United Alliance Board

"The People's Will"
1936 November 12th

Street's Bustled About , Congregation's Of Pedestrian's Ran Along ,
Life Went On ,

Though In The Distance A Large Group Of People Stood , Infront Of Them Was A Male Delivering A Speech
His Name ; Emanuel Koumah , Member Of The Centrist Right Party , And One Of The Vocal Critic's Of Sourreh's Regime

"Not A Few Day's Ago Had A Tyrant Been Ousted From His Ivory Tower! ,But In Order To Prevent Such Happening Once Again , We Must Stay Pursuit Against People Who Put Themselves In a Similar Manner, We Must Be Relentless , His Action's Have Been Detrimental To Our State Of Affair's , We Virtually Lack A Economy , Currency , Things Of The Civilized Modern World , Yet they are dipping in Fiscal Politics , Of The "Worker's" Right's , Yet how many people suffered from the crackdown On The Free Market , I Present You All A Question , Is This Truly Freedom? , Or is it Radicalism."

The Crowd's Of Anti Socialist , Libertarian Rightist And Radical Rightist Roared Of Satisfaction

"Then You have Cronies Inside Our Government Ruining This Land In Favor Of Their Own Political Gain." The Man Continued

"The Ideology Of The Old Regime Is Comparable to Jacobinism, A rule Of Terror"
As He Spoke Pedestrian's Began To Take Notice Of This , Some Came Along To See What The Fuss Was About.

Koumah Now Adjusted His Clothing

"Should God Be willing We Shall Stamp Them Out,Cast The Away And leave Them To Rot!"The Male Yelled Toward's The Crowd

The Male Now Began To Wave Away The Large Group Of People Away And Go With His Campaign Team
He Now Entered His Car , And With That Him And His Campaign Team Left

Arcadisia, Bardeuria, and Baja formosa

Oceascopia

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.

Miklozia, Arcadisia, Democratic socialist west africa, Bardeuria, and 1 otherBaja formosa

Baja formosa

Edited

Baja formosa wrote:

The Zaratos Commune
November 1st, 1936

Presidente Yanes believed that no one would ever rebel under his watch, as long as he kept a close eye on his people. Yanes didn’t think he was a tyrant, but wanted to pass a new mandate establishing the Baja Formosan Secret Police, just in case anything went wrong with the Communist Party. Yanes began to write a letter to the Defense Minister and the Santo Helena Police Commissioner to request the establishment of the Secret Police.

Commissioner of the Police, Emilio Ortega, and Defense Minister Joshua Iturbide,
I ask respectfully upon you both to accept my request on the establishment of the Secret Police, in case of a revolt from the Communist Party of the Republic. My last mandate in Congress, which outlawed labor unions, has angered the Party Commission, and this could cause the 6,000 members of the Party to become angry and protest on the street, hurting our government’s stability. This is why I request the Secret Police.
Sincerely, Remigio Yanes

One day later

Yanes was relieved when he got the letter back approving the Secret Police and the two Ministers already began mobilization of the new force. They proclaimed in there letter that ‘By the end of this month, the Communists shall not know what hit them if they dare protest!’ The force already had 45 agents working under the hand of Yanes!

Communist Party Meeting

There was a buzz through the small meeting room in Zaratos where the Communist Party Commission was discussing what to do on the labor Union situation.

Karl Heckleburg, a young Exoan man living in Baja Formosa said with a slight accent “We could take to the streets and lead a peaceful protest, or go on strike”

“Heckleburg, that wouldn’t work, they’d send in police to put the strike down” replied the Chairman of the Party, Jorge Emilio

“The only way to get our voice heard is to rebel and establish an independent commune here in Zaratos!” Shouted the Vice-Chairman.

“I must agree with the Vice-Chairman” a random Commission member said. Others nodded there heads in agreement.

“So we’ll conduct a vote then. Aye for an independent commune and nay for a strike.” Said Emilio

The voting was soon over and Emilio announced, “The vote was seven for aye and three for nay.” “Option Aye passes.”

Heckleburg responded to this with great annoyance, “We shouldn’t be doing this! It will lead to the collapse of our party! Trust me we shouldn’t do this!”

“The vote has passed..” responded the Vice-Chairman bluntly.

“Fine, you know what, I resign from the Commission, this Party will collapse!”

