Foreign Affairs Miniſtry Buildiŋ, Capital Diſtrict
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Morniŋ, Friday, 17 September 2021

“Hello Heinz.” said Floris Hutters as he stepped inside his foreign affairs office to a 19 year old aide, Heinz Lodewijk, a political science and international relations university student interning for Hutters for the semester. Hutters took a sip of his coffee.

“Good morning Floris.” said Lodewijk.

“Are you working on anything important?” asked Hutters.

“Not important, just–” began Lodewijk.

“Meet me at my office.” said Hutters.

Those words were usually not a good thing to hear from a superior, but Lodewijk knew the tone. Hutters was planning something. He followed Hutters to his office.

…

The truck sounded its siren, and the driver of a car beside it knew he was being pulled over. He drove off to the side, and the truck stopped beside it. Taking a look at the truck caused a wave of stress to rush through the driver. It was an armored truck, painted dark blue with yellow and red stripes across the middle with “GENDARMERIE” written above it and the coat of arms next to it. This truck was one of several made by Furbish contractors for the Gendarmerie. Armored trucks were a rare sight, especially in urban areas where the Gendarmerie preferred much smaller cars which could fit in city streets. Trucks in city streets were not a good sign because of it, though they still get large amounts of onlookers.

The truck driver rolled down the window. “Good morning, how are you?” she said.

“I am good, how are you?” said the driver of the smaller car.

“Good.” said the truck driver, “This is a one way street.”

“Oh, I am sorry about that.” said the man in the smaller car, turning slightly red as he noticed the one way arrows.

“You may want to check out your taillight and update your registration.”

“Did not realize that needed repairs. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Have a good day!”. Both drivers waved and the car turned and drove away, while the truck remained in the lane.

“Kaguan embassy is around the corner. Now waiting for Deputy Hutters’ signal.” said Lucia Harreveld said as she rolled up the window.

“You were right to not accept their invitation.” said William Erichſen. He held his phone showing the picture of Hutters standing on top of a staircase, waving to a group of soldiers pointing guns at him, while next to him an aide waved a giant revolutionary Furbish flag. “These were uploaded on RT not long after we took off.”

“This man is insane. I have lots of respect for him.” said Harreveld.

“He’s never going down without a fight, and probably thought of at least seventy different ways he’s about to humiliate the embassy and consular staff as they leave.” said Erichſen. He swiped on his phone to show another picture with Hutters smiling and waving as seven laser pointers are shown at him.

“They have laser pointers?!” said Harreveld as she burst out laughing.

“You haven’t seen these pictures before? They’ve been all over Furbish media where RT seemed to not realize they’re having the opposite effect on the rest of the world. Hell, Hutters himself posted them.”

“Not surprised. They’re definitely going to be on the next LU campaign posters.”

…

Hutters sat down at his desk, laying out his briefcase, and taking out two framed photographs going viral across the world.

“Were you not afraid of being shot during either of them?” Lodewijk asked.

“I look at it this way.” said Hutters, “Chances are they were not going to murder us and cause international outrage. But if they seriously planned to, the way we acted wasn’t going to stop them. Better to put up a fight. This was not all of course.”

“Did they threaten you more?” said Lodewijk.

“Yes, they did.” said Hutters, taking out two small recording devices, “I slipped a device in my sleeve and recorded everything. These aren’t the ones, just copied my favorite parts from this.”. He played both, one at a time, the first recording a conversation he had with an ISB superintendent from the top of his plane, and the second with a conversation on the train, where the Kaguans called what they did clowning then admitted to having an army making pornography. Lodewijk could not help but laugh, and so did Hutters. He said “I’ve listened this so many times the last few days and it still gets me every time.”

“Have others seen these yet?”

“Not yet, and there is plenty of more dirt on them that is being sent to the media. However, I brought you here and showed you all of this because I have an important mission for you. This will likely sound strange but bear with me. The cabinet agreed their entire diplomatic staff will be expelled and government declared personnae non grata.”

“Do I need to write up the forms?”

“No. Well sort of.” Hutters laughed, “You will write the letter announcing their expulsion and give them exactly 24 hours to leave, but leave the diplomatic courtesy. Curse them out as much as you can in that letter.”

“Are you serious?” asked Lodewijk, who looked more confused.

“Yes I am serious. This is not a test or anything. After nearly murdering me then saying it is equivalent to everything else I’ve done they deserve nothing less.”

“And when will this be done?”

Hutters looked at the clock. “By noon your letter should be finished.” he said, “Then use my phone to call the ambassador and demand an explanation for the events two days ago, and act courteous in that call. However it is resolved, send that letter and tell them to check their email as it is done. The Gendarmerie is already near their embassy and consulates and will show up on my signal.”

“Okay. I can do all of that.” said Lodewijk, cracking a small smile.

“I am glad I can count on you, Heinz.” said Hutters, “Oh and don’t use your real name, something random like Arnold Kutz in case they try to track you down.”

…

The phone of the Vostonian embassy in Boſton rang. The caller is the phone from the foreign affairs minister’s office.

The phone call took some time to be answered, since the 15th of September, the Government issued Order 567-44 ordering that all documents to be transferred back to the Country or be destroyed.

Thirty seconds after the start, ambassador Jën Markt responded.

“This is the ambassador of The United Nations, state your identity” he said.

“Hello, this is Arnold Kutz calling from the Miniſtry of Foreign Affairs.” said a young man's voice, “May I ask for an explanation as to what happened on the Furbish visit two your country two days ago?”

“A Official inquiry has been demanded to determine the Sanctions to take on the MSSB’s misbehavior, however the Civil Transportation Bureau inquiry says that your transports did not comply with the frequency change issued by the ATC and thus the local ATC declared your plane as hijacked.” the ambassador said with a Strong accent.

“Bullshit.” Hutters muttered, “They’ve told us nothing about a change.”

“We never received word of the frequency change, but I am sure this was not the cause of an ISB superintendent cursing at our delegation or your premier having seven agents prevent the foreign affairs minister from leaving the train for some time.” said Lodewijk, “And your premier laughed at all of this?”

“The ITS, not the ISB sir… Now listen up because I’m going to only say it one time” the ambassador said, “An Official and Neutral Inquiry has been demanded by the Premier Himself.”

“From the encounter on the train the premier seems to have thought this was hilarious, and has yet to give a formal apology after two days.” said Lodewijk.

“We have no comments to do on this.” Markt said with a serious tone.

“He’s lying. End the call and send the mail.” said Hutters.

“Very well then. Thank you for your time, and please check your email.” said Lodewijk before hanging up. On that order, he went to Hutters’ computer and pressed the enter button. Hutters pressed the enter button on his phone, sending an SMS to several Gendarmerie trucks.

The following email was sent to the embassy and consulates:

Hey ſhitheads

After attemptiŋ to fuckiŋ murder our eſteemed government on þree ſeparate occaſions you bitches in and affiliated wiþ ðe circus ðat is ðe government of your ſhithole country have been declared pesonnae non grata. All aſſhats operating excuſes of embaſſies and conſulates have 24 hours to get ðe fuck out of our country and go fuck ðemſelves.

:middle_finger::sunglasses:
Arnold Kutz, Miniſtry of Foreign Affairs

Attached to this letter was a two hundred guilder OnlyFans gift card and codes for subscriptions to numerous porn sites, some of which only have gay porn. At the same time, armored Gendarmerie trucks appeared out of nowhere in front of all embassies and consulates.

“We already did, you shitty Wuss” said Markt. He hanged the phone 5 seconds after that.

Fifteen minutes after, the lights were shut down for the last time and a 15 Car and truck strong Motorcade exited the Embassy towards the airport where military Transports where waiting them. This evacuation effort already commenced on the 15th. Seeing the motorcade leave the embassy, the driver of the truck and the passenger gave them the finger.

…

In a secret ITS base, somewhere in the Urals Mountains, ITS Director Van De Kigen was in her office, when a KGB Envoy entered her office. The two had a cordial discussion, but then the ‘ Boſton Papers’ question was brought.

Van De Kigen took a deep breath and responded, “We have an ultimate card to play… A Poker Match never ends like this… No one insults us without consequences.”

As she said that, she put on her table a photo of Hutters and a file named ‘Operation Final Judgment’

[Logar]

---

   The light wind gently pushed the window's curtains, the breeze was very much enjoyed by Marcus as he appreciated the view of his small apartment to the beach. He did not come from an ancient, wealthy house, clan, or business family of Logar, instead he came from a subtle small family of the Empire's middle class. As he listened to a sad-natured Logarian popular music song named Train of Dawn, he smoked his near-ending budget cigarette which he lit with his $1 lighter, while leaning on his window to the beach. At his side, there was a small table which held a bunch of empty beer bottles.
   — When will this nightmare end? — He asked himself, almost crying, upon smoking the final tobacco of his cigarette, throwing it away after extinguishing the ember.
   Staggering, he went to the encounter of his bed, turning the light off as he laid down to rest. When?, he thought to himself, making such question again. When he looked to the wall clock, he noticed: It was 1:34 AM, far past the time he had to take his dysthymia medicine, 10:30 PM. As he reached the pill box on his bedside table, he then seated on his bed and walked towards the beer bottles near the windows and grabbed one he hadn't opened and went back to his bed. He again sunk in thoughts, I have all the instruments to end this... Why should this continue?; The young man suddenly took all the pills and drank of the beer out of the bottle, and went to sleep. Eternally.

---

[Dunferm]

Ministry of Foreign Affairs

18.IX.2021 A.D.

A note to the Government of the United Nations of Kaga

His Majesty wishes to inform the following to the Government of the United Nations of Kaga,

On May 15 of this year, the delegation of the government officials of the United Provinces and Territories of the Furbish Islands was received by the United Nations of Kaga with nothing but abuse, maltreatment, derision, defamation, and violation of the international law concerning the diplomatic immunity. His Majesty, His ministers, and the Legislative Diet denounce this treatment not only as violation of international law and good faith between the governments, but also as the violation of the sacred duty of hospitality.

His Majesty wishes to remind the Government of the United Nations of Kaga that on the agreement signed between the Crown and the predecessor state of the United Nations of Kaga on 26th July 2021, the Dunfermian side expressed its desire to respect sovereignty of Kaga in return for the promise of the same to avoid inciting conflict with other nations. However, the Government of the United Nations of Kaga and its predecessors have breached the terms of the said agreement, and repeatedly threatened all other nations with war and conflict, which have violated the trust and faith of the entire nation that was laid upon the leaders and governors of Kaga, and thus the recent visit by the officials of the Furbish Islands is a definite and explicit statement that the Government of the United Nations of Kaga is not interested in preserving peace and the equality between nations of the world.

Furthermore, the recent embargo of Dunfermian goods in the United Nations of Kaga is unequivocal neglect of the so-called elected Government to its citizenry, as the 500 million souls are forbidden to access quality healthcare, imported provisions, and housing, leaving them exposed to disease, food insecurity, and lack of shelter.

As such, with great disappointment, His Majesty wishes to inform that henceforth all diplomatic ties between the Crown of Dunferm and the Government of the United Nations of Kaga are severed.

Additionally, the following measures have been taken by ministers on the highest commission:

I. The Chief of State, Premier, Federal Ministers, senior civil servants, provincial executives, members of the Duma, generals, managers and stock-holders of the Kagaian military industrial complex, are declared persona non grata within the boundaries of the Kingdom of Dunferm.
II. All private property of the aforementioned persons are confiscated by the Crown.

[Attancia]

17th of September 2021

A letter is sent to respond to the Furbish.

To Floris Hutters and the government of The Furbish Islands,

Your Excellencies,

It is disgusting that any government should have the unworthy self-created pomp and heraldry to affront another nation in such a way, least not the Vostoians. As obscene as the government manufactured pornography is, I must concede that I have watched it myself and it is most unsatisfactory. For that failure alone we must surely take action; how could any government produce such low-quality media of any sort?

Attancia is a PEE state. Your suggested actions will be put into place effective immediate. The Vostoian diplomats have been expelled and the embassy is being repurposed as an Eastern Orthodox church. Further economic sanctions will be applied: the Attancian government will place heavy tariffs on Vostoian oil and gas, and we shall review certain companies for ties to the government. Those that do shall have embargoes placed upon them.

In addition, our diplomats left the country several days ago. There will not be a hostage situation.

With regards,
Valerius Miele, Minister of Foreign Affairs,
The Attancian Government

A few days previously, the Attancian ambassadors in the UNK packed up and left in a private Attancian jet escorted by two Eurofighters. The sanctions threatened by the letter are now effective.

[Furbish Islands]

████████████████████, ███████
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
███████, Friday, 19 September 2021

Agent ███████ from the Furbish Secret Service pressed the button. She immediately heard the elevator being pulled up, coming to a stop after a long moment, and the door opened. She stepped inside and the door closed. She tapped her ID on a scanner, then tapped her finger on a fingerprint scanner, then looked towards an iris scanner, then entered a password, until being able to press a button to go to her floor. The pulleys screeched again as the elevator slowly lowered, deep underground into the complex, the existence of which was not well known, nevermind its location or the scope of its operations. To all but a handful officials this area was one of many stretches of jungle the public is not allowed to set foot into, officially because it is a nature reserve.

Deep underground, the elevator finally reached a full stop, opening its doors for Agent ███████ before closing almost immediately. There, Agent ███████ faced a maze of concrete corridors. She stepped out, walking the path she was told to walk through the unmarked corridors. A rush of hot air hit her as she took a few steps, and her steps echoed through the corridors, but few were there to hear them. The lights turned on as Agent ███████ walked before them. Eventually, she reached the room she was told to be at, another unmarked door inside the long corridor except for a single scanner where she tapped her ID and finger again. The door opened, briefly, giving her just enough time to step inside.

“Good ███████, Agent ███████.” said the voice of a man, who was the only other person inside this room.”

“Good ███████.” said Agent ███████.

“I am glad you were able to make it here safely. We have a new mission for you, already talked with █████ other agents and plan to speak with ████████ more.”. said the man. He motioned to a giant folder on the table, which he opened, showing a small picture of the premier of the United Kaguan Nations.

After reading through the small briefing, Agent ███████ nodded and said “Yes sir.”

---

Boſton
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Eveniŋ, Sunday, 19 September 2021

Ivan Maslica began his show with the news of Philip Le Sueur, who was found dead in Watford park in a late Friday afternoon. The park was cordoned off soon after, as any person who entered got sick. Novice nerve gas was later discovered, a nerve agent used only by Dunferm, which drew a strong condemnation from the Furbish government. This would have been the largest news in The Furbish Islands if not for a disastrous visit that happened the same day.

“For our main story tonight is the recent events concerning the United Kaguan Nations.” began Maslica, “The country that brought you borscht, ushankas, and sex tapes of every Furbishman who’s ever appeared on the news.”. The studio audience laughed as a picture of a sex tape of Maslica was shown. “Yes, this is from one they made of me.” he said, “which you can tell is fake because that guy is a lot better than I am.”. The audience laughed harder.

