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GENOSAN T-17 PLANE CRASHED IN CILIEGI-TORRERA'GI, PILOT RECOVERED ALIVE

A couple of days ago, a Genosan T-17 was detected by radars and due to the constantly lowering altitude of the target, has not been engaged.

Attempts to establish contact with the plane have failed as well, and as a result, a Recon Group of 2 Libero crews and an APC with military medical staff were dispatched to find the plane.

In about an hour after the actual crash was documented, the pilot was found in the wreck, alive, but unconscious. He was quickly recovered from the wreck and then brought to a civilian hospital in Boscociliegi.

The pilot, who remains anonymous and was assigned a nickname in order to avoid his actual identity being public, later woke up and recovered relatively quickly.

He was questioned a bit and all the info was then verified, and as a result, was then questioned if he wanted to stay in Extremium for asylum or not.

The pilot complimented Boscociliegi and liked his stay, but he wanted to return home.

Quote "I loved my stay here... thank you for treating me so well, I was suprised every corner...but I have family at home and I really cannot get myself to abandon them, and also have an airforce to serve in."

He was then shipped to the border with Genosa and turned in with a small gift basket for him as a "get better soon" sign.

We wish the very best for the anonymous pilot!

Military engineers have cleaned up the wreck, and luckily, the crash itself was in an isolated field, so nobody was hurt.

Torturia, Republic Of Turmis, Cacachia

Post by Republic Of Turmis suppressed by Vladis.

Republic Of Turmis

The EUF and GATO will send troops to help our ally Axistan, and we will also send sailing material to help Axistan with the ENEMIES OF ITS NATION and with humanitarian aid packages, we must not let the bad guys do more damage.

Torturia, Ishiski, Precceton

The naval brass get the emperor on their side...

After a routine meeting of the military command, the powerless imperial senate, the emperor and the assorted group of old nobles, the naval command asked for a budget raise directly from the emperor. The emperor obliged and allowed for wiggle room in the budget, essentially giving them a blank cheque. The Thorbian navy consisting largely of outdated yet numerous destroyers and other ironclads is looking a bit old in the tooth. So it is time for a razzle dazzle of new engineering and building of a couple new state-of-the-art vessels. This will also mean jobs for the blue collar worker and spots for new engineers to shine in the arms industry. The Thorbian state news agency reiterates that such a move is to not be taken as an act of aggression, but as a public works project.

God save the emperor.

Idevk, Ishiski, Republic Of Turmis, Precceton

NATIONAL NEWS NETWORK

LADY MACKENZIE: SEA FARING NAVY!

As the first woman to hold the office of Consul, Lady Mackenzie wastes no time in enacting change. Her office announces today her trip to Lausinne, a city in the Precceton Confederation. Lady Mac intends to sign the Lausinne Pact, a three-way non-aggression treaty between the Republic of Askrieg, Thorbia, and Precceton. It also details the procurement of Askrieg's first Carrier Group.

"The Caspian Gulf is a strategic passageway into Southern Eurasia. It is imperative we establish control of the Gulf." Lady Mac said, on her way to the Consulate plane, "Task Group One, will also serve as a foundation for future Askrieg Navy expansion. It will model the operational capability of the Carrier Group." When being asked about the non-aggression pact, Lady Mac responded, "It is about time we have an alliance of significant importance. The Konstanin Strait, the Gondwanan Archipelago; these are all strategic positions affecting all of Talonia. Regional alliances are a thing of the past, it is time for cross-continental partnership in defense."

Idevk, Tarukistanate, Extremium, Precceton

The Rise Of The Naydox Riflemen.

“You’re listening to Radio Free Birobidjan, the last free radio station in Birobidjan.”

“Shalom listeners, I’m your host *BEEP*. These chants have been echoing from the streets of Naydox all day, “The world will be freed and be healed by this hero, who will dive to the root of its wound!” These are lyrics from the song In Zaltskin Yam that were chanted during the 1920 Revolution. They are now being chanted by civilians in Naydox who have rallied behind a new Anarchist Group. This group is called the Naydox Riflemen, and they are led by General Ava Katz. Despite what their name suggests, the group were not founded in Naydox, they were founded in a shtetl on the outskirts of Naydox. Their army consists mainly of volunteers from the neighboring shtetl.

Ava Katz has declared herself an Anarchist who is fighting for the rights of the peasants, though unlike The Northern Anarchists led by Saul Asher, she has not set up any system of government beyond military rule. Her critics have called her a warlord for this and for her efforts to get the clergy to support the rifleman.

Rumors are spreading that Katz has gone off to meet with Asher to discuss a possible alliance between the two groups, though there is no proof to certify this claim. Only time will tell what happens to Naydox.

End of Broadcast.

Idevk, Tarukistanate, Askrieg, Ishiski, Cacachia

Precceton 12PM news

War in the Sahara!

Breaking news! A cargo ship called the Horizon and its cruiser escort have been destroyed carrying supplies and food to Axistan to support its war effort. ItÂ’s believed an Arcanian terrorist infiltrated the crew of the cruiser escort and planted an explosion in the ammo depot. The ship split in half and the shrapnel disabled the Horizon. Both ships sank within 2 hours. This news came while war representative Halloway and Sir Brewster were in Lausinne meeting with the leaders of our new naval treaty co-signatories. So a speech was given by HallowayÂ’s Junior representative, Charlie Brooks.

“This travesty cannot be ignored! The death of soldiers and civilians of a neutral nation while in international waters? Do these terrorists know no bounds?! The representatives of the federal assembly have decided, this is war!”

We shall continue to cover the war 24/7

ThatÂ’s all for breaking news

Askrieg, Axistan, Cacachia

Extremian International Informational Announcement

NIGHTS OF LIGHT INCOMING + CLOSURE OF ALL AIRSPACE AROUND EXTREMITY HEIGHTS

We would like to announce to the entire world that there is going to be a NO FLY ZONE enforced around Extremity Heights in a radius of 500 KILOMETERS.

You will not be shot down, you will not be forced to land, you will crash due to your own actions.

What will happen will completely blind any pilot and render any pilot being able to see Extremity Heights at that range vulnerable to losing control due to the blindness.

As a result, Everyone working non-necessary jobs were sent home.

People able to work from home were asked to work from home.

Glory to Extremian Democracy.

End of Transmission.

Askrieg, Cacachia

Post by Republic Of Turmis suppressed by Vladis.

Republic Of Turmis

While the different sectors are improving, the scientific sector will also improve to achieve great advances, and the military sector is already improving faster than expected and weapons production is skyrocketing.

Astro Turmis has already built a large part of the rocket.

Mass protests in Chyrak

Reporter: This is Ulveham TV, bringing you the news.

Reporter: Starting with many protests because of civil rights in these following cities: North & South Ajlar, Clia, Cada and Delis. The mass protest will be going on for 2 months as many protesters announced.

Reporter: Anyways, we hope you stay safe and good night.

Emperors Office

22 Hours

Speaker turns on

Hello? Emperor?

Yes, hello.

Bad news. We have reached Torturia, and our troops are engaged in combat

That's great news! What's bad about it?

Sir, they were ready for us and shot down at us as we pulled in. We need backup, immediately.

What about the tanks?

We split up, and we have no position where they are whatsoever. Send back up please. *Bomb dropping in the background* Oh crap, I gotta go!

*Speaker shuts off*

Emperor sits in silence for one minute before ordering more troops to be sent to Torturia.

Emperor thinks this one thought before falling asleep: Were is my son?

Republic Of Turmis wrote:While the different sectors are improving, the scientific sector will also improve to achieve great advances, and the military sector is already improving faster than expected and weapons production is skyrocketing.

Astro Turmis has already built a large part of the rocket.

With heavy heart I must inform you that your posts are voided, with reasons:

1. RP posts must be at least 100 words in length to ensure substance and quality. -RA BILL #1, RMB ETIQUETTE

2. Unrealistic. A nation with your GDP should not have progressed so quickly in a few RP days. Build progress within reasonable context.

3. In the future, it would help to specify what sectors progress in what levels. It would easier to grasp and more realistic. Perhaps it would help if you focus on one sector of industry per post to be more concise.

Ishiski

Post self-deleted by Moukden And Kirin.

Post by Maxitown suppressed by Moukden And Kirin.

Maxitown

bruh, why does this dude named idevk keep messaging me

Maxitown wrote:bruh, why does this dude named idevk keep messaging me

In case you haven't noticed, he's the founder of the region. Please follow all instructions sent by IDEVK.

Tarukistanate

URANIUM DEPOSIT FOUND IN WESTERN KHANBALIK

A substantial uranium deposit has been uncovered in Western Khanbalik. It is estimated to be of significant size and quality and, according to Project Director Chuluu Borgijin, promises to reshape the landscape of nuclear energy in Kirin. The find occurred during routine geological surveys in the outskirts of the Taichar district, which had not been previously explored for any mining deposits, let alone uranium deposits. Geologists and mining experts were astonished when initial tests revealed elevated levels of uranium in the soil samples. Further comprehensive assessments confirmed the presence of a substantial deposit with high-grade uranium ore.

Environmentalists are calling for responsible mining practices to prevent any adverse effects on the local ecosystem. Additionally, questions arise about the geopolitical implications of newfound uranium deposits, as the location of the mine is relatively close to the residential districts. However, Borgijin thinks otherwise.

"This discovery is a game-changer for the energy industry. The quality and quantity of uranium we've uncovered here could significantly contribute to my payche- I mean the development of clean energy in Kirin. Who cares if a few rednecks live near the mine? Our initiative is way more important."

Excavation and extraction have begun recently as the mine begins to attract more attention, particularly from the government. With the potential to revolutionize the energy sector, the newfound uranium deposit opens the door to a future where nuclear power may play a more prominent role in meeting Kirin's massive energy demands without polluting the environment. More news will be provided soon.

Tarukistanate

AXISTAN DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE

Following the recent sinking of Precceton cargo ships, all Maritime vessels seeking passage through the Sahara Sea will be given escort by Axistan Maritime Service destroyers and Aircraft.

In the event the convoy comes under attack, the captains are to instruct their crews to abandon ship immediately and flee to the nearest coastline. Should the attack be fended off, they will be cleared to return to their ship and complete their voyage.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

June 5th, 2027.

Extremity Heights' offskirts... somewhere in Man'haka City.

A place which is rumored to be ruled by a syndicate originating in Kirovia. At first it was under the radar, but more investigations managed to drag the SDA into an investigation... There's quite a few people already working as informants, even those that are a part of The Middle.

Yet if they wanted to see closer, they had to move to other things.

So walked.... DIVINITY, and HOPE - two of the coolest heads the SDA can offer.

One having been a priest from Kirovia, and the other being the most rational and the brain of SDA.

DIVINITY: "Ah. I want to visit that bakery over there on our way out, please."

HOPE: "...I did not expect you to have such a sweet tooth, DIVINITY."

They kept on walking, as HOPE and DIVINITY stood out like sore thumbs. Wearing pretty unusual yet too formal clothing... DIVINITY had her own uniform resembling that of a priest, but optimized for fighting yet... that's what made her stand out.

They passed by a scene.. as a couple of extremely built up women covered in tattoos and wearing nothing more than tank tops, or just purple unbuttoned shirts and bandages underneath were beating the everliving life out of some poor bystander there... Some even wore chains as their standard garment. Weird.

They stopped for a second...

DIVINITY: "That's... that's so wrong..."

HOPE: "Don't interfere... it's just not worth it. We're here to see what's going on, not do justice. That belongs to the other teams."

And so they kept walking.

DIVINITY: "They have golden chains and tattoos."

HOPE: "I would be lying if I said that it's not normal here... they all do that here. From what our intel suggests... they have Big Brothers... Big Sisters... A lot of interesting positions."

DIVINITY glanced over at HOPE...

DIVINITY: "What is this syndicate called?"

HOPE: "The Middle."

Despite the city being relatively unknown to public for longer times, it's very developed. Sky-high buildings, mansions, stores, even malls! There's a specifically high amount of clubs, bars, and general entertainment-esque places. The streets are, much to surprise, being kept clean too...

To call this city a 'ghetto' would be a severe insult to many living here. Bright Neon lights that are mostly a shade of purple and pink, alongside massive searchlights moving from one place to another, giving another tone of purple to the city. It was rather beautiful, HOPE thought...

HOPE smiled a bit...

HOPE: "...Feels just like home."

DIVINITY: "Not a very different place compared to Extremity Heights, am I wrong? ...Hm. I think we can gawk at this sight later when we pick up something to eat on our way out. How about we move?"

HOPE pulled out a small notebook...

HOPE: "...Well, we need to turn right here. The suspect bar should be right down the road."

DIVINITY: "Wasn't it a club?"

HOPE: "Aren't they the same..?"

DIVINITY: "...Hm... Let me think..."

After walking a couple of streets, with a multitude of unpleasant stares coming their way, they see an enormous club. The giant Neon Sign on the entrance of it just says - 'THE FINGERS'. Perhaps it was the right place..?

They walked quietly, seeing the neon sign... and stopped, staring up at it...

DIVINITY: "Not that I would know... but I am more than certain that bars are specifically for drinking. Clubs are both.. entertainment, drinking, partying."

HOPE let out an exhausted sigh...

HOPE: "Why do you know more about the specifics of such places than I do..?"

As they were standing still, there were around 7 people standing across the street, staring the two down. Oh boy, do they give the two agents their 'I hate you' stares. Clear tension could be felt...

They starred them back, giving them soft looks..

...A few actual guys, and a couple of Extremian people too judging by the skin...

Or just the general body size if it were a female.

They were visibly spitting on the pavement, crackling their fists, and just standing rather hatefully. One of them even grabbed the chain on the arm and started spinning it, as if it was a weapon. To a degree, it was one.

HOPE: "...Make no eye contact."

DIVINITY: "Yes sir. With God."

And so they walked right across the street... to the place...

Crossing the street, the ten people block further passage for the two. Bumping into one would've been a mistake, and much to their thankfulness, they've stopped on time.

The supposed leader of this small group spoke up...

"Yo. What did you SDA f[-]cks forgot on our turf? You better get your gutter out of here before I break your ribs."

Not a nice way to start the conversation.

HOPE: "Greetings, we've just come to see what this place is. We're curious."

Leader: "Uhuh. Just 'checking out the place'? Lies. We know how much you love to snoop around. State your actual reasoning."

Much to nobody's surprise, they didn't trust HOPE nor DIVINITY at all.

DIVINITY cleared her throat a bit...

DIVINITY: "...DIVINITY is thirsty. DIVINITY heard clubs have drinks. DIVINITY wants to get some water of cola if she is allowed to."

HOPE was surprised... yet it didn't show on his face. As if that's how she always talked...

Huh... The hell? This DIVINITY gal really sounds like she's no harm.

And dressed up like a priest... that's cute.

The leader of the group stared both of them down, eventually sighing...

Leader: "Tch.. Fine, but don't do anything stupid, or else you might not get out of this alive.. at least one of you.."

He said, sounding as if defeated; and to a degree, he was.

With that said, the group does one, big collective sigh, and lets them through.

DIVINITY: "Yaaaay! DIVINITY thanks you mister!"

She said with a straight face, and hopped on in...

HOPE: "H-Hey, don't rush in, DIVINITY."

And he quickly went in after her...

As the members were left alone, one of the middle sisters facepalmed, blushing...

Flustered Middle Sister: "...She's so f[-]cking cute man I-I can't--!"

The leader of the group quietly pulled out his personal 'Book of Vengence', and wrote down...

Leader: "You're getting no access to the club for a week." ...a rather comical punishment.

Meanwhile, back inside..

DIVINITY and HOPE now walked inside, looking around the place and memorizing details carefully, not too enthusiastically...

The club was bright with purple and pink, among other colors. The music was playing at - what felt like - 500% volume. To the surprise of no one, there were a lot of people.

Getting themselves familiar with everything in the case of a fight or die scenario... but man, the music and the colors were distracting...

The club contained a whole bar, and a restaurant lounge; among comfy seats and tables.

As soon as they reached the tables... DIVINITY's face started to look a bit discomforted.

And she softly grabbed onto her head...

DIVINITY: "The thumping is going to split my head open... I hope we don't need to stay here for long..."

HOPE: "Fascinating... they have the best sound pannelling here."

DIVINITY groaned a bit, speaking out weakly...

DIVINITY: "It isn't like they're all poor or this is a ghetto of sorts. We're still in Extremium..."

HOPE: "Yeah. That's true. I am curious about how this place is so unknown to be called a backstreet despite it being on par with Extremity Heights."

DIVINITY: "O-Okay okay, but I wasn't lying about the cola part. I'm ordering a cola..."

HOPE: "I didn't know you could play a girl like that..."

DIVINITY: "Don't question it..."

She looked away, blushing a bit from embarrassment.

The club was relatively busy, with everyone around having fun. Nobody's noticed the presence of the two.. not yet anyway.

If we got noticed, I hope that we don't have the entire club stop for us.

Sat HOPE, thinking that...

HOPE: "...Slam your staff if you need help. I'll make sure I see you anywhere."

He got up...

DIVINITY: "..Oh... right... of course..."

The club was surely busy. Everybody drinking, talking, playing poker and such. Even pointing out something in their weird books that he has seen... Makes HOPE wonder if being on their side is fun.

HOPE thought to himself...

Just approaching them and asking for the supposed "Big Sister" isn't going to end well.

Walking between the tables, he had hidden his SDA patch, making himself not stick out thanks to his clothes... as he blended in with the other, normally dressed customers.

With that done, he sees a fairly big table, yet it was occupied by only two people. A girl in her 20's, with bright orange hair and eyes, wearing white jeans and.. Only a hawaiian-esque unbuttoned purple shirt, much like the rest of the Middle. Upon further inspection, she wears nothing underneath, but a couple of bandages around her 'chest' area. Compared to the rest, her tattoos were much bigger and lengthier, so were the chains; probably symbolizing her status as the 'Big Sister'.

And yet, she was casually sitting sideways on a man next to her, with her hand wrapped around his shoulder and the neck. Similar fashion - purple tattoos, white jeans, golden chains. However, he was wearing a single tank top, and looked rather.. massive, compared to the girl. His gaze wasn't a joke either, looking tired - yet angry and calm at the same time. Both of them appear to be drinking something - the man holding a glass, whilst the girl held the bottle.

HOPE temporarily stopped, seeing them..

That's probably them. The Big Sister and her underling... presumably the Big Brother that will take over if she were to retire. Despite being relatively short, she is also extremely covered in those tattoos. Everything screams that she'd win a spar against the guy she was sitting with... despite the size difference.

HOPE kept looking a bit, standing aside in order to not stand out too much...

Yet, the man still kept his mixed look of tiredness, anger and calm. The duo talked with each other, the girl laughed. The two of them just kept having fun.. at least the girl did. HOPE felt calm and pretty safe, until the man looked straight in his direction, deadset in HOPE's eyes.

HOPE immediately looked away, and kept walking, looking calm...

Seemingly just a curious guy, HOPE... hoped that they wouldn't mind him.

It would be too late, as the man already told the girl of HOPE. The girl, upon hearing this, instantly stared where he was supposed to be with a bright-yet-crazed face.

HOPE... was away by then.

But not too far away to not be tracked...

HOPE, despite not seeing this, faintly heard the girl laugh as loud as possible, muffled and compensated for by the insane volume of the music. Still, nobody paid attention to him or anyone alike.

HOPE shut his eyes a bit, going back to the table where DIVINITY sat... with 2 colas!

HOPE: "...I managed to spot the Big Sister."

DIVINITY: "...mm... Cool, but have a drink first. Were you spotted?"

Sluuuuurp...

She slid the opened cola bottle to her partner... which had a silly straw in it...

HOPE: "...Er... I think they didn't spot me. I wouldn't count on it."

HOPE softly sucked on the straw, enjoying the drink... of course he would, it's one of his favorites...

HOPE: "Did you ask for the silly straws?"

DIVINITY: "Nope... the bartender gave em to me..."

Suddenly, the music just stops, and so do the lights. As everyone looks around, the 'Big Sister' could be seen standing on top of her table, next to her bodyguard... who was still bigger...

"BROTHERS! SISTERS! WE HAVE SEEN AN OUTSIDER! A MEMBER OF THE SDA! HAVE SOME BALLS AND SHOW THYSELF, OR I SHALL DO IT MYSELF IN HONOR!" - the 'Big Sister' yelled out, as everyone looked around yet again.

HOPE and DIVINITY slurped up their drinks quietly... seemingly on break.

But now that everyone was chattering, looking for the most suspicious people or those that they haven't seen around..

DIVINITY whispered, leaning in to HOPE and sighing...

DIVINITY: "Do you want me to keep up that act?"

HOPE: "Helps. So do as you please..."

They finished... and HOPE and DIVINITY got up..

DIVINITY cleared her throat a bit, as everyone turned to her, and HOPE behind her...

And stopped in front of the crowd, getting into the spotlight...

DIVINITY: "...DIVINITY.... loved the cola!"

She said out proudly, putting a hand on her chest!

Yet everyone stood unamused..

The Big Sister jumped down from the table. She and her bodyguard now walked up towards the duo. The bodyguard seemed rather timid, his face still shows nothing but anger and tiredness... the Big Sister, however, had a bright face, looking way too innocent to be true. A strike contrast - Yin and Yang.

HOPE: "...I'd like to apologize for my partner. We stopped by for a drink, albeit we're not from around here."

DIVINITY: "DIVINITY paid with her own money."

DIVINITY had this neutral yet enthusiastic face on her... while HOPE had this more or less worried look on him... as if he's looking after her like his own sibling.

Big Sister: "What are you two doing around my territory? Perhaps I should just beat the s[-]it outta both of you to understand? Ey?"

Big sister's tone suddenly changed from heroic-like to a rather... rude one. She digs her finger at DIVINITY's forehead, as if bumping her.

DIVINITY: "Ow... DIVINITY doesn't want to fight..."

HOPE: "M-Miss please... we really didn't want to do anything other than get a drink."

DIVINITY grabbed onto her forehead with both her hands, with her eyes squinting a bit... as her staff laid in elbow of her arm..

Big Sister: "WHY THE F[-]CK ARE YOU SNOOPING AROUND MY TURF? ANSWER ME! INSOLENT S[-]ITHEADS!"

She started to get really pissed off, and so did her bodyguard.. And everybody else in the club...

HOPE grabbed his side under his arm...

It seemed like it was about to boil over... until everyone heard some soft taps on wood, someone running down on stairs, and then the club floor..

And a soft, male voice spoke out, as it broke the tense, loud silence.

???: "DON! Stop it right there!!"

That voice, albeit weak, was the only thing that even made Don shudder...

Don, A.K.A 'The Big Sister', turns around and sighs...

Don: "What is it this time."

She says, surprisingly calm.

A short guy came up to her, as nobody even interfered...

He came up to her, looking up at her because even the Big Sister was taller than him...

???: "You cannot beat up the SDA like this... do you wish to get everyone in trouble?"

He said to her, genuinely worried and arms crossed...

Don: "It's their fault for being here. This is MY place, after all." - she said, grunting.

???: "Donqui, did they come here and cause trouble? Trash something? Break a piece of furniture??"

He sighed a bit...

???: "We talked about this.. if you want to keep you and your friends out of trouble, stay out of giving the government said trouble."

Don: "I THOUGHT WE HAD A CONTRACT WITH THESE M-"

Don proceeds to go on a cursing spree. It was rather uncomfortable. Like, real heavy stuff. Something that people would wish they haven't heard at all...

The man just put a finger to her lips, effectively shutting her up..

???: "...Calm down sweetie. One of the clauses was what again..?"

Don remembered... Not to fight one another if confronted...

Don just sighed, annoyed, as her bodyguard still staring down the duo.

???: "There we go. They didn't threaten you or tell you to fight them did they?"

And he plants a kiss on her cheek, like a peck.

Don: "Don't do that in front of everyone." - Don says, getting more serious about that.

???: "My bad my bad~.. Anyway, how about we just take them upstairs and talk with a bit of extra calmness? Diplomacy always wins, remember?"

He giggled a bit..

???: "You, me, and the two Death Artists~"

Don: "Diplomacy can kiss my a[-]s, but I suppose not this time. Whatever."

Don sighs, seemingly ordering her bodyguard to follow with a gesture.

The man turned to the Artists... and spoke up.

???: "Ah... my name is Shi. Shi Yuutan'hou. Please follow me~"

Shi: "Let us all have a cooler head together..."

DIVINITY: "...DIVINITY follows Shi now."

HOPE: "Y-Yeah.. let us go."

Don silently gritted her teeth, clearly dissatisfied with that way of action.

Bodyguard: "Big Sister, you should not grit your teeth so aggressively. It will harm them in the long run."

The bodyguard spoke up with a rather masculine and deep voice.

Shi: "I agree, hehe."

And they went up to the door which... seemed like a door to an entire house on the second floor.

Once inside... Don takes her shoes off and so does her bodyguard, and Don instantly plops down on her couch, doing a long yawn. Her bodyguard standing next to her.

And Shi lets the two in, taking his shoes off, as the other two took theirs off.

Shi: "Would you like some tea?"

HOPE thought a bit, sitting on one of the sofas... with DIVINITY sitting on the second one..

HOPE: "...W-.. I-I suggest the Big Sister and you decide on that, sir."

DIVINITY: "DIVINITY would like it."

Don, being a lazy a[-]s that she is, just waved over as if saying 'Don't care'.

Shi sighed out...

Shi: "Just a second, in that case."

And he went to the kitchen...

HOPE: "...Miss... Err... Big Sister, miss."

HOPE closed his eyes a bit....

HOPE: "We genuinely didn't want any trouble."

Don looks over at the duo on the sofas, bluntly asking...

Don: "Who sent you? For what reason?"

She was still extremely angry, as if just hiding it.

DIVINITY: "DIVINITY and her partner were sent on a mission to find where and who the Big Sister of The Middle is, Big Sister."

HOPE: "...That, but it was more of a thing where we wanted to confirm that it is specifically YOU that leads it and not... your... bodyguard, I assume."

HOPE looked at the bodyguard a bit... and closed his eyes a bit...

HOPE: "...that standoff earlier basically confirmed it. We didn't want anything else. Oh, and we wanted to send you a message, since you practically are the leader of the syndicate that controls this... sub-city."

HOPE pulled a letter of sorts out...

Don's attention spiked, as her bodyguard grabbed it instead and passed over.

She opened the letter, reading.

"Don, Big Sister. We write to inquire you about the Nights of Light that are upcoming in 2 days and are going to last multiple days up to a week."

"Remember that working outdoors will be extremely blinding and dangerous for everyone, unless it is a necessary job."

"Please tell your people that can stay at home or work from home to stay home and close all blinds or curtains to prevent excess light from getting in."

"Extremity Heights mayorship office."

"Signed - Li J."

Don read this carefully, scratching her head.

Don: "What in the all-finger f[-]ck is this?"

HOPE: "...Well... I cannot tell you the details. Didn't you hear about this, though??"

Don: "No I f[-]cking didn't. We expected SDAs since we heard you were coming from SOMEONE... But not about this."

HOPE: "...Hm. Well.. I suggest you take action. Because otherwise, it'll mess up any plans you had or anyone living here."

DIVINITY: "DIVINITY doesn't want you to be blind..."

Don: "..and you're also gonna lose the second biggest Economical sector in all of Extremium."

She crossed her arms, going all smug.

HOPE: "...All of Extremity Heights will be at a stand-still for up to a week... This is normal. Consider it a holiday."

HOPE sighed a bit, leaning forward with his hands together...

Don: "Boooriiiing. Every day is a holiday here."

Don winked at him, implying the Middle absolutely does not do anything other than party and have fun out.

HOPE: "Then you'll have no problem staying indoors for a week."

HOPE closed his eyes again, sighing out... feeling like he's dealing with a party animal.

And she was one. At this point it bothers him of the sole fact of.. how did they get this city to the point of being the second Heights.

But HOPE's thought process ended with a single thought.

Who knows. I'm just here to find stuff out and make sure the right info gets to her right now.

Don boringly yawns, throwing the letter away as if it was absolutely worthless and turning to the side. Seems like she was gonna take a nap...

Don: "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, just go away now. Losers."

Shi: "Don-shi..."

Shi said out, coming over with a tray of cookies and tea...

Shi is usually used as a "cute" or "dear" suffix to a name in abyssaline... so... it made Don shudder a bit again... he really doesn't want her to be rude here.

Don grunted, not turning around...

Don: "Whaaaaaaaaat..."

Shi: "Be a little nicer to our guests in the house..."

DIVINITY grabbed a cup, smelling it... and sipping a bit. Before starting to regularly drink it.

Shi: "...Hm... May I be inquired as to what the message is?"

Shi sat down next to Don, grabbing a cup as well...

Don yawned, doing a hand gesture to her bodyguard.

Bodyguard: "The message consisted of a short description, yet it was a sort-of teaching at the same time. It related information of the 'Nights of Light', that will come within 2 days. The message advises to stay in-doors and to close all binds and curtains to prevent excessive light exposure. We are yet to know what the message truly means, but it appears as to not go out would be the worst mistake for us. I love partying too, after all."

He easily explained the letter's core with his deep-yet-sturdy voice... that last sentence did not fit him at all, though.

Shi: "Ah... Nights of Light. Have you really not heard yet?? I feel like I told you about it a week ago, Don..."

Shi doesn't seem surprised...

HOPE: "Yes... after all, it HAS been announced on HOISE and the news."

Don responds with a rather angry voice...

Don: "Shut uuuuuppp.. I'm trying to sleep here.."

DIVINITY carefully and nicely drank her tea...

Shi: "M-My bad... and thank you Meursault. You can have some tea if you wish, I brought 5 cups."

Shi grew a smile, looking up at him.

He leaned in a bit, looking at Shi...

Meursault: "I respect your care, however - I must not disappoint the Big Sister."

Replied Meursault in a whispering tone.

Shi: "Mm.. Understandable..."

He sighed out..

Shi: "...and that's how it goes around here."

He raised two hands as he said that, showing he can't really do much at times.

HOPE: "...A-Are... are you sure you're happy here?"

Shi: "I mean if I weren't, I'd prolly have left a while ago!~"

So far, to the SDA, it feels like Shi is just being used...

Shi: "Seriously, don't worry. She's just a little grumpy..."

He leaned in, whispering that to the two..

Meursault looked about, pulling out his phone. He called someone, quickly saying "We're clear. You can get back to it."

Shortly after he said that, the club goes back to raving yet again. Everyone could ever so faintly hear the music downstairs and just a bit slightly feel the vibrations.

Faintly. Just faintly... you can definitely sleep to this.

HOPE: "You must have installed the best sound pannelling to achieve such silencing..."

Meursault: "We have indeed bought the most expensive sound panels that we have found, and they do not disappoint. Big Sister can sleep here all day long without being interrupted by the noise from downstairs. Unfortunately, we've yet to find windows that are thick enough to not cause havoc. As of now - we keep this room.. window-less."

He gives another proper explanation. Seems like he was with the Syndicate since day one.

HOPE: "I see... very smart planning on your end."

Meursault: "Perhaps it is. All credits go to Big Sister, I refuse to take any for the work I have done."

HOPE: "Hm... I see. Well, thank you for the welcome. We both shall be heading out now.."

Shi: "Ah, then take these with you!~"

Shi pulled up a little bag of his cookies.. they have the logo of the Middle carefully and nicely painted on them!

Shi: "Middle Special! My own recipe."

HOPE: "..W-Wh... Why.. why thank you, that is a surprise."

DIVINITY was already on her fourth cup... sluuurp.. and she put down the cup!

DIVINITIY: "Thank you mister. DIVINITY thinks your tea is delicious."

Shi: "Aaww..~ How sweet, thank you~..."

Shi gave DIVINITY a few pats on the head, which DIVINITY took with a straight face...

Meursault interfered a bit ominously...

Meursault: "I advise against comforting the Death Agency. We may be on their list soon enough."

Shi: "Does it really matter? I want to show them we are better than others say... I care about all of you, you know?"

Meursault stood silent, as if having nothing else to say. Ominous man.

HOPE: "...E-Either way, we will be on our way now."

HOPE: "Thank you for the heartfelt welcome, again."

HOPE and DIVINITY soon left, with Shi waving them goodbye...

The moment the two left Don's room, the instant blaring music almost blew their eardrums, with constant pink & purple lighting burning their relaxed eyes. DIVINITY quickly grabbed onto her ears, covering them...

Yet still - HOPE wondered if he'll miss this place.

The two walked through the crowds and DIVINITY waved bye to the actually somewhat friendly bartender... and then through the exit..

...Outside, the same group was standing, with them arguing about whether or not the punishment for the Middle Sister was fair...

And right as the door opened, they all shut up, seeing HOPE and DIVINITY leave...

DIVINITY: "...DIVINITY's ears hurt... But DIVINITY liked the people here..."

The group in front of the entrance stood there, grunting. They didn't really bother caring about them anymore, since they left alive and in one piece...

and so the argument about the punishment resumes.

And so they left...

DIVINITY: "...God... do you think my act actually helped or..?"

HOPE: "You play that character well.. that's for sure."

DIVINITY: "...You owe me TWO of what I choose at that bakery."

HOPE: "Yeah, you deserve it."

Askrieg, Kirovian Tsardom, Cacachia

PLANE VANISHES IN THE ARCTIC OCEAN

This week, a tragedy occurs when officer Jack Losthenburg disappears along with his plane in the Arctic Ocean. He was flying in an Ripclaw35-B airplane. The investigators say the reason for the accident was that the cold air froze the fuel tanks which caused the plane to plummet into the ocean. However, it is still unknown how he died and where the plane sits now as no wreckage was found. He was attempting a new record of flying twice across the globe.

Rest in Peace. You will be remembered.

Alstov On Don

[spoiler=The Meeting]

General Ava Katz had arranged a meeting with Chairman Saul Asher. For safety reasons, the location is an outpost on the outskirts of The CRA’s territory. As Katz gets out of her car and enters the outpost, she notices that the room she has walked into is almost completely empty. There are no guards in sight. She does notice a small table with two seats. There she sees Asher, sitting in one of the seats. “Good evening General Katz,” he said. “Have a seat.”

Katz sat down on the other chair. “Good evening to you, Chairman Asher,” she responded. Asher began saying “Now the representatives you sent over to me portrayed you as a capable leader, and considering that the peasants basically worship you as the messiah, I wanted to talk to you for myself.”

Katz stared at him, then said “I came here to negotiate terms for an alliance between our faction.” There was a pause, then Asher broke the silence with “An alliance was never an option.”

Katz looked at Ahser like he had three heads. “Why?” She asked. Asher cleared his throat, then began to state his case. “It's because you’re not an anarchist, you’re a populist warlord who establishes oligarchies instead of soviets. You gave the clergy more power to certify your own power rather than your own people.”

“You don’t know how these peasants live! They are caught in the crossfire of a war with no one to look for answers apart from their elders! You call me a warlord, yet you stare at the struggling peasants from your own shiny tower and do nothing to help them. I rallied and inspired them to fight against the reactionaries that poison our society, while you indulged yourself in the spoils of the capital city.”

Suddenly a man walks from the shadows. He is wearing a large black trench coat, with a dark fedora. The shadow cast from his fedoraÂ’s brim coverÂ’s his face.

“I hate to interrupt this conversation between you lovebirds, but let’s get to serious business.”

Asher panics and gets up from the table. He pulls out a pistol. “How the hell did you get in here!” He yelled. Katz stands up and backs away from the table. “You brought a gun to this meeting?” she shouted. The man spoke up “Now now, put the gun down Saul.” “Not until you answer my damn question!” Asher exclaimed. The man’s hand went to his hip, revealing a revolver holster. In one quick motion, the man reached for his revolver, pulled it out, shot Asher’s gun and finally spun the gun back into its holster.

Asher’s gun fell from his hand. The force of the impact also caused him to fall to the ground. He looked at his gun. The barrel was shattered. The man looked at Ava. “Ava, thanks for proving to me that I am not the only civilized person in the room. Now Asher, can we talk like civilized folks?” Asher nodded.

“Now, I’m what you would call a rich man, though I’m not an aristocrat. I would never be accepted as an aristocrat by other aristocrats, but that is besides the point. Do you know what aristocrats do when their country is collapsing?”

ThereÂ’s another pause

“They get the hell out of there, they think it's bad for business. Where they see danger, I see opportunity. Now I don't really care who wins this war, no matter which side wins, I’m getting out of here when it ends." But if you two want to win, you are going to need to work together. We all know the other nations of Talonia would put more trust in the “democratic” government Ivan Feign propped up rather than either of yours, because they really distrust Anarchists. Your only chance of gaining their trust is to work together to make a functioning commune or whatever you anarchist want to establish.”

“So what are you proposing?” Asher asked.

“My proposal is this; I grant you a loan so you can fund your militaries. In order to get this loan, your two alliances must merge and you let me leave when the war is over.”

“What leverage do you think you have over us!” Asher asked

The man chuckles

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“So you have no leverage!” Asher states proudly.

“I mean I have a working gun.” The man responded

Asher stop talking and stayed silent

“So you profit off of your country’s collapse and then bail on it?” Katz asked.

“Sweetheart, I bailed on this country once I learned how to make a buck more than the average joe. The Bundists were supposed to make us all equal, but you can still get rich, it was just a little harder now. And of course being rich means crimes turn to fines. And now look at me, I’m doing what no average Joe could, I’m negotiating a business deal with two powerful warlords.” The man paused. “Are you going to accept my proposal or what?”

Asher and Katz looked and then nodded at each other. “We agree,” Ava said.

“Excellent.” The man presented them with a contract. As soon as they read over it and signed, The Man left the room. Katz would soon leave, not even saying goodbye to Asher.

As she hopped back on her car, Katz reflected on what had just happened. She was still pondering why Asher had brought a gun. Then all of sudden, all the factors of this meeting connected. The remote location, the lack of people, even guards, the table size, and AsherÂ’s claim that the people saw her as a prophet. She had been irresponsible, she hadnÂ’t even brought guards to to accompany her! From now on she would have to take more precautions when meeting with powerful people.

Asher had failed to remove his rival, and it was thanks to a man who dressed like he was from the 20s. He ran out outside to where the man had exited the building to findÂ…nothing. He could not even see car tracks. It was like he had just talked to a ghost.

Both Katz and Asher had the same question on their minds. “Who was that man and what does he want?”[/spoiler]

Extremium

July 7th, 2027.

23:50 at local time.

At the border between Extremium and Kirovian Tsardom.

There was a refugee camp set up for the sudden mass of people trying to escape the civil war... an effective, and comfortable enough place for the temporary refugees, waiting for their official refugee permits to be given... not an easy process, but it gets better once they get past the border.

Then the announcement radios turned on a bit... and a female voice spoke up in Eigo.

"It is currently 23:50 by local time and Extremity time right now... in 10 minutes, Extremium is going to experience the Nights of Light. Please all gather at the info center and get in line, we will be giving away free anti-flash sunglasses to be used while you are outside. It is crucial for you to get said glasses, as you may have perma.. permame.. permanent eye damage otherwise."

People started gathering and getting themselves those sunglasses... everyone was a little lost as to what the Nights of Light were... but then, in the distance, once it struck 00:00, they saw red, thin lights shooting into the sky and shifting quickly, as if scanning for something...

Once the clock hit 00:05, July 8th...

A loud, deafening, yet not that loud of a boom filled the air and then turned quiet, with a relatively silent, yet somewhat different humming surrounding the air...

And a flash.

A massive, tall, wide, space hitting light suddenly shot out. The middle of the night suddenly felt more like an evening. Everything was lit up so well in the white light... and yet it hurt to stare directly at it...

But with the flash glasses... they stared at it, in shock... it was scary at first... but a sense of beauty filled any observer watching. A beauty of progress.

Most refugees started recording at that point. Some during the lasershow... but now, everyone was.

The Nights of Light have begun.

Grusnia, Askrieg, Kirovian Tsardom

Emperor walks into council room

They all sit down for dinner

20 Hours

Emperor: Have you guys been noticing the terrorists up north?

Secretary of State: Yes I have. We need to put a stop to them.

Secretary of Treasury: But how? They have not done anything wrong yet, so we can't attack them.

All of a sudden, the Chief of Military comes running in.

Chief: Sir, the terrorists have declared themselves a independent nation and is now leading attacks through the country side. They are heading for the Capital!

Everyone stands up

Emperor: Order troops to be sent there immediately. Send the tanks to the left and motorized vehicles to the right.

Chief: Yes sir

Runs out of room

Emperor: The rest of you are dismissed. If we are found together, were as good as dead ducks.

The council clears out of the room

Emperor mutters to himself after closing the door.

Emperor: When will the conflicts end?

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic

Volksgestaanst (Intelligence Agency) Headquarters, Volksord

Screams echo down the halls leading to the dark, dusty room named ‘Information Extraction Chamber 26C’.

Inside, a man in a brown suit presses down a clamp, which in turn presses a red-hot steel beam onto the bare chest of the captured Disfi terrorist leader following the naval battle in the Sahara Sea, his bloodcurdling cries reverberating throughout the room. The man lets go of the clamp, releasing the beam from the terroristsÂ’ chest.

“This can all stop, you know.” said the man, “I just need you to tell me what is the connection between you Disfi and Markian scum. You lot have already stirred up enough trouble in the Republic Of Turmis. But why are you helping each other? What do you stand to gain to attack Volkstonia? Why did you attack Volkstonia?”

The terrorist, in return, spit in his face. The man covers his face with his fist, and then angrily looks at his captive.

“Since you want to do this the hard way… Turn up PSR rating to 1300. And this time, we’re going for the back.” the man says to his assistant.

As the assistant slowly turns a knob, and starts cranking a lever which turns the contraption holding the terrorist upside down, the man leans against the wall in front of him and folds his arms, the steel beam glowing ever brighter.

“Like I said. This can stop. Tell me what is it your organization is doing in Volkstonia. What is your correlation between the terrorists in the Markian Freedom Army?”

The terrorist is silent.

“Do it.”

The assistant presses a clamp which rapidly presses the steel beam onto his back. The terrorist screams in agony, helplessly flapping on the contraption, the tight straps preventing him from falling onto the floor.

“What is your business in Volkstonia?”

“OK! OK! Make this stop!” the terrorist yells. The man stands there blankly, his expression stone-cold. Finally, the terrorist relents. “OK! It was a diversion! Please, make this stop!”

The man orders his assistant to turn release the beam away from the man.

“Elaborate.” the man orders.

“It was a diversion… to divert Turmisian resources… away from Turmis.” the man coughs and hyperventilates as he recovers from the torture.

“What are you planning to do against the Turmisians?”

“The insurgency in Volkstonia was a good distraction… we were planning, a major offensive against Turmis.”

“Tell me more.”

“I’ve told you what I know! Please-“ the terrorist’s pleading is interrupted by the man gesturing to his assistant to restart the torture. “No! Stop! Please! The attack would be by land, sea and air, we wanted to destroy Turmisian ports and screw up their whole navy! That’s all I know, I swear!”

The man checks his phone after a notification rings. A message from headquarters, congratulating him for the successful ‘information extraction session’ and ordering him to dispose of the terrorist.

“Please, let me go, I have a family-“ the terrorists’ pleading is stopped as the man puts a .45 ACP bullet into his head, his blood and brain matter splattering all over the floor.

“Take the body to cremation chamber 17A. And please bring me coffee at my desk.” the man tells his assistant.

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Republic Of Turmis, Cacachia

Investing into Gambling Industry to Ease Tax Burden

President Angelon Maddox announced today that the government will be giving new gambling permits to each of Alstov-on-DonÂ’s four Republics; Afonien, Korotost, Qaltai, and Sawltett. These permits will be used to build one new casino-hotel in a city in each Republic. The government hopes that this will not only bring in more tourism nationally and internationally, but also ease the tax burden that citizens are currently paying.

“The government is trying to do something different,” President Maddox stated at a press conference. “Alstov-on-Don wants to continue offering our citizens the necessary services to live their day to day lives, but we do not want to achieve this by continuing raising taxes. Therefore each Republic will be given one permit to build a casino-hotel resort. All winnings will be taxed at 40%. The government will also take 25% of all sales when it comes to concessions, gaming, lodging, and other entertainment endeavors taken place at these new casino-hotel resorts such as concerts and conventions. Our tax burden will not be fixed overnight but I believe this is a step in the right direction. ”

With the announcement that President Angelon Maddox will be resigning from his presidential role in the coming months, the Liberal Party is trying to get back in the good graces of the nations citizens. Under President Angelon Maddox, taxes have been raised nationwide by nearly 25%. The nation has already implemented other ways to fund the government like introducing toll roads in some of the biggest cities in the nation. The capital city of Faubus sets the record of having the most toll roads for a city with 11. The government is continuing to look for other ways to potentially ease the tax burden on its citizens by investing in different money making industries. Rumors are circulating that the nation will soon be investing into its marijuana industry. Conservative across the nation are rallying that the government should instead cut certain services nationwide like free healthcare and welfare instead of investing in the gambling industry and potentially the marijuana industry.

https://www.nationstates.net/nation=alstov_on_don/detail=factbook/id=1984800

Kirovia, July 8th, 23:55.

Somehere at the Frontline.

A couple of Tsardom soldiers were standing by on patrol, yawning and whatnot, with a radio next to them. Their equipment was fairly standard, as they faintly heard explosions and gunfire somewhere in Holsh' direction - "Guys in Holsh are doing good work there. Just need to keep it steady and we'll win in no time." - one of them says.

"Obviously. Still, though. I don't get the reason why the Feds' fighting us. I mean - I know that Genna didn't choose to surrender, and she basically started the whole civil war thing." - responds another - "Woah there, don't tell me you sympathize with these terrorists? They're going against the Monarch, that's all we need to know. I don't plan to indulge myself in this political blabber over who's right and who's wrong. Both may be, but both also want to win. And so far, we've been rather lucky." - says the first soldier.

"Lucky? We've lost over 40,000 guys in these 2 weeks, dude! No matter how you look at it, it's a f[-]cking massacre!" - assures the second soldier - "Right, whatever. The Feds are suffering heavy casualties on their end too. I'd be happy if Extremian 'lease was at least somewhat good, but it's pretty dogs[-]it, at least on the offensive." - responds the first.

"Yeah, can't stand by that. Anyway, when's the night shift arriving? Dudes are taking their time." - questions the second - "Can't blame them, honestly. I hate night shifts." - first soldier finishes the conversation, signing.

00:00

The radio crackles to life - "Bat'ka, everything clear on your end? Respond." - says the radio man on the other side of the transmission, to which one of the soldiers replies - "Copy that, no Zetas spotted. Been pretty peaceful after you boys opened up in Holsh. Our night shift is late, though."

"Oh shut it with that flattery, I don't want you bootlicking everyone that's one rank higher. Dumbass. I'll tell the C-C about the late 'shifters, they can take anywhere from a minute to half a hour to arrive."

As the conversation reaches it's peak, they spot massive red lights, reaching into the sky. They were shifting quickly, striking instant fear into everyone on the front.

"What the f[-]ck..? What is that? You guys see that too, right?" - questions the radioman on the other side - "Yeah.. Yeah, we do.."

The radio receives more and more people on the line, as they all question and slightly panic about the red lights. Soon enough, the inevitable happens, as a bright light suddenly.. lights, turning night into day. With that many people used to night time, their eyes quickly burn up, as radio explodes in transmissions - "HOLY S[-]IT! WHAT THE F[-]CK IS THAT? IS THAT A NUKE? I CAN'T F[-]CKING SEE! CALM DOWN, DON'T HIT THE GROUND, YOU'RE TOO LOW!" - many people lose their minds, absolutely scared s[-]itless. The two soldiers standing on patrol try their best to see something around them. They could faintly see a lot of helicopters and jets crash down in the distance. Turning around, they see everyone awake, with most people rolling on the ground whilst holding their eyes.

The Frontline instantly went stagnant, with both the Federation and the Tsardom forces unable to fight.

Extremium

Post by Republic Of Turmis suppressed by Vladis.

Republic Of Turmis

Turmis launches large-scale attack against Disfi's main base on the Turmisiana Altla island, while its strategic zones are on high alert.

Thorbia closes boarders

After the events in central Talonia, the emperor has deemed the immediate closure of all travel into Thorbia. Thorbian nationals are permitted to return but all foreigners coming in will be deported. However foreigners already in Thorbia are permitted to stay for as long as needed.

Since Thorbia was not effected by recent events, the country functions as usual.

The foreign ministery, the imperial insitute for science and naval commanders have taken a word to take advantage of the current situation and establish a foot hold even more south. The move is purely for scientific reasearch despite involvement from the navy.

Alstov On Don

Post by Republic Of Turmis suppressed by Askrieg.

Republic Of Turmis

El Primer Ministro Turmisiano le pide a Extremo que a page su luz por el bien el medio ambiente, parte de esa luz esta derritiendo glaciares que hay en Turmis y Fauna de Turmis, por ese cachivache las aguas de Talonia pueden subir y con eso traer grandes catastrofes medioambientales, Por favor apaga la luz, si no porfavor agá algo para que no afecte a nadie y estar bien.

Republic Of Turmis wrote:El Primer Ministro Turmisiano le pide a Extremo que a page su luz por el bien el medio ambiente, parte de esa luz esta derritiendo glaciares que hay en Turmis y Fauna de Turmis, por ese cachivache las aguas de Talonia pueden subir y con eso traer grandes catastrofes medioambientales, Por favor apaga la luz, si no porfavor agá algo para que no afecte a nadie y estar bien.

Hello again friend, I must remind you that RP post in Talonia is to be written in English, to ensure everyone concerned can understand your message. I sympathize with your plight regarding the melting glaciers, however as this is your second violation of RP rules in close proximity with one another, I regret punitive actions will be used if you continue to disregard the rules.

Askrieg as Roleplay Admin.

Idevk, Karkol

THE TRANSMISSION

Co-Consul Johann Carraway is signing some papers in his office. Paperwork and bureaucracy is not what he imagined when he took office. Especially after the death of Axlerod. He'd imagine the place would be more hectic, not as calm and collected as now. Even after the ascension of Lady Mackenzie to Co-Consul, the place barely changed. The recent "Light" shining through the rest of Eurasia is not as disruptive as he'd thought too. The aides and housekeepers just put up blackout curtains in the windows. Politics is not as dynamic as he'd like, sometimes he even regrets ever having ambitions.

A disheveled young man comes into the office. His uniform is noticeably unkept, he looks like he's been awake for more then three days. Carraway recognized the young officer, it's Commandant Jacquiline Ryan's aide, Captain Holden.

Carraway, looking down once more to sign papers, says, "Holden, I don't need hourly updates on Ryan's trip."

"Sir," Holden said with urgency, "This is not a menial update about the trip."

Carraway crosses his arms, "Then, out with it."

The young captain walked forward to the Consul's desk, handing over a document. "Sir, this is transcript of our recent comms with Task Force Crossroad."

Carraway glanced the paper through his glasses, "The one in Axistan? What about it?" He then starts reading it. His expression changed to shock and concern.

A woman's voice chimed in from the doorway, "Yeah, what about it?"

Standing on the doorway, is Lady Mackenzie Brimstone. Her demeanor is relaxed, she looks astonishing in her traditional royal Brimstonian attire. The gold and purple on the dress seemed blessed by the Light, even if the office is completely closed off by curtains.

"L-Lady Mackenzie..." Captain Holden said, as he's caught by surprise. He doesn't know whether to bow or offer a handshake to the beautiful royal, so he just awkwardly stands aside as Lady Mac approaches Carraway's desk.

"Mac," Carraway says, removing his glasses, "Ryan's crashed."

"What?" Lady Mac stands with her mouth agape, "Is she okay?"

"No idea." Carraway handed over the transcript, "They lost contact over Arcania."

Lady Mac reads the transcript, "Arcania..." She then looks at Carraway concerningly, "Johann, was this an attack?"

Carraway understood the implications instantly. He quickly looks at the young captain, "Holden! Do you think it's an attack?"

Holden then stood up straight instantly, fixing his tie. "T-There were reports of Arcanian anti-air active at the time... The generals couldn't agree..."

Carraway looks up at Lady Mackenzie, his eyes full of bereavement. "Mac... This could be..."

"I understood completely." Mac's eyes turn solemn with determination. She turns her eyes to Captain Holden, while handing the transcript. "Circulate this to all of our actionable assets in the area. Notify Fort Aurora, brief and prep Icarus Red for immediate search and rescue."

"...101st ma'am?" Holden's breath hitched in his throat, "Should we raise our DEFCON?"

"We might have to, Captain." Says Mac before the young captain scurries away. She then turns to Carraway.

"Mac, I know this is a lot for your first week in office." Says Carraway concerningly, "But, are we at war?"

"I don't know yet." Answers Mackenzie honestly, "But this damned Light certainly doesn't help."

Lady Mac then exits the office, but stopping by the doorway, "I'll notify our allies. We might have to pivot our diplomatic policy."

"What do you mean by that?" Asks Carraway.

"No more sweet talks, Johann. We have to put our feet down." says Lady Mackenzie, leaving a heavy implication in the air as she leaves.

Extremium, Kirovian Tsardom

Breaking News!

Reporter: Terrorists have decided to rebel and are now trying to seize power. Military operations in Torturia will cease immediately and return to protect the capital. We now turn to out man on the seen.

Bomb drops in distance

Reporter #2: @#$%! Here I am at one of the battle scenes. The terrorists are launching wave after wave of bombs and we are returning the favor. It is not safe to be in the north part of Cacachia. If you live in that area, move now!

Bomb goes off again

Reporter #2: sh!t I gotta go! Back to you!

Reporter: Thanks for the warning. Now, onto the weather repor-

*Turns off TV*

Emperor calls for a cup of tea. He sips for a long time. When he was done, he ordered Code 45.

Emperor: These terrorists need to know who they are fighting.

Alstov On Don

The scientific mission of the century

After a longwinded discussion about the weird light in the sky in central Tallonia, it was decided the best course of action is to shoot at the light. A soldier will be randomly picked out of active duty and will be sent with a spy plane into Askrieg for a quick stop and will be airdropped near the light. The scientific research operation will be broadcast on Thorbian live TV. The goal is to see if the light is able to be shot at and if it can be cut with a sword.

The mission will take place Immediately.

New Hope Dormar, Extremium, Askrieg, Republic Of Turmis

Prophets and Alliances

“You’re listening to Radio Free Birobidjan, the last free radio station in Birobidjan.”

“Good morning listeners, as you have already noticed, the mornings have been getting a lot longer. This is due to an event called The Nights of Light, which is when beams of bright light bursted from Extremium. Our research teams are still investigating the exact cause of this event.”

“Lev Ozeri has used The Night’s Of Light to declare himself the Messiah. While this is certainly a tool of propaganda to get religious Birobidjanians on his side, it worked tremendously. Here is an excerpt from one of his speeches about The Night of Lights.”

“My people! Do not be afraid that the day has become eternal, for our Messiah has come to save us. After all the hardships we faced by the unholy, he has finally come to unite us all again! I urge all Birobidjanian Refugees who have fled the country to return and join my army. We shall be righteous against the false prophets that hypnotized our brothers and sisters to turn on us. This civil war ends here, for I am the Messiah.”

“In other news Saul Asher and Ava Katz have signed an agreement that allows for an alliance between their two factions. When questioned on how the process for this agreement was, Asher stated, “It was an exceptional process. I have never met someone as capable of being a leader as Katz in my entire political career.”

Thank you for listening. Good luck and stay safe.

End of Broadcast

New Hope Dormar, Extremium, Askrieg

Multiple missiles hit Northern Ajlar

Today, June 26, 2027, we are reported that there were multiple missiles shot at Northern Ajlar. The military and police forces are still trying to investigate where the bombs came from but this will not go unnoticed. All citizens are advised to stay in their houses and to not leave for the rest of the day. The situation could also not get worse, but there is also a weird light spotted by citizens in North Chyrak. THE RELIGION LITERALLY WORSHIPS THE NIGHT.

Extremium

ONE NATION TWO SYSTEMS

The DRT hereby passes the One Nation Two Systems policy or ONTS for short. To insure no civil conflict will be fought, the DRT will stick to mainland PRC for now. However, all resources are self regulated and obtained on the island and no outside guidance or protection from the PRC is needed. One nation, two systems. This policy will expire in 10 years from now. September 26, 2034.

Further more, any crossing into the island of Besplatno or Tamakos is considered illegal. Strict border crossings will be set up and passports will be separated.

DRT signature: Johas Lüichkentakr

PRC signature: Süka Grigoroi

-For Peace, Prosperity and Stability. May long live both lands

Republic Of Turmis

[spoiler]

Thorbia wrote:The scientific mission of the century

After a longwinded discussion about the weird light in the sky in central Tallonia, it was decided the best course of action is to shoot at the light. A soldier will be randomly picked out of active duty and will be sent with a spy plane into Askrieg for a quick stop and will be airdropped near the light. The scientific research operation will be broadcast on Thorbian live TV. The goal is to see if the light is able to be shot at and if it can be cut with a sword.

The mission will take place Immediately.

[/spoiler]

On Live Thorbian TV... they saw the soldier with a small camera inside the spy plane, as the cockpit opened as they slowed down, and they saw the light in its full might.

Humming, with a bit of heat coming off of it.. it was still as cold as a normal summer night so close to the central pole.

The wind blowing into the Soldier, he quickly readjusted his helmet, saying something about a status check with the pilot in a cockpit in front of him of the spy plane.

Right as soon as the man was gonna jump at the light and parachute down next to it, a loud siren-kind of noise filled the air, with the guy shouting out what was going on.

And then... KATHUMP! KATHUMP! KATHUMP! KATHUMP!

The soldier panicked, looking around, as the plane suddenly shook with explosions near the plane, and it threw the soldier off, injuring him, as multiple explosions near the spy plane set it alight and make it start falling down into the sea.

And so he was in the air... as autocannon tracers filled the air, the soldier's camera managed to catch a glimpse of the Gurren'ah and Lala class vessels in the sea surrounding the light, firing at him, and looking at the shore, seeing massive, deployed cannons looking in the direction of the spyplane with 2, massive drums on their backs. Those must be the 102mm heavy anti air cannons...

But the Soldier, distracted by the small arms fire, didn't realize that he was going into the light, and then slammed right into it, with the camera suddenly losing any signal, and the live broadcast cutting off right there.

---

Shortly after the incident, the leadership of Extremium has given notices to Askrieg and Thorbia to not repeat that, or else they'll face total enclosure of air-space and that this incident was their faults.

Grusnia, Askrieg, Kirovian Tsardom

25 JUNE 2027 - TAI-AN SPACEPORT CONTROL ROOM, KHARKHORUM

The control room is abuzz with activity. Engineers and scientists monitor screens displaying telemetry data, while government officials nervously wait for the historic moment. The atmosphere is tense, yet electric.

Commander Argasun Qorchi, the mission director, stands at the center of the room, addressing the team.

"Alright, everyone, gather around. Today is a day we've all been waiting for. Today, we launch Elysium-1, Kirin's first satellite. It's not just a piece of technology; it's a symbol of our innovation, determination, and our leap into the cosmos. Let's make history!"

Qorchi nervously glances at the countdown clock. "Kirsagan, are we all set?"

"All systems are go, Commander. Rocket propulsion, guidance, and telemetry are within expected parameters," says the engineer.

"Good. Keep a close eye on it. This is our baby up there. We've poured our hearts and minds into this project."

A loud voice booms over the telecom. "T-minus 60 seconds and counting..." The room falls into a focused silence as everyone watches the countdown clock.

Qorchi pipes up. "Take a moment to reflect on the journey we've had, and the challenges we've overcome. Today, we send our dreams soaring beyond the sk-"

"Please be quiet, commander."

"T-minus 30 seconds..."

The tension in the room escalates. The team members exchange glances, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"T-minus 10, 9, 8..."

"...3, 2, 1. Ignition!"

The rocket engines roar to life. The tension releases, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and awe as Elysium-1 embarks on its historic journey into the cosmos. No one dares to say a word, however, because they weren't out of the woods yet.

Gleaming with joy, Qorchi breaks the silence. "We did it. Godspeed, Elysium-1. May you explore the unknown and make us proud."

The team members exchange congratulatory nods, knowing that their collective effort has marked a significant milestone for their nation. As Elysium-1 ascends, the control room remains abuzz with the hum of success.

A beam of light.

The room fell silent once more. A blinding beam of light followed Elysium-1 as it ascended. The intense brilliance floods the control room with an otherworldly glow, momentarily blurring the screens displaying telemetry data.

"What on Talonia is that?!"

"I-it's an unexpected light source, Commander. We're trying to analyze its origin," says Kirsagan.

The mysterious radiance seems to dance around the rocket as if nature itself has momentarily taken control of the celestial performance.

"No anomalies detected. The systems are holding steady, but this light... it's unprecedented. We can't figure out what's causing it. It's out of range."

As quickly as it appeared, the light subsides, leaving the control room in a state of awe and bewilderment. The screens regain clarity, and Elysium-1 continues its journey, seemingly unscathed.

"Any impact on the satellite?" Qorchi asked, with trembling hands.

After a quick glance at the monitor, Kirsagan replies, "None, Commander. Elysium-1 is proceeding as planned. It's like the light never happened."

The team exchanges puzzled glances, but the mission remains on course. What the hell had just happened?

Extremium, Askrieg, Kirovian Tsardom

Aleksanteri III. storms the parliament

Today, the 26th June 2027, the eternal reigning Car-Kaiser Aleksanteri III. who is heirless (rip) decided to storm the Zyreaikan parliament and set up an military dictatorship.

The nation will still be addressed as the Second Kingdom of Chyrak just under communist rule. Any of those who try to stop him will be executed immediately. Gloria ad Zyreaika, Gloria ad la Caesare-Car. This is Ulveham News with breaking news.

Chaos in Byrn!

Precceton Emergency News

Arlo Brewster has been executed! This comes after a botched attempt to overthrow the Federal Assembly, whose power is all but ensured. The assembly earlier today removed Brewster from power and abolished his position as Head of The assembly, citing “Madness and Conspiracy” as their justification. He attempted to reorganize and take the army to march on Byrn but was ambushed by a paratrooper division while assaulting the city and captured. Many of his cohorts and allies, including some members of the assembly itself, such as Intelligence Agency representative Maria Gioletto, have also been tried and executed for treason. The federal assembly have taken direct control of the military and crucially, are abandoning our ally Axistan and pulling out of Arcania. They have begun consolidating the press and media into a government controlled body. We at Precceton news have escaped and are moving underground to continue to give you the real story. “Wait I hear them above…” “shh!” *whispering* Precceton news out!

Askrieg

BREAKING NEWS IN AXISTAN

Due to rising government overthrows and coups in Talonia, Axistan is ramping up its global reconnaissance presence. This effort is to ensure all Talonian nations are abiding by regional peace laws that have been set in place.

We are saddened by the loss of our ally Precceton in their government overthrow.

Axistan is committed to a peaceful Talonia. Efforts will be made to not only maintain peace in the region, but end their conflict with the Arcanians.

Stay Safe, Stay Free!

Askrieg

Extremian time hits 23:58, as multiple groups both inside an undisclosed facility underground gathered up, sitting at control panels...

And a few groups wearing hi-vis uniforms and helmets, standing alongside the ESOC operatives that are there to guard them.

Standing in front of the bright light, all wearing heavy light-blocking goggles, making it easily visible and not blinding.

At 00:00 directly... the Light softly faded out as it disappeared and stopped shooting off...

Everyone in the affected layers around the light can feel relief as they finally saw the night sky clearly without any light interference.

It briefly stopped and the world went back to its' usual night time... alongside everything else.

But the teams at the base of the light...

They ran in quickly, as the massive front door in front of them appeared properly.. and as a result, they quickly opened it, running inside.

Right away, they felt a sweet smelling haze surround them, with soft and nice golden "sparks" of sorts going up into the air rarely...

A massive ceiling. Empty shelves everywhere... going around the front shelf they went to what seemed to be a central plaza of sorts, with shelves stacked left, right, forward... and to the right they saw a massive platform that was hooked up to some gears... seeming like an elevator...

A voice in their radios spoke up : "Get in quick and measure the range! Left, right, forward, and upwards all 4 teams. You have 5 minutes!"

One of the teams of 2 scientists and 2 operators ran forward into the shelves, as they looked around, finding themselves among many of said tall shelves left and right... There could be so much space here... it's impressive.

And slammed open a box on the ground, as they set up a tripod in one two, aiming forward down the hall which was getting a bit foggy...

Nod, one of the scientists clicked it as the other pulled their binoculars out and looked around...

"I can't see the end of this place right now. What does the rangefinder say...?"

The scientist beckoned her partner with the binocs to come over... and they looked at the rangefinder, and at each other... nod, nod. And they packed up quickly and ran back out.

"As expected, team 1 retreating."

After a bit, they all got out of the weird place... which on the outside is definitely smaller than the space on the inside. And the doors closed, as they all got away at a safe distance...

...

At 00:05, the red lasers filled the sky again, scanning quickly and quietly in a circular pattern...

And... FWOOM.

The Light turned back on, filling the sky and the areas it affects with the appropriate amount of lighting.

5 minutes of "dark silence"... is all that these people can get.

One of the scientists in the underground wrote down on a notepad...

"Managed to finally achieve a good level without needing to overclock into dangerous levels. We will let it work properly without any more checkups."

Askrieg

Breaking News

Red lights have continued scanning the area, and nobody knows what it is. Scientists and the military are running investigations now.

General: Turn the radio off. I'm trying to sleep!

Private: Yes sir.

All of a sudden, at 00:05, the Light went out and the red lasers filled the sky again, scanning in a circular pattern.

The Light turned back on, filling the sky and the areas it affects with the appropriate amount of lighting.

Private: Sir, it happened again.

General: Yes, I know. I have eyes.

Private: What will we do about it?

General turns over on his bed.

General: Wait.

MARTILLON LOCAL NEWS AT 12

The screen fades back from commercials, the camera swiveling to two news reporters sat at a circular table. One clears their throat, and begins to speak.

"Hello, and welcome to MLN at 12. The faint light that has illuminated our nights is at the top of discussions today, and the local government has started investigations into what caused such an event. President Montaigne speaks on the issue at 3:00. On other news.."

The TV broadcast fades out.

VERIDORIA, CAPITAL BUILDING

The sounds of the crowd overpower the ears as the people converse on what could be said at the Mid-Term Speech. This continues for a time, until, escorted by two armed guards, President Isabelle Montaigne of Lurentia steps out to the podium, accompanied by the nations national anthem. The cacophony of voices dies out as they wait in anticipation.

"Hello, citizens, and welcome. I appreciate the appearance of so many people, but recent events have caught the population's attention. On to pressing matters. If you have not seen, which many of you should have, our nation has been bathed in a dim light, even at night. Investigations by the LDI have confirmed that this is not only happening to us, and is also happening to a large part of the world itself. The LDI plans to use orbital satellite technology to capture the origin of this light from space, in order to conduct further research on how, and more importantly, why this is happening. Now, onto other matters, I thank you for the support you have given to me this past election, and I can't express..."

THE L.A.M.B MILITARY BASE, MEETING ROOM

The sound of the speech fades out, as a hand manually turns down the volume on this device. Six men in the clothes of the Lurentian Military High Command sit around a table, as General Allard turns down a knob on what looks like an advanced recorder, or radio.

"Thank you, gentlemen, for coming. Recent.. events have called for abrupt but needed meeting. As you know, a bright light has bathed the world, or a major part of it, including our nation. We have received photos back from the Ignis I8 satellite." Allard speaks, moving over to a projector, which displays a photo from orbit- a large light is shown in the north of the continent.

"We've managed to pinpoint a range of locations where the origin of such a light is located. Extremium. A nation far north, at least compared to our nation. Such technology to present and shine such a column of luminescence could be a threat or a blessing to our nation, and we must find whether it is the former, or the latter. I propose authorization of a stealth force to be sent to investigate all possible origin points of this event, and be supplied with our best weaponry and technology to do so." Allard places his hands on the table, looking to each of the high command to approve such a mission.

"But wouldn't the Extremian government be unhappy with this?" One man chimes in.

"They don't have to know." The screen fades to black on Allard's face.

Alstov On Don, Extremium, Askrieg

Somewhere in a Forest outside of Sorne

"Milosh here, we've located their hideout, over."

"Copy. Proceed with the mission. Remember, we want them alive, over."

"Understood and proceeding. Milosh out."

Milosh checked his watch. Three hours until sunrise, plenty of time.

"Okay, boys, you know what to do. Maintain radio silence until fired upon."

"Copy that, Sergeant."

The group stalked toward the cave that one of the scouts had identified earlier, careful to watch for any traps or tripwires that might have been set. As they neared the cave opening, they heard two panicked voices from inside.

"Sir! I was doing a routine patrol when I saw some bootprints on the path. They weren't ours, too new."

"Well, that's just swell," the man slurred, clearly intoxicated.

"They must know that we're here! We must get the prince to safe—" the first man exclaimed before he was cut off by a shot to the head.

"We're under attack!" the other man screamed, managing to piece together the urgency of the situation before a second bullet found his heart.

So much for a quiet mission, thought Sergeant Milosh. "Alright, men, let's get in there."

The team managed to clear the front tunnels with minimal casualties before they found themselves in a large cavern, covered with ancient carvings.

"Okay, team, those imperialists are probably hiding in cracks like the rats they are. Groups of two, split up and search."

"Copy that," said Detelin, his second in command and one of his most trusted men as they split off to search the cavern.

Milosh was investigating a peculiar old carving of what looked like a beam of light emerging from the ground when he heard gunfire from the other side of the cavern.

"Sergeant Milosh! We found the Prince! Although he doesn't look very princely in his current state!" yelled Detelin.

"Good job, Corporal! That's one down. Just the regent left, that miserable old bastard," ordered Milosh.

Detelin and Milosh snuck down the tunnel on the other side, looking for signs of the regent when all of a sudden, Bang! a shot rang out in the darkness and hit Detelin in the shoulder. Milosh dove for cover and heard the regent scream, "You bloody peasants! You bloody imbeciles! I'll make you rue the day you decided to corrupt this country!" followed by the sound of running.

"Stay here," Milosh said after he took off after the Regent, sprinting further into the caves. The tunnel led back out into the forest, and Milosh was just about to run the regent down when all of a sudden, a massive beam of light appeared in the sky to the northeast.

"What the..." Milosh was stunned. It was the same light from that carving! What was going on? When he finally regained his composure, he saw no trace of the old regent.

"Damn!" Milosh swore to himself.

"Milosh to Dragomir, message, over."

"This is Dragomir, I copy."

"We have the Prince but lost the Regent."

He heard muffled swearing from the other end of the line.

"Good enough, Milosh. Return to base."

Extremium, Ishiski

THE DANCING OF LIGHTS

during the brightening, much of Ishiski went into a panic. Especially the heavily orthodox, most of the population. When trying to find a scapegoat, men in the oligarchy pointed fingers at Yozhin AndrushaÂ…

In a meeting, Ghorkhoy building, Volgozov

Yozhin is sitting in his chair, smoking a cigar while looking out at the window. Then, 4 armed men walk into the room. A man dressed in rich furs walks in and stands between them.

(Kontallis:) “well, Yozhin. It’s nice to meet you here. Not under the circumstances, although…” his voice teeters with nervousness, and he sighs. He signals for his guards to leave the room to talk to Yozhin.

(Andrusha:) “Nikolasasko…” *he lets out a short sigh before snuffing out his cigar. “Do you know why I called you here…”

(Kontallis:) “y-yes sir… it’s the oligarchs, correct?” *he shakes. Although he was a young and brave nephew of Yozhin, Kontallis feels as though he were a measly peasant.

(Andrusha:) “Precisely… I always felt that I’d be betrayed by my inner circle… those that I allowed to have power… but now they are plotting against me… surveillance goes a long way, doesn’t it nephew.” His coughs, before looking towards Nikolasasko. Yozhins eyes looked tired and baggy, not the grand leader with one of, if not the biggest personality cults in Ishiski.

(Kontallis:) “yes… but… why exactly do you have me here? I understand you need to vent but I feel as though you should be talking with the ministers and oligarchs left supporting you… I mean, it’s only a couple of oligarchs…”

(Andrusha:) “You’ll understand… when you feel what it’s like in my shoes.” He walks over to him, and puts his hand on Nikolasasko’s shoulder. “I want you to take my place… act like a silent revolution took place. I’ve already ordered all news stations to play something on loop so nobody can know what’s going on…”

He continuesÂ…

(Andrusha:) “but… the people love me. And I’m sure they’ll love you too… for these families, yours and mine, have brought Ishiski to greatness since the early 2000’s. I trust you can manage…”

Nikolasasko looks in shock. He was only 24Â… he couldnÂ’t rule an entire country and manage the oligarchsÂ…

(Kontallis:) “but… how will you manage not being in rule…?” He questions. He is cut off by Yozhin

(Andrusha:) “I’ll seek passage to Genosa. They are good friends, I’m sure they’ll let me live in the countryside somewhere. Even if all the resisting oligarchs are killed, their goons will still find me somehow. I am not safe in Ishiski…”

(Kontallis:) “I understand…” it was a blatant lie that he did. But he knew that he had to work to be as great as his uncle. He turned towards the large double doors of the office, and held the knob. He coughed a silent plea under his breath… “be safe… may Iryin guide you to safety…” he had never mentioned the winter god by name before. Fitting for the situation, he thought.

HOURS LATER

Nikolasasko walks down the Volgozov courtyard across from the military command center to the court of igyis, where many of the oligarchs would be meeting that day. Behind him walked two rows of guards, all with rifles. As they approached the steps, he gave the command for them to break in. Then, the two rows split up and went on either side.

20 MINUTES LATER

The guards surrounded the circular table that many oligarchs sat around. Many of them were excused, as they were not who they were there for. Only around 10 of the 30 men that were at the conference were leftÂ…

TO BE CONTINUED

Grusnia, Askrieg

SHORT ADVERT

hey, in my post I mentioned Iryin. Iryin is an Ishiskian god and is part of the religious lore IÂ’m working on. Please check it out on my Factbook! I think those that like myths and tales of gods and goddesses will like it.

Askrieg

Traitors

Three men are sitting around a circular table, sitting in silence. One of the men speaks.

“We are doing the right thing aren’t we?”

“Of course Halloway! We’re rich and powerful! We have no opposition!” Responds another man.

“I don’t know Kallus, you know as well as I do that Arlo was not mad, I’m starting to think that this whole thing, well I see many a way it goes south…”

“Just your imagination” said the third man. “We cannot be opposed, we have the united force of the military behind us, our iron fist has snuffed out any hope of a new government, we are invincible.”

“Precisely Golan,” Kallus said, “if you think we are weak you may be a traitor.”

“Ha! Me? I would never betray my government. I’m a representative through and through, just not sure of our position here.” Said Halloway

Just then another man, a much younger one, bursts through the door.

“Whew! Sir Halloway! I have something important to show you!”

“Charlie? What’s wrong?” Exclaimed Bart Halloway.

“I did some digging, and apparently Miss Gioletto found out that the man claiming to be “Michael Preston” is truly the heir to the Preston family, which has been underground for centuries!”

“SILENCE!” Yelled Kallus, “guards! Kill him! And take Representative Halloway to jail!”

“Wha—?” Is all Charlie Brooks was able to say before he was shot dead, then and there.

“CHARLIE!!… you won’t get away with this Kallus… I swear I will get revenge! I swear it!” Said Bart Halloway, as he was dragged to the underground dungeon made by Phillip Kallus and Trent Golan. The men intending Halloway never to be seen again, alive at least.

Grusnia, Askrieg, Ishiski

*TV Stations cut to black, then a blue screen with the Axistani seal appears*

“The Following Message is Broadcast as the Request of the Axistani Government”

*the voice of the Minister of Defence Is heard*

“My Fellow Axistanis, yesterday, The Axistan Air Radar Warning Administration (AARWA) was informed of an ICBM threat from our Arcanian adversaries. However, the brave men of the Axistan Special Operations Command (ASOC) have successfully conducted an operation that has seized and disabled Arcania’s one functional ICBM launch facility. We will not stand for the threat of our territories being attacked. The President and myself have begun talks to bring this war with Arcania to a swift close. I can disclose no further Information at this time. Thank you for your time.”

ICMB attack? You think to yourself. As the tv goes back to its normal program, you wonder what this means for Axistan. Are the days of peace behind us now? Are we a nation of war? Only time will tell.

Askrieg, Ishiski

PHINEAS CITY, WAR ROOM, 20 FEET UNDER THE CAPITOL BUILDING.

*the President meets with the Minister of Defense and the nations top generals to discuss their plan to end the Axistan-Arcanian War.*

[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]

President: “Gentlemen, we are in a tight spot. We need quick action, but any plan with minimal casualties.”

Minister: “Mister President, they have threatened civilian lives, we cannot allow this to continue. We let them push us around and we will see a new Soviet Imperium. We’ll be right back at square one, fighting a fight for nothing!”

President: “I am aware of this, Mister Minister. However if we stoop to their level we are no better than they are.”

General Alexin: “Mister President, if I may?”

President: “Go Ahead.”

Alexin: “Sometimes to keep the world clean, our hands must get dirty. Arcania has forced our hand. If we stand around and let this war continue, we will lose countless Axistani men. We can’t have that.”

President: “So what are you suggesting, General?”

Alexin: “I suggest we use the light to our advantage. Deliver a bomb strike with our new High-Yields under the cover of the Light. We can fly an F-111 low enough to avoid radar detection, and it will still be difficult to see.”

Minister: “I like this idea.”

President: “There is no way the bomber would escape the blast radius in time, he’d be too low.”

Alexin: “Then I will make this volunteer only. We must put a stop to this war, and this is the only way we can.”

President: (Hesitantly) “Okay, fine. I will order all forces to retreat to Fort Reznovia. We will attack [Redacted from public record]. General, I suggest you plan this perfectly. We can not afford failure here.”

Alexin: “Yes, Mister President.”

Minister: “May God help us all.”

[END TRANSCRIPT]

Ishiski

Caco City

Time is 21 Hours

The emperor is sitting in his room, trying to deal with the problems hitting him.

Emperor: God damn that beam of light! Just as terrorists struck as well. This is great. More tea please!

A servant rushes toward him to refill his cup

Emperor: Servant Josh, do you know what to do about all of this?

Servant: Actually sir, yes. I was out exploring on my day off and found the beam of light. The terrorists were near it. They might have something to do with it.

Emperor laughs.

Emperor: Yeah right. It's not like humans can summon a beam of light that could kill anyone who touches it!

All of a sudden, the Light goes out, and the red beams scan the area quietly. The emperor stands up in surprise. Just as soon as it came, the red beams disappeared and the Light turned back on. General comes running in as soon as it turned on.

General: Great news sire! We have managed to take over the terrorists and have arrested their leader!

Emperor: Awesome! Start interrogating them about the attacks. We need to know why they did it. No killing until I say so.

General: Yes sir.

Emperor: Servant Josh, get me some more tea!

Servant: Yes sir

Servant runs off to get more tea.

[END TRANSCRIPT]

Ishiski

MCCORMICK AIR FORCE BASE, NEW EPHESIA, AXISTAN

Aircrews ready an F-111, nicknamed “Zeus”, for takeoff

Alexin: Major Jorgensen, have you finished your preparations?

MJ: Yessir. Is the Aircraft ready?

Alexin: Almost. They are loading up the Bomb now.

MJ: Have the other Fly Boys given me an opening?

Alexin: Yes, one was lost in the process.

MJ: May God rest his soul.

Alexin: So you will enter Arcania through the opening created by the aircraft, and fly below 500 feet to avoid radar interception. Keep in mind that the bomb youÂ’re carrying is quite heavy, so you wonÂ’t be as maneuverable.

MJ: I understand. Is the Flight path loaded onto the aircraft.

Alexin: Yes, I will show you before takeoff.

10 minutes later, on the flight line

Crew Chief: 5 minutes to takeoff!

Alexin: So you have everything down?

MJ: Yessir.

Alexin: If I do not see you again, it has been an honor to serve with you.

MJ: Likewise, Sir.

The Major flips the ignition switches, the engines roar to life.

MJ: Engine One, Ignition.

The second engine roars

MJ: Engine Two, Ignition. Radio Check.

ATC: Loud and Clear, Zeus 0-1, you are cleared for takeoff, Runway 51L

MJ: 10-4, Clear for takeoff Runway 51L

As the aircraft rolls down the runway, the General starts a timer in the war room. Operation Redlight has begun. T-Minus 1 hour to boom.

Ishiski

Conflict of interest

Confederate Daily News

ItÂ’s another happy day in Precceton today! The Federal Assembly is working hard today to reinforce our democracy, to make sure to keep a good and true democracy, they have this special announcement! The federal assembly is officially abolishing federal elections! To make sure no corrupt officials bribe for votes or use political alliances to get into powerful positions. In other news a group of representatives including Bart Halloway and Charlie Brooks were killed in a plane crash today, we send our condolences to their families and have given them a private state cremation. Recently we have been hearing stories from a man claiming to be Michael Preston, itÂ’s come to light that it was a simple prank by some college students and that Michael Preston does not exist! ThatÂ’s all for Confederate Daily News! Glory to the Federal Assembly!

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Precceton underground news

Ok we have a lot to get through. First of all federal elections have been abolished, I’m sorry to say that our nation is no longer a republic, we are under a full dictatorship. We call for protests of the government while they are still legal under the constitution. Secondly, multiple representatives, such as Brooks and Halloway, have disappeared, we can only assume they were purged or imprisoned. We will work tirelessly to find out more about their disappearances. Finally for today, our intelligence operatives have discovered an encoded database message titled “The prince of Preston” added earlier today into the Precceton database. We can only assume it contains crucial information about Michael Preston, and we are working to decode it. When we are successful we will make an immediate statement of its contents. Stay strong Preccetonites.

TV Stations cut to black, then to a blue background with the Axistani Seal

“The following message is being broadcast at the Axistan Government.”

“SEISMIC CENTERS IN NORTHERN AXISTAN HAVE DETECTED A MAGNITUDE 3 TREMOR, ALONG WITH WIND SPEEDS IN EXCESS OF 30 MILES PER HOUR. ALL AXISTANI CITIZENS ARE TI SHELTER IN PLACE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. KEEP YOUR TV TUNED TO LOCAL NEWS FOR UPDATES.

Seismic activity? High winds? Something seems off. You go and hide in your bathroom with your radio. 10 minutes pass, and the radio begins to beep.

“Ladies and gentleman, The President of Axistan.”

“My Fellow Axistanis, today, July 10, 2027, the Air Force has flown an F-111 into Arcania and dropped its first High Yield non-nuclear weapon. The mission was a one way trip for the pilot, Major Michael Jorgensen, and for that he will be honored to the highest degree. We have begun negotiations the terms of surrender with Arcania, one of said terms including the integration of Arcania as an Axistani Territory. We will take questions at this time.”

You turn down the radio. Weapons of mass destruction? You think to yourself. Is this what itÂ’s come to? Whatever is necessary for victory, you think. You turn off the radio, return to your living room, recline in your chair, and light up a cigar. What comes next for Axistan?

It's A Wipeout!

“You’re listening to Radio Free Birobidjan, the last free radio station in Birobidjan.”

“Listeners, today we present you with urgent news. At dawn, Anarchist patrol boats off the coast of Birobidjan City discovered Lev Ozeri’s Fleet advancing in the distance. Shortly after confirming it was Ozeri’s fleet, the boats immediately returned to port and their captains went off to brief the government about this alarming discovery.

“Once the government was told about the approaching fleet, they panicked. Chairman Saul Asher ordered the deployment of a fleet of warships to deter Ozeri from advancing further. Within a few hours, the fleet left port. By this time Ozeri’s fleet could be spotted from the coast. Then Ozeri’s ships began shelling at the newly deployed fleet, starting a naval battle.

“It's unknown why Ozeri decided to attack Birobidjan City at this specific time. The commonly accepted theory is that Ozeri wanted to use the cover of night to approach the city undetected and then capture it with little resistance. When the Nights of Lights started which made it bright at every hour of the day, Ozeri decided to commit to following his plan anyway.”

“While this plan may seem Reckless, Ozeri is not a reckless military leader. Ozeri was an admiral before he munitied, so he knows a lot about strategizing in naval warfare. This also meant that many of the crewmen in his fleet served under him before the munity, making them more experienced then their anarchist rivals.”

“However, nobody, not even Ozeri, could have predicted the massacre that was about to occur. Ozeri’s warships effortlessly outmaneuvered and shelled the anarchist’s fleet. Ozeri’s warships fired so many shells, all you could hear in the city at a certain point was explosions caused by shells which missed their target and landed in the city. Needless to say, The Anarchist’s Fleet was completely annihilated. By noon, most of the fleet had retreated or had been sunken.”

“Ozeri’s fleet can still be seen from the coast. The government has ordered the army to set up defenses along the city in case Ozeri tries to get his troops to make a landing. If Ozeri is able to take Birobidjan City, there is a good chance that The Anarchist Movement will lose their popularity and collapse.In these uncertain and scary times, remember to stay safe.”

End of Broadcast

Extremium

23:40, 9th of July, 2027.

Undisclosed underground control facility, with panels and a few people in labcoats observing the statistics of something...

A man with glasses, and a nice pastel green hue to his hair... with a bun atop, and a chunk of hair going down his right cheek...

Man: "...Director... are you sure we can push the limits? Just like the calculations, right..?"

The Director, standing near him, smirked smugly...

Director: "We have been working for 25 years towards this. We did this more than a couple times, of course we can.

He pointed at the temperature, and pulled up his notes...

"We have a 7 day window to perfectly make it work. But we need to create more than 1 floor a day... As a result, we have phase 2."

Man: "That.. that being the part where we..."

Director: "Of course sir, where we take the warmed up, still capable of overworking Seeds of Light and push them slightly over their current workforce. It's not their maximum, but it IS the normal limit of them."

Man: "..Why couldn't we push it to that limit right away?"

The Director put the notebook down...

Director: "...Do you know how pouring boiling water on cold car windows in the winter can just crack it?"

Man: "Yes... We did that as an experiment at school, I remember."

Director: "Rapidly shifting temperatures is going to potentially crack the Seeds. As a result, we gave it a 2 day window to warm up, with us also making sure the Seeds are working as intended."

Man: "Aha... and since we made sure everything worked... and now that the Seeds have warmed up from their work cycle..."

The director gave him finger guns in response!

Director: "BINGO! We're taking the less riskiest path down to make our 7 day window actually work."

The man smiled a bit, chuckling, as he rubbed the back of his head...

Man: "I'm just a bit worried about the others and how much more blinding it can get..."

Director: "Do not worry, it is just an increase in range. Not the potency. So the brightness, for the most part, will stay the same. And our guards and troops are equipped to deal with that."

Man: "25 years in the works huh..."

Director: "Mhm. Everything is covered."

23:55, the final checkups were finished.

At 00:00, they started pulling the throttle up, as there was an audible steam discharge of sorts, before...

C L A P !

A loud, vibrant clap, not loud enough to make people close their ears, suddenly went through the air, with people up to Level 5 being able to hear it, as a soft pulse of light surrounded the beam... and it became brighter.

The amplified stage has started.

Birobidjan, Kirovian Tsardom

Kirovia, Glavdomska Parliament.

July 10th, 00:10. 10 minutes after the Amplification.

Much to everyone's surprise, the Light has become brighter. It's a good thing that most of the people were in their houses. Bad thing is - their sleep is surely to be interrupted. Yet - Griva was not asleep at all, as she casually wears a sole pair of sunglasses. Even with fully shut windows all around the Parliament building, some of the light managed to get through. Especially now;

However, it's a good thing that KIS managed to put everyone on alert and prepare. Much to nobody's surprise, their reconnaissance does wonders. And it was about time - Griva gets up, casually strolling around the converted-to-HQ Parliament. She manages to find the briefing room where two people sit - her Second-in-Command and an unknown man.

Griva looks for a bit, pulling out her Heavy-Caliber sidearm and walks in. Without hesitation - she shoots her Second-in-Command. His brains splatter all over the part of the roundtable, floor, and even walls to a degree. Griva walks over to the chair he was sitting on and drops the body off of it on the floor. She sits down and puts the Heavy-Caliber sidearm with sunglasses on the table. Her facial expression unchanged, staying silent for a couple of seconds;

"I am Griva. From God - to Mihail - to Griva. I've heard a lot about your experience on the frontline, Sinclair, and it just appears that you have been promoted to my Second-in-Command. We have attempted to retake the Holsh Front, as you may have heard, but the incompetence of my officers surprised even myself. Which is why I am entrusting you this operation of utmost importance. We have information that this.. annoying light will return back to it's normal power after a day or so. Use this to your advantage - neither the enemy nor our troops had enough sleep in recent days, especially now. I entrust you every asset available. Even one of our... 'recent deliveries'. Oh and - don't worry about this guy -" - Griva looks on the ground at the corpse of her Second-in-Command - "- he was corrupted by Power, I've kept my eye on him for a while. That is all. You may now go to your personal room, Sinclair." - Griva says & explains the situation to a man known as 'Sinclair'. His looks were rather unusual: bright yellow hair alongside yellow eyes and strange ear piercing.

"I forgot one more thing. If I may.." - Griva promptly stops Sinclair, swiping his hair to the right. There was something on his forehead - a strange mark in pure red.. - "So it's true. The Mark of Cain; given to Cain himself after he begged for God's lament & protection... I apologise for keeping you more than necessary to my liking, you may go." - casually-yet-curiously says Griva. Perhaps the Mark means something.

During said briefing, Sinclair kept his chill and focus, staying calm and silent, his facial expression kept neutral. After he was let go - he silently nodded in agreement and promptly left.

Even at a time like this - War still rages on.

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Birobidjan, Extremium

(OCC: Hello everyone of Talonia. It brings me great shame that I am saying goodbye. It has been a great year on this platform. However, I am becoming more busy and I still have so many ideas for Torturia that I just donÂ’t have enough time to put it into stories and lore. I hope this region gains more devoted followers and new nations after I leave. I will still be on the discord though. I hope thatÂ’s ok. Goodbye Talonia. I wish the best for all of you)

Chyrak, Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Vladis, New Hope Dormar, Birobidjan, Tarukistanate, Extremium, Karkol, Kirovian Tsardom, Volkstonia

(OCC: As well, since IÂ’m leaving NationStates, I will need a new nation to hold on to the EUF (Eurasian United Front). Please ensure it is alive and that the alliance is still going. Once I receive a telegram from a nation that will agree to this, I will leave NationStates.)

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Vladis, New Hope Dormar, Tarukistanate, Extremium, Karkol, Kirovian Tsardom, Republic Of Turmis

Unknown Location

Time: 8 Hours

Emperor: Scientists, why has the light grown brighter?

Head Scientist: We don't know! It doesn't follow any laws of physics!

Assistant Scientist: We are righting everything down, from the time intervals all the way to what color it is. In no way, shape, or form is this humanly possible.

Emperor: 'Humanly possible', you said.

He turns to look at the Light.

Emperor: Then maybe aliens have something to do with this. start exploring the space more and run tests on our neighbors brighter beam.

Head Scientist: Yes sir.

Emperor: I want my sun and moon back.

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Extremium

Hypian News Channel 11

Broadcast On July 10, 2027, 8:36 AM

“Hello, citizens of Hypia! I’m your host, Liam Parsons. Today we’re talking about the massive beams of light spreading across Talonia. For a few days now, the skies of Hypia have been illuminated, even in the dead of night. Now our people are demanding answers. What actually is going on in Extremium? The center of their lands have been emitting these lights, and they have recently become brighter. All we know is the government’s word that we are safe. At this point, can they really be trusted? We want to know what’s really going on! The people demand that the details of this event be publicly released by Extremium. I say, this should be considered a threat if they don’t! However, the president seems to disagree. Is President Carter actually on our side, or is he some kind of foreign puppet? I’ll tell you what, this never would have gone on for so long without answers during the Patterson Presidencies. I know not all of our presidents will be as good as him, but come on! We deserve to know what’s happening.”

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Extremium

Torturia wrote:(OCC: Hello everyone of Talonia. It brings me great shame that I am saying goodbye. It has been a great year on this platform. However, I am becoming more busy and I still have so many ideas for Torturia that I just donÂ’t have enough time to put it into stories and lore. I hope this region gains more devoted followers and new nations after I leave. I will still be on the discord though. I hope thatÂ’s ok. Goodbye Talonia. I wish the best for all of you)

OOC: Farewell, if you ever want to come back, talonia will welcome you with open arms.

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Torturia, New Hope Dormar, Kirovian Tsardom, Republic Of Turmis

Torturia wrote:(OCC: Hello everyone of Talonia. It brings me great shame that I am saying goodbye. It has been a great year on this platform. However, I am becoming more busy and I still have so many ideas for Torturia that I just donÂ’t have enough time to put it into stories and lore. I hope this region gains more devoted followers and new nations after I leave. I will still be on the discord though. I hope thatÂ’s ok. Goodbye Talonia. I wish the best for all of you)

OCC: We will miss you. If you change your mind, I'll keep your land area safe.

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Torturia, New Hope Dormar, Republic Of Turmis

Torturia wrote:(OCC: Hello everyone of Talonia. It brings me great shame that I am saying goodbye. It has been a great year on this platform. However, I am becoming more busy and I still have so many ideas for Torturia that I just donÂ’t have enough time to put it into stories and lore. I hope this region gains more devoted followers and new nations after I leave. I will still be on the discord though. I hope thatÂ’s ok. Goodbye Talonia. I wish the best for all of you)

OOC: ItÂ’s been great, truly. We wish you the best in future endeavors.

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Torturia, New Hope Dormar, Republic Of Turmis

The Strange Light

All across Volkstonia, from the bustling streets and classical state buildings of Volksord, to the most desolate and rural corners of the southern tropical rainforests, to the ancient dockyards of Kriegsmaar, the night sky has been lit up by a strange beam of light originating from the faraway land of ‘Extremium’.

Volkstonian High Office, Volksord

Conversation fills the room, at its centre the large, wooden round table is a disorganized clutter; piles of official documents, beneath many cups of Colombian tea and pens littered across the sea of papers surrounded the map of the world located in the centre.

Present in the room is Minister of War Walter Bernheim, Minister of the Interior Otto Hoffmann, Head of the Volkstonian Aerospace Association Friedrich Eckel, Minister of Foreign Affairs Tomas Schäfer, and President Joachim Helgi. The room had been filled with conversation for quite some time.

Eckel: “Why can’t we just bomb it? Bombing has always worked.”

Bernheim: “Comrade Eck, are you stupid? Extemium is halfway across Talonia! And they won’t like if we try to bomb something on their territory! None of our airbases are within range, so we would have to send our long-range bombers from our aircraft carrier, which in itself is already impossible, and then fly it straight into anti-air and into a f!cking sun! If the light won’t eviscerate our pilots, the AA probably will.”

Eckel: “I want to get our planes airborne! I ain’t letting the Volkstonian air industry halt in its track because of some dumb!ss light.”

Bernheim: “I do, too, Eck! More than you! The goddamn Markians have been using vehicles behind their lines because our Air Force can’t launch any sorties, save for some drones! And Admiral Lindberg from the 2nd Fleet is having a bit of trouble in the Tethys Sea because he can’t see a damn thing!”

Helgi: “Comrades, don’t go throwing insults like this, please. We have a problem to solve. Our citizens can’t sleep.”

Eckel: “Well if we can’t obliterate the damn thing, maybe we could complain about it.”

Helgi: “Have we complained about it, Tomas?”

Schäfer: “Uh, we’ve conveyed some, uh, minor diplomatic protests to the Extremians to stop their light, thingy.”

Eckel: “Woah, woah, hold on. This thing is man-made, and they can control it?”

Schäfer: “Based on, emm, telegrams and public announcements from Extremium, they’ve implied that it is.”

Bernheim: “What?”

Schäfer flips through some papers.

Schäfer: “Oh, wait, no. They’ve, uh, explicitly said that it’s something they’ve been working on, for… 20 years.”

Eckel slams his fist on the desk.

Eckel: “That’s f!cking outrageous! So these selfish !ssholes think that they can blast damn light onto everyone like it’s nobody’s business? F!ck these weirdos!”

Hoffmann: “Exactly, Eck. This is outrageous. We have every right to complain to Extremium. As does every other country on Talonia.”

Helgi: “I think we can all agree on that. Tomas, I want you to demand an explanation from the Extremians. Summon their ambassador if you have to.”

Schäfer: “Yes, comrade.”

Helgi: “Rest of you, keep sticking to the plan. Remind the public to keep calm. Hoffmann, keep reminding the public to close all curtains and turn off any light sources. And continue distributing the free sunglasses.”

(Everyone else): “Yes, comrade.”

The Ministers exit the room, the President sitting on his chair, staring at the giant map of the world at the end of the room.

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Extremium, Kirovian Tsardom

Light that frightens the blind

In the former office of Arlo Brewster sits de facto dictator of Precceton, Phillip Kallus, with his head in his arms. Across from him sits his cohort, Trent Golan.

Kallus: I donÂ’t know Trent, I just donÂ’t know.

Golan: Â

Kallus: Jenevians are already asking questionsÂ… if they learn the truth, that a nation is so much more advanced than us that they can build a giant luminous laser which lights up a continent, we are finished, we canÂ’t lose all this already!

Golan: we lie to them!

Kallus: easier said than done, what would we tell them? How would we explain this? ItÂ’s magic? ItÂ’s aliens? I just donÂ’t knowÂ… and if we donÂ’t say anything, IÂ’m afraid they will flock toÂ… himÂ

Golan: Michael Preston? HeÂ’s not a threat, our men will soon find him, he and his followers will all be killed, killedÂ… withoutÂ… mercyÂ

Kallus: Ha! DonÂ’t let your bloodlust get in the way of your politics my friend, now come, itÂ’s time for dinner.

Gibraltar Free Democratic Republic, Extremium, Askrieg

Aleksanteri III reported dead

Breaking news, Car-Kaiser Aleksanteri III was reported dead. He died peacefully at the age of 53. Car-Kaiser Michael II of the Gartieg dynasty has been elected as the new monarch of Zyreaika. The military dictatorship hereby is ended. As if there are no other worries, the light coming from Extremium has now transformed into a some kind of 'Laser beam' the strictly religious Zyreaikians are currently losing their minds performing rituals on the streets. This is Ulveham news with Breaking news.

Car-Kaiser Michael II: It seems like this light won't stop any time soon.

Prime Minister Rasmus Martin: Yes your majesty, the light is certainly becoming a problem for our religion, we are afraid that they want war.

Car-Kaiser Michael II: NO, THAT IS NOT AND WILL NEVER BE AN OPTION. I DONT CARE IF THEY WANT WAR. WE ARE STAYING OUT OF THIS.

Prime Minister Rasmus Martin: Yes your majesty, we shall wait and see what happens next. Should we alarm the police forces?

Car-Kaiser Michael II: Yes, alarm them. Tell them to arrest each one of them pracitising rituals on the streets. They are allowed to those at home not in public.

Prime Minister Rasmus Martin: Ofcourse, your majesty.

Extremium

Emperor Otto II deathly ill

The holy emperor of Thorbia Otto II has fallen sick with a nasty case of pneumonia. The sudden sickness is not considered an assassination attempt as the nations doctors have ruled out everything relating to an attempt at the holy emperors life. The sickness is most likely related to smoking. As the emperor is in a dire condition, the crown princess Elise is being prepared rapidly to rule even though she is only 8 years old. The princess shared deep concern for the nation:

"If my daddy goes away I'm going to be the bestest leader there ever is. I'll make sure everyone gets to ride the big ponies in the castle with me-"

Askrieg, Cacachia

(I procrastinated so this post is based on the past)

WERTHYUM ANNOUNCES SHOCKING PLAN TO DEAL WITH DRUG CARTEL IN SQUIRLIS

3rd May 2027

Werthyum steps up to the podium and starts talking.A lot of the country, especially residents of Squrlis, are watching on television.

“I am a man of my word,I said I would take immediate action on the Squrlis situation so I am.I have decided that the most efficient way is to put the whole city on lockdown.No one enters, no one leaves.We are doing this so the cartel members cannot simply leave the city, nor can anything get imported in or out.We will be sending special forces and detectives to Squirlis to find and arrest the people who are endangering our people.I understand why you may not agree, but I assure you this is the safest and quickest way to get all this over with.Starting tomorrow, civilians have 7 days to enter or exit the city, but after that anyone seen trying to get in or out will be arrested and interrogated.We encourage everyone who this affects to stay strong and get through this together.”

The crowd of reporters start shouting,trying to get his attention but the president walks off, taking no questions.

NATIONAL NEWS CHANNEL

CARRAWAY: AN INQUIRY TO THE LIGHT IS ONGOING

Co-Consul Johann Carraway was on Fort Aurora earlier today, announcing the flight of the research flight regarding the evidently amplifying effect of "The Light," whatever it is. However, during his appearance, he was side-tracked by one of the questions by the attending journalist.

He was asked why Commandant Jacquiline Ryan hasn't been seen in quite some time. Since her departure to St. Thorbia to oversee the first phase of the Task Group One procurement, no news or press releases has been made from her office. As if she just disappear from the face of Talonia.

"Huh? How do you know about that?" was verbatim the response Carraway gave to the media. He continued, "I cannot discuss an ongoing operations due to our operators safety, but you have my word that she is safe. She is just having a slight detour to Precceton for a visit." Which is a completely innocent answer and not totally intentionally obscure.

He then carried on with the research presentation. Donning a sunglasses, on account of the freaking Light, he takes the stage in front of a flight hangar in the airbase.

"Fellow Askriegians," He begins his speech,

"You must wonder what the hell is up with the annoying Light thingy in our sky. It must have been a while since Askrieg had actually has a night. It has disturbed your sleep, your work, the economy, shady government deals made in shady alleyways."

He continued, "You are not alone. For a time now, the diplomatic channels in Talonia has raised similar concern regarding the freaking Light. Most notably, the Moukden And Kirin, who threated a certain neighbor of ours with embargo. And also our new allies Thorbia, who launched an independent, totally-not-helped-by-us, spy plane towards the source of the freaking Light. But these methods yielded no response, and are made in confidence from the public."

Carraway then pointed at the crowd, making a point, "But that's the problem, it's made in confidence. It yielded no result because it's made without the knowledge of the public. Therefore, there is no weight of the whole nation thrown behind the efforts. Effectively launching well meaning words at the freaking Light."

Carraway then gestured toward one member of the officers behind him, a young lieutenant in military attire. "This is Lt. Wayne. He just recently graduated from our academy, and was the top of his class. His thesis was about the Effect of Military Humanitarian Aid to Malnourished Children in Underdeveloped Villages, as he was a Red Cross volunteer at that time. He also pioneered the Paws for Partners initiative in the Guards, where the project pairs PTSD veterans with homeless, shelter dogs. I had also just been informed that he takes care of his 3 young brothers, and an exceptional cook. He also never misses any of his friends' birthdays and calls his mother daily. Surely, this lovely young man poses no threat to the freaking Light. He just want to know the truth."

Carraway then unveiled a plane behind him. "He will be flying this, a Cessna plane. Literally the most harmless thing you could ever fly. It has no guns, no defense system, it just has a single prop engine. There will also a banner flying from its' tail that says 'DONATE TO STARVING CHILDREN.' Literally the most harmless thing in the sky. The entire flight will be livestreamed in a non-profit charity channel on the internet, and all gifts and subs from the stream will be donated to a cancer research foundation. Literally no harm is being done."

Lt. Wayne then gets into the plane and starts it up. As it was taxiing the runway, the crowd waved good bye at him. "Bye-bye, Lt. Wayne! I hope you have a great flight and get home safe!" Carraway says, with a smile in his face.

Birobidjan, Extremium

Emperors palace in Caco City

Time is 5 Hours

The Emperor, head scientists, and head military leaders have settled down, about to talk about the chaos going around Talonia

Emperor: That god damn light has kept everyone awake! AND NOW IT'S BRIGHTER! LIKE WTF?!?!?! We need a solution.

General: Well, we figured out the terrorists problem. We have managed to capture and interrogate each one. Without one of their leaders, they were stumped.

Emperor: Great. What about you scientists?

Head Scientist: Well...you were right about you outer space theory. It is most likely alien.

Assistant Scientist: But... the beam of light will not disappear anytime soon. Not only that, but it will get brighter.

The Emperor gets so upset, he screams and everyone tenses up.

Emperor: Oh, for f[]cks sake! Not even my dimmed windows mixed with the strongest curtains covered up with a mattress couldn't stop the Light. And your telling me it's going to get brighter!?!

The Emperor takes a deep breath

Emperor: All of you are dismissed. Next time I want better news.

He marches off, leaving everyone else scared and worried about the Emperors mental health

Extremium

It Burns!

(OOC: meant to post this yesterday but I did not have the time)

Ozeri stared at the city. He could see that many buildings were reduced to rubble or had visible parts missing from them due to the amount of shelling his ships did.

“Holy hell…” He said in awe.

Vice Admiral Caan walks up to him.

“Admiral, are you doing ok?”

“Yeah…I just forgot about the destruction that comes from war.”

“It's nice and all that you’re remembering the effects of war, but I’ve called a meeting with the Captains to discuss how we are going to make landings. We need you to take part in it.”

“Alright, let’s go.”

Caan leads Ozeri to the meeting room. When they get there, they can see the captains sitting down at their respective spots and waiting for the meeting to start. Ozeri takes his place at the head of the table and begins to speak.

“Gentlemen, before we discuss the plan, I would like to congratulate you all for being so cooperative during the last operation. Had it not been for your cooperation, we would have been sent straight to Davy Jones Locker. Now I have some ideas for our invasion. First off…”

Suddenly, a flash of light enveloped the room. Everyone began to scream in pain. It felt like their eyes were melting out of their sockets. “Close the damn windows!” Ozeri screamed. Caan felt his way over to the windows and shut them.

Shortly after the windows were closed, the people’s pain began to subside. “Is everyone ok?” Ozeri asked. “Yeah…” the capatians said. “What the hell was that!?!” Ozeri yelled. “That’s was a clear sign from G-d if I’ve ever seen one!” One of the captains remarked. “Agreed, we should reconvene this meeting.” Caan remarked. “Fine, If we must.” Ozeri said while being annoyed that his plan to capture Birobidjan City would have to be put on hold.

The war has grinded to a halt, but it can not be stopped foreverÂ

Idevk, Ishiski

The brightest brains of Thorbia

After certain aviation related incidents, the imperial institute for science has approached the imperial airforce to co-develop a state of the art groundbreaking low visibility aircraft for non-military use. The project will take 5 year give or take. The imperial insitute for science and imperial airforce have secured a blank cheque from the emperor in his sickened state. The recent incidents have no influence of the development of this civillian aircraft.

"The brightest minds of Thorbia will come together to go higher, faster and stealthier. We will be using ideas and technologies from this project for civilian aviation in due time using trickle down development. These design studies will show the world that even during unpredicable times, the brightest people will make the biggest effects on the world. There is no cause for concern, the aircraft will never be armed with weaponry because we will hopefully reach speeds so high, it would just shoot its own wings off."

Commented Dr. William A. D. Gardner. Head of aircraft design, imperial airforce.

Re sat in a room, with RYOSHU by her side...

It's a sort of room for interviews, in an undisclosed location.

Re held a piece of paper on a notebook in front of her, which was signed by the Director... and RYOSHU.

RYOSHU sat with her eyes closed, arms crossed, as her cigarette exhumed some smoke softly...

Yaermand had her hand at her chin, as she skimmed through the paper, and put it down, sighing...

Re: "RYOSHU... are you sure these are good candidates?? I'm not too sure about this myself."

RYOSHU opened her eyes, looking at her as she called to her, and pulled her cig out of her mouth with 2 fingers...

Fwoooo... she let the smoke out of her mouth.

RYOSHU: "Trust me... These are all either SDA or some prominent scholars. Especially the ones for..."

Re: "Yes, I know... for the floor of Natural Sciences, the floor of Art, Literature and Fiction, the floor of Philosophy and Religion, and the floor of History, Guides and Records..."

RYOSHU: "Mmmm. You know it all. So why question it?"

Re: "They're still SDA. Aren't they..."

RYOSHU: "They're not going to be there all the time. They're Patron Managers, there to control during busy times and when they can. They need something to do in their lives apart from.. what they already do, Re."

RYOSHU took a puff from her cigarette, as Re shuffled the pages... seeing the applicants...

Re: "Wh.. What about their will to participate?"

RYOSHU: "Signed up for it themselves."

Re sighed a bit, as she shifted the papers again...

Re: "Alright. Call in the first applicant for the first floor."

Karkol, Kirovian Tsardom

28 JUNE 2027 - 1470 SUKKHAN AVENUE, KHANBALIK

President Jochi Khasar's time was running out. Shortly after his confrontation with the director of the CARMEN Project, doctors diagnosed him with stage 4 lung cancer. His life was slowly ticking down.

He looked down at the nation that he led. The bustling metropolis, although majestic and ruthlessly efficient, was built with flesh and blood. Had he made the right decision when he attacked Torturia? Perhaps, the people would've overthrown Elton anyway. Perhaps, he didn't need to kill 702,000 people.

Khasar, sulking, collapsed into his chair. There was a knock on the door.

KHASAR: Come in.

A young woman strides into the room, her head held high, exuding an air of confidence. Her midnight black suit contrasts sharply against her fair complexion. Khasar's expression lightens as he lays his eyes on the woman.

KHASAR: Uranzaya! What brings you here at this hour?

The woman, named Uranzaya Tungalag, was one of Khasar's most trusted party members. She was originally going to be th vice-president before it was decided that the position wouldn't be required.

URANZAYA: Hope you're feeling better, Mr. Khasar. I believe we need to have a serious conversation about the future of Kirin.

She leans closer to Khasar.

URANZAYA: I don't mean to act pessimistic, but I couldn't help but notice you've been ill for some time now. It's clear that your health is deteriorating rapidly.

Khasar fixates his sharp gaze at Uranzaya.

KHASAR: Yes, I'm well aware of that. You should know that my term runs until the end of next year and that I'm the one who decides my successor in the party.

Uranzaya smiles and nods.

URANZAYA: And I've come here today to discuss precisely that, Mr. Khasar. You see, I've been watching you, observing your weak leadership and your inability to make the right decisions. The people are losing faith in you.

KHASAR: Leading a country is not an easy task, especially when faced with such overwhelming challenges such as that blasted light from Extremium. I am doing what is best for the country. You are not in a position to criticize me.

URANZAYA: Challenges, yes. But every challenge is an opportunity, Mr. Khasar. I am someone who understands that better than anyone. I am the embodiment of resilience, strength, and above all, cunning.

Uranzaya's confidence doesn't go unnoticed. Khasar looks at Uranzaya wearily.

KHASAR: Look. I'm no sexist, but Kirinian society is clearly biased towards men. I'm afraid they won't accept a woman as their leader, let alone one as... rash as you.

URANZAYA: Rash, Mr. Khasar? No, no. The people yearn for a strong and decisive ruler, someone who can navigate through the murkiest waters without hesitation. They need someone who is willing to do whatever it takes to secure our nation's prosperity.

KHASAR: And you believe you're that person? Who's to say you won't use your power for personal gain, rather than for the good of the people?

URANZAYA: Please, Mr. Khasar. You can't call me out on that matter. You've handled this whole Nights of Light situation horribly, and now we've lost one of our biggest trading partners. You care too much about others.

Uranzaya leans in even closer. Khasar gulps. Her voice is low and hypnotic.

URANZAYA: Mr. Khasar, power is merely a tool, a means to an end. And my end is a prosperous Kirin, a Kirin that stands tall and victorious. I assure you, I am willing to go to any length to achieve that, even if it means swaying those who dare to oppose me.

KHASAR: Your ambitions, your willingness to manipulate... It goes against what a true leader should be.

URANZAYA: Fear is a powerful motivator. It's a reminder that your time is running out, that decisions must be made swiftly and unyieldingly. So, I implore you, Khasar, choose me as your successor. I will take this nation to new heights. And your legacy will be remembered as the catalyst that sparked our ascent.

KHASAR: I need time to think, Uranzaya. Please, leave me now.

Uranzaya's smile twists and widens.

URANZAYA: Of course, Mr. Khasar. Take all the time you need, but remember that time is a fleeting luxury and opportunities slip away as easily as sand through an hourglass. Make your decision wisely, for the fate of our nation hangs in the balance.

Uranzaya turns and gracefully departs the room. As her footsteps echo down the corridor, Khasar looks to the skies, searching for an answer.

Extremium, Karkol, Kirovian Tsardom

Kirovia, July [XX], 2027.

Glavdomska Parliament.

It was a typical day for the people in the Parliament. Since it is used as HeadQuarters by the Federation since the start of the war, most of them were KIS' High-Command. Griva, with a couple of other Commandiers, were planning their actions after the light returns to normal power. Sinclair, Griva's new Second-in-Command, was also present, yet he stood relatively silent; only giving remarks if the plan is 'good or bad'.

The so-called 'meeting' of the High-Command is short-lived, as it is interrupted when a small group of Four heavily-geared men walk in - "Everyone! Down on the ground! This is a takeover! We do not plan to harm you unless you not follow what we say!" - yells out one of them. The Commandiers are in shock and panic, as most of them get down on the ground with arms on their heads. The only ones that did not get down are, respectfully, Griva and Sinclair.

"I assume one of you two is Griva. Which one? Answer or your colleagues will go to the Monarch one-by-one!" - yelled out another man, aiming his gun down at one of the High-Commanding officers. Yet, the two did not get down, they were just standing. Perhaps thinking of a plan.. And there it was;

"If I go along with you, will you promise not to hurt anyone else? I assume you went through roof access, since we are on the Third floor, and the main entrance is being heavily guarded." - casually comments Griva whilst taking a smoke - huffing it, as if to insult the armed men.

They casually look at each other, and one replies - "Well yeah, obvi-" - but before he could finish that sentence, Griva fired off a single shot at the man, directly hitting his head. His body collapses over, and the leftover Trio takes a moment to realise what happened. Before they could take action - they are quickly dispatched by Griva and Sinclair alike; one hit to the head, second - shoulder, third - leg. Griva and Sinclair walk up to the two that are wounded, kicking off their weapons and disarming them with whatever they had on them. Judging by their looks and training - they are not sent here by the Tsardom forces. They are akin to insurgents or rebels of sorts. But seriously, rebels...?

"Y- you.. You won't get away with it! Our commander will send more people for your head..!" - says the wounded, panic-induced insurgent. Griva raises an eyebrow, despite her lackluster-emotionless face - "You have made yourself useful right about now. I was thinking about executing you on the spot, but.. Guess you'll have to live for now." - says Griva with a menacing tone, pulling a couple of bandages and zipties she always carries on her. She was sure to leave this one alive.

"Sinclair, 'rid of this one. He is to be legally executed for Espionage and Anti-Government workforce. Do it however your will requires." - casually says Griva to Sinclair. - "Yes, Commander." - Sinclair responds to Griva with a deadpan expression. The second man panics rather quickly, screaming in fear and meaninglessly struggling.. And yet - he is quickly silenced by Sinclair's arm, forcing the insurgent to scream into his palm and struggle furiously; before being promptly shot directly in the head. Sinclair got up, and stared at the body for a bit, before glaring at Griva.

"I'll personally take care of him. You may release the Hi-Com and rid of bodies. Never knew that this could happen.." - Griva says casually to Sinclair, as he nodded in response.

'But seriously, rebels..?'

Extremium, Karkol

29 JUNE 2027 - 1470 SUKKHAN AVENUE, KHANBALIK

Another day dawns over Khanbalik, casting its light on the city that never sleeps. President Jochi Khasar rises from his bed, feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. The urgency of the decision he must make gnaws at him, but there is a newfound determination in his eyes.

As he makes his way to the presidential office, he encounters concerned looks from his staff. Rumors of his illness have spread, and the uncertainty surrounding the leadership of Kirin adds to the palpable tension in the air. Upon entering his office, Khasar finds Uranzaya already waiting, her demeanor composed but the anticipation evident in her eyes. She rises and smiles once more as he enters, and the room falls silent.

KHASAR: Ms. Tungalag, I've given careful thought to our conversation yesterday. The future of Kirin is at stake, and I understand the responsibility that rests on my shoulders.

Uranzaya listens intently, her gaze unwavering.

KHASAR: It is obviously true that my health is deteriorating, and the challenges we face demand someoje who can navigate the complexities of Talonian politics.

Khasar pauses.

KHASAR: Your understanding of power as a means to an end has its merits. However, the path you advocate raises concerns about the ethical foundations of our leadership.

A flicker of curiosity appears in Uranzaya's eyes.

KHASAR: Therefore, after careful consideration, I've decided that my successor should be someone who can navigate the murkiest waters without losing direction. Uranzaya, you are not the leader Kirin needs in this critical moment.

A brief silence ensues, filled with tension. However, Uranzaya is completely unphased. She begins to giggle.

Uranzaya steps forward, her figure framed by the dimmed lights. President Jochi Khasar, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern, looks at Uranzaya, uncertain of what she was doing.

URANZAYA: Apologies. Where are my manners? See, Khasar, I knew that there was a strong possibility that you'd say no, you old shrivelled sack of crap. Your time as President is over. Decisive action is required to ensure Kirin's stability and you are simply unfit. You lead this nation with no direction.

She smiles coldly.

URANZAYA: Guards?

Without muttering a single word, Khasar's personal bodyguards take hold of Khasar, constraining him. He stares hopelessly into Uranzaya's empty, red eyes.

KHASAR: Uranzaya, you can't be serious! This is not the way to lead.

URANZAYA: The nation needs a leader who isn't afraid to make tough choices. Consider this my first act as the new leader of Kirin. Goodbye, Khasar.

The last thing Khasar saw before the world went pitch black was Uranzaya's wretched smile. Kirin was under new management.

Extremium, Karkol, Kirovian Tsardom

Everyone has a limit

Confederate daily News

Another happy day in Precceton today! Today we are bringing you our lovely Phillip Kallus live from Byrn! Watch as he adresses the nation skillfully and gracefully!

“Citizens of Precceton! I wanted to personally update on our research into the flow above our heads at night. We have discovered that it is coming from the nation of Extremium, far to the north. Unfortunately it’s proven impossible to pinpoint a cause for the light, and very exhaustive to try, all we know is it is perfectly safe. We are ending all efforts to discover the cause as it is just too pricey. Thank you!”

*Murmurs from the crowd*

“That’s it?” “We aren’t going to investigate further?” “This is outrageous!”

The crowd begins to stir, people begin to yell. Kallus looks on stunned.

*in the studio*

“Cut the footage now!” “Wait, I want to see how this plays out” “are you mad?! Cut it NOW!!”

The rocks start flying, Kallus regains his focus and rushes backstage, not a moment after a Molotov cocktail engulfs the stage in flame.

A gunshot is heard in the studio behind the screen and the footage is cut.

The Problem with Infrastructure in the South

Outside the southern big cities and towns like Altsord in Southern Volkstonia, the infrastructure is piss poor. Often for hundreds of miles, the only roads are small gravel and dirt roads surrounded by miles of desolate, hot rainforest on all sides; barely enough to accomodate regular civilian, let alone an army of thousands of tanks, trucks and IFVs during wartime. A clear contrast from the bustling highways and wide streets of the north.

With the focus of the Markian Insurgency switching to the rainforests, this has become a problem Volksord cannot ignore, unlike what the past three administrations have done.

High Office, Volksord.

The high office is unusually clean, after a thorough inspection by a maintenance crew. President Helgi, Head of the Volkstonian Aerospace Association Friedrich Eckel, Minister of Foreign Affairs Tomas Schäfer, Minister of Rural Development Kris Dietrich, Minister of the Economy Albert Bild, and Minister of War Walter Bernheim are present in the room. Discussion regarding previous topics have been going on for some time.

Schäfer: “…Comrade President, we are working on

uh, a reply letter. I’ve gotten some news that, uh, Kirin, of all nations, are the most outraged about the, uh, light thingy. What really confuses me, is emm, how none of Extremium’s neighbours have sent complaints to them so far…”

Eckel: “Maybe they’re all dead?”

Schäfer: “Nah, Eck, I don’t think so. Our, uh, embassies in those countries have not indicate such a, emm, happening.”

Eckel: “Well maybe they’re dead too?”

Helgi: “Alright comrades, that’s enough. I think Extremium’s neighbours are still alive. Except for Kirovia - I think it’s safe to say those lot are all deceased. The others are just…”

Helgi coughs for a bit, and then continues his sentence.

Helgi: “I really do not get why you would NOT complain when your neighbour has made a second sun.”

Dietrich: “Comrade President, if I may remind you about the agenda for this meeting.”

Helgi: “Ah, yes.”

Helgi flips through some papers, and sips his Colombian tea.

Helgi: “Infrastructure in the south. What’s this got to do with our problems?”

Dietrich: “A lot, Comrade President. Allow me to explain.”

Valheim picks up a remote, playing some footage from the frontlines on the large 48-inch flat LED television in the front of the room. The footage shows a T-80 tank of the Volksarmia struggling to fit through a narrow gap between two large trees. The dirt road is small and cut off at some points by grass.

Dietrich: “As you can see, comrades, the roads in the south are in piss poor condition. These roads have not changed since the time of President Ulbrick. They are causing quite a problem for the army, aren’t they, Comrade Walt?”

Bernheim takes a moment to think.

Bernheim: “Yep, they’re quite sh!t. Been there a few times myself when I was deployed in ‘74.”

Dietrich: “Exactly. So what i’m thinking, Comrade President, is to increase the annual budget of the Ministry of Rural Development. We need to invest in building bigger, better roads in the south, so both our servicemen and our ordinary citizens can travel along easily in the south. I already have a detailed plan for construction drawn up.”

Dietrich presses a remote and switches the slide to a map of southern Volkstonia. It shows a new network of highways and train tracks stretching throughout a large part of the south, including a long highway that encompasses Altsord to Angolstadt, and further south to some minor cities.

Helgi: “Hmm, that seems like quite the project. How much money do you need?”

Dietrich: “This will need an investment of about 158 billion Volksmarks (USD ~$10 billion). It’ll take about a year to complete, by June 2028.”

Helgi: “Well that is pretty darn expensive. Where do we source all that money from? And no capitalistic sources, comrades.”

Dietrich: “The annual budget, Comrade President.”

Helgi: “Hmm. Bild, is that achievable?”

Bild: “Well, this would reduce the amount of future funding for other ministries including Education and War, but yeah, it’s achievable.”

Bernheim: “The MoW? Come on, now. We’re in the middle of a damn insurgency.”

Dietrich: “Yes, but we’re talking potential future funding. Not a single cent deducted from your current funds, Walt. And think about this - this project will hugely improve the state of infrastructure in the south. We’re talking long, big highways and trains. Moving around will be so much easier for the troops.”

Bernheim: “Is that true, Bild?”

Bild: “Yeah, pretty much. This will also be a boost to our economy. Commerce in the south will be so much easier with these new roads. I honestly don’t know why this hasn’t already been built in our 120 years of existence.”

Bernheim: “Well, fine. But don’t touch our share of the GDP! It has and shall remain nearly 20%.”

Helgi: “Alright, great. But how about the Markians? Will they pose a threat to the completion of the project?”

Dietrich: “The majority of the highways are outside of Markian controlled territory. And as for the part that is inside Markian controlled territory, we expect the military to liberate those in a few months.”

Bernheim: “Of course! Our military is powerful compared to those rats. We’ll obliterate them before they touch our roads.”

Helgi: “Alright. No other questions, then?”

The room is silent.

Helgi: “Project is approved, then. We’ll wait for a state company to accept the contract for the project. Now onto the next agenda…”

West Vesteria, Extremium

LOCKDOWN DAY IN SQUIRLIS

1 week has passed, and all exits and entries to Squirlis are being closed. Residents have had time to either leave or enter, but they can't have second thoughts now. Large, heavily guarded and tall fences have been put around the city as if it were a massive crime scene. Even the ports and the beaches are patrolled. The president wasn't exaggerating at all. Protesters gather as the boundaries are put up, clearly displaying their frustration with this ‘inhumane act’ as they are calling it. a member of the protest is being interviewed now.

“Werthyum ‘promised’ he would deal with the drug cartel, but this is just insanity! What is he thinking locking us up in one big cage? I honestly don't get why people voted for him”

They then shouted to the rest of the crowd:

“WE’RE STAYING HERE UNTIL THEY TAKE ALL THIS DOWN”

there was a cheer but then a policeman guarding the gate chuckled and said

“You're gonna be there the whole week then”

some other policemen and women laughed and the campaigners shouted at them, extremely annoyed. The people of Squrlis have realised how serious this was. They were officially trapped there, and no one knows for how long.

Undisclosed underground facility, Extremity Heights.

In the control room, a few workers including the director with his place skin, smug, black eyes, and that black hair with a yellow streak...

A girl with long, beautiful lavender hair.. and closed eyes... and the same green-haired man with the hairbun...

There were more workers there observing how the Seeds were working.

It's been 1 and a half days since they pushed the Seeds to their limit, and they were making sure nothing was going wrong.

Fubi: "Seems like it's going just as planned~ Which is good, nobody would have wanted a disaster at this magnitude."

Girl: "Sir, Nah'tersou. Why cannot we just push the Seeds to work like this for 1 and a half more day to push the project to finish early?"

Man: "Yeah, was about to ask.. it's much faster and more potent like this, no?"

Fubi turned around to face the two, sighing as he softly pushed around his earring with one finger...

Fubi: "Weeeell.. you may be thinking the difference in wear-down and potency is a diagonal right? No harm done if we did it quicker..."

But he smirked.

Fubi: "But in reality, if it works at a higher potency, the wear-down rate is going to increase much faster than you expect. Not one to one, but one to two... so, squared. We needed a perfect time to actually push them to a higher potency level--"

He got interrupted, as the laid back man sat up, coughing a bit...

Man: "Ahem... S-Sorry, you mean that's NOT the limit?!"

Fubi: "Hmm? Who told you it was?"

The girl looked upset as well... seems like she hates information being withheld from her...

Girl: "...YOU did, Nah'tersou."

Man: "I thought that was the limit...?"

Fubi sighed, tilting his head...

Fubi: "Listen.. if the rate at which the seeds are working right now were the limit, then not only would we not have been able to properly use the seeds for the duration and plans we had. Not to mention, if we made it JUST perfect to make the planned building, it'd just... potentially crack. It's hazardous. So we just straight up kept working to give us extra room for safety reasons and kept working on it."

The girl listened closely, curious.. but the Man was just shocked...

Man: "...D-Damn... Then what IS the limit..?"

Fubi smirked smugly, a grin growing...

Fubi: "...Level 1 blindness up to about... Hypia. Like at the northernmost point of Hypia. The Library would be finished in a mere 1 and a half days."

Man: "T-That's..."

He turned back around to face the monitors, as he laughed a bit, and then made a soft little "cute" voice, imitating a cat character of sorts...

Fubi: "But thamk god it ishn't am I wight..."

Girl: "Sir, please mature up a bit."

Man: "N-No no, that's his way of kinda.. relaxing so to speak... it's fine."

Fubi turned around quickly, surprised and slightly embarrassed...

Fubi: "Wh... Don't call me CYNICAL!"

Man: "But I weren't!"

The man got up, putting a hand to his chest, as the chair behind him spun a bit...

Fubi: "I'm gonna give you the 'disgusted' face if you don't cease!"

Man: "B-But I REALLY didn't!"

The girl sighed, watching the two... and opened her eyes...

Girl: "...Cease. Please. Esotern, sir, please act your age... Nah'tersou, sir, please act your position."

The two looked at her, as Fubi sighed out...

Fubi: "...Sigh. I guess you are right, Magnolia. But we're not really at work, are we now?? Come on. Let's go get some HamHamPangPang."

He went to the door, Netzach putting his hand up behind his back as he followed Fubi, with Magnolia watching them, and closing her eyes.

Magnolia: "Only if you are paying, sir."

Kirovian Tsardom, Daiwon

30 JUNE 2027 - JUGALAN SUN AMPHITHEATRE, KHANBALIK

Over 50,000 Kirinians sat before the gargantuan stage of the Jugalan Sun Amphitheatre, eagerly awaiting a public announcement allegely relating to President Jochi Khasar's sickness. Most knew that the news wouldn't be positive.

Uranzaya appears on a podium adorned with the Kirinian national flag. Soft, melancholic music plays in the background. The cameras shift and focus on her face.

URANZAYA: My fellow Kirinians, it is with a heavy heart that I stand before you today. Our beloved President, Jochi Khasar, has left us, departing from this world after a valiant battle against lung cancer, a battle none of us wished he had to fight.

Her eyes glisten with faux tears. She dabs her eyes with a napkin before continuing.

URANZAYA: President Khasar dedicated his life to the service of our great nation. Khasar was born in 1936 to two civil servants. He joined the late Khagan Aisin Gioro's personal cabinet in 1964 and played a huge part in the reopening of Kirin in 1978. When the Khagan sadly passed in 2024, he stepped up and took the daunting task of leading Kirin. He faced challenges that tested his resolve, and in the end, it was a battle against an insidious enemy that claimed his strength and vitality.

A few more sniffles escape as Uranzaya turns around and takes a moment, appearing to gather herself.

URANZAYA: As we mourn his passing, we must also look ahead to the future. In accordance with our constitution and the principles of a resilient democracy, I, Uranzaya Tungalag, will be stepping into the role of Acting President until the upcoming 2028 elections.

The crowd audibly gasps. A woman? Leading Kirin? This has to be a joke. Uranzaya scans the audience with a sympathetic gaze.

URANZAYA: During this transitional period, my commitment to serving you, the people of Kirin, remains unwavering. Together, we will honor President Khasar's legacy by overcoming the challenges that lie ahead. I assure you that my leadership will be guided by compassion, wisdom, and an unyielding dedication to our beloved Kirin. Let us unite in these trying times. Your support means everything to me, and I am more than ready to repay you by forging Kirin a path toward newfound prosperity, resilience, and strength.

A few murmurs are heard. Uranzaya raises her hands and looks to the sky, a traditional Kirinian method of mourning the dead. The camera captures the seemingly genuine sorrow on the faces of those in attendance.

URANZAYA: May President Khasar rest in peace. And may our great nation continue to thrive under the watchful eyes of its devoted citizens.

The camera fades out. Uranzaya's insidious smile reappears as she walks back into the tunnel, hidden beneath a mask of false empathy.

Chyrak, Extremium, Karkol, Daiwon

(OCC: The EUF will officially be taken over to Vladis since I wonÂ’t be here anymore. I still recommend people to join the alliance as it is an excellent opportunity. As well, I will set my nation to vacation mode and move to a different region. This way, my nation wonÂ’t cease to exist. If I want to come back to it one day, I will. Farewell Talonia)

Vladis, New Hope Dormar, Republic Of Turmis, Daiwon

An heir for the throne

July 2nd, 2027, the date Car-Kaiser Michael II officially announced something shocking to the Zyreaiki people.

Michael II: Hello my dearest citizens. Today, the 2nd of July 2027, i will officially announced that we got an heir for the throne.

Many people begin questioning. Who is that heir to the throne? Will it be a girl or a boy? Will they be able to correctly rule Zyreaika one day?

Prime Minister Rasmus Martin: Everybody! Please shut. The Car-Kaiser wants to speak.

Michael II: Thank you Rasmus. So now that i announced that we got an heir for the throne, i shall tell you it's name. Please welcome the future Car-Kaiser of Zyreaika: Connor.

A small toddler, who appears to have a pale skin tone slowly walked out to the balcony

Michael II: Connor turned 5 years old today and the tradition says that the heir shall be announced at the age 5.

Prime Minister Rasmus Martin: Okay now that that's done let's finish this.

The Car-Kaiser, the heir to the throne and the Prime minister walk back into the palace

Daiwon

OOC: The official EUF page will appear in my factbook soon. Torturia is no longer considered the founder of EUR, but if he return, I will transfer the board back to him.

New Hope Dormar, Karkol, Republic Of Turmis, Cacachia, Daiwon

The nation mourns

After a hard fought battle of pneumonia, his heavenly presence the holy emperor, duke of Atschen Otto II has died.

The 8 year old crown princess Elise will be crowned empress after the funeral of her father. This brings to an end an era of the rather tyrannical Otto and brings another one. Empress Elise will be second youngest Thorbian ruling monarch. Her actions will at first be controlled by an imperial security council but their power isn't real as their power is given to them by the emperor. The last time the security council was incharge, emperor Drake the bloody killed every last memeber at the age of 14 back in 1813.

The nation is shaken to it's core but the upcoming empress doesn't seem phased at all, a worrying sign that she will be no better than any previous Thorbian ruling monarch. Though she enjoyes a lot of approval as she is a child so she has not yet been able to spoil the approval.

The emperors state burial will take place the next saturday as to allow for the whole nation to tune in for the burial service.

God give us strenght, because we know we're going to need it.

Daiwon

Thorbia wrote:The nation mourns

After a hard fought battle of pneumonia, his heavenly presence the holy emperor, duke of Atschen Otto II has died.

The 8 year old crown princess Elise will be crowned empress after the funeral of her father. This brings to an end an era of the rather tyrannical Otto and brings another one. Empress Elise will be second youngest Thorbian ruling monarch. Her actions will at first be controlled by an imperial security council but their power isn't real as their power is given to them by the emperor. The last time the security council was incharge, emperor Drake the bloody killed every last memeber at the age of 14 back in 1813.

The nation is shaken to it's core but the upcoming empress doesn't seem phased at all, a worrying sign that she will be no better than any previous Thorbian ruling monarch. Though she enjoyes a lot of approval as she is a child so she has not yet been able to spoil the approval.

The emperors state burial will take place the next saturday as to allow for the whole nation to tune in for the burial service.

God give us strenght, because we know we're going to need it.

The Daiwon Shogunate Council sends it's sincere condolences, quote "Though duke Otto II was quite the tyrannical ruler, no person deserves to die early. We hereby wish the Thorbian people strenght and morale, for their homeland is going through a dark time."

National News Service

Vladis, Sudal

Reaction to the death of Duke Atschen Otto II.

After receiving the news of the death of Emperor Thorbia, the President of the Republic Vladis sent an official telegram to the people of the Holy Empire and members of the deceased's family.

Here is her text:

"Dear brothers and sisters from Thorbia!

On my own behalf and on behalf of the entire people of our Republic, I would like to express my condolences on the loss of his heavenly presence of the holy Emperor

Atschen Otto II. With him will go one of the greatest eras of Thorbia, and indeed the whole of Talonia.

I wish all the people of Thorbia and the family of the deceased strength and patience."

By order of the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Vladis flags will be lowered at half-mast on the building of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Embassy of Vladis in Thorbia.

West Vesteria, Karkol, Kirovian Tsardom, Daiwon

Light in the sky

ItÂ’s a fairly normal night in West Vesteria, however a glimpse of the Extremian lights can be seen. Covering the streets with a light hue, most Vesterians arenÂ’t effected by the light. However the government scrambles to figure out what to do. At around 2 am, the Council of Ministers call an emergency meeting.

The phone brings to ring in Chancellor BorgiaÂ’s bedroom. It rings for nearly a minute before itÂ’s answered.

Borgia: What?

Minister of Finance: Chancellor, the Council of Ministers has called an emergency meeting about the light in the sky. It justÂ… expanded.

Borgia: I donÂ’t think an emergency meeting is necessary for that. Could none of you wait until the morning?

MoF: It wasnÂ’t my call, Chancellor. Besides, nearly all of us are here already.

Borgia: Fine. IÂ’ll be there shortly.

The Chancellor slams the phone onto the nightstand and sits up, preparing to meet with his Ministers. He gets dressed and makes his way downstairs to the entourage of WVSB guards waiting to drive him into the city. He gets into the black car and they make their way into downtown Toussaint. He makes his way into the meeting room, followed by his guards. As he enters, all of the Ministers stand and wait for him to take his seat.

Borgia: Good morning. I am aware this meeting was called to discuss the growing light in the sky.

Minister of Foreign Affairs: Correct. We know this beam of light is a project of Extremium. They sent a vague telegram to all nations in Talona, simply stating that the airspace around their capital city is closed for two weeks.

Minister of Defense: The light is a clear show of force. What purpose would there be to beam a blinding light into space? The damn light is literally visible from the other side of the globe!

Borgia: Regardless, we are hardly being affected by the light. No one is losing sleep and flights within the nation are unaffected. For now we will continue to govern as usual. If the beam of light grows brighter, or information proving its hostility is uncovered we will meet again to discuss the next steps. Get some sleep everyone, IÂ’m sure this light show will be over soon.

Vesterian Cultural Festival

As many nations across Talonia face political unrest, cultural disputes or complete civil war; the West Vesterian Federalist Party has organized a cultural festival in the capital of West Vesteria. Planned to be held in 10 days, the event will begin at 9 am and end at 11pm. The festival will serve as an opportunity to promote Vesterian culture and display Vesterian unity. Hosted within ToussaintÂ’s commercial district, the festival will encompass Charles Park and the surrounding streets of Malcomb St, Ventura St, Risles St and Lucero St. Food trucks & stands will line the streets and park, serving many types of West Vesterian foods and desserts. Traditional games and music will be played for citizens to join in on. A series of three parades will be held throughout the day. The first parade will display symbolism of Vesterian paganism and the tribal era. The second parade will portray the culture and era of the Vesterian monarchy. The final parade will showcase the strength of modern Vesterian unity, with a small military presence within the parade.

With the cultural festivities, there will also be a political presence at the event. Purple, black and white banners will line the streets and surrounding buildings. Citizens are encouraged to wear their military uniforms, party uniforms, traditional Vesterian clothing, or clothing pins with the WVFP logo. The southern area of Charles park will have WVFP information & recruitment stalls, encouraging citizens to join and learn about the party. A medal ceremony will also be held. Held by the Regional Party Leader of Toussaint, notable party members and first responders in the region will receive awards.

Extremium, Karkol, Kirovian Tsardom, Daiwon

Post self-deleted by Cacachia.

Confirmation

Precceton emergency news!

We have decoded the information in the database at last! It confirms our suspicions. Michael Preston is real and is the successor to the Preston lineage. The information also alludes to the federal assembly knowing of an army led by Preston that is being created somewhere in Bescanian. The fact the government hid this and is choosing to ignore it proves they are either traitors or an incompetent government. We put our support behind the people currently in revolt to restore this democracy, and we tell you not to support Preston if he comes out of hiding, at least for now. Stay strong Preccetonites.

Daiwon

MASS PROTESTS BREAK OUT IN STATE OF GOSENIA

As Genosa is the United Socialist States Of Genosa, that means Genosa is built with states in it, there are 4 states, Gosenia, Genos, and East Genosa.

Each state has its one semi-governments, or as the Genosan high ranked authorities call it, "Minority Govs".

Protests have broken out in areas all across Gosenia, with workers, and normal civilians, including many others, protesting for better pay, better living conditions, etc.

One of their most controversial demands is to leave Genosa entirely, a interview was conducted with one of the protestors, he stated.

"We are here, because this new "Eternal Leader" has brought this nation downhill! The economy has declined, which means that our living conditions have aswell, to help pay for the high living of the high ranked in Genos, they took away half of the Port Gosens budget!"

More news will soon be uncovered.

00:05, 12th July, 2027.

Undisclosed underground bunker...

Netzach sat and watched the scientists doing their work as they decreased the work intensity of the light...

Just holding his head up, tapping his finger, bored...

As they successfully stabilized, a couple folk cheered, as they started packing up to leave for the night except the ones that stay for the night shift...

Fubi approached Netzach, who just sat there, and then poked him...

Fubi: "...Netzach??"

Netzach gasped a bit, quickly shuddering and swaying his hands a bit...

Netzach: "O-Oh sh--... Did I do something?!"

Fubi: "No, you've just been sitting there for 45 minutes like that now."

Netzach looked at him and back at the general control screen...

Netzach: "Have I..."

He sighed a bit, getting up and yawning...

Netzach: "Aaaaah.. Ah don' even knoh why... mmh... why I'm even here most of the time..."

He rubbed the back of his head a bit, looking a bit confused and lost.

Fubi: "Well you are one of the most important parts of the project as its' original concepter and idea-maker, no?"

Netzach: "Yeah but I didn't do any of the hard work, at all... it was mostly you by the end of it, and Gabriella."

Netzach poked the chest of Fubi, leaning in...

Netzach: "You did the unthinkable and finished the work of the late Ji-san... That's more than commendable."

Fubi smirked, smugly and proudly, as he lowered his finger...

Fubi: "...I talked to her extensively and was her assistant throughout the entire thing, Netzach-san. Of course I am capable... However, remember what her will said."

Netzach: "...To finish it, and use samples of her brain matter and spinal fluid to make a book out of her, yeah?"

Fubi: "...Yes. Someone needs to learn the knowledge she handled. I'll be the one to inherit it."

Netzach chuckled, and smiled a bit...

Netzach: "Difference between you and Gabriella is the fact that Gabriella had already inherited her teacher's knowledge, right?"

Fubi: "Yes, but Ji-san hated writing. More than anything. So her wanting to make a book about her knowledge and techniques kind of coincided with your idea. That's why she worked so tirelessly on it..."

Netzach: "Man I hope she's watching us or something... I want her to see that we finally are finishing it..."

Fubi: "...Do you believe in the afterlife?"

Netzach looked confused a bit...

Netzach: "...Er... kinda, yeah?"

Fubi: "...I hope she's watching us too, then."

A moment of silence... Fubi hasn't been a fan of supernatural things or religion... and he sighed a bit.

Fubi: "...Because it's more convenient like that, do you understand me?"

Netzach gasped a bit...

Netzach: "...Huh that's... one way I... never heard anyone describe the belief of an afterlife..."

He lowered his head, thinking, as Fubi yawned, heading for the exit...

Fubi: "Come on. I gotta introduce you to the other Patron Managers..."

Netzach: "Eh? You're already picked them??"

Fubi: "You'd be surprised!"

Netzach: "What did Magnolia say about them..?"

Fubi: "She is.. currently getting acquainted with them, heh."

Netzach smiled, as he started walking with Fubi...

Netzach: "Alright. Excited to meet my new colleagues, then."

Karkol, Kirovian Tsardom, Daiwon

Kirovia, July [XX], 2027.

Glavdomska Parliament.

Busy day today. With the war's end, and the negotiations in place - everyone is crowding inside and outside the Parliament. KIS is keeping anyone without a permit or invitation from entering the Parliament. Multiple units could also be seen on the roof, just patroling. Inside - many, and many more news reporters from Kirovia and Foreign delegacy; all of them are waiting for the doors to the meeting hall to open.

After two hours or so, the doors finally open, letting the flood of reporters and delegates in. In the hall were Griva with Sinclair, and Genna with Alfonso. Both appear to be glancing at each other, as if still fighting their own personal war. However, they put their differences aside just this once, and sign the 'Declaration of existence of the Kirovian Federation'. They stand up and shake hands publicly, the reporters obviously not missing any chances and taking many photos. This was a historical moment, after all.

After the handshake, both turn to face the crowd. Yet - only Griva speaks up;

"Both parties have achieved conclusions to their respective ends. For one - Tsardom & Loyalist forces will cease all activity and are given a choice to stay or leave. Two - Kirovian Tsardom is to cease existence, it's history preserved, and Kirovian Federation to replace it. Three - Monarchy is to be abolished, and Federalism to take it's place. Four - The newly-found Federation is to take all responsibility for reconstructons and repairs of destroyed monuments, buildings, and other of value. Five - The Federation is to take responsibility for all actions of it's own, this being: economical buildup, military buildup, and a grand multitude of other government-related problems that are present after the war. There are many written lines that I have wished to ignore, but I have mentioned everything of current value." - carefully explains Griva, keeping a neutral face.

"Despite all of the said, I rest assure that the Federation will tackle all responsibilities. With that said, I wish for all Innocents, taken by the war, to return to this Country. I do not make empty wishes, nor do I talk lies. We desperately need people in the economical and political sectors as of now. Yet - don't be fooled, we will rid all corruption that is present, if you are found to be guilty of such. Many reforms will be done since Today for the betterment of this Nation. We would also like to ask for help from any Nation that is willing to assist as such, be it relief aid, economic or military support. Anything is welcome at this time." - Griva elaborates to the crowd even further, taking a small breather - "I will be establishing a new Scientific sector, dedicated to Research about multitude of things. If you are interested - we will find a spot for you. Before I forget - we have also released a list of Total Casualties, in collaboration with the Tsardom forces. I wish nobody a civil war of this magnitude... Anymore questions?" - says Griva, sighing out. And afterwards - the crowd explodes with questions, as if it was a battle on whoever can receive the most attention for an answer.

Seems like it will be busy and tiresome for a few months..

========================================================================

TO-PASS: LIST OF GRANDE-TOTAL CASUALTIES DURING THE 'KIROVIAN CIVIL WAR'

298,502 Infantry-Based Personnel of various roles

5,085 Command-based Personnel

1,957 Anti-Aircraft Vehicles

4,067 Logistical Vehicles (Logistical Helicopters and Planes included);

3,045 Transport Vehicles (APCs, IFVs and Helicopters included);

1,490 Various Artillery-based Vehicles and Emplacements (Rocket/Missile artillery included);

2,343 "Primary Breakthrough Vehicles" (PBT; in basic term - tanks);

723 Varied-Class Fighters and Attack Jets;

1,106 Varied-Class Attack Helicopters;

2 Stratosphere Bombers;

53,239 Non-Combattant Personnel.

APPROVED AND SIGNED V-I-E:

GRIVA M. - [SIGNED]

GENNA R. - [SIGNED]

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West Vesteria, Idevk, Extremium, Karkol, Cacachia, Oyinshi, Daiwon

New Emigration law in Zyreaika

Second Kingdom of Zyreaika, July 5th 2027

Northern Ajlar Parliament building

July 5th, 2027, many people are infront of the parliament building due to prime minister Ramus Martin announcing something which includes the laws.

R. Martin, prime minister: SILENCE! Now, i have summoned you all to the Northern Ajlar Parliament building to announce a new change of laws. This also got approved by the Car-Kaiser Michael II of the Gartieg dynasty. Hereby i give the word to Reijo Pentti, the minister of law and justice.

R. Pentti, minister of law and justice: Thank you, Rasmus. Now, to the minor changes: there will be a change in the ritual and sacrifices law due to people dying from it. So it shall not be permitted to now practise rituals on the streets and the sacrifices law will be denied.

Reijo Pentti glares at prime minister Martin, it seemed like it was some kind of hate.

R. Pentti, minister of law and justice: For the major change: There will be a new emigration law. Citizens are still allowed to visit other nations but cannot permanently stay there. If they do so, they will be executed if they come back or is seen near the borders. This means you are not permitted to leave the nation.

R. Martin, prime minister: Thank you Reijo. Now this announcement is ended. Now SHOO!!!!!!!!

Prime minister Martin walks into the parliament building an annoyed Car-Kaiser Michael II follows him.

Daiwon

The Talonian Football Association, July 5th 2027

Goals kept - a nation in ruins.

On the evening of June 26th, 2027, the Teldham-based Holtgeard City F.C secured their 2-3 victory against the Oyinshi-based Millers F.C, bringing joy to its fans at home. Alas, the events that followed far surpassed even the worst expectations. From disappointment, to riots, to military escalation, to national collapse and the annexation of Michigan. The Talonian Football Association documents what has been described as the most destructive football-related event in history in a toe-curling, bone-chilling, heart rate-accelerating ballad - a mandatory read to any Talonian sports fan.

The Footie War of 2027 - you've never seen a conflict like that.

Read the full issue here:

https://www.nationstates.net/page=dispatch/id=1986598

The Talonian Football Association condones any and all football violence.

Vladis, Karkol, Kirovian Tsardom, Daiwon

”Submarine” is a loose term

Precceton international announcement agency

This is the international announcement agency, a new network designed to inform other nations leaders of the goings on in Precceton, specifically militarily and economically, but not inform the general public.

As of today, the Precceton Confederation Navy has officially laid down 3 Farragut class Cruiser-Submarines. Submarines with a primary armament of heavy gun batteries. These will go by the names of the Farragut, the Herald, and, the new flagship of the Precceton navy, the Dominion. These three ships will be the primary focus of the Precceton military complex going forward. Meaning we will likely begin importing equipment until the ships are completed. Estimated completion in 2 years.

Oyinshi

12th July, 00:52

Somewhere in Extremian skies.

BRRRRRR, the hum of the Cessna is filling the air inside the cabin.

The cabin is darker than usual, the windows are tinted to account of the freaking Light.

Lt. Wayne is patiently, slowly but surely, advances towards the freaking Light's source. If not for the circumstance, this is like his regular training flight back at the academy, checking in every 5 minutes or so. So far, it has been going well.

Boring, almost.

On his side sat a laptop with a powerbank... he could see the stream right there. He had a stable internet connection and everything, luckily. Not to mention - he was pretty comfortable inside. Warm, and not wet.

The GPS blaired that he's approaching the Light.

And he could see it... the massive pillar getting closer and closer...

Wayne: "CENTCOM, Pioneer 1."

CENTCOM: "Loud and clear, Pioneer 1."

Wayne: "Clear so far. Skies are blue, Light is bright. T minus 5 minutes until event horizon."

CENTCOM: "Check, all system clear. Carry on, Pioneer."

Wayne got a stream notification! A raid..?

Holy s[-]it, now there's a bunch of Extremian flags being spammed in the chat as people are spamming Extremian chants and other stuff, some warning the pilot and telling him to turn around...

That's a big Extremian streamer that did the raid too...

Someone donated and told Wayne to turn around before he would regret it.

Wayne looks at his screen for a while. He whispered underneath his breath...

Wayne: "Huh, plebs."

He looks at his stream. His plane is still flying bravely into the light. A banner for supporting malnourished children is flying behind the plane. He thought of himself: "This really looks like bait."

But suddenly, as soon as he looked again, the stream suddenly got taken down. He's offline.

The young lieutenant thought to himself: "An EMP? But his intruments are still on. Maybe a thunderstorm? No, the skies are clear."

He tried a radio check,

Wayne: "CENTCOM, Pioneer."

Nothing but static, he tries again.

Wayne: "CENTCOM, Pioneer 1. Comms check."

Only static replies back. Maybe he's in a radio blindspot.

Wayne: "All stations this net, this is Pioneer 1 in the blind. Moving 120 knots west-southwest of phase line alpha. Skies all clear but comms is down. T-minus 4 minutes to event horizon."

He hails in the blind.

He gets a response from a radio on the ground?

Radio: "Pioneer 1, this is the Extremian Special Operations Command. Please land on the water."

After a short pause, it added up.

Radio: "A maritime vessel will light up the water where you must land. Please follow our orders or we'll be forced to shoot you down."

"Ah..."

The lieutenant thought to himself... "Extremian shenanigans. That's why my comms are down. Of course."

Wayne: "Extremian Command, Pioneer 1 is a research vessel, we mean no harmful intent towards Extremian sovereignty. Do not open fire."

Despite the threats, as trained, Lt. Wayne remains steady in flying.

In a short pause, Wayne could hear a soft bang...

and suddenly saw a bright, fast tracer of sorts pass and shake the aircraft due to the speed of it!

And the radio buzzed a bit, before a voice cleared up.

Radio: "....We will not miss next time. Please land on the water strip right now."

Wayne: "Jesus son of Joseph!"

He can't believe it, Extremium actually opened fire on an Askriegian vessel. He stabilizes his Cessna and looks at his instruments. 3 minutes away from event horizon, not worth it to just being shot down without data. He looks at the surface of the water. Nothing is visible as of a light.

There it is, bright as the freaking Light. A spotlight IR light up a surface of the water. He pulls back on his throttle.

Wayne: "...E... Extremian Station, Pioneer 1 dropping altitude..."

He said in his defeated, shaky voice. At least his surrender is not broadcasted live on air.

The radio shut off, as there were multiple lights in a line-up... as Wayne could clearly see them in the water.

Yup... that looks like a clear water landing spot...

He slows down even more, almost stalling above the water. He braces by holding on to his console and pulls the nose up.

BANG!

The plane hits the water with a crash. A Cessna, unlike your regular airliner with an air-gapped fuselage, is basically a flying Honda Accord. So without long, water starts to leak inside the cabin. Lt. Wayne drops all of his equipment, and climbed outside on the wingspan. He just waits there, as the entire plane is consumed by the vastness of the ocean below.

And then suddenly, he feels something penetrate and slam inside of the back of the cessna?!

KRACK!

And it started to get pulled in..! A harpoon!? No way...

As he quickly looked back, he noticed that it... REALLY was a harpoon! He recognized a Lala-class vessel pull up quickly, as they pulled him close...

And quickly opened the door, as one of the sailors reached a hand out, saying out in Eigo.

Sailor: "Grab my hand sir! You can take any stuff you wish, by the way!"

Lt. Wayne thought to himself: "Of course they gotta complicate a rescue. They're Extremians after all."

He grabbed the sailor's hand and jumped aboard.

Wayne: "Stuff?"

He gestured generally towards the sinking plane, adding up...

Wayne: "My stuff belongs to the ocean now, thanks."

Sailor: "Okay, please relax a bit. Do you need something to eat? To drink?"

The sailor that saved him looked like a short haired woman.. with a massive horn sticking out of her head to the right.

Yet she had her shirt's sleeved rolled up, and man.. she looked like she could just beat the s*it out of Wayne if need be.

An another girl, wearing glasses came over and gave him a rescue blanket.. shiny, and so warm..

Girl: "Here you go sir, please take care of yourself."

Sailor: (In Abyssaline) "Tell the captain that we picked up the target and get us to the shore!"

They all wore... glasses of sorts... with the girl's glasses having tinted lenses.

Girl: "O-Oh right, you need glasses.. One second sir, please get in the bow with us."

The glasses' girl grabbed his arm, bringing Wayne inside...

Lt. Wayne just grumbled on his own as he is ushered inside.

Wayne: "You folks just shot at me, y'know?"

His Askriegian accent is heavy.

Girl: "500km no-fly zone around Extremity Heights. How about that for a response?"

Wayne: "Aye, would be nice if we knew what the hell is it for. The freaking Light is keeping half of Talonia awake. I'm sure Extremians are just as curious to know what the heck all that is about."

Wayne was forced to sit down in the bow, as the captain, came over..

A tall, ripped woman... holy... maybe 2 meters tall.. at least!

Captain: "...Hm. What made you think that breaking the no-fly zone was going to end well, boy?"

She crouched to him, just simply THAT tall compared to Wayne...

Lt. Wayne gulps heavily. He can't stop staring at the captain.

He tried to wrestle his mouth not to utter something absolutely stupid or awkward at the towering captain.

Wayne: "U-Uh... Lieutenant Wayne, unit number 71834, m-ma'am!"

He fumbles his way into his interrogation training, unable to muster an adequate response.

Captain: "...I didn't ask for that. I asked you a question, boy..."

She softly flicked Wayne's forehead, getting up.

Captain: (In Abyssaline) "Jeez these Askriegians are like 150 centi... Steer towards the port! We're dropping him off as the Director asked!"

Wayne recognized something about Askriegians and centimeters... and a Director?

Lt. Wayne felt a shift in the ship's direction to the left. He panicked, he could understand only a lick of Abyssaline, but he heard of a "Director"

Wayne: "W-Wait, mom- MA'AM. I have no idea what you want. I literally just got out of the Officer Academy. P-Please just tell me what you want to know. Maybe I could satisfy this "Director's" curiosity."

Everyone just looked over at him with the Captain in utter shock..

And the Sailors burst out in pure unadulterated laughter!

Sailor: "PFF-HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The girl with the glasses giggled a bit, looking to the side and holding onto her stomach, as the Captain blushed a bit...

Captain: "D-D-... Did you just f**king call me "mom"?"

She pointed at herself in utter shock!

Lt. Wayne's face blushes red.

Wayne: "N-N-No, you see, I-I-I have an accent! And- And it makes my speech..."

He tried to fumble his way into an explanation, but failed. He looks down to the floor ashamed.

Captain: "ALRIGHT! CEASE!"

Everyone calmed down a bit, as they all shook due to how brazen the Captain was.. didn't help how she had a pair of horns too... that was scary.

Captain: "...You were saying?"

The captain looked down at the pilot, as a few of the crew still giggled a bit or struggled to calm down...

Wayne dangles his feet over the chair, and fidgets with his finger. That's right, like a little schoolboy being scolded by the principal. With him hanging his head, he says softly...

Wayne: "M-Maybe you wanna ask me some questions... I don't know a lot but that water's mighty cold..."

He said in an incredibly squeaky and embarrassed voice.

Captain: "...No, you're specifically gonna have to face the Director for this. And the Regent, probably."

Lt. Wayne pulls his head up,

Wayne: "Regent Re? I'm going to meet President Regent Re Yaermand?"

Captain: "Yeah, maybe. No promises."

The Captain sighed, getting up.

Captain: "Do you want something to eat, or anything else, boy?"

Wayne: "Uhh... Maybe some cheese?"

Lt. Wayne looks up with some curious eyes... maybe Extremium is just as cheese-loving as they are!

The captain looked to the side, a little too shy to look straight at the guy. He's just short!

Captain: "...W-We don't have it."

Wayne: "Awww... So what now?"

Captain: "...You.. just wait here quietly as we get you to the shore."

Wayne: "Okay..."

Wayne said, with a pout on his face. No cheese... nothing else... so he looks around the bow, there's... a lot of women sailors in Extremian Navy, huh? He notice some of them has weird horns on their heads.

Wayne: "Uh, ma-am. What's up with the horns?"

Captain: "Hm? What do you mean?"

She turned back to him, looking down at him..

Wayne: "T-The horns, some of you have it..."

Wayne thought to himself, it's kinda... cool. It's unusual for sure... never heard of a people that had horns on them.

Captain: "Wanna touch em? It's genetic."

She leaned in, softly poking his forehead with em!

Wayne blushes, his hand reaches out and rubs the horn

Wayne: "It- It feels like antlers..."

Captain: "Mmm... They are. Kind of."

The captain got up...

Captain: "You should have seen the other girl's horns. There's some impressive ones out there, if you are curious."

The vessel is on the move... and in just a bit, it stopped, with an another sailor coming over to the captain...

Sailor: (In Abyssaline) "Miss, we've arrived. Get Wayne off the ship for the ESOC and Director to pick up."

Lt. Wayne shifts in his chair uncomfortably. He heard "Wayne" and "Director" again. This could not be good.

The captain nodded...

Captain: (In Abyssaline) "YOSH! EVERYONE, RESISTANT GLASSES ON!"

And everyone, despite most being women, all gave a very deep, fear-striking "OO!" in response, as they all put their glasses on, with the girl with roundframe glasses leaning in and giving Wayne a fresh pair.

Girl: "Here, these are for you."

Lt. Wayne takes the glasses and puts them on.

Wayne: "Uh, what's this for?"

Girl: "Do you wish to get blinded?"

Wayne: "Oh right. By the freaking Light?"

Girl: "The Light, yes."

Girl: "Nobody cancelled that, y'know?"

She smiled a bit.

Wayne looks at her. If he knew any better, he'd have thought she was flirting with him. For now, he just sits tight like an obedient student and waits for whatever comes next for him.

A male sailor with a cap on him and some sharp eyes with messy hair came over to Wayne, staring down at him..

Sailor: "Oi. We're going. Get up dude."

Wayne: "O-Oh? Where are we going?"

Wayne gets up from his seat, as ordered.

The Sailors took your blanket off, leading you out...

And on the shore you went... to your right... the massive pillar of light. The Light.

Sailor: "Go on, on the pier."

Wayne glances at the freaking Light. He is almost enthralled by it. He keeps looking at it until...

Wayne: "OH S*IT!"

Wayne almost fell from the pier. Of course he did. Of course he embarrasses himself in front of these larger Extremian sailors. He quickly centers himself on the pier and catches his breath.

Wayne nearly fell over that one... as the same male Sailor came over...

Sailor: "Welp, up you go."

He suddenly picked him up effortlessly, and put him on his shoulders! Almost as if carrying a big game hunt from a hunting trip... around his neck.

An another sailor giggled, following her colleague...

Sailor 2: (In Abyssaline) "That's meaaan!~"

Sailor: (In Abyssaline) "Shush! I don't wanna get in trouble if this guy falls off!"

Wayne awkwardly clung to the man. He felt as if he's on Basic again, being carried around like a training dummy.

Wayne: "Uh... Thanks..."

He almost wishes he wasn't getting so stretched like a rope around the guy...

And they carried Wayne to dry land... as he saw a group of people ahead.

Wayne looks ahead, looking in awe of the Extremian coastline.

The ships he sees lit up by the light... the skyline with the lights toned down... the closed curtains.. and the lights in the windows...

People are... Just living life here? They're fine?

There's a bunch of anti air positions and even those Libero SIFVs around the roads... that go to the base of the Light itself.

But ahead, on the concrete coastline..

Well, concrete. It actually looks like an amazing, walkable place, with a bunch of lights, benches, and small shops in the distance by the buildings...

..Wait this is an entire f**king neighborhood!?

Hold on, so this Light was set up RIGHT near a coastline neighborhood?!

Wayne: "Are those... houses? So near to the freaking Light? Are they okay?"

Sailor 2: "I live right there."

The second, female sailor who walked right next to the guy carrying Wayne pointed up at a window on the 8th floor or so...

Sailor 2: "Well, at least my girlfriend does, I sometimes visit when the Captain allows it."

Wayne: "Isn't she disturbed by the Light? Or maybe the AA emplacements all around?"

Sailor: "Are you kidding? This entire beachwalk is about a kilo from that house. And the AA is not a problem... IF YOU JUST FOLLOWED OUR WARNINGS! Dammit."

The guy put you down on the broadwalk...

Sailor: (In Abyssaline) "Oi! I got the boy here! Come get him!"

And illuminated by the light, Wayne saw a group of people come forth.. wearing white coats...

And armed guards... And a group of.. abnormal people. Are they.. are they SDA?!

SDA?! N-No.. is he gonna die?

"No way," Wayne thought to himself, "No way the SDA is sparing manpower to just kill a silly Lieutenant. You were flying in a damn prop plane for crying out loud."

And a couple familiar faces appear...

The man... or woman... unknown... in the front with his or her hands in the pockets, has a labcoat, not wearing any glasses, yet smiling widely with pitch black eyes... something about that is just fear-inducing...

Black-eyed Girl..?: "Kehe.. kehehe... what do we have here?"

Is that a guy or a girl?! He or she has shoulder length black hair with a golden patch of it on his right side of his/her head but...

Wayne: "Uh... My name is Lieutenant Wayne..."

Black-eyed Girl..?: "Yes, of course. I heard. I am Fubi Nah'tersou. A man. Not a girl... I bet that is what you are thinking of."

Fubi: "Come with us, okay? It won't hurt. Promise~"

God he's so menacing.. he's... he's sadistic, even.

Wayne gulps down hard. He glances once more to the sweet patrol crew on the pier. Oh how much he will miss them... because they actually looked somewhat humane! He follows the lead of the two people before him. Hesitantly, in fear, and carefully.

Sailor: "GO ON WAYNE!! YