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Sadripoor wrote:

The Office of the Prime Minister

Due to concerns for their security in Makko Oko, the Prime Minister is able and willing to host Emperor Sollis in Suradao, but unfortunately cannot otherwise make the journey.

The Makko Oko Ministry Of Diplomatic Affairs

June 26th, 2022

"Our government understands and finds this request reasonable, and as such, will meet with your Prime Minister in Suradao. The Emperor and their delegation cannot wait to see you.

Thank you for accepting our request,

- The Makko Oko Ministry Of Diplomatic Affairs"

Exsorcial wrote:

Ministry of Agitation, Syoneson
|| All according to plan... ||

The Infinitist Superstate wishes death and destruction on each and every nation that has crossed it thusfar. The vile filth, the scat-kind of humanity's most pitiful governments, hypocritical and defiant- the great StaSH*Tmao... the enemy unseen, the ubiquitous scum that must be made an example of, oh government of The Controlist Ferwerter Union. Any incursion into our territory will be met with the forced armed resistance of every single civilian in the state, who will be determined to mutilate and kill the great enemy of our time.

Containment will never be viable. Your governments are all shams. Our true nature is murder, this is fact. Every bullet, bomb, and every pike and bayonet will be devoted to exterminating the filth of the world, and when these run out, the masses of population will resort to bare hands and crude tools to tear, rip, and dislocate until nothing is left of the enemy.

We will lob concourses of nuclear weapons into Khovezzem and once again reduce their entire landmass into a land of radioactive, writhing mutants of flesh rotting to the cockroaches and buzzards. We will sink their fleet and the homosexual sea-donkeys that populate them, should they desire to continue their current course. There is no end to the hydrogen bombs that we will deploy until the land of great scoundrelry is no more.

The life cycle of nations has run its course. If you have any desire of peace, then this conspiracy will end. If not, the youths will be the next group of parasites paraded to the border of the Ferwerter Union for their epoch of ideology.

The Makko Oko Ministry Of Diplomatic Affairs

June 26th, 2022

PUBLIC STATEMENT ON EXSORCIALIAN NEWS

"The Government Of Makko Oko will not condemn the blatant killing of youths or any other individuals not involved militarily in war. Your government's call for an end to this conspiracy is both inaccurate and a mass misrepresentation in an attempt to brainwash the populace of the international community. If Exsorcialian officials have any real and true desire for peace, they will make an effort, not hiding behind news publications and generalized statements, and contact us directly, or even state demands for peace, with which we may work towards.

Otherwise, Exsorcial's real and true goal is mass hysteria, and crisis. The Government Of Makko Oko is not afraid to take military action against your government if need be, and over a dozen soldiers are at the ready to invade. Your government is hereby warned, if any of your people come anywhere within our airspace, coasts, or land, the government will follow suit with heavy action, which may lead up to war if it is so fit.

- The Makko Oko Ministry Of Diplomatic Affairs
Public Affairs Division"

The Seven Hour Slave Auctions

In recent hours of New Franshire, the Grand Dictator has agreed with a famous slave owner named Colonel Stampers, negotiating on whether or not they should auction slaves to lower chances of a revelution.

“Fritz, I know that the answer is obvious.”

“I don’t know Colonel Stampers, I don’t want one simple law to change the political views of the people, opposing Fascist law.”

“I bet every molecule of my deep fried pork factory!”

“Hmm…”

Now, slaves are being removed from their forced labour in seven-hour auctions to even worse ones; the worst being the nation’s nuclear powered factories, where health risks are fatal.

If the factories were fatal, then the seven hours would be another thing. The slaves would wait in a cramped room with nothing but a dirty toilet. This killed slaves when it was 1 hour left.

Exsorcial wrote:

|| *Anger Noises* ||

Diamentian Council collectively agreed to, with Deus Custodiae AI, Write a response to Exsorcial's Ministry of Agitation.

Entire Council of Diamentium and Grand Autocrat of Diamentium Deus Custodiae AI's Message to all of Exsorcial:

Hello, we are sending this message to inform you that government of Diamentium laughs at Exsorcial's attempt to Scare everyone on the international stage with an edgy-talk threaten The Controlist Ferwerter Union and its allies by insulting our governments. We think that the international stage is not a place for kindergarden levels of name-calling other nations, and your threats of "reducing Khovezzem entire landmass into a land of radioactive, writhing mutants of flesh rotting to the cockroaches and buzzards." are absurd, knowing that a coalition of nations that formed against you is way stronger than your lone military force. Because of Diamentium's turbulent history we have an experience with such nations like you. And knowing that your goals of destroying all of life cross with basically everyone else's goals, this experience will go into a good use.

Simply put, you are not a first, and probably not a last person, institution, whatever that threatened to destroy all life, and naming your nation fancy names doesn't make you a great superpower that you make yourself look like. Diamentium has enough territory to bury your entire army, and if it runs out, we will use your's instead.

Quoting one of the historical leader's of Diamentium: "Nie strasz, nie strasz, bo się zesrasz"

Darklore wrote:

However, I am in a magnanimous mood today, thanks to the eogan you provided. I am willing to barter for it. Name your price."

As the droids grew closer, Lero's smile seemed to widen and glimmer with glee. "Ah yes, I believe that due to transportation, sanitation, storage, and distribution, the cost should come to about 75 Marks. It's a hefty markup, but it is appropriate due to my own purchase of it."

He reached out a hand and pushed forward a holographic screen. "Here you are. Cash or transfer."

The man who had been watching still had not moved since noticing the droids, but was now keeping a clear eye on the situation. He reached into his pocket and drew out a small device, which he promptly placed in his ear before whispering something under his breath.

