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The Largest Insurance Industry in United Alliance
The World Census posed as door-to-door salespeople in order to establish which nations have the most extensive Insurance industries.
As a region, United Alliance is ranked 9,622nd in the world for Largest Insurance Industry.
|1.||The Republic of Yi dariya da karfi||Capitalizt Freedom-Loving Libertarians||“čeština”|
|2.||The Democratic Republic of Betaman||Corporate Bordello Patriotic Business Zone||“Strength Through Freedom”|
|3.||The Empire of The roblox union||Free-Market Paradise Paradise||“Powering depression”|
|4.||The Republic of The Columbian States||New York Times Democracy New York Crimes So-Called Democracy||“Sic Semper Tyrannis”|
|5.||The Confederacy of Liberian Systems||New York Times Democracy New York Crimes So-Called Democracy||“To live and let live”|
|6.||The Kingdom of Fredinca||Corporate Bordello Patriotic Business Zone||“Monarchism Good !”|
|7.||The Kingdom of Greater Niagara||Iron Fist Consumerists Champions of Commerce||“God and My Right Shall Me Defend.”|
|8.||The Republic of Ottomon Empire||Capitalist Paradise Decent Hardworking Self-Starters||“Discipline, Unity, Faith”|
|9.||The Dictatorship of Kriegerin||Corporate Police State Entrepreneurial Freedom Zone||“Blitzkrieg!”|
|10.||The Confederacy of The Great Plains Nation||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Communists||“Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis”|
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We don't need no Education Question 2 Response
The old man sat down outside a coffee house papers in one and hand coffee in the other. He took a sip of his drink and appreciated the strength of it. It was around 9 o’clock in the morning and the streets became quiet as most young folk had headed back to school and work, leaving him to enjoy the somewhat stillness of Sankta Denizo. He then proceeded to open the paper, he read through the national news which much to his unsurprise it was fairly dull. There was some fluff about affairs Klerepon, but he couldn't care less. He avoided the world news in fear of another Great War, conflict or some other death bringing event to the world, he had done this the Great War, the constant stream of trench warfare, massive naval battles and tales of chemical weapons brought him to shudder. It was far easier and better for him to only care for local affairs in the news. He flicked through some pages of the local news, a pod of dolphins had appeared on the shore not too long ago, the birth of twins in a hospital, the coffee house he was sitting at celebrating 50 years of business. It brought him back to when he was a late teens, coming here with friends and Sinjorinoj. As if by chance the next story was one about local children still working in jobs.
‘Across Oceascopia children still work, they work in plantations, on the seas and in the streets. They must be encouraged to stay in school longer!’
The old man scoffed before taking another sip of his coffee. The paper made it seem children were being carted off and forced to work, making it seem like school in Oceascopia is the best thing since rum and cigars. He read more and became more humoured by the writing, ‘Parents who make children work should be questioned by authorities’. He laughed again finding the writings humorous. He looked around seeing people under the age of 18, two were walking past with a bucket, flannel and sponge. “You two lads, come here quickly.”. The two boys came to him slightly concerned “Yes, sir?”, he could hear the boy’s anxiety in his voice “What are you two doing with all that. Why aren't you in school?”. The boys gave him an unkind look, and in a straight and serious tone the one that had yet to speak responded “School’s boring.” the old man appreciated the young lads simplicity, he clearly wasn't embarrassed and worried about being out of school, the old man nodded. The same boy responded “We’re washing windows, 12 Fajreroj if you want to buy our service.” ‘Ah window washing’ the old man thought to himself, thanks to all the sea birds, parrots and whatever else there was always a demand for window cleaners. He looked at the bucket they had brought, it was half empty. They probably would only be able to clean the bottom windows of a house. “Say lads, I only need my bottom windows cleaned so it's a half a job, so it's half pay. 6 Fajreroj.” he felt a need to strike a deal, something he stepped back from almost 10 years ago after his son took over the family business. The boy snapped back “It's 12 Fajreroj, we only do ground level windows as we don't have a ladder.” The old man pulled a puzzled face, then chuckled to himself. He waved the boys off who quickly departed once they realised he wasn't willing to pay the full price, as they left he softly chuckled. Their lack of business sense but also lack of commonsense was clear, perhaps spending more time school would be for the best…No
No, there is no guarantee that those two boys would pay attention, if they thought it was boring then it was boring for them. It is probably for the best they were out here learning a trade and work rather than spending time stuck in a room. The old man thought again to his youth when he would clean the streets of his town of Urbeto some time away from Sankta Denizo, he would spend hours a day toil away in the sun cleaning the streets with his older brother for very little pay, the two of them took up the job so the family could have just a little more income. While Oceascopia had definitely become a richer place from when he was a child, there were still pockets of poverty scattered around the nation, Sankta Denizo, Oskarourbo, Altapalmo, Verdabero and of course Orasablo. Families relied on children taking jobs for the extra income and a few adults see school as nothing more than a distraction to a child's service to their family. Fortunately his grandchildren did not need to support their families due to the business bringing in money, and from what Kanjo and Georgo have told him about school, they seem to enjoy it though that did not stop Kanjo making some of her own money by repairing clothes for other people.
Moving past the article, laughing at the language used by the writer. The old man couldn't care less about who wrote it. He proceeded to read through the rest of the newspaper and finish his coffee before debating what else he could do for today.
Communist Commission Hall
Jorge Emilio, former chairman of the Baja Formosan Communist Party, and now the President of the People’s Federation of Baja Formosa announced to rest of the commission “Gentlemen, the time is upon us! The Nationalist Baja Formosan Government will soon send military into our capital of Zaratos! We must begin the recruitment of a military!”
The people of Zaratos and surrounding towns are predominantly Socialist and in many areas there was rejoice for the Declaration of Independence. In places such as Central Zaratos, though there was strong Loyalty to Yanes’s Party.
“Sir, I believe we can recruit an army of 6,000 young men. There ages range from 17-30. Although, only around 4,300 would be able to receive a gun.” Said the newly appointed Defense Minister of the Federation.
“How many of these men have real military experience?” Asked Emilio
“Only 970, sir.” Responded the minister
“Then so be it, make those men NCOs and Officers. Have them train the conscripts into a fighting force to be reckoned with.” Responded Emilio.
