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Embassies: Valentine Day, The United Empires of Carson, Urana Firma, The Chuckle Playground of Fun and Games, Gypsy Lands, Fredonia, The Monarchy alliance, Greater Middle East, Teremara, and Regionless.

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Azure Watester Federation contains 18 nations, the 1,103rd most in the world.

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NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Eternal Empire of New Imperial BritanniaIron Fist Consumerists“The Sun Never Sets”
2.The Most Corrupt Diplomat of Destructive Government Embassy SpeakerInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Primary Property of the DGES”
3.The Imperial State of CasteliaBenevolent Dictatorship“It's a sea of smiles in which we'd be glad to drown.”
4.The Deutsches Kaiserreich of ZentralreichCorporate Police State“Mit Gott und Kaiser Marschieren Wir”
5.The Königreich of The Ruby Ranch RepublicIron Fist Consumerists“Welcome to where time stands still”
6.The Legionary state of JamstownFather Knows Best State“Through Victory my chains are Broken.”
7.The Empire of The Castelian FederationCorporate Police State“Glory to God, Strength to the Federation!”
8.The Empire of World EmpirePsychotic Dictatorship“Kneel Before The Emperor”
9.The United States of The Second American UnionMoralistic Democracy“E Pluribus Unum”
10.The Despotate of EihlagoniaCorporate Police State“Hell Hath Come”
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The Königreich of The Ruby Ranch Republic

Vladiovostok, Rubis

“You look presentable, that’s all you need to worry about.” A woman says as she helps a man put his suit jacket on. The man she’s comforting gives her a slight smile, but it disappears as quickly as it arrived. She puts the jacket on him, but he’s too busy adjusting his tie to notice, his shaky hands making it nigh impossible to straighten the tie out. The woman puts her hands on his as his rapid breaths slowly die down.

“You’re going to be great Mikhail, the party and the people didn’t elect you for no reason. I know you don’t understand the reason, but I know they must have picked a good one to elect you.” She says, as the two of them looked into each other's eyes lovingly. The man looks down and back up again with a smile. He sighs and looks at the door leading to the floor of the Duma.

“It’s not that I don’t think I deserve it, Diana, it’s nerves. I’m speaking to an entire country today when I could barely get through party leadership.” Mikhail Colcovski says depressingly. His wife Diana puts her hand on her husband's cheek.

“You have your speech don’t you? You read it to me every night after you won, you kept getting better and better at it. Just be yourself and the inauguration speech will be great, I promise.” Diana says as her hand leaves Mikhail's cheek. The President-Elect nods and smiles. He knew Diana would support him no matter what the situation, after all she did all she could to comfort him after his father had unexpectedly passed away and he was immediately thrust into a corporate role at his old man's company all those years ago. The pressure got to him and he suffered a nervous breakdown, but she was right there to support him. And now, he’s the most powerful man in the country, he’s going to need a lot of help.

As Mikhail finishes adjusting his tie, he heard the doors open and he looked to see Speaker Andrei Radlovich. The two men shake hands, as Radlovich looks back to the doors.

“Are you ready Mr. President-Elect? A lot of the MDs in there are getting very impatient and the networks have been broadcasting nothing for an hour now.” Radlovich stresses, as the Speaker seems to be out of breath, likely trying to calm down the Duma after a few delays. Colcovski nods. The Speaker gives a weak smile as the two men enter the Duma floor.

The members of the Duma rise as the President-Elect and the Speaker take their positions on the podium. Radlovich, whose seat is under where the President presides over the Duma, sits down, as Colcovski stepped up to the President's Podium and placed his speech notes down on the desk of the podium. A priest steps up next to Colcovski, preparing to inaugurate the new president. As the priest begins the inauguration process, Radlovich can’t help but think.

As the priest stepped down from the President’s Podium, the newly inaugurated President Colcovski clears his throat and looks down at his speech. As he begins speaking, Radlovich continues to stare blankly, with a face made by apathy.

He couldn’t help being jealous of Colcovski. He was a young man once, but his mid-fifties were creeping up on him and he couldn’t help thinking that he should have been nominated by his party, the National Conservative Bloc. After all, he crawled his way up from relative obscurity in the party to being named Speaker of the Duma. But deep down he knew his political career would stall, he wasn’t rich or had connections to the companies that truly ran the state, he would always try to get nominated, but the rich, trust fund kids would always get the nomination, because they had money in their pockets and their daddy’s companies made the state rich beyond belief. This year was probably his last chance to do anything meaningful with his position, after all, he headed the Triumvirate, but losing to Colcovski has basically killed his ambitions for good. And now all he can do is to pretend to smile and be proud of this young upstart from another shipping company.

