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 The United Empire of Argent | Sitting on high from his chambers within the top of the Imperial Obelisk, Emperor Deraj looks out onto the vast expanse that was Argent. At one side, the Black Sea stretching out into the horizon to the east. Zevezda, capital of Argent, hugs the coast and glitters in the setting sun's light. The city's nightlife of colorfully iridescent and illuminous lights slowly comes alive to replace the wanning sun. Further inland beyond the city limits, Deraj looks at the relatively flat delta area where the Danube branches off and drains into the sea. Beyond the flat area he scans the rolling hills of central Argent. He can discern the glow of other towns and cities in the distance among the hills. It is the anniversary of his resurgence, takeover, and formation of Argent into an empire. Not an especially special anniversary. Only the 7th if memory serves. Still Deraj did see marvel at his own handy work. Argent was more powerful than ever before with its hegemonic dominance of Europe. The nation was recovering from the conflicts of the past. His policies, although forcibly, are uniting the culturally and ethnically diverse country like never before. He is fanatically adored by the people for bring them peace and prosperity; a reason to be proud and to be happy again. Despite this, Deraj still released a melancholic sigh. Many things weighed heavily on his mind. Yes, Argent was more powerful than it had been in some time, but yet still it could be more. On the maps of the world, comparatively, his empire was still smaller than some. Most apparently Argent and thereby Deraj's power was still dwarfed by that of his ally, Sheng China and Grand Empress Xiang; an ally that he was heavily in debt to. Absentmindedly caressing the black fur collar and lapel of his silk red silk robe deep in thought on his position in the world, Deraj's train of thought is interrupted by the ping of a notification from his display console. He saunters the panel and with a flick of his hand the notification is displayed to read. Deraj chuckles when he reads the message, seeing that it is from Sheng Zixin's office informing him that the princely ambassador was on the way for a meeting. "Well I could use the distraction." He says to himself as he heads out of the room to make ready his sitting room. A short time later, Deraj waits settled on a couch in the large circular lounge. He is handed a drink by a waiter which he grips instinctively and automatically responds with, "Thank you, Linus." He sips on the drink just as he hears the approach of footsteps. Rising from his seat, Deraj goes to the door which opens to reveal Sheng Zixin having been lead to the room by Directors Marcus Bejan and Constantine Avar. The Emperor nods his head to Marcus and Constantine, "Thank you, gentlemen. Go and make yourselves comfortable." The two men bow with their hands over their hearts and make for the bar at the otherside of the room. Deraj brightly smiles to Sheng Zixin, "My dear, friend. It has been much too long." He takes Zixin's hand after allowing him his greeting and walks into the lounge proper, "Come in. Come in. Make yourself comfortable." He cheerily declares as they walk to the couch. As he is about to take Zixin to the couch he steers toward the window instead, "First come look at the city with me." Deraj commands. "I was just looking out it a little earlier and found myself a bit lonely. So I am happy to have you here and be able to look out it with some company." They arrive at the window and with a snap of his finger, Deraj summons Linus who offers Zixin his favorite drink. After Zixin takes the drink, Deraj draws his attention to the window again, "I love to look out on the city at night. How it glitters and glistens with all its lights and buzzing activity. Then you can look out at the interior and see the glow of the other cities in the off distance." Deraj chuckles to himself as he gulps at his drink that is swiftly replaced as he dries it. "Thank you, Linus." He responds without even looking at the man. Looking out onto the now night landscape, Deraj asks Zixin, "How are you, my friend? I hope the city has treated you well during your time here." He finishes by sipping on his drink again. | |
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| The nazi reich of america | Marcus and his team exchanged looks, pleased with the outcome of the meeting. After Ngai and his people left, Marcus and his left in the opposite direction. Sheng China and Tokora | |
| Tsaire | Burundak snorted angrily like a bull when he heard Tuzniq chide him. He spat at the ground and raised his dadao at the Turok prince, "I'll make ya pay for em words poofter prince." Gripping the exaggerated large sword by the handle with both hands, Burundak charged forward with a swing of the great blade. When the Turok is able to avoid the blow he kept the weapon in motion and used its momentum to bring it in a down chop against Tuzniq. That was his style with oversized weapon; to keep it moving and use its momentum to deliver hard and devastating blows. When the blade hits the ground missing Tuzniq, Burundak brings up his armored bracers on his arms to block Tuzniq's slashes. Swinging his heavy armored fist back at Tuzniq, Burundak is quick to pick up his weapon and bring his swinging onslaught again to keep the foreign prince on the defensive. While Burundak engages Prince Tuzniq with a crooked grin and loud laughter, another of Hayder Khan's generals makes it to the wall. Mukhtar squinted, exaggerating the lines of his leathery old skin around his eyes even more looking at the hole in the fortification of Sochi that their diggers had made. He saw how the Tsaire warriors were hesitant to climb up the rubble and fight the Turoks; especially after someone lobbed some grenades at them just moments ago. "Get up there you miserable dogs! Get in there and kill them! Your supposed to be getting first dibs on the loot of the city and this is as good as you're going to give!" He barked loudly at them. Mukhtar looked over his shoulder to see that the the next and final wave was approaching the city from their camp. "Look, the heavy units are on the march! You wanna let them bastards bowl you over and get everything you been bleeding for!" Mukhtar's badgering seemed to inspire some of the warriors to earnestly try and climb the rubble again, but not enough to his satisfaction. He growled loudly and challenged them, "If I can reach over the wall before the rest of you low lives then Im docking all y'alls pay for it! You won't so much a get to sniff the goods in that city!" He barked loudly and marched to the rubble pile. The veteran soldier started slowly and carefully but eventually found his footing enough to start scaling the rock and stone well. Seeing the older man starting to make his up the rockwall and having heard his words, the soldiers who had been hanging back got into gear and threw themselves against the the rock. The increased fervor sent the mass of men climbing the wall again and aggressively so at that; none of the soldiers wanting to miss out on the good loot that they had indeed been bleeding for. | |