“Good idea sir!” Said the former Vice-chairman of the Communist Party and now, Vice President of the Socialist Federation who was mostly just a cheer-leader to the President and always agreed with whatever he said.
“President of the Federation, I request to speak.” Said the rather portly Minister of Foreign Affairs.
“I believe we could form alliances with other socialist and communist nations. We could receive aid from them and potentially win the war.”
“For now, we will see. This meeting is over and go about your days.” Said Emilio, and added “Also, make sure your starting the recruitment process, as you are minister of defense.”
The commission of the Federation walked out of the Room, and little did they know, was that there was a spy for Yanes among them. And he was Gilbert Furtivo, an agent for the Secret Police of Baja Formosa.
Hours later at the Presidential Office
“WHAT!?” shouted Yanes after reading the newspaper. “HOW CAN THIS BE? THE INDUSTRIAL CENTER OF OUR NATION HAS DECLARED INDEPENDENCE?”
“Sir, calm down. This can be easily resolved.” Said his secretary quietly.
“Where is Gilbert Furtivo, the man I sent to watch over the communist party meetings...” asked Yanes, more wearily.
“On his way, I believe.”
Just then Furtivo burst through the door and his hat fell to the ground “Estoy aquí!” “Señor! The communists have declared independence for the Eastern Provinces, which I’m sure you’ve heard, but they are also recruiting an army, an army of 6,000! They are also going to attempt to form alliance with foreign nations!”
“Furtivo, thank you for this information. Go to the station and rest. You will go back to Zaratos in the morning to watch over the Communists.”
“Very well, mi presidente!” Furtivo walked through the room and a few seconds later he opened the door again and picked up his hat. “Whoops”
Yanes began to write a letter to the General of the Republic, Alphonso Fermin which read -
General de la Republica, Alphonso Fermin
Fermin, I wish for you train our reserve corps and make sure that our army is ready for battle. The communists have done traitorous actions, including declaring independence as a new “Socialist Federation” and forming there own army of 6,000. Once you make sure our army of 12,000 is ready, I need you to capture the City of Tropico, a strategic point for an invasion of Zaratos. Whoever gets in the way of our victory, have then executed. This letter may be simple, but it is my commands, so do them so. Sincerely, Remigio Yanes, President of the Baja Formosan State Yanes handed the letter to his secretary and said “Send this to Alphonso Fermin.”
The secretary took it and walked out of the room.
Two days passed before they finally reached the house; a small yet hospitable building out in the middle of nowhere on some country road. The inside of it was filled with memorabilia, with paintings, pottery, even a few old photos. While they were poor in quality, Iem could make out what was on them. One was Tekuf in his military uniform, and looks to have been taken a couple years ago. Another was taken at where they had trained for basic; basic was hell but seeing the front gates again reminded Iem of where his career started. There was a final one that was visibly older than the others, and on it showed Tekuf when he was a kid, with dirt covering parts of his face and standing in a town center with who he presumed to be his mother with him. Iem looked back to Mrs. Jiprefq, "How old's this one?"
"That was taken about... 25 years ago? I don't remember when, but I know the story behind it."
"The story behind it? Now I'm curious, please, tell me about it."
I've known Tekuf since he was a boy. His father worked in the factories at Alma Alta, and his mother kept the house in shape. Tekuf also worked in the factories, as did many boys then, with education provided only for the wealthy; really not much different than what it is today. Our families met through our fathers, who became good friends and from there we met each other. We never saw each other often; he worked in the factories 6 days a week while I was taught by my mother on being a housewife and helped with chores around the house. The only chance we had on seeing each other was on Sundays, which our families had off. I knew them well, his mother was a phenomenal cook, but his father was often never around, drinking at the bar usually with his friends from work. When he was around, he often smelled of alcohol and was half the time extremely drunk. It wasn't until I and Tekuf knew each other more that I was told that his father often beat his mother at night, and that he came to be extremely close to her. He didn't understand then, but knew later on. As for the photo, well, one day there was a strike at the town, and he and his family went out there, and one of the local news places was taking photos of it, and one of them wanted a photo of Tekuf, but he also wanted a photo with his mother in it, so they took two photos, one with just him, and the other with his mother, the one that's framed there.
"Anyways, the first photo should be around here somewhere, his mother bought and saved a copy of that paper..."
They were interrupted by knocking on the door, something unusual given their remoteness from everything.
"Iem, I'm sorry but could you answer that, it's probably just the neighbor."
The neighbor? What neighbor, there's hardly any houses around here! Iem opened the door, and there were two men, both part of the AIM-F, the federal military police and intelligence agency, and both looked surprised at there being a responce.
"I'm afraid Mrs. Jiprefq is busy at the moment, what do you need?"
"Um, sir, I'm afraid that we're under orders to search these premises-"
"Under whose orders?"
"I'm afraid that's not important."
"Well guess what, the husband of this household has recently passed, and with the wife in mourning, I'm afraid that this really isn't a good time."
"The timing of this is non negotiable. We have a search warrant and we are here to execute it."
Iem sighed. "Give me a moment."
Iem closed the door. Mrs. Jiprefq emerged from the back with the newspaper in hand. "So who was it?"
"You need to leave."
"Military police, they have a search warrant on the house. If I were you, I'd head back to M'lodemma, and take all that you need with you. I'll meet up with you there later."
"...Okay. B-but wait, there's still something that he wanted to give you." She grabbed a pack of cigars from a nearby stand. "These were for you."
"Thanks, and you don't mind if I have one now?"
As Mrs. Jiprefq packed her things, everything became clear to Iem: why Tekuf was killed, why his funeral felt more publicized than others, and why these men were here to search this building. It was all so sinister and terrible... And He wasn't ready to just let it happen. As Mrs. Jiprefq took the cab away from the house, the men were allowed their search, but Iem had asked them to meet with him out back, where he was waiting while they searched. When they finished, they went out back. When they asked about what Iem wanted to say, he sat silent. Suddenly, he pulled a revolver from is coat and shot the two men, one of which died instantly and the other fell over in pain. Iem looked over at the man as he lay dying.
"So I take it that it was General Hezoltruk who ordered the search, and it was him who ordered to have Jiprefq assassinated? That's unfortunate. Now, let me tell you now: the Dektat's days are numbered, and so is this rotten administration's hold on this country. There will be a revolution, and it's a shame you won't live to see it. On se voit en enfer." He shot at the man again, finishing him off. He looked back to the truck they had, and loaded their bodies onto it. He drove far out into the countryside, and soon after reached a field far away from Jiprefq's house. He unloaded the bodies, took their military insignia and coats, and looked out into the open expanse beyond him.