As Colcovski finished his speech, the entire Duma rose to applaud, including Radlovich, but the old speaker had no love for the speech or the new President for that matter, as he stared at nothing with cold bitterness in his eyes.

The United States of NotAnEmpire

The Last Americans
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As time marches on, so too do the Americans. The American troops continued to march toward Mexico city, making sure to slaughter all impending resistance. The world has never seen such an efficient march on this scale, Nothing could slow them down. Every Mexican who even tried to slow them down had vanished, there was no room for prisoners. That said it was not as if the Americans were actively hunting them, efficiency was key after all. They all just happened to die if they got in the way of the Troops. It was clear that even with the home field advantage the Mexicans were losing, but the American troops' situation was not perfect. Almost every offensive maneuver conducted by the American military had failed. Every attempt to aid the soldiers from the American home land had been shot down from the skies, or sank into the seas. In other words the Americans troops would eventually run out of supplies and while they did not have any casualties as of yet it was only a matter of time. But the soldiers would not falter, They only marched toward the end of the war. All hail America.
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The Empire of The Castelian Federation

Indomitable Advance

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Department of War

”I am convinced of the martial will of the Federation. Throughout history, we have been presented with seemingly insurmountable obstacles, yet here we stand, triumphant and indivisible. Despite it all, the Federation, once thought to have been the concocted delusions of a few men desperate to retain control of this vast realm has stood the test of time... Though the present crisis has shaken Castel to its very core, we shall emerge from the crucible of struggle stronger than ever before. The Federation will endure.“

- The Lord Director, upon ascending to the Imperial regency

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The war in the Philippines was proving to be much more than the in-and-out operation that was presented to Decimus by the Second Consul and the War Department, and his frustration towards the whole ordeal was beginning to show. Though ground casualties had been curbed due to the unrelenting assaults placed on the isles by the LRK, the Federation’s navy faced setback after setback. The Philippine Navy’s use of asymmetric naval warfare was wreaking havoc on the more traditionally minded Castelian naval commanders, and the losses were beginning to pile up... But they could not give in. To back down now would result in an irreparable blow to Castel’s prestige, both domestically and abroad. From the overseas conquests of Aurelian to Septimius’ continental blitzkrieg, the Federation had never lost a war. To a certain extent then, the continued stability of the regency rested on the success of the war, a fact that no doubt troubled the Castelian.

But regardless, the Federation was continuing to see success in the main theater of the war: the northmost Philippine island of Luzon, in the city of Aparri. It was there where the full might of the Federation’s war machine was brought to bear against the Filipino defenders, and where the fighting was most brutal. Though managing to shatter the initial Philippine defense, the Castelians’ advance was soon slowed by the reorganization and reinforcement of their positions around the city. Fighting soon descended into trench warfare, and both sides would suffer hundreds of casualties in an effort to break the stalemate. But the victor of that struggle had already been decided at the first blow. Ferocity may win a few battles, but it alone will not win a war. Despite the rabid defense the Filipino army put up, they were simply shelled into oblivion by Castelian jet aircraft and Castelian artillery; by the end of the battle, Aparri had effectively ceased to exist as a city, much like what had been done to Ayasone only few years prior by General Cyrus Brutus. The decimation of Aparri was soon followed by the near total collapse of cohesion of the Philippine northern army, which commenced a hasty retreat from the city to salvage their remaining forces in preparation for a counterattack. The Castelian High Command, smelling blood in the water, ordered an all out assault from across the northern front. They would overplay their hand. Following up on the second battle of San Fernando, the Federation would dispatch their largest naval force yet to finally end the Fillipino navy’s presence in the South China Sea, and battle would be known as the Federation’s greatest naval defeat in at least thirty years, and arguably one of the most crushing defeats Castel had suffered as well. At least three vessels of the eighteen ships which were dispatched received damages, and saw the Federation suffer more than one thousand casualties. Such was the defeat of the Castelian navy at the third battle of San Ferando that the Castelian navy has seemingly pulled back to more firmly controlled waters. Their attempted blitz in their air didn’t fare too much better. Despite having gained total air dominance over the north of the island through the Aparri campaign, Castelian Aerospace Command was caught completely off guard by the resistance in the south of Luzon. Pooling their remaining aircraft and anti-air installations together, the Filipino armed forces managed to rebuff the Castelians’ attempted forays near Manila, and managed to down a few Castelian aircraft in the process. But despite their failures at sea and in the air, the breakthrough at Aparri has satisfied Kastel, and Castelian leadership now seem more resolute than ever to see this war to its inevitable conclusion, no matter the cost.