 The Confederate Empire of Sheng China | When Zixin had left the Chinese Ambassadorial Palace in downtown Zevezda he had still been tense and frustrated from the meeting with the Imperial Court. His tantrum in his office released a great deal of his stress but he still felt the tightness in his muscles. The pent up anger in him was making him jittery. Feeling the sensations only incensed him more. Zixin was normally in complete control of his emotions, just as a Chinese aristocrate should. His bottled emotions however were getting the best of him this day. That was, until Zixin reached the Imperial Obelisk. He was always at aw looking at the megastructure. Sheng was of course full of its own megastructures, but China has space to spread out. So their structures never got so tall as the Argentian Obelisk did. Its ambient cyan blue glow shown in the waning light of dusk. The Chinese prince felt further at ease when after leaving his shuttle and reaching the Obelisk he was greeted by Director Bejan and Director Avar; two men he had come quite accustomed to seeing in his dealing with the Argent on the behalf of Sheng China. Zixin much enjoyed conversing with them as they took the long trek up to the Emperor's apartments at the top of the Obelisk. When Zixin reached the Emperor's lounge with Bejan and Avar, he was awash with a new calm. Although he had been raised his entire life around Chinese architecture, Zixin had come to enjoy the western style of luxury architecture that he enjoyed when visiting the Emperor. "Too long indeed, Imperial Majesty. I am more than joyed to be seeing you again." Zixin responded to the Emperor after giving him a courteous bow. He noted the Emperor's eagerness this evening as he was seized by the hand and dragged across the lounge. When they reached the window and he had accepted the drink placed in his hand by the bartender Linus, Zixin joined the Emperor in looking out on the nightlife of Zevezda. "A marvelous city, Imperial Majesty. I have been making it a home away from home." Zixin smiles warmly even though the words leave a bitter feeling in his mouth. He sips on his luzhou laojiao baijiu, the favorite drink among most of the Imperial clan in Sheng, in hopes of washing away the bitterness. It doesn't work however and he sighs heavily. Seeing the Emperor stare at him inquisitively, Zixin relents. "I envy you, your majesty. You can look out this window and feel at home when you see the city and its landscape. As much as I have come to love Zevezda and my city of Aden in Arabia, none can compare to the Imperial Cities in China Proper." Zixin lets out before he takes a long sip of his drink. "I think I am just...homesick." | |
| The democratic states of ablya | A EAS message would play nationwide around Ablya. Forgnen observes would be able to pick up the transmission https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EqNSlOnJ7R8 Argent and Sheng China | |
 The Republic of Roman Hibernia | Chris watches Lekkas pace about the room, sips his tea and listens intently to this abbreviated history. Though disheartened to know that Turokhan’s own leaders are chiefly responsible for the lack of progress, he doesn’t interrupt. It’s obvious from Lekkas’ exasperation that he himself is none too thrilled by this fact. An entire cadre of princes who are likely to stand against them, whether in conviction or pretense, will certainly be a formidable barrier. “So, not to put too fine a point on it, this is going to take some doing.” Chris sighs as Lekkas returns to the couch. As Lekkas wraps up his speech Chris mulls over everything that was said, filling in the small silence with the last few sips of his tea. “Actually, since you bring it up, electricity and plumbing would be an excellent place to start.” Chris muses aloud, stirring some sugar into a fresh cup of tea. “It’s a hard target, easy to accomplish, and as a basic accommodation it won’t be easy to criticize. Since an improved standard of living typically boosts the economy, who in good conscience could object?” “And once we’ve started, perhaps we can pick up a few other projects as well.” Chris adds with a shrug. “Everyone would already have on their hardhats.” Argent and Sheng China | |
| Outpost crimson | Hawaii, North Pacific Ocean - Asiana Beauty. The was the only one word to describe the balcony view of Hawaii, as Commander Anttio sat there, glancing out over the wonderful ocean view it felt almost like paradise. Closing his eyes, he felt the ocean breeze brushes against his face, the faint smell of the ocean mist entering his nose. His shoulders unraveling in a final show of his guard being let down. “Sir! Commander! Commander!” A rushed voice would pant out of breath behind the Commander, turning to face the rushed voice the Commander would cock an eyebrow “You have to see this!” The small scribe would pant before running towards the communications room, the Commander sprinting behind in a hurry. Bursting through the communication hub doors, the look of fear stuck in the soldiers eyes “This is playing on every empty radio frequency in Asiana…” One radio operator would say with an empty and sorrowed tone “Ave, True to Uricry. I am Caius Callum, the new Emperor of this Republic. For all of those listening across the worlds, the Legionary Empire has fallen. For too long have we strayed from our path, for too long we’ve been hypocrites to ourselves and those we’ve previously slaughtered. The great leader has been charged with war crimes against the greater people of the multiverse. For all of those who hear me now, do not despair. To quote Mr. Chaplin “We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness, not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another.” With the passing of this new government body, Uricry has disbanded and denounced the Legionary Army. We hold no military now. For those who are out there feel deep into your hearts that the feeling of bloodlust is not in our nature as people. We have been misguided by a leader who took the cause of revaluation too far and caused fear in those who never required such terror. Hear me brothers and sisters, lay down your arms and dress in your robes. The time of peace is back. For those Legionaries that are out there, you have two options, return to Uricry and seek forgiveness, you will have 74 hours to return…Or if you feel so strong in your misguided beliefs, past these 74 hours your citizenship will be revoked and labeled as terrorist of the worlds you now sit on. Vale.” The voice would announce in a calm and somewhat serine tone, he showed no hesitation yet no aggression, his tone light but without fear. He was the new leader of Uricry, Caius Callum. “Sir what do you purpose?” The radio operator asked looking to his Commander for any form of guidance, any form of command. “I…Will not stand down to a weak minded fool who will only allow himself to be enslaved once again. We will stand strong in these times and if we must resurrect the Legionary Empire then I will build it with my own two hands. We will not faultier. I will scalp that blind optimist if needed to revive our fallen kingdom. Commander Anttio would growl before grabbing a nearby clipboard and breaking it over his knee, flinging it into a wall. “I will NEVER be a slave again.” Sheng China and The democratic states of ablya | |
