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 The National Socialist Empire of Hadian | Monday, a day in Hadian life... Outside Cheldian City roughly 55km away lays a town name Otto. A peaceful town that houses a large Hospital facility. Unusual to this hospital is the four chimney stack system. Every Monday the four chimneys are in full swing pumping out ash. The children that know no better play in the ash as if it was snow coming down. The children laugh and play making ash angles and throwing it around, however, the adults know the truth. Every Monday is liquidation of those deemed a "Drain on the State". The adults largely ignore it and allow the children in their innocence to not know what actually is happening. The hospital cremates many victims alive and others that have been butchered by botched experiments. **Look momma! It's snowing again! Yay, can I play with my friends outside?** The Hadian mother looks outside and sees the ash falling. Really unsure how to reply she quickly says "Yes dear but afterwards you'll take a shower before dinner." The Hadian child smiled and ran outside to join his friends in throwing ash at each other. The numb Hadian mother looks at her son from a window. She knows he has autism and eventually the Hadian National Socialists will come for her son for he is deemed defective. She counts the days away before they come... Halsuntria, North better-than-you, Tanour, Nicersdah, and 1 otherThe capitol districts | |
| North better-than-you | All that ash is definitely going to cause some major health problems in your Nation. Love it! | |
| The National Socialist Empire of Hadian | OOC: I'm glad you like it. I was just being kind and giving a glimpse of a Hadian day and life as a citizen. The ash will likely cause some problems but the houses are equip with decent filtering systems to keep the ash from causing to much issues; however, I'm aware that the exposure outside holds great risk but there is a hospital there after all. | |
| Apple landia | Acriaen Ambassadors in Hadian All hail Acriae. Hadian and The capitol districts | |
| The veritian empire | The Veritian Empire calls for an immediate end to the conflict in Abjekistan. We find it hilarious that other nations in Anteria decided to critisise Veritia for 'insisting violence across Anteria' while they themselves are getting involved in a conflic which has nothing to do with them, at the expense of innocent Abjekistany citizens. We want a peaceful end to this already bloody war. A peace conference in Veritia would be our offer. One which diplomats of all countries participating in this pointless civil war will attend to work out a fair peace treaty. | |
| Halsuntria | OOC: Literally every conflict that happens you call unrealistic. Just let them do their thing (to an extent) and let them roleplay. Yeah sure, you may find it unrealistic but how else are they going to get some roleplaying action when none of their neighbors do anything and nothing happens near them. I mean, this is kind of justifyable, fighting against the spread of fascism is kind of a big deal. Also, I find it funny that you want a peaceful ending to this war when you don't do those yourself (cough cough, murdering children) Junterland, The veritian empire, Nicersdahian diplomatic ministry, The capitol districts, and 1 otherShimerland | |
| Qui latine | Qui Latine works in the wine industry Khaled Byn Corro has been angry about the look of his country for a very long time, he says each field he steps into looks like the wrinkles on his mother's back. To solve this problem, alcohol, vineyards stretching mile's end to mile's end. At the moment, trees are being planted in square-shaped areas, and posts are being set up to allow the grapes to grow. Part of the Rakim Buhayara coast is being filled to the brim with these vineyards, in hopes to have a little village down there. It looks like it's a more cultural and environmental project than it is economic. For the start, 2 billion dollars from the budget will be poured into the 'Weaving Vines of Qui Latine' project. | |
| Tanour | Crime in Tanour | |
| The National Socialist Empire of Hadian | OOC: Hadian isn't directly involved with any military but we are supplying the "Sons of Hadianism" with aid. I myself don't see this as being unrealistic by any means. Junterland, Halsuntria, Apple landia, Flashboom, and 4 othersThe veritian empire, Tanour, Abjekistan, and Shimerland | |