"I'd say... 6 months from now... Everything will change... Everything..." He threw the cigar he lit onto the grass, which quickly caught flame. He got back into the truck, and drove off as the field burned behind him.
The Rozenkurtz Revolution
"Sir, given the current security concerns, I staunchly oppose that you go to Jerominyah right now."
"Well, General Hezoltruk, given the current political concerns, I must go to Jerminyah right now. We need a majority in the government, and without this meeting, a majority can never form. As the Emperor, I must attend to this country, and I can't have radicals destroy all of our hard work! Do I make myself clear?"
"Good, now I have a train to get to."
"The Golden River... One must cross it to get to Jerominyah via train... It would be unfortunate if, say, the bridge were rigged with explosives and the Emperor were doomed to drown inside of the river... The man who sent me here has wanted to get rid of him for months, but my spite has been brewing for years. He sent his men to slaughter my brothers, burn their houses down, rape their wives, and chalk it all off as an "incident..." I will never forgive him for what he did to my brothers at Vaye Ģēndə, and now only God can forgive him.
The train went onto the bridge. It was heavily armored and armed, and was said to be more secure than any fortress in the country... "Well let's test that shall we?"
The bridge lit up, followed by a loud bang. The bridge collapsed, and with it the train that the Emperor was in, and Mograr Chin, the survivor of the Vaye Ģēndə Massacre, watched as it sank to the bottom of the river turning into a giant coffin for those onboard.
"Send the word to him: The crows feast on the vulture.
Army Center Intelligence Building
"Sir, there's been no word from the telegrams for the past hour, what's going on?"
"I don't know, I sent military police to investigate but there's been no word from them. If I don't hear anything in the next hour, I swear that I'll personally go there to make sure that nothing's up!"
As he finished talking, the sound of an engine could be heard outside, but it was much louder than any engine he had heard. He looked outside, and saw tanks parked outside the building, and others heading toward the center of town towards the government buildings. He looked at the markings on the tank parked outside: Čzs.1 - 03. But that tank belonged to the 1st Armored Corp, and they're supposed to be in Gosta... It finally hit him. "My God... Barricade the doors! They will not pass!" Too late. The doors were kicked open, and a firefight erupted. The administration in the building were quickly overwhelmed by the members of the 3rd Cavalry Brigade, who while unmounted were experienced from the fights in Gosta and quickly overran the upper levels of the building. Now they had to deal with the lower levels...
Mu'yan News and Radio Center
The offices were filled with hostages. The 9th Infantry brigade controlled the building, and were given orders to send a radio broadcast across Central Aucerosa at exactly 6:00. The studio began airing.
"Citizens of Central Aucerosa. It is now that I regret to inform you that Emperor Jin I is dead. Now is the time to end the reign of the Miu Dynasty and restore to the people the virtues of peace, prosperity, and bring forth a new era of democracy. I call on you to rise up against this decedent regime, to secure a future for ourselves and our families, and to bring forth a new era for all Central Aucerosan peoples! The torch has been lit; it now burns brightly."
Soon after, people began flooding the streets, some with rifles in hand, and all calling for the end of the regime. It didn't take long for fighting to break out, and soon after the city erupted into gunfire between different factions, and a mob not long after began to head for the Royal Palace...
The building has been under siege for the last half hour. First it was the tanks, then the broadcast, then the mob. Security has already suffered casualties, and we have been unable to send for help. This was a rather unfortunate time; the leaders of the different states of the federation were meeting today,and the reason why the Emperor left was to send for the Sorellan Prime Minister, who was likely dead along with the Emperor. An explosion then shook the building, followed by gunfire. A tank had shot open the front gates, and now the rebellious parts of the army were swarming in, shooting those inside the building. No one was spared; the heads of government were swiftly and brutally murdered, from Elpizo of Ameer to Prince Jonas of Sorella and Duke of Exonia. The guards suffered the same fate, and by 8:00, the building was seized.
The mob had reached the front gates of the palace, and the guards were holding them back at gunpoint. Unlike the rest of the city, the fighting hadn't started yet, but the atmosphere remained extremely tense. All that was needed was a shot to set it all off... And eventually it came. No one knows who fired first, but the shooting afterwards was done by both sides. While the mob was never able to get into the palace, the 1st Armored Corp eventually arrived, shooting open the gates of the palace. Much of the royal family was still inside of the palace as they were unable to evacuate, and soon after they were found by the mob. While many called for them to be kept alive, when the dust settled, the royal family was dead, save for 2 members...
Army Center Intelligence Building
General Hezoltruk and General Stovotsk were sieged down on the lower levels of the building, their expertise having been able to hold off the 3rd Cavalry Brigade for now. However, they know they're running low on manpower and ammunition, and that radio won't be able to reach outside of the lower levels. Stovotsk looked over to Hezoltruk. "Now what?"
"It's simple, we hold out until the surface forces relieve us. I'm sure that they'll be coming over soon."
"Soon? At this rate more like now! They'll be here any moment now, and then we're all dead! So what are we going to do?!"
Hezoltruk didn't have a response. For the first time in years, he had lost, and now the country was doomed because of it. There was only one thing left to do... When the 3rd Cavalry Brigade finally reached the holdout, they found the bodies of Hezoltruk and Stovotsk, both of them having taken their own lives before they could be captured.
The radios turned back on. Speaking through it was the voice of Iem Ain, a former officer who went missing 6 months ago and was thought to have left the country.
"It is at this time at 11:20 on this day of November fourteenth, nineteen thirty six, that I declare the founding of the Provisional Government of Central Aucerosa, who will take over the affairs of the previous administration until a new government can be finalized. Today, we will secure ourselves a new destiny for our people, and together from the ashes of the former government will we make ourselves a better and more just government. Paz, Lebŕtə, ə Prozparətə!
No one knows who'll end up in power, however those in the know know that the Red and Blue armies signed a truce to depose the government, and that other movements such as the TAS and White Army are also vying to gain power...