 The Confederate Principalities of Turokhan | "It will take a doing and then some, sir." Lekkas stated in a sarcastic exasperation. "I do so dearly love my nation. I just get reminded on a daily basis that I should question my possibly misplaced affection for it." He says half jokingly. Lekkas empties his tea again and places the cup down, pleasantly pleased. Lekkas listens to Chris' musing over the situation. He chuckles and interjects, "Who could object? My dear sir, a great deal could still reject until they are blue in the face. God himself could rejoin us on earth and they still would spit at his feet for such suggestion. That is the sad state of things in the den of wolves." The older man takes a few moments to consider Chris' words however, mulling over the possibilities. "Although...speaking of economics. Hitting them in their wallets would be the real coup de grace." "We would need to make it apparent by example. Make the benefit apparent, I of course mean. On paper and in word you can make anything sound good. You and I know that it can only benefit everyone, but people need to see to believe very often." Lekkas conjectures. He sits forward with his hands steepled together and his fingertips tapping together. "As you said, it would not be overly difficult. Focus on electricity and plumbing are hard target, are comparatively swift to accomplish, and quick to show success and improvement." Lekkas' head nods with a growing smile, "The lords that play ball will obviously show quick improvement to their territories and thus their pockets. As the hard balls see this they'll warm up to the idea and open up to improvement. Just as you said, with 'hardhats' on already, further improvements can just snowball and spread." Lekkas laughs with a slap to his knee, "The last holdouts...could even be targeted for sanctions by the Congress for cruelty to the plebs. Because 'who of good conscious could object' when those objecting are in the minority. A chance to undermine each other is just what the those hyenas would bark for." "Brilliant thinking, sir!" Lekkas declares to Chris, "We should have a drink to your brilliance!" | |
| The Confederate Principalities of Turokhan | Tuzniq had to admit, he underestimated the Tsaire brute. The man seemed to do quite well with lumbering the large sword about him with some decent precision. This didn't deter Tzuniq at all however. He kept himself light on his feet. Quick to move and doge when the weapon came flying. Staying just out of its deadly reach. Tuzniq, despite his large size, was nimble and quick footed. Something that many of his enemies underestimated in him just before realizing that a knife was planted in them just as he was about to do to Burunduk. As the large warrior began to swing at Tuzniq in a wide arch, Tuzniq took the chance to roll under the great sword's blade. He rolled right neck to Burunduk and slide his khanjali along the tendon in his knee. The bite of his blade let out a spray of blood from the wound he had inflicted. With his foe distracted from the now wounded knee Tuzniq stepped around Burunduk in just as quick a flash to plant his falchion deep into his back. Tuzniq stood tall and with his hand on Burunduk's shoulder, forced the injured man to the ground on his knees. Looking around his immediate surroundings Tuzniq was happy to find that they had moved just close enough to the earlier felled bison mech with his axe still in its side. Having Burunduk wounded on the ground, Tuzniq took his time pulling the axe from the machine. "You weren't even worth breaking a sweat over." Tuzniq commented before he raised his axe high in the air and brought it down to decapitate Burunduk. The barbarians head hit the ground with a solid thunk as his corpse sagged to the side to spill its contents. The victories prince leaned his axe against the downed bison mech and picked up the head by its ear. He removed his falchion from the corpses back and pierced the head through the bottom of its neck. Raising the head on the falchion into the air with Burunduk's sword in the other hand, Tuzniq declared, "Burunduk is dead! Your commander Burunduk is dead by the hands of Tuzniq Usak, the Bear of Ushba!" Turok soldiers hailed and cheered in celebration at the prince's bloody declaration. Down the wall to where the breach is, the second battle wages harshly. Just the same as the gate, it is devolved into hand to hand or small arms combat. Soldiers squaring off against the Tsaire warriors while others struggle with their mechs. The situation grows only more dire as the next wave of barbarians crests the top of the rubble. However, as the next wave starts making its way up and over the rubble pile that was once wall, Sahjhan hears the satisfying click that he had been anxiously waiting for the past many tense minutes. The rotary cannon, the one that had been thrown from the wall from in the explosion and landed in the near building, was finally back in working order. Sahjhan grinned with glee and a hardy laugh as he leveled the sight on the rubble and the enemy soldiers coming over. With his crew of soldiers standing to assist, Sahjhan pulled on the trigger with satisfaction and listened to the music like whine of the spinning barrels. Starting from the left and moving right then back again, Sahjhan pelted the rubble and its occupants in a spray of a 1,000 bullets perminute. The steady stream of dust ups and mists of blood brought another smile to Sahjhan lips as he continued to lay into them. More soldiers arrived with another three rounds of ammunition and were poised to replace the large barrel on the weapon as quick as possible. From this position, Sahjhan could keep the fire on and make the hole in the wall impassable. The soldiers in the street around the breach cheered when they saw the enemy falling dead on the rock and concrete. They pushed harder on their now trapped enemy with new found fervor and intensity to crush the enemy. | |