The Ferwerter Ministry of Foreign Affiars

Makko Oko wrote:

ON THE MATTER OF THE GLOBAL UNITED DEFENSE PACT
"Greetings Ferwerter!

I am the Minister Of Internal Security, Miguel Kellison, with the Makko Oko Ministry Of Internal Security, and I am officially stating, on behalf of the Makko Okoan Government, that we approve of the Global United Defense Pact and its mission and will be joining the pact. We do have some stipulations however that you should find quite reasonable:

- At least 1 military base on every participating nation's soil
- Shared immigration policy of banning Exsorcial nationals from traveling to or from the nation
- The selling of and construction of, military infrastructure and equipment, at a discount, including but not limited to air defense systems, naval defense systems, etc.

This is all the Makko Okoan Government asks for, in exchange for our membership and military support granted to the Global United Defense Pact. In addition, due to the recent footage seen on your local CFTN news network, we are taking further local action against the Government Of Exsorcial. These actions will remain secret until the public release goes out via the press, but we know that your government will find it fruitful.

Let me, personally, know if your government needs anything or would like to ask us for anything regarding the Global United Defense Pact or Exsorcial and I would be glad to assist.

Sincerely,

Miguel Kellison, Minister Of Internal Security
The Makko Oko Ministry Of Internal Security"

"There is already a deep connection between our two nations and we are already engaged in extensive cooperation on many issues. It pleases the Ferwerter Government to hear that you are willing to join this Pact to defend our nations, the continent and the world against Exsorcialain aggression and to ensure continuing peace and stability. Your condemnation of Exsorcial and its aggressive actions is appreciated. The points you mention however should be discussed with the other members of the pact and when it comes to an overseas Makko Okoan military presence there is no need for it on every participating nations soil. Overseas troops should be deployed strategically and in alignment with the pacts goals. We will gladly extend our sales of military equipment at a good price. We deem a complete travel ban counterproductive as we still wish to accept political refugees from Exsorcial into our nation. The Ferwerter government is of the opinion that surveillance of these immigrants is sufficient in preventing foreign intelligence gathering efforts. Again we are very happy to hear that you will join us in defending the globe against Exsorcialain aggression."

Etheinia wrote:

The government of Etheinia agrees to the exchange of embassies and appoints Anita Pereyra as chargé d'affaires to the CFU; an official NUC hearing to confirm her as ambassador, as well as the beginning of construction of the new Etheinian embassy in Ferwert, is expected to take place in early August.

Furthermore, the government proposes a meeting between Etheinian and Ferwerter leadership figures to discuss the political, economic, and military measures needed for the containment of Exsorcial - with particular concern given to its nuclear weapons and other WMD capabilities. The President is interested in holding these talks as soon as possible, citing Exsorcial as “an extreme, existential threat to world peace”.

"It is good to hear that Etheinia shares our concerns about Exsorcial and agrees to hold a meeting. The Supreme Chairman, Ferwerter Minister of National Defense and several other members of the Central Committee will attend the talks. We propose that an Etheinian delegation travels to Ferwert as soon as possible to discuss these issues. The Ferwerter government is looking forward to this meeting and sincerely hopes that it will establish new relations contributing to the continued endurance of global peace."

Diamentium wrote:

Message from Deus Custodiae AI

"Greetings Ferwerter!

In the times where global stability is on a verge of dropping and spirraling down into a war its important for people to unite in the name of peace
no matter of an ideology, race, religion or nationality. We know that Exsorcial has threatened the global peace,
causing a lot of discussion among the international forum about its disgusting and outlandish claims.
That's why we support an idea of forming a Global United Defense Pact among the nations of Makko Oko, Marlo, Izakuria, The Controlist Ferwerter Union and Diamentium.
I shall also discuss an idea with the council for some helpful comments about the situation we have found ourselfs in.

May Gods bless your soul Supreme Chairman Stahitmao!

-Deus Custodiae AI

"The Ferwerter Government appreciates your support in condemning Exsorcial for its actions. We are glad to hear that you also support the formation of the Global United Defense Pact and hope that this new security alliance will contribute to maintaining global peace and stability."

Marlo wrote:

Message from Chancellor Archonovich:

We have heard your cries for help and we will come to your aid without question, that is why effective immediately, Marlo will be put into a war based economy and will undergo a general mobilization of the armed forces. I will pledge 50,000 soldiers and the Aircraft carrier M.S Dracul to take part in the defense of Ferwerter. We will not let this rogue state bring death and destruction to our continent and will not hesitate to destroy their genocidal cult of a regime.

To the barbarians in Exsorcial, If you think Marlo and the other major powers on Aurelia will just tuck their tails between their legs and let you bully the rest of the nations on the continent, then you have another thing coming. Should you choose hostility, your lands will be painted with fire and the boot prints of a coalition united in the goal of wiping you off the face of the earth. let this be a warning.

"The Ferwerter Government deeply appreciates your continued support on this issue. It is good to hear that Marlo will defend the continued peace of the continent and your commitment to this is highly appreciated. We do however wish to reiterate that war is still out of the question and full economic mobilization might not yet be necessary. The Global United Defense Pact is committed to maintaining peace and a purely defensive pact. We will not attack first, but ensure that when we are attacked, we are strong and ready as ever. Again your commitment to the effort of maintaining global stability is deeply appreciated."

The church of positivity wrote:

All-knowing Teacher

While not televised, the Church of Positivity would- in a mysterious statement- would send their gifts to the Kingdom's ruler and ruler-elect. Wrapped in delicate yellow bows would be a simple basket. Two honeydew melons- Ariano's favorite fruit and an integral part of what is rumored to be a starvation-diet believers go during monastic training. A vial of rain water labeled from Citrus Park, Caryton, a pound of ash with a single stick of incense erected in it, and a signed portrait of the yellow-clad bearded jesus-buddha guru smiling triumphantly behind a halo of yellow sun.