Heckleburg ripped off the Communist Party pin and walked out of the room and the Chairman, Emilio, said “Gentlemen, the 14th Communist Party Commission Meeting has ended, and the first meeting of the new nation of Zaratos begins. Shall we begin drafting a Declaration of Independence?”

Revolution
November, 1936
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.

“Go ahead.”

“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.”

“Of course”

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.

Arcadisia and Bardeuria

Central aucerosa

Oceascopia, Arcadisia, Iserk, and Bardeuria

Central aucerosa

The Princely Republic of Vranastrova

Oceascopia, Arcadisia, Iserk, and Bardeuria

Baja formosa

2 years 364 days ago

Question Two

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.

“Hello, Chris.”

“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.”

“Yes, sir.”

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.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now, you need sleep. Go to that man over there and he will take you to our temporary quarters.”

“Yes, sir.”

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.

Miklozia, Arcadisia, and Bardeuria

2 years 364 days ago

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.”
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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.

Arcadisia, Greater Niagara, Bardeuria, and Baja formosa

Central aucerosa

2 years 364 days ago

Edited

The Alcatz Convention

Alcatz

1/13/1937

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.

Arcadisia, Greater Niagara, Bardeuria, and Baja formosa

Democratic socialist west africa

2 years 363 days ago

West African Urban District
November 15th , 1936
1:49 AM

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
"Help!"

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

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4:26

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.

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Calarim

2 years 363 days ago

Edited

The Incident.
Rey'Bridge.
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
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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.

Arcadisia, Greater Niagara, Central aucerosa, Kitwinchise, and 2 othersBardeuria, and Baja formosa

Central aucerosa

2 years 363 days ago

Vranastrova, Miklozia, Arcadisia, Greater Niagara, and 2 othersBardeuria, and Baja formosa

The Kingdom of Greater Niagara

Edited

Imperial Tour

To the Leaders of the Dominions, Colonies, and Realms of the Niagaran Empire

From His Majesty The King-Emperor

Greetings!

The Sovereign has, for too long, not visited his realms and subjects. It has been decided that His Majesty will visit his other Realms and strengthen his ties with the populace. If your nations wish to hold this Imperial Tour, we request that Your Excellencies respond to our telegram.

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Michael finished his telegram, and handed it to a servant. He sighed. He didn’t want to go on an Imperial Tour, to see those other barbarian peoples of Authrasia and Raj! Nor did he want to do such petty things as grant assent to Laws, cut ribbons, and all the bullsh*t that being King entailed. He would much rather take advantage of the “aristocratic” ideals of his position, such as parties and the like.
“Your Majesty?” Michael’s private secretary inquired.

“Yes James?”

“The Prime Minister is here to see you.” The Secretary replied.

Michael sighed for what felt like the millionth time today. “Alright. Tell him I’ll be a minute.”

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Dealing With Rebels

Sir Melvin Allenby, Prime Minister of Greater Niagara, watched as the King entered the chamber. Melvin saw a rather sullen look on the King’s face. Although it was probably just the stresses of the day to day being Head of State on the man’s mental health, he privately worried the King wasn’t as ready as Allenby had thought he was.

He remembered back to an unofficial friendly meeting with the late Matthew, where over a glass of beer, Matthew had said, “I’ll teel you, Melvin, I sincerely hope -and don’t tell this to Michael!- that he abdicates his succession rights to Edward. I don’t see him as ready, he’s too focused on the privilege and not at all on the duty.”

But that was the past, and he had work to do.

“Your Majesty,” Allenby greeted.

“Prime Minister,” replied Michael, extending his hand. Allenby kissed it, and stood a bit straighter.

“We have a bunch to talk about today, Sir,” He said, sitting down in one of the overstuffed chairs in the room, near the fireplace. “I believe our first bit is the rebellions going on in Tamketia.”

“What have those natives done now?” Michael sighed.

“Mass rebellion, Sir. Reports are coming in of officials being kidnapped and disappearing, and scare tactics are being employed against colonists. Its barbaric. And even worse, they have made these.” He pulled from his coat pocket a leaflet, depicting a dead King Matthew under snow. “These, these, savages, have disgraced your fathers name. The governor is unsure what to do. Certain members of my Cabinet are suggesting that we send military forces there, and I think they’re right. What do you think, Your Majesty?”

“Hmm.” Michael thought for a moment. “These natives are destroying our colonists peace and security, that all Niagarans deserve. Do as you will, Mr Allenby.”

