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The happenings and goings-on in Redppepers would unsettle and even frighten members of the Goran aristocracy. Despite this the envoys were well received and met with the utmost hospitality. After a brief meeting with the envoys, the Gorans would agree to host an embassy in Goventry, and thus accept the embassy request on the condition that Gora be allowed to construct an embassy in Redpeppers. The Vice Garzo Gavinor Pierce would state that “It is the hope of the Goran Government that this will be the first of many steps to begin long and warm diplomatic relations with the great nation of Redpeppers.”
Candain, Redpeppers, and Midribbonia
RP: The Winter Wonderland
From the view of the mechanical wings, they would observe a frosty land untouched by any man. Several stone and thatch villages would srping up all over the white glazed land. One of the Villages, would be bigger than the rest. Having a large center in the middle with purple banners draping down it. The symbol of a standing bear would be seen on them. As well from their view, they would see Native Snowkies walking and even playing in the Snow. Many would watch the helicopters soar over but pay no mind.
However, from the center would be a on looker. A figure, placed in full armor would stand, their hands on a railing. A Snowkie would approach the figure and look toward the Helicopters.
"Helios... This can't be good". The figure spoke in a deep slavic tone. He turned to the Snowkie, who was hooded
"Think they will take more pieces of me?" A Feminine voice responded
"No... They aren't the same, these are not the same people. Maybe they will move past."
"And if they don't?" She responded quickly.
"We do everything we can to protect our people"
The Figure would remove the hood of the Snowkie. Her beak was made of pure metal and she was missing an eye
"I will not let anyone hurt you again"
The Snowkie looked to him
"In don't want to lose yet another limb. You're the only one that knows how to forge."
The Snowkie would walk away, a revolver attached to her hip. The figure would turn to look back out towards the Heliocopters. A faded flag, on of red,black and white would be visible. The stars in the middle would have been faded and a bear on its hind legs, on the top right
"Monsters will not rule this land"
Blayredeshia and Midribbonia
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RP: The Jungpea Migration
The Carbon-negative city of Soddern became a flourishing hub of tourism and within years became overpopulated for what was meant to be an "isolated nature preserve", a million strong and with a solid majority of Jungpeas. However, the volume of avians living in the greenest city was slowly making it less green as the core of the jungle was becoming increasingly deprived of trees to make newer houses. Federal regulators stepped in and forcibly limited the growth of the city which forced the next generation of Jungpeas to seek out new territory. Beyond the southern edge of the rubber jungle, rumored an untouched territory just outside the King's reach; a territory free of regulators. In the thousands, a mass migration of jungpeas ventured southward in search of new territory to set up shop, only to discover a 180 in climate and a frozen wasteland. A hundred miles in, the migratory flock settled down and began to establish an early settlement with a "tent city".
RP: The Skirmishes begin
The border was calm, but bitterly cold. At night the Jungpeas would see Lanterns moving across the snow as Snowkies watched them from a Distance. However, Jungpeas within Razor(back) territory would find themselves in a world of hurt. High pitched Screeching and rapid Talon attacks would attempt to shred the tents and inflict harm on all they could. Flocks of 10-20 would cycle through day in and day out to drive them away.
RP: Contact! Contact!
Ranger looks through his binoculars and spots two figures in center before looking over to the Geologist.
Ranger:"having Fun yet Professor?"
Geologist:"Everything is covered in snow! I cant make out any Geo Formations."
Ranger:"You are mapping the area right?"
Geologist:"What?"
Ranger:"Simon whats our position..."
Simon:"Im freaking ou tman....-oh-"
Ranger looks over and notices Simon has a few needles nearby. Ranger curses knowing no one was mapping the way here. He Grabs Geologist then both jump out of the huey and then pulls his coord. Geologist screaming entire time. Ranger laughs knowing Geologist will be fine. He radio's from his side for Huey to head North and for other two Huey's to land nearby.
Ranger and Geologist slowly descend into Center of Village. Geologist still screaming holding on for dear life. Ranger looks down and begins to squawk in borb speak his lango is rusty but he says "Hi im Ranger." He learned some basic borb lango since he was a family friend of Winters and Hemlock was married to a borb. He hoped his Borb speak is same as this borb speak.