“On Monday the 23rd of August, two Kaguan officials landed for a visit.” said Maslica, and then the image of the officials on budget airline stairs was shown as the audience laughed, “No, this image is not fake, they were actually given those stairs. After that they were allegedly escorted by a Gendarmerie sergeant pulled from Boſton only half an hour before, then led through the airport including through customs, before being connected to their motorcade which was diverted to a completely different airport, reportedly by accident. They were then lead through narrow streets and into mixed traffic, and lead by gendarmes on horseback until they were greeted by the Furbish government, who arrived by public transport. After the meeting they were allegedly given an OnlyFans gift card and then forced to wait for hours at the airport because air traffic control simply forgot about them, according to them.”

“The Furbish delegation was still invited to the coronation of the grand duke of Mastrakia, who looks like the unholy cross between a pig and Pope Ulysses.” continued Maslica, as he displayed their pictures as the audience laughed.

“This happened last Wednesday, which took a much different turn. Upon landing, the transport jet was surrounded by soldiers who called them terrorists and demanded they surrender. Floris Hutters, voted the most fuckable man in The Furbish Islands by New Maasland Life magazine, left with an aide flying a revolutionary flag. This picture was shared widely over RT,” Maslica said, showing that picture, “and so was this one, where Hutters smiled as if he did not have a hundred guns pointed at him.”, and the other picture was shownn and as the audience laughed Maslica said, “Yes, apparently they are undeveloped enough to use laser pointers.”

“Now the following are videos taken from cameras rigged on the glasses of FSA agents, released by FBC two days later.” said Maslica, then the video played of the exchange between Hutters and the ITS agent, the studio audience laughing hard again, and so did Maslica. When it ended he continued, “Damn, Hutters must have a fucking death wish if he’s willing to insult that guy as guns are pointed at him. Although judging by the face of that ITS superintendent he has bigger problems to worry about than just his IQ. He clearly had the same barber I did.”. An old picture of Maslica was shown and the audience laughed again.

“Now here is another video from a train.” said Maslica, showing the exchange between Hutters and the premier, until continuing, “Now this may actually be the funniest joke on our show and we did not even fucking write that. Besides the premier who looks like what would happen if former Dodoian president Waldoon fucked a potato that was grown at a nuclear reactor, if I had known by tax dollars were going to making porn of politicians I would start a riot. Unless it is Victor Yuri. Step on my throat, Victor Yuri, you rudely large man. Break my fingers you broody mountain.”. Picture of him were shown as the audience laughed. Maslica already shared many masochistic fantasies involving Yuri on the show.

“Anyway, this ended with most of the cars turning back except for one with Arthur Trudeau inside to rescue Hutters. Now if that wasn’t loyalty I don’t know what is. Most of my friends would abandon me if we went camping and heard a growl, but Trudeau said ‘Yes I know we’ve just been sent to a death trap but I will rescue my rival from this’. Of course, the Vostonian response was far from same.” said Maslica, as he played the video of the Furbishmen being insulted as they left “Holy shit, I do not like Trudeau or Hutters either, but that is just a whole new level of immaturity. This is not even acceptable in a kindergarten classroom when a kid walks out of class, nevermind on the world stage. After leaving early, they ended up spending the night in their plane landed at Fort Valkyrie Air Force Base. After returning Friday, the Vostonian ambassador was officially expelled and left promptly. Reportedly he was given OnlyFans gift cards and subscriptions to gay porn sites in the letter. The foreign affairs ministry seems to devote half its budget to porn sites and sex shops just to insult world leaders.” Maslica said as the audience continued laughing.

“But as the ambassador was leaving, an armored Gendarmerie truck was present.” said Maslica, as he showed a video of the Gendarmerie truck where the driver pointed two middle fingers at the ambassador’s motorcade, “Just look at that driver flipping him off, she looks like her boss just quit his job and she never has to deal with him again, and this is what half the people who work for me wish they can do to their boss.”

“Afterwards a letter was sent to four PEE governments, Dunferm, Fluvannia, Hrvada, and The Furbish Islands, excluding Attancia and Logar, which was released by the FBC. It called us ‘racial supremacists’ and ‘autocratic powers’. Oh come on, you called us autocratic while ignoring the actual autocratic regime in the alliance.”. The audience laughed as the flag of Logar was displayed.

“Of course, The Furbish Islands is not an autocratic regime, which you can easily tell because I got away with all of this.”. Videos then played of Maslica insulting various politicians over the last seven seasons his show ran, including many former and current prominent politicians.

“He started it with saying with accusing us as viewing the UNK as ‘dogs’ and ‘unequal’, although you really are not helping your image with these insults. Hell, you’ve just turned yourself into a bigger joke, judging by reactions from the public.”. The audience laughed harder as a montage was played of Maslica walking around the streets of Boſton, asking random people about their thoughts on the UNK and that letter.

“United Nations of Kagu? Oh, that’s what that shithole called themselves now. Surprised they didn’t fall apart after constant wars.” said one person.

“Floris Hutters needs to thank them. I do not like the Liberal Union but if that picture is used in their campaign posters Hutters had my vote.” said another person.

“They really think they can take us on? I’d love to see those incompetent orangutans try.” said a person while laughing.

“Why should we give a shit? What are they going to do, bomb us to the ground from the opposite end of the planet?” someone asked.

“And this is representative of all we’ve seen.” said Maslica as the audience laughed.

“The premier then called PEE’s attitude towards the Dodo Republic ‘repugnant and immoral’.” Maslica paused as a picture of Trudeau shaking hands with Yuri was shown and the audience laughed, “Coming from the ones that repeatedly violated the DR’s sovereignty. Now this is an example of ‘Pan-Kaguism’, a belief held by the current ruling party, which believes that the UNK is the government and protector of all nations in Kagu, from the ones which were forcefully unified, twice, to the independent countries of Attancia, the Dodo Republic, and East Estovakia. UNK has repeatedly encroached on the sovereignty of all three of those countries, then wondering why two of them are seeking closer ties with The Furbish Islands. East Estovakia, of course broke from the USSRK and is on the brink of a civil war, meanwhile Attancia and the Dodo Republic have remained independent from mainland Kagu for its entire history. ‘Pan-Kaguism’ really is nothing more than imperialism. This is like saying that I can fuck a donkey because it lives in my neighbor’s house.”. A picture was then shown of a donkey sitting on top of the premier, and the audience laughed again.

“Now most importantly, this letter involved passing sweeping sanctions over the four governments mentioned. In response, the National Assembly introduced a bill that would declare an all out embargo over the UNK, and giving one week for their allies, the Antarctic Circle State and Greater Niagara, to cut all ties with the UNK or face a Furbish embargo. Then on Saturday, the Gendarmerie’s Special Operations Force stormed the now abandoned Vostonian embassy during an exercise, just after flying rags where the Vostonian flags flew, and broadcast this over FBC.”, some clips of the raid were shown, including the rags and gendarmes breaking through the door, then Maslica said “The embassy currently is planned to be demolished and turned into affordable housing units.”

“The government’s use of media did not end there. That letter I mentioned was released publicly with corrections for all of the premier’s grammar mistakes. Now just imagine being corrected in your Fluvan by Floris fucking Hutters.”, said Maslica, and as the audience laughed he said in a Dutch accent “‘I can barely speak your language but I know that here you misspelled the word resources and here you were supposed to use we not us’.”

“Also on Saturday the cabinet and shadow cabinet visited a Great War memorial, where the Furbish army defeated the Vostonians.” said Maslica, showing images from the visit, “Now following their actions, Attancia and Dunferm were the first to stand by The Furbish Islands. However, Logar remained silent, which is concerning considering their ties with the UNK, which puts then in direct violation of several parts of the CBT.”

“Earlier today, as the UNK announced the commissioning of a new aircraft carrier, and a new defense minister who no joke, is only 1.65 meters tall, making him the least intimidating admiral.” Maslica said, showing a picture of an exaggurated short Putin standing in front of Trudeau and Hutters, then continued after the audience finished laughing, “Anyway, he said the cold war never ended, only evolved.”

“On the same day the cabinet and shadow cabinet visited Air Force, Army, and Navy bases, inspecting soldiers and ships with commanders.” said Maslica, showing pictures from the visits “But the relaxed nature of these visits, which included a football game on the decks of the FNS Nieuwe Maasland, overlooked by the FNS Dandeneau and FNS Kitſon, two ships named after Great War generals, reflects the General Furbish attitude to the UNK, and the fact that they’re a fucking joke.”. The audience began to laugh more, and Maslica continued, “They have dealt with constant rebellions for decades, and now while threatening their neighbors still cannot invade two small island countries on their doorstep. Hell, they are even unable to invade their neighbor to the east. Now all of this I just said will definitely get me in serious trouble with them, but why should I care? From their responses and social media posts you can tell the only thing they are able to do is call us baboons and fake low quality sex tapes.”. The audience laughed harder over these comments.

“Some have reported Furbish trolls made their own sex tapes of Vostonian officials, and in all of them Vostonian officials have erectile dysfunction.” said Maslica, displaying the headlines from some newspapers and platforms. “Now just for a moment, spare a thought for the journalists who had to look through these sex tapes to confirm this. Not what they signed up for.” he continued, and the audience laughed harder, and Maslica said “But I’ve decided to help them out a little. We have bought ten thousand guilders worth of Viagra and extra small condoms, shipped to an address in the Antarctic Circle State via Attancia. From there, we had someone send them to the residences of several Vostonian government officials, and according to the courier they have arrived just now!”

The order trackers were then displayed and the audience burst out laughing harder. Maslica said “Now when another sex tape of me appears you know where it came from. I’ve been Ivan Maslica, that’s our show, thank you for watching, see you next week and have a great night!”

[Logar]

⠀The crowd was very well positioned in front of the Honor Square, guarded by the local policemen, undercover Korai agents, the Imperial Royal Guard and some Army soldiers. Four black cars scouted by countless police motorcycles and at least four Army humvees emerged in direction of the square, and when they positioned themselves who they carried was finally revealed as they left the vehicles: Prince Regent Edward, the Courtmaster, Michael Veers, the mayor of the City of Villanova, the President of the Province of Villanova, and, finally, the Emperor of Logar, the young Adrian, which was the reason of a multitude of applause and noise as the people urged to see him.
⠀The reason such important officials were gathered their was simple though extraordinarily important. The government had ready for two years a bronze statue of now deceased Emperor August IV, that was to be uncovered by his only son, and now his successor, in the presence of his living brother, Adrian's uncle, Prince Edward, Duke of Highwaters. In the presence of two crimson-robed imperial royal guards, the Emperor finally begun:
⠀— Today, my loyal and loving friends, we gather here to remind, everyone, each country in this planet, each government, that we remember. And that's why I am here, now, with you, in this extraordinary moment, to uncover this statue, of someone who left this ground not so long ago, but is always within our memories.
⠀As the Emperor walks, with his uncle, closer to the dark red cloth with gold and black details that covered the statue, the crowd awaited in silence while cameras flashed and clicked from the public and the press. Both stayed there for a moment so that people could take their pictures of this occasion before it was uncovered.
⠀Suddenly, when "it was time", Adrian gazed to Edward, who confirmed with his head. The Emperor positioned his now ungloved hands on the cloth, and, synchronized with his uncle, revealed the statue: A magnificent work of Emperor August IV. The public loudly applauded and screamed, some chanting "Glory to Logar", and even solely "Logar", as both Edward and Adrian hugged.
⠀— He was a great man, Adrian. — Edward said to his nephew's ear. — And I am willing to keep his honor.
⠀— I know, Uncle. — Adrian answered. — And thank you.
⠀The public enjoyed several, free things from the government, from Logarian flag lapel pins, little flags to hold on a metal thin rod, to even food and commemorative coins offered only there. The event, broadcasted to all of Logar, had the rare presence of the Emperor, who was still in the Idenburg manor undergoing "treatment", regaining conscience through and through as he was secretly informed of world events by the Korai. As the event ended and the government officials departed, the Monument Guard then alerted the local crowd "it was time to go", there was simple much people to handle by themselves, having therefore the help of the present, still-undercover Korai agents, the Imperial Royal Guard and the small military unit there alongside the province police.

[Logar]

   Emperor Adrian and Prince Regent Edward together with some of government and military officials ran through the building's halls towards the Planning Room where they ought to make their paperwork on the Logarian Imperial Government's thorium energy research. About three billion Logarian Leis had been approved by the States-General as research budget, which was going to have dozens of government, civilian, and military institutes working in synchronization. The Imperial Thorium Central Command, or ITCC, founded by the government, will be the center, and organizer, of research operations, as a nexus to all. As they sit at the great black wooden round table, Emperor Adrian can be noticed to be apprehensive, no one is sure about what exactly, while the Prince Regent attentively sat to the side of his nephew.
   “The word is yours, Dr. Klein,” said Edward as Albert Klein got up.
   “Thank you, Your Imperial Highness. Your Imperial Majesty, I am honored,” the doctor said looking at Adrian, who affirmed with his head, “today is a great day for us. The day we put our heavy effort into something big, that will change the way mankind has seen thorium, on a national scale.”
   Everyone there briefly applauded.
   “Tremendously bold,” reiterated the doctor, “the States-General approved a three billion Logarian Leis for this huge project. Many, many companies and institutes of several fonts, such as from the military and civilian organizations, are already in the list, and the Imperial Thorium Central Command, headquartered here, in this building, will be the nexus of them all, for maximum research efficiency and, d'accord to His Imperial Majesty's will, I am going to be the Director of the ITCC.”
   “It is important to say that each organization will have a say in the decisions, having to elect one of their high-ranking officials a vice-director in the ITCC,” said the Emperor as everyone there agreed.
   “Are the Furbish gonna participate in it?” asked General Osmond Holden.
   “I hope not,” quickly answered Edward in a voice of mocking as they laughed loudly except for Emperor Adrian who simply chose to smile.
   “I can't take this decision alone,” joked Adrian.
   “We’re willing to help you, Your Majesty,” said a laughing Minister of Power and Mines.
   “Carry on, doctor, please,” Adrian says to Klein.
   “Very well,” said the doctor, cleaning his glasses with his suit jacket, “the ITCC has still to be publicly announced prior to the 30th of this month, when we plan to start the engines at all steam ahead. Organizations were already contacted and two thirds of them are ready to act this month, the rest will be ready in the following month, this shouldn’t delay the process too much.”
   “Very good, Doctor,” said Adrian while looking at some papers and then at Klein, “tell me about this Magma Corp., please.”
   “Yes, My Emperor; Magma Corp. is an energy industry corporation which will be the private sector flagship in this endeavor. As you know, they provide, and own, several of our energy generation stations scattered through Logar and other countries, such as the Higuna Hydroelectric Station.”
   The Emperor quickly looked at his watch, then reached for a little pill box in his pocket and from there took a single pill with the assistance of his nearby cup of water.
   “Are they trustful?” asked Prince Regent Edward.
   “Yes. They are, Your Imperial Highness,” said Klein.
   “The Korai shall investigate further more,” said director-in-exercise Philip.
   Emperor Adrian and Prince Edward both agreed.
   “Now, Your Imperial Majesty, our research network,” said Klein to Adrian, “the research organizations will be connected by the ITCC Net, which will cover the entire continental Logar and islands, keeping the researchers in constant touch with the headquarters so that operations can be maintained and organized by the agency.”
   “Naturally, the Ministry of Power and Mines will be responsible for the Imperial Thorium Central Command,” explained the minister, “we’ll make sure the system is up to date.”
   “The Army Energy Institution will be the top organization of the Army regarding this,” said General Richard Morris to Emperor Adrian.
   “You shall supervise it,” the Emperor said to the general who agreed, “I don’t think the Imperial Navy has any organization of such.”
   “Yes. There is, Your Majesty. The Navy Power Research Body,” said Admiral Agatha Vermont, 2nd Baroness Vermont.
   “And why is it so invisible to us?” Adrian asked.
   “Because its budget is too low for the patterns of the Empire.”
   “Who’s ahead of it?”
   “A woman named Louise Martins, a frigate captain.”
   “Note that we need to raise their budget,” said Adrian to Secretary of the Palace John Capri, who was standing behind him.
   “Also, provincial governments’ institutes and cooperatives have already manifested themselves,” said Prince Regent Edward.
   “And?” Adrian inquired.
   “They are willing to help the national government.”
   “Good.”
   “Have we asked for international help?” asked Adrian to the Minister of Foreign Affairs, “it would be good to boost our national popularity among the international community with this important technological step.”
   “We have sent them letters regarding the subject, but no official letter was sent back. Tweets of some countries’ government departments supported our initiative,” explained the minister.
   “I see,” Adrian said monotonously, almost in a disappointed tone while looking at the papers.
   “Patience, my nephew,” subtly said Edward to Adrian.
   “How many private institutions do we have on the list?” Adrian asked Dr. Klein
   “About 25, Emperor.”
   “Very good,” he said, “now anyone wishes to reiterate something more?”
   “As representative of the private sector,” begun Daniella Key, the Duchess of Highwaters and wife of Prince Edward, “I wish to notify each one of you that this is an effort for the Empire, and for the people, for a better environment where Logar can be itself. And I won’t measure efforts to win more companies to this cause, My Emperor.”
   Adrian applauded, making everyone there applaud with him the superb words of Daniella.
   The officials and representatives there reserved more of their time to the discussion of other subjects regarding the thorium research in Logar and the participation of other nations such as the Furbish Islands, Dunferm, Fluvannia, and others. The presence and influence of the Furbish Islands in the project was, though, manifested as negative by them, mainly Edward who said “their sole existence and presence in our midst is a threat to our monarchy, and our traditions respected by the Logarian people who for centuries upheld it”. Also negative comments were made about the Furbish late-night talk show presenter, and his influence over the Furbish popular opinion, who displayed the flag of Logar while making political references towards Logar’s “autocracy” within the PEE. Vosto’s possible presence was also considered, though ultimately rejected due to their actions towards the Furbish officials at the Coronation. The Logarian press was alerted of such a meeting between such important people from the government and from the energy industry of the Empire, and “favorable” news towards the government’s actions with reference to thorium were quickly published, however with little details on the actual discussion.

