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Regionaljingchaofficer Tavkinsich threw his cigarette on the ground as he finally saw the motorcade appear over the horizon. Standing up from the box he was seating on, and calling to the other soldiers waiting for them. They responded a tad sluggishly, damn excuses of soldiers, he thought. Though calling them soldiers would be too generous, at most they were militia, rejects of both the military and the mafia.

As the trucks stopped in front of them, proudly bearing a symbol of a circle crossed over, two griffons dismounted. Their worn green uniforms and berets iconic and known well to Tavkinsich. Colonialauthority, Tavkinsich thought bitterly. The griffons said nothing as they opened the trunk of the front truck while other people dismounted from the rest of the motorcade, Tavkinsich didn't give a damn about the others, he was interested in the main attraction of the day.

One of the griffons opened the door and one stepped in. He could hear a slap as the griffon emerged once again, pulling a blonde woman from the darkness of the truck by the hair. Her black Obercolonialjenderalzhenfufurher clothes worn and torn. He could see plenty of gashes through the holes... Another victim of challenging the system.

Throwing the prisoner to the ground, Tavkinsich spared a glance before turning to the griffon, his human fingers moved quickly as he opened the box he previously was sitting on. Bars of platinum could be seen as he threw open the top of the box.

"I cresume it's as we agreed on, cal?" Said one of the Griffons, looking greedily at the bars stacked in the box. He too probably was calculating how much they could sell on the market. Griffons were weird.

"Yes, yes it is, pal," Tavkinsich replied, "I presume all of t'ese commodit'es are in prime condit'on?"

"Excect this little cal!" Said the other griffon, smilingly sadistically as he knelt down and grabbed the battered the woman by the hair, having tried to crawl away to safety. "We and ta lads had some fun, you know what I mean!"

The Griffons burst into laughter as Tavkinsich observed that the woman shed a few tears. Damn ColAuths were ruthless to those who oppose them, best to not get targeted by them.

"Fine, fine i get it," Tavkinsich said, disgusted, "Take your platinum and go,"

After the griffons took off with their platinum loot. The soldiers began lining up the slaves to have them peddled out to the markets. Tavkinsich watched them in silent before pointing his pistol at Clarin Femindton, who had tried again to escape, grasping at the sands...

To be Continued....

Office of the Czar, The Winter Palace, Russia major

The Czar, wearing a pair of rounded reading glasses, sits in his study. He is studying a set of papers from the Protector-General of Siberia, the grand, officious seal at the top of page hiding paragraphs of unrestrained boredom. Resting his chin on his hand, he taps his pen on the desk, bored.
A timid knock comes at his door.

"Yes? Come in."

A guard enters the room, his carbine slung over his shoulder, the soldier stops halfway to the desk, kneeling with the butt of the rifle on the floor in front of him. Feodor is suddenly hyperaware of his revolver, lying just inches away from his pen. The guard rises, speaking with only a light accent,

"Your Imperial Majesty, Sir, The Council of Twelve is requesting your presence."

Feodor raises an eyebrow,

"The Council answers to me, if they wish to speak to me, they may come here."

"But sir..."

"Tell them."

The Czar's insistence overwhelms the guard's obedience, and the guard turns away, walking out of the room. Feodor returns to his work for a few minutes, noting that he ought to look into contracting one of the lesser nobles for the production of equipment specialised for the harsh Siberian Climate. The door sounds again with knocking, but this time the Council of Twelve enters, nine men, three women. As each enters the room, they bow deeply, forming a half circle equally around the room. At the centre of the crescent, the Interior Executive Minister, Princess Renata Cherkassky, and to her left, Grand Duke Immanuil Kazantsev, Minister for Industry and Infrastructure. Feodor locks eyes with Cherkassky,

"When my Council of Twelve presumes to summon me, I assume something must be gravely wrong, but you all seem perfectly calm, was it a collective moment of madness that drove you to this disrespect?"

The Princess' lips started to twist upwards to a wry smile, which quickly fell as Feodor turned his hard gaze onto her, the matronly woman's throat dried slightly.

"Your Imperial Majesty, we meant no disrespect..."

"And yet you presumed it was your place to summon me."

"I apologise sir, but something is gravely wrong."

The Czar's head snaps up

"Well, what is it?"

"My Lord, your, marital status."

Feodor's jaw visibly tightens, his eyes are hard.