Blayredeshia, Midribbonia, and Avidina
RP: Plea for Intervention
The daily strikes against the migratory flock were causing issues among the settlers, killing hundreds. Most jungpeas had brought with them technology from the homeland, batteries, personal communication devices. Calls back home begged for protection and with the world war in full swing, the Basar military was at the ready but largely focused on the war at hand. The jungpeas were still Basar citizens and the reservists were organized into a "Winged Hussars" a small army of 20,000 soldiers, predominantly of the wisp variety. They flew southward to play guard dog to the migratory flock and secure a perimeter around the tent city.
The daily raids from the Razorbacks would be challenged with bullets and metal as the "Winged Hussars" moved in to play defense...
Blayredeshia and Midribbonia
RP: A welcomed visit
As these machines settled down, the Natives would grow inquisitive of who and what they are. The natives would respond, Understanding what they were saying. Many of the natives would begin offering gifts of several items. Such as Silver, Gold,Food and other assortments of gems. Most saw this intrusion as a visit.
RP: Doubling Down
The Razorbacks being met with a challenge, was a large suprise. Prior to the unification, they had defended their home against the Wick was outstanding. However, the Razorbacks would begin to drop like flys. The Razor backs however, would double down and increase the amount of movements.
The Snowkies on the other hand, Approached the Jungpeas with Gifts and other assortments to hopefully appease them, and to make them go away
RP: BOom SticK!
Ranger and Geologist eyes widened upon realization there is silver and Gold. Ranger in broken borb speak wanted more Gold in exchange he gib Boom Boom Sticks.
He orders his men to demonstrate there weapons and wants Gold for boom boom stick. He says he can bring a friend to speak better. Probably later he means given his borb speak is very broken.
If a Trade is made they would leave if not they would stick around for now.
RP: The Chieftain
Heading the migratory flock was chieftain Zuli Ge, an older Jungpea whose feathers had dulled significantly. He approached the arriving Snowkies, and spoke to them in what he knew to be "wild" speak. A collection of chirps, whistles and clicks in an effort to speak to them. "We are travelers from the north who've come here to settle what we thought to be unclaimed territory. Our home was overcrowded."
Razorbacks would be met with a considerable amount of fire power from the semi-automatic rifles and the similarly agile Frosters, though prolonged fighting would see many fall in the erratic fighting situation
RP: Reaching Out
The Concordaian government is amiable to the establishment of relations between itself and the Unified Realms of Redpeppers. However due to the current civil war and growing conflict, it advises the Redpeppersians against building an embassy until the war is over. Nevertheless, High King Oliver has offered to travel to the nation to facilitate first contact and the potential furthering of cordial relations in the mean time.
RP: From the inside, out
The cities of Santle, Camrenton, and Weldon were easily accessed by CIS forces and the car bombs went off as expected. With the cities already being attacked by loyalist militias as well as the loyalist armies, the bombings further lowered morale. While they didn't kill many, the number of injured was still notable and it told an important message to the NRA: you are not safe anywhere. These pockets of resistance have begun to slowly but surely be enveloped by the crown government.
Redpeppers and Blayredeshia
RP: Dragons with Dragons.
After meeting a Seemingly Nice Nation. Hemlock has refocused on The Great Struggle
RP: A deal cut short
The Snowkies inspected the stick but showed no interest. Instead, Practically starting to attempt to force their gifts into Rangers parties hands. Many would offer their homes for the men to stay but, would be cut short by loud thuds. Several Snowkies turned and looked towards the sounds and promptly stepped out of the way. A Tall figure, clasped in steel for his armor, would approach them.
“What is going on here? Who are these people?!”
The mans heavy accent seemed to get much more aggressive. He stood tall before them and looked, his armed crossed.
RP: Perhaps an Agreement?