| The National Socialist Empire of Hadian | The Imperial Hadian Advisory Hall Welcome Diplomats of Acriae replied Hadian's Imperial Advisor of Internal Affairs, Mikhail Viktorovich. He studies the subjects before him with a keen eye. "Our beloved God-Emperor Jon will not be attending till later this evening where he invites you all to dinner." Replied Mikhail Viktorovich before taking a drink of water before continuing. "This AFC (Anteria Fascist Coalition) has been a subject of talk amongst us the Imperial Advisory of Hadian. The most voiceful about joining is our Imperial Advisor of War, Vasili Dzhumagaliev. Who couldn't attend this meeting but will be at the God-Emperor Jon's dinner." replies Mikhail be turning around and walking down the hall slowly as a signal for the Acriaen Diplomats to follow. "Come, I'll introduce you to the Imperial Advisor if Foreign Affairs, Oleg Bychkov" as they all begin to walk towards the Advisory Meeting Hall. | |
| Apple landia | The Meeting Hall Hadian, Tanour, and Shimerland | |
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| The krenya | OOC:Bro you two are miles away and your an island and he hasnt even consented to you so how can you say that. Thank you for your time. Kentalis, Vultesia, Ruoku huru, The veritian empire, and 3 othersNorth better-than-you, Nicersdah, and Shimerland | |
| Wellsenfaile | Police seize 415 million thuroes worth of drugs and weapons The Wellsenfaile border security force has seized 415 million thuroes worth of drugs and weapons, the largest in its 31-year history. The drugs were seized at Port Faltenja and taken of a cargo ship carrying clocks. 63 people have been arrested, mainly of Slavic descent. An investigation is going on right now to find where the ship came from and started from. Investigators believe the ship came from Hadian, Abjekistan, and Shimerland | |
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| Gassasinia | Gassasinian Ministry for the Interior recognises Hadian Empire as a terrorist group. After Hadian support for the Sons of Hadian, the Gassasinian Ministry for the Interior has recognised the government of Hadian, along with the Hadian Military and the Hadian National Socialist Party as terrorist groups. Political observers have observed that the effect of this announcement is symbolic: cementing that the government of Gassasinia does not recognise the Hadian Empire as a legitimate state. The Terrorism Act 1982 makes it an offence to support, supply or partake in terrorist groups. Some commentators have suggested that the Gassasinian government may in the future seek intervention into the conflict in Abjekistan. Kentalis, Halsuntria, Flashboom, Tanour, and 1 otherAbjekistan | |
| Abjekistan | Abjekistan National Militia | Offensive Report After marching for approximately 8 Hours with almost no stops, the convoy was caught in an ambush. A few kilometres before Yerden, the first vehicles were blown up by landmines, while a few dozen Hadianist soldiers launched rockets at the rest of the convoy. The attack was easily overcome, but the damage is important. We lost 4 tanks, 102 soldiers and 6 Transport trucks. The rest of the convoy is still heading towards Yerden. Hadian, Flashboom, and Wellsenfaile | |
| Qui latine | Qui Latine finalizes 8th Abir Motorized Division Qui Latine has been ramping up its military for some time, many of its resources have gone to armored vehicles, and now it announces the 8th Abir Motorized Division. In total, this means 24,000 soldiers are part of the Abir Motorized Divisions, and it seems only now the production has halted to reorganize. The cabinet also approves of the stopping of production of new divisions, so as it sits now, Qui Latine's military is comprised of these 8 Divisions. Opinion from the liberal party: "I think our nation is too aggressive. Though we market ourselves as these social democrats with policies of protection, it always seems we take the offensive doctrine and the offensive action; With the implementation of yet another Division in our military, it seems our leader Khaled Byn Corro will stop at nothing to show off what we have at our disposal. We have disclosed information about what he plans to do, he will regret forcing more into the armed forces ...!" The Liberal Representative was taken out of the room by 2 men armed with assault rifles and with the recent implementation of the authoritarian party (which got a little more than half the seats in Khaled Byn Corro's cabinet) as a peacekeeper in the Qabli palace, it has been forbidden to speak like that in such a place. Opinion from the conservative party: "I agree with the making of another Division, maybe when it comes there'll be more jobs, more money-making opportunities for our people. Though the liberals will tell you otherwise, without this military those tribal peoples would be harassing us right now! Holding their guns and spears pointed at us right in our own homes, whatever the plan is for this 8th Abir Motorized Division is, It'll still help us protect our people from those meandering thieves!" the authoritarian and elite parties are still sending responses ... | |
