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Schmidt begins.
“A Mutual Defense pact could be a great place to start. We actually have with us several papers that outline our desires in an alliance. Tybaltus, open the briefcase.”
Andrei Tybaltus complies, opening his briefcase. He produces a binder labeled
“Ventures, pacts, and other operations to consider.”
“Suggestions for talks, really,” says Tybaltus.
“Trade deals can be especially lucrative. New Welmarica has an abundance of natural resources or finished products that we’d be happy to give to you or receive.”
Etheinia and Skerania
ISKA realizing the situation, devises a disturbing plan to strap a local child with a suicide vest and sneak it behind the strongest of opponents and unleash hell. Then after that they push in with a couple technicals and blitzkrieg through the city and ambushing patrols.
Two soldiers run into a house.
"EVERYBODY ON THE GROUND NOW!" - soldier 1
"IF ANYONE DOESN'T YOU'LL BE SHOT! WHERE'S A CHILD!" - soldier 2
"Please, don't kill us, what do you want" - mother
"We want the child. Give him to us and you are granted safety to leave the city." - soldier 2
"Why should we believ- ---" - father
soldier 1 points his rifle at the father, and soldier 2 takes the child. The mother screams "GIVE ME BACK MY SON!" and tries to charge, but the father and eldest child hold her back
The ISKA soldiers leave the building. They tell the child to stay silent and follow them and their orders. They then put on an armed suicide vest rigged with explosives. The explosives combined are strong enough to take out a tank. They sneak behind enemy lines and go into a building and get on top. They activate the explosives to explode in 10 seconds.
The timer starts
the soldiers say "الله طيب الله أكبر!" (God is good, God is great!)
they then throw the child off and it explodes a tank and 16 soldiers. Then they start gunning the soldiers down; one soldier calls the rest of the soldiers, and they come with 5 technical trucks one of the technical trucks armed with an anti-material machine gun and 1 APV
OOC: I am going to point out several issues with this
1. Kind of just a personal gripe, but you are just voiding the ending where I say that the soldiers were hunted down by the Anekh men (personal gripe).
2. Another personal gripe, but I'm just going to be a grammar Nazi here and say that your grammar sucks (personal gripe, you do you).
3. How did you get 2 men behind Anekh lines, especially behind a tank, which, I assume, would be surrounded by Anekh soldiers. I'm also sure the beeping of a timed explosive would've been heard (not exactly the quietest thing), even with the gunfire.
4. 'Gunning the soldiers down', all of your technical trucks are gone, and all you have left are soldiers. And, as you say, there are tanks there, which (given the context) would probably be armed with technical trucks, more Anekh soldiers, etc.
5. 2 soldiers could be disarmed, especially if they're just a ragtag group that decided it was a good idea. But, giving you the benefit of the doubt, they might've just not known how to disarm a person with a rifle or was too scared to.
Anyways, take this how you will.
OOC: for number 1 reinforcements prob should've specified my bad, 2 sorry, I blow at punctuation never was good at it my bad, 3 they go around the city and they time the explosives when they get to the vantage point, 4 they didn't get all the soldiers when they were just shooting prob should have specified my bad, 5 they were keeping a distance and if even one person moves they are shot and I would be pissing my pants if that happened. Sorry for the confusion my bad
Post self-deleted by Izakuria.
Marloan Times
War in Karackistan Continues to Escalate, Marlo Promises more Troops to Baghdad
Recent developments in the conflict in Karackistan have been deemed important enough by the chancellor to deploy a further 5000 troops to Baghdad, bumping the Marloan presence there to 8000. Fighting has yet to reach our forces overseas but reports that the ISK is operating merely thirty minutes from the city, have raised many concerns over safety in the area, so more of our brave men will be charged with defending Baghdad and restoring order to a once beautiful nation.
Construction of Stoker Tower Finishes
Today, construction of the long-awaited Stoker Tower has ended, the tower, while only being about 300 feet tall, adds much to the skyline of Archonia, which is well known to possess very few high-rises, but recent efforts by Mayor Archonovich, cousin of the Chancellor, the city has seen significant growth and is a haven for investors.