The Snowkies, being able to understand, would offer to take them back to their villages to give better warmth. They warned about the Razorbacks farther west and the relentless attacks they bring
Meanwhile, As more and more Razorbacks fall, the more they begin to retreat. Scavenging missions began for them as they would discover the power of the Rifles. Bringing them back, and beginning to construct coordinated attacks. However, these attacks would end poorly and result in more death. The Razorbacks would send a chieftain, to possibly settle the skirmishes
RP: Safehouse Secured (Secret to all except The ashgard)
With the purchase of a Safehouse in Ashgard’s interior secured, and handful of Agents would remain in Ashgard to help them set up and establish the Safehouse while a handful of more Agents would fly in from Blayredeshia to staff it and the Safehouse would officially be commanded by Major Augustus Autumn and payments for the Safehouse would almost immediately start rolling in from the Treasury’s smurf accounts across the globe and in total would take 2 weeks to complete. Colonel Isaacs however would depart via plane back go Blayredeshia to visit his liege and see his progress at Fort Texar. Minor issues would be noted on the jet upon takeoff but everything seemed fine for the moment.
RP: A White Shadow over the West (Secret to all except King Oliver’s Government)
With the bombings out east being such a success; Colonel Flintwood would officially greenlight the second round of bombings to hit Northfair, Callod, and Benton out west. This time larger vans or moving trucks would be used to pack an even higher punch and the Agents who by this point has already begun to embed themselves within Concordaia would make sure to park them in the most densley populated areas of the population centers. It has been planned and timed ahead that upon the next round of bombings completions; letters and audio records will be shipped out to any media distributors in western NRA controlled Concordaia with a clear message on them: If the West doesn’t surrender then more bombings will come. The aim of this particular set of bombings clearly meant to both reinforce the message that no one is outside the CIS’s grasp, but also to drive down further war support and demoralize the populace with such a ferocious and awful loss of life count.
RP: Plane Crash (secret to all)
Meanwhile, those minor problems on the civilian jet Colonel Isaacs was flying home in weren’t so minor and soon after entering the skies above Avidina, the Colonel’s jet would be forced go crash land in the forest below. After a few hours of being knocked unconscious the Colonel would awake to find his pilot and co-pilot dead and himself in a foreign land marked as “unclaimed wild lands” on his maps. Armed now with nothing but a m1911 and one magazine as well as a ceremonial but still deadly saber; the Colonel was alone….
RP: Out in the wild
The harsh winter would have no sympathy for the Colonel. However, there would be a aid for the man. As he traveled he would see a lantern rushing towards him. Through the snow he would see a figure. Covered in robes, they would keep their distance for a bit. Before gaining the courage to approach the man.
"Are.You.Hurt? Saw.Winged.One.Fall"
With their broken speech, the figure would reach their hand out to the Colonel. Fully revealing themselves to be a Snowkie.
RP: A Gold Deal
After talking to a Centralized Town/ish village? Ranger and his mercs return to Basaran and tell King Oswald Jorgeson his buddy about what he found in South. He wants to borrow two Jets with Napalm while his mercenaries clear out some Razorbacks in mountains. He tells him about Gold in Mountains and how they would be helping local natives. He thinks it would be a good propaganda victory and a good way to start relations with Tribals in South.
Anyway Ranger mails box to Icewindia. In Which Marshall Hemlock opens box and looks confused as heck wondering why he got a random flag. He notices Ranger left letter and reads it. He notes this and writes back stating he would visit these borb people himself... though only after The Great Struggle.
RP: Dealing with the Razorheads
Upon meeting with the Foreigners, The Saint made himself known. Having stricken a deal with Ranger and his men, The Saint has organized himself to aid in the positioning and extermination of the Razor heads. As well as giving a personal grant of coast to Ranger as well
RP: Opening the Veil
Prior to the meeting, The Saint returned home, stepping into his private place. Rooms lined the halls as he walked past. Going to the far end he opened the door, to reveal a Wiskwind, but not a natural one. Saint walked forward and examined it, looking for any imperfections.
"Please.. Please work this time"
He stepped over to a old computer system. He grabbed a few cables and wires and inserted them into the back of the Wiskwind. He turned to the computer and took a deep breath and pressed an ignition key. For a few seconds, there was whirring. He looked at the machine and waited, nothing. He balled his fists and looked back to the computer
"Why... Why? Why won't you bring her back?!"
He slammed his fists into the computer. A overwhelming shock of energy surged into the cables, and into the machine. Suddenly, the machine activated. Red lights went down a gold frame. Systems began to run their programs, and eventually opened the eyes of the machine. The first thing it saw, was severely outdated technology, and a man with his back against the wall, his head in his hands.
"What... Happened?"