| Vultesia | A day in the life of a Vultesian New Model Army tank crewman, in Nicersdah '0630, Reveille: I get up from my bunk, the accommodation’s drafty, but serviceable. A lot of the old Nicersdahian military installations got hammered to hell during The Revolution, so I suppose we’re lucky enough to have a roof and working boiler. My billet has eight bunks, all of them belong to a trooper or lance corporal from my troop, some of the senior corporals have managed to grab themselves single beds or even one man rooms left over from the officers. Once the alarm goes off, I throw on a unit t-shirt and my sandals, and grab my washkit while one of the guys knocks the flickering the light on to a chorus of moans and profanities.'...(Continued within) 40297465, Trooper Stjepan Foele Tank Gunner, Roan Squadron, 3rd Dragoon Battalion Operation Vambrace Yarneugo’s Mount Garrison, Nicersdah 0630, Reveille: I get up from my bunk, the accommodation’s drafty, but serviceable. A lot of the old Nicersdahian military installations got hammered to hell during The Revolution, so I suppose we’re lucky enough to have a roof and working boiler. My billet has eight bunks, all of them belong to a trooper or lance corporal from my troop, some of the senior corporals have managed to grab themselves single beds or even one man rooms left over from the officers. Once the alarm goes off, I throw on a unit t-shirt and my sandals, and grab my wash kit. One of the guys knocks the flickering light on to a chorus of moans and profanities. 0631-0700, Personal Administration: With my towel over my shoulder and wash kit in hand, I head down the block’s central corridor to the ablutions, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Doors to my left and right are swinging open, delivering dozens of blearly soldiers in various states of dress into the hallway. I enter the communal washroom, sorting my teeth and face. I shave,and wax my moustache to regulation, then apply a chapstick on account of the cold. The radio is on in the room when I return to get dressed, once another unintelligible Nicer pop track fades into a jingle, sound bites from a furious sounding debate can be heard. Lord only knows what they’re saying though. 0701-0714, Breakfast: We head out of the block to catch breakfast the weather is dismal. A dirty sleet, carried on a frozen wind spits down haphazardly. Everything in this country that isn’t brown-grey, is grey-brown. Myself, my driver, Lew', and Ionnes, One One Foxtrot ‘Rook’s gunner, head through the miserable weather and squat buildings to the mess hall. We grab our trays from the hot plates the cooks have prepared, and grab a seat at a bench. Other outfits are here too, Fusiliers with their green hackles, Lancers, their sleeves sporting distinctive white and red unit patches, all claiming their preferred benches. A projector on the wall is playing highlights of yesterday’s match between the Scarlets and the Citizens while we wolf down heapings of scrambled egg and lamb rashers. With the dishes thrown to the local contractors for cleaning, we head to the day’s first formation. 0715-0719, Morning Parade: The Squadron Sergeant Major takes the morning nominal roll, and, flanked by the duty corporal, sets amongst the parade for a snap uniform inspection. A couple of the younger troopers are sent running laps of the block for minor misdemeanors, and one of the NCO’s is swiftly sent after them for a sauce stain on his lapel. A tittering chuckle through the ranks is silenced by the Sergeant Major’s crimson face and steely stair. The last of the reprimanded men finish their laps, breathing staggered blasts of steam into the January air as they stand awkwardly back at ease, and the Warrant Officer begins listing out the day’s allotted tasks. Second Troop, my unit, is detailed to assist the spanner monkeys on our tanks’ monthly servicing. The daily oath of allegiance to Princeps and Principate is shouted in unison, and the parade is dismissed. 