"What. About. It?"

"Sir, you know as well as we do that there are two things which hold the state together. The Czar, and their heir, without a direct heir the stability of the realm is threatened, and your sister really isn't interested in producing one, now is she?"

Feodor's cheeks flush a light red,

"My sister's preferences are none of your concern, and neither is my so-called 'marital status' which has nothing, nothing to do with the production of an heir. I know your opinion Princess Cherkassky, I know your nigh heretical beliefs, and you will not impress them upon me."

It is the Princess's turn to blush as Feodor, still seated, now is firmly in control,

"Sir, the only way for you to raise a legitimate child is in wedlock, a mere bastard will not have sufficient claim to maintain the loyalty of the nobles."

There is a murmur of agreement from the other councillors, Feodor looks around at them, noting their expressions, some tentative, some steadfast.

"Then I will marry, I will marry the people I choose, I will marry the people I love. Is that good enough for you?"

This is it, her time, she thinks, time to play her final card,

"You may marry who you like, but there must be an engagement within a month, if there isn't, you can expect my resignation."

Feodor looks around the other Councillors,

"And the rest of you, have you anything to say?"

From the crescent about 4 others step forward, the Grand Duke Kazantsev and others,

"You can expect my resignation too."

"And mine."

"And mine."

"And mine."

The Czar looks around again as they are quiet.

"Well, if that is all, you will have your engagement, Show them out!"

The Guard opens the door, and one by one, each bowing, the nobles file out of the room, the guard shutting the door behind them. Feodor puts his head in his hands, wondering,

"Maybe there's a foreign princess?"

Ever Favoured, Ever Prepared, Ever Defended,

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<ginseng> Ha they came. Welcome, AWF.
<genesis> we letting randoms into the hall now
<genesis> screw that
<rellicOAT> jesus ginseng what were you thinking
<ginseng> calm the ██ down and let me speak
<ginseng> this is a rep from a coalition of nations interested in NaStoS
<genesis> "interested" is doublespeak for "looking for a zero day"
<ginseng> nah man, they're legit. plus, what can they do, this is IRC
<AzureOutreach> Hello NaStoS. We wish to extend an offer of membership into the Watester Foundation to the "nation" of NaStoS.
<ginseng> facepalm
<genesis> get them out man
<genesis> that was pathetic
<rellicOAT> jesus
<palindr00m> classic
<AzureOutreach> I apologize? What did I say wrong? I apologize, I'm not well versed in these matters.
<ginseng> alright, Azure, give it up, I'll tlk to them and you can try again in a weekish
<ginseng> thought you said you knew what you were doing
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*** AzureOutreach @highland genesis @bluesoul %stormfallen &ginseng djkaktus palindrOOm @rellicOAT atomicthumbs Dianaberry
<genesis> lets see what youve got
<bluesoul> genesis, you're HOF for a reason
<bluesoul> dont be an ████
<ginseng> welcome back AWF
<AzureOutreach> I apologize for my previous slipup
<AzureOutreach> We, the AWF, would like to invite you to join our coalition of nations, now that the WA has acknowledged your community as a state
<stormfallen> Why should we? What does the AWF have to offer that trumps what Europeia, or the West Pacific, or any other coalition offers? Why would you trust a loosely organized group of hackers, insurgents, and othewr ne'er do wells on the internet anyways? And why did they send YOU, Robert Blanton?
<genesis> HE SPEAKS
<palindr00m> ALL HAIL LORD STROM, HE OF THE THE SILVER TONGUE
<stormfallen> shut up, you fools, do you think I would miss this? this could be a pivotal moment in our history
<AzureOutreach> I guess I should have expected my identity to be discovered. The answer to your question, stormfallen, is that we don't really have anything to offer, other than a promise that in our region, you all will be treated with the respect you deserve and be given a voice within our political system, to be utilized however you see fit.
<genesis> "respect" is rich coming from the man who called us a nation in quotes and didn't even bother to look up our real name instead of the normie buzzword
<rellicOAT>lol
<AzureOutreach> Again, I apologize for my disrespect. I did not realize there was another name your nation went by. The Foundation will refer to your nation by its real name, Custodes.
<ginseng> Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
<genesis> Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
<rellicOAT> Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
<bluesoul> Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
<stormfallen> Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
<highland> Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
<djkaktus> Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
<palindr00m> Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
<Dianaberry> Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
<atomicthumbs> Sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
<ginseng> Alright, anyways. Lets talk about this.
<AzureOutreach> Ok, so registration is rather simple. We just have a few documents for your leader or leaders to sign.
<AzureOutreach> In this case, we have expanded the rules to allow an e-signing, given the special circumstances regarding the nation
<AzureOutreach> After that, we ask for pledged support to our WA delegate, and that's all.
<AzureOutreach> It's really quite easy.
<AzureOutreach> Hello?
<AzureOutreach> Everybody?
<AzureOutreach> Are you all there?
<ginseng> We've decided to accept your offer, friend. We've already signed the necessary documents and pledged the required support.
<AzureOutreach> Wait, but, I haven't given them to you yet?
<ginseng> they were online, do you think we couldn't get to them? you underestimate us
<AzureOutreach> Welcome to the AWF, but I think we'd prefer that you don't hack confidential government documents, thank you.
<genesis> I think we'd prefer that you hold true to your "freedoms" promise.
<AzureOutreach> well, the constitution doesn't quite cover this
<AzureOutreach> but, in general,
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<stormfallen> nice one, gin
<ginseng> rofl
<ginseng> lets get to work