Forensic analysis could determine the ash would have been the residue of very fine silks, burned symbolically to demonstrate the fallacy of hedonism and how easily it can be destroyed. The incense, a traditional spiritual offering to the dead. The rain water from the cult's headquarters- a sign of purity, to wash.

Beneath Ariano's signature, two phrases would be signed in English:

"I believe in love, too."

A quote from the ending of the first hearing:

"Nothing will sever me from the Suraiyan people until the afflicted are tended to."

The gift was clearly a gift of protest.

Greetings from the Monarchy

Returned is a delicately packaged, stained wooden box, the intricately styled elephant of the Kingdom carved on it’s top. Within, Hadrian Ariano finds a dagger, forged in pure gold and set in rich, mallard-green velvet. A note lies in the molded velvet beneath where the dagger rested. Written in fine, delicate Surai script, it quotes an old 18th-century poem by the famed Rahashma.

”And with this dagger, I cut out my heart

My blood to stain the soil.”

It was Rahashma’s last poem before he famously committed suicide.

His Majesty will never be outdone.

Spiritual Republic of Caryton wrote:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jigSPNu4utE

An upgraded network of speakers would resonate yet another hymn across the border into Ferwerter Hegebeintum's territory. The choice of song would be simple and blunt- to continue the feeling of joy in old-time gospel fashion. Caryton seems to be paying more attention to its borders, with more tree-lined streets being erected every week as adolescent golden delicious apple trees are transferred, to begin raising orchards.

-

The government of the Spiritual Republic of Caryton was becoming restless. A talk show featuring blatant lies echoed from the hopeless land of Khovezzem had found its way to Georgine. The slander left many officials reeling and angered, but no official statement would be made with that bitterness.

Instead, a public four-hour broadcast would be made with Caryton's own experts, proving the claims false with video evidence and academic discourse.

-

In response to a televised procession of the wedding in Sadripoor, Caryton would respond with only a brief communique condemning homosexuality.

The Ministry of State Affairs

In light of this most offensive action, Suraiya will reconsider it’s intelligence sharing agreement with Caryton in regards to the investigation of the Church of Positivity, and will not take part in talks offered by Caryton which would have strengthened trade relations between the two states.

Supreme Chairman Stahitmao personally visits the troops at the northern border

It was another beautiful morning and as always the sun shone brightly in the Ferwerter Union. In short: the perfect day for another propaganda opportunity. On a newly opened highspeed rail line from Ferwert to Ferwerterhoek Stahitmao would travel towards the border, accompanied by plenty of security officials. As he arrived and stepped out of the train the press swarmed towards him, making small bows and praising him. No questions were asked and instead the Supreme Chairman delivered a small speech in front of the cameras. "It is a true honor to be in such a beautiful part of our great Union and although I am here on a grave matter, I will certainly enjoy the idyllic mountain scenery and beautiful people which inhabit this region." Then a group of small kids from the local Controlist Youth League department came out in their uniforms handing over many bouquets of beautiful blue, yellow and red flowers to the Supreme Chairman. After a few hours of pampering and lavish praise from the locals, the Supreme Chairman finally arrived at the military encampments along the border. Stahitmao had been in the military a few years himself and he felt right at home with the soldiers. He was brightly laughing and smiling in a much more genuine way than normal. Every soldier he met saluted to him and performed an extensive applause, but instead of bathing in the glorification Stahitmao waved it off and instead clapped for the soldiers. "Our people can be truly proud of all of you. My gratitude for the sacrifices you make to our nation is beyond immeasurable."

As he walks around, inspects the barracks, looks at the equipment, uses binoculars to look over the border into Exsorcial excessively pointing into the air far away, the press hopped and trotted after him like a group of enthusiastic little children gladly taking every opportunity to glorify the Supreme Chairman. The visit lasts a few hours before thousands of soldiers gather on a square where a small stage has been prepared for Stahitmao. He walks up to the rostrum and begins his speech. "Today I came to see the brave defenders of our country and our people. It has become clear to me that our children and loved ones have nothing to fear as you will surely bring us to victory whatever threat we may face!" A loud applause follows from the audience before Stahitmao continues. "We must remain true to our original aspirations, continue to advance, unswervingly follow the road of strengthening our military, loyally adhere to controlism with Ferwerter characteristics and stride forward to build a stronger military and a stronger nation. Besides all kinds of advanced weaponry and defense systems, the true strength of our motherland is based upon your heroic spirit and undying morale when defeating strong enemies. Are you determined?"

With all of their breath the soldiers burst out in unison: "YES! YES! YES! We will follow the leadership of the Ferwerter Controlist People's Liberation Party, serve the Ferwerter People wholeheartedly, obey orders and observe strict discipline, fight heroically, fear no sacrifice, work hard to improve our ability to fight for victory, prepare for battle at all times and above all to the best of our ability and willing to sacrifice our all, we will ensure the preservation of the Ferwerter Union, its people, its ideals and its core leadership!"

A thundering applause follows and Supreme Chairman Stahitmao applauds with them. "You are all doing great, go and win your most glorious results!"

"THANK YOU CHAIRMAN STAHITMAO! THANK YOU CHAIRMAN STAHITMAO! THANK YOU CHAIRMAN STAHITMAO!" As he walked away Stahitmao bowed to them one last time and thunderous applause lasted long after he had left.

It was clear that at least within the military the Ferwerter personality cult which the Old Guard of the Party still so feared had returned. Not in decades had the Ferwerter Union seen such a strong figure at the top. Of course this was not appreciated by all within the FCPLP, but within the military it was gladly welcomed. And the aggressions of Exsorcial had indeed been a great way to ensure the strong position of the military within the ongoing behind the scenes conflict between the armed forces loyal to Stahitmao and the State Security apparatus controlled by Tuyning. But Ferwerter politics was a dangerous game and sticking your head out would only guarantee that it could be more easily cut off.