The Machine spoke. Saint slowly raised his head
"A...Amelia?"
He slowly began to rise. The machine, named Amelia, would begin to slowly move her hands and legs
"What Happened... Why am I like this? What did you do?!"
"Amelia please, calm down.. I fi-:
"what did you do to me?!"
Ameila stood up, her wires and tethers breaking off. She scanned the room. Then planted her eyes on Saint
"After the attack.. I..."
"Im... a monster..."
Amelia looked at herself over and over again
"I have spent years... working on this. To give you a second chance! You have to und-"
"Enough!"
Amelia Dashed towards him and slammed her fist into his chest. He slammed against the wall, creating several cracks in it. She looked at what she did, and backed up.
"I.. Im..."
Saint slid down the wall and chuckled.
"Theres the Amelia I know..."
She balled her fists
"How did you do this? Where did you get all of this stuff?!"
"Border hopped... Stole from Basaran shops and got my parts that way... All of it for you"
"I should be dead, Ro-"
Amelia caught herself. Saint looked at her
"How long... Has it been?"
"10... years.."
Saint stood up and grabbed her hand
"You're not a mon-"
Suddenly, walking could be heard
"Saint?! You ok?! Eika and I heard a rumble!"
More walking could be heard
"Listen, Amelia, stay hidden, I will come back"
"What?! No Sa-"
Saint quickly pressed a button on the side of her neck, deactivating her. He took her frame and hid it within a woven crate, made for metal parts. Once Saint finished he stood and faced the entrance way
"All those years in Basaran better have paid off"
"High Chancellor," came the envoy's voice over the line, "the Blayredeshians are willing to negotiate over the price of the equipment we offered. Additionally, they have requested Redpeppersian forces participate in the war as mercenaries, guaranteeing the complete secrecy of our involvement. Alternatively, they have requested we act as a third party to hire Private Military Companies to serve alongside them in the war."
Aralim pondered this for a while. The equipment, while of good quality, was indeed a little dated and required some work to function. Deconstructing the bloody things for parts would only cost money, money they did not possess. No, selling them was the most beneficial option. The matter related to the hiring of private military forces was also something he was willing to concede. Which left the third request.
"Tell the Blayredeshians that we are willing to sell the tanks at 70% of the price it initially cost to build them, provided they buy at least 400 of the armoured vehicles. As a show of good faith, we will take care of any restoration required and deliver them. We will also contact some private military firms currently active within Redpeppers to fight alongside them."
"As you command," the envoy replied. "And the matter of our military forces?"
"Tell them no. If they press the issue, tell them Redpeppersian forces would undermine our public neutrality." It was partially true, but it wasn't the true reason he denied the request. A carefully guarded secret amongst only the highest ranks of the Redpeppersian Strategic Central Command, the truth was that Redpeppers simply could not afford to lose any significant amount of soldiers. Outwardly, Redpeppers maintained the image of a large military capacity, but the unfortunate truth was that the active forces contained only around 650,000 soldiers, smaller than several military forces currently deployed on the battlefield. Although each Redpeppersian adult received some military training, they did not actively serve unless in times of emergency, and even then its military forces were far smaller than most other standing armies. Admitting this would be showing a weakness Aralim did not want anyone to know, however, so he had to come up with some excuse. A neutral image just happened to be conveniently plausible.
The envoy acknowledged his orders, then returned to offer the Blayredeshians the terms.
Kharis Fenric, Councillor of Foreign Affairs, bent over the documents on his desk, his eyes racing over the pages and his mind racing to formulate responses. His secretary, Folmer, waited patiently for orders.
"Very well. Folmer, contact our construction companies to start building embassies for the 
Rumanian States and the 
Empire of Gora. If some flat needs to be leveled, see to it that that is handled as well, and if so, contact the department of Culture to find new housing for the residents. No, their objections will not matter. If they complain, refer them to the department of Culture - tey're experts at making excuses. Make sure this is handled quickly. Send a reply to both nations that we are prepared to build an embassy in Jafalond. Draft an invitation to High King Oliver, saying we would be pleased to receive him and his delegation, then run it by me. Once you are done with that, ensure all of our envoys are where they need to be. Dismissed."