It was an early Sunday morning and Benedicto Linares, who was a young boy of thirteen, got out of bed and out of his room. He was careful to be quiet as the walls of his house were very thin and his parents were just in the room next to him. He was very for the day because in a few hours his parents would take him to the town’s baseball field for his first baseball game of the season. Benedicto walked out of the house and looked out over his family’s property. He knew one day it would be his. Benedicto’s town was very small and the population was only 931 and relied on banana farming since it was in the lush mountainous inland of Baja Formosa. Benedicto sat down on his porch and rocked back in forth in his chair.
“Benedicto! Good morning!”
Benedicto turned around and looked at his home’s rickety door. It was his father who was speaking.
“Hola, padre! Did you sleep well?”
“I did, thank you Benedicto. Say, since your up would you like to run down to town with me to pick up some steak for the Ropa Vieja tonight? We are having it tonight in celebration of your first baseball game.”
“Sure, I’ll come.”
“Alright, let’s get into the truck.”
The truck was a green truck and was on the verge of breaking done, but the family was lucky to have a truck. Only nine other families in there town had a motor vehicle. His father turned the key several times and finally, the car started. They started down the dirt road and soon enough they were on the main road of the town. The church bell was ringing for the morning service. Benedicto was disappointed his family had to attend the night mass. He thought the morning mass was always better. Benedicto and his father were finally at the store.
“Hello, Mr. Linares.” Said the man at the register.
“I have the steak you were going to pick up.”
“Wonderful! Here is the money.”
Benedicto’s father handed the cashier 50 Pesos and left the store.
“Benedicto, get your baseball uniform on when we get home then come out and help me with the bananas.”
Benedicto ran inside to his room to change into his uniform. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled at himself in the white uniforms and cap. He walked out of the house again and started helping his dad pick the bananas for the market.
Four Hour Later
Benedicto and his father got into the truck and started driving to the town baseball field for the game. As they were driving along the town road a man in simple military attire stopped them and shouted something. Benedicto’s father got out of the car and asked what happened. About a minute later his father got back into the car and said “There stopping traffic. There’s some kind of battle going on in El Ciudad de Tropicó, a little bit north of here.”
A battle? Benedicto didn’t know Baja Formosa was at war.
“A battle?” Asked Benedicto
“Yes, communists have rebelled in the Central and Eastern Provinces. Not of our concern though. The real government’s military is marching through here right now. An army of 12,000 I think it said in the papers.”
Just as he said this military trucks starting rolling through the street bouncing on bumps scattered on the road. After seven trucks went by soldiers started marching by and the in the simple uniform saluted the man at the front of the line. Then the man motioned for my dad to get out of the car. I rolled the window down to try to hear what they were saying.
“Senor, this town was part of the Federation of Socialist Baja Formosa. We have come to liberate it.”
“I have heard no news of this town being part of the new country..”
“We are moving on the City of Tropicó, north of here. We need a young man to scout out positions. Do you have a son?”
“I do, but he can not serve the military. He is only thirteen.”
Benedicto stepped out of the car and said, “I would be honored to serve this great country!” his school taught him Socialist and Communists were bad and that Yanes was the Supreme Ruler.
“Son, you can-“
“I will father, our great leader, Yanes, need the people’s help. So I will help.”
His father signed and said, “Okay, but you must come home by the end of Tuesday.”
“Of course, father.”
“Goodbye, son. See you in two days.”
Benedicto waved goodbye and the military man took him away and he met with the man who he saluted before.
“You must be the new scout. We will give you a map of the City of Tropicó to study, then you will scout out positions when we take you to the city tomorrow. Also, I am Captain Philip Martina. You may call me sir.”
“Now, you need sleep. Go to that man over there and he will take you to our temporary quarters.”
Benedicto went over to the man who introduced himself as Private Dochreidte and he led him to the temporary encampment. The day was over, and Benedicto has a long day ahead of him tomorrow.
Picelli’s Brighter Tomorrow
“Generalissimo!” said Lieutenant Paskalev, his arms waving wildly above him in a vain attempt to get his master’s attention. “Generalissimo!”
Generalissimo Augusto Picelli rolled his eyes. His lieutenant’s excitement or concern persistently manifesting itself in this way was becoming rather old. As he turned to face Paskalev he made sure to glower at the man.
Lieutenant Paskalev, realizing his mistake, lowered his arms but did not stay the alarm in his voice. “Generalissimo, the world knows of Pius’ death. The cardinal electors are beginning to assemble in Praesidia City as we speak.”
Picelli waved his hand dismissively. “I am aware, Lieutenant.”
“But Your Excellency! Surely there must be some mistake. Our empire is in no position to host that… that misguided mob of spiritualists. We have work to do. Work that must be done without the interference of the Church. Puppet Pius was sent away to Reema so that we wouldn’t have to deal with that lot anymore.” Paskalev straightened his back, lowering his voice. “We must find out who did this. The traitor to our cause will pay for betraying us.”
“You would dare to execute your leader? It was I, Lieutenant Paskalev, who ordered the release of the blank letters. I even sent one to myself so that it wouldn’t look suspicious. We have known that the original Pius has been dead for some time and that the puppet had died several months ago.”
“But we don’t have time for this. Every resource given to those deceivers of men is a resource not spent in our reconquest of the Heartlands and beyond.”
“We have all the time we need. The Rilindjans did their job. We now own everything west of the Vitalis. Our forces have managed to push the beleaguered Romans back to the Scipii River. Our campaign will be over soon and what better way to celebrate our upcoming victory than with the Supreme Pontiff of the Reeman Mother Church?”
“I can think of plenty.” Paskalev turned to leave but was stopped when the Generalissimo’s hand came down on his shoulder.
“Konstantin,” Picelli said in a rare breach of protocol. “The people need something to believe in. Something bigger than you or I. The papacy gives them just that, alongside every hope and desire for a better tomorrow. The election is necessary for the integrity of our Republic. The people are growing restless of this war already, especially the Rilindjans. Trust me when I tell you that the ceremonies associated with conclave will give the Republic a good distraction until the end of the war.”
Radio chatter filled the bridge. In the center of the bridge stood a tall, distinguished man. His blond hair was tucked neatly beneath his white hate which bore the insignia of the papal navy. His face, weary from months at sea, was clean-shaven. He wore a black navy jacket adorned with his many ribbons and a pair of white trousers. Amidst a sea of concentrated chaos, he alone stood as a bastion of calm.