| The United Empire of Argent | The Emperor's brow quirked up in piqued interest as he listened to the Chinese Prince's distress. Needless to say, Deraj was a little surprised at hearing this from Zixin. The Chinese aristocracy are notorious for not expressing much emotion, much less real emotion. He has heard of the dramatic outbursts of emotion that can be involved with court and palace politics, but the source of such is typically dramatization from books and drama. To see a Chinese aristocrate, a prince at that, expressing emotion was intriguing to witness. "Poor darling, I do know your woe." Deraj drawled, "I have been exiled and isolated from my homeland more times than I like to acknowledge." He sips from his drink to swallow away some of the unpleasant memories from surfacing. "To be away from home. From away from what is rightfully yours. It is very distressing." Deraj leads Zixin away from the window and back into the lounge. He gestures for Zixin to take a seat in one of the two high back baroque chairs situated next to the grand black marble fireplace. Deraj seats himself down, making sure not to bunch his fine blue and gold lined black silk robes that he changed into before his guest arrived. He placed his hand on the yellow belt to keep it from shifting with his movement. "If I may be so bold as to pry, your highness, what is it that lead to your exile from the homeland proper?" Deraj finally asked when he settled into his chair. He sipped from his drink again while he twirled the gold waist chain of his outfit from his other hand. | |
| The democratic states of ablya | Owens would shake his head in agreeance with price Wei’s assessment. “Yes, I do believe you are right Prince. Our nation does appreciate diversity. Nothing brings me and my nation more hope than cooperation with other peoples, especially people different than we are.” Owens would laugh “Well In the more northern part of the South American Continent yes people do eat guinea pigs. I prefer beef and pork myself.” Admiral Jaden would smile “I would lie if I said I haven’t tried it. One of my favorite regional dishes would be Bobó de camarão, It’s like a shrimp chowder. I also like Moqueca, it's a seafood stew. ” Owens would look up at Sun Luban “What about you? What’s your favorite food, my dear?” Owens looks at Wei “So, Prince Wei, I’m sorry for going back to politics but I would like to discuss the embassy arrangements. I hope that we can set up our Embassy in the Captial of the mainland, I would also like to request that we are allowed to construct an additional consulate building somewhere near the Economic Recovery zone that our businesses will be investing into.” He would let a sigh out “Also my advisors told me to request permission to deploy Ablyan Marines to the embassy and consulate building for security. As for your Embassy, we will grant you a lot In our capital to do as you please.” | |
| Uricry | Pacifist Republic of Uricry, Homeworld “My emperor. The relocation program has yielded several millions of willing participants. Several businesses are interested in international trade within the new world.” The man would say bowing lightly with his right fist placed firmly over his left pec and his arm pressed across his chest. His snow white robes with crimson outlining draping across the crimson carpet floor. “Very good, Magister Equitum Magnus. With the expansion into unclaimed territories, we can hopefully give room for our ever growing populace while not taking any aggressive action and with these people moving to this new world, hopefully they can act as a branch of the Republic without needing use of the portal. After we’ve learned that the portal causes tears within the universe...We cannot risk a resonance cascade with a black hole. After the nation in Asiana is built and the nation is jump started with our resources, we need to limit the use of our portal technology and restrict it to only EXTREME circumstances. Please make sure construction is underway. Offer a raise in pay to any officers willing to move to the new branch in offer for their services. The businesses that are interested are a good sign and they should be able to support the branch nation. Start construction effective immediately.” Caius Callum would softly say in a calm and serene tone, his flowing blizzard white robes adorned with both crimson and gold outlines draped over his throne. A friendly smile of kindness spreading across his face. The Northern Lands Of South America, Asiana “Rip in Five….Four….Three….Two….One!” The Foreman would say as he stood in front of the large ringed gate awaiting with what seemed like four million of construction workers, electricians, plumbing & city specialist. Among the black ringed gate, red lightning would pull from the center of the ring to the ring itself. A black ball of the void slowly tearing and filling the form of the ring as a loud hissing would echo from within the void. The millions began to march through the gate, entering the blank black nothingness that is the void. Taking a few moments when inside to stare out into the bright tunnel ended like exit. Peering out onto vast woodlands with rolling hills, slowlying stepping out as they’d survey the area. This was the first time in nearly over ten years they needed not to raise a rifle or pull a pin of a grenade to expand. Taking deep breaths of the fresh, untainted air, the Foreman would step forward with what seemed like a comically giant blueprint/map of the plotted area. Housing complexes, business ordered structures, police department, town halls, jails & courts. “They want us to wire an entire nation?” The head electrician would ask rubbing the back of his head with a grunt. “A nation that will hold roughly 98 million. Apparently we can’t touch the canal area because a nation is in operation of that area. So we’ll be constructing from this Western border facing the pacific ocean to this North Eastern border facing the North Atlantic. We’ve been given city sectors to construct so we’re not constructing farms next to factories. These water border cities are to each hold ports. The capital is where we’ll start being already named “Pax Vobis”.” The Foreman would start up, explaining the rather large amount of work they would need to do. “Say...Doesn’t Pax Vobis translate to somethin’ along the lines of ‘Peace to you’?” The Plumbing head would say cocking an eyebrow. “I suppose it’s a show of good heart to the other nations. I don’t blame them for their hostility. You remember when mandatory service was still a thing? Occupational Forces were rumored to be some of the most ruthless in the Legion Empire. Terrorizing civilians and attempted assassinations on high ruling figures in his world. I’ll be surprised if get through a week of building without one of us getting dragged into a bush with a garrote wire around one of our necks.” The city service specialist would say staring at a sector map attempting to memorize where the urban centers will be. With in a matter of three hours, it looked like the area where Ecuador, Colombia & Venezuela was scattered in snow from a bird’s eye view. Robed construction workers at their jobs. Ironically enough they looked more like ants even now more so when they were dressed in black. All of them working in unison to construct these giant urban centers paired with outskirts farming lands. There was something noticeable with their schedules, it appeared they had split their workers into shifts in an attempt to keep the construction non-stop. Large tent cities erected to house the workers as they’d build round the clock. Not a rifle in sight, not a grenade within miles, not a bulletproof vest amongst one of them. It seemed like they’d be at this for a while. Every morning, afternoon and night the same: Wake up, work, eat, work, sleep, work. The second shift even taking a nocturnal sleep cycle to continue the construction. If there was one thing that could be noted was their talent for skilled building paired with speed appeared to be non-stop. It was rough to suggest how long this would take but they certainly were quick at what they were capable at building. Argent and Sheng China | |