0720-1245, First Shift: Lew’ and I head down to the tank park, Corporal Iorgitt, my commander is already waiting, talking to the man mountain lance Coporal Domnitt, his second in command and our loader. One Two Charlie ‘Rascal’, our sixty five tonne child, sits silently behind them under a remada, a thin layer of frost covers the whitewash and drab of her armoured skin. “Get that aux’ engine fired up, Lewitt!” came the Corporal's shout, ringing out in his murky Outland drawl. “The poor girl's f*cking freezing out here.” Along the Troop’s lines each tank begins to sputter into life. ‘Raven’, ‘Ruin’, our own ‘Rascal’, and finally the Lieutenant’s ‘Raider’. The snapping staccato of their auxiliary engines is soon engulfed by the deafening roar of their main power packs, as each vehicle’s systems are brought online. The tanks are marshalled over to the Corps of Mechanical Engineers workshops, which thankfully, are heated. *** An hour or two later, I lay sandwiched between the power pack and the side armour, taking an oil sample from one Rascal’s drive hubs as blood fills my head. An excited tapping on my boot, gives me an excuse to extricate myself. Returning to the strip lit hangar from the dinge of the powerpack, I’m greeted by a beaming Lew’ and one of the CME mechanics. “Foeley, check it out, brother. You’re famous ahah!’ He passes up his smart phone, God only knows how he has connection out here, I struggle to get a solitary bar anywhere in the garrison. Quickly, my curiosity is replaced by bittersweet realisation. His screen shows a V24 news clip from back home, the piece is clearly on our deployment. Clear as day, I can see my face, as I disembark from the Airforce liner that landed us here. A crate of beer owed per media photo or footage, a long unwritten army tradition. The video finishes and autoplay loads another, some protest, viewed from a news helicopter. A sporadic fluttering of Nicersdahian flags marching down a snowy street. Who knows what they wanted doing or who they wanted lynched, the country’s a mess. “Yeah you’ve nailed me, alright, alright” I chuckle, tossing the trooper’s phone back. We’ll take the Autograd into the town after and grab a case, but you’re driving me, eagle eyed prick.” Shaking my head lower myself back into the engine housing, sample pump in hand. *** 1245-1330, Lunch: Following another trudge through the white topped mud that passed for the camp’s central road. We take our place in the queue forming outside the mess hall for our midday meal, Corporal Iorgitt and Domnitt join us. “What’s the hold up?” asks a Highland accent from behind us, its owner wearing a green beret pinned by the brass citadel insignia of the Army Engineering Corps. “F*ck knows” replied Domnitt turning to face him. Even in ambivalence, the hulking rugby player carried an air of brute strength, “probably the locals praying to god number 19 of 36” a few chuckles broke out along the line. *** 1736-2359hrs, Personal Time: Following our evening meal, sourced from what I believe could have been some missing evolutionary link between a cow and an eraser, Lew’ and I head down to the vehicle park. I chuck the keys for the unit’s duty 4x4 Autograd, the ubiquitous, dated, yet eternally loved utility vehicle of the New Model Army to my designated driver. After a thorough attack on the windscreen with a half litre of de-icer, we're on our way to the local town. *** “That till jockey could’ve had a bit more of a smile on his face” Lew’ started, raising the tailgate on the Autograd after hauling the two slabs of local lager into the stowage compartment. “Don’t see anyone else around here with money to burn.” He signals around the silent main street of the town, lit by faultering street lamps, the sides of many buildings scarred with the impact of 7.62mm fire. “Hey. When I said keep the change, think what he said was an insult? I can’t understand a word they’re saying, it’s all Qazhshavan to me.” He muses. “Lord knows,” I reply, “come on, I’m freezing my arse off and that beer is looking dangerously undrunk, let’s head back.” Please have a read, guys. There's plenty of foreshadowing and information within. I hope you all enjoy! | |