[Vostochnyye Ravniny]

In collaboration with greater niagara.

Après Moi, le Déluge (PT.2)
15-09-2021

Amsterdam International Airport,

As the Logarian motorcade exited the airport, the Niagaran jet touches down, exits the runway and heads towards Terminal A.

The arrival of the Niagarans was more discret, the Premier of the United Nations Himself will welcome them.

Van De Kigen asigned ITS Superintendent Marko Maxwell to the protection of the Niagaran Delegation.

Maxwell took his encrypted radio, "What's the Status of the Furbish Delegation ?" he asked.

A National Guard Officer present at the Southern Airport replied to his radio call: "Intercepted Sir".

Then ITS Director Maria Van De Kigen talked on the encrypted radio, "Remember: the FSA Agents with the Delegation may hold recording devices, act like you don't know this... The Premier will stay with the Niagarans, his double will welcome the Baboons at the Central Station... Don't rush in if someone dies at the Central Station".

Maxwell was about to respond, but then the Jetway door opened.

"They're here" Maxwell Thought to himself.

From the door of the plane came out 4 Royal Guards in red outfits and bearskin hats. Following them was His Majesty, King Matthew III, followed by the Prime Minister and several other officials for coordinating with the Matsrakians.

Matthew gazed out over the scene. Eying the Premier, he nodded in his head. Everything was going as planned.

"Strange how there's not many Matsrakians here," Prime Minister Benjamin Mayhew whispered to the King.

"Means there no newsies types to deal with at least," Matthew Replied.

At last the entourage came to the bottom of the stairs, with guards taking place either side of the walkway. King Matthew extended his hand for a handshake with the Premier.

"Greetings, Your Excellency, it is good to see you."

Suddenly, the Premier, some Politbureau Comissar and their Honor Guard arrives in the Terminal.

The Premier orders his men to establish a security perimeter and a KGB Guard immediately puts on the floor and powers-on a jammer: no one could hear or see inside of the terminal with electronic devices.

The Premier arrives and shakes the hand of King Matthew III, "Your Majesty, preparations for Operation Royal Eagle are almost completed... Shall we have a walk ?" Premier Makarov said whilst smiling.

Benjamin Mayhew begins to protest, but Matthew raises his hand as the PM is about to speak.

"Of course, Your Excellency, I would love to. PM Mayhew can go to with our Matsrakian friends and prepare for the upcoming meeting."

PM Mayhew, with a resigned look, walks away from the King and Premier.

"Mister Mayhew, My name is Vladimir Putin, the UNK's Comissar for Defence and Armament, may you please follow me ?" Putin Asked.

Mayhew walks away with Commissar Putin.

King Matthew walks alongside the Premier.

"Beautiful day, is it not?"

"It is, as we speak the Furbish Delegation are having the ride of their lives" the Premier Laughed, "To hide to the world our Conspiracy we need to create a bigger crisis" the Premier Said cynically to the king.

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Meanwhile Putin was talking with Mayhem, "Mayhem, our industries have been partners since when? Since the 90s?" he asked.

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"Would war with the Furbish Islands be enough?" King Matthew replied, laughing with the Premier. "Because the way things are going I'd say that's increasingly likely."

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Mayhew replied, "Yes, Mr Putin, ever since the USSRK collapsed."

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The Premier Laughed, "A War is unlikely, no ones wants to fight directly but this will let our forces to operate under the radar... For the Operation, is everything ready on your side?" the Premier Asked.

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Putin looked at Mayhew, "What was the last time you bought Equipement from us and we bought Equipement from you ?"

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"All the military preparations are ready, I have the trust of many of the top military leaders. Also, the Liberal Party in the House of Commons is veering ever closer towards republicanism, as my intelligence predicted."

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"It has been some time, Mr Putin. Some time indeed. Are you suggesting we begin mutual military trade deals?" Mayhew inquiried.

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"In case of civil war, we will commit ourselves on your side" the Premier Said.

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"What I'm saying is that the F14 Program is getting old" Putin said.

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Everyone were walking towards the parking lot of the airport to embark in their cars, the Motorcade drove off towards the Eltsin High Speed Train Station, the conversations resumed in the cars...

"That's all well and good, Mr Premier. But may I ask two questions? First, what would you be willing to I send to help, and what would the response of the UNK government be?"

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"I may not be well versed in military matters as you are, Mr Putin, but you are right. What do you propose that we do about it?"

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"A Military force composed of the Profesional Army and Matsrakian Mercenaries will take the war to the land and the Air... two Navy Light Carriers Battle group with Marines will raid the rebell coastal towns" the Premier Said.

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"We need a new Strike Fighter for the Self Defence Forces, we cannot let ACS Industry have a grip on our own Forces... And we have it, the Sukhoi SU-30SM" Putin said.

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"Very good, Mr Premier, very good indeed." The King replied. "And once the rebels are crushed, the God-given right to rule shall be the Crown's again."

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"And what may be the price of these new aircraft?" Mayhew inquiried.

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"Is Mayhew aware of this?" the Premier Asked.

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"The SU-30SM, is a Multirole Fighter: it exceeds in Air-to-Air but also in Air-to-Ground Operations... It costs almost nothing to maintain.... The unitary price is 90.000.000 VRD per Plane" Putin responded.

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"He is not, although I believe that once we achieve victory, he should be satisfied if I give him a peerage and a position in the new Cabinet." King Matthew answered.

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"That does sound like a very good price, Mr Putin. I shall inquirie with my Minister of Defence as soon as possible about how many we shall require."

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"You know what will happen if he opposes us... If someone isn't loyal, he's going to... Kill himself by defenetsration let's say..." the Premier said whilst laughing.

The King laughs, but there is a nervous element from joking about the death of a high ranking Member of Parliament.

Seconds after, The Motorcade arrived at the Eltsine High Speed Train Station, everyone disembarked and entered the Southern Administration Building: a 4 minutes walk to the Train Platforms.

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In the Admin buildings:

In the Hall of the Admin Building, the Baron of Harlem and General-in-chief of the Private Military Organisation 'Kijolijagers': Alkrion III Van Harlem, greeted them.

"Your Majesty, Premier Makarov, Comissar... Welcome !" he said whilst smiling.

The King laughs, but there is a nervous element from joking about the death of a high ranking Member of Parliament.

"Baron Harlem, greetings!" The King replied. "Forgive me for saying, but your name seems rather familiar to me."

The Baron Laughed, "Van Harlem is a renowned Household Name..." he said whilst smiling at the King.

The King laughs. "Ah, but of course. And it is good to meet you, Baron Harlem. But I'm guessing we haven't much time for introductions, so shall we continue with the ceremony?"

The Premier then took the parole, "The ceremony is in 1 Hour, if we are here is to discuss about the Mercenary contracts" he said whilst looking at the King.

Matthew smiled, saying, "Of course, Mr Premier." He lowers his voice. "I will require a large force if the Crown is to regain its prominence, especially with growing republican sentiments within the military."

The Premier then indicated a office, both entered with Van Harlem Meanwhile the rest of both delegations remained outside.

"The Kijolijagers will be here to replace the loses in your military: they will be in your command... Meanwhile the Red Army will deploy more than 300.000 Soldiers, they will be reinforcing the 10.000 soldiers we already stationed across Greater Niagara" The Premier Said.

Matthew replied, "300,000? That would be more than the entire Niagaran Army! But it certainly will ensure our victory."

The Premier Replied, "Before Operation Royal Eagle, the KGB will work in Tandem with your secret services to eleminate the Rebell officers".

"Excellent, excellent. And all the meanwhile the rebel forceswill be crushed in conventional battles, and their moral will be destroyed." Matthew Said.

"This would be a Asymmetrical Warfare... Last time we did it was back in 2000 in Grozny... The problem is the Post-Military Victories: The Guerrilla Warfare Which will ensue... Shock and Awe Tactics don't work in those scenarios..." The Premier Said with a Pensive Look.

"Unfortunate, but that means we'll just have to do things differently," King Matthew replied. "And it's nothing we aren't ready for."

Van Harlem laughed, he just said Two words in response to the King: "Napalm Bombs".

Matthew laughs nervously in return, not wishing for widespread destruction.

The Premier then asks, "How many Soldiers will you need to fill up the ranks your Majesty ?"

"I myself am not as qualified to answer, but my guess is somewhere around the range of 100,000-150,000 men."

Van Harlem Replied, "I will Disponibilise 40.000 Men, I suppose the Federation Soldiers will make up for the rest ?"

"Yes" said the Premier.

"That is excellent, Baron Harlem. Are there any other details we should discuss here?" Matthew said.

"Yes, the Day of the Operation" the Premier Said.

"I do not think that the operation should be too soon, but if we wait too long the rebels could entrench themselves and become hard to destroy."

"Maybe the 25th of September ?" the Premier Asked.

"Perhaps, perhaps." King Matthew said.

"100% of the troops assigned to this operation can be deployed in less than a week, the festivities can start the 25th with the help of local Vostoian Garnisons and Air Force Elements" the Premier Said.

"That should be good, although it leaves little time for your troops to prepare," Matthew replied. "Unless you have had a secret invasion plan of Greater Niagara already."

The Premier Laughed, "For the Time being the troops deployed will remain in key cities across Greater Niagara to defend them, offensive actions will take time to organize but the Coast Raidings shall start on the 25th... By the 22nd 100.000 Soldiers of the Regular Army will be deployed in a 'Regular Exercise with the Niagaran Army' the rest will be shipped afterwards... The Kijolijagers will be at 100% strength by the 24th..." The Premier Said.

"This sounds very good, Mr. Premier, very good. Within weeks the rebels will surrender and Niagara shall be ours." The King said. "Then we can properly prepare for the possibility of war with the Furbish Islands."

"The Possibility of a war with the PEE is to be discarded at first, Niagara Shall re-arm quickly and massively without hurting it's economy" the Premier Replied firmly.

"And the joint military arms trade deals will certainly not hurt." Matthew replied. "Indeed, the Niagaran military will become one of the most formidible in the world, with Vostoian military equipment."

The Baron then took the parole, "If everything is concluded, we shall proceed to the Ceremony then".

Then a KGB Officer comes in the office, "Tovarish Premier, the Furbishmen are approaching the Station".

The Premier Laughed, "And We shall laugh now, Baron Please send my appreciations to the Furbishmen".

The Baron Laughed whilst exiting the Office and heading towards the Train Platforms.

Everyone got back in the Cars and the Motorcade exited the Train Station towards the City Center, driving by the Furbishian Delegation whilst they arrived at the Station.

This... this meeting signs the end of a era... and the violent birth of a new era...

To be Continued...

[Dunferm]

The Bell of Ravenspire

The Government imposes additional sanctions on the Vostoan State

RAVENSPIRE (23rd September) - After long deliberation in the Privy Council, Prime Minister Sir Siegried Akema has announced several sanctions in addendum to the included measures that have been enacted by the Foreign Ministry after the abuse incident in the United Nations of Kaga, the Bell of Ravenspire reports.

The Cabinet Office has informed the press that all further private business affairs with the United Nations of Kaga will be responded with criminal prosecution, prohibition of all trade in goods and services between the Vostoan State and the Kingdom, confirming the former's prior made decision which effectively isolated the Vostoan's economic global impact, and confiscation of financial assets of Vostoan corporations within the Crown's jurisdiction.

However, there is significant doubt cast by the press regarding the effectiveness of sanctions, as the Vostoan State already retreated itself into self-imposed autarky, which already made import impossible in the Vostoan State, with international economists criticising the decision as it will hit the Vostoan common citizenry by restricting access to Dunfermian-produced drugs.

[Vostochnyye Ravniny]

20th september 2021- DECLARATION OF THE PREMIER OF THE UNITED NATIONS OF KAGU

The General Declaration:

To the Abominations of Furbish Islands Leaders, may god have piety on your soul. For 3 long decades, since the Downfall of the USSRK, us, the Nations of Kagu, the people of this Continent, we were treated like dogs and viewed as unequal by so called 'Liberal Democracies' and 'Democratic Nations' of the west, including Hrvada, Fluvannia and Dunferm.

The Time of deference has came to a end. Us, the Government of the United Nations of Kagu, the Supreme federal entity of this continent, The Government of all-Kagus and all Kagians, the governement of all Slavs and for all the Slavs, denounce the Furbishmen, the Dunfermen, the Hrvadans and the Fluvanians States as Autocratic Powers and Racial Supremacists whomst only seeks for blood, moral depravity and the destruction of the Kagian Nations and the Slavs themselves.