"Burn the Preacher" Comes to Shrea
Well-beloved Blackened Deathcore band "Burn the Preacher" performed in Shrea in front of a crowd of 17000 fans. The band is well known for its anti-religious sentiment, satanic imagery and guttural vocals, and never fails to draw in crowds, even many of conservative leanings love the band.
Exsorcial, Makko Oko, Krusilov, and Karackistan
"And I thought we were known for our attitudes," Quik said, still gripping Jonathan's arm. "If you really hated us, you have actually killed us. You didn't need to wait for us to put on our armor, didn't need to just let me pull you along, but you are letting it happen. While it is partially self-preservation, I am certain that you aren't being as aggressive as you could be. Perhaps, since the war, you've gone soft."
Reaper then drew back his arm and then threw the grenade into the glowing hallway. The charge went off and Reaper took a peak, seeing the commandos on the ground, disabled. "Come on, we've got some time here."
The group then quickly made their way to the commandos on the ground. Reaper reached into his pack and grabbed an unusual looking charge set, setting it on the door. While setting it up, Quik looked around. "Reaper, we're not alone down here..."
Suddenly, from both directions, droids rolled into the hallway, set up, and activated shields. Reaper had finished setting up the charge and quickly put up his blaster towards where they were moving and Quik towards where they came from. Suddenly, a door that was behind them opened. On the other side were larger, grey droids, their wrists pointed at the troopers. Behind them was a clunky-looking, thick droid with an unusual head, somewhat similar to the unique droid from before. It laughed in a monotone laugh before vocalizing, "Did you truly believe that we would leave a small guard troop here. While command is setting its charge, I have been preparing for this. Now, you have all walked into my trap and you foolish clones shall be destroyed, and that human shall be executed on Nixit."
Reaper and Quick looked at the tactical droid, then Quik said, "Alright. We'll put down our weapons. Spare the damned idiot with us, he did nothing to you guys."
The tactical droid looked at Quik and it seemed like it was taking a while to process what Quik had just said. "The chances of you clones surrendering was little to none. Explain your logic."
"It's simple logic, but you programmed hunks of junk can't process even the simplest of things. Why would we continue to fight in this situation?"
In the meanwhile, some noises could be heard above, like the sound the drop made earlier. This time, though, it approached much slower, and the droids were still not reacting to it.
A Forever War For Caryton?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Te0lOULYoVQ
Karackistan
Anekhstan
Marlo
Westbeech
Independent eden
The patriotic music, the anthem of the Providence Army of Caryton- filled the rows of recruitment offices all across Caryton. The execution of 12 Carytonic citizens who voluntarily traveled to the region to engage in what the government of Caryton deems 'basic humanitarian work' has enraged the nation. The safety of non-muslims (most particularly Christians) in Karackistan is always a hot topic in the news. The Providence Army of Caryton feels a responsibility to protect Christianity worldwide. While many in Caryton are outraged, the declaration of an outright religious war would be damning to Carytonic foreign relations. Thusly, recruitments have been labeled for 'peacekeeping' missions in Karackistan. Peacekeeping for the oppressed Christian minority, that is.
Caryton has already mobilized an impressive 3,000 male members of the Providence Army (out of fear for their women), and has attempted to contact any Christian-based rebel militias in the nation to provide them a place to land and operate, rather than facing the hostile Karackistani army directly (which would be a serious blow to Caryton's image). They have not left Carytonic soil yet, but it is expected due to logistical constraints, the first wave will be escorted by air.
Westbeech, Makko Oko, The Controlist Ferwerter Union, Izakuria, and 2 othersKrusilov, and Karackistan
...to Infinite Father's Applause
At the cost of a years' construction, the sheer resources required, and the forced death of around 14,000 proletariat laborers, the Infinitude Navy has erected it's third supercarrier, the IES Bloodtide (A modified Project 2300E). The grim grey of the mighty ship's steel would plunge into the icy, polluted depths of Exsorcial's waters, displacing massive waves which shook the ground on which the onlookers stood. As the crew boards their shiny new symbol of totalitarian brutality, a veiled figure smiles at his nation's accomplishment.