“Excellent, then, Your Majesty! Now, we should move on, specifically, the naval expenditures…”

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Tamketia wrote:

Polar Terror

Greater Niagara Adelaide New haltoria

The King is dead. The mysterious and elusive Sese Patartok folded his hands with a pleased look on his face. The arctic continent's bitter winter winds had made survival impossible, but yet he remained with his Party committee. Deep in the frozen ground beneath an inconspicuous igloo which blended into the pure and untouched white snow. He would not be detected here. They had enough fuel to keep them warm and fed for months. Yes, Sese was a genius. The radio operator clicked the telephone end down and nodded in response to her great leader's acknowledgement. This moment... it was perfect.

In the Tamketian mainland, the disappearances of frontiersmen continued, with bodies surfacing in the polar regions weeks later. While the pool of high-up authorities was drying up due to the element of surprise vanishing and colonial police constantly on watch, the campaign succeeded in its intended effect. Colonists and native collaborators did not feel secure in their own homes. Now it was time for the Tamket Revolutionary Communist Party to up its ante. Psychological warfare. A map was made of every prominent colonist/collaborator's house that had children under 13 in it. Introduce Operation Petrify. This would be a long campaign ingeniously crafted by Sese Patartok himself. Militants of the TCRP who had long since vanished from public record would dress themselves up in as horrifying a manner as possible- from wearing the corpses of seals over their faces to fur parkas that made them look like horrifying yetis. Windows would be shattered, children would scream, and when the parents responded- the spectres would be gone.

It wouldn't stop at night, either. On the way to school, colonial children would report feelings of being stalked. Crude and intimidating drawings would be pasted on their windows to await for the kids when they get back from school. Any unlocked door would be left ajar to give the false impression that their home had been infiltrated. There were some instances where parents confronted the TCRP, but it almost always ended in murder and ambush, as no member travelled alone.

To add to the psychological blow, leaflets would start emerging in colonial cities depicting the King's lifeless body buried under Tamket snow. While rural and native populations' support for the TCRP soared, the colonists' hope would be bled dry by the unforgiving plague doctor of terror.

Niagara was dealing with an enemy the likes of which had never been seen before.

10 transports landed in the colonial port of Flagpost. Unloading from the transports were five thousand soldiers, all trained for extreme weather conditions. Escorting them, where five destroyers and two cruisers, which were here to stay. They were here to bring order. To end the TRCP’s tyranny.

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Baja formosa

The Princely Republic of Vranastrova

Edited

Question Two
1919

Christopher Carlito, the first President of the newly independent, Baja Formosa was walking down Santa Helena’s Main Street to get to the Congressional Building. It was a quiet morning and Carlito was thankful for that. As he was walking he looked around the corner and saw Fifth Street. Fifth Street. The Battle of Fifth Street was one of the bloodiest battles in the war for independence and was the last major battle of the Baja Formosan War for Independence. He was in charge of leading the charges to take Fifth Street. He remembered sent snipers up to roofs to pick of enemies one by one and after that he did the Famous Fifth Street Charge. Almost 100 of his men died in the charge, but it won the day. Carlito would never forget the battle.

He soon finished going down Main Street and reached the Congressional Building. It seemed like the assembly has already gathered so he quickly walked up the stairs and into the main gathering space. The assembly was in the gathering space chattering about politics, family, and other things. Once they saw there President they clapped and smiled and began making there way to the Assembly Room where Carlito would be addressing the state of the Republic and international issues that needed addresses in Baja Formosa.

Carlito sat in the chair that was overlooking the room. He could see everyone’s face, so he began speaking.

“Gentlemen, I thank you for making it to the Meeting today. I will begin with addressing the state of our Republic. The economy is very strong with low unemployment rates and we have recently left our debt with neighboring nations. The military has finished basic training and is now a trained fighting force.”, “The debate though, for today is, discussing the Great War.”

A wave of whispers broke out throughout the room and the Gentleman, Head of the Nationalist Party Committee, Damián Caballero, requested the floor.

“Go ahead.” Said Carlito as he gestured towards the podium.

Caballero walked up and began speaking, “Gentlemen, this war in Aucurosa has been devastating and seems to be coming to a close. I do believe though, that since the Papacy in Vranastrovia is at war with the United Alliance, I think the least we could do is send them aide, right? I yield the floor.” Caballero sat back down again and then the member from the Loyalist Party, Jeronimo Yanes, request the floor and was accepted.

