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NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Democratic Republic of TokoraDemocratic Socialists“Free of blood!”
2.The Confederate Empire of Sheng ChinaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“大皇后万岁,大帝国万岁”
3.The Khanate of Tam AmisgalCorrupt Dictatorship“We bring the Winter Flame.”
4.The Holy Empire of Greater CoreaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“All Hail Corea! (대한제국 을 위하여!)”
5.The United Empire of ArgentFather Knows Best State“Argentia est imperare orbi universo”
6.The Republic of Roman HiberniaLeft-Leaning College State“Aequitas, Clementia, Pietas.”
7.The Stratocratic Empire of Greater PolarisFather Knows Best State“There are Strong, There are Weak but Nothing is Static”
8.The Federation of The Democratic States of AblyaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Let justice be done, though the Heavens Fall”
9.The Holy Kingdom of FlorentinzInoffensive Centrist Democracy“The hawk with talent hides it's claws.”
10.The Republic of TheodossiaNew York Times Democracy“We Will Endure”
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The Confederate Empire of Sheng China

Argent wrote:The biting defeat of their first major battle against Imperial Forces sends shock waves across the AFJ. Their series of symbolic victories of overrunning small Imperial garrisons and sieging cities is now at its end with the march of Prince Zixin and his victory at Ibb.

Despite the defeat of their forces at Ibb, the Arab Front for Justice are able to gain crucial intelligence on the impending force marching to save Sana'a. It is a small force and the only force that seems to be working to fight against the rebels. As they have have learned since the outbreak of the rebellion and with the arrival of Zixin's small force, it would appear that the Governor General has little intention of joining the conflict with his own forces. The revelation of this frees the AFJ to move their own forces freely and to be embolden in their choices of targets to attack.

In response to the defeat at Ibb, the AFJ calls upon the faithful, loyal, and patriotic of Yemen and the Arab world to rebuff the Imperial advance upon Sana'a. With the knowledge that only such a small force faces against the rebellion, many militias and insurgents race to the city in preparation for the Prince's force. The besieging forces numbers swell by several thousands and prepare to engage the approaching force while simultaneously attempting to seize Sana'a.

In the aftermath of the Battle of Ibb, Prince Zixin and his forces continued their string of victories in the week long progression north. Despite the distance from Ibb and Sana'a being relatively small, the increasing density and veracity of rebel fighters increased the closer they approached the large city.

Their steady progress however was considerably slowed when Prince's forces had reached and besieged the occupied city of Dhamar. Although the city had no walls and defensive formations to speak of unlike many of the settlements in Yemen, an especially strong garrison occupied it. The city sits on a cross roads of two of the major highways in the region. Not only is it of strategic importance for both sides, the city easily received reinforcements from fighters rushing to reinforce Sana'a besieging forces.

After a stalemate had developed from rebuffed advances on both sides, Zixin deployed a new tactical force to better assist in the battle. Military grade small drones entered the sky by the dozens from command center trucks. The drones swarm across the city and locate enemy positions. Once identified the drones would ping the location back to artillery command or themselves drop small munitions to push the enemy out. The hyperlinked drones directly linked to supercomputers commanded by Prince's technicians coordinate with each other flawlessly to swarm across the city.

With the data and efforts of the drone swarms, Zixin's forces are able to push against enemy weak points and/or directly confront unprepared positions. Switching to a targeted series of attacks and shelling, Zixin's forces are able to make considerable headway into the city as they fragment and destabilize the enemy forces.

After a 3 days long street by street battle, Prince Zixin's forces finally push the rebels from the city and into the hills where they are pursued by attack helicopters and drones to be mowed down or chased from the area. While a sound and resounding victory over the rebels in retaking the city, casualties of the battle are the highest since the start of the campaign.

In the aftermath, Prince Zixin evaluates the results of battle and the current position of his forces. While technologically more advanced than the enemy and professionally trained, his forces are sorely outnumbered. Even with Jin-ho pulling strings on the other side and providing ample intel the enemy combatants are still tenacious and full of conviction. Further consulting with Jin-ho leads him to conclude that additional support is necessary if they are going to have a chance to liberate Sana'a.

The Prince calls out to Governor General Xiong Da from his mobile command center. Standing before a large screen in the lounge area of the command center, Zixin begrudgingly bows when the image of the Governor General finally snaps onto the screen. "Governor General!" The Prince salutes.

"Your highness." The Governor General sitting at the desk does not even bother to rise as he bows his head to the Prince. "To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your handsome face."

Forcing a fakes chuckle and smile the Prince responds, "A pleasure to see you as well, Governor. I call on urgent business however. The situation here in the west is becoming complicated. I am in need of reinforcements if I am to liberate the west from the rebel threat."

Governor Xiong strokes his precisely manicured beard as he leans back in his plush chair as considers what Zixin had just said.

Disliking the lack of response out of Xiong, Zixin presses further, "I have but a force of 5,000 fighting against rebels in the tens of thousands. I need the support of Imperial Forces or the Colonial Militia. Sana'a alone is encircled by over 30,000 and it is being bolstered everyday with more. If you can summon 5,000 Imperial soldiers and 10,000 of the Colonial Militia, I would be able to liberate the city and go on to liberate the west."

The Governor stands from his chair. Due to his large size the camera automatically pulls back to keep him in shot; following him as he moves about his large office. "Your highness, you have performed so well without the need for reinforcements. The battle of Ibb and now fresh off your liberation of Dhamar. You have proven to be an exceptional commander. Do you really require so much added support?"

Taken aback by the Governor General's comments, it takes a Zixin a moment to respond. "What do you mean? While I have won the battles I have with what I have, they have been won by the skin of our teeth. I have calculated the reinforcements I require to liberate the city with as little as I can manage. The number is the 15,000 if I want to have any chance of succeeding."

The Governor nods his head in understanding, still stroking the beard on his chin. He lets out a deep sigh as he turns his attention back to Zixin, "That may be so. However, I will be blunt with you young prince. Promises have been made. Promises which I intend to keep. I cannot summon Imperial Forces to Yemen."

Zixin pieced together instantly what Xiong was referring to. Requesting reinforcements from Imperial Forces would show to the Imperial Court that the Governor General was losing control of the situation. Potential political suicide. Especially for a man with retirement in sight. So even if half the territory is in rebel hands, as long as the Imperial Court thinks that he has control over the situation they won't care. It also means that the Prince is set up as a fall for if the situation goes bad. If Zixin fails and loses the campaign, then he can summon the Imperial Forces over the Prince's failure and save his own face.

"Then what am I to do, Governor." Zixin asked through grit teeth.

The Governor General returned to his chair behind the desk and this time drummed his fingers against his chin in thought. "Colonial Militia I can summon. I think 5,000 will do you?"

Eyes flying open in surprise and face contorting in disgust, the Prince balked at the offer. "5,000? That's only a third of what I requested. A third! I only requested 15,000 because I was expecting 5,000 of that to be Imperial soldiers." Realizing that his voice and temper were growing, Zixin took in a breath to calm himself before speaking calmly again. "Please, your excellency. I am honored by the trust you have in my skill, but 5,000 additional Colonial Militiamen is simply not enough. If I am to liberate Sana'a and have any hope in winning this conflict for you, then I need more soldiers." Zixin plead with desperation rising in his voice.

Raising his hands up defensively, the Governor General chuckles patronizingly, "I understand your concerns and the situation that you find yourself in. However, You must understand your highness, even as Governor I am bound by constraints of time and availability." Leaning back in his chair, Xiong runs his hand hand over his beard again in a show of thought. A moment later he offers, "I can muster maybe an additional 3,000 for you immediately. Now that's 8,000 fighters. That is all I can provide to you for now. Time is needed to raise more. Money is needed to be gathered to pay them."

As Zixin is about to protest again at the lack of necessary soldiers, Governor Xiong interrupts him, "Begin the battle with this. And I will continue to muster more for you. I will find the money needed somewhere in the budgets. Just give me time. I will do as much as I can."

The Governor then picks up his datapad and starts typing in commands as he continues speaking, "I will have your 8,000 air lifted to Dhamar and will be in contact when I can. Good luck, your highness." The video then cuts out before Zixin has a chance to say anything much less force a fake smile and thankful platitude.

Shaking his head, Zixin turns away from the monitor and throws himself down into a near chair. He rubs his temples to sooth the headache forming from his frustration. "Is it just me or is he setting me up to be killed?" He asks aloud for Jin-ho to hear him, who he knows was hiding in the shadows away from the eyes of the Governor General. "The man was once one of our most respected generals. Now he has become a doughy politician in generals armor." Zixin vents.