Half the nation away, in the capital of Syoneson- Infinite Father bears his teeth in a wicked grin. He looks over the details of the IES Bloodtide and the advantage it gave his otherwise archaic, over-bloated fleet. The Bloodtide, and its two sibling-ships would prove crucial in supporting other aircraft carriers and large fleets as they deployed in far-away lands, something that becomes increasingly possible even for the oft-underestimated Infinitude Navy.
He also looks over a manila folder, containing satellite images of neighboring Izakuria. It seemed that by the expansion of military facilities, the nation's army was expanding, and fast. Infinite Father knew this phenomenon all too well. Izakuria's leader was paranoid, and taking drastic damage control measures before his fallacies would be exploited. Izakuria's leader probably didn't know the deep logistical divides there were between the nations, only merely looking at the staggering statistics of the Infinitude Army.
Perhaps it was time to build the bloc he'd always dreamt of... and with a valuable potential ally in the ISK/ISA too...
Khovezzem, Ferwert, Suraiya- they would all be no more once events start swaying in his favor.
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Through secure communications channels, several online files would be sent seemingly out of nowhere, with the source address being some obscure part of the deep web. The target address is clear: for Nikolai Tarnev's eyes only.
A short description of the Exsorcialain geo-political concept of state-sanctioned evil, the process of communication and collaboration between autocracies to subvert and destabilize enemies through funding, agitation, disinformation, or military force.
A schizophrenic description of the ideology of Infinitism
this information is publicly available
January the 13th, 2021,
Never have I seen such a society fall so quickly. At our Party's doing, the mundane has collapsed and given way to the most primal desires of the human psyche. Inefficiency is no more. It is our ideological belief that death of all things, all ideas, and all beings save for the Party shall bring about the perfection so stupidly chased after by foreign politicians that dare call themselves philosophers. They, the corrupted and abominable foreigners, do not understand that we are our own sworn enemy. A government without hypocrisy is a government that truly stands in exemplar. We are only truly equal in death. Death is the state of nothingness in which imperfection is gone and worries are irrelevant. Thusly, modern philosophers are unknowingly trying to emulate the state of death.
Governments cover-up information. In even those poor excuses for totalitarian societies, the people have gotten used to handouts. The people think they rule the society on their selfish mob whims. The people in their 'protests' and 'revolts' fail to concede the fact that their demands are merely part of the bandwagon, a mere stop in the cycle of the life of a government. Thusly, I propose the following hypothesis: if the people don't even have the power to decide what to eat, then the semantics of liberty and efficient rule become ineffective. Remove the choices from the people and sooner or later-- typically after three-to-five years-- they shall comply. Invariably, if you remove the choices from the people they will not have the desire to want anything.
Infinitism, in the grand life-cycle of the government, is personally considered to be the 'afterlife' of a civilized society. It is the heaven and the hell, the nirvana and the Valhalla, the void and the supernova.
Infinitism goes a certain measure beyond the typical flow of events in normal governmental debate. Instead of covering information up, a brutal transparency will be much more efficient. If you were, for example, to execute five thousand people by a horrible measure such as napalm, it would serve the interest of the government to not only declare it had happened as such, but boast about it to the governed. Invariably, the masses will be desensitized to the violence and shall later encourage it. Give out extra meal cards for those who attend hangings, give children large sums of candy for turning in their family members.
Infinitism is not an evil ideology because it imposes evil on the people. Infinitism is thought to be wicked for it makes use of the evil embedded into humans. It breeds opportunists, it provides a sufficient incentive for the worst we have to offer, used for our own revolutionary causes.
Liberty is a falsification of human standards. If human standards are liquid, then by the natural law of order liberty is liquid. Liquid is unreliable. It has no standard, no shape. If it is spilled, the lack of cohesiveness sends it sprawling. Therefore, a strong government makes for greater unity. Democratic societies take on the form of water. Authoritarian societies take on the form of wood- which appears strong at first but splinters under pressure from internal and external factors. Infinitist societies take on the form of solid diamond. To have infinite control for infinity is the single goal of our society.