For the Empire!



The United States of NotAnEmpire

The Rise of America
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The war continues to drag as the Americans continue the onslaught. They sent countless bombers to Mexico but unfortunately they were all shot down. It was fatal, for the Americans have plenty more where that came from waiting for the future. Now as for the troops, they were promised provisionary actions would be taken but there had been a change in plans. The conniving Mexicans shot down the soldiers' Supply drops before they reached their intended target. All the soldiers could do was watch as their only hope came down in blazing flames… While the troops did have a decent quantity of provisions left, they did begin to panic. It was only natural, this was the second time they had to go without provisions after all. As an act of mild desperation the Soldiers began to raid villages, but to their surprise the villages were already evacuated. It appears as if the villagers had known the Americans were coming, and understood that they stood no chance. Logically speaking it was their best choice but they only delayed the inevitable. One may think the troops would begin to lose morale, but they could feel something was off, there had been a change, a shift in weather, finally the time had come, the one thing the American troops needed, the one thing that will keep this battle going, MORE TROOPS. The higher ups saw how successful the troops were and decided it was best to bolster their ranks. Some may find this decision foolish because the original soldiers were already beginning to run low on rations and now they have more mouths to feed, but the Americans thought differently. They knew that with more people they had more opportunity to find food. But that matters not, the important thing was to keep marching and killing any who would stand in their way. While they were worried about food, the troops managed to continue the push with very little casualties. These troops know one thing for certain, they will not lose to something as pathetic as starvation. GOD BLESS AMERICA!
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The United States of NotAnEmpire

Rogue Mexican
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War is said to be unpredictable, and today's events proved that. The American troops continued the march toward Mexico City but things didn't go as planned. The filthy Mexicans prepared for the troops and formed a brigade. At first the Americans were not worried, they thought themselves invincible, but their lack of provisions finally managed to catch up to them. They were slow and sluggish, it was perfect for the Mexican brigade. Not only were the Americans unsuccessful in pushing forward but they were also easily pushed back. This loss made the Americans desperate and as such they decided to attempt to raid a nearby village for food. At the time it seemed to be the best choice, for they had no idea when the next supply drop would come. To the surprise of the Americans this village was fully prepared to defend itself. The villagers were only armed with mediocre weaponry mostly consisting of shotguns and firearms, but due to the state of the troops it was more than enough to push the soldiers out of the village. Things seemed hopeless; the troops had no food left and so many mouths to feed, this couldn't possibly get worse. But just as the troops were about to resort to the final solution, a message from high command came through.“Soldiers listen up, we have heard your cries and will provide, your next supply drop should reach you imminently.” The soldiers had something to grasp onto, they had a chance, and they would not waste it. They waited patiently for 5 hours for the supply drop to arrive and provide its contents… But when it arrived it came with something unexpected, there wasn't just food, weapons, medical equipment, and water, no there was something even more important that came with the necessities, something that would determine the winner of this war, more troops!!! Now not only do they have enough food to last the rest of this war, but they will also have enough soldiers to continue the assault.

GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!!
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The Eternal Empire of New Imperial Britannia

A dimly lit bar. Gold trim around a dark wooden surface, tended to by a bartender who was serving someone on the other end of the room. Rainfall couldn't remember how many times he'd seen the scenery here—at least, he was never bored of it. The metropolitan London bar was usually quite busy, and especially more so in the holiday season. As Rainfall idly tapped his glass on the bar table, he thought back to his time watching this very city burn.

Or moreso, to one of the characters in that show. Storm... where have you been? The last time they met, she told him she'd stay behind to look after the base and Mr. Eris. In truth, they hadn't met for very long; Rainfall was invited to the group by chance, and their time stealing exoskeletons from the government was likely the only mission they'd gone onto. But something about her had interested the sniper—that was rare, for a man who had displayed a disturbingly low level of empathy and care for anyone around him from a young age.