| The Confederate Empire of Sheng China | Zixin allowed himself to be lead without protest. Always happy to be hosted; especially by an emperor. The caring tone coming from Deraj was a surprise to hear from a man who has as ruthless a history as him. Although, Zixin considered while being lead to the chair, considering the emperor's history further it may actually be no surprised that he felt for his situation. When he was comfortably settled into his chair, Zixin smoothed out his own silk robe before letting out a long sigh. He thought of the emperor's question for several minutes and drank from his cup. "The short of it is my dear father found himself on the wrong side of a prolonged political battle over succession. Run afoul of Her Grand Imperial Majesty before her seizure of the Dragon Throne and mastery of the Empire. Which put him on a list of threats to be neutralized. He found himself in prison. Where he died at the ripe old age of 41." Zixin sarcastically noted as he raised his cup. Taking a long drink from his cup, it emptied with a hard swallow. Zixin suddenly found the cup removed from his hand and full one put into its place by the emperor's waiter. Surprised by the quick service he had only a moment before offering out, "Thank you, Linus." Before the man walked away to where ever he had materialized from. "So with my father imprisoned at the time and my family under house arrest in connection to being my father's family, I was made head of the family at the young age of 19. A year later without seeing or hearing from my father, my dear aunt sent my other aunt to "speak" with me." Zixin shook his head with a heavy sigh as he looked into the fire next to them. "Sheng Daiyu, my aunt and the Grand Empress' dogged enforcer, informed me that if I wished to maintain my house, my allowance, and the medical care that my sick mother needed, that I would need to denounce my father" "As much as it pained me to denounce my father, I did as I was told for my family's sake." He drinks several long sips before continuing, "Then father died a short while after. My dear aunt, Sheng Daiyu, paid me another visit. Informing me that I could save my family's face and be free of house arrest if I accepted her offer from the Grand Empress." "Eager to free myself and my family, I accepted whatever she had to offer. Next thing I knew, I was conferred the city and territories of Aden. I was allowed to retain my title and in fact I was raised from a Third Rank Prince of Sheng to a Second Rank. We were freed from house arrest and supervision under the Shadow Hand." Zixin takes in a sharp breath and lets it out in a long frustrated sigh, "We were then banished to the sand filled hellhole; never to return to Sheng again unless summoned by the Grand Empress. I dutifully served in my governorship of Aden for these past 12 years. Did all as ordered and then some. Yet when I beg the Imperial Court for mercy...I get nothing." "So we find ourselves here. My gilded chain in Aden to which I am tethered by golden chain and collar around my neck." He says running his hand over his throat. "Keeping me out of sight, but always within reach via a short leash." Zixin leans his elbow against the chair's arm so that he could lean his chin against the back of his hand so that he could watch the dance of the fire. "Needless to say," Zixin finally starts again after a long pause, "I find the injustice exacted onto myself for being the son of my father to be irksome to say the least. To be banished from my homeland, having denounced my father, and burying my beloved mother in a foreign land just this past spring." Zixin pauses again in somber contemplation before a smile cracks across his face and he starts to chuckle. "Honestly, I could deal with these things if it weren't for the sheer boredom of running a single sandpit city. I've done everything I can with it, and believe me I've made it a true diamond in the rough compared to what it once was." He continues to chuckle in hopes to lighten the mood. | |
| The Confederate Empire of Sheng China | Sun Luban perked up in her seat when she was able to bring up the conversation of food. She wiped her mouth with her napkin before proceeding. "Those sound wonderful! My favorite benefit of being my dear cousin's chamberlin while he heads the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, is the international foods I get to try." She laughs when she sees Prince Wei shake his head with smirk. "Honestly, President Owens, I am a glutton." She smiles proudly, "Despite my lithe figure, I have the stomach of 3 grown men. So I don't have a favorite dish as much as a all consuming love of food." Luban declared shamelessly with a puffed chest in exaggerated pride. The declaration got Wei, Jian, and Bin all laughing as they are quite used to her antics and unladylike personality. With the laughter settling Prince Wei refocused on President Owens. He let Owens finish speaking and took a moment to consider the things he was asking. "Well, to start President Owens we would be happy to get your embassy started as soon as possible and of course allow you the protections that you request in deploying your marines." "The location of the embassy however will not be in the capital. Foreign embassies are all located in the Embassy District here in Jianye city. The district is just over the eastern wall of the palace district that we are in now." Wei explains as he snaps open his silk fan and starts to gently fan himself. His skin feeling flush from drinking the wine. As Wei fanned himself, Guo Jian stepped in to further explain. "It's an old custom and law. Only Imperial Citizens are permitted to live in Yong'an. Foreigners cannot reside in the city for extended time." Guo Jian then looked up to find a servant standing nearby. He snapped his fingers for them to bring over chilled water for the table to drink. As the pitcher of water and the fresh clean glasses were carried over, Guo Jian further explained. "Don't be concerned though. Bullet trains and jet lines service the Embassy District for direct and quick transport to the capital." With a glass of water presented to him, Prince Wei gratefully takes it and drinks from it. He lets out a satisfied sigh with a smile. Feeling refreshed Wei rejoins the conversation to further address Owens questions. "As for your additional consulate, I believe we will build it right in my capital of Shenyang; which is the administrative capital of the Economic Recovery Zone. This way your consulate has quick and near direct access to my administration. As well as a foothold and front seat to the development of a future economic hub." | |