“I believe that we should aide the League of Free States, even if our nation is many miles away from the fighting in Aucurosa, we could still conduct raids and blockade on Caloy and Niagaran Colonies in the area. We’d be assisting the church and other Christian countries in the world. Viva Baja Formosa! Thank you, I yield the floor.”

The Prime Minister who had just been sitting there thinking the whole time got up and requested the floor. “Gentlemen. If we were to join the war it’d be very brief. And besides, why would you want to get involved in such a large scale war such as this one? Don’t you remember the War for Independence? Our Naval Forces aren’t large or equipped enough to conduct raids or blockades. So, I say we stay out of this war and not get involved in Aucurosan politics at all. I’d say that’s a good idea. Thank you, and I yeild the floor.”

“We will conduct a vote.” Said Carlito.

He had the Guard in the corner pass out papers and pens.

“Once you vote give them to the Prime Minister and he will count them. We will go to war if you say “Aye” and if you want no war you say “Nay”. Prime Minister, you may begin the vote.”

Ten Minutes Later

The Prime Minister had finished shuffling the papers in a box and begin taking them out to vote.

“Aye”

“Nay”

“Aye”

“Nay”

“Here it says, the Workers Party Collectively says Nay.”

“And here it says the Third Estate of the Nationalist Party says Nay. Aye is outnumbered no matter what now. We will not go to war.”

Cheers and clapping broke out throughout the room. Carlito knew most people would vote nay, but he was still thankful only a few votes aye. “Gentlemen, this meeting is over. Go out and enjoy your day.”

Carlito along with the congressmen walked out of the building and went to there homes. No war for the ages.

Arcadisia, Greater Niagara, and Bardeuria

Miklozia, Arcadisia, Greater Niagara, Tamketia, and 4 othersDemocratic socialist west africa, Bardeuria, Baja formosa, and Kriegerin

Tamketia

The Arctic War | The Tamket People's Liberation War

After the ingenious Sese Patartok had destabilized the government and colonial citizenry by the consistent stream of kidnappings and fear tactics, Tamketia's colonial morale had dropped to such a low point that Greater Niagara had seen it fit to intervene by sending over five thousand soldiers on top of supplies and munitions.

With public support now firmly in the TCRP's hands (at least among the natives who due to the Mortetka celebrations were convinced that their identity was under attack), the Tamket Revolutionary Liberation Army was set to make its first move on the grand chessboard of geopolitics.

Unfortunately for Niagara, their lack of a timely response has ensured that the TCRP had control over a majority of native-held population centers as well as the frontier and even a little bit of the arctic continent as a fallback line. The vast northern islands were depopulated, but would be a guaranteed source of support for Sese Patartok's ambitions. The TCRP's control of the volatile and mixed southern frontier due to the abductions of the bush people would be their greatest asset- their key to the colonial cities.

While the TCRP's membership was set at about an impressive 300,000 people, only about 25,000 of those would be officially enrolled in the TRLA. In a local sense, the pool of soldiers would be even smaller.

Despite pressure from the leadership to directly assault the port towns, Sese Patartok would arrange for a land-based campaign to take advantage of the lack of support for the Niagarans. While an ambitious collection of 6,000 soldiers would be spread thin on the rural front in a southern guerrilla advance, a frontier town by the name of Snowflake would become the site of the first battle in the Arctic War.

The arctic night hung unforgiving on the cobblestone houses and industrial complexes of Snowflake. The thicket of forest trees deepened the vantablack under a heavily starred night sky. However, as amber lanterns dimmed and families tucked in for bed, unusual movement would fester in the forest east of the town. 7,000 residents, a garrison of 200 colonial soldiers on top of policemen with Niagaran advisors. Under normal circumstances, there would be no garrison, but the TCRP scared them into defensive mode.

The TCRP only had ninety men and women under their command, but they were expert fighters, scared of nothing, and hopped up on native root drugs which made them almost impervious to pain in the short-term.

In a snow dig-out, a rocket launcher would be eased through and affixed to a tripod. Similarly, this would be done with about two machinegun enplacements. These were old, but they were all the TCRP had. Hollowed out faces of animals hung as terrifying masks over white cloaked and fur-covered natives diving into battle positions, a few red flags attached to a few certain fighters' backs. The rocket tube rotated slowly... taking aim at the police station.