The Democratic Republic of Tokora

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The United Empire of Argent

Sheng China wrote:In the aftermath of the Battle of Ibb, Prince Zixin and his forces continued their string of victories in the week long progression north. Despite the distance from Ibb and Sana'a being relatively small, the increasing density and veracity of rebel fighters increased the closer they approached the large city.

Their steady progress however was considerably slowed when Prince's forces had reached and besieged the occupied city of Dhamar. Although the city had no walls and defensive formations to speak of unlike many of the settlements in Yemen, an especially strong garrison occupied it. The city sits on a cross roads of two of the major highways in the region. Not only is it of strategic importance for both sides, the city easily received reinforcements from fighters rushing to reinforce Sana'a besieging forces.

After a stalemate had developed from rebuffed advances on both sides, Zixin deployed a new tactical force to better assist in the battle. Military grade small drones entered the sky by the dozens from command center trucks. The drones swarm across the city and locate enemy positions. Once identified the drones would ping the location back to artillery command or themselves drop small munitions to push the enemy out. The hyperlinked drones directly linked to supercomputers commanded by Prince's technicians coordinate with each other flawlessly to swarm across the city.

With the data and efforts of the drone swarms, Zixin's forces are able to push against enemy weak points and/or directly confront unprepared positions. Switching to a targeted series of attacks and shelling, Zixin's forces are able to make considerable headway into the city as they fragment and destabilize the enemy forces.

After a 3 days long street by street battle, Prince Zixin's forces finally push the rebels from the city and into the hills where they are pursued by attack helicopters and drones to be mowed down or chased from the area. While a sound and resounding victory over the rebels in retaking the city, casualties of the battle are the highest since the start of the campaign.

In the aftermath, Prince Zixin evaluates the results of battle and the current position of his forces. While technologically more advanced than the enemy and professionally trained, his forces are sorely outnumbered. Even with Jin-ho pulling strings on the other side and providing ample intel the enemy combatants are still tenacious and full of conviction. Further consulting with Jin-ho leads him to conclude that additional support is necessary if they are going to have a chance to liberate Sana'a.

The Prince calls out to Governor General Xiong Da from his mobile command center. Standing before a large screen in the lounge area of the command center, Zixin begrudgingly bows when the image of the Governor General finally snaps onto the screen. "Governor General!" The Prince salutes.

"Your highness." The Governor General sitting at the desk does not even bother to rise as he bows his head to the Prince. "To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your handsome face."

Forcing a fakes chuckle and smile the Prince responds, "A pleasure to see you as well, Governor. I call on urgent business however. The situation here in the west is becoming complicated. I am in need of reinforcements if I am to liberate the west from the rebel threat."

Governor Xiong strokes his precisely manicured beard as he leans back in his plush chair as considers what Zixin had just said.

Disliking the lack of response out of Xiong, Zixin presses further, "I have but a force of 5,000 fighting against rebels in the tens of thousands. I need the support of Imperial Forces or the Colonial Militia. Sana'a alone is encircled by over 30,000 and it is being bolstered everyday with more. If you can summon 5,000 Imperial soldiers and 10,000 of the Colonial Militia, I would be able to liberate the city and go on to liberate the west."

The Governor stands from his chair. Due to his large size the camera automatically pulls back to keep him in shot; following him as he moves about his large office. "Your highness, you have performed so well without the need for reinforcements. The battle of Ibb and now fresh off your liberation of Dhamar. You have proven to be an exceptional commander. Do you really require so much added support?"

Taken aback by the Governor General's comments, it takes a Zixin a moment to respond. "What do you mean? While I have won the battles I have with what I have, they have been won by the skin of our teeth. I have calculated the reinforcements I require to liberate the city with as little as I can manage. The number is the 15,000 if I want to have any chance of succeeding."

The Governor nods his head in understanding, still stroking the beard on his chin. He lets out a deep sigh as he turns his attention back to Zixin, "That may be so. However, I will be blunt with you young prince. Promises have been made. Promises which I intend to keep. I cannot summon Imperial Forces to Yemen."

