New World UnionBoard

LORD PROTECTOR

The gates to the Citadel opened as the Imperial Guard looked down at the group of vehicles entering and going towards the Imperial Palace and outside it the vehicles stopped, several soldiers and Prince Rictiovarus exiting.
Inside Rictiovarus and his men proceeded to the doors of the throne hall... stopping.
"Remain here until I leave.", he said to his troops before looking to the singular guard of the room. With one swift nod the guard knocked upon the massive doors, opening. Rictiovarus then entered, the guards within the hall raising their rifles from reverse arms to Present arms. Rictiovarus looked up, seeing perhaps over a hundred of the Golden Wings, floating above in silence, their posture terrible and heads slouched down. He continued to the end of the hall, to the thrones... where the Emperor his empty eyes staring forward, a sword sitting on his lap.. around him his Heirs also sat.
The sight... it brought grave discomfort to the prince, a single tear coming from his face.
"Brother...-..", he went to speak but stopped, clenching his teeth he turned away, walking towards the exit.. now was the time.

Minutes after leaving the throne hall Rictiovarus and his men now entered the senate meeting room where all waited, including Marshal Fernando de Solaris.
"Seize him.", are the first words Rictiovarus said as two of his men walked past the prince and towards Solaris, grabbing him by his jacket, pushing him out of the room.
The senators entered an uproar, shouting at the prince.
"SILENCE!", Rictiovarus shouted as his troops raised their rifles towards the senators, silence then taking the room.
Rictiovarus then let out a sigh, walking over to a chair typically reserved for the Emperor in his visits.. then sitting, leading to gasps.
"Lords.. Ladies, gentlemen. I, Rictiovarus Astraclades Prince of the Blood and Lord of Castille, brother of the Emperor and the man holding you at gunpoint. For months the Emperor has sat dormant with sickness and nobody have been informed. You let a man rule as dictator, ruin our reputation even more.. Shame upon you all... now is time to correct your mistakes. Senators you WILL vote to make me Lord-Protector of the realm, effective immediately. All in favour vote aye."

There was silence.. then the guards raised their rifles again.
"Aye..", one after one spoke

Diplomacy

Rustam Akbar Toshev, who has been Grand Vizier of the Khaganate since 2070, will attend Madrid in person for a diplomatic visit. The Vizier will be most interested in hearing what the Latins have to say. The Latins should not be disappointed that Nursultan himself will not be there, since the Vizier is officially responsible for all matters of diplomacy.

Xotrayjan

IMO threatens European nations

The Islamic Movement of Ozbekiston, a Sunni Islamic terrorist group that the Basmachi government of OKK is trying to eradicate, has released a mostly-empty threat to turn Europe into an Islamic continent under Sharia law. "Caliph" Yusuf Abdullayev promised "an endless riot of terror from the legions of Jihad" until this goal is met. He also threatened "to spill oceans of blood until the global empires of Western decadence have been overthrown".

While this is all ridiculous, the IMO does have the capacity and capability to launch terrorist attacks across the globe, so Nursultan, Khan of Khans, has asked the nations of Europe to ramp up security measures.

The Khaganate regrets the power that terrorists hold in the south of the country and hopes that, God willing, they may one day be eradicated.

Counter-migrations

Anatolian Turks have been returning to Central Asia in droves over the last few years, so much so that they now make up 5% of the population. With the destruction of Istanbul exacterbating this crisis, the Turkish population of Central Asia is expected to increase threefold to 15% in the coming years.

The refugees are being taken in and cared for the by the government, which doesn't mind our Turkish cousins returning to their homeland at all. Other Turkic peoples, such as Gagauz and Magyars, are also invited to return to Central Asia.

Sylvania Clans wrote:

dont know to call him brave or idiotic.

both

FNU wrote:

I smell a mfer who wants to get bombed

Ironic

Also is the new guy in Turkey or one the stans between me and Russia?