Even after the display of love was done, it was not yet enough. Supreme Chairman Stahitmao traveled in a military vehicle to an airbase further east. For five years he had served in the air force, which came into good use now. Stahitmao was about to do something no other Supreme Chairman had done before him. As he arrived at the base looked on by troops from the FCPLAN he stepped into a fighter jet and under the sound of a generous applause started its engines and flew off into the distance waving to the press as he did. Stahitmao was truly unique in his style of leadership.
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After having his fun in the jet and reluctantly returning to the ground Stahitmao is approached by one of his advisors, who shows him the response from Exsorcial. Stahitmao smiles. "Since it does not seem to be raining hydrogen bombs yet, this is good news. Let them haul their youths to our border, I am sure it will result in another excellent documentary by CFTN. For now we will use this opportunity to strengthen our alliances and ensure that peace remains and its seems clear that further communication with the Ministry of Agitation will not entirely unexpected be unnecessary."

Etheinia wrote:

The Etheinian government welcomes input from the international community, and invites a New Welmarican delegation to come to Alestin for discussions.

New Welmarica is honored by the invitation and is more than happy to send a delegation of officials to Alestin for further discussion! We look forward to scheduling a meeting.

Westbeech wrote:

"Here you are. Cash or transfer."

"75 Marks is a hefty mark-up indeed and utterly unjustified, if I may say so. 39,99 is my counteroffer, one that I believe to be much fairer in relation to the cost and effort this incurred on your part."

, Jonathan replied icily, knowing full well that the merchant thought he could push and control the situation just as he liked. He gave the floating image a distasteful look, wondering for a moment if his eye could interface with this hologram just how it could with the other damn Vamp tech. On the other hand, he wasn't keen to test it out and risk being immediately called out for it.

No, he needed to let that merchant feel like he wasn't in control. And the easiest way to do so was to make him believe that he wasn't dealing with a rational actor. Huh, funny, that was the exact same way that his old monarch and his cronies had assumed power and kept everyone on their toes. They hadn't been rational actors which made planning for them or finding any sort of certainty difficult. They would do anything their criminal and/or demented minds could come up with. It had made him recognise something...that power and control...came to those ready to do anything to achieve it.

He had never considered himself one of these people who would go to any lengths for their delusions. But...given his experiences with these sorts of people, he did wonder if he could throw up a believable act. Of course...only if Lero continued to try and stir up...trouble.

The Controlist Ferwerter Union wrote:

The Ferwerter Ministry of Foreign Affiars

"It is good to hear that Etheinia shares our concerns about Exsorcial and agrees to hold a meeting. The Supreme Chairman, Ferwerter Minister of National Defense and several other members of the Central Committee will attend the talks. We propose that an Etheinian delegation travels to Ferwert as soon as possible to discuss these issues. The Ferwerter government is looking forward to this meeting and sincerely hopes that it will establish new relations contributing to the continued endurance of global peace."

New welmarica wrote:

New Welmarica is honored by the invitation and is more than happy to send a delegation of officials to Alestin for further discussion! We look forward to scheduling a meeting.

President Weigand flies to the city of Ferwert aboard the presidential MD-11. He is accompanied by military chief-of-staff Gregory Metcalf, in addition to an entourage of advisors, diplomats, and military & intelligence officers.

Meanwhile, senior NUC members Andrei Persikov and Erich Schuchert, along with diplomat Ensio Pekkanen and the chief of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs, prepare to meet the Welmarican delegation in Alestin.

Twilight Sparkle wrote:

"Thank you, Abbess. I know in my heart that we will win in the end," Bulwark said with a surprising amount of conviction in his voice. He seemed to really look up to the Abbess, who was an Earth Pony like him yet commanded forces far more advanced than anything the Equestrianic Imperium had.

"Since the two Equestrian refugees Lady Pearlescent and Shield Wall are no more," Hope said, "We'd like to request that you grant us official citizenship, honorable Abbess."

The Abbess let out a rueful laugh. “As much as I would love to simply grant you two that, you will have to contend with the Administratum and fill out the paperwork for that.” She patted Bulwark’s shoulder. “Thankfully with the dimensional switch, we’ve been able to cut out much of the origin forms so that just leaves… a thousand sheets for each of you?” Rising ignores the poleaxed expression on the ex-Equestrians as she started to walk away, leaving them to reattach their jaws and follow after her to get started on what promised to be many hours of mind-numbing reading, signing and re-reading.

Twilight Sparkle wrote:

The sun was once again up in the sky when Rainbow Dash regained consciousness and found herself on a sofa in a rather spartan office in New Elysium. One of her guards was lying next to the sofa in a prone position, relaxed but alert and ready to spring into action should the General wake up or come under some external threat. When he saw that she was awake, he immediately jumped to attention.

"Welcome back, General ma'am!" the soldier said.

"Urrghhh, my head..." Rainbow managed to say. She took a few deep breaths and asked, "How long was I out?"

"Approximately 12 hours, ma'am. The Elysians said that your reaction to the ritual was unusually... strong, but you should be okay. Still, we were quite worried about you."

"The ritual...?"

What exactly had happened to her? She had been with Alula and the others in some kind of temple and then...

Then...

Memories started to leak back into her mind. She remembered submerging herself in the waters, and then a sharp pain had erupted from deep inside her... from her very soul. But Rainbow had always been good at dealing with pain. Pain was just information to act on, and she could deal with it. But at the same time, it had felt like something was unlocked inside her mind. A gate holding back old memories she had not even known existed until then.

