My puppet Rangan. I got bored and decided to make it a terrorist cell. Former Ragean leader Dr. R. Rangan. (Leader during the Waaa war) went nutso and bombed many important locations in Rage Mage (Orange Phoenix HQ, docks, the government building complex) which resulted in the death of them current leader John Randell. After Theo Gunter took power, Dr. Rangan stole a prototype Drone Kamikaze launch sub. He then used it to attack a Slatos merchant fleet and was preparing to attack the volinovian coast when shiZ hit the fan.
Volinovia sent destroyers to try and stop the rouge sub, Lerasi had a bone to pick with the sub but also sent out ships to prevent Volinovia from attacking the sub because of them having no reason too.
At this point it was getting too chaotic for me so I had to kinda rush the destruction of the sub to end the problem using my (sanctioned/not rouge) sub the Unbound. However, this entire event caused a diplomatic RP fissure and IRL fight between V and L. L failed to make the difference between IC and OOC clear and Volinovia got upset. This made him go OOC with some things and L got angry as well. Then you came in you arrived and asked what was going on. So yeah. I just shattered L and V relations accidentally.
The angel of charity, La Xinga, True sans, and Nua augustine
Nua augustine
I haven't got the exact ranks yet. But you're in the top 10.
People get rankings for offense and defense. Then the generator does the rest. I have no control over the scores.
Okay, though try not to get caught. A bad economy is definitly a good idea, could cause the people to lose faith in government. That decline in faith can lead us to go on sprees showing the failures of autocracy and of the governments ideas for a new state.
A gunshot rang loudly as Lord Protector Louis Alderman executed the leader of the East Pacalis Rebellion.
A few New Maiyans had not liked the change in leadership of the territory and their subsequent lack of representation in the govermment. The Lerasian administrators were keeping them happy, but Lord Protector Louis Alderman had new duties, and a few corrupt officials and greedy soldiers had rebelled against the Meritocratic Sovereignty.
The execution wasn't going to make anyone happier, though. The High Council would be happy, of course, but not the people. Alderman knew this. He had known this for far too long. There needed to be a change. And soon.
As his soldiers secured the territory, Lord Protector Louis Alderman boarded his personal Wyvern. As the Wyvern ascended, he poured over a map of Lerasi detailed with a few small scale uprisings.
There were twelve main Warlords of note. "Eleven," he corrected himself. The East Pacalis Rebellion was probably the largest one, but there were still more.
Deserters and unhappy, unrepresented citizens had risen up. The two Algerstonese Islands had tried to sucede, but a Lerasian Admiral was recapturing the islands as Alderman flew towards Armonica Province, where multiple rebellions had started up.
He flew over another warzone as the remnants of MCR supporters were yet again being crushed.
He flew over Onrus, where Democratic Crusaders had risen up under a coalition of warlords. The Sovereign Legions were struggling here, but still had the upper hand.
He knew that, in the northeast, there were more uprisings. But Armonica was almost as bad as East Pacalis.
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The Wyvern landed in the middle of a Sovereign camp, where General John Malcolm was standing with a few other officers.
The NCL has taken root mostly in the north! he yelled over the spinning propellers and loud engine of the Wyvern. The South is being secured by Colonel Aur and three legions, but our assaults have been repelled quite viciously by now!
Alderman nodded, his brain moving faster than light. We need to flank them from the north. Load up most of your men onto SSWs and AAACs and keep a regiment or two here to keep the illusion of an attack. I will command the fake charge to explain your absence as you command the forces beaching in the north. As they realize their ruse, we will charge with our meager force plus every tank we have.
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Alderman himself commanded the charge as the pincer maneuver was executed. Soon, the most powerful warlord in the area was executed, and the land was under Lerasi once more.
Alderman didn't stay as Malcolm rounded up the remaining terrorists and rebels. He was on his Wyvern and headed to Dolorem with news of their victory before the Warlord's body began to decompose.
On the way, he received news that South Armonica was under control. The MCR was the most fierce rebellion currently, as Onrus was calming down.
He landed once more, this time in the city of Vindebury, where the Sovereign Legions were patrolling the streets. The city itself was calm, but the outlying towns and smaller cities were being overrun with soldiers and rebels.