We reafrim the following: we are commited to mainting the Sovreignty of the Kagian People's and the Sovreignty of our Allies. We might not be the richest country on earth, but let us be clear: the Materialist Values are what will bring the Downfall of your countries.

May God himself hear the prayers of your souls.

DECLARATION OF THE PREMIER OF THE UNITED NATIONS.
WRITTEN BY HIS OWN HAND.

The Denonciations and reproaches against the Furbish Islands:

I. The United Nations of Kagu denounces the attempt of the Furbish Islands to humiliate us by creating the P.E.E. Alliance, a Alliance which only goals are the destruction of the United Nations as a whole. And the Extermination of the Kagian Nations.

II. The United Nations of Kagu denounces the general attitude of the Furbish Islands towards our repeated aproaches for economic cooperation. This attitude is, in our view, a manner to impeach a lasting peace wich would have resulted from the economic cooperation.

III. The United Nations of Kagu denounces the general attitude of the Furbish Islands, but also the rest of the PEE alliance, towards the Empire of Logar, Attancia and The Dodo Republic. The PEE Alliance made them think that they would be treated as equalls but in fact, the Furbish Islands on a regular basis humiliates the Logarian Empire, the Dodo Republic. We dennounce the fact that Attancia is a mere Political Tool of The Kingdom of Dunferm. We dennounce The Furbish Islands which treats the Empire of Logar and The Dodo Republic as mere political paws.

IV. The United Nations of Kagu is disapointed in the repeated attempts from the Furbish Islands to Humiliate it's governing body. The September 15th 2021 Incidents were, however, not about retribution or a state vengeance but are in fact the misfortunate results of Amsterdam's ATC Misscomprehension. We reafirm the following: the videos of the FSA are deep fakes.

WRITTEN BY THE PREMIER HIMSELF

Declaration concerning the Establishement of Sanctions:

I. From today and onwards: the countries of the Furbish Islands ; Hrvada ; Dunferm and Fluvannia, are declared persona-non-grata and the nationals of those countries are forbiden from entering the United Nations. Therefore as of today, arre under a Kagian Economic Embrago is enforced.
- I/a. The Companies mentioned in this very own Article are, therefore, Banned from operating in the Kagian Markets.

III. As of today, we will impose production and exportation controls on: Petroleum and Natural Gass, towards the countries mentioned in the Article I of this Declaration.
- II/a. Therefore, any Moral entity or individual of those nations cannot buy petrolleum neither natural gass from Kagian Extraction companies.

IV. As of Today, The Airlines of the countries mentioned in the Article I of this Declaration are banned from the Airspace of the United Nations of Kagu and from operating from and towards the United Nations Airports.

V. As of Today, the Visas of the citizens of the countries mentioned in the Article I are for the time being suspended.

The Declaration of Indepedence Guaranttees:

We reafirm that the attitude of the Furbish Islands towards the Dodo Republic is repugnant and awful.

The Dodoians are being treated as un-equals by the countries whomst seeks to liberate them from so called 'Autocratic Grip of Vostochnyye Ravniny'.

We re-affrim that Dodo Shall and Shall Always be indepedent, but also that the friends of the UNK shall always remain independent, therefore we guarantee the Independence of the following nations: THE DODO REPUBLIC ; THE ANTARCTIC CIRCLES STATES ; THE EMPIRE OF LOGAR ; THE KINGDOM OF GREATER NIAGARA ; ATTANCIA.

IF ANY MILITARY ACTION IS TAKEN AGAINST THOSE COUNTRIES, THOSE ACTIONS WILL BE SAWN AS A ACT OF MILITARY AGRESSION AGAINST THE UNITED NATIONS OF KAGU.

Definition of 'Military Action':

I. Any operations conducted by foreign militaries or secret services with the goals of destabilising the Internal Politics of those Nations or with the goals of installing a puppet governement or in outright military invasion or occupation.

II. The Financement of Rebell groups in the countries wich sovreignty is protected by the UNK.

WRITTEN BY THE PREMIER HIMSELF

[Vostochnyye Ravniny]

InfoMatsrakia with Ernst Nieuwepoort
24-09-2021 Broadcast

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "Welcome back folks, you're still listenning to The Tonight Radio Show with me Ernst Nieuwepoort on the 89.90Mhz and on the... ON the internet on InfoMatsrakia.com, InfoMatsrakia.com... Tonight I'm joined by Doctor Henry Livanova, a Matsrakian and renowned psychologist and Former Captain, he fought in the Red Army during the Grozny War of 2001".

Dr. Henry Livanova: "Goodnight, thanks for inviting me Ernst"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "It's always a plessure Henry" laughs "So Tonight, our main story is about the possibility of a Cold War... Henry what are your thoughts ?"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "When will the Furbishmen give us rest ?" Both of them laughs "FI is the spoiled child of the western bloc" laughs

Ernst Nieuwepoort: laughs "Why are they the spoiled child of the west ?"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "You see... in my long career as psychologist, many parents came in into my office with their children... One of them was having problems with their years olf child and they started crying in my office because how exhausted they were... their child was given evrything... and I'll always remember this family... the problems started when one day the parents refuse to buy a simple toy to the child and he starts to misbehave and this attitude only becomes stronger by the day... the parents were exhausted... the parents were both 23, they had their child when both were 16... they belong to the generation that saw war, that lived in bad times and they wanted to create good times so their kid remember about those good times... but they spoiled their kid you see ? The Kid didn't had any notion about hardship, no notion about the value of the things... he was given everything and started complaining when he received nothing or someone said 'no' to his requests"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "And the Furbishmen are like this ?"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "Yes definetely... You see, 2 to 3 generations ago, the furbishmen started to develop their economy: they said: bad times are for pussies, we're no pussies" both started laughing, "You have today a generation of furbishmen that never saw misery, poverty, war, ilness... they saw nothing ! They had everything they wanted on the spot... a whole nation was spoiled by monney !"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "they were corrupted in a way ?"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "Definitively ! Definitively !... They are the child that I mentioned prior... and this child, which thinks that everyhting he requests he will be given is now seeing opposition from someone and now he's crying !"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "And it's the time where the antagonist is unveiled" laughs

Dr. Henry Livanova: "They Thought that we would submit to their rule, but no ! I don't know if it's your case... but I don't like sucking D*cks, because I don't like sucking Salty Things !" everyone starts laughing for a minute "No one likes salty things ! so imganie the reaction of the spoiled Nation when we said 'No' !"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: laughs "You had me there ! you had me there !" laughs

Dr. Henry Livanova: "And this 'Child-King' dilemma can be felt across the whole nation of the FI... notably in it's governement and it's Military"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "Their Military ?"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "Yes... First: let's talk about their project of building a 1 Kilometer wide and long carrier... like How the fuck did you came to the conclusion in the era of stealthy drones and Anti-Ship Balistic Missiles that "bigger is better" ?"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "Right and this is your Military Experience that's talking ?"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "Yes... So Imagine this, someday a Top Ranking Admiral Woke up, probably born in the Bourgeoisie, saw his micro-p*nis, thought and Said "Dammmmm I need a Big Carrier" and a politician saw this and said 'Great F*cking Idea'" laughs "Litteraly, if it gets built, a swarm of ICBMs, IRBMs and Torpedos will sunk it"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "What are your thougths on the Ordinary FI Soldier ?"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "They never saw war... in comparaison most of the serving men, women and reservists of our armies are all veterans"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "But some may think that their equipement will give a edge to them"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "The Materialist values corrupted their army there: they think because they sunk 70k on the equipement of a single soldier they have the edge, but no matter the situation: the supremacy of will always wins"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "In case of War, will they win ?"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "First... who, since the Great War, in the nation of FI wants to die in a overseas conflict ? No one ! the average FI citizen only wants to leave in peace... they don't want war, they want to stick in their homes on the internet... meanwhile since 1890 the Kagian people's always have been in a constant state of war... the largest lasting peace period was of 5 years and it was after the USSRK collapse... Since 1890: only 10 years, at most, were years everyone lived in peace but yet in those years of peace, everyone prepared for the next war..."

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "Does this in anyway shape of form justify the Opposition and the showdown that's going on ?"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "The FI are always saying in a way: stop what you're doing or this means war, and us, the Kagians, are always saying: look we don't care we're doing our businesses. No one thought that the situation would come to this. No one. But war is unlikely, Makarov and the Trudoviks are saying: enough is enough ! no more expansion ! no more war !"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "Is peace achiveable ?"

Dr. Henry Livanova: "Yes but the FI don't want it... why ? because they consider us as inferior human beings"

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "Thanks doctor for coming but unfortunately, it's 10:00PM and it's time to say goodbye, maybe tommorow you can come ?" laughs

Dr. Henry Livanova: "Yeah why not !" laughs

Ernst Nieuwepoort: "Anyway, that's our show tonight ! ladies and gentlemen It was Ernst Nieuwepoort and Dr. Henry Livanova ! thanks for staying tuned and see you tommorow ! Goodnight !"

END OF THE RADIO SHOW;

[Celtterra]

The High Airport
11:00 A.M., August 7, 2021 A.D.

The Celtterra, the personal aircraft of the Unchel Brennus, came down for a landing. The places that escorted the Celterra, made up of Little Rascal Spirit 38-26’s and SatA-01A’s, diverted to their bases, after escorting from the fleet that followed the Celterra to and from Logar. After a few seconds, the platform connected to the plane. Once the door was opened, Lady Mairead Duwarth was standing there, slightly hopping up and down with excitement, smiling.

After the guards disembarked, the Unchel Brennus came out and was welcomed by her hugging him, as they exchanged their greetings before walking down the terminal and out the building to enter their transport, the Frynchell.

“Guessing he liked his presents,” remarked the Lady, sitting across from the Unchel Brennus.

“He loved them,” Revan replied with a smile, attempting to hide a worried look, “I gave him a few extra things as well. I will tell you later what they are, once the time is right or something is confirmed.”

“Is something wrong,” asked Mairead.

“Nothing…”

“I can tell you are troubled.”

“Am I that easy to read?”

Mairead shook her head yes.

“Well, it shouldn’t be anything major,” Revan lied.

Revan paused for a moment longer before adding, “and that is all I am gonna say.”

Mairead did not reply, instead updating him on everything that has happened since he left.


The Unchel Palas
12:33 P.M., August 7, 2021 A.D.

The Fluvannian-made transport arrived at the Unchel Palas. The two exited as servants and slaves brought his luggage inside to lay on-top of his bed. Once the two entered the Palace, they were greeted by his dogs (Iona, Megan, Hank, Henry, and Radzig), his cats (Vern, Smokey, and Emily), and his two Dodos (Myrddin and Nimue) given to him by the President and Admiral of Dodoia, Pius Waldoon. He soon left the living room and went to the “pet sunroom”, as he often called it. As he entered the pet sunroom, he can see much of the courtyard, as it sticks-out into it. He fist gave attention, hugs, and kisses to his bunnies (Arthur, Bugs, Merlin, Mario, and Gawain). He put them back in their cages before going through the door on the left wall, which lead to the cuddlefish section of the sunroom, which has a giant pool in the middle, one of several in the palace. He pet his cuddlefish, named Mary, and gave her a treat. After he got back up, he noticed that the head of the Palace bodyguard section of the Livgarginn, Captain Cadi Ahearn; a young, red-headed lady from the Kingdom of Éireland; was standing in the door way.

“Your highness,” she said in a hushed tone, “welcome back. Your Spy Master is in your office and wishes to speak with you.”

“Thank you Captain,” he replied with a smile.

She left while the Unchel Brennus went to his office to meet with his Spy Master, Seumas Ceanfal; the former top-agent/spy for the Asiantaeth Cudd-wybodaeth Uchel (High Intelligence Agency), whose code name was and still is “007”.

“Osiyo, your highness,” greeted the Spy Master in Chalakay, while bowing.

“Osiyho,” greeted the Unchel Brennus.

“I am guessing you spoke to the young Emperor of Logar about the situation.”

“I have. Informed him of the possible resurgence of House Peterme in Sasannia. I gave him a Buntline Special, a Bowing knife, a custom holster to hold and hide both the revolver and knife, as-well-as a detachment of 20 Je’daii Templars to protect him at all times.”

“I am surprised that the Je’daii Templar still takes orders from the High Confederacy.”

“If a new constitution is passed I will see if they still wish to or become their own organization. I wouldn’t be surprised if they wish to keep it as it has been for a long time.”

“Anyways your highness, 20 may be overkill, after all they are the best fighters in the entire world, masters of nearly all weapons. They should be more than capable in keeping him safe from anyone and anything. Is there anything else your highness?”

“I should inform you that they will follow Adrian’s orders, well some of them. So they may not be allowed to go to certain places, due to him or due to the people possibly getting too upset.”

“That is understandable.”

“Also, how is the development of the Big Rascal Spirit 8-27?”

“It is far ahead of schedule and should be ready within a few months. Tests at the Manhattan Test Site continues to impress.”

“Good.”

“Is there anything else my lord?”

“Not at this time Master Ceanfal.”

The two bowed and the Spy Master left. The Unchel Brennus went to his chair and sat for a while. After a few seconds, he heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” the Unchel Brennus said.

The door opened and he saw Lady Mairead standing there.

“Are you alright,” she asked.

“For the most part, I am,” he replied.

“I am here if you need to talk.”

“I am alright.”

“Ok.”

She left the room while Revan continued to sit at his desk, hoping that the House of Peterme will either be peacefull and seek approval to rule from Dalbernia or that they are not coming back.


11:00 A.M., August 10, 2021 A.D.

Revan and Mairead began to play checkers. After a few minutes, the phone rang. One of the servants answered, before informing the Unchel Brennus that it was for him. He got up and went to the phone.

“Osiyo,” greeted the Unchel Brennus.

“Osiyo your highness. This is President Domhnall Druma and I would like to inform you that the Senatus has voted in favor of a new constitution. The results was 46 in-favor, 3 against, and 2 voting present. We will be sending the bill to the Council of Lords in the Morning.”

“Thank you mister President,” Replied the Unchel Brennus.

The conversation continued for a few more seconds before the Unchel Brennus hung-up. He then returned to his seat.

“Any news on the Call,” asked Mairead.

“Aye,” replied Revan, “it was passed, fourty-six in-favor, three against, and two present.”

“Now, lets see if the other lords and ladies agree with a new constitution.”

[Celtterra]

Unchel Palas
8:00 A.M., August 11, 2021 A.D.

Revan and Mairead woke up and started to get ready for the meeting in the Council of Lords, of which the young Lady Mairead is a part of. The two ate their breakfast, Revan having a bowl of cereal while Mairead had eggs and toast. After they ate, they went to take their showers and to dress for the occasion. Revan wearing a tuxedo and a cape, Mairead with a red dress. After the two was dressed, they entered the Frynchell and left for the Talla Coinneimh a ‘Mhorair, while the crown was sent there ahead of time.


Talla Coinneimh a ‘Mhorair
11:01 A.M., August 11, 2021 A.D.

As the Frynchell arrived to the building, reporters and photographers could be seen lining the fenced walkway. The Unchel Brennus exited the vehicle first, before helping the Lady of Athyncoill out of the vehicle. Once they both exited they walked along the walkway. After they entered the building, they let go of each-others hands.