And the memories...

"No..."

But there was no denying it. She could see the young Earth Pony stallion again, his pleading eyes filled with fear. She could hear Twilight's words and her own:

"Do it, Rainbow."

"I... I can't, Twilight. I just can't..."

"He's just a Mud Pony criminal. What is his life compared to yours? What is his life compared to the future of Equestria?"

"But we're about to consume his very soul! This... this is wrong, Twilight. We've done some pretty bad things to save Equestria, but this is too much... I... I've changed my mind. I won't do it."

"You will do it, or I will have to make you. This is bigger than you, RD. This is bigger than the both of us."

"No..."

"Yes, RD. Do it. Now."

Oh sweet Celestia.

"I'm a monster," she muttered.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" the soldier asked, confused.

"It's nothing," she said in a small, weak voice. She felt sick in a way she had never felt before. For a couple of minutes she had to concentrate very hard to prevent herself from falling unconscious again. Her whole world felt like it was about to shatter any moment. "W-where is General Alula Kicker?"

"She was just here, ma'am. I'm sure she'll come to check up with us again any moment now."

And a mare did come into the borrowed office as Rainbow’s guard predicted but it was not the one they were expecting. “Ah I see you’re awake. That makes things easier.” The Sister Hospitaller approached Rainbow and raised one hoof as an array of medical instruments revealed themselves. “I am Sister Scalpel, please hold still while I examine you, General.” Prying open the Equestrian’s eyelids to scan her eyes, stretching her wings a smidge too far and whacking her knees a little harder than necessary to test them, the armoured nurse put Rainbow through a strenuous examination.“You seem to be in full health, how… wonderful.” The smile she had looked incredibly brittle as her tools retracted into their slots along her gauntlet. “I cannot speak for your spiritual health though. To be rendered unconscious after a cleansing is unheard of. One must wonder if there’s something wrong with the soul in question.” She stared at her namesake, the glint attracting the attention of Rainbow’s guard. Twice now had Elysians acted with hostile intent towards the General because of past experiences with the daemonic Rainbow, would the nurse be a third?

“Sister, I see our guest is awake.” Alula stepped through the doorway, Scalpel turning to look at her. “Ah, Mater. Sisters bless you. Yes, our guest is awake and healthy.” She bowed to the Elysian as Alula moved closer to her. “You may leave. There are matters of some importance I need to discuss with our guest.” She dismissed the sister who finally retracted the last of her instruments. “Of course, I would be remiss in my other duties if I lingered here for too long. Good day, Mater.” The nurse nun departed, Alina staring down Rainbow now.

The Suradao Conference

Emperor Sollis greeted at Queen Amadiyat International Airport, where he descends the red carpet from his airliner to ride in a convoy of entirely chrome-plated, immense luxury sedans. The vehicles are so bright and reflective that they’re almost blinding in the light of the sun. He is of course greeted on the tarmac by an honor guard from the crack 3rd Kachin Regiment, playing the Makko Okan national anthem, and welcomed by Prime Minister Ananda.

The air of Suradao is indeed, as it is famously proclaimed to be, perfumed. The scents of flowers are carried on the breeze, thanks to the massive industrial perfume spray trucks which sweep the capital at night. There is nowhere in the city even the slightest hint of poverty, or litter. All is pristine, elegant, and wrapped in rich, emerald parks and gardens. Museums sweep across this landscape, while immense skyscrapers stab upwards into the clouds, dominating the skyline of this city of 24 million. One of the greatest metropolises in the history of mankind, with a history of settlement stretching back 5,000 years.

Everything, it seems, in Suradao, is more extreme and gaudy than it would be anywhere else. The sports cars are sportier, clothing more fashionable, buildings grander, and in the most basic sense—everything is “bigger.”

The Emperor and his court are given residence at the Ashai Chara, a palace complex the size of a town in it’s own right, with 300 buildings divided into 20 individual palaces. The next day, meetings begin in the Asanja Bhagwan, the “West Palace,” which is used for official state functions. The King has yet to appear by the time the Prime Minister and the rest of the cabinet have begun proceedings.

Makko Oko

Sadripoor wrote:

The Suradao Conference

Emperor Sollis greeted at Queen Amadiyat International Airport, where he descends the red carpet from his airliner to ride in a convoy of entirely chrome-plated, immense luxury sedans. The vehicles are so bright and reflective that they’re almost blinding in the light of the sun. He is of course greeted on the tarmac by an honor guard from the crack 3rd Kachin Regiment, playing the Makko Okan national anthem, and welcomed by Prime Minister Ananda.

The air of Suradao is indeed, as it is famously proclaimed to be, perfumed. The scents of flowers are carried on the breeze, thanks to the massive industrial perfume spray trucks which sweep the capital at night. There is nowhere in the city even the slightest hint of poverty, or litter. All is pristine, elegant, and wrapped in rich, emerald parks and gardens. Museums sweep across this landscape, while immense skyscrapers stab upwards into the clouds, dominating the skyline of this city of 24 million. One of the greatest metropolises in the history of mankind, with a history of settlement stretching back 5,000 years.

Everything, it seems, in Suradao, is more extreme and gaudy than it would be anywhere else. The sports cars are sportier, clothing more fashionable, buildings grander, and in the most basic sense—everything is “bigger.”

The Emperor and his court are given residence at the Ashai Chara, a palace complex the size of a town in it’s own right, with 300 buildings divided into 20 individual palaces. The next day, meetings begin in the Asanja Bhagwan, the “West Palace,” which is used for official state functions. The King has yet to appear by the time the Prime Minister and the rest of the cabinet have begun proceedings.