Zixin pieced together instantly what Xiong was referring to. Requesting reinforcements from Imperial Forces would show to the Imperial Court that the Governor General was losing control of the situation. Potential political suicide. Especially for a man with retirement in sight. So even if half the territory is in rebel hands, as long as the Imperial Court thinks that he has control over the situation they won't care. It also means that the Prince is set up as a fall for if the situation goes bad. If Zixin fails and loses the campaign, then he can summon the Imperial Forces over the Prince's failure and save his own face.

"Then what am I to do, Governor." Zixin asked through grit teeth.

The Governor General returned to his chair behind the desk and this time drummed his fingers against his chin in thought. "Colonial Militia I can summon. I think 5,000 will do you?"

Eyes flying open in surprise and face contorting in disgust, the Prince balked at the offer. "5,000? That's only a third of what I requested. A third! I only requested 15,000 because I was expecting 5,000 of that to be Imperial soldiers." Realizing that his voice and temper were growing, Zixin took in a breath to calm himself before speaking calmly again. "Please, your excellency. I am honored by the trust you have in my skill, but 5,000 additional Colonial Militiamen is simply not enough. If I am to liberate Sana'a and have any hope in winning this conflict for you, then I need more soldiers." Zixin plead with desperation rising in his voice.

Raising his hands up defensively, the Governor General chuckles patronizingly, "I understand your concerns and the situation that you find yourself in. However, You must understand your highness, even as Governor I am bound by constraints of time and availability." Leaning back in his chair, Xiong runs his hand hand over his beard again in a show of thought. A moment later he offers, "I can muster maybe an additional 3,000 for you immediately. Now that's 8,000 fighters. That is all I can provide to you for now. Time is needed to raise more. Money is needed to be gathered to pay them."

As Zixin is about to protest again at the lack of necessary soldiers, Governor Xiong interrupts him, "Begin the battle with this. And I will continue to muster more for you. I will find the money needed somewhere in the budgets. Just give me time. I will do as much as I can."

The Governor then picks up his datapad and starts typing in commands as he continues speaking, "I will have your 8,000 air lifted to Dhamar and will be in contact when I can. Good luck, your highness." The video then cuts out before Zixin has a chance to say anything much less force a fake smile and thankful platitude.

Shaking his head, Zixin turns away from the monitor and throws himself down into a near chair. He rubs his temples to sooth the headache forming from his frustration. "Is it just me or is he setting me up to be killed?" He asks aloud for Jin-ho to hear him, who he knows was hiding in the shadows away from the eyes of the Governor General. "The man was once one of our most respected generals. Now he has become a doughy politician in generals armor." Zixin vents.

Appearing from the shadows as the Prince assumed he was hiding, Jin-ho made straight for the bar in the room as he answered the Prince, "To be blunt, your highness, yes. Yes, he is trying to kill you."

Opening the bar and quickly finding the good baijiu with a smile Jin-ho starts pouring two glasses, "Maybe not actively, mind you, but he is certainly setting you up for failure."

"He knows that the situation is bad. Very bad. So bad, that he and you both are not likely to fix it without serious external help; likely from the Imperial Army." Jin-ho returns the cap to the bottle and places the expensive liquor back in the bar. He walks over to where the Prince sits and offers him a glass. "A call which he will not do in order to save his own skin."

Sitting himself down next to Zixin, Jin-ho continues, "Summoning the full might of the Colonial Militia would draw too much attention as well." The agent takes a quick sip of the baijiu and gives an audible sigh. "That's good."

"So, he is setting you up to be the fall guy. If you fail at Sana'a then you can be blamed for the entirety of the situations severity because you were too incompetent to win or manage the war. Then he can ride in ahead of the Colonial Militia or the Imperial Army sweep the insurgents aside in glorious Imperial fashion." He declares sweeping his hand through the air before turning it into a fist. He turns back to his drink and takes another sip.

"He'll be hailed as a hero and you'll be cast down again as a failed upstart. Or you'll be dead. Win-win for him." Jin-ho sighs as he shakes his head, "Even if you succeed, he takes credit for providing you with forces. Minimal though they be."

The man then jumps to his feet and downs the last of the baijiu in his glass before making for the bar again. At the bar he takes the bottle out and this time decides to take it with him back to his seat next to Zixin. Before he sits he gives Zixin a wicked smile, "What we need to do is out maneuver him in an embarrassing fashion. A coup de grâce."

The United Empire of Argent

Happy Easter to all who celebrate!! <3

The Democratic Republic of Tokora

Argent wrote:Happy Easter to all who celebrate!! <3

Ditto.