As they were walking toward the door of the main chamber of the building, they saw a couple friends of theirs, and former class mates of Revan’s; Lady Nandag Dianna and Lady Cadilyna Beinnard. Lady Nandag; an 18 year-old, brunette, noble of Clan Bellima; had a crush on Revan when they were younger, she would flirt with him while he would get nervous. Lady Cadilyna; a 20 year-old, red-head, noble of Clan Bellerose; was always rumored to date Revan when they were younger. For a millisecond, Revan remembered when the three women would fight over him, before he snapped out of the memory.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” said Lady Nandag.

“Neither can I,” replied Lady Cadilyna.

“Nor can we,” said Mairead, walking up from them, with Revan further behind.

“Well if it isn’t the two love-birds,” said Cadilyna, with a slight hint of jealousy.

“We aren’t dating,” replied Mairead, “merely friends who has been getting to know each-other again.”

“Sure,” remarked Nandag.

“Lets see what the Unchel Brennus thinks,” said Cadilyna, turning to Revan who caught up to them, “are you and Lady Duwarth dating?”

“No, we are not,” replied Revan, “have you two been reading the tabloids? I know you both loved reading them when we were in school.”

“No,” Nandag and Cadilyna replied nervously.

“Anyways,” Nandag said, changing the subject, “any idea on what a new constitution will look like?”

“I have no clue,” replied Revan, “all I know is that if the Council of Lords and/or Council of Clans vote in-favor of a new constitution by, at least, a three-fourths majority, that a list from all three of things that is overall agreed that needs to be changed or added will go to a Constitutional Convention.”

“What would you like to see, your highness,” asked Mairead.

“Well, I am not entirely sure,” replied Revan, “I have often heard complaints about the power of the clan chiefs being, what is considered now-a-days, excessive. Just as I have heard some people say our government is in need of modernization and that the kingdoms may have too much power, to a point where it affects trade and travel. Then there is the groups that wish to see something like a resurrection of the Athallian Empire.”

The group then migrated toward the door that enters to the meeting chamber of the Council of Lords. The three women walked in, leaving Revan to stay a few feet from the door, as to wait until it was time for him to enter. After a minute, the National Anthem began to play. He entered after a second and walked toward his throne, which sat behind the podium of the High Lord on a raised platform. After he was in-front of his throne, he turned and saw all 8,000 members of the Council of Lords.

“It’s a miracle this many people can be seated in here comfortably,” he thought to himself.

After the Anthem ended, he placed the crown on his head and sat on his throne, with all others following. The High Lord, like the President before him, read off the reasons for the Call, after which the discussion began and continued until 5:00 P.M., as that was the end of the session for that day.

After the session was ended for the day, the Unchel Brennus took the crown off and gave it to the Livgarginn, to take back to the palace. He then took his cape off and noticed it was a little worn with tiny tares and holes.

“I should go to the tailor to get this repaired, perhaps even order another one. Probably one of purple, red, gold, and blue,” he thought.

He then gave the cape to another Livgarginn guard to bring with them. He then turned and saw Lady Cadilynia, Lady Mairead, and Lady Nandag walking toward him.

“Do you want to go somewhere for dinner with us,” asked Lady Cadilynia.

“Sure, where do you ladies wish to go,” asked Revan.

“How about MacSheu’s,” asked Lady Nandag.

“That would be lovely,” said Lady Mairead excitedly.

“Sure,” replied Revan.

The four of them took the Frynchell to MacSheu’s, a high-end restaurant well known for their food. It is considered one of, if not the best restaurant in Dalbernia and the world.

After they arrived to the restaurant, they ordered and ate their food. The left after a couple of hours to stay at the Unchel Palas for the night.


The Unchel Brennus Residence of Dublin, Dublin, Kingdom of Éirebernnia
7:00 P.M., August 31, 2021 A.D.

Captain Cadi Ahearn straightened Revan’s tie. The two came back from a stroll along the pond near the residence. After he left the bathroom, she then changed from her green workout gear to her uniform.

“I have a feeling she wanted to go on a stroll as a sort of date,” thought Revan, “wouldn’t surprise me. She has been attempting to date me for a while, even before she was the captain of my guard.”

Revan then went into the living room, turned the television on to The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp starring Huw O’Conaire. After a few minuets, the door bell rang, with one of the maids answering it. After a few seconds, the same maid went to the living room and informed him that they crew has arrived.

“Tell them to come in,” Revan stated.

She shook her head in acknowledgment and they entered after she closed the door again, with Revan turning off the television.

“Welcome back Miss Droit,” Revan said happily, “hows the business?”

“Doing well your highness,” replied reporter Gráinne Droit, wearing her famous red trench coat and brown and her redish-brown newsboy cap.

The camera man set up a tripod, before placing the camera on top of it. After a few seconds, she sat down beside him on the couch. Then the camera man began to count down from five.

After he hit one, Gráinne began to speak, “welcome to the Unchel Brennus Residence of Dublin here in the Kingdom of Éirebernnia. I am here with his highness, Unchel Brennus Revan III Scardonet. It’s good to see you again.”

“It is good to see you again miss Droit,” said the Unchel Brennus.

“One of the first questions I wish to ask you is what is your opinion on the Constitutional Call?”

“Well, I see why someone would call for it. I do agree that somethings may need to be changed with the government overall, though that would be mostly up to the legislative branch itself, especially if either or both councils vote in-favor of a new constitution.”

“Something some of our viewers have asked and was wondering if you had any idea what a new government would look like?”

“Honestly, I have no clue. All three chambers has different ideas, most likely.”

The interview continued for a few more minuets till she asked her final question.

“I have one final question,” said Gráinne Droit, “is there any truth to the rumors that you have been dating any of or all of the following: Lady Cadilyna Beinnard, Lady Mairead Duwarth, and/or Lady Nandag Dianna?”

“No,” replied the Unchel Brennus, “I am neither currently nor ever had dated any of them nor anyone else.”

“Thank you, your Highness. Back to you all at the studio.”

“And cut,” said the cameraman.

As the cameraman packed the camera and tripod, Gráinne turned to Revan and the two stared at each-other for a few seconds as the cameraman left.

“I see you have been doing well Miss Droit,” stated Revan.

“I have, and same for you,” said Gráinne, “have you thought any more about my offer?”

“I gave you my answer before, and it is still the same.”

“That is understandable.”

She got back up and left the building. Revan sat back in the couch, before hearing the ringing of the telephone. He got up then answered it.

“Osiyo,” greeted the Unchel Brennus.

“Osiyo your highness, it is High Lord Arran Argall. I would like to inform you that the bill has been passed within the Council of Lords. The results was 7,998 in-favor and two voting present. We will be sending the bill to the Council of Clans in the morning.”

“That sounds like a record.”

“It is my lord.”

“Thank you High Lord Argall."

Revan hung-up the phone and sat back on the couch. He then turned the television back on. After a few seconds, Cadi entered the room in her pajamas and sat in the chair next to Revan.

“Do you have feelings for anyone,” she asked.

After he didn’t answer she looked and saw he was asleep. She turned the television off and had put her uniform back on, having a guard help her put him in bed, before she headed to her own room.

[Celtterra]

Adeilad Cynghorydd Clann, Llanfair
10:00 A.M., September 1, 2021 A.D.

The Unchel Brennus sat in the Frynchell, his head in his hands, still being slightly tired, despite waking up from his nap in the car.

“I know this is a formality since the other two chambers have already voted in-favor of a new constitution,” he thought to himself, “but it is best if they agree with a new constitution. I may need to do some sort of negotiations, perhaps even promises, though they may want to have more control over the nation.”

The car stopped in-front of the Adeilad Cynghorydd Clann, with a section of Livgarginn standing at the edges of the walkway, standing guard. He exited the vehicle and entered the building.

As he entered the room, he saw all ten members sitting around a large, square table. It was modeled after the original Round Table, but made square due to the maker having been unable to make it perfectly circular. The Unchel Brennus then went to head of the table and and greeted the entire council. High Chief Aidan Ainsley introduced the bill and the members began to discuss it. The Unchel Brennus joined in, as a clan chief, and attempted to convince them that it may be good for clans as a whole.

The discussion ended later that day. He let the principle chief of Clan Scardonet, Robert Jackson, continue and to be a part of the discussions.


The Unchel Palas
11:20 A.M., September 4, 2021 A.D.

Revan was sitting in his garden in the courtyard, relaxing while Lady Nandag, Lady Cadilyna, Lady Mairead, and Captain Cadi, who was off duty for the rest of the week, watched films in his personal theater. A phone rings from inside, with someone picking it up. After a few seconds, one of his maids went to him and informed that he was requested on the phone. He got up and went in.

“Hello,” greeted the Unchel Brennus.

“Greetings your highness, it is High Chief Ainsley and I wish to inform you that the Council of Clans has voted against a new constitution, with three voting for and seven voting against.”

“Thank you High Chief.”

The Unchel Brennus hung up and went back out, sitting on the bench again.

[Celtterra]

The Press Room of the Unchel Palas
11:00 A.M., September 5, 2021 A.D.

In his traditional outfit, the Unchel Brennus, Revan III Scardonet, walked up to the podium. He saw the microphones for television and radio, as well as the cameras and started to become nervous.

“I can handle this, I’ve done it many times without losing my words, just don’t look too long at the croud,” he thought to himself.

“Osiyo nanivquu. This is Unchel Brennus Revan III of the House and Clan Scardonet of the High Confederation of Dalbernia, of the Confederation of Dixon, and of the Kingdom of Chyrnokay. I am here to announce that the High Confederate Congress has overall voted for a new constitution and a constitutional conventions has been formed. The members has all already been decided earlier today, of which a full list can be seen on the High Congressional website. As a result of a new constitution being decided upon, the entirety of the High Confederate Government is now the Provisional Government of Dalbernia.”

The Unchel Brennus continued his speech, with it ending in thunderous applause. He soon left the press room and went to his office and sat in his seat. He grabbed the bottle of water he had with him and drank as one of his servants came in.

“My lord, I wish to inform you that President Pius Waldoon of the Dodoian Republic had a stroke yesterday. He is currently in the hospital,” the servant informed the Unchel Brennus.

“That is awful,” replied the Unchel Brennus in shock.

The servant left and went back to his duties Lady Nandag came in half-a-minuet later.

“Is everything alright,” she asked.

“President Waldoon had a stroke,” Revan informed her, “he sent me two dodos a couple months ago. I am going to get him a card, some flowers, a basket of fruit, and some comfortable clothes. Do you want to come with me?”

“I would love to,” she replied.

The two went to several stored in Llanfair, and got a card with a cuddlefish on it, a bouquet of flowers, a basket of fruit, several capes, and several comfortable tunics, ones made for monarchs.

After they returned from shopping, Revan went to his desk and began to write on a piece of paper:

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Dear President Pius Waldoon of the Republic of Dodoia,

I have recently heard about your unfortunate stroke. I wish you a well and speedy recovery my friend. With this card comes a fruit basket, a bouquet of flowers, several capes (one of which has the Dodoian flag), and several comfortable tunics. Once again I wish you a safe and speedy recovery.

-Unchel Brennus Revan III Scardonet

P.S.

There is a second letter at the bottom of the fruit basket, please read it once you are feeling better or in a few days, it is up to you when you read it,

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He then wrote his name in cursive at the bottom of the card, prior to putting the letter in the card then in the envelope. He then grabbed a second piece of paper and began to write:

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Dear President Waldoon of the Republic of Dodoia,

In the case that you decide to resign or when you retire, I wish to offer that you become the official diplomat between Dalbernia and Dodoia. If you do accept, you will be able to get treated by my personal doctors. If you are interested, I do request that you give me a call, preferably one the constitutional convention is over.

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Revan then folded the letter and put it in another envelope, then placed it at the bottom of the fruit basket. He resealed the basket and started to pack it all in a box to be shipped later that day and to arrive on the sixth.


Foirgneamh Domhnall
3:00 P.M., September 5, 2021 A.D.

Sitting at the table was the Unchel Brennus at the head, President Druma, High Lord Argall, High Chief Ainsley, King Richard XI Astleyson, Chief Blair Harding, and Senator David Kincaid of the Kingdom of Roifain.

“President Druma, do you have the results from the poll that was sent out after the first day of discussions in the Senatus,” asked the Unchel Brennus.

“Yes I do,” replied the President, handing out copies to each person.

“Lets see,” the Unchel Brennus said, “it seems the people wish for a smaller Council of Lords, which I believe everyone here is for.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.

“What else,” the Unchel Brennus continued, “ah a simplified military, with one national military. Also for the clans to have barely any powers.”

“Those would be unacceptable,” chimed in High Chief Ainsley.

“We will discuss it. After all, we are just overlooking at what the people want,” replied the Unchel Brennus.

After a period of silence, the Unchel Brennus spoke again, “alright. The people seem to be split on whether or not to keep kingdoms. President Druma, would you be able to explain?”

“Yes sir,” said the President, “many people want the overall nation to be simplified with borders. I have heard that many think regions or provinces would be better options.”

“With how large our nation is, regions may be better options, with provinces decided by regions,” replied the Unchel Brennus.

“I can assure you that the monarchs of this land would be displeased if kingdoms are gotten rid of, as would the Confederation of Dixon,” replied King Richard XI.

“I am quite positive of that,” replied the Unchel Brennus, “now, let see, two percent of the people wish to see the end of servitude, serfdom and/or slavery. Mr. President, I am guessing that all options with ending any of those was combined?”

“That is correct,” replied President Druma.

“Alright then,” continued the Unchel Brennus, “and it seems that less than half of the people wish to see the end of clans.”

“They just want us to be rid of our powers,” replied the High Chief.

The group continued going through the poll, calling it a day once they went through the entire poll.


9:30 A.M., September 6, 2021 A.D.

The convention reconvened and began to discuss a new constitution. After a length argument, and to the dismay of Chiefs Ainsley and Harding, they decided that the Council of Clans would only be in-charge of keeping track of the clans, with the powers of the clans being regulated as advisors and the figure heads of the areas they control, with low and high clans being merged.


The Press Room of the Unchel Palas
3:00 P.M., September 6, 2021 A.D.


“Your Highness, is the rumors that the clans will have less powers, little-to-no control in the government, and that the high and low clans will be merged into one true,” asked reporter Gráinne Droit.

“How do they know this,” the Unchel Brennus thought to himself, “should I tell the truth?”

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and answered, “it is true. That is one of the first things that we agreed upon.”

[Celtterra]

Various Clan Armories
Night, September 6-9, 2021 A.D.

On the night of September 6th, after the press conference when the Unchel Brennus confirmed a leak that the clans will have little-to-no powers, the clan chiefs that voted against a new constitution, all of whom was told about it earlier that day by High Chief Ainsley, contacted each-other in-secret and agreed to have their most loyal soldiers secretly move the majority of their equipment from their armories into several secret armories they had built during the Great War, armories not known by many in the entire nation.

Somewhere in Dùn Èideann, the Kingdom of Éirebernnia
Night, September 7, 2021 A.D.

As the last of the clan chiefs enterd the room, all of whom were wearing masks to conceal their identity, they sat in their seats at the table.

“Are we sure this is a good idea,” asked one of the chiefs, “how do we know they are still around and this isn’t a trap?”

