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☆ MINYAŁĆA ČVERÏ ☆
Presented By Alyosha Solkava

Today, Novikov will be sending a diplomatic envoy ((with a bottle of Čxteïze)) to its’ newest comrade nation, Santa borbones to discuss the trade of arms and agricultural goods, in exchange for exotic commodities unfound on the mainland. The United Democratic Workers’ Bloc expect the socialist tropical island to be a beneficial and advantageous ally.

Work Hard For The Benefit Of Our Glorious Nation, Comrades!
Work Twice As Hard Tomorrow Than You Did Today!
♪ national anthem instrumental ♪
Hail the confederation

All the world under one roof.

Hail the Confederation!

Karavarakan
Kalva-Upper Region
27/03/2021
Monarch-Socialistic Pact Building
A new pact has been formed by the nation of Del gurinaria by the name of Monarch-Socialistic Pact of Karavarakan, short for MSPK. Please go to this link

to know more about it.
Meanwhile, we have won against the rebels in the Kitagawa region down south.
River shifting has caused us to have a brand new island, the new largest one, by the way, called "Tarkohiva".

HAIL DEL GURINARIA
HAIL THE CONFEDERATION

Mayakava wrote:

Eilesky
Koilnestkoi District
07h14
27/03/2021
Party's building

In the building of the party, on this Saturday, it was not a normal,
it was a take your kids to work day, and on this day like everyone else,
Nikolai was with his eldest Son, evgeny working with him at his side,
while giving him some of his time, by talking and distracting him,
in his Office

My baby Duck, are you happy to be here with me
Yes Dad, I'm so happy to be with you, I missed you a lot
I'm sorry to not spend much time with you, but I have a lot of work, my baby duck
I understand Dad, but I'm with you today all day long, so I want to learn a lot of new things
you don't want to go home, you are going to be bored, sitting all day in my office with me
No dad, not at all, I'm going to spend time with you, and I'm going to learn a lot of new things
I'm going to try my best, to make this day, the most entertaining and interesting for you, Son

After a long hug, shared by father and son, Nikolai and his son were talking, and he tried to be
entertaining, while teaching his son the basis and important lessons, for his future job, and title
as brother of the nation, with kindness only reserved to his children

Dad, what is the project district ?
Well My baby duck, it's a project to make everyone life safer and easier
It looks like a big project dad, I understand why are working on it a lot, it's like a big homework
Yes it's my big homework, even as an adult I have big homework, and one day it's going to be your turn
I know dad don't worry, I'm ready for this, I'm going to be ready to give and do my big homework
You already have the confidence and drive for it, that's good Son
I want to be like you dad, I want to be clever, popular and good-looking as you
That's flattering my baby duck, but be yourself, not a copy of me
Dad you are the best person in the world, so I want to be like you

After another Short hug, Nikolai looked at the time and said
to his son, while walking out of the office towards the kitchen,
holding his son hand

We have worked a lot, so why don't we go get a snack, with hot chocolates, my baby duck ?
Dad, I was so hungry, I want to eat a chocolate cake
Why don't we bake a chocolate cake, for everyone, Good idea son
Mom chocolate cake is delicious, I hope this one is going to be delicious too Dad
Let's try our best My baby duck

Said Nikolai with a sweet smile, ruffling his sons hair, the young boy, was holding
his father hand, smiling at him too, walking with towards the kitchen of the building
Happy to spend time with his father

Hail the confederation

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Yeetusan Document #23032115, Declassified under the McRain Transparency Protocol. Sensitive information has been redacted.
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To: [redacted], Director of [redacted]
From: [redacted], Director of [redacted]
CC: [redacted], Chairman of [redacted]

Director,

The intel you wanted has arrived at my office. Please meet me at [redacted] to pick it up. My department will provide security.

Chairman [redacted] has instructed me to find a suitable replacement for the late President McRain. Please have a list of potential candidates ready by 31/03, preferably officers.

[redacted] has informed me that the CDF plans to [redacted]. Follow the death of McRain, we have withdrawn entirely from regional affairs. Please [redacted].

Hail the Confederation!

[redacted]
Director of [redacted]

The Organs of Governance of the republic of Tarizq

by Tarizq

republic of Tarizq

• Population- 16 Million

• Currency- Tarizqan Taal

• National Animal- The Boshqeti Horse

• Head of Sate- President Surashay Bolshikin

• capital- Boshqet

• Religion- Sunriezin

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Organs of Governance

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The republic of Tarizq is a Moderately-sized Sovereign state and is Run as a one-party state. The Forms of Governance that the State abides by can be best described as a "Dictatorship Run by a Democracy".