The sniper couldn't remember the last time he felt this way towards someone, or really, felt much at all. Was it when his mother died, shielding him from his alcoholic father?

Was it when he found his only childhood friend bleeding out in a London alley?

Was it when he joined the Army, finding his place as a sharpshooter in a fireteam, as his unit landed on the shores of the Golden Throne? When the fascinating sound of artillery shells and gunfire landed like droplets of rain, striking the earth? As the report of his marksman rifle melded perfectly into the scene around him, what did he feel?

In truth, the sniper didn't know. He didn't know then, and he doesn't know how to feel now . The sniper silently laughed—why was he pondering this? After all, he didn't even know his own name, much less what he truly felt about those around him.

The sniper had a childhood, of course. Everyone had one, and the sniper was no exception. But his wasn't particularly memorable, not least because it was a blur among the myriad false identities and backstories he had made up over the years. A mild amnesia covered the important parts—the faces of his parents, his time spent floating around the British education system, all of that was clearly visible. But whenever the sniper tried to recall what his friend and mother called him—his father preferred "worthless bastard" if he acknowledged him at all—the sniper only drew a blank. The name he had picked for himself, Rainfall, seemed to have replaced his old identity in all his recollections.

But that name he picked for himself was good enough. The sniper wasn't at this bar just to reminisce, he was he for some business. The mostly illegal kind, he thought as he remembered his travel plan saved to his phone. The government and the Ministry may have been too late to prevent that fight in London, but they could at least try to catch the participants, mostly excluding White Rose. Sooner or later, they'd come for him too—so it was time for the sniper to disappear for a while. Before he could, though, he'd need a new passport, and a new name. Brian Kenton served well, but that name had finally run its course, and without a backer like Chrysanthemum forging documents for him, he'd have to go back to his ways as an independent contractor. That was the man he was meeting.

A master at his craft was all Rainfall could offer for a description. By chance, the sniper had found the man while he was planning for his first contract outside of the borders of the British Empire—and for that, he needed some documents. The man's work was impeccable. Nobody, from the border agents at the British airport to the customs officer on the other side, suspected a thing. The sniper felt it was somewhat poetic, nearly twenty years later when this man announced that he'd be retiring from his work—having earned enough to last the rest of his life, no doubt—that the sniper could get one last passport from him. To his surprise, the man agreed—the sniper wasn't sure why, but he showed up to the bar to wait anyways.

As the sniper finished the last of his drink, a voice chimed in from behind. "Looks like I'm just in time, eh? Bartender? Get my friend here another, would you?"

The sniper turned to face the source of the voice. Time, clearly, had not been kind to the artisan. What had been a brown head of hair had long since turned gray—no wonder why he wanted to retire now. As the bartender worked away, the sniper put on his best smile. Being unable to feel much emotion didn't mean he couldn't at least put on a show.

"You're a bit late," the sniper said.

"You're early! And I just bought you a drink. That's enough to make up for it, right?" The artisan laughed. "Listen here. You're my last customer. After this, I'm done. No more. I'm taking me and my family to relax for once, I'm tired of the running. Oh, where to? Droiden, Germany, Frauncia, anywhere but here. The world's big enough to fit one more retired artist! Anyways. Seeing as you've also been supporting my ol' family business for so long, I'll give you this for free."

The artisan retrieved a passport. A picture of the sniper was accompanied by the name Welt Reiser. "You've got some German blood in you, eh? Pretty peculiar name, but you know what they say. The customer is always right, so... as you wanted."

The sniper took the document, flipping through its pages and turning it over. Looking into the gold text and red background of the cover, he smiled, perhaps out of genuine happiness.

"Then for now, I am Welt. Thank you," the sniper said as he shook the artisan's hand. "Enjoy your retirement."

Because I'll certainly enjoy mine.