“I do believe they are back,” relied another chief, “not to mention, this is the best way for us to keep our power.”

After a few minuets, a person in a black cloak and in black robes came in, with a hood hiding their face.

“It is good that you all came to your senses about the High King,” stated the anonymous person in an evil-sounding tone of voice, “so, from what I understand, you want me to rule over all of Dalbernia, correct?”

“That is correct,” replied one of the Chiefs.

“Then we will do it my way.”

The hooded person told them their plan and what to do, before ending with, “we will end this modern King Arthur.”

Soon after, everyone exited the room and building, before going their separate ways.


All of the Military Armories throughout Dalbernia
Late Afternoon, September 10, 2021 A.D.

In all of the military bases and armories, the soldiers, no matter which military they belong to, went off duty except for half of the High Military. The reason for this was due to the Day of the Mourning Dove, the day that marks the eighth anniversary of the death of the previous Unchel Brennus, Unchel Brennus Fearghal II Scardonet. Dut to the low amount of active-duty soldiers, each armory is given a skeleton crew of guards made up the half of the High Military that are still on duty.


10:30 P.M., September 10, 2021 A.D.

Outside of every-single armory that belongs to any military, including the ones owned by the traitorous Clan Chiefs (which is done to hide their tracks) is groups of men in all-black, with black backpacks filled with regular and dirty bombs. They groups stayed undetected as they went through the buildings, placing the bombs in certain areas, in hopes of causing the most damage. Each bomb’s clocks is set to detonate at 2:20 in the morning. By 11:50 P.M., the saboteurs have escaped all areas, being undetected the entire time.


2:20 A.M., September 11, 2021 A.D.

Explosions shake the cities and countryside of Dalbernia. Radiation is spread throughout the areas the dirty bombs were placed. Firefighters and other emergency personnel arrives at 2:38 A.M., with the radiation being picked up and noticed by them at 2:50 A.M..


The Unchel Brennus’ Bedroom, the Unchel Palas
3:25 A.M., September 11, 2021 A.D.

Revan wakes from his nightmare.

“Thank God that it is over,” he thought.

He looks over and saw that his phone is ringing. He then looks to see how is calling him and saw it was High Lord Arran Argall. He then looked over at Lady Mairead, who decided to stay for a while longer for reasons that he don’t know, and saw she was still sleeping. He grabbed his phone and walked into the hall outside of his room, softly closing the door behind him.

“Osiyo,” the Unchel Brennus answered in a tired voice.

“Osiyo my lord,” replied the High Lord, in a terrified voice, “there was several explosions this morning.”

“Where and how bad,” the Unchel Brennus asked, in a worried, more awake voice.

“At every armory in the High Confederation. As for how bad, there is heavy amounts of radiation.”

“Have the people near the blast sites been evacuated and being taken care of?”

“There is no survivors in-terms of the guards stationed at these armories. As for the citizens, they have all been evacuated and are being tested and treated as we speak.”

“Guessing the radiation is being taken care of as well?”

“Aye sir, we believe that we should have it taken care of within three days. Very little nuclear material has been used it seems.”

“I’ll have the Je’daii Templar and the ACU start an investigation immediately. I want you to keep me updated on the cleaning process as well as everything else about this.”

“Aye sir.”

The Unchel Brennus hung up and walked back in.

“Something happen,” Lady Mairead asked, nearly scaring Revan.

“Aye, there was explosions at every armory, with some explosions with radioactive material,” Revan said, changing his shirt and shorts to something a bit cleaner and a bit more formal, “I am going to go to the Je’daii Templar’s High Council and then go to the ACU. I want you to stay here, where you are safe.”

Lady Mairead stayed silent for a few seconds, before finally answering, “okay, be careful.”

“Ain’t I always,” Revan said, looking at her with a grin while putting a button-down shirt on over the tank-top he put on a few seconds prior.

He put his buttoned his pants and ran out the door and down the stairs. He informed one of the Livgarginn soldiers standing guard to get a driver and some guards, with a convoy. After a few minuets, the driver, guards, and the convoy arrived. He hopped in the Frynchell and they rode to the Je’daii Templar’s Grand Temple.


The Je’daii Templar Grand Temple, Llanfair
4:10 A.M., September 11, 2021 A.D.

The Je’daii High-Council members was informed prior to the Unchel Brennus’ arrival and was waiting or him in the Council Chamber, when the Unchel Brennus entered the room, let in by a Temple Sentinel.

“Councilors of the High-Council, I wish that we could be meeting under different circumstances,” the Unchel Brennus said, “but we are meeting now. As some or all of you may know, the armories throughout the High Confederation have exploded. I wish for you all to investigate with the ACU.”

Grand Master Yule Kyhalker then spoke, “we will investigate this with the ACU.”

“Thank you all.”

The Unchel Brennus left, going back to the Frynchell and went to the Hexagon.


The Hexagon, Llanfair
4:38 A.M., September 11, 2021 A.D.

The Unchel Brennus and his guards arrived at the Hexagon and was taken into an underground bunker, one safe from any and all bombs, imagined or even tested. He arrived into the meeting room with the highest ranking members of the ACU.

“Mornin’ lady and gentlemen,” the Unchel Brennus greeted.

“Good morning, your highness,” they all greeted.

“I trust you all was brought up on the situation?”

“Aye sir,” they all replied.

“Spy Master Ceangal, since you are the head of the ACU, will the ACU help investifate this with the Je’daii Templar?”

“Yes sir, we will,” the Spy Master replied.

“Good, I’ll leave you all to it. You all will have the High Military at your disposal, if necessary. I must prepare to inform and update the nation on this.”

The Unchel Brennus left the Hexagon to go back to his palace, while the ACU contacted the Je’daii Templar High Council.


The Unchel Palas
5:09 A.M., September 11, 2021 A.D.

Revan arrived to the Palace safely. Immediately after exiting the Frynchell, Lady Mairead, Lady Nandag, Lady Cadilynia, and Captain Ahearn welcomed him back, with him informing them of what happened and what is happening now. Them women, all of whom was terrified, all of the noble women glad that they decided to stay at the Unchel Palase for a few more weeks, hugged him, with them crying as Revan attempted to comfort them. After a few seconds, he informed them that he needs to go to his office to work on a speech and to keep an eye on the investigation.


9:00 A.M., September 11, 2021 A.D.

In the front lawn of the Unchel Palas, many reports, including the famous Gráinne Droit, stood or sat, waiting on the Unchel Brennus to address the nation. They all spoke to each-other about what they expect that the Unchel Brennus would speak about and about what happened. They all went quiet as the Unchel Brennus stepped up to the podium, wearing the suit he put on earlier that morning. Everyone immediately went to their chairs and waited for what he would say.

After a brief moment of silence, the Unchel Brennus began to speak, “Osiyo to the people of Dalbernia. As you all may have heard that at 2:20 A.M. this morning, Llanfair time, that bombs had exploded throughout the nation. The armories of all militaries was targeted and destroyed. All of the soldiers that was stationed at those was lost. No citizens was killed. Many had small radiation burns, or was injured from the projectiles. I send my prayers to the friends and families of everyone who was lost. As well as send prayers to the people, as well as their friends and families, of all who was injured. I have been told that all of the civilians that was or live near the blast sites was evacuated. They are still in quarantine until they are free of radiation and are healed from any injures that they may have sustained.”

The Unchel Brennus paused to drink some cold water, with many noticing his hands shaking.

He cleared his throat before continuing, “it is not known who is behind this attack at this time. It is being investigated by the Je’daii Templar and the Asiantaeth Cudd-wybodaeth Unchel, ACU for short. They will find who done and who is behind the terrorist attacks and justice will be served.”

The Unchel Brennus looked down at his notes, swallowing and began to look like he may collapse, before continuing, “one of the possible reasons that the date was chosen, was due to it being the eighth anniversary of my father’s pa-”

He began to choke up and cry, before stopping agter a few seconds, “passing.”

He took a sip before asking, “is there any questions?”

He stood there for a few minuets, no one raising a hand.

He ended the speech with “thank you all for coming” and stepped down.


The Royal Cemetery, Three miles from Llanfair
11:13 A.M., September 11, 2021 A.D.

From outside of the cemetery, there was nothing but grass and rolling, green hills for nearly three miles in most directions.

Revan stood surrounded by some of his close friends and his body guards, standing in-front of his father’s grave, which is in-front of a large statue of him.

“Leave me for a bit,” Revan requested of the others.

They all looked at each-other before going to the entrance, where the vehicles is parked. After a few seconds, Revan dropped to his knees.

“I don’t know what to do,” he said, crying, “I have no clue what to do. First the Constitutional Convention and now this. I wish you were here. Heck none of this would have happened if you was here. I keep messing everthing up. This is my fault,” Revan paused for a minuet before continuing, “Father, I love you and I miss you.”

He then put the flowers on his father’s grave, got up, and went back to the group. The Graveyard Guard that was posted near there marched back to his post. The groups went to the Unchel Palas, with Revan staying silent the entire time, with his head facing down.


The High Confederate Armory in Roifain
1:05 P.M., September 11, 2021 A.D.

“It’s been a very long day today,” Private Third Class Africanus Bowen thought to himself, “heck, that doesn’t even come close to saying how long it feels… wait, what is that?”


He went to a small tree and saw something white on it. He grabbed it from the branches and read it. He noticed it was in a language he could not read. He took I tto his commanding officer, Major Claudius Couch.

“Sir, I found this. I don’t know the language, but it could be in Lateen.”

The Major took the paper and began to read it.

“Great find private, good job,” the Major told the Private.

“Thank you sir.”

Major Couch dismissed him and went to his radio.

“General Collins, we found something that is important for the investigation,” he said, before translating the paper.


A Small Wooden House on the Outskirts of Dùn Èideann
5:00 P.M., September 11, 2021 A.D.

The wooden door is kicked-in. 20 soldiers from the High Military storms into the building. After they cleared the first room, gunshots ring out. They were being shot at by men in all-black. A firefight began, with the whole platoon, numbering 50 men, and the rest of the other platoon began to surround the house, making an escape near-impossible.

After a half-hour, the gunshots die down. All of the ambushers was killed, with no-one of the High Military being lost. The search is continued until the house was thoroughly searched. Anything and everything found was sent to the A.C.U. to be looked through.


The Hexagon
8:00 P.M., September 11, 2021 A.D.

After the evidence arrived to the Hexagon, a group of ten Jed’aii Templars took the boxes into the large conference room to be looked over and studied. After a few hours, it was discovered that the bombings was done by an unknown group, which was all but confirmed prior. They allow the searching of more evidence in the house to continue.

[Furbish Islands]

████████████, ██████
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
████████, Friday, 24 September 2021

The road and compound it lead to was covered by giant trees, making them completely invisible to spy satellites. As far as all but a handful of individuals working for the government and Furbish Secret Service were concerned, neither the road nor the compound existed, the area was nothing more than a nature reserve nearly untouched by humans. A fence stood around it, but there was much more security to make sure no one stumbled inside. Some gates existed along the fence, all of them only able to be accessed from unpaved roads which were also heavily guarded. These checkpoints existed in all nature reserves, allowing agents tasked with protecting the reserves to enter.

A small convoy of armored all terrain vehicles turned to one checkpoint, where the IDs of drivers were checked. The gate opened, allowing them to turn to the unpaved road. The agents inside felt a drastic shift in the road quality, though it was nothing the suspension of the vehicles could not handle. It did not take long for them to reach the next checkpoint, where the vehicles came to a complete stop. Agents boarded to scan IDs and fingerprints of every agent, and waved x-ray wands. This was a process all were used to, as it was required to enter any Furbish Secret Service buildings, from the Capital Diſtrict to facilities buried in the jungle. As the vehicles were cleared, the gate opened and the vehicles entered, quickly disappearing into the jungle.

Watching from the window of her truck, which was in the back, Agent ███████ could barely make out a hill from the tree line, on top of which the compound stood. It had a flat roof, and only one story from the top of the hill. Some more parts of the building extended to the foot of the hill, and likely much deeper underground. The vehicles entered a garage at the foot, after the drivers’ IDs were scanned again. Once inside the garage, more agents boarded to search the vehicles, and only after they were cleared the passengers were able to leave. Agent ███████ has been inside that building before, but she took another moment to look around at the size of the garage and assortment of vehicles inside. Some had mechanics working at them or agents boarding. The walls, floor, and ceiling were nothing more than concrete, but the inside was well lit. Signs were all over the walls and ceiling, mostly pointing out exits and warning people to be careful around vehicles.

“Do you have an assignment?”

The voice startled would have startled most, but after her training, Agent ███████ only calmly turned around, seeing a mechanic pushing a cart with tools, making his rounds around the garage floor. “Yes. I brought a gift to Tim Dayton.” she said.

The mechanic nodded, taking his radio and calling for two more agents. “They will be here shortly.” he said, not turning as he inspected the vehicle. To maintain operational security, FSS agents were not supposed to talk about the details of their mission to people they were not specifically allowed to, even other FSS agents, outside small coded phrases that will only be understood by those who were meant to understand them. █████ ████████ was not a real name, and bringing a gift could have meant multiple things depending on the context, but the mechanic knew Agent ███████ had important documents in her vehicle.

Two agents eventually arrived, and being allowed to enter the vehicle guarded by more agents after saying some more code phrases. They entered, picking up a metal wheelie bin holding important documents. “You know where to go?” one asked to Agent ███████.

“I do.”Agent ███████ replied. After a long pause of looking around, she asks “Where is the elevator?”

The agents point out several, and the three make their way towards one. Agent ███████ pressed the button. The elevator door screeched as it opened, showing the small elevator which the agents boarded. After scanning IDs and fingerprints, Agent ███████ pressed one button. The door screeched again as it closed, then the pulleys screeched as they slowly lowered the elevator to a lower floor. The doors screeched again as they opened to a long concrete corridor. The agents carefully navigated the maze, until reaching the right door. The agents left the secure document bin and turned, leaving Agent ███████ alone to open the door and carry it inside the room, where several agents were already standing.

“Glad you were able to make it here safely.” said the agent in the middle as the door closed.

“Brought the documents.” said Agent ███████.

Another agent walked to the bin and entered the combinations of several padlocks. He took out the top folder, quickly looking through, then placed it on the table, leaving it open to a picture of the premier of the United Nations of Kagu.

“Premier Leo Makarov, what a fucking idiot.” said the man in the middle. All agents around him laughed. “Seriously though, he’s saying in his letter that he will protect our own allies against us, then says the videos the FSA released were fake.” said the agent, “As if we’re supposed to believe that bullshit. Trust me, if the FSA were to fake this we’d get videos better than ones taken from shitty cameras rigged on sunglasses, and would involve them saying much much worse.”

As the agent agents around laughed, the bin was emptied. Its contents included █████████████ ████████, ██████ ███████████████ ██████████████, █████ ████████████████ ███ ██, ████ ███, ███████, plane███████ to ████████ via █████████████████, ██████ Kagu ███████████, ████████ ██████ worth of cash in ████████, █████████████, ████████████████ ███████████ ████, ████████ suicide █████, ███████gun███ ██████████, and ████ ████ █████.

“I am glad we can trust you on this mission.” he said, looking at Agent ███████, as she polished her handgun.