It was a rapidly changing front, but the revolutionaries were being hunted down. General Rall was brutal, but effective, and the war was going well. A Warlord was already captured and killed. But there were two more active in the region.
Louis Alderman was there to ensure that it was done quickly. He cringed at the thought of the people in the capital who were hard at work making it look as if everything was fine.
Greetings, our honorable ally. We are pleased to provide support in your defense of the Balkanized States, however we must know details.
What kind of support do you need? We can not spare too much soldiers at the moment, but we can provide logistic support. Similarly, our air force is free, and our navy can be spared.
A battle plan and a detailed list of assets required will assist us greatly in our mobilization.
Hail Victoria.
~Louis Alderman, Regent of Lerasi
It was dark, it was cold, it was quiet. Nothing was visible except for a dim light at the end of the hallway. Oskar Eroberer found himself sweating, his heart was racing. But he stepped forward, and walks to the end of the hallway. He steps out into a large, open area, still completely dark, stepping up a few steps, and onto a stage.
Lights all around the stadium light up to reveal him, a microphone, and thousands upon thousands of people that cheer and clap upon seeing him, soon unifying into a singular chant.
“Honor!”
“Honor!”
“Honor!”
Oskar beams with pride, as the massive crowd chanted his party slogan. Here he was, inside the Staudinger stadium in Teichersberg, the state Capitol of Altmark. Altmark was Oskar’s homestate, and he would see fit that the beginning of his life and the beginning of his greatest accomplishment would happen in the same state.
He waves to the ever louder crowd. He was still in the typical Honor Party garb, but didn’t have a hat and had a green-grey jacket on over his undershirt. He grabs the microphone from it’s holder and looks around at the crowd.
“Folks,” he begins, his twangy German accent and his deep, bellowing voice booming from the microphone, “I’m angry. Angry that we’ve still seen no justice, angry that we’re lead by damned to hell reds, and most certainly angry that we’re still nowhere near close to getting our Honor Back!” The opening statement gets him a massive cheer from the crowd.
“It’s been a while since von Herig was impeached, and the SDP hijacked the position of Chancellor. And what does this socialist asshole do? He’s made the economy worse! He’s increasing our taxes! Can you believe that? Who wants to have to fork over 100 million kroner bank notes that you worked hard to make, just so the socialist can give it to a foreign government?” Allowing the question to hang, the crowd responds with “nobody!”
“Damn right, folks. He’s only increasing regulations on companies that were already barely making a buck, and strangling our economy further. And if you don’t remember, we lost a damn war to reds! So this traitor needs to be booted out of office. This traitor needs to see the our fists right before we knock him clean out! This traitor, needs to see that this country, wants, HONOR!”
Once again, the crowd cheers and starts chanting the party slogan over and over again, before it dies down.
“And so folks, it’s time to bring about the change we have been demanding for years, it’s high time we grab on to the opportunity we have to regain our honor and make sure we never, ever let go this time. It’s time someone finally challenged the establishment and the white bearded fools in our government and make sure that we never, ever fall to their corruption and their idiocy ever again...”
“...so, good people of Ostaria, I am announcing my candidacy for the Office of Chancellor!”
The crowd goes wild, shouts and cries and chants all fill the stadium, as the people rejoice. Oskar would be the man to bring them Honor back, and he was certain that he would do it, no matter what it took and no matter what got in his way. The crowd then starts to chant “Oskar, Oskar, Oskar” over and over again. Oskar loved it, oh how he loved it, relishing in the people chanting his name. He reluctantly waves them down.
“And when we get into the Ruhmes Haus, once we fill up the Capitol, once we throw those red loving fools out on their asses, we can truly bring about the change needed to ensure a thousand years of honor! We’ll get our economy back on track, then we’ll restore the military, then we’ll meet our enemies eye to eye and light them the f*ck up!” The military term was well understood by the populace, and the idea of revenge hit perfectly in the hearts of the crowd, who was cheering and waving flags. “People, I stand here before you with an offer. An offer I don’t see how you can refuse. I am offering to head to Ruhmstead and rid our government of traitors and fools so we can once again see the day when we are on top, when in a world full of eagles, ours is king. If you elect me come that day, then we’ll see Ostaria spread it’s wings higher then it ever has before, and we ain’t ever gonna come down from our place in the sun!”