The ship that he commanded, the HHB Hammer of God was the newest battleship constructed by Red Star Lines, the shipping company owned by the papacy. In recent years, the company had gone from producing commercial vessels to an almost exclusive line of warships. The Hammer of God was a Clement XVI-Class battleship equipped with two anti-sub mortars, six torpedo tubes, and nearly forty guns in four different calibers. Rumor had it that the Generalissimo was so impressed with the ship’s design that he had personally ordered the construction of three more exactly like it. In his words the Vranan Republic “needs a guardian, if not God Himself then His hammer will do.”
“We are nearing the Vitalis,” one of the communications officers said over the chatter. “Novaria is coming into view now.”
“Excellent,” said the captain. “Inform the San Lorenzo that it may begin to fire when ready.”
The officer uttered the captain’s approval into his radio. Within moments, the destroyer began to shell the mainland.
“Inform the Papa Pio III and the Santa Martha that they may do the same. Once we’re in range we shall test the true fire power of this battleship.” The captain watched with cruel delight as the trading village of Novaria was shelled to nothing but rubble.
“Sir! There is a group of Lerizian villagers attempting to flee east!” The First Officer called out.
“Make sure that they do not escape. The Vranan Marine Corps will clean up after us.”
The man nodded his head, giving the order for the battleship to fire on the fleeing Lerizians. Their fate would be no different from the others now trapped on the western side of the Vitalis.
The Alcatz Convention
Men packed the meeting hall as the meeting room was overcrowded. Sitting at the head of the Table was Iem Ain, who had lead the provisional government for the time being. In the months leading up to the conference, much had changed: the Red Army, now rebranded as the Aucerosan Vanguard (AgỌ) had distanced itself from the Soviet of the Workers of Aucerosa (TỌS), the other major communist faction, and even then a party schism had split the TỌS in half, with the Syndicalists breaking off and forming the New Union Party (NPS), with Morgrar Chin as its head. The Blue Army, now rebranded as the Alliance for a Democratic Aucerosa (AỌD), had at this point secured itself as the dominant faction in the group, however it alone couldn't hold a majority and was, like the TỌS, a coalition that was beginning to burst at the seams. Various other smaller factions were also present, most notably the White Army, now rebranded as the National Protection Alliance (ANP) and the New Imperial Committee (NKI).
At last, Iem called for the convention to begin. "It is my honor to host this convention. Today, we will create a new state, one that will lead the nation into the future. This provisional government was never meant to last, and now we have an opportunity to finally bring forth what we fought so hard for these last 2 months! The time for change is today, and the time for our people's reckoning is now!" The convention clapped at the end of his statement. Their first issue was to draft a new constitution, and one that would guarantee the promises made leading up to this. The AỌD called for the realization of their motto: Paz, Lebŕtə, ə Prozparətə: Peace, Liberty, and Prosperity. The AgỌ, NPS, and TỌS called for the creation of a socialist economy, with varying differences on how goods would be distributed, with the TỌS famously calling for a slow transition to socialism, while the ANP and NKI called for a strong state and the protection of conservative values. In the end, it was agreed that the Constitution would protect the people's rights to protest and free speech, along with the founding of a militia to protect the country where the army can't. The economy was ultimately decided to remain capitalistic, but with extensive social protections and regulation to prevent anyone from exploiting the system at the cost of the workers. Conservatism wound up mostly overshadowed, with exception to the protection of regional cultural practices, something that was vouched for primarily by the AỌD.
Their Second issue was to create the foundations of this new government, and the only thing that people knew for certain was the establishment of a democracy, something that was promised by the AỌD, TỌS, and the NPS. However, all had envision this democracy differently. The AỌD called for a democratic republic, while the TỌS called for a direct democracy and the NPS calling for the unions to act as parties themselves. However, the AỌD's idea proved popular enough for the others at the committee, and was selected as the main form of government, under the condition that no party was to be outlawed from participating in elections, something that many of the smaller parties called for. As discussions dragged on, it was agreed that a unitary government was to run the country, with the land of the country divided into 50 counties that were each run by a representative. These counties would also send a second person to represent them in a new Congress. It was also decided that the Executive would be held not by one, but 3 people, who would have joint control over the country and enact legislation to be voted on through a 2/3 majority. The Judiciary would be jointly elected by the Congressional and Executive, and would comprise of 7 members. Members of all 3 branches would serve 6 year terms, and have a term limit of 3 terms.
Finally, the question now was centered on the status of the army, with the TỌS and NPS calling for it to be abolished in favor of a well organized militia system, the AgỌ, ANP, and NKI calling for the army to be the sole defender of the country, with the militias being relegated to deal with civil unrest, and the AỌD calling for a compromise, which everyone eventually settled on. Factionalism is the army was also a large topic, as while it lead to the creation of the AgỌ, AỌD, and the ANP, it also lead to the rise of movements such as the Dektat which held a massive sway over the country before their exile. The AgỌ, AỌD, and the ANP all called for it to stay, while the TỌS opposed it and the NPS calling for the army to be run as a singular union, which everyone wound up compromising on.
The convention dragged on until the following morning, and at noon, declared the founding of the Folkkenrepublic of Central Aucerosa, with its first election scheduled to be held in April.
West African Urban District
November 15th , 1936
In The Slum's Of The Urban District A Small Group Of 6 Enter A Dimly Lit Alley Way
In Which On The Left Side Is A Door
The First Among The 4 Grips At The Rusty Door Knob Shaking It, Trying To Pry It Open
"C'mon , C'mon." The Figure Muttered To Himself
Until he withdrew A Crude Crow bar And Vehemently Pulled At The Hinge's Until The Door Loosened , Misplacing the Hinge
he Now Kicks At The Door , Opening It Wide And Open
The Area Was full Of Crate's , And On The West Wing There Was A flight Of Stair's Leading Upwards , The Left Wing Also Had A Series Of Large Holes And A Rushed Flight Of Broken Stair's
"So This is Where It's At?" A Member of The 4 , Figures , He Was Large Stature And Was Bulky To Say The Least
"From What We've Been Told."
1 Of The Figures Approach the Crates , And Open It Up , Revealing , Iron , Wood , And Other Material's
"Not Here."Said One Male
"Keep Searching , And Make It Fast."