The screech of the rocket couldn't even be registered before the brick building was blew apart and the constables crushed under hellfire. The terrorizing war screams of the TCRP filled the air as they descended from the hills in droves, supported by machinegun fire from the east and south, with subsequent missile fire continuing to nab key targets such as the post office, radio station, and mayor's house.

The small arms fire was deafening as civilians began to scatter and soldiers quickly hurried to their entrenchments. The soldiers already on patrol would have been the first victims of the expert-level sniper fire from veteran native hunters, clearing a way for the TCRP to breach the cities in their fireteams.

What followed next was a slaughter. Members of the insurgency killed off their enemies and even white citizens with rudimentary weapons like bows, fireworks, and even harpoon guns. Icepicks caved in skulls and hunting spears left bodies attached to trees. Clunky and ancient rifles in the hands of expert fighters made chum out of the relatively untrained colonial conscripts. When one conscript fell, his submachinegun fell into the better hands of a TCRP fighter, and with time, even the insurgents would gain a technological edge.

The only message which could reach the Niagaran authorities in time would be a plea for help, following the typical screams of the damned and the telling zip of a harpoon gun.

Vranastrova, Arcadisia, Greater Niagara, Central aucerosa, and 3 othersBardeuria, Baja formosa, and Kriegerin

Calarim

Edited 2 years 360 days ago

Operation Sunburst.
The Kerhen empire Frontline.
February 7th, 1937.

Phase 1, 12:30.

The first wave of bombers flew over their designated targets, a mix of civilian and military. They were of the latest of the Calarimian Bombers, G3Ms. More efficent then what they were using before, this would be they're first real test. Their mission was to flatten Kerhen's industry and any military emplacements and fortifications. Lucky enough for the bombers they had made these nice big targets. Should give them a bloody nose for the follow up attack. The bombers dropped their payloads and turned around for the airfield. As this happened the second wave was just getting off the ground. There would be 4 waves overall until the Army Air would be grounded for repairs and emergency close air support missions.

Phase 2, 1:30.

Heavy artillery rolled up to the front, infront of the waiting attack force. They were phase 2, and they had the simple job of flattening anything the bombers didn't get too. Make sure the enemy was nice and softened for the main assault. The gunners loaded the high explosive shells and adjusted the guns. They fired, the line erupting in loud 'booms' as the first shells flew. They cleared the guns and loaded again. This would rinse and repeat for about an hour, turning the soon to be battlefield into a field of craters. Once they finished their shell quota they simply withdrew the guns and set them up in the rear.

Phase 3, 2:30.

The big assault went underway now, with the Infantry advancing out of their positions and forward. Supporting them was Type 95s, Type 89s, and various other pieces of armor. They were told to advance until they had exhausted all momentum and then to bunker down. The occasional plane flew above and took out any hard positions they had trouble with. They were expected to advance quite a ways until they lost momentum and were halted by the massive enemy army. How many losses they would sustain in Sunburst is up for debate, and nobody truly knew for sure. They couldn't afford to sustain as many losses but this was the gamble they had to take.

Arcadisia, Greater Niagara, Central aucerosa, Bardeuria, and 2 othersBaja formosa, and Imperial state of bellator

Kitwinchise

Edited

The General's Coup
October 24th, 1936
The air had turned cold and rocky that night of October 24th. The rain had started to make its attack on the now quiet city of Belkham. A few homeless fugitives were scattered amongst those unfortunate. The city lights were dimmer than usual, sparkling on and off throughout the pitch-black night, yet something was happening, something very bad. A blazing fire had been raging for 11 minutes on the personal office of Philip O'Duffy and gunfire had been raging on the nearby streets for around 4 hours. Genera Hassan had organised and attempted to overthrow the dictator from power and had been for many months. His personal army had laid siege to offices and had started reasonably well, using the method of Molotov bottles, shattering windows and staring the blazing fire. The engagement was sudden, obviously, yet the personal guards had managed to react quickly, attacking through civilian rooftops and streets battling occurred. This attempt for a new establishment became an overall failure when Hassan and several other senior officers unloyal were arrested in the later hours by multiple military police trucks. The general was executed around 9:45 AM and saw the Coup put down within a matter of hours. However, the planning with this close call was months in the making.