Nast0s wrote:

Excuse me, why was my post suppressed?

Did I do something wrong?

OOC: It was believed you were trying to impersonate the AWF's leadership. I take your nation is suppose a collective of hackers if I made sense of your first post correctly. It is a little bit alien as far as most RMB arrival messages.

Regardless, welcome to the AWF.

Nast0s wrote:

-Snip

OOC: Good to see I understood the message correctly, and yeah, things like that can happen. Once again though, welcome to the region, and do join the discord, that is where a lot of the bigger regional events are planned.

Nast0s wrote:

I'm saying y'alls invite is invalid, like the invite on the front page is not working

OOC: The invitation should be working now according to the discord, if not, then telegram Ukraniumstan.

General pershing stood by the window overlooking the courtyard of the capital building when a few members of pershing's general staff knocked on the door.

General pershing: come in.

*the three people entered the room*

General staff member: excuse me ma'am but we have a few polls here that we think would improve your image with the Jamstownian people.

*The man in front set down the papers*

General staff member: The first one shows that a majority of people feel they are more trusting of someone with a dog over someone with a cat.

General pershing: strange but okay...and the others.

General staff member: The Next one deals with former members of the armed services who feel that service animals should be better taken care of. Now, we feel like we can take out two birds with one stone here by having you adopt a service dog and dedicate funding towards a service animal shelter for future adoptions by members of the public and to raise awareness about services animals requiring adoption.

General pershing: excellent idea gentlemen and what about this last survey?

*The general staff members looked at each other nervously*

General pershing: well...spit it out boys I have a nation to run and I can't procrastinate all day.

General staff member: it...its about marriage ma'am, Speaker Hackett was married and it made the public feel like she was more relatable....her regime was far more stable because the people could see themselves reflected by her

*Pershing looked down at the survey on top of the pile*

General Pershing: *sigh* oh brother.

IC

Dozens of men stood on the pale ground that was the Moon. They weren't in normal Astronautical Suits, they seemed to wear some sort of Mech Suit worn tightly around them. Behind them, a giant Ship with a drill at the end. It stood on 4 legs, about 10 men working on the inside of the Ship. 2 men stood alone. The Small Scientist and Doctor Edward Maximoff. They looked on at the same tablet, weird readings showing on the screen.

"Maxis, it seems we've reached the Eastern End of the Moon. We got the go ahead with the Kafairians to share the Southeast side."

"Very well, very good." The Doctor nodded. He pulled out a device and spoke into it. "Initiate Project Aether. Bring in the last four RE-Spindrels."

Out of seemingly nowhere, four more smaller Ships landed. The bigger one started walking forward. It stopped. A voice came back through the device.

"Sir, this seems to be direct east."

"Drop it, then!" Maxis called back. The Small Scientist looked on.

The smaller Ships made a decently sized perimeter around the RE-Spindrel, and dug into it. Walls started forming in between each Spindrel.

CRACK!

The Bigger RE-Spindrel smashed into the ground, throwing everyone off balance. the drill silently humming as it spun.

The Small Scientist spoke into another device. "Nikolai, Demelo. Project Aether is ago."