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The Surashaite

The Surashaite is an Organ of the Tarizqan Government, it is the Main Functioning Body of the Government.
Formed on October 1st 1928 by then-President Bolshikan, it was created for the purpose of addressing calls for Democracy which had erupted earlier that year. Although the public was assured that democracy will be brought in to effect, the central government soon found that the need for stable governance served as a suitable justification or excuse, it did however come to realise that in order to avoid enraging the general public further, it was necessary to cause some change. Thus the Surashaite, a 192 Member Elected Body Meant to help navigate the Government, was inaugurated. Although Free to operate in its own Capacity, the Surashaite was and is meant to serve as a puppet to the central government, used as an Instrument by the government to Display the application of a Democracy that does not exist. Members reserve the right to Debate, discuss, Propose Motions and Vote upon them. Each Motion that receives a Majority must be ratified by the senate in order to Come into Effect. The ChairPerson of the Surashaite is elected by the party which has secured a majority in the Surashaite. Amendments can be applied to (in-effect) Motions in the case where its application receives 75% of the Surashaite's vote, more so it requires the senate's approval in order to come into effect. The Head of State may Veto a Motion even before it enters into voting, he/she may dissolve Parliament Completely or suspend its Operations. A New Parliament is voted upon, every six Years, candidates may run for Elections and the Public May Vote.

The President

The President of the republic is the Supreme authority in the State, he/she is the Representative of the Government, Head of State and the Overseer of the Surashaite. The President is appointed by the ruling Party (the party which has secured a majority in the Surashaite). Defaming the President is Forbidden By Law. The President may Bring into effect a state of emergency at the consent of the Surashaite, they may bring into effect/suspend any motion during this period however the changes may only last until the state of emergency remains in effect. The surashaite may host a session after the conclusion of the state of emergency in order to decide upon the future of these changes. The President May Dismiss/Appoint a Member of the Government. On the occasion of a President's resignation or Death, a three day mourning period is observed, during which the Prime Minister ascends to assume the post of Acting-President until elections are held within a period of six months.

The Prime Minister

The Prime Minister serves a Ceremonial Role, often representing the State on Foreign Missions. The Prime Ministerial Post is Non-Electoral,
the Prime Minister is appointed by the President of the republic.

The Council of Ministers

The Council of Ministers is a body that is comprised of members of the Administration. Their Posts are Non-Electoral, all Ministers are Appointed/Dismissed by the President and serve in their respective Posts indefinitely until or if they Resign or are Dismissed. The CM is a Core organ of the government which is essential to its Proper Functioning.

The Judiciary

The Judiciary is composed of a hierarchical structure, at the Lowest Level is the criminal court which oversees legal proceeding of criminal cases, these are followed up by the High Court, each city has its own High Court. The High Court oversees the legal proceedings of cases that surpass the threshold of being minor. This institution is followed up by the Supreme Court of Tarizq, the highest authority in the state, aside from the President. The court only intervenes in cases that are of public interest. The Supreme Court is Headed by the Chief-Justice who is Appointed by a session of the Surashaite. A Verdict delivered by the Chief-Justice shall prevail over all concerned entities/persons.

Read factbook

nation=tarizq/detail=factbook/id=1524819
Hail the Confederation!

Complete and utter freedom wrote:

Near Blue Harbor

Seargent Nileson sat inside a B.A.V., scanning the landscape around the tank with a periscope. For the past half hour, they had not encountered any troops from West heisen, which was a welcome reprieve. The First Amphibious Tank Division lost about half of its force, and only twelve tanks were in perfect working order. Suddenly, a shape began to move on the horizon. Nileson clicked on the radio.

"Looks like more trad troops up ahead."

"Can you confirm that?"

"Not quite, but if they were ours, we'd've heard from them, right?"

"Alright. All units, prepare to engage the enemy. Remember to protect the Q.O.T.T.s carrying wounded."

As the tanks begin to spread out to ensure maximum coverage, another voice flickers onto the radio.

"...is freedom itself."

"Did you hear that?"

"Sure did! That's no trad! Unit, can you identify?"

"...Regiment of...Third Ground Division."

"We did it! Man, I can't tell you how good it is to hear something other than trad guns!"

And so the remnants of the First Amphibious Tank Division finally made contact with elements of the Third Ground Division. The circle was broken, and the units trapped in Blue Harbor were free.

OOC: Sorry I can't go into more detail, but life happened.

All the world under one roof.

Hail the Confederation!

Captain Bruchmüller watched the loyalist forces through his binoculars, as he had been doing for days. His cruel grin had not slipped once; the soldiers suspected he had gone insane. But he had good reason to smile today.