Oligarchy as a system has been ruthlessly criticized, but no matter how devoted the weak-minded foreign intellectuals try, there exists and shall always exist a class system. Those destined for menial labor, those destined for a life of military valor, those destined for bureaucracy, and those destined to rule. The former two classes need no intellectual possessions, for they labor and produce, protect and glorify. As compensation, they are provided food and housing.
Salaries are nothing but an expense on the economy. For when the government stores and produces raw materials such as gold for foreign spending and propping up the Inner Party, the common masses only need an internal monitor of credit. Thusly, my colleagues in the Absolute Revolutionary Infinitist Party and I had created the Ration Credit. It is nothing but a paper ticket awarded for labor and public events to be exchanged for food and necessities. And aside from the proles whose inevitable flea markets shall use this ticket among themselves in isolation and irrelevance, the credit mainly shall exist as a form for the government to control the public distribution system. It is ingenious, for the few people dangerous to our society in the form of the Outer Party's intellectuals will be perpetually reliant on us to give them permission to eat. And because the Ministry of Rations has ingeniously devised a system to control the educated to be hanging above the poverty line by a thread. If somebody is to act out of accordance, they shall starve. If there shall be a riot, the price of goods will be altered to where even those who hoard credits will not be able to afford a loaf of bread. The masses will forevermore be grovelling at our boots in a perpetual plead for the bare minimum of resources. And they shall turn to the proles for resources, and at that point they will have committed a capital crime and will have sufficient reason for detainment and execution if the proles out of resentment have not already killed them out of emotional fatigue. This is the power of Infinitism.
The concept of state-sanctioned evil is not a new concept. It is merely the bare truth revealed and enlarged for the world to see how their policies really work. An immediate and fiery collapse to the global social order is the end goal, it is humanity giving in to the bloodlust it has repressed for millennia. For when all humans are dead and only the Party's monuments and ideals remain on the Earth, then and only then shall things be perfect. To intervene in foreign "civilized" societies is merely to accelerate the inevitable. Chaos is merely destiny disguised in disorder.
In the course of two weeks, the progression towards an idealized society is underway. This period is naturally the riskiest one over the projected course of Exsorcial's entire existence. If the state as an institution guided by the Party is to last, then the voices of dissent must be pacified. The young are patriotic, the masses are reveling in emotions untapped since the period of our primitive ancestors, and thus the only threat is the silent moderates, those who had an objectively "decent" life and like a toddler with its candy revoked are now crying bloody murder. The twist to the neck must be swift and decisive, else the Absolute Revolutionary Infinitude Party shall collapse.
If there is one benevolent aspect to this introductory period, it is that out of fear the dissidents are in hiding. Therefore, it is impossible for the foreign powers to intervene while we are still in our infancy. For in order to get in touch with an isolated person, the person must first climb out of their hiding hole, where we the poachers wait patiently.
In the spirit of the Infinitist Revolution, I declare with all of the hatred festering in my soul and all the power in my hands that the end of the modern era begins now. Like a spotlight shining against prey in the corner, the true nature of humanity has been revealed: naked, vile, and primal. Those who fight against the carnal and malevolent truth are those in denial, those obsessed with material possessions and the status quo. These ensuing years shall be a battle between the self-enlightened and the mentally-fallible masses.
I write in the hopes that these ideas come to flourish within those dissatisfied and trapped within their redundant lives, those sick of being ruled by people who invariably deserve to die. Like a child who wishes a gory fate towards their lifelong bullies, we together shall ruin the lives of the ruling order and force them into fear and squalor before the flames of our just evil shall scorch them shades of obsidian black.
The pursuit of murder is the pursuit of joy. The pursuit of revolution is the pursuit of truth. The pursuit of death is the pursuit of glory.
- Infinite Father
A map of ISK-controlled territories in Karackistan and Anekhstan, with gun, ideology, and money icons being pointed into them with arrows.
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The offer is clear- communication for the greater good- and ultimately the triumph of two similar nations over the world deep state.