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| The United Empire of Argent | Deraj shakes his head with pursed lips. "My poor dear sweet boy. To be the victim of the viciousness of court and noble politics." He rests his hand against his heart, "I know all to well the heartache that you have suffered. For I too suffered as a victim to the cruelty of the politics of the corrupt and unjust." Looking into the fire, the light of the flames dancing in his silver eyes, Deraj recalled his own past. His voice becoming notedly somber, "From the moment of my birth, I was nothing more than a pawn to be used in the games of inter clan and family politics." "Passed around house to house as a hostage to guarantee agreements and treaties. Discarded and not cared for by my family. By the people that was supposed to love and care for me." The chain in his hand stopped swinging and the grip on his glass tumbler tightened. "I was finally traded to a cruel monstrous man that did horrors to me that haunt my nightmares to this very day." Deraj's gaze into the fire intensified along with the resonance of his voice which grew with anger, "At one point my mind finally broke and I was left for dead as a useless wretch. In the darkest voids of my mind, as I lay dying, I fought and freed myself from my societal subjugation." He paused a moment staring into the fire of the great fireplace. "I swore my vengeance against them all. I swore to be free of it all." "I planned and schemed. I devoted myself to the destruction of those that wronged me, those that abandoned me, those that hurt me, and those that benefited from a despicable evil system that nearly destroyed me." The Emperor was now seemingly in a rant, lost to the world around him as he recounted the dark times of his life. "And finally, in the fires of their burning and ruined lives I took my righteous vengeance against them and smitted them from the face of this earth." The glass tumbler in Deraj's hand then shattered under the pressure of his tightening grip. The shattering seemed to break him from the momentary trance that he had fallen into. He blinked his eyes a few times before he shook his hand of the remaining liquor. "Apologies, dear Zixin. I forget my own strength sometimes when I'm in my own mind." Linus appears and hands the Emperor a fresh new filled glass with an attendant standing behind him with a small broom and dustpan for the broken glass. "Thank you, Linus." Deraj says automatically. "The point I was trying to make is I understand and feel for your plight Zixin. I truly do." Deraj explains after sipping from the new glass. He starts to swing the gold chain from his waist in his other hand again. "Also, the only way to get what you want is to take it yourself. And if so be it, by whatever means necessary." He adds with a smirk and chuckle. Deraj leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, "I hope that someday I might be able to help you, dear prince. Should you seek to right some wrongs. As someone that has suffered similar injustices of corrupt broken systems, I like to see myself now as a champion to those in need. So if you have need, you can turn to me when you have nowhere else to turn to." He smiles widely as his eyes glow in the fire's light. Leaning back into his seat, Deraj happily hums as he drinks from his cup again. "So then, what brings you to the Obelisk today, Prince Zixin? A problem that I might help you with? Does the Imperial Court in China require something of me?" Sheng China and Greater polaris | |
 The Democratic Republic of Tokora | Driving through the region of Tamaulipas, Mexico, Thanh Lanh carries with him a shipment of assault rifles, pistols, submachine guns, and sniper rifles for the People's Army of America. Officially however, he's carrying crates of Tokoran textiles. Most Tokorans are able to speak Tokoran, Chinese, and Vietnamese; however, Spanish wasn't as commonly taught. Despite having no idea what the city is named, he can tell however that gangs were everywhere and he only see about five officers his entire stay. This forsaken country is long overdue of a revolution of her own, but any attempt for the locals to unite would only be stamped out by that fascists to the north. After driving up to the marked port on the map he was provided he patiently awaits his American contact. Argent, Sheng China, and The nazi reich of america | |
| Uricry | Pacifist Republic of Uricry, Homeworld The trail of cigarette smoke slowly rolled through the air, folding in and over on itself as the previous man held so high in regard and honor as the previous leader of the Legion Empire sat in a standard prison jumpsuit in handcuffs, angrily sitting in silence as Caius Callum would sit neatly across the table with a cup of coffee, carefully staring down the man in the jumpsuit. “All but five of the Legionary Empire’s military detachments have returned to the homeland seeking forgiveness for their actions. Three of them attempted to raid the homeland in a plot to restore you to power, they failed to account that due to being cut off from the homeland in which was supplying them their resources, their men were hungry, short on ammunition, they lacked power for their radios and gas for their vehicles, they had nowhere to entrench in these urban centers. Most of all….They failed to account for as to what would happen if the gate were to close while their men were inside. Admittedly they started out strong with several of their troops entering, the few armored vehicles that made it through were hard to dispatch of...But tanks can only travel so fast and starving men can only sprint so far. As much as it breaks my heart ...There are now over roughly 840 Legionaries trapped in the void and there they will atone for their crimes against humanity. The police force handled the rest, several fought till their last breath, others surrendered. There are now only two detachments that stand against the tide of change. Commander Vinitonri, the occupational Commander who made an active effort to stick to the traditions of military campaigns with horseback cavalry, swords and shields, bows and arrows. He has shut himself away in an unknown region, any diplomats sent to talk have been slaughtered by hit n’ run attacks. The other…..Commander Anttio, who has neglected any sort of contact. The Legion is over.” Emperor Callum would speak in a thick toned Latin starring in the eyes of ‘Gearheart’ the previous “Great Leader”. Taking a moment to sip his coffee. ‘Gearheart’ sitting there with a pure burning look of hate and loathing, taking a drag off of his cigarette. “You’ve torn down the one thing that progressed this nation. You’ve been so blinded by maintaining a moral high ground and calling for an action of peace when you know not of the pain you’ve caused this country. The military provided jobs, it granted us room to expand our ever growing population as everyday we grow, we get more crowded, we grow more