They Now Began To Do A 'Faster' Approach, They now recklessly Broke The Crates Looking For The 'Package'
As They Did They Open Many Thing's , Paper , Machinery , Then After Some Time They Found A Series Breif-cases With The Word "Manufa" Or Target Inscripted
"Yo i Think I Found It."
"Perfect, Grab It And Go."
The Male Picked Up The Breifcases
The Group Of 4 Now Approached The West Wing Flight Of Stairs , Where A Foul Stench Sunk In
The men Gripped Their Noses , And explored the area
Then Foot Steps We're Heard Below
"Sh- , Get Ready." As He Said The Other 3 Figures Withdraw Fire Arm's Where They Carefully Try To Get Some Visual On Whoever Entered
The Men that entered we're the NHSF , National Homeland Security Force's , A Para-military Core That Was Once Part Of The Military Until It Was Ruled For Them To Be Made into Seperate Institutions
"What The Hell , I Thought This Was A Normal Retrieval." Said One Of The Figure's Whispering Trying Not To Yell
"Look I didn't Expect This."He said In Response
"You Guy's Talk To Much" Another Male Said
With That In Mind The Male Open Fired On The NHSF ,The Para-Military Corps Now Rushed Into Cover Near Some Crates And Crude Forms of Cover Near The Left Wing
"What The F*** Man!" Said The 4th Male
The 4 Male's Then Shot One Of The NHSF Para-Militarist's , Knee's , The Bullet Teared Through The Para-Militarist's Flesh And Bone , forcing Into Open Ground , The 4 Men Quickly Sprayed On The Immobile troop Killing Him , this Though Gave The NHSF's Some Time To Lay Some Fire Unto The West Wing's Stair Flight , Forcing The Male's Into Concrete Base Cover
Then They heard "Fid da!", The Male's Rushed Into Cover , A Grenade Was Thrown Unto The Flight The NHSF Is suppressing Shrapnel Going All Over Striking One Of The 4 Males Ankles And Upper Leg , Though He Was Quickly Pulled Into The Upper Flight
Then One Of The Concrete Support Pillar Holding The Flight Up Rumbled, Due To The Impact Of The Grenades Explosion
The Male With Shrapnel Across His Leg Yelped
Blood Pour Out Like A River ,
As Panic Ensued , One Of The Male Ripped Some part of His Clothing Off And Wrapped Around The Wound Trying To Atleast Stall Blood Lost
The Firing then stopped ,They We're Reloading
They Used This Time To Fire On Them Forcing Troops That We're Now Coming To reinforce The NHSF Into Cover In The Alleyway
"Great You Screwed Us over Macron ." Said Of The Figures
"What Was I Suppose To Do , Wait?, That Could have gotten us caught
The Male Then once again held his trigger down , But it only made a clicking noise , He Then reached for Mas 38 Magazine By then the NHSF We're Once again Laying Suppressive Fire
Now The Injured Male Now Began Bleeding Out Once Again Until Falling Unconcious
"Dam It , We Lost One."
"We need something to stall their fire , A Obstruction." , The males then looked around then looked at a Weakened Column Of The West Wing's Support Pillar
One Of The Male's Under Heavy Fire
Managed To fired Upon It , Making A Segment Of Crumble , Another Part Of Column Was Shot Until The Stair Flight Began To Rumble
As The Structure Rumble The Insurgent Tripped And Dust Began To Obscure His Vision , Segment's Of The Flights Fell Down And Began To Obstruct the area
He Rushed For It , But as He Did A Flurry of Fire Hitted His Legs, The Sheer Impact Of The Bullets And Obscuring Of Vision Pushed him down with a Thud , Where the Stairwell And Flight Collapsed
The Remaining 2 Men , Rushed For A Second room Then Scaled Down A Window Though The Second Of The Insurgent Fell Down And Injured His Ankle , They Now Ran Into The Sprawling Alley Way's
A Search Team Was Now On The Move , Though There Was No Sign of them , The Incident Only Had 3 Injured civilians , 5 Dead Members Of West African Security Force's And 2 of The 4 Insurgent's Dead,
With This Public Outcry began targeting The NHSF , Claiming They Are Inefficient ,The Government Was Corrupt Which Only Furthered Rising Political Turmoil In The Region, And Gave Rising Radical Parties A Larger Audience.
January 3rd, 1936.
Collaborated with Kerhen Empire
Tensions had been high. Ever since Calarim seized northern territory inside of Kerhen, the two nations have been on the brink. Careful diplomacy circumvented the war until now. Tensions were boiling over and it would only take one thing for it to explode.
With tensions, always either on the rise, or very high, the war was inevitable because of this the area around the cala-kerhen border was very active in military movement and actions, every knew that something was going to happen between the two militaries as both thought they were very strong
With the border so spread there were barely enough generals and high ranking officers to give orders, so soldiers would try to act on their own sometimes this would mean accidents would pop up every now and then, causing worry across the two nations, and with the civil war, this would be even worse.
One such accident was about to cause something much, much bigger. A Imperial Calarimian Army soldier had gone missing while inside Kerhen. Naturally, the army would like to know what had occurred. They sent in their demand to search the nearby town but had their completely reasonable request denied.
With this request being denied, they thought everything would be fine, as thye saw this choice as smart, or a chance the imperial calarimian army could scout out the area or plant spies, though they would send several soldiers to investigate the area for the calarimian, as for this they would send a high ranking Officer to aid in the investigation
Along with losing a Officer, Several divisions would have to be recalled to the eastern Front Against the Grey Army
Leavings them much weaker on every other front/Border
This proved to be a fatal mistake. More forces entered the area on the side of Calarim. Along with this, the Army Air moved up more aircraft. Navy was on alert aswell to deal with whatever destroyers Kerhen would put to sea. They would fire the first shots, in typical strike first think later mentality. At Rey'Bridge.
The crowd of Henish Soldiers would look over the hill, and into the flatland overhead, several henish soldiers along with a kerna'dian division would take casualties immediately from the incoming shots, as the unprepared military forces would scramble to grab their gear and , or aim as shots were immediately fired back but, missed as the soldiers would have been caught off guard by the sudden attack from the calarimian Soldiers across the border.