The United States of NotAnEmpire

Solo, a American Story
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It could be said that the American soldiers' will was hard as stone, and their morale was thick as steel. They believe that that difference was what separated themselves apart from the rest of the world. But the Mexicans' have proven time after time that they were not to be underestimated, and the American soldiers have taken that to heart. Today for instance, the American troops were unable to gain any ground, but at the same time didn't lose any either, as such the soldiers saw this as a win. After all, as long as they are alive, there is hope.
As for the troops resources things did not go as planned, the latest supply drop yet again failed to make it. This led to an interesting development: the soldiers created a group to “scavenge” resources from nearby villages. While there was some resistance, it was nothing the Americans couldn't handle. Of course the most important development of all was the United States finally provided an aerial attack to weaken the resistance the American soldiers may meet in the future. Thanks to this, the path has been paved for the American soldiers and now there's only one way forward.
IN GOD WE TRUST!!!!
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The United States of NotAnEmpire

American wars: The Mexican wars
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To clear the path and pave the way to success the Americans utilized a bombing. As the planes painted the skies in darkness, and filled the hearts of Mexicans with terror, The Americans simply watched in awe. This day may have scarred natives and their land, but the Americans feared not the darkness, for they knew whose side it was on. When the smog finally cleared there was nothing but flat lands in sight, all interruptions were gone. The American soldiers seized the opportunity, for they realized now was the time for swift action. The remaining Mexicans did fight hard but they stood a chance against the Americans superior numbers and weaponry. History has never seen such a one sided battle, for not a single American troop died that day. Not a single enemy remained, as for the civilians, they were now under new occupations. Truly today was one worth celebrating for the American troops in Mexico, Unfortunately the same can not be said for the troops in California. They tried another advancement and failed horribly, even with the aid of a naval assault on the coast. Not only were the American soldiers forced to make a tactical retreat on land but also at sea. It was clear that there was so much left to do, but victory was still in sight, they just needed to keep looking.
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The Empire of The Castelian Federation

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Kastel, Castelian Federation

The sky was beginning to darken, as a jet cut through the clouds above the Castelian Federation. The jet bore the flag of the Indian Federation as it began it's descent towards the airport runway. Vijit Rahmha always hated this part, landing always made him sick, and this time was no different. But even in his lightheaded state, he still was in awe at the sight of the largest building he had ever seen. The Imperial Citadel was a massive structure, a feat of engineering by the Federation. It seemed like the Citadel was watching over the city of Kastel, which itself was a remarkable city, it certainly didn't have the pollution and constantly suffocating fumes that New Dehli had before the coup.

As the plane screeched to a halt, Rahmha took a few breath and composed himself, trying to relieve himself of the lightheaded feeling that was pounding him. He didn't want to be disrespectful to his hosts though, so he decided to push through it and get up. He got up and slowly exited the plane, and stood on the jet ramp outside he got a true look at the Citadel, even more remarkable on the ground than from the air, as he marveled at it from the steps.

Director Flavius Vespasian watched intently as the Indian aircraft landed. All coming to fruition. Negotiations between all four parties had been taking place for months, but this would be the first time representatives from New Dehli, Esquipulas and Washington DC would meet in person to discuss the future relationship between their nations. And due to the failure by Castel secure a lasting settlement with Britannia beyond strengthened economic ties, as well as the emerging London-Berlin axis on the horizon, all four states recognized the necessity of further cooperation to both safeguard and further their interests abroad. It was the Director’s hope then, that this meeting would finally secure for the Federation a lasting settlement to ensure Castelian security, and the security of its newfound allies. Noticing a group of figures exit the jet, the Director straightens his tie, and begins to walk over the Indian president. After reaching the group, he extended out his hand.

“Good afternoon President Rahmha. I am Director Flavius Vespasian of the Department of Foreign Affairs. On behalf of my government and the Lord Director, welcome to Kastel. I trust your flight here was pleasant?”

Rahma, flanked by his bodyguards, shakes Flavius' hand. He smiles and nods appreciatively.

"It was, a bit of turbulence here and there, but we pulled through. Thank you for having us Director, your country is truly beautiful and I hope this meeting can bring about a fruitful relationship between our two states."

Those words were so cliche. Rahmha thought as he maintained a friendly demeanor with the Director. He had been a politician now for two years and he still wasn't getting any better with speaking to people; he was a military man after all. This attitude he was showing was fraudulent and he knew it, but he had to make a good first impression or the alliance, and all future prospects that the Indian nation would have could be gone in an instant.

The Director smiled warmly. “That’s good to hear President Rahmha. It is our hope that this meeting may further the already strong relations between not just our countries, but of our other allies as well. In an ever polarizing world, like minded states must band together in order to avoid getting swept beneath the waves of change.”

Rahmha notices how Falvius mentioned their other allies. He never really considered where the Americans and the Kynorians opinions stood on the Indians, but the blunder of not mentioning them made him feel stupid and arrogant, something he shouldn't be at such an important political meeting. He composes himself and adjusts his glasses.