Tribe of peace wrote:

-snip

In the Imperial Avalon War Room deep under the Imperial Palace

H.I.M. Galactic Autocrat Caros Ixilia: They are already going after Turkey! How is it that those wretched communist are already planning to move on Turkey. Truly their slavish and foul ideology motivates them like the devils they are. I will not tolerate another domino to fall. The other federation members are too busy to handle this threat, so it looks like it falls to Ixilia to prevent this demonic ideology from spreading further. We can't risk the intelligence to be incorrect. Offer Turkey total support in the war against the communists. I want the main battle fleet deployed to the Mediterranean, I want every mercenary contract in the region bought up, and I want as many planes as we can spare sent that way. Blow the straits, I don't want those communists rats crossing the Bosphorus before our troops arrive. Ixilia must not lose this war. Numida, you have your orders, see to it that the forces know what to do.

Grand Marshall Lucius Numida: I will see to it that your plans are followed in full my liege. Numida runs out of the room and can be heard shouting commands at the communications officers in the room adjacent.

H.I.M. Galactic Autocrat Caros Ixilia: Russo, contact the Blades of the Autocrat in that region, and tell them they have a blank check on the leadership of the Tribe of peace. If the headlines are not reporting on the fantastically short lifespan of those communist generals, the blades are not killing enough. I want pure disorder in their general staff. Our army is not nearly as well-funded as theirs, but the Imperial Security Services lack not for tools or funds and we shall make sure their leaders know fear. There is not a finer intelligence agency in the world and we shall prove this.

Grand Duke Russo Ixilia: I shall see to it that your will is execute my liege. The Security and Intelligence Ministry shall not fail you nephew.

H.I.M. Galactic Autocrat Caros Ixilia: Radomir, I want your office to prepare a formal condemnation of the actions of the leaders of Tribe of peace, and to affirm our defensive alliances in the event those communist devils even think about trying to take the fight to the home isle.

Grand Duke Radomir Ixilia: I shall have my pencil pushers prepare that document immediately.

The Autocrat's uncles leave the room to fulfill their duties, whilst the Autocrat himself settles into his seat and opens a bottle of fine wine from before the civil war

H.I.M. Galactic Autocrat Caros Ixilia: The game is afoot, now time to see who will slip up first...

Clarin Femindton held a hand in front of her, her fingers shaking in fear as the man held a gun towards her. She doubt she could take the man down in a close-quarters situation. Her body was weak, frail, she wouldn't survive.

"P-please..." she pleaded with the man. The man merely laughed before holstering the pistol. The man offered a hand which she cautiously accepted. Pulling her up.

"Name's Tavkinsich," The man said, "And I presume you're Clar'n Femindton, ex-Obercolonialjenderalzhenfufurher for Hyper Equestria?"

"Y-yes," She responded, "What do you want from me? You're not going to do what they did to me... right?"

Tavkinsich knew that the experiences she went through by the ColAuths would traumatize her for years to come. He's seen it happen with his brother. Poor poor soul victim of MineLegoEquestrian Colonialism.

"No, no," He waved a hand dismissively, "I hope you did hear how the Griffons describe you right? As Commodities, slaves if you want to be blunt,"

"S-slaves? It's still occurring? I thought it was banned?" She exclaimed.

"Hyper Equestrians..." Tavkinsich muttered, "It's technically not Slavery, more known as Hard Labor. I technically own you dear, you have no rights in the eye of this Commonwealth,"

"By F-faust..."

"I hope you can adapt quickly, you're lucky the Godmother wants you in,"

"The Godmother?"

Also to be continued...

Meanwhile in the Imperian Palatse, the Living Room

Miska is sitting in his chair again, reading a book and enjoy a the same drink he did when he was praising Ilmatar.

Then Blanc comes from the main entrance.

She approaches Miska to ask. "I heard what Neptune told about your opinion on these "Communists", and about how they invaded Karelignia ages ago. Could you tell me about it?"

Miska makes sure. "You want to know about the Red Rysian War of 1937?"

She agrees. "Yes."

Miska sighs, looks to the ground. "Please, sit."

Blanc sits down on the sofa next to Miska.