---

Akas Studio, Boſton
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Eveniŋ, Friday, 24 September 2021

Karl Tucker sat in his studio, recording his nightly segment in Akas News, the fourth most viewed news channel in The Furbish Islands. “Moving on, just today as relations further deteriorate between the United Provinces and the United Nations of Kagu, a nightly radio show aired earlier today went viral. It featured a doctor in psychology comparing the Furbish government to a spoiled child and saying modern Furbish living standards are a bad thing.” he began, “Joining us to further discuss this is University of Boston professor of political science and international relations, and adviser to several politicians including former stadtholder Fletcher van Peterson, Doctor Robbert-Jan Lomes. Thank you for joining us, it is an honor having you here tonight.”

To viewers, the face of Lomes appeared on their screens beside Tucker as he said his last sentence, as Lomes tuned in from his office. A small Furbish flag was visible in the background, on top of his large bookshelf. “Thank you for having me.” said Lomes.

“As you know, a Kaguan radio broadcast went viral over Furbish social media within hours.” said Tucker, “And most seemed to treat it as a joke.”

“This is likely the reason it went viral. With all due respect to their doctor, he should have stayed in his field.” said Lomes, then he and Tucker laughed. “A country is much more complicated than a single person. You simply can’t take knowledge about how one person acts then apply it to an entire government, made up of many people who think much more differently than the average person, partly due to the stress of being in such a high stakes position.” continued Lomes, “Something which was picked up on, and partly why it became such a massive joke.”

“What do you have to say on the doctor’s comparison of the United Provinces to a six year old child he has worked with?” Tucker asked.

“First, I would like to say that while I am no expert in psychology or child development, I am sure a doctor in this field would know better than to jump to any conclusion other than the kid’s parents being sixteen years old.” said Lomes. He and Tucker laughed again. “At that age I had only been dating my first girlfriend for a few months and was not even sure what I wanted to do with my life. And let me tell you, as a father of three, if one of your kids starts causing enough problems that you start crying to a psychologist, a doctor in the field should know their problems go much deeper than a single toy.” Lomes laughed, “Now as I said before, countries are much more different and complex than individuals, but he also had events wrong. I do not like pointing fingers at one side as that is counterproductive, but only one country has pointed guns at world leaders, hurled larger insults at the world stage, and violated the sovereignty of its neighbors. What the Furbish government did was only reactions to the Kaguans. What is concerning, however, is that despite this evidence the opposite view is held across the pond. They point guns and say they don’t want war, throw sanctions and get angry we do the same, of course, their guarantee to protect our own allies from us, guarantees our allies rejected, after the UNK violated their sovereignty. They then wonder why Attancia and the Dodo Republic choose closer relations to us than their supposed guardian.”

“The last point which you bring up is a good thing to think about. Why do they promise to protect their neighbors from our allies?”

“Pan Kaguism is the name of their belief. It is simply modern day imperialism. There is no other reason for why they are are treating their neighbors as if they were a part of them, despite said neighbors being independent from mainland Kagu throughout all of their histories.”

“Going back to their earlier point about the United Provinces being spoiled children, what do you have to say about them saying the higher quality of life in the United Provinces being a bad thing?”

“First, I would like to say that the doctor’s claim is false. Poverty and income inequality are still problems the government is combating. Anyway, kids these days have not known true suffering is something many from older generations or foreign countries say about us, but I strongly disagree with the point they are making. There are two types of people, those who suffered and think everyone else should or that no one should. Seeing the horrors of the second republic and the great war, our leaders decided they wanted a better Furbish Islands for their children, so they took it upon themselves to create drastic reforms, which were not easy to implement or popular but in the present day have seen great benefits. Of course you see younger generations being mocked for making big deals of things that are small in the end, but our people are living longer and able to spend more time enjoying life, now that they don’t have to worry about food not being on their plate or them being murdered by advancing armies. You need to be a special kind of sociopath to say this is a bad thing.”

“What would you say the likelihood of war is, and who do you expect will win?”

“I do not think a war is happening in the near future. Neither side wants it, which you can also tell in their contradictions. In that same broadcast, the doctor said that Kaguans do not want war but will defeat us easily, and said that we are cowards but also warmongers, which is telling about the confusion that exists there. War is only happening if they continue the escalation. As for who will win, this depends on many different factors and is almost impossible to predict now. As said in the broadcast, morale matters, though it does not seem like a country facing perpetual war for over a century has much of it. And unlike what the broadcast implied, being on the cutting edge matters too. You can have all the morale in the world but you won’t stop a tank with your pistol. Finally, it does not seem the UNK has the smartest intelligence department, considering they believe the Furbish navy is building kilometer long battleships. That claim sounded so ridiculous I needed to look that up, and the only evidence is a video from the dark web of a supposed cabinet meeting, which also said that a government official who was not fired will be fired, and the Furbish government sought an alliance with the United Nations of Kagu.”

“We are running low on time, and have time for one more question. What is one thing you wish to say to the citizens of the United Nations of Kagu following these events?”

“That is a good question.” said Lomes, as he paused for a moment, “On behalf of all Furbishmen, I wish to say that none of us want conflict between our people, and we know that none of you do too. We are not racial supremacists who want to conquer the world. If you want any proof of that, the 25 person cabinet has native speakers of 15 different languages, some spoken in the continent of Kagu.”

“Once again we thank you for joining us tonight, Dr. Lomes.” said Tucker.

“Thank you for inviting me here.” said Lomes.

---

Boſton
Ðe United Provinces and Territories of Ðe Furbiſh Iſlands
Eveniŋ, Sunday, 26 September 2021

Ivan Maslica, the host of Laſt Week ToniȜt Wiþ Ivan Maslica, sat in his studio recording another episode of his late night comedy show, aired live every Sunday night, going over the news of the last week and having a main segment, mixed in his with jokes.

“Now our main story tonight is fake news, the thing voted true by dipshit uncle quarterly.” said Maslica. The audience laughed.

“Now as many of you know, there was a complete joke of a radio broadcast aired in the United Nations of Kagu last Friday. There, a child psychologist claimed that the Furbish government acts like a spoiled child because the UNK refused to submit to them, mixed in with other bullshit claims, which, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Akas News did a good job at debunking.” said Maslica, “Let’s have a listen.”

Several clips played from the interview aired on Akas on Friday, where the doctor debunked all claims made on the radio broadcast.

“That right there is doctor Robbert-Jan Lomes, a PhD and professor in political science and international relations, and an adviser to several politicians, including several Liberal Union leaders, one of then being their current leader, Floris Hutters.” said Maslica, “He made several good points about how this was false, which as he said evidence for existed, yet Kaguan social media fucking fell for it. They also fell for premier Leo Marakov’s letter, which said FSA videos released one week ago were faked, which is difficult to believe for a number of reasons, including the fact that you were right fucking there, some images from the incident were released by RT, and your embassy already began to be evacuated following the visit, as if they knew they were getting kicked out.”

“Tonight, we are going to discuss fake news, why people fall for it, and what can be done to see what is fake news or not.” said Maslica, first talking about more examples of fake news, and later in the show said “Now as for why people fall for them, there is a few reasons, one being confirmation bias. Going back to the Kaguan broadcast, a key reason so many fell for it is because of nationalism. Their people are brainwashed to believe that their country can do nothing wrong, so when they are presented evidence of the contrary, they dismiss it, and when given evidence that proves their point, even if it is made up they fall for it. If you look at events from an objective lens, of course their officials were not given the best treatment during their visit, although it could be argued for their human rights abuses they deserve this, but even then, do they deserve this shit?”

The now famous picture of Hutters standing beside an aide waving a flag was shown.

At the very end of the show, after Maslica spent time discussing more examples of fake news, he said “Now finally, I wish to appeal to all Kaguans. To help you decide what is and is not fake news, we have created realkaguannews.co.fe, which gives you tips on how to decide for yourself, as well as headlines and if they are real or fake. The sex tape of me? Fake. The sex tape of your premier? Also fake. Your premier admitting in front of Hutters that your government spends tax dollars making fake sex tapes. That is real.”

As he said that, some pictures were shown with giant text saying if they are real or fake, and Maslica continued listing more headlines, as the audience laughed and cheered.

[Celtterra]

The Unchel Palas
9:55 A.M., September 12, 2021 A.D.

The Unchel Brennus sat at his desk, drinking a Clwyd Cardinal (a drink that is mixed with cherry, sarsaparilla, and a cherry-flavored soda).

“This doesn’t taste great,” he thought, “but it does help me stay up, in case if I am needed.”

He has received calls from multiple world leaders, including his cousin, Adrian Idenburg, the one true and rightful emperor of Logar. The ACU only recently told him about the situation in Logar, out of fear that if he found out himself, he would go to war to put Adrian on the throne.

“I wouldn’t want to go to war, unless if it was necessary. I agree that Adrian needed a break, but he could have, probably, chosen a better regent.”

Revan took out his papers to look over the numbers again. Out of the 600,000 soldiers deployed to the armories as guards, all of them from the High Military, all was confirmed to be casualties.

“Thank God that no civilians was killed or injured,” he thought, “wish there was no casualties in-general.”

He took another sip from his glass.

“Who could have done this,” he thought, “I know there is some groups who wish to see another form of government, but they seem too small to pull something like this off. I doubt the High Clans done this, or, at least, I pray they didn’t.”


An Unknown Location in the Middle of the Woods
10:00 A.M., September 12, 2021 A.D.

“Who ordered the bombing,” demanded one of the cloaked clan members.

Everyone claimed they didn’t and an argument started, until another figure walked into the room. The figure was the same as before, in all-black robes. Behind them was one with dark-gray robes.

“I ordered the attack. I, also, gave them a clue, if you will,” said the figure in black, “it will lead to nothing.”

“Who is the person behind you,” asked one of the Clan Chiefs.

“That will be the person who will rule as my puppet, as to give Dalbernians some belief that they are independent, once this is over.”

“What is our next move,” asked another Chief.

“We will rally all of the groups that wish to overthrow the government to our side, in secret. We will promise them some land to form their own nations in-return, just to betray them at the last second.”

“And what of the Coalition,” asked another Chief.

“They will join once the time is right. I will see to it personally.”

The two figures left the room, with the cloaked clan chiefs following soon after.


The Press Room of the Unchel Palas
11:15 A.M., September 12, 2021 A.D.

Revan exited the room, after delivering another speech about the situation that started the day prior, when Lady Mairead came up to him.

“You should look into hiring a Press Secretary. It may help and would allow you to focus on other problems. Perhaps even allow you to take slight naps,” suggests the young Lady.

Revan was silent for a few seconds before replying, “you are right. Any suggestions?”

“How about Miss Gráinne Droit? I know you two have a history, that may make it easier for you two to work together,” she suggested.

“I’ll see if she is interested.”


Office of the Unchel Brennus, Unchel Palas
12:20 P.M., September 12, 2021 A.D.

The Unchel Brennus called Miss Droit to talk to her personally in his office. She arrived after a half-hour.

“Siyo Miss Droit. Glad you could come,” greeted the Unchel Brennus.

“Same here. What was it you wanted to see me about,” asked the young reporter.

“I wanted to see if you were interested in becoming my Press Secretary. It would allow me to focus on the current situations with the investigation and the Constitutional Convention.”

“I would be honored.”

“That is great! Any idea when you will be able to start?”

“Probably tomorrow Bleu.”

“That is great, I will see you then.”

She left the office while Revan stayed in his chair. He grabbed the paper near him and began to read the updates on the investigation.

“The culprits are unknown,” he read.


An Unknown Location in the Middle of the Woods
11:25 P.M., September 12, 2021 A.D.

“It is done,” reported on of the cloaked chiefs, “they agreed to begin once the signal is given.”

“Good said the black figure.

“When do you wish for us to start,” asked one of the other cloaked chiefs.

“I will let you all know on the day of,” replied the black figure.

[Greater Niagara]

Operation Royal Eagle: Part One
Collaboration with Vostochnyye Ravniny.

King Matthew III, Sovereign of Greater Niagara, sitting at a desk in Bennington Palace. He takes a deep breath, nods to the cameraman, and begins to speak.

"Citizens of Greater Niagara. As you know, I am your King. I speak to you today, of the end of corruption, of anarchy.

"The Lord had given my family the rule of our great nation. But the Parliament, the House of Commons, has defiled this with false ideals of 'Rule by the people.' This ideas, which come from the devil, have corrupted the Kingdom."

"As of such, I, with God on our side, hereby declare that the House of Commons be indefinitely dissolved, and that Prime Minister Mayhew's government is suspended in favour of the Privy Council ruling in the interim."

"I also hereby call the Armed Forces to fulfill their oaths to the Crown, to suppress any attempt by traitors and rebels to end this new era of God-Given rule."

----

Victoria, 'The Hexagon'
25-09-2021
11:15AM

NRF Communications Operator #1: "General Andrew, the Palace Called..."

NRF Gen. Max Andrew: "What did they asked officer ?"

NRF Communications Officer #1: "If we are loyal to the Crown"

NRF Gen. Max Andrew: "Send the Following to the King: 'The General Max Andrew of the I. Niagaran Republican Army, Provisional President of the Niagaran Republic, Demmands the total rendition of the court of the deposed King Matthew the Third, if no compliance is showed, you will face total anhiliation'.

NRF Communications officer #1: "Right Away sir".

The Ultimatum was sent at 11:20, the NRF gave 1 hour to the court to comply.

----

11:15 AM

Royal Niagaran Navy Division
"The Hexagon"

A clock ticked in Admiral Hamish Alexander's office. He was silent, the only other noise in the room was the sound of Alexander occasionally sipping from his coffee mug beside him. As he was thinking over the events that had just occurred, a young Lieutenant barged into the room.

"Admiral! Admiral! You need to see-"
"I know, son. I know." He replied, referencing the seizure of power by the King.
"And our response, sir?" The lieutenant inquiried, as a Navy Marine entered the room.
"Tell the Palace we stand with the King."
"Aye sir." The lieutenant tried to leave the room, but was stopped by the Marine putting a gun to his head.

"Admiral Alexander, on the authority of the Provisional President of the Niagaran Republic, you will not send this messa-"

The sound of a gun firing rang out in the room, and the Marine fell to the floor, dead. Admiral Alexander lowered the pistol he had been hiding under the desk. He got up quickly, grabbing his Navy Visor Cap, and said to the lieutenant, badly shaken, "Get out, now. Organize any we Royalists you can and ron-de-vous at Point Lawrence."

The young officer nodded quickly, and ran out.

----

Meanwhile...

11:20AM, Moskva, KGB's Kremlin Antenna.

A Communications officer of the antenna was surveying the communications of the Niagarans when he started to ear that the Niagaran Republican Front rose up.

The Officer rushed into the office of his superior: KGB Spymaster Andrei Madeov.

"Sir, it's happening" said a stressed communications officer.

The Spymaster took a deep breath and replied, "Send the Orders to the Units: they are to be ready when the King's Demmands help... And make it sure it's on a Encrypted Channel: we don't want the Korai, the FSA or a other Intelligence agency to be aware of the situation".