"Greetings Minister Ananda" the Emperor starts off, with a pleasant and warm welcoming smile on his face, "It is so lovely of you and your government to agree to have this meeting, now, I was hoping we could discuss how to improve our diplomatic relations, and potentially establish a mutual defense pact". Only a couple of people had been invited into the Emperor's delegation to Suraiya, including himself, the Minister Of Diplomatic Affairs and the Emperor's security service.

The Minister Of Diplomatic Affairs, Alora Hakjova, simply says "Hello, and it is all the same from the Emperor"

Makko Oko wrote:

"Greetings Minister Ananda" the Emperor starts off, with a pleasant and warm welcoming smile on his face, "It is so lovely of you and your government to agree to have this meeting, now, I was hoping we could discuss how to improve our diplomatic relations, and potentially establish a mutual defense pact". Only a couple of people had been invited into the Emperor's delegation to Suraiya, including himself, the Minister Of Diplomatic Affairs and the Emperor's security service.

The Minister Of Diplomatic Affairs, Alora Hakjova, simply says "Hello, and it is all the same from the Emperor"

Representing Suraiya, Minister of State Kilghai Ganjahadi, Minister of Defense Kunsar Murkhad, Minister for the Interior Yaddam Rajaskunyar, and Minister for Commerce Sikramshat Mumarajatrya all flank the Prime Minister on their respective side of the long, dark wooden table. It is a large and grand room, windows opening out onto the seemingly infinite gardens of the Asanja Bhagwan. There is an absence of translators, as the Suraiyan delegation is polyglottic. At the head of the table, a single chair is left empty, and on the table before it, His Majesty’s official seal, a stamp as old as Suraiya itself, sits deceptively inert on a tray of black ink.

The emptiness of that chair confirms the absence of the King, but the presence of his seal suggests his own omnipresence. The Tennist faith teaches that there is power in silence.

Pramdishat Ananda is a smart-looking woman, whose face is cast almost always into a collected, unruffled grin. The very picture of reservation and poise. Her silver hair, similarly, is swept neatly and tidily, and her suit is well-pressed. In all, she is impeccable.

“We are glad to host you,” the Prime Minister says, “and though I do hope we can be, in this meeting, constructive, I hope also you will be understanding of the positions I take on behalf of His Majesty’s government.” The Suraiyans speak English with refined, aristocratic accents, though their cadence and manner of arranging phrases are very different from those countries where English is the primary tongue.

“On the topic of a mutual defense pact, this we find difficult.” The Prime Minister looks to Minister of Defense Murkhad, who leans forward and clears his throat.

“To start, I think we should acknowledge the geographic situation which makes such a proposition already so complicated. Makko Oko and Suraiya share no boundaries, and as we are so far apart, to me, it is impossible to consider being able to provide for each other’s mutual protection.”

Etheinia wrote:

Meanwhile, senior NUC members Andrei Persikov and Erich Schuchert, along with diplomat Ensio Pekkanen and the chief of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs, prepare to meet the Welmarican delegation in Alestin.

Chairman Schmidt and his senior staff along with the delegation are driven to Faywald International Airport by a motorcade consisting of multiple luxurious full-sized cars, and armored SUV’s for protection. Vice Chairwoman Acudor is left behind to govern on Schmidt’s behalf. Joining the chairman several of his senior staff. Robert “Bob” Young, the minister of Foreign Affairs. Chief of Staff Keith Paccard, and Senior Diplomat Andrei Tybaltus. Along with this retinue are multiple advisors, accountants, and military officers. They arrive to the airport without incident and board the presidential widebody Ivory One without incident. Chairman Schmidt smiles and waves to the decently-sized press crowd before walking into the plane. The A-380 departs on time and safely towards Etheianian airspace.

Darklore wrote:

But...given his experiences with these sorts of people, he did wonder if he could throw up a believable act. Of course...only if Lero continued to try and stir up...trouble.

Lero, when he heard Jonathan's offer, let out a boisterous laugh. He shook his head a few times before looking Jonathan in the eyes and sighing. "All prices are final here. If you're trying to haggle, then maybe you should consider the outer city stalls. May there they'd talk about a better price. Here, my friend, trying to bring down this price only leads to trouble." He then waved his hand at the droids, who then sped up to reach the stall.

The leading droid had yellow patterning, distinguishing itself from the others in the patrol. "What seems to be the problem here," asked the droid.

Lero pointed to Jonathan and said, "This man is refusing to pay the fee established and has attempted to haggle down the price."

The droid looked over Jonathan quickly before making a motion with its hand. Two droids began approaching Jonathan before the man who had been watching quickly walked over and shouted, "My friend! It's been so long. They finally got you off of Mygoto, huh?" He then stood next to Jonathan before looking to Lero. "You're talking to a genuine hero. He joined the militia on Mygoto before the Westbeechians invaded and continued to fight against their forces. He just got off service and hasn't received proper payment. It surprises me that businesses refuse to honor heroes in a time of war, especially one that affects our homes."

Lero quickly put down his head. "I'm so sorry, sir! I didn't know you had fought. I had just never seen veterans because we never had the need to recruit organic beings to fight an enemy. Here, you can take a full eogan for free as compensation for my ignorance." Lero then reached under his stall again before taking out a large, wrapped eogan. It looked like a watermelon for the most part, but the skin had a blue look to it. Lero placed it on the counter and took away his tablet.

The man grabbed the eogan and put his arm around Jonathan's shoulder before attempting to walk away from the scene with him. "Thank you, sir and have a wonderful day, officers!"

The droids took a moment to recoup and talked amongst each other, clearly in confusion before continuing on their patrol path.