need in resources. It unified the people and gave them the strength to never be enslaved once more. You’ve began the end of our people.” The jumpsuited previous near royalty would chuckle while gritting his teeth in seething anger. “We hold the ability to still expand by peaceful means as we’re currently building a branch nation into Asiana. We will survive without violence and grow peaceful means in the region we previously terrorized.” Emperor Callum would inform rather formally as he’d cross a leg over his knee sipping from his mug softly, his eyes lowered as if he was answering a trivial matter. “Pfft...Y-You think you can make peace with them? Bwahahahaha! You f*cking dense buffon! You truly are blind! You think they’re willing to make peace? After what we’ve done? You’ve just about lost your mind! Countless conflicts, endless slaves and children were streamed to the homeland from their world! We gathered land! Stripped it of all the resources we could find and Commander Anttio nearly pissed on the sole superpower’s prince of the nation so badly it caused the first recorded failed occupation of a world! They witnessed our ration protocols when it came to bodies, we conducted illegal operations across borders of nations! Assassinations, strategic planned economic crashes of entire countries, we overthrew governments and held figure heads captive! Get the wax out of your ears Odysseus! They. Will. Come. Even now as your little plummers install ceramic toilets in housing complexes, they’re calling their friends, they’re preparing soldiers, they're taking satellite images and a sniper & spotter is prepping crosshairs on each and everyone of them! What are you expecting?! Them to welcome us with open arms?! They hold grudges! Do you get off on the idea having tea with some Chinese princesses?! Does the thought of tourists roaming through our nation give you chills of excitement? I swear to god I could just strangle the life outta you! I’M GONNA STRANGLE THE F*CKING LIFE OUTTA YOU!” Criminal ‘Gearheart’ would start nearly laughing like a mad man before growing serious in tone, with every sentence a wave of pressurized anger building inside of him like a pressure cooker, his face growing red as he’d jolt up from his seat lunging across the folding table at the Emperor Callum. The look of fire & anger in his eyes, ready to kill, readying his hands to meet the throat of the man that sat before him, soon being slammed against the table and restrained by the Praetorian Guards stationed around the new Emperor. “With patience and peace, anything is possible ...And no, I wouldn't mind having tea with a princess.” Callum would say, unflinching, stirring his coffee softly with a small white plastic spoon, staring down at the man who would revered much like a god ...being slammed and subdued against the table that sat before him. A small smile stretching across his face at the thought. The Northern Lands Of South America, Asiana “We’re operating at maximum production output. Estimated completion of the entire operation places us around two years from now.” The construction foreman would tiredly say as the sun started to rise, his shift being the nocturnal second shift. “Wonderful, electricity and power stations should be online in a few days, looks like we’re making good time.” The head electrician would suggest in a tone of happiness. “Just make sure construction stays on course, the last thing we need is any sort of delay, I want to get this done on-time. This is an important project and the quicker we can establish the branch nation and open lines of communication & trade then the quicker we get our job finished, be paid, and be responsible to severely aiding our nation.” The tired construction worker would say before strolling off to his tent. As the metropolis was slowly being constructed it seemed unreal, as if someone was building an entire civilization/modern massive city from left to right. As the sun rose and crafted a horizon off of the massive rolling mountains of Columbia, a few workers off of their shifts would sit around a bonfire. One of them playing music from a small speaker set of the local tunes found here which ideally gave an overall beautiful vibe to the start of the day. They were in the heart of a land filled with spirit crafting a nation from their own hands. The music felt apart of them as the sun peaked out and shined upon them. Song being played: https://youtu.be/GJm7H9IP5SU | |
| The nazi reich of america | Luke had arrived at the meet spot not long after Thanh Lanh. He was admittedly nervous as this was his first assignment on his own. Leadership within the group wanted to test his ability and trusted this assignment to him. As he made his way to the meet point, all he could think was how vastly different Mexico was from the states. It seemed so much more free. So free in fact that crime was very noticeably the law of the land in certain places. It certainly wasn't appealing on its own but it was far less harsh than the weight of a fascist boot on the throat of its citizens. By this point, all of those who were alive long enough to remember the old America were long gone but the stories still circulated in the shadows. Stories of a republic that was a force to be reopened with. It was a place where people were free and love of country was earned, not demanded. He approached his contact and offered a somewhat tense greeting. "The company is desperate for this shipment. Inventory is running low, so I better take it off your hands ASAP." Sheng China and Tokora | |
| The Democratic Republic of Tokora | ||
| The democratic states of ablya | Owens would smile “I assumed requesting it in the Captial would be a long shot but it never hurts to ask.” As Owens would look through the paperwork one last time he would comment “As for the cultural exchange how far do you want it to go? Like just a trade of Litterature? Maybe a cultural embassy that will house the works of our respective people? Or would you like a student exchange program that will let our youth experience and learn from other cultures? Soon after Wei’s response, the Ares unit attached to Owens security escort would receive an emergency transmission “Are you certain about that command? Alright, I’ll tell him.” As he ends the transmission he would walk to Owens “Mister President, there have been multiple attacks on Ablyan soil. It appears to be the Ouwezenielan Resurrectionist group. The Kingdoms Consulate is recalling you back to Ablya and they have granted you emergency executive powers.” Admiral Jaden would stand up after he would receive a transmission on his communicator “The Ouwezenielan Resurrectionist group? They are the ones who stole the Helionis Cargo Transport? Alright then just get my ship ready to fly.” Jaden would turn around to face Wei and Owens “The Air Navy is mobilizing along with the marines. Most of the attacks in the west have been suppressed with the National Guard the invading force in the north is still moving.” Owens would look at Wei “Well I’m afraid we have to cut this visit short then. Our joint space operations are to go into effect Immediately, the current situation should not hinder our operations.” Owens would make one last bow to Wei “Me and my staff must be off.” | |