"Of course, may I ask, where are our allied delegations? I was told they would be meeting us here." He inquired, as he tried desperately not to make a fool out of himself.

Flavius nodded. “Certainly. Both the Americans and Kynorians have informed us that they will be arriving a little later, so we can begin negotiations without them. We can bring them up to speed once they do finally make it.” The Castelian gestured to a motorcade a few yards behind him. “After you, sir.”

Rahmha gives a slight, appreciative smile towards the Director. He motions all of his bodyguards except one to stay with the plane, as he walks to the car and enters it.

After leaving the airport, the motorcade began to make its way through the streets of Kastel, and would catch the attention of curious onlookers as they turned to catch a glimpse of the column of limousines as they drove past. In anticipation for the meeting, the certain streets had been reserved and blocked off from traffic to ensure the ride was as smooth as possible. After a few minutes, the Imperial Citadel came into view, its imposing structure looming over the rest of the surrounding buildings.

Rahmha had spent most of the car ride not saying much, but so had Falvius. All that changed when he could see the Citadel, a shadow was cast over the motorcade. He looked out of the car and saw the massive tower and couldn't help but marvel at it. He turned back to Flavius.

"Impressive building." He said, attempting to get some interaction out of this car ride.

Flavius looked out the window, and a sense of pride seemed to wash over the Castelian. “It was commissioned by Emperor Valerian to symbolize the economic and military achievements of the Federation. For me, it serves as the greatest reminder of our nation’s strength.” The limo would pull up to the entrance of the Imperial Citadel: a wide set of stairs leading up to two large, metal doors. After the group all exited the motorcade, the Director would lead them up the flight of stairs and through the entrance. In the lobby, another Castelian stood at the other side of the room in front of a hallway. He walked up to the Castelian Director. “Director Vespasian.”

Flavius bowed his head slightly. “Consul Rex, this is President Vijit Rahmha of India.”

The Second Consul looked over at Vijit, and offered out his hand. “A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance President Rahmha, I’m a great admirer of your work... Though I would like to apologize for not being able to meet you personally at the airport. I try to make it a priority to meet all of the delegations who come to Kastel personally, but it seems I have less and less time to work with as of late.”

Rahmha smiles and shakes the Consul's hand. He then puts his hands behind his back and looks at the city of Kastel, it truly was a city to behold, something that he wanted to emulate with his own home.

He looks back at the Consul. "No need to apologize Consul, I understand you are a busy man, a country so huge demands a lot of work, I know from experience."

Magnus simply smiled in response. “Thank you.” He then glanced at the entire group. “Well then, let's get on to negotiations, shall we?”

"Of course." Rahmha replies.

The Castelian nodded, and motioned for the group to follow him. After walking through the marble halls of the Imperial Citadel for a few minutes, Magnus would stop and open the door to a conference room at the end of a hallway, and beckoned the others to come in. After the rest of the representatives filed in and took their seats along the smooth, wooden table that was situated at the center of the room, the Consul would close the door, and then sat down with the rest.

Magnus paused for a moment, and looked around the room before he started. Satisfied, he turned to Vijit, and began, “President Rahmha, it is my belief that national security cannot be maintained through increased economic ties or pacts of non-aggression, but rather, it is through force of arms that the nation is able to remain secure from foreign threats... With that in mind, as I’m sure you are aware, our governments have been in months-long negotiations on formation of an official military and economic alliance.” Magnus motions to one of his aides, who brings over a folder, and hands it over to the Consul. “Per those talks, my government has drafted together a treaty of alliance which I would like you to review. Our other allies can review the treaty once they arrive.” The Castelian would then slide the folder over to Vijit and watch intently as the Indian read it over.

Rahmha looks over the document. He had been briefed over many of the document's foundations, like the military cooperation between allied nations and the increased economic cooperations, but this was the first time he had read the official details of the Collective Security treaty. He was content with most of the things he had read.

He smiles and puts the draft down on the table. "It seems everything is in order for the treaty, I am pleased with this document and I am willing to sign it and make this pact official."

As the friends discuss their “business” President Billy Emerson enters the room. He had the air of a respectful business man, and yet there was something off about him, it almost seemed as if he wasn’t all there.

“Hello, hello, I’ve come by to check up on things, but it seems you two have it covered. Would you two mind if I join in the discussions?”