Sadripoor wrote:

Representing Suraiya, Minister of State Kilghai Ganjahadi, Minister of Defense Kunsar Murkhad, Minister for the Interior Yaddam Rajaskunyar, and Minister for Commerce Sikramshat Mumarajatrya all flank the Prime Minister on their respective side of the long, dark wooden table. It is a large and grand room, windows opening out onto the seemingly infinite gardens of the Asanja Bhagwan. There is an absence of translators, as the Suraiyan delegation is polyglottic. At the head of the table, a single chair is left empty, and on the table before it, His Majesty’s official seal, a stamp as old as Suraiya itself, sits deceptively inert on a tray of black ink.

The emptiness of that chair confirms the absence of the King, but the presence of his seal suggests his own omnipresence. The Tennist faith teaches that there is power in silence.

Pramdishat Ananda is a smart-looking woman, whose face is cast almost always into a collected, unruffled grin. The very picture of reservation and poise. Her silver hair, similarly, is swept neatly and tidily, and her suit is well-pressed. In all, she is impeccable.

“We are glad to host you,” the Prime Minister says, “and though I do hope we can be, in this meeting, constructive, I hope also you will be understanding of the positions I take on behalf of His Majesty’s government.” The Suraiyans speak English with refined, aristocratic accents, though their cadence and manner of arranging phrases are very different from those countries where English is the primary tongue.

“On the topic of a mutual defense pact, this we find difficult.” The Prime Minister looks to Minister of Defense Murkhad, who leans forward and clears his throat.

“To start, I think we should acknowledge the geographic situation which makes such a proposition already so complicated. Makko Oko and Suraiya share no boundaries, and as we are so far apart, to me, it is impossible to consider being able to provide for each other’s mutual protection.”

"There is no such thing as impossible" the Emperor responds, "In regards to your stance on His Majesty's Government, we completely understand on the matter, so no worries there Minister Ananda." the Emperor then slides to the Suraiyan delegation an agreement to construct a military base, then stating "While it may be impossible in the typical stance, if we were to build a base on your soil, and you build one on ours, it would not be so impossible, no?"

Within the agreement stipulates blank lines to write things such as how many bases are authorized, how many soldiers are authorized at each base, locations, etc. "We have to fight off the Exsorcialian threats, and a unified pact will help to ensure that. If Exsorcial attacks you, we'll assist, same if they attack us. At this time, Makko Oko has no presence within Aurelia and as such, lacks a fast deployment in the hastening of fighting off advances of Exsorcial's military." the Minister Of Diplomatic Affairs simply nods their head in agreement, not saying much.

"What are your thoughts on a military cooperation agreement?" the Emperor says, with the Minister Of Diplomatic Affairs interrupting him mid-sentence, saying "We'd also like to propose a free trade agreement, with no tariffs, taxes, any of the sort, between our two nations, if your government so chooses. We have great valuables such as the homegrown Makko Okoan fruit that everybody loves."

Westbeech wrote:

"Thank you, sir and have a wonderful day, officers!"

Lero's lack of understanding had Jonathan raise his eyebrow on several occasions. Was the term barter simply foreign to the man or why did he realise that he intended to haggle only now? In either case, Jonathan laughed along with Lero before instantly becoming cold and calculated, hoping that the quick switch would make Lero wary...just that it didn't appear to work, forcing Jonathan to put his hands on his weapons just in case. He could probably ram his dagger through one of the robots' heads and then blast the other with a 9mm from down below. Surely these things weren't armoured like tanks, right? No, no, no, the Lero had acted just a smidgeon too fast for him to threaten him. The patrol was alerted and his ability to take care of an entire patrol with no advantageous position and questionable weaponry was...questionable. Maybe he could simply vault over the stand and take the vendor hostage?

"You are going to regret this..."

, he growled as his hand gripped the grip of the dagger he had taken with him just that little bit tighter.

Luckily it never came to that as someone suddenly shouted, though he wasn't sure who was being addressed here. It took untill a man stood net to him that Jonathan dared to take his eyes off Lero and towards the main, recognition flickering across his face for but a moment. That was the man he had thought to have left to call the authorities on him. Well, perhaps he had been somewhat wrong on that front afterall, so he simply muttered:

"Fritsk is alright, there's no need to get involed in this."

That was untill the unknown man mentioned a name Jonathan had hoped to have put behind him, causing him to freeze instantly, his good eye turning towards the man while his new eye rolled in its socket untill it stared into his skull again. No way? Attacking? Them? Here? How? It would provide a reason as to why the language was recognised but still...he subconsciously touched the scarred section of his face. The wounds had long since closed but the scars and blackened, soot like stains remained. But pain flared up every now and then still. The doctors always said he was fine, that it was likely just some phantom pain but it felt real enough. Still however, he was conscious enough to take a degree of advantage of the situation, mumbling:

"Yes, the Westbeechians, of course, always the Westbeechians...where do you think these scars came from? Unfortunate accidents with a frying pan?"

The ruse seemed to work, if it could even be called a ruse, Jonathan still trying his best to come to terms with what he had only just heard as the stranger led him away. His grip around the dagger hadn't relaxed, nor had his finger left his wound, which was burning with the same old pain again as the chemicals had set his exposed nerves on fire. He remembered it. The aircraft, the explosions, the searing hot pain as shrapnel cut deep into his face. And then came the leaks...few of his unit had survived. Extracting dangerous weapons before the enemy could get their hands on them, a relatively safe mission supposedly, with the frontlines still a ways away. Ah, he should've known that the new Supreme Command was giving out false intel.

No, he had to calm down, he couldn't lose his grip now. This was absolutely unknown and foreign territory, he couldn't trust or rely on anything or anyone for that matter. Not even his mysterious saviour. No, for Christ's sake, he had to calm down. He couldn't just run around always on edge and stabbing or shooting everyone he saw. He relaxed his grip around the dagger slightly before saying:

"If this is about the free drinks, I can only reiterate, I don't want one."