Makko Oko, The Controlist Ferwerter Union, Izakuria, and Karackistan
Longing
A young man, only 15 years old- longingly looks out of his third-story window at the rain-drenched night of Khon Ngai's outskirts. The astral music is temporarily muffled by the sound of thunder and downpour. The neon lights of this poor outskirt district, only a couple of minutes' drive from "Khon Seng" territory, were distant bokeh dots in his mind. Lightning illuminated his worn features for a moment, before he was immersed back in the darkness that came from the room's dim lighting. The Church of Positivity had erected an unusual kind of dojo- a walled-off and well-secured apartment complex which had essentially become a compound.
He was thankful for the kind roommates, the comfortable room- but he still longed. With the memories of running away from his abusive father still fresh in his mind, he especially longed for the Teacher to come visit him someday. The thought of that smiling and bearded guru made the teenager's soul stir and throat tighten. A slight smile crept onto his face.
The Church of Positivity had skyrocketed in size in Suraiya as a result of Ariano's trial, propaganda animation, and proselytizing efforts in the slums. An additional 300,000 members of varying economic and social backgrounds had all signed themselves away to convert into the church. The Church's growth in Caryton and other nations has stagnated. Apartment compounds like these are becoming more common in urbanized areas, as droves of people join the secluded and mystical sect.
The stunning growth of Ariano's clique in Khon Seng in particular may be extremely worrying to the Truong Mao clique, as the Church has strategically converted members just outside of their territory in order to deliberately establish sub-dojos out of their houses, which count as religious buildings and thus are used to broadcast their music, mantras, and calls to action, most often against the Truong Mao gang. Behind those sub-dojos are the larger dojos and new compounds, which effectively have begun cutting off the demand for drugs for all the local gangs as the church targets not only the addicts, but the mules. This happens as more and more people sign up (or are whisked away) to the salvation training to destroy their addictions.
And it seems that the Church seems to be mobilizing more and more converts into the slums each day to continue the humanitarian work.
Makko Oko, Sadripoor, and The Controlist Ferwerter Union
"No, I'm simply very aware of the kind of monsters we were. It's hard to lay all the blame at your feet, though many still do."
, he told Quik while remaining on lookout. Which honestly wasn't necessary since they had apparently walked into a trap anyways and Jonathan, who knew well when the game was over, quickly raised his hands, showing his palms so as to show that he was certainly unarmed.
To his surprise, the clones did similar things which confused him just as much as the robot. Then again, perhaps they did it solely because they has a VIP with him that wasn't supposed to be harmed. Granted, given that they intended to execute him on Nixit, he doubted that being taken without a fight made much of a difference, instead he said:
"Nixit? Again? Please, I've already been there and-"
He stopped to listen, hearing an all too familiar sound again. Oh for crying out loud they really were trying to kill him! For a moment he considered throwing it but these robots were going to gun him down if he tried so this wasn't an option. Instead he shifted the subject mid sentence, continuing with:
"However, I am very interested in perhaps acquiring a more lenient sentence and am fully prepared to cooperate. For example, I do have here with me the tool which these Westbeechian fleshbots used to break out. I'd sleep more soundly if you were to confiscate it before they attempt to drag me along on yet another escape attempt.
As he said so he pulled out the black box and held it out towards the droids, giving them the most helpful citizen face he could put up. Internally however he was screaming for them to be quick and take it and put some distance between themselves. He had avoided becoming a pancake the first time, he wasn't looking forward to becoming one this time around.
Moments later, from either part of the hallway, similar pods to before smashed through, but this time they opened automatically with three troopers exiting each. With the debris overwhelming the shield generators of the round droids, they were easily destroyed while Quik and Reaper each put a shot into the red dots on the larger droids in front of the tactical droid. They then each put bolts into the tactical droids chest before Quik approached and ripped its head off. "But this simple logic is that you droids can't win against us because we're always a step ahead."
Reaper then set off the charge, which slowly worked its way around the door before creating a small explosion and blew the doors onto the ground. It opened up to a large room, filled with wires, screens, droids, and a large machine in the middle. "Let's take that damned chip and get ourselves out of here!"