Arcadisia, Bardeuria, and Baja formosa

Northern socialist territories

Democratic Assembly building, Verburg,
Betram was sitting in his office, flipping through a fantasy novel.
A Knock on the door.
He coughed.
"Come in, better be important." He said, still coughing while waving the person in.
The person who sat down was Earnell Fisher, one of the prominent Reformists in the party.
"Fisher, what is it?" He said, closing his novel and putting it into a drawer below his desk.
"Well... Leadership. I will be honest, You are not immortal, Mr. Bentram, and regardless if you are killed by a assassin, or a disease... your death could collapse the party. I think it is time we must decide on succession, or a possible coalition."
Bentram sat there, playing with a pen on his desk, visibly thinking.
"Well... we have you, Fisher, and your reformists.... the authoritarian group.... And the army. Alot of their ideas are at odds. Coalition is unlikely."
Fisher sat there, visibly distraught.
"But, not impossible."
Bentram looked at the clock over the door.
"I don't want to cut your talking short, Fisher, but I have to go..."
"Understood, thank you sir."
They shook hands, and went off on their seperate ways.

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The Kingdom of Miklozia

"Defeat"
September 8th, 1934
Mirobein, Miklozia

King Mikhael Clement the First looked out from his Wilmosian Palace, resting his arms along the railing overlooking the city of Mirobein. Today was the day of the election. The day Miklozians would go to the polls again after four years of fascist rule. Finally, the King knew, they would throw out Boross and things could return to normal. Sure, the Patriots had given Mikhael Clement what he had always wanted- independence and agency. But he had always assumed the day he would finally assume the Obsidian Throne it would elevate him to the top of Miklozia's political food chain. He had no delusions about his own interest in politics- he had never felt the desire to pitch himself to any ideologies like his father did so liberally. However, recently he had been left completely in the dark over the goings-on of the Miklozian Kingdom. What he learned he now did from the Miklozia Tribune, like his subjects did.

Now he basked in the sunlight of the morning, confident that change was about to wash over his Kingdom. Finally, things would be back to normal. No vast-reaching infrastructure programs, no crackdowns on the Matsrakian population, and no more being left in the dark.

"Good morning, hon." Mikhael Clement kept staring onward as the voice of his wife, Queen Helen called out from behind. He heard her walk forward, before resting her palm against his back and looking out onto the city with him. "I've never seen you up this early."

"I have a good feeling about today." Mikhael Clement said, a smile remaining on his face.

Helen smirked in response. "Me too." They both became quiet for a moment, Mikhael Clement's smile slowly fading as he continued looking out toward the city. "Oh, I can't hide it anymore!" She said, quickly gaining his attention. "I went to the doctor last night and..." her face became red as she blurted the words out. "I'm with child."

A chill went down the King's body as his independence and agency waned. "That's..." He looked into her expression for a moment. "That's great."

She sighed in relief, before turning her attention back to Mirobein. "You're right. This truly is a good day. I'm pregnant, and later another victory for the fascists."

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April 10th, 1935

King Mikhael Clement sat straight-up on the bed at the center-end of his apartment within the Wilmosian Palace. Just two rooms away, he could hear the continued agony of his wife, who was going through the pain of childbirth with a team of Miklozia's finest medical professionals. It was proving to be a difficult birth, he was informed. Of course, he wasn't allowed in the room. No king had ever witness the birth of their child, let-alone his heir. He sighed, questions weighing over him. As the child grew within his wife's womb, these questions had grown as well, but now they were at their tipping point. How would his life change with his first child? Would they be a boy or a girl? He wouldn't know until the process was finished, of course.

He sighed, and his eyes turned downward, finding his gaze resting under the bed, where the corner of an old newspaper article poked out. He bent down and picked it up, gazing at the cover. It was a headline of the Miklozia Tribune, dated September 11th. "Patriots win re-election with 96% of vote." He sighed, letting it fall out of his hands. As it did, he then realized the shrieks of pain had ceased.

"Your Majesty!" A doctor wearing a surgeon's mask said from the door, a baby wailing in her arms. "Congratulations on your healthy baby girl."

"Girl?" The King said as the woman let the child rest into his arms. He stared down at the thing, and its wailing began to cease. He couldn't help but let a smirk wave over him as he looked down at her. "I think we'll name her..." He thought for a moment, his mind playing back the ideas which he had thought up. "Catherine." The woman nodded and he stared back down at the child. "Princess Catherine."

Arcadisia, Greater Niagara, Bardeuria, and Baja formosa

Kerhen empire