Magnus smiled and nodded to Vijit in approval, and then turned to Billy. “Not at all,” Magnus gestured to the seat closest to the American, “President Emerson, I assume?”

“Indeed, it is such a pleasure to meet you.”

Rahmha acknowledges the American president, but as quickly as he does, he looks back at the Consul and hands the draft back to him.

As Emerson took the seat next to Rahmha, the door creaked open again. Two Imperial Guardsmen entered the room, soon followed by the Kynorian delegation. He quickly followed the American’s lead, and sat down in the chair next to the Castelian.

Magnus’ aide handed him two other copies of the treaty, which he then distributed to the American president and the Kynorian delegate.

The Kynorian reviewed the document, and then looked back up at the Consul. “I believe my government could agree to these terms.”

Deciding it's best to follow the Castelian’s lead, Billy decides to engage in pleasantries.

“Greetings, you must be the representative of the Kynorian government. It truly is a pleasure. I am president Billy Emerson, the current president of the United States.”

The Kynorian delegate briefly glances over at the American president and nods, then turns back to the Castelian and hands the copy of the treaty back to him.

Vijit stands up from his chair.

"Now that pleasantries have been exchanged, I suggest we get on with the matters at hand. President Emerson, do you agree with the terms of the treaty?"

The president pulls out a pair of glasses from his left coat pocket. Placing them on his head, he thoroughly read the treaty.

“Yes I believe my country can accept these terms,” he says in a wise tone.

Though negotiations would continue on in Kastel for a few more hours, discussing topics from the finer details of the treaty to immediate foreign policy coordination, the main objective of the meeting: the formation of an alliance between the four states, had been accomplished. But while the general mood of the summit was cordial, there was no mistaking the unnatural nature of the alliance; states not brought together through ideological creed nor exceptionally warm historical ties, but through the belief that it was only by banding together in which they could weather the storm they believed was fast approaching.

But regardless of what they believed to be true, one thing was certain: the delegates’ decisions today would have major consequences for the current global status quo, for better... Or for worse.

It will be up to history to decide which of these would be the case.

Effective immediately, the nations of The Castelian Federation, The 1st Indian Federation, Kynor and the United States of America have declared the formation of the Collective Security Accords, to ensure the collective defense and wellbeing of its signatories.

For the Empire!



The United States of NotAnEmpire

The Final March
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Amon Nixon's Office:

This war has gone on for far too long, we need to change our tactics. I initially planned to end it in three years but now it has almost been four. This issue must be resolved for my peaceful nation's future, or else my goals may derail even more than they already have. Perhaps the time has come for a change in command. There is no doubt in my mind that we will have to reevaluate the worth of the higher ups in each of the committees but for now I'll wait.

With this Amon sends an encoded message directly to the committee of peace, as well as to the committee of freedom on what direction this war needs to take. The plans and orders were incredibly advanced tactics and strategy Needless to say both committees were surprised by this, for it had been quite some time since they had received an order from Amon directly, But they executed the order given none the less. They had issued the orders drafted by Amon himself directly into the chips of each soldier, leading to increased unprecedented results on the soldiers' part.
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Mexico war front:
Marching for one sole purpose, the Soldiers felt nothing as the conquest continued, for They knew they only existed to serve America, and as such would do so with utmost efficiency. They were an unstoppable force, nothing could stop them. It was clear there was a massive change in the methods and strategy taken by the Americans. The troops were far quicker and more efficient than before, leaving no room for error. Not that it matters of course, for the majority of natives had already stopped resisting, instead opting to migrate closer to mexico city. The natives clearly felt no shame in abandoning their homes and fleeing deeper into the land, but it was only delaying the inevitable, for it was clear that the final days of Mexico would arrive, because the Americans after four long years had finally reached Mexico city.
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California war front:
Starting with an airstrike things did not look good for the war front in California. Not only did the previous battle fail, but so too did the latest bombing. Utilizing the brief window of opportunity the Americans successfully deployed a naval attack. This time through superior tactics the Americans laid waste to countless ships, blowing one up after the other. It was an absolute obliteration of the native forces, with almost no ships surviving, and to the few that did they would be sieged shortly after the attack, for the Americans didn't want to leave any loose ends. Finally after conquering the shores of California, the American navy deployed countless troops to push the Californians even further back. Some of the natives resisted with all of their might, but in the end they stood no chance against the Americans.

-For Democracy!!!!!
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