The Great Manchurian Empire of Yangtian

Manchuria changes its flag

The ascension of Aisin Gioro Xian on the orchid throne was an historic event in Manchu history as it marked the first time a woman became a reigning monarch in Manchuria. She was also the youngest empress on the throne at a mere 29 years old. This, however was not the only surprising event that happened. A few days after she became the Yangxi empress, the government announced that the country would change its flag for the third time of its history. The flag most manchus were used to was the yellow flag with five stripes in the canton, each representing one of the 5 main ethnic groups of the country, being Manchus, Han chinese, Russians, Japanese and Koreans respectively, under the autoritarian rule of the Wangshan Emperor from 2020 to 2060, the flag became associated with opression such as what was endured under the Kangde emperor, in an era when the concordia association, which is today Manchuria's dominent party despite the democratisation towards the end of the Wangshan emperor's rule, was still the sole legal political party. As such, the flag became increasingly associated with the party which, was also responsable for the forcefull ethnic cleansing of Han chinese in the 1950's. With this in mind, the empress proposed a bill to parliament to change the flag to a new one she had previously created. The flag features two horizontal stripes of equal size splitting the flag in two, the upper one being red and the lower one being yellow. The flag also features the imperial seal on the left corner of the red stripe. Red is meant to represent the Han, Japanese and Koreans as well as the han who were killed, while the yellow represents the Russians and Manchus. The flag was nicknamed the "Han and Manchu friendship flag" by the empress and was officially adopted by parliament. political analysts say this might be a turning point in Sino Manchurian relations as this could indicate an attempt at a rapprochement with china which would be yet another historic event for Manchuria.

The Confederate Empire of Sheng China

Argent wrote:Appearing from the shadows as the Prince assumed he was hiding, Jin-ho made straight for the bar in the room as he answered the Prince, "To be blunt, your highness, yes. Yes, he is trying to kill you."

Opening the bar and quickly finding the good baijiu with a smile Jin-ho starts pouring two glasses, "Maybe not actively, mind you, but he is certainly setting you up for failure."

"He knows that the situation is bad. Very bad. So bad, that he and you both are not likely to fix it without serious external help; likely from the Imperial Army." Jin-ho returns the cap to the bottle and places the expensive liquor back in the bar. He walks over to where the Prince sits and offers him a glass. "A call which he will not do in order to save his own skin."

Sitting himself down next to Zixin, Jin-ho continues, "Summoning the full might of the Colonial Militia would draw too much attention as well." The agent takes a quick sip of the baijiu and gives an audible sigh. "That's good."

"So, he is setting you up to be the fall guy. If you fail at Sana'a then you can be blamed for the entirety of the situations severity because you were too incompetent to win or manage the war. Then he can ride in ahead of the Colonial Militia or the Imperial Army sweep the insurgents aside in glorious Imperial fashion." He declares sweeping his hand through the air before turning it into a fist. He turns back to his drink and takes another sip.

"He'll be hailed as a hero and you'll be cast down again as a failed upstart. Or you'll be dead. Win-win for him." Jin-ho sighs as he shakes his head, "Even if you succeed, he takes credit for providing you with forces. Minimal though they be."

The man then jumps to his feet and downs the last of the baijiu in his glass before making for the bar again. At the bar he takes the bottle out and this time decides to take it with him back to his seat next to Zixin. Before he sits he gives Zixin a wicked smile, "What we need to do is out maneuver him in an embarrassing fashion. A coup de grâce."

Zixin begrudgingly takes the glass offered to him and takes a small sip; not really interested in drinking, but equally disinterested in being completely sober. As Jin-ho elaborates on Governor Xiong's motives, Zixin hopes it will throw some water on the angry inferno building at the notion of this fat, aged governor standing in his way.

The drink does not help as Jin-ho continues to speak on the Governor's motives and two faced nature which only fuels the fire. He propels himself to his feet and paces about erratically for a moment, hoping to dispel some of the agitation at Jin-ho’s mention of being "cast down as a failed upstart." The word 'fail' echoes in his head as heat bubbles in his chest. He can feel the warm flush of anger working its way up his neck, and it takes everything in his power to contain his emotions and to not lash out. He breathes heavily through clenched teeth. His knuckles turn white in his balled fists.