The Communications officer ran towards his station and started to transmit the following message:

'ALL-PERSONNEL-ARE-TO-REGROUP-AND-AWAIT-FURTHER-ORDERS-OD.789-IN-EFFECT'

5 Minutes later the Vostoian Garnisons in Niagara would receive this transmission.

----

12:15 PM
Bennington Palace
Victoria

A dozen tanks of the NRF break through the defensive cordon set up by the King's Guard. Leading the charge is Lieutenant-General Michaul Granderson, the newly appointed Vice-president of the Niagaran Republic.

Inside the Palace

"Your Majesty! Tanks have broken through our defensive line and are headed for the palace!" A Guard yelled, running towards the King. "We need you to leave, now."

"I cannot leave, not in this time of crisis," Matthew replied. "Not while our hold on the nation is weak."

Matthew walks over to a decorative table, and dialing the old fashioned phone which was disguised as just for show. In reality it was a direct line to the Premier of the United Nations of Kagu.

The phone rang in the Kremlin Premier's Office.

The Premier responded to the Phone call, Premier Makarov took a deep breath and asked: "Is it Time ?" whilst gesturing to a KGB Operator to give the order to deploy.

"Indeed. We need assistance immediately. Republican tanks have pierced our defensive perimeter around the Palace."

The KGB Operator returned to the Premier's office and confirmed that the Order was Given.

The Premier took a deep breath and responded: "Godspeed Matthew, the Armies of St.George are coming" he then hanged the phone and ran towards the Operations Room of the Kremlin.

As he said that, on the Greater Niagaran Royal Military Radio, a Transmission was emitted: "This is Grand General of the Red Army Makarian Androkov, state your locations and level of enemy engagement over".

"Thank you, Mr Premier."

Matthew runs back to the officers commanding the defence.

"We don't need to worry, Kagu is coming! Contact the Royalist forces and alert them to the Vostonian intervention."

----

Corner of 24th Avenue and Bloor Street
Victoria

General Gregory Malkor, commanding the defence of Victoria, looks up at the communication officer as he runs to the command post.

"Sir, communique from the Vostonians!"

"Let me see it," the general barked. Reading the dispatch, he cheered as he read the news.

"Tell them we are at the corner of 24th and Bloor, and tell them to hurry the hell up! We got trouble incoming."

The trouble he was referring to was the oncoming rush of Republican MBT's coming to crush the Royalists.

The Grand General sent a Reply back: "Roger, Friendly CAS incoming: ETA 3 Minutes"

Two minutes after, 4 Ka-50 Anti-Tank Attack Helicopters arrived at the corner of 24th and started doing Attack Runs. Disabling tanks after tanks.

A minutes after, the Helicopters were sent to the Palace to help in the Defense. On the Radio, a MiG-27M Pilot Annouced: "This is Vulture One, 30mm Barrage Incoming on 24th".

The MiG-27M aligned himself with the street, and started his gun run: killing dozens of enemies.

Seconds after, we could ear the Grand General on the Radio, "This is Sokol-One, Royal Dawn, Royal Dawn... Asses the Enemy positions and relay them over radio... For the Palace defense units, a flight of 4 Mi-24D Hind Are Aproaching with Spetsnaz Teams... ETA 3 Minutes..."

At the Royal Palace, helicopters drop additional Niagaran soldiers to aid the defence.

"Sokol-One, this is General Malkor, how are you?"

The Grand General Laughed over the Radio "Join the Infantry they Said! Visit the World and Fight for your country! Alright! " he replied.

"Ha! Well, thanks for your help. Now we need to push forward to the harbour, to get your reinforcements in."

"The Port is already under our control" The Typical 'BRRRRT' of a 30mm could be heard on the radio, "Gimme a second... WHO THE F*CK FIRED THE CIWIS ? What do you mean? I can't hear you come closer!" the Grand General said.

After a Brief instant after the last transmission the General then said over the Radio, "It seems that the NRF has planes".

"What the f*ck! How did they get those?" General Malkor yelled into the microphone. His voice was also drown out by a Niagaran C-RAM.

The Grand General could barely hear Malkor he replied, "I don't know" BRRRT "The..." BRRRT "Giz Louise..." BRRRT "CALM THE F*CK DOWN AND USE THE SHILKA INSTEAD FOR" BRRRT "SAKE".

"Well, we-" BRRRT "What the hell! I'm talking! Anyways, I count several dozen presumably Republican F-14s in the sky. What you guys got in the air?" General Malkor replied.

"Well we-" BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT "and a half" the Grand General Replied.

"What?" Malkor asked. "You got cut of by the-" BRRRRT "-ing CWIS." Malkor replied.

The General took a deep breath before going outside to see the hell was happening: the CIWIS was used in direct fire mode by his troops beacsue NRF elements were trying to seize the port. The NRF Elements were doing a Human Wave Offensive to breach the Northern Gate.

Two BMP-2M arrived at the northern gate and started unloading their ordonances on the enemies charging. The Infantry on site were fighting as the best they could.

The General ran back inside and said over the radio: "This is Sokol-One, we have enemies trying to breach the Northern entry to the Port, we need Artillery support and Sector D-4"

Seconds after, someone responded: "This is Rear-Admiral of the Fleet Peter Nielsen, commander of the Battleship KNS Moskva, Roger that, Heavy Artillery Barrage and Missile Barrage incoming".

The Barrage from offshore derailed the NRF offensive on the port giving time to the General to Answer Malkor over the Radio, "I was saying that we have Fighters Scrambling from our carriers offshore to intercept the NRF Planes".

"Excellent! And was that battleship guns I just heard?" Malkor replied. "Anyways, we got a dozen Royalist tanks headed your way for support."

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HMS Folkston
Royal Niagaran Navy Shipyard and Harbour Facility
12:30 PM

Admiral Hamish Alexander ran to the harbour, where the closest ship, the HMS Vincent Islands, a destroyer, was docked. Saluting the officer by the boarding ramp, he jogged up the ramp and into the ship.

Inside the flag bridge, looking at the master display, he gazed out over the naval situation.

"Admiral, it appears that the destroyers Gloucester and Yorkshire have sided with the NRF, along with several patrol craft and a submarine," said Commander Shepard, CO of the destroyer.

Where are they headed? Admiral Alexander inquiried.

"It appears they are splitting up, with one destroyer and several patrol craft moving towards the Vostonian fleet. Meanwhile, the other half is headed towards us." Shepard replied.

"And our ETA with our carriers?"

"We are expecting them to arrive within-"

"Missile launch!" The voice of the tactical officer yelled. " Two Harpoon missiles incoming from Northwest, 100 m/s, estimate 22 seconds to impact, mark!"

The sound of a Sea Viper missile launching to intercept could be heard from the bridge.

"One target down!" The tax officer yelled. "Target 2 in ten seconds, CWIS active."

The telltale "BRRRVVVVVVVVVVVVT" was loud even from the bridge.

"Target two destroyed!" The tax officer shouted. "Shall we launch retaliatory strikes?"

"Yes, and get me on the comms," Admiral Alexander replied. Moving to the comms desk, he said, "Vostonian fleet, this is Admiral Alexander of the Royal Niagaran Navy. Be aware, multiple Niagaran Republican vessels heading your way, other NRF vessels have launched strikes at our ships."

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KNS Kirov (Kirov Class Battlecruiser, 1st KN Naval Squadron of Niagara)

12:30PM

At the Bridge, everyone were focused on their job. Suddenly, talks on the Radio about NRF Vessels exiting port to engage the Fleet were been heard.

The Captain of the KNS Kirov, Mikhail Andropov, received the order from the Flagship KNS Moskva to fire at the Incoming vessels.

The Captain started shouting orders, "Gunners, Acquire Target: 4 to 8 OPFOR Vessels, 1 submersible confirmed".

It took 12 seconds to acquire the targets on the radar, the Gunner then said "Captain: Surface Ships Targeted. Nothing on the Sonar".

The Captain then ordered: "ASM, Full Salvo! On my command... FIRE!". The Gunner locked the surface vessels on radar and fired at the Vessels: 10 Anti-Ship Missiles were lunched.

The Captain Took his binoculars, as the Missiles were leaving their silos, the Gunner annouced: "ETA 30 Seconds!".

Aboard the NRS Republica (Niagaran Republican Ship)
12:30 PM

"Incoming! 10 ASM's estimated 22 seconds to impact, mark!" A NRF tactical officer yelled.
"Ready AA defence!" The ships captain yelled. The CWIS began its loud whine whilst the AA missiles began to fire. One missile, two, three, four were shot down, but that wasn't enough. 3 missiles struck the destroyer, and 2 more hit the patrol craft. One of the missiles struck the forward magazine of the destroyer, and it blew the ship in two.

NRS Ventor

12:32 PM

"Torpedo incoming! ETA 30 seconds!"

The torpedo struck the submarine, severely damaging it's nuclear propulsion system. In response, it fired a torpedo, although it went off course from the Kirov.

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KNS Kirov
12:33PM

"Confirmed hit on the Submarine Captain! Not Sink but confirmed hit!" Shouted the Sonar Operator.

The Captain looked surprised, he then asks to the operator: "What type of Submarine Sailor ?"

The Operator replied: "Nuclear Porpulsion Suspected Sir".

The Captain laughed, he then ordered: "Fire 4 More!"

"4 underway sir!" the Sonar Operator Shouted, "ETA 20 Seconds".

The Captain then gave a order over the Ship Radio: "Damage Control Teams... Deploy and expect Torpedo Strike!"

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NRS Ventor

12:34 PM

"More torpedoes incoming! Brace, Brace, Brace!"

The four torpedoes hit various parts of the ship. The submarine, facing too much structural damage, and explodes.

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HMS Vincent Islands

12:34 PM

"Admiral! The sub is dead in the water!"

"Excellent." Admiral Hamish Alexander replies quietly. However, he didn't cheer with the others, instead closing his eyes in pain, knowing that even the other day they would all be allies with the Republicans.

"Admiral Alexander? Our Carriers have arrived!" Hamish's aide said. Getting up, he looked over at the radar, and his hope grew as 2 Queen Victoria-Class Aircraft Carriers, followed closely behind by a Lion-Class battleships, built in the 1940's and updated with cruise missiles, CWIS, and modernized shell complement.

----

After these engagements, the joint Niagaran and Vostonian fleets blockaded the Victoria Harbour to keep NRF vessels out. Meanwhile, Republican counteroffensives were becoming more and more intensive.

[Celtterra]

The Office of the Unchel Brennus
7:00 A.M., September 13, 2021 A.D.

Revan sat back in his chair.

“All modern tanks and equipment has been lost,” he thought, “hopefully Colt, Mustang, and the others will be able to make everything within a timely manner. Thank God it was only the army of each military that was effected.”

He then got up and exited the room.


The Probert Tailor Emporium, Dùn Èideann
11:00 P.M., September 13, 2021 A.D.

The Unchel Brennus stood in one of the several private rooms with his old friend, Royal Tailor, and owner of the establishment, Sean Probert.

“Thanks for seeing me on short notice,” said Revan, “my old cape has holes from wear-and-tear as-well-as my dogs and dodos chewing on it. There was a toy rope under it, apparently.”

“It’s no problem, your highness. I had nothing going on,” said the tailor.

“Has business been slow?”

“Yes, your highness.”

“I miss when we were younger and we practiced dueling with wooden swords. Do you miss those days?”

“Yes.”

The tailor finished measuring, then they agreed on a design before Revan left.

[Celtterra]

The Hier Residence, Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch
9:20 A.M., September 14, 2021 A.D.

Biddy Hier’s husband was at work and her son at school. She began to wash dishes from their breakfast. As so there would be some noise in the background, she turned on the television. As she finished drying the dishes, she heard a voice form the T.V. saying a speech, before hearing “prepare for war”. She stopped what she was doing and ran to the T.V., and rewind it to see the entire thing. The person on the television was High Chief Aidan Ainsley.

“To the Unchel Brennus and his supporters. It has become clear that the Unchel Brennus is attempting to tyrannize the entirety of Dalbernia by ridding the clans of their powers. We hear-by declare that we will rise and end this tyranny, to save the High Confederation. We have decided to make the former High Queen, Kimbra Scardonet the new leader of this Confederation. Unchel Brennus Revan III, prepare for war.”


The Hexagon
10:00 A.M., September 14, 2021 A.D.

The Unchel Brennus entered the war room while the others was standing at attention.

“I already gave the order for the Provisional Military to be on standby,” said the Unchel Brennus, “I told them yesterday of the unifying of the High Military and the Confederate Military. How many people are with them and how many do we have?”

“Well sir,” said General Michael Collins, “they have 50 different kings and lords with them. Specifically the Kingdoms of Geveen, Rand, Yurkanne, Quotsigala, Thalad, and Talasal. As for their manpower, we believe they have over 9 million soldiers and military-age adults. We have 2,990,000 soldiers with, granted, older equipment we have outside of armories; while 17,950,000 soldiers currently with little-to-no equipment. Thankfully, you have already contacted the suppliers and they have begun producing all of the equipment we need. Hopefully no-one will be requesting anything relating to military supplies for a while, since it will take 5 months for the entirety of our forces to have equipment, if use the slaves and serfs, and another 8 months to have a comfortable surplus. Though it is possible for us to do it all within 5 months, if we build temporary factories to build more equipment. I would suggest against mobilization due to this. As for the equipment for those without any, I would suggest they be given civilian weaponry and armor, maybe decommissioned weaponry and armor if it is possible to get some from somewhere within the nation. This will all be temporary until everyone is given modern equipment.”

“What of the militias,” asked the Unchel Brennus.

General Éamon de Valera stepped up and said, “800,000 of the 1,000,000 members are on our side and at our disposal.”

“Good,” said the Unchel Brennus, “I will make a speech in a bit. I want a complete blockade of our nation, to prevent supplies going to these rebels and them from leaving via ship or plane. I want all units near all important sites, such as mines and factories, some units to evacuate all foreigners from our lands, and the rest to become a part of larger armies. Then I want those without equipment to begin building temporary factories. Any questions?”

“What of our allies? Should we call the Empire of Logar and the A.C.S.? They would surely help,” spoke up one of the generals.

“No, we can handle this ourselves,” replied the Unchel Brennus, “any other questions?”

“No sir,” they all stated.

“Good, I will set up a base in the old Legations at Prennus. It would make a great temporary fortress,” the Unchel Brennus stated as he left, leaving the generals to work on everything.


The Press Room of the Unchel Palas
11:00 A.M., September 14, 2021 A.D.

Press Secretary Gráinne Droit stepped up to the podium and announced, “ladies and gentlemen, the Unchel Brennus of the High Confederation of Dalbernia,” then stepped down.

The Unchel Brennus stepped up to the podium to make his announcement.

“Ladies and gentlement of Dalbernia, I am Unchel Brennus Revan the Third Scardonet. As you all may have seen on the television, our own countrymen and women has declared war on us…” the Unchel Brennus continued his speech before finishing it off with, “before I leave, I have this to say to all nations outside of Dalbernia. I request that no one helps these rebels. The entirety of Dalbernia shall be blockaded from everyone. No matter who they are attempting to help. Anyone who attempts to come will get warning shots before being sunk or shot down, if necessary.”

The Unchel Brennus stepped down with applause and left the room. He is still shocked that his mother is heading this, but he has a feeling that she isn’t the true leader.