| Tsaire | The sight on the conquering hero astride over the commander. Burundak's blood running down the Bear's hand from where he had the head speared on his sword. It was the visage of a true warrior from myth and tale. There wasn't a dry pair of pants in the square from among the Tsaire. The soldiers looked at the situation they were now in. Burundak was annihilated so totally in the duel it was embarrassing. Hundreds have already died against the wall with as many having now died fighting in the square; their brethren falling like flies. The enemy commander, who was already a legend of combat among his people, stood now with nothing between them and him. Warriors quickly kneeled in surrender to Turokhan. They threw their weapons away with a clatter to the ground. Some rose their hands up and others prostrated to the ground. It was common practice for the people of steppe to join the band of the one who defeated their leader. And with Burundak now just a head on a stick, many found this just as good a time as any to keep with tradition. The others that saw their comrades throw away their arms but refused to kneel tried to flee from the square to regroup with the main body of their formation still outside of the wall. Many were quickly cut down in their flight. Some made it to retell what they had seen. Needless to say, moral was shaken. Things further down the wall weren't any better though. Mukhtar had triumphantly reached the top with his band and looked behind him to cheer, "Come on you dogs! If an old man can beat you then what are you doing with your lives! Now charge!" He said with a great smile that was more gum than teeth. The old commander turned and looked down the rubble mound to find the fire of the enemy rotary cannon devastating his men. The sudden attack by the rotary cannon on the unsuspecting fighters scaling down the wall was truly devastating. Machine and man alike were riddled with bullets; staining the rock in brilliant red or dark oil. Mukhtar watched in horror as the warriors were being literally torn apart to shreds under the steady stream of gunfire. Even greater horror splashed against the old man's ticker when the stream of bullets made its way to him. He panicked and tried to flee. He tripped on loose rock as he turned to jump over the otherside of the rubble. As he stood from where he had fallen the stream of bullets found Mukhtar at his midsection. Tearing right through the armor and soft tissue. He couldn't breath. Everything came to a sudden stop. "Damn." He muttered before falling forward. He was face down in the rubble while the other half of him fell backwards on his rump. "What the f*** is happening?!" Hayder screamed and stomped on the platform back in the camp. He had just been informed of the death of Baranduk and Mukhtar. "How are we losing!" "I will give the weight of Mukhat, Baranduk, and hell I'll even add my own weights worth of gold for whoever brings me those bastard Turoki princes! So that I can dismember them myself! I'll do every unspeakable thing to em!" He declared loudly for everyone to hear. "Charge everything we have f***ing left. Get everything across the field. I want everything living thing in that city dead!" | |
| The democratic states of ablya | Throughout the streets of Ipatinga all would be silent. No street goers nothing. The City would be seemed abandoned. At 8:55 AM standard Ablyan Time, the sound of rotors from a helicopter could be heard. 3 AH-67 Scorpions would be flying in formation as the 1st Cavalry Division would descend onto the city. Civilians hiding would soon leave cover as they hear the Ablyan soldiers singing. Soon tanks and Kataphrakts would be lining the streets preparing for the 1st phase of the attack. Major General Hertzberg and his staff have turned the City hall of Ipatinga into a command center. The general would take the orders from the Lieutenant and he would read out loud paraphrasing “The 1st Cavalry Division is to take Brasília, Goiânia, and surrounding towns.” Hertzberg would clear his thought “Well it seems we get to squash the Ouwezenielans as we should have a long time ago. -------------------------------------------------- Terra Worth, Ablya, 6:15 PM Standard Ablyan Time Along the main highway into the City of Terra Worth, a large number of tanks, Kataphrakts and Armored personnel carriers would be seen entering the city. In the skies above helicopters could be seen flying above. “This is an emergency action notification for the greater Terra Worth area. We ask those who are watching to contact as many people as possible to find the nearest T.V. or radio. President Owens and Vice President Alves just held an emergency press conference with the Kingdoms Consulate to announce the mobilization of Military units to keep the peace and to prevent the outbreak if the foreseeable worst-case scenario. During the conference, President Owens issued the following statement “After careful consideration of the recent attacks on Ablyan territory carried out of the Ouwezenielans in multiple cities across the nation, it has been deemed that the local police forces alone are not sufficient should the worst possible outcome come to pass. As part of this decision, the following units have been mobilized, the 1st Armored Division 6th Squadron, 1st Armored Brigade Combat Team, 6th Squadron, 1st Cavalry Regiment, 2nd Battalion, 37th Armor Regiment, 4th Battalion, 70th Armor Regiment All throughout the city roads would be blocked off for movement of troops and equipment. Sights like this would be taking place all over Ablya. ---------------------------------- Terra Worth, Ablya, 8:15 AM Standard Ablyan Time An emergency Security Council meeting would be taking place with the Joint Chief of staff and the President. The Chief of the Air Force would bring up a satellite scan of Gran Colombia “Mister President, our intelligence is showing a build-up infostructure in the area. Not to mention major thermal changes in the area.” Minister of Defence would speak up “What does the activity in Gran Colombia have to do with us?” The Chief of the Air Force would bring up another report “This shows a massive build-up of Sheng Forces, whatever it is it stirred up the hive. The only thing I can think of is our old acquaintance Uricry. I propose we send a Task Force from our Air Fleet. 1 Battleship, 1 Battle Carrier, 3 Cruisers, 4 destroyers, and 5 Frigates. Now I understand that's a large chunk of our Air Fleet but if the Chinese are getting round up because of this I believe we should send more, but as you all know we have other issues on our hands. Soon after the meeting the newly created Task Force would be designated the 25th Task Force and would be sent to Gran Colombia to converge with the Shengs Chinese. Once in range of any |
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