Once his ire is successfully curbed, for now, the young prince turns to silence Jin-ho on the subject when he notices the Argentian agent's smile. Zixin knows the wicked smile as a sign that Jin-ho has a plan.

"I like embarrassing. I’d prefer utterly ruining, but embarrassing will do." Zixin retrieves his still- full glass and finishes it off in a few short gulps, enjoying how the warm burn of the alcohol spreads across his chest and literally melts the tension throughout his body. The prince raises the glass to Jin-ho for a refill. "What do you have in mind, my friend?"



The Federation of Shesterniserdtse

Feniks Nadezhdy, Shesterniserdtse, Eastern Europe

The silence in the white marble covered office was broken with the deep inhale of a cigarette. Loosening his tie Alexi turned on the office TV with a click of a simple sleek remote. The national news blaring to life as Dimitri, Alexi’s advisor, enters the room. The glow of the television casted onto Alexi as the two reports sat behind a clean gray desk with a fake green screened city landscape in the background.

In latest news: Industry! To much of a surprise of stock market analysts the merging of the national stock markets since the birth of the nation has resulted in an unremarkable smooth transition with little to no bumps on the road of capitalism! Much of this success can be credited to Industry Cassanova, Casimir Bosnasiev. CEOs in the mining, pharmaceuticals and elecontrics markets have stated that due to Mr. Bosnasiev’s financial guidance to several well known Shesterniserdtse corporations, he has been the messiah like figure of those who send their prayers to the rolling green.” The female reporter would say in rather thick sounding, strong and proper Russian. The male reporter sitting across from her staring at his own tie every so often at what seemed like a faded water spot. Alexi chuckling at the awkward man slightly with puffs of smoke escaping his mouth and darting for the ceiling.

How are things today my friend? You seem more tired than usual.” Dimitri would ask, walking over right before the couch Alexi was lounging on, blocking half of the TV from Alexi’s sight, clutching a newspaper under his arm and a cup of coffee in his right hand in which he would offer to the Prime Minister.

Eh...I admit Dimitri I’m stressed about the nation. Sure it’s normal for a national leader to worry about his people but we are much like an infant child taking their first steps amongst the world stage filled with adults. I want these people to thrive and prosper but I’m quickly learning anything I do will piss off someone. I mean sure a few people to be angry about change is expected but after holding council with Speaker Huznmin and Deputy Minister Mutasnez any decree or bill I wish to propose seems to have some sorta negative effect.” Alexi would confess to his dear friend and political advisor, running his free hand through his hair clearly filled with anxiety as he’d hold his right hand above the glass ashtray on the office’s coffee table tapping his cigarette ash into it.

Well Alexi you can’t please everyone but if you ask me you’re doing a good job so far. I mean hell, you don’t have soldiers marching through the streets and you haven’t proposed anything to your sole benefit or that of the circle around you. I’d say you’re doing better than most. That being said I can understand your stress but we both know some of the things you’d like to propose would never get through the Federal Council. I mean redirecting funds from the military into medical research? It’s a noble thing for sure but are you trying to piss off the second most popular political party of the nation? One that mind you is entirely run by “keep the nation pure” kinda people? You’re practically asking for someone to start taking shots at you!” Dimitri would say in a compassionate yet stern tone. Placing a firm comforting hand on the shoulder of Alexi’s suit jacket.

Dimitri I understand it sounds crazy but it would benefit the majority of the nation’s citizens. We spend an outrageous amount of military funding for what? Production of swords for Officers? I mean Christ Dimitri we’re talking about a group of people that FIGHT one another for promotions! What kinda message does that send to our youth who mind you are REQUIRED to serve the military for at least two years? The indoctrination these poor kids go through has to be traumatizing. Can you imagine if you’re some college age kid wanting to have a career as a chef and you get drilled the mentality that you need to practically beat your boss in hand to hand combat for a promotion/pay raise?” Alexi would vent off in a concerned tone that could only be described much akin to a father worrying about his child.

It’s a noble cause that we can spend some time talking more in depth on later. I understand where you’re coming from trust me. But I think we need to worry about a couple of other things that we can look into while we’re still in office with the possibility of actually making change. Take a look at this.” Dimitri would say patting Alexi’s shoulder for a moment before tossing the newspaper under his arm into Alexi’s lap and starting to light up a cigarette for himself. Walking over to the window and making sure the blinds would be closed and the door to the office firmly shut.