As the soldiers scrambled to grab there gear and tried to hop I to the vicker-6 placed near the other border line for defense, several divisions would either get lost, trampled, or fail to get up this would leave a high count of casualties in the henish count. Along with the fact that a large city of grey militiamen, would had been moving towards the border since last week, leaving the eastern front in a mess
All things considered, the sudden strike had proved a resounding move. It knocked them off their feet and they were on route to win with fewer losses then expected. Their tank or so would prove to be annoying but oh well, they had grenades. It's not like the entire Henish tank force is present here. They pressed the advantage, moving across the bridge and into Kerhen proper.
With the soldiers taking massive casualties they would move south, and west, moving away from the border, with the Grey army moving towards the border/bridge (sorta) thye would have to leave the vicker-6 Ton Division behind leaving the rest of the squadron with only pistols and swords thye used for ceremonial purposes, to defend against the enemy
[The Grey Army]
[The good Henish]
As the New Henish Order advanced against the weaker White army, thye would soon com across the calarimian soldiers, thye would take positions unsure to fire, or leave thye would have aimed their sights near the calarimian divisions advancing south, thye would watch until several soldiers moved forward to get a close look, this would leave them to be spotted, and stay in the stand off position, it was whoever's shot first, unless thye stepped forward and made peace
And with this they rushed foward and past their point which they were ordered. Eventually they came to a halt inside a town and held position. A simple incident had escalated into what would prove to be the Second Henish-Calarimian War.
The Exile Pt. 1
In collaboration with Miklozia
2 days after the Rozenkurtz Revolution
A small caravan of vehicles reaches the border at night, the front and back vehicles looking military in nature and marked with the Central Aucerosan standard and white flags, while the center vehicle looks more... Luxurious in nature. The front vehicle explains that they are requesting passage through the country as their final destination is Exoa, but has been refusing questions otherwise.
A Miklozian border agent leans across the counter, his face sagging with the tired of the night. "Listen, buddy." He said to the person at the front of the car. "We have strict orders from Mirobein. All travel from Gosta and Central Aucerosa is outlawed, unless you have papers proving Miklozian ancestry. You'll have to turn back and go through Navren-"
"Wait there, Conjan." The man's superior said, walking forward from the back of the checkpoint.
"Sir, they're not answering any of my questions." The tired officer said.
The superior put on a smile and leaned across the counter. "My name is Mikhael Inblen. I'm the junior administrator of Immigration in this sector, and delegate to the Patriotic Conference." He tugged on the pendent of the New World Order stuck to his lapel. "We're willing to let a party in with some level of importance, but first you will need to answer some questions. If you're uncomfortable with that, is there someone I can call who can verify your entry?"
The two men in the lead truck look at each other, and mutter a few words to each other. Then, the one in the passenger seat gets out of the truck, and heads towards the fancier car in the center of the caravan. A brief conversation starts, but by the end of it, the doors of the car open, and flanked by 2 guards came a military officer.
The officer bore on him the armband for the Dektat, a pro monarchy faction in the military whose movement lay shattered following the revolution with the deaths of its leaders. He walked up to Mikhael, and introduced himself.
"I am Thijeok Razrim, and by the decree of the new Emperor of Central Aucerosa, I am the current head of the Dektat movement. On behalf of the Emperor, I will answer your questions."
"Good, good." Mikhael said, his smile widening at the man. "For what purpose are you headed to Exoa?"
"To seek refuge. Central Aucerosa is no longer safe for people such as myself and the Emperor, and we've determined that Exoa is the safest place for us to go and establish a government in exile."
"And the Central Aucerosan Emperor is with you?" The administrator said, raising an eyebrow.
"He is. Emperor Mara I, the former heir to the throne and the brother of the late Emperor Jin I, is with us."
"I see." The administrator said, the smile growing back onto his face. "Stay right here." He said, before walking backward toward a black phone stuck to the wall. He pulled it out and began dialing. It took almost ten minutes of being directed and redirected before the man's face lit up again. He spoke in hushed tones to the man on the other side of the line before a telegraph beside him whirred to life.
He hung the phone up and ripped out the message, before heading back to the counter. "Here you go." He said, handing the message to the officer. "From the Prime Minister himself. Continue down this road and follow the roadsigns to Mirobein. The checkpoint outside city limits will direct to Venneburg and then to the Exoan border. You've also been granted an armed escort to the capital, they'll meet you in about an hour if you continue following the road. Heil Boross, Heil Strain, and long live King Mikhael Clement!"
Like the man said, one hour through the road and the caravan was joined by two Miklozian trucks filled with armed soldiers, the flag of the Party waving above them both. When the party reached Mirobein, they stopped at a closed checkpoint. A man in a suit, with an NWO pendent on his lapel stopped at the front car. "The Prime Minister is inside." The man said, jerking his thumb behind him toward the nearby checkpoint. "He'd like to meet with his Majesty, sign a treaty of recognition and friendship of your new government."
Razrim relayed this to the car that the Emperor was in. At once, he, along with Razrim and 4 other guards, walked back to the man. The Emperor spoke: "Very well then. However, I must request that this agreement may not be publicized at this time. Given my people's stance towards your own along with the movement historically viewing the war in Gosta as being inflamed by your government, I believe that making public such a treaty at this time would be... Inappropriate."
"The Prime Minister couldn't agree more. Mr. Boross would have it no other way. It is the Miklozian government's intention to fully support the restoration of order in Central Aucerosa, via a true, legitimate government, and wouldn't seek to harm the process of unity in your home nation." The man's smile re-emerged. "Please, this way, if you will."
Inside the room was a desk with two chairs on each side. The Prime Minister got up to shake the Emperor's hand, after bowing to the exiled monarch. "Your majesty, it is an honor and a privilege to finally meet you." The Prime Minister's usually unexpressive demeanor became somber for just a moment. "I must say, for the violence inflicted on your family and the late majesty, you will always have my sympathies." He nodded, before taking his seat back down as the Emperor did the same.
"Nəžau, lə arčətetur tu-našeondə əs realmetə meēlə." The other man said in Mu'yan, before reaching over to shake the Emperor's hand.
"This is Al Bund, my chief architect." Boross said, as he levied papers across the table, which were labeled "TREATY OF RECONCILIATION, RECOGNITION AND FRIENDSHIP." It was made up of several vague statements from both the Miklozian and Central Aucerosan ends, already typed up, pledging cooperation and support for Mara's government and friendship in return.
"My wife came from your nation, I know just a bit." Bund said, "truly an honor, your majesty."