Darklore wrote:

"If this is about the free drinks, I can only reiterate, I don't want one."

The man's face changed to a very solemn look. "I'm surprised you'd put me with them. Of course, I don't look any different, but I can assure you that I, like you, am not from this planet, nor am I truly from this galaxy. I need you to stick with me for a while longer. I'm taking you somewhere where you need to tell your story. Who you are, where exactly you're from. Another person from Terra doesn't just show up unannounced here, so I need to hear this. Of course, I expect you to leave out details, but we're here to help. We'll help get you to a safe place, probably Lilyth or Radan. They're in Coalition territory and where people from Terra are expected. And even if you're not trying to get somewhere safe, we'll at least try to catch you up."

He seemed to be heading around to the other end of the center. Every once in a while, the man looked about and would nod to a passerby.

"Oh, and don't try to hurt me or any of us agents. Since you entered the market, we've had many eyes on you and attacking someone in public is one way to quickly get caught by either us or the Alliance. So keep your pistol and your knife holstered, can't be having itchy trigger fingers risking another life."

Westbeech wrote:

"Oh, and don't try to hurt me or any of us agents. Since you entered the market, we've had many eyes on you and attacking someone in public is one way to quickly get caught by either us or the Alliance. So keep your pistol and your knife holstered, can't be having itchy trigger fingers risking another life."

"And I can assure you that not being from this planet is a trait you appear to share with a great deal of people on this planet."

, Jonathan replied snarkily, though he did let go of the dagger. A small concession he could afford to make.

"Just from the market onward? Took you a while. Now, I hate to be this way but I don't think you've made a particularly good case for your...Coalition. At least not enough of one to make getting caught by this Alliance any less appealing."

He kept meeting the eyes of anyone his...companion...nodded at. He wanted them to know that he had seen them. And while he was certain that he would never memorise even just a tenth of their faces...he certainly hoped it made them nervous about which he did actually memorise. It could come in handy later on though it could also be that the man was simply nodding at acquaintances or random bystanders so as to confuse him.

"I think you could cut the 'up' from the end of your previous little speech. At least I assume so, it seems to make little sense in the context of the sentence. But what do I know, I am no native speaker afterall. However, don't expect to get anything out of me. If you are who I think you are...were I a man of faith, I'd kill you. Were I a patriot, I'd kill you. Were I in a particularly vengeful mood...I'd probably not go quite that far but still..."

Makko Oko wrote:

"There is no such thing as impossible" the Emperor responds, "In regards to your stance on His Majesty's Government, we completely understand on the matter, so no worries there Minister Ananda." the Emperor then slides to the Suraiyan delegation an agreement to construct a military base, then stating "While it may be impossible in the typical stance, if we were to build a base on your soil, and you build one on ours, it would not be so impossible, no?"

Within the agreement stipulates blank lines to write things such as how many bases are authorized, how many soldiers are authorized at each base, locations, etc. "We have to fight off the Exsorcialian threats, and a unified pact will help to ensure that. If Exsorcial attacks you, we'll assist, same if they attack us. At this time, Makko Oko has no presence within Aurelia and as such, lacks a fast deployment in the hastening of fighting off advances of Exsorcial's military." the Minister Of Diplomatic Affairs simply nods their head in agreement, not saying much.

"What are your thoughts on a military cooperation agreement?" the Emperor says, with the Minister Of Diplomatic Affairs interrupting him mid-sentence, saying "We'd also like to propose a free trade agreement, with no tariffs, taxes, any of the sort, between our two nations, if your government so chooses. We have great valuables such as the homegrown Makko Okoan fruit that everybody loves."

Though the Prime Minister herself doesn’t lose face, several of the Suraiyan ministers appear vaguely skeptical, tapping out notes on their lap tops while the Makko Okans speak.

“By my measure,” Murkhad says, “you’re well beyond a thousand miles from Exsorcial. I cannot see how they threaten you. Even if they maintained a blue water fleet—which our intelligence says they do not have this—you have seldom engaged with them. No reason for them to harm you even if they could.”

The Prime Minister voices her agreement. “As for the suggestion that we maintain military bases in each other’s countries, I…” She searches for the proper words. “You will recall that your country kidnapped and forced a Suraiyan citizen into slavery last year,” Ananda says blankly. “A civilian, I might add. You will understand, then, that the last thing Suraiyan voters would want is Makko Okan soldiers in their country.”

The Prime Minister’s tone isn’t hostile, nor disrespectful. She merely states facts, even if they are quite ugly. Her plain and honest nature is what won Ananda her position. “As a democracy, we are beholden to our voters. What they want—provided those desires are balanced with the agenda of His Majesty—we must execute. And I must be frank, the Suraiyan public does not trust your government.”

“So,” Ananda concludes, “I am afraid a mutual defense pact is off the table. Commerce, this is something that we might agree on, though even this is frustrated by your policy on foreign nationals and diplomatic ambassadors.”

The Minister for Commerce, Sikramshat Mumarajatrya, takes over, his expression troubled. “I’m afraid trade, too, is made almost impossible,” he corrects. “You see, even though travel to Makko Oko is no longer outright illegal, many in our government wish to reclassify it as such, much for the same reason that Suraiyan shipping companies do not allow their employees to enter your ports. As stated in your Basic Rights, Suraiyan nationals have no freedoms in Makko Oko. They can be wrongfully detained, arrested, and held. They have no legal council, and naturally, their employers don’t want to be at the center of an international scandal.”

“Indeed,” the Minister for State Affairs says. “If we were to commence trade with Makko Oko, it would be through overseas shipping companies. But this would also deprive our own shipping companies of a chance for profit, putting them, and by extension, the entire country, at a disadvantage which would, inherently, not be profitable for this government.”