The clones rushed in to get behind cover while firing upon the droids that had been manning the consoles under the screens. Only a few of the droids were armed and were quickly dispatched. Of the droids working the consoles, none left standing, but the droids on the machine had already put their hands up. "Wait, don't shoot! We've got no weapons and we haven't done anything!"
Reaper walked up to the one with yellow paint on its head and body and said, "Well if you're innocent, then get us that chip and we'll be on our merry way."
The droid saluted. "Y-y-y-yes sir," and the droids quickly got to work with the machine, pressing all kinds of controls until a slide came out of the middle of the machine, causing it to quickly shut down. "Here, just please don't shoot."
"Oh don't worry, we're not gonna shoot ya." He said, having the rest of the clones leave the room. "But we are going to leave you buried in here." The clones then placed down small metallic boxes where the doors once were before pressing a button on them, creating large barriers over where the doors were before.
Reaper held the chip in his hands, looking over it, before placing it into his belt. "Now let's move to the surface, we've got a battle to finish, and we're running out of droids."
OkoTV News/Oko Online
Today's Date: July 27th, 2022
[HEADLINES] Broadcasting Tax Officially Established, Set At 350
Category: Finances
Today, after almost a week of silence, the newly established TV Licensing Team has announced the first ever broadcasting tax, which was set at 350 Slotto's a year. Also in the announcement, was the official introduction of a monthly payments option, where you pay 29 Slotto's a month until the license is paid off, then you begin paying again. According to the TV Licensing Team, this license is known as a "perpetual license", where you pay in tiny increments instead of one full, lump sum, and is good for people who can't afford to pay the full tax.
In the description for the Perpetual License on TV License's website, it states that "The perpetual broadcasting license is 29 SLO's a month, and the duration of the license is 1 month, to be extended upon receiving the next payment". Furthermore, TV Licensing Executive Director Connie Fleischer said in a statement to OkoTV, "You can think of the perpetual license as more of a lifetime option. You pay the license only once a month, and the license is only a month long in duration before it expires, extending upon receiving the next payment. It's a separate option from the original license that we were already planning on offering, and should benefit a lot of people."
Given the official establishment of the broadcasting tax's cost, it is set to take effect in 1 month, on August 27th, 2022, where thereafter, the crimes and enforcement provisions of the Broadcasting Act take effect, and you can be prosecuted for not having a broadcasting license, unless you hold an exception.
Excerpt from Westbeechian Press. Romania, Westbeech
As the soldiers awaited orders in Damascus, orders came through to authorize a full-sized war-time assault battalion, consisting of 868 troopers. The troopers were dispatched from Westbeech to arrive in Karackistan and reinforce the troops that awaited contact from the local government. Along with the reinforcements would be the supplies to establish a larger operational base in order to ensure greater efficiency and communication capabilities. Proper supplies and weapons were also being dispatched to fulfill the requirements of meeting the standard of an assault battalion.
Lilie is quoted in saying, "The resistance against these nations represents the greatest moving threat against continent-wide stability. The deployment of a true battalion of soldiers ensures that we are able to serve that stability."
Jonathan dove for the ground when the ceiling broke yet again, once again letting the conflict pass him by overhead. Well, up until one of those large grey robots collapsed onto him, forcing all air from his lungs and as soon as he got it back, he started cursing as he wriggled out underneath the heavy robot.
The Westbeechians had already gotten further of course, breached their target area and somehow enlisted the help of the other robots, solidifying Jonathan's belief that the only actual difference between the two sides' soldiers was that one was made from flesh and another from metal...well, that and the other possessed clear material superiority.
When Reaper exited with the rest of his copies, expressing his desire to jump into further battle while wasting equipment the way only the professionals of the old days would, Jonathan finally got back up and dusted himself off, deciding to say:
"I wasn't aware that participation in a battle was mandatory. Where do I rescind my application for it?"
"Well unless you want to get buried in this hellhole, then I suggest you keep up." They continued down the hallway and turned into a staircase, going back up to the surface. There, Westbeechian soldiers had already pushed into the facility and were busy destroying the machinery. Outside, three massive walkers could be seen with their heads facing different directions, firing on different targets while smaller walkers swiftly moved. Floating armored vehicles were also about, although they were mostly stationed where the troopers were entering.