Miska coughs up. "Very well, I shall tell the story of my Nation. It was 1937, the Kingdom of Karelignia was still under the Christian rule, nevermind, we did well. An ancient country, meeting the new ways of Industrialisation. A stable country, given rights to the so called "Proletariats" or more commonly just workers, we were a peaceful country. We had all we needed, only way for us to go from there was up. Earlier though, say was it somewhere around in the 1920s, the Empire of Rysia, a powerful state east to us, which we had good relations to through royal Marriages and other pacts, was not so lucky. Their economy went into a great depression, bankrupcy almost. This caused unemployment and starvation, and thus the people rose up against the Emperor, and the Rysian Civil War, which the Reds call as "The Great Rysian Revolution". We were not able to help, but some of our soldiers and nationalists alike made expeditions over the border without the King's Consent. That King was my Grandfather, King Juhana II of Karelignia, a great man. A Monarch of the People, such a leader I am too reaching to become."

Miska sighs and continues. "Excuse me, let's continue now. "These men went over the borders to annex bits of land in the Rysia that were of Finnic populated. They did show some success, and we were able to annex quite bit of land for ourselves, saving those lives from the coming. The coming being a war. Since the Communists won the Civil War, leading into abolition of the Empire and bloody murder of most of the Nobility, especially the royal dynasty. Some lucky ones were able to go Exile to foreign states, like that one Duke. There are some of his relatives now living here, too. Anyways, after winning, it took some time for them to recover. After that, the Red Rysians, Communists, thought they would be able to get those pieces of land back, and sent us an ultimatum. My Grandpa then without any questions declined this demand, and thus the Reds crossed the border. Now here begins the war. We held our ground, this is our rightful land, and no Rysie nor Commie would take us. They can try to invade us, bud they won't succeed! We had a couple of things in our sleeves: Terrain, Professional Army, Supplies, and Mother Winter. Our terrain is native to us, and we could easily put up traps and shooting posts, to which their swarms would then fall into. Our Conscript have always been polished into perfect fighters, always ready to defend their heritage. Sometimes the Rysian Armies barely knew how to shoot a gun, while some of our men were professional snipers, being either mercenaries of simple hunters. Our men got well supplied from their homes, so they were in good shape when the battles broke out.

Miska then stops, takes a sip of his drink, and continues. "And atlast, it was also Winter, and the rather poorly equipped Rysians, even if in strong numbers, were not ready for such. Many of those poor souls froze to during the nights. We were able to rest in small huts, trenches or even abandoned shacks. There are many stories of the Rysian recruits deserting, dropping their guns and starting a new life by our side. At the end, we were victorious, being able to keep the Invaders out for 5 months, before they came for negotiating the Treaty of Käksholma. You see, the citizens were starting to get enough of the war that did not go so well, after all. Not to forget their economical and military losses. That lesson kept them out from trying to mess with us for as long as they collapsed in 1986, So much for the Socialist Paradise! Those brave men's sacrifice is forever known, may they now rest in peace. They left us a country that was not ruined by the Commie Rats, but a country that is prospering under free trade and Monarchy!"

Miska then sighs again. "That is the Story of Karelo-Rosan war from mind. I hope the cleared up your questions, and hey, you can always go to Imperial Library to read about it."

Blanc stands up from the sofa and smiles to Miska. "Thank you, the history of your Nation can be rather grim, but yet you were able to prosper in the Sunlight. But umm, could you show me the way to the Library? I wasn't able to find it on my own, even after our "Expeditions" to the depths of the Palace."

Miska smiles back. "Oh but I would be more than glad to help you, come!"

He stands up and shows Blanc to follow him. "This way."

TO BE CONTINUED! Praise Perkele!

Callisto.

The moon was now covered in veins of steel and plasma. The colonization was surprisingly quick, and now the first of the three moons was fully inhabitable. Large machines used their superheated drills to transport large amounts of ore to the shipment site, where it was then taken to the almost complete colony of Ganymede to be processed, and finally shipped of to Io to be brought back.

All was good within these colonies... Except it wasn't.

The large companies that held shares of the Crown were quick to take advantage of the new colonies. The Empire's largest corporations quickly monopolized the common goods on the colonies, from the common pistol to the mining machines used to gather the ore.

But that had nothing to do with the Crown, or the Imperial Cabinet. They didn't live on the colonies, so they had nothing to worry about.

Except, in one little corner of Callisto, a few men gathered together. They talked in a dark room, and on one of the walls...

The table lamp illuminated a red flag, a hammer and sickle in the center.