"The honor's mine; it's good to know that there are Mu'yans away from home." He looked at the treaty, and read it carefully. It wasn't too different from the Treaty of Alma Alta that was signed all those years ago, and quickly took note of how the provisions in it were overly cordial. Back in Central Aucerosa, after the treaty fell out, many considered the government of Miklozia to be lost. Perhaps this was a sentiment brought about too swiftly...
He also considered that the Miklozian government wanted out of this. This treaty brought with it a great deal of support to him and his cause, and stipulated talks about future agreements to be made by both governments. They could both gain from this, but Mara thought to himself about his relative position to that of the Miklozian government: one was a stable country while the other was merely a government in exile... Well, if he wanted to return to the throne in M'lodemma, he'd have to make a few compromises to get there...
At last, he asked for a pen.
Boross smiled as he handed the Emperor a pen, and he jotted down his signature. "Excellent." He muttered, as the treaty came over to him and he motioned his own pen over the line where he would sign.
However, his hand droned over the line for a few moments, not once letting down to sign. Finally, without signing, he put the pen down against the table and got up. He motioned to the end of the room, and the guard handed him another paper. His smile wavered, and he turned to the Emperor. "You know, Miklozia has been so very hospitable to you and your entourage. And now it has handed you a treaty that will one day help bring your crown back onto your head. However, you must know you cannot get so much for so little. Like how it has been, a single issue holds the sway over our relationship."
He handed the paper to Bund, who cleared his throat before moving it across the table to face the Emperor. It contained a single sentence, with a line for a signature at its bottom.
I, Emperor Mara I of Central Aucerosa, hereby grant the territory of Gosta, as defined by the land ceded to Ocelomen following the collapse of Matsrakia, to the Kingdom of Miklozia, and renounce the claim of my nation over the territory.
...There it was. In the back of his mind, he already knew that Gosta would come up at some point in this. Much of the land in it was taken from before the great war when Tenir I conquered Exonia, and while Alma Alta was the crown jewel of it, the land in the east was split between warlords, and in the Great War, Tenir expanded the territory at the expense of both Miklozia and Matsrakia in what would become Oberl'nd. At the end of the civil war, his cousin Tenir II ceded the land to Matsrakia and the resulting protests forced him to abdicate. Jin I, his brother, got the land back in 1929, but ceded it to Ocelomen to secure an alliance with them as a wedge between Matsrakia and Nevrania. By then Jin was still the king of the land... ... Jin. The only reason he failed was because he was weak. He attempted to make everyone happy and in the end he was killed by those same people. His first mistake was ceding Gosta to the Ocelomenians... That isn't something that I am foolish enough to repeat. I knew I had to make a few compromises, but this is one too great.
He set down the pen, never signing the paper, and his hands shaking and now curled into fists, and a scowl on his face from his mind wandering back to Jin and what had happened, revealing in it nothing but pure anger. He muttered under his voice "So it was your government behind this war in Gosta..." He calmed himself down and regained composure. "...Very well then. I am still open for negotiations, and I am thankful for your government's hospitality so far. Mr. Boross, Mr. Bund, it was an honor meeting you both, but I believe that negotiations are over for the time being. If you'll excuse me, I still need to reach Exoa."
The color quickly turned to a pink red on Boross's face, and his mouth twisted into a look of pure anger. Bund let out a sigh, nodding his head. Whether that was in disappointment or in affirmation, he himself probably could not say.
"Fine then, your Majesty." Boross said, shaking the Emperor's hand. "However, I'm afraid our hospitality may have to be stretched a little farther. I've been receiving reports of bad traffic problems on the road to Venneburg. Construction complications, you know how it is with this new infrastructure system we're adopting from Exoa." Boross's face twisted to a wicked smile. "It could be days, maybe weeks before the roads clear up to ensure safe travels for you. In the meantime, we'll keep you here, under strict military watch. Our top priority is your safety." His smile strengthened in spite of his face's pinkness. "In the meantime, if you ever change your mind about this treaty, it'll stay here. Honor meeting you, your Majesty." He outstretched his hand once again, the smirk remaining on his face.
Mara never bothered to look back at the soldiers, his scowl having returned to his face. "I never asked for a safe journey north. The s*** I went through just to even get to your border was enough to convince me that there were going to be tough times ahead of me. I haven't cared to think about whatever 'caution' I'll need coming through here, and lastly, 'friend?'" He began to give off a most terrible cackle. He began to speak slowly, with nothing but pure rage behind his words. "I have no friends, only interests, and these men know that. Their loyalty is fierce; they're fully willing to die for my cause, and fret not; an incident is in no one's interests here... But it's my interest to reach Exoa, and you'd best not try to stop me."
An unnatural smirk crept across Boross's face. In Mara, he almost saw himself. Just much less accomplished and far more arrogant. "I shouldn't have to tell you that your empty threats won't work here." The Prime Minister said, sitting back down into his chair. "That is, unless your brain is as small as your arrogance is large. You and I both know the only way for you to benefit in this situation is by signing this treaty." His face became gaunt in just a moment. "You, my friend, are in a lion's den. You have no room to make demands or threats."
Mara finally looked away from Boross and looked around him. The room held only himself, Boross, Bund, Razrim, his guards, and the man that led them into the room standing by the door. He finally calmed down and regained his composure for a second time, and sighed. "Then I will make neither demands nor threats, only a request, and that is free passage to Exoa. I'll see what your answer is later." He called for his men, and left the room, uninterested in anything they had to say. On the way out, Razrim had a quick word with Mara. "My lord, I understand that you wish to uphold the honor of your dynasty, but we are losing aid and jeopardizing both our goal and yourself. Given our current situation, I ask you to reconsider."
"And what, undo the legacy of my uncle? I won't allow it. We'll get help from the Exoan government, and from there we will plot our return." He leaned over to Razrin and spoke to him in a hushed tone. "Boross also reminds me of someone... I wouldn't say that I knew him, but I've heard about him... the Mad Shogun..." When they got outside, they quickly noticed the exits blocked by the trucks that had escorted them there.
"...Son of a b****. Do we have any bribes left?"
"No, and Libens are worthless here anyways."
"...Alright..." He looked to one of his guards. "You. Go up there and ask them to move. the rest of you, with me." He and his men began to head back to their car as the lone guard went up to the blockade.