Free Jovian Republic wrote:

DAS EIS AUFTAUEN
_{THAWING THE ICE
SEPTEMBER, 2083}

____________________________________________________________________________________________________________

ARKADIEN — "Follow me then." He turned and began guiding them over to the apron that had all the Ornithopters on it. The strange aircraft were like dragonflies, squatted perfectly on 4 mechanical legs with their thin dragonfly-esque wings folded against the sides of the aircraft. As they approached, one of the dragonflies let out a resounding metallic groan as hot exhaust began to come out of the various vents along the tail and body of the Ornithopter.

As the group arrived, the officer stepped onto the ramp of the ornithopter, which lead into the semi-cramped inside of the aircraft. He proceeded to hand each person a headset, "You'll be needing these, Ornithopters unfortunately aren't sound-insulated."

The President looked in awe at the Ornithopter, his son gazing at it in child like wonder as they all began to climb aboard. Toshinori let his Wife and Son enter first before entering last. They each placed on their headsets before adjusting them so they would be tightly fit to make sure all would be well insulated from the noise.

"How many Ornithopters are in service?" President Yagi asked curiously to the officer as he was bracing himself for the takeoff of the aircraft.

Xotrayjan wrote:

A more personal letter reached Unified Empiricus, directed towards both The Queen-Grandmother, Maria and the King. It was short on words, however Maria knew Rictiovarus was like this.

To my sister, Maria.

You're needed back home, an emergency has occurred. Bring Arthur as well, he will most likely want to know. See you soon.

~Ric

_{BALMORAL ESTATE | SCOTLAND}

When the letter arrived it went straight to Queen Mary, otherwise known as Maria to her family in Iberia. As brief as it was, she read it before looking up towards the window, her grandchildren playing out on the grass outside the family estate in Scotland, all but Arthur who was no doubt in his study with the Red Box. She stood up and marched out of the room, her footsteps echoing off the ancient wood and through the hallways before she came to the door of Arthur's study. Without knocking, she opened the door, to which Arthur ceased signing Government papers and looked up to see who it was.

"Granny?" he said, surprised.
Without instantly replying, she closed the door behind her. "...I've just received a letter," she began, "...from Rictiovarus. It's fashionably short of course but he says it's an emergency. Now you know where my loyalties lie, I would ne-"
"You don't need to reassure me of anything." Arthur said, interrupting. "And I know you'd probably go with or without me. I get the feeling he wants me there too."
"Yes, as it happens he's specifically requested you come too." she replied.

Arthur thought for a moment before putting down his pen and putting documents back into the Red Box marked with the words "THE KING" embossed in gold lettering. "Alright. I'll have Martin get us some insight from MI6 we can go over on the way there." he said, to which Mary returned a thankful smile. At that, the King and the Queen Grandmother made arrangements to leave for Iberia immediately.

(Another aside since the meeting seems to still dragging on.)

Lord Saint wondered the halls of his new home. He had been contrite to leave his old keep but, when Pakistan had separated from Sylvania his land's had been reduced greatly. Now here he was in a new keep nestled within the mountain range separating Iran from the Western world. As he walked the halls he passed both Spectors and newly turned. Konrade Von Carstine may have been a insane man both in life and unlife. His actions had left clan Saint spoiled for choices; the Iran conflict had shifted his clan's numbers from a measly five members to now a staggering thirty members.

As he passed the music room he heard a mass of strings playing. Looking in he saw something that made him shake his head. A mass of Spectors waltzed as the music played. What had Lord Saint shaking his head was the choice of ghosts all of them had died in life via beheadings axe, guillotine or, other ways. He was pretty sure he saw the ghost of Le'Marie Antoinette dancing with her love hands in one hand and her head balanced in the other. A headless waltz only in a house of the Saints would you see such a thing. Ducking back out letting the music continued he went back to his self tour of his new home.

Half tempted to touch some the theological stuff I have bumbling about in my head.

Marlottelle wrote:

please tell me

idk

Xotrayjan wrote:

Nobody knows what you're talking about

wild guess is that they are some how seeing the zday statistics.