Most of the droids and vehicles had already left the facility and were fighting on the other end the Westbeechians were entering from, although most had already left the building. "Come on, our brothers have nearly encircled these droids. We just have to push them to the brink." And so the troopers advanced cover to cover, firing upon the droids and disabling whatever Alliance equipment they came across. Over the building, the sound of TIE fighters could be heard, signaling that supremacy had already been well-established. Reaper turned to the men and said, "See, it was just that crappy shield they use. Nothing a couple of Westbeech's finest can't handle."
4:20AM
In the cold darkness of the Rumarte night, but this night was different, nearing the border of Independent eden there was a loud boom and blue flash of light. For some people during this a small fifteen-second black out occurred. Some trackers showed there was a strange anomalous surge of energy in the atmosphere. It wasn't a surge of energy that could be shrugged off; it was too big to be lightning and it wasn't raining. Whatever it was there has to be an explanation...
The Etheinian delegates review the papers for a minute before giving their response.
Persikov speaks first. "We appreciate the offer for a mutual defense pact, but Etheinian foreign policy doctrine requires that we avoid entangling alliances in order to maintain strategic flexibility. This does not mean that we are fully ruling out a such a pact for the future, but we would like to have a more established relationship first, so that we can better analyze the cost and benefits before moving forward."
"In the meantime, we would like to offer a military cooperation & intelligence sharing agreement as a short-term alternative. This would allow coordination of Etheinian and Welmarican military operations and provide for defense against common adverseries, providing much of the same benefits of a mutual defense pact without the risk of entanglement. We would also be interested in conducting joint military exercises between our two countries in order to better prepare for future conflicts."
"In terms of trade deals, we could certainly accept an agreement to reduce tariffs and other barriers to trade between our nations." Schuchert says. "We could also incorporate a New Welmarican division into our new export-import bank, to help increase ease-of-doing-business between foreign corporations."
Karackistan found Uranium lurking underneath all this sand and sandstone and started mining it. ISKA realized this and started to buy it in a shady exchange from some corrupt officials willing to do so. This caught the attention of the Red Arrows, an extremist group originating in Krusilov, who in exchange for some of the uranium they give ISKA Weapons, ammo, and vehicles, among other things. At 2:32AM a ISKA captain made a deal with a Red Arrows commander. We need to break up this relationship.
"Just another day in the glorious army of the Grand Duchy..."
, Jonathan muttered as he planted his face on the ground and proceeded to advance in the safest way possible. Flat to the ground and crawling from cover to cover. At some point he'd have to find a wash salon to get his suit cleaned, probably also acquire spare outfits. Once again he cursed Lee or rather their new masters for just immediately throwing him into this without any preparation time. There was so much stuff he could've brought with him, things he would've taken care of before leaving. But nope, just up and away with him.
Was he following the clones at a snail's pace? Yes. Did he care? No. Afterall, he wasn't the one wearing laserproof armour and as such his life was additionally endangered in these situations his escorts continued to throw him into. Which did make him wonder, what would happen if he actually got killed because of their carelessness? A shrug and some scavenging? Or summary execution for failure in the line of duty.
In either case, Jonathan preferred to not die in the first place and as such continued to keep his head down and continued to crawl along the floor, beginning to take breaks behind pieces of solid cover because his muscles were starting to ache from this rather exhausting way of moving.
Nikolai Tarnev gets up in the morning, another day of work.
He enters the office once more, a map emblazed upon the wall.
Looking from left to right, he notices a small island that he didn't before. Bold letters stood just above the island. The word read 'Khovezzem'.
One memory after another, he started to realize whom they were, how they were also against Exsorcial.
Nikolai quickly went to contact the leader for a meeting, he needed to talk about the up-and-coming threat.
OOC: kinda short (the next post will be bigger if you accept the m e e t i n g).
Etheinia and Universal union of the combine empire
OOC: “Stop, stop, he’s already dead!”
Seriously, what’s the point of condemning a nation that no longer exists, other than for meaningless NS clout?
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