The crowd once again breaks out into cheers and claps and waving flags ecstatically upon hearing that their country could once again be on top. It was a well known trait of Ostarian’s to be nationalistic and Oskar was no different. If he preached high things for Ostaria and it’s people, then he’d certainly be on top. “God bless you all and have one hell of a night!” He gives the Honor Party salute, the crowd returning it. Then, the crowd and Oskar shout in unison, “HONOR!” More cheers and shouts come from the crowd as a smiling Oskar waves at them and walks off the stage.
Only one more step to go before he would pay back every single debt he owed in full.
Oskar didn’t leave till very late at night. Though he loved interacting with the crowds, he was tired and wanted to get to his motel room without much trouble. Wearing a straw hat, he walks out into the cool, Teichersberg night. A few people pass by, but most of the stadium crowd had left a while ago. He breathes in the air, satisfied that it’s not the muggy humid air of the Capitol.
After walking for a bit, and passing onto the street of his motel, something bumps his leg and he almost trips. Looking down, he sees a ragged, dirty Ostarian Shepherd on the sidewalk, shivering in the night. Gathering himself, Oskar bends down and pet’s the dog. “The hell’s your owner, pal?” The dog just whimpers. “Gone I bet, hardly anyone has the income to feed y’all.” Oskar then puts his arm around the dog and picks it up, and starts heading to the Teichersberg Honor Party office instead of his motel. “I’m sure your smarter then anyone in government,” he says, “let’s get you taken care of than.” Oskar felt honorbound to do plenty of things, hence why he was running for Chancellor, but this seemed like it made the list.
Louis Alderman was shut in his office in Bor Palace, reading laws, history textbooks, philosophy books, theories, political ideas, and his own notes.
Occasionally he would make a new note, or edit an existing one. His mind was reeling; he hadn't left the room since he had brought North Dolorem under his own rule once more.
The MCR was the only region still in strife, but he couldn't be on site.
He made another note.
He had studied political science and philosophy, and he had always had grand ideas. Harald Bor's notebook was laid out before him.
He had contacted several professionals and experts. He had contacted several political leaders.
He needed all the help he could get in order to build a new empire.
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Lord Protector.
Hmm.
He took another note.
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My people! I am delighted to inform you that the uprisings, petty rebellions, and terrorist attacks taking place in our great country have been suppressed.
You have no more to fear. We are unified once more.
We are unified in culture and country. But we are not unified in our love of that country.
The rebellions are gone, yes, but the resentment still stands. This isn't working. Harald Bor's experiment was unprecedented, and it is not treason, but rather truth, to say it has failed.
We have noticed. And we are making a monumental change.
The Meritocratic Sovereignty will eventually fade into the new State. A democratic state. A state of the people and for the people.
As Regent, I hereby announce that the Alderist State of Lerasi be formed in the wake of the rebellions, and that the title of Sovereign be suspended.
I will take office as Lord Protector of Lerasi in order to guide the transition and in case of a need to protect our country.
There will be a change.
And we will prevail. These are dark times, but it is a sign from Pantala above that we need change.
My people, we are entering a new age. Do not be afraid of the future. Embrace it.
Hail Victoria, in all her forms.
His statement echoed on every television, every phone, and throughout the city square of Dolorem.
Then the people repeated it.
A new dawn was rising on Lerasi. And Lord Protector Louis Alderman would rise to greet it.
A message is delivered to Nua Augustine under the cover of midnight. The messenger is clothed in all black, with light armor plating on his clothing. He was delivering a message directly from the Lord Protector himself.
King.
I have heard of your plight and your battle against Volinovia. And I have decided to assist.
We will provide supplies of food and ammunition, and we will send a total of ten wings of fighters, and twenty SSW Submarines to your aid.
But we have control over our own troops and we can pull out.
In return, you will join the East Nonscio League upon your secession, which includes a free trade agreement, non aggression pact, defensive pact, and a vote in the League.
If you refuse this offer, we will still provide supplies.
~Louis Alderman, Lord Protector of Lerasi
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