”Natalia Gutsoviz found dead”!? The grassroots organization leader? Dimitri when the hell did this happen? We used to campaign with her at universities...” Alexi would nearly shout in a shaking complexion, rapidly flipping through the newspaper at the speed of light, his cigarette brushing against the thin paper a few times singeing it a few times.

Her body was found four days ago but she’s been dead for roughly two to three months by what the autopsy states. The report says she died of a heart attack.” Dimitri would shake his head in a mournful gesture.

Heart attack? But Natalia was completely healthy! How the hell did a 26 year old die of a heart attack and no one found her for two months in the time she died!?” Alexi would exclaim shocked and confused, placing his cigarette in the ashtray on the table holding his head with his hands.

Police are investigating but if you ask me personally you have your answer right in front of you. Natalia’s organization was big on environmental preservation and holding corporations accountable for any possible corruption or shadow deals they may try to pull behind the people’s backs.” Dimitri would accuse pointing to the TV showing a proud photo of Industry figure Casimir Bosnasiev.

Please Dimitri, a political assassination of a university grassroots leader? We don’t have time for conspiracy and even if so we couldn’t do anything even if we wanted to. This is a job for the police, not politicians.” Alexi would dismiss waving his hand, staring at the photo of his friend plastered on the newspaper in a look of remorse and grief.

Well you are right that we can’t do anything about the investigation but I would think again about your ideology pertaining to assassinations. You take a notable healthy 26 year old screaming and rallying on the steps of large corporations and you find her suddenly locked up in her apartment decaying away and no one came to check up on her in over 60 days? With how active she was? I mean look for yourself, no one on the news nor the internet is talking about it. She was only complaining about corporations and you want to piss off a Facsist military. Only reason it’s on the newspaper is because, who do you know that still reads the damn newspaper?” Dimitri would state rather sternly taking a drag off of his cigarette, pointing to the TV once more for a moment before sitting down next to his dear friend.

God...You’re right. I-...Um...O-Ok. W-Well how about other events? How fares the world?” Alexi would ask in a fearful shaking tone, his hand clasping onto his cigarette like a man about to hang at the gallows given his last smoke before the drop.

Well...Wars, famine, poverty and so forth...The normal. Good thing is Argent, the nation south of us seems not to take aggression towards the formation of our nation. Then again I can’t say I truly know how they feel about us, my only evidence that they don’t hate us is that their tanks aren’t rolling through our streets and the border guards have stated they had one occasion where they had a pleasant conversation over coffee with one of the Argent border patrol guards. Though the difference between our nation and theirs is comically different.” Dimitri would chuckle towards the end of his sentence, shaking his head much like an uncle would at some sort of family shenanigans.

I mean that’s good. At least we’re not angering anyone on a global scale. Last thing we need is a reason for those damn crazed “blood of the pure” kind in our military to drag us into a war. We’re in no position for any sort of global conflict. But what do you mean by “the difference is comical”?” Alexi would question, raising an eyebrow taking a sip from his coffee before exclaiming in yelp, burning the roof of mouth on accident.

They’re something different. Their technology looks easily 30-60 years ahead of ours. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t see us as a threat simply because to them we look like a bunch of cavemen carrying spears and clubs. I mean really Alexi the way their border guards were described they sound like soldiers outta some sort of sci-fi universe! They’re the last kinda people we wanna piss off but I’d be lying if I said they didn’t seem cool to me on a personal level.” Dimitri would express with as much emotion as a child talking about a video he recently played.

Well as much as they sound interesting, I’ll certainly heed your words as to not anger them. We’ve only just raised our banner and I don’t wish to see it burning. Plus...Like you said we have much more internal things to worry about…” Alexi would exhale with a smile that slowly faded as his eyes rested on the newspaper before him.