| Prawasia | So Sweet, Mayor Invites Residents to Use His Official Vehicle for Free for the Wedding Car The Mayor of Probolongan, Matius Tinna Saerang, is ready to lend his official car for the wedding of his residents. Therefore, Probolongan City residents who have difficulty finding a car to accompany their bride and groom, now don't need to worry anymore. The policy on official cars to be used by residents was announced by Mat, the mayor's nickname through social media. "If there are relatives or neighbours who want to get married, please use this car. Please, the people of Probolongan City can take advantage of the city government-owned car, which I usually use. The important thing is useful," he wrote. The Politician from the National Mandate Party (PAB) did not explain why official cars can be used for citizen weddings. The mayor only emphasized that the assets of the Probolongan City Government, including official cars, can be enjoyed by the community. "If someone borrows, then on that day I will use another car. Please use it free of charge," said Mat to reporters. Even the mayor shows the procedure if people want to borrow official cars. To do this, residents first register with the General Section of the Regional Secretariat of Probolongan City on Jalan Panglima Besar Sriwidadi. When registering, the conditions are simple, only the original Identity Card (KIP) as collateral for borrowing the official car. Not limited to official cars that residents can borrow, but in a package with the driver so that the residents who become brides just sit in the complete official car with the driver. The former member of the National Assembly added that office is a mandate and does not have to distance the leader from the people. "To get closer to residents, I allow official cars to be used at special moments, when residents get married," he said. | |
| The National Socialist Empire of Hadian | The Imperial Advisor of Internal Affairs overhearing the comments of amazement of the Hadian Volkshalle turned, "It is rather amazing isn't?", replied Mikhail Viktorovich as they continue to walk down the hall. "We are a proud Nation and race and the Hadian Volkshalle reflects our superiority as an advanced society." As the Acriaen Diplomats and Mikhail Viktorovich reach the Grand Door the Advisor opened the door. Once inside, the Diplomats where greeted by the Imperial Advisor of Internal Affairs staff and The Imperial Advisor of Foreign Affairs, Oleg Bychkov. He stood up from his desk to greet the Acriaen Diplomats. "Welcome to our glorious Empire. I do hope your travels where fair." Oleg Bychkov replied before gesturing the rest to take a seat. "We invited you here today to discuss the AFC (Anteria Fascist Coalition) and what benefits this will achieve for our beloved Empire and your glorious nation." Oleg Bychkov looked over to Mikhail who nodded and stood up to walk over to a projector and turned it on, once on it displayed a world map of Anteria. Mikhail adjusted the focus on Acriae and its straight. "We are interested in access to the straight." Mr. Bychkov stated as he looked at the Acriaen Diplomats before continuing, "If we join the AFC will such access be open to our nation? If so, our island barricade will grant you free passage without toll." Oleg Bychkov replied before sitting down. Shuffling papers Mikhail Viktorovich began to reply, "We have rearranged rooms at the Juche Tower Hotel and prepared an escort vehicle to pick you up for dinner at the God-Emperor's quarters." Mikhail Viktorovich stood up with paperwork that permits the Acriaen Diplomats to freely walk the Cheldian City streets without issues. "He hope you make it to dinner. Our Imperial Advisor of War will be there as well as our great God-Emperor Jon." Oleg Bychkov was next to stand up and reply, "Gentleman may you enjoy your visit before dinner and please feel free to walk the Hadian Volkshalle and watch the military parade that has already began, if you like." Both men gave a Roman salute to the Acriaen Diplomats. | |
| The National Socialist Empire of Hadian | The official Statement of the Imperial Hadian Government We deny all allegations and there is no proof of such actions nor proof that those are our vessels or proxy vessels. (**Despite Hadian's continue support of Fascist organizations and aid.**) | |
| The National Socialist Empire of Hadian | The Hadian Imperial Advisor of Foreign Affairs congratulated the efforts of the Sons of Hadianism. Still encourage them to continue their fight to establish a National Socialist government. |
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