"The fools, they walked right into it!" he shouted with glee, turning to the rest of his field command. The others met him with blank stares and tired eyes. Weakness.
Impatient, the Captain began screaming orders into a radio with an almost maniacal fervour. Within a minute, the bombardment that had in recent days slowed almost to a halt redoubled its fierce attack. One of the officers in the room snapped out of his sleep-deprived stupor and stared at Bruchmüller in horror.

"But Captain," he sputtered, "our shell stockpile is running dangerously low, if we continue this rate of-"
"FOOL!" He was cut off. Bruchmüller lowered his voice to a calmer but not at all less threatening tone and continued, "The air force has been mauled by the wretched ponies. Class traitors attack our supply lines, funded for sure by the so-called peace keepers. Here we have an opportunity, and you want to squander it?"

"But why did we let them join up to start attacking again?"

Bruchmüller simply turned and pointed towards the horizon; a cloud of dust in the distance, growing larger by the second. The officer stared in awe as a wave of tanks came into focus, easily distinguished as Union models. The 2nd Armour Division in all its glory, dozens, no, hundreds of war machines bearing the red banner.

"We intercepted and decoded messages between CDF forces over a week ago informing us of this futile attempt to break our lines. Once the armoured forces are tearing through their lines, the intense barrage will be called off and the 5th and 6th Comrades' Infantry Divisions will join the attack and push what is left of the cursed loyalists out of Blue Harbour. The Union waited patiently, and now it will strike back with a vengeance." At this last point, Bruchmüller turned his shattered eyes back to the binoculars, smile once again stretched across his face.

Long Live the Revolution!
Hail the Confederation!

A man sits in a tree, staring down a pair of binoculars. Only a couple of miles away sits the makeshift base the paratroopers who had linked up had made. He knows it's now or never, since the tanks would tear through the lines in Blue Harbor. He sighs, quickly crawling down the tree before making his way back to base, snaking through the trees. He tells an officer of his findings, before he is directed to the commander of the operation, General Douglas C. Lafrenz. He stands at attention as the general turns.

"What did you see, private?" He says, going through a set of papers.

"I saw a tank column. Tons of them rolling down the path, it was almost hypnotic how many there were." The private says, nervous

"I see. This is our chance to make a decisive blow, if we can hit the artillery before the tanks arrive, we might have a chance at catching them off-guard. I don't think they'd 100% expect to be attacked from behind, but we can't keep it out of the equation. Do you know just how many you saw, private?"

"I-I'm not sure, but they were lined up together in pairs of threes, and the path seemed near-unending."

I see. Well then, this is a predicament. Thank you for this, private. Dismissed."

The man hurries out, as the lieutenant general steps in.

"Arthur, get the men ready, make sure that when we advance, there's no clumps. Make them space out, when we attack they'll be confused, so we need to hit them hard and fast. If we slip up here, we'll be in some deep sh*t. Get all the men here in order, we move out in an hour."

The lieutenant general nods, salutes, and then hurries out. Already Douglas can here the thumping of feet running around outside and men scrambling to get their gear ready. If this attack fails, there is no telling what may happen. He sighs, scratching his stubble. He knew he could not be nervous, and so he exhaled, and stood up, preparing for what was to come.

One Hour Later

The sergeant peeks through the trees with his binoculars. Just under a half mile away sits the enemy artillery that had bombarding them. He looks at the men sitting there, the men who had been massacring the Caper troops. They sicken him to his core. He glances down the road, and sees the tanks. He swallows. He knew the paratroopers had some anti-tank weaponry, however it likely wouldn't be enough to deal with.. this. He sighed, unknowing of his fate. He crawls down the tree to his squadron, who he signals to move up. He does the same for another squadron in the nearby bushes, and then the squadron there signals for the next, and the next, and the next. Men make their way through the forest, inching closer to the enemy encampment. A quarter mile from there, men begin preparing themselves. Just over 700 feet away, men sit in bushes, preparing from the order.

Gunfire rings out from the treeline.

Glory to the Emperor!

Hail the Confederation!

2301 Hours
Somewhere outside Britson,
Heisenian Occupied Jocospor

Comrade Private First Class Andrei Legaov was tired, and he felt that he had the right to be in the situation that they were in. It might not have been the most physically exhausting job, but driving across the harsh Jocospite desert in the absolutely sweltering heat, sun beating down upon the tin can in which he and his squad sat had left him thoroughly exhausted. Humidity inside the vehicle was insane, and only the drivers of the IFV had any sort of air conditioning, and that was because they were expected to drive in shifts across the desert. He hadn't signed up for this when he had eagerly joined the army at the start of the war. He had spent far too long doing nothing, only to be suddenly ambushed by partisans every few days.