The young secretary's face had turned sour at each item on that entire list, evidently not pleased at the prospect of spending his entire afternoon behind his desk. Still, if he was to succeed Kharis on the High Council, he needed to get used to doing a lot of work for little thanks. Treaties and celebrations were fine events, but the daily administration of the department was both more important and a lot more work. Kharis often jokingly blamed his loss of hair on the administration work, though he knew he was just getting old. A few years more, then I'll retire, he thought to himself. He refused to think about the fact he'd been saying this for the better part of a decade now.
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RP: Whistleblower's death leaves Schwypian and Nakatoro authorities with many questions. (Secret)
The local Schwypian fire department in the city of Caton had received an emergency call from a fire alarm set off in a hotel in the downtown part of the city, firefighters arrived within 11 minutes of the call and arrived to a fire that spread up to five rooms on the same floor. Firefighters fought the fire for little over half a hour, before the fire was fully extinguished.
Occupants and staff of the hotel had been evacuated as soon as the fire alarms went off, although responders had found the charred remains of one person in their bed in the room. An investigation soon started to determine the cause of the fire, and immediately many red flags had been set off by the team which the investigation was immediately turned over to federal Schwypian law enforcement authorities.
Of the five rooms effected by the fire, one of the rooms happened to house the North Kowenian asylum seeker who was staying in the hotel until a more permanent arrangement could be provided. The source of the fire also happened to come from the room, which the fire marshal services believed was a cigarette dropped onto the bed by the man's side. The fire marshal services had also discovered both the smoke alarm and the emergency sprinkler system in the room had been tampered with, effectively rendering both of them inoperable. Some of the asylum seeker's luggage was also destroyed in the fire, although investigators found it strangely placed on top of the bed as well when the man had already been living in the room for a few days.
The death has caused a lot of suspicion among the Schwypian government and authorities, with the short time of the seeker being given asylum and his death. It was also notable that the asylum seeker planned to testify and aid Schwypian law enforcement in their investigation into the rigging of Nakatoro elections.
Though many questions are now asked in the light of his death, but a conspiracy soon sparks that the asylum seeker was the victim of a hit by the North Kowenian government. It leaves a rather important question however, if this was the case how did the killers know where the asylum seeker was housed? The wide range of explanations range from North Kowenian agents tailing the seeker to his hotel in Schwypia, to even potential North Kowenian intelligence agents being within the Schwypian government and leaking the information of the asylum seeker to the government.
The asylum seeker's wife and eleven year son are in Nakatoro awaiting another flight to take them to Schwypia. The death of the asylum seeker has not yet been released to the public, with Schwypian authorities having the decision to make it public or not.
Lower ranks of the federal Schwypian law enforcement department involved in the case have spoken to their supervisors to treat the case as a possible homicide and open up a deeper investigation.
RP: Hexrion Pharmaceutical Company under the spotlight after sixth poisoning death occurs.
West Kowenian law enforcement lately reached out to the CEO of Hexiron inc after a criminal investigation found a link between poisoning deaths and medicine handed out by Hexiron pharmacies in the capital of Horokoshi. A police investigation found that now six victims have died as a result of cyanide poisoning from Hexiron medicine bottles spiked with the poison. All of the tampered bottles were also traced back to the same pharmacy in the city of Horokoshi. This has led to the executives of the pharmaceutical company to wonder what to do with the supply of medicine in the pharmacy.
How many more bottles were laced?
RP
A Deal Sealed: Secret with Blayredeshia
The Ashgard agreed to sell the Blayredeshian rights for safehouses within the mainland, which offered them safety. The safehouses will be located in remote locations, devoid of any activity. Said safehouses will be restocked with foodstuffs for the agents, and a small group of Ashgardian soldiers are present within the proximity of the safehouse, maintaining discretion themselves to avoid gathering attention to guard the safehouse for possible intruders.
Safehouses, food and security. As delivered for 8 million Marks...
RP: Response to the deaths
With law enforcement contacting the CEO, Hexiron acts fast to assess and handle the issue. All medicine coming from that one pharmacy is to be taken off shelves and tested for any dangerous substances. Once cleared, the medicine can return to shelves within the pharmacy. This would not happen until the tamperer is found. Hexiron also allows law enforcement to conduct their investigation into the building and on staff as well
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