The United Gulf Emirates of Vornej

United Gulf Sheikdoms Celebrate National Day

On this day on april 9th 1989, the 12 sheikdoms that form the country united to form the United Gulf Sheikdoms. The area was originally part of the Ottoman Empire then became a French protectorate in the 20th century and was a patchwork of sheikdoms with the most important being Doha and Manama as well as 10 other on the arabian peninsula. In 1971, they gained independance seperately from france and most of them quickly became rich thanks to their oill reserves. By 1989, pan arabism was rising in the Sheikdoms and the Emir of what was now Qatar, Hamad bin Khalifa Al Thani, had a vision of uniting the sheikdoms and managed to do so after negotiations. He is now regarded as the founding father of the country. Today also marks another important date. Last year, at the same date, the current ruler shocked the country by winning a lawsuit against the government preventing it to elect a new dynasty to rule the country and becoming the first female reigning monarch in the country, which greatly empowered women and sent shockwaves through the arab world. Aisha Al Thani now rules the country hoping to improve the lives of her people. While the country is rich, its economy is mostly reliant on Oil and Natural Gas exports. To celebrate, a large military parade was held in Doha followed by shows and massive fireworks.

The Russian Far Eastern Republic of Trans-Amur

Sheng China wrote:(Im so sorry for being so late, i've been so very blah and bleh lately and struggling to get along.)

(Also I apologize for accidentally suppressing the post. Total slip! Im so sorry!)

Relieved to hear that the Ambassador has survived his harrowing ordeal with only a few injuries, Beiping jubilantly welcomes Valinkov to the city. The festivities that had been put on hold at the disappearance of the Ambassador now roll out in full force. Vendors and performers peddle their craft. Banners and flags fly high and proudly. The people of Beiping danced and mingled in the streets enjoying the festivities and celebration.

Ambassador Vadinkov is met by Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs, Cao Shicai, and a troupe of Imperial Guards flying the Imperial standard and the flag of Trans-Amur. Upon meeting the Ambassador, Minister Cao bows his head in respect which is simulatenously followed by a salute from the Imperial Guards.

Raising his head, Minister Cao addresses Vadinkov, "Your Excellency, I welcome you to Sheng China and the proud city of Beiping. I and the city itself are relieved and over-joyed to see you safe and in one piece."

Minister Cao turns to gesture between the parallel standing lines of Imperial Guards flanking a blue carpet. At the end of the standing rows of guards is a waiting limousine. "If you would follow me, I will escort you to the Audience Hall at the Beiping Palace. Grand Prince Sheng Wei awaits us there. He sends his apologies for not meeting you himself, but he is feeling unwell and exposure to the cold air will only exasperate it."

The Minister then descends down the carpet toward the car with the Ambassador. On arrival the doors are opened the the Minister gestures for the Ambassador to and his entourage to enter the spacious suv limousine. Once all are inside the vehicle pulls away and begins driving toward Beiping Palace to meet with Grand Prince Wei.

"I will of course hold my questions about your terrible ordeal until we meet with the Prince so that he may also hear it. All I ask though is that you will allow us to escort you and your entourage back to Trans-Amur when our summit is complete; so that we may assure your safety." The Minister earnestly asks him while opening the small bar that the cabin had; revealing the small cache of bottles of various spirits. "Would your Excellency care for anything? I hear that a common drink in the north is Vodka and Tarasun. I even acquired Sbiten if you wish something non-alcholic." He gestured to the Ambassador's advisor and bodyguards offering the same.

"Also, please feel free to ask me anything on the way to the palace." Minister Cao mentions as the limousine enters the city proper and begins heading down the main boulevard where the gate to the palace proudly stands tall.

The ambassador exited the plane smiling and waving. Upon meeting Minister Cao he too bowed in respect before shaking his hand rather enthusiastically and also rather tightly without knowing it. When he realized just how tight his grip was he instantly let go and apologized for his mistake.

"Haha. Sorry about that Minister Cao I did not mean to hurt your hand."

After hearing the concern from Minister Cao the Ambassador laughs and smiles. Finding the whole ordeal to be a rather fun affair. He takes a shot of vodka after getting in the vehicle. The bodyguards decline the offer.

"This whole ordeal has been the most fun I've had all my life, I almost want it to happen again. Alas though, I understand your concern for me but I believe the escort won't be necessary. The Republic has deployed it's most elite forces to clear the areas of.. Troublesome fauna. I do hope these talks prove more fruitful though than my trip, though I suspect things might be harder than I'd like to think."

He takes another shot as he looks out the windows at the festivities.

"It's nice and peaceful, the air is fresh and the people are happy. Not like home. Home is hard, people are harder and life is somewhat tough but it is the life we make do with." He laughs abit before smiling and turning to the Minister. "How are things with you? My good Sir."

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