They had fought off two raids already, and the convoy he was in was down about 1/5th of the original equipment that it had, but they had only lost one truck of supplies, and even then most of them were just stuffed into the other trucks or in free spaces left by those who didn't make it. His mind went to Sergei, his brother, who was currently in some cushy job in By-The-Rocks, where the greatest threat he had was staring at those beautiful Loreauan women whilst they stared back. Personally, he didn't give much merit to the legends that all of them were cruel and cold valkyries from the north, most of them were probably just playing hard to get.

Lucky git.

Andrei checked his weapon for what felt like the 8th time this hour, sighing when it all checked out once more. He knew that these rifles were more or less impossible to destroy, short of shooting one or blowing it up. Shifting how he could, he shoved open one of the hatches to find the cool nights breeze blowing on his face. At least there was now some ventilation.

Moving as much as he could, he managed to get his head and upper torso out of the hatch, staring around to see if there was any sort of identifiable features, only to be met with the sight of a pair of towering walls of rock looming overhead in the moons pale gaze. His was vehicle number four, and a cursory inspection around found nothing interesting, but the breeze was enough to quell his desire for something interesting.

Unfortunately for him, that was when the convoy came to an abrupt stop with a catastrophic explosion.

The lead vehicle, a tank, exploded violently, careening out of control and diving off the road, into a sand bank. It may not have been completely destroyed by the AT mine that it ran over, but the left track was torn and the vehicle didn't have the horsepower to haul itself out of the ditch it was in now. The next vehicle in line, a truck, roared onwards, the driving flooring it, only for the back of the truck to be punctured by a shoulder launched weapon, the resulting explosion blasting supplies everywhere, along with the front half of the truck, a flaming inferno.

The third vehicle was an IFV, just like his own, and it chose to try and go over the burning remains of the truck, only succeeding in ramping up, then faltering on the rise as it too exploded from a shoulder launched weapon. Andrei hesitated for a second, his mind briefly going to those inside the vehicle before he scrambled up and out of his own IFV as it came to a screeching halt, illuminated by the burning wreckage that ruined his night vision.

He was vaguely aware of the heavy thumping of auto cannons, the tat-tat-tat of machine guns and the occasional heavy roar of a main gun as gunners wildly fired at the cliffs surrounding the convoy, aiming to eliminate resistance through sheer weight of shot. Somewhere far behind him, another vehicle exploded as Andrei scrambled off the road, Heisenian infantry beginning to dismount, some being shredded as bullets rained down upon them from the vast cliffs.

Scrambling for the ditch beside the road, he fell into it, finding himself joined by a few of his squad mates as they struggled to make out where the enemy were coming from. The blazing inferno of the wrecks made their night vision almost useless, and would only blind them, and only one of them had his thermals mounted. Still they fought, spraying down the cliffs, aiming at sounds, the occasional muzzle flash and the various launch points for the near constant rockets.

But inevitably they fell, leaving Andrei alone as the Heisenian resistance slowly faded away, dead, surrendering or captured. In the end, even he was captured, forced to throw away his weapon and lead to the rest of the captives by the partisans. There, he, and the rest of the Heisenians, were shot dead, and left on the road side.

Except for two. The convoy's very talkative commander and his guest, a stiff lipped intelligence officer who Resistance Captain Jakob Mainz figured had more experience torturing things out of other people than he did in taking it.

In the end he was proved right, and he was most glad he was.

The Loyalists needed to know this.

>URGENT Information<

To: General Staff Loyalist Command
From: Imperial Resistance Command

URGENT MESSAGE stop Consider all communications intercepted stop Abandon previous plans immediately stop Utilise only closed diplomatic channels stop Reason to believe spy in Loyalist camp stop Have raided a convoy and intercepted a Heisenian intelligence officer stop Extracted information about insider not identity stop Continuing to interrogate officer stop Standby for more information stop Requesting more supplies at point Foxtrot stop

Hail to the Confederation

Regarding the current General Assembly Resolution at vote: Blood Donation Safety And Equality Act.

The Commission to the World Assembly advises to ABSTAIN from voting for this proposal.

The resolution at vote is idealistic. Real world evidence as to whether blood donations from certain groups increases potential recipients' risk of infection is somewhat inconclusive. While outright bans are not supported by science, nations should not entirely be denied the right to maintain some restrictions, such as deferral periods, on blood donations.

Hail the Confederation!

Lady of Loathing

ShrewLlamaLand wrote:

Regarding the current General Assembly Resolution at vote: Blood Donation Safety And Equality Act.

The Commission to the World Assembly advises to ABSTAIN from voting for this proposal.

The resolution at vote is idealistic. Real world evidence as to whether blood donations from certain groups increases potential recipients' risk of infection is somewhat inconclusive. While outright bans are not supported by science, nations should not entirely be denied the right to maintain some restrictions, such as deferral periods, on blood donations.

Hail the Confederation!

Lady of Loathing

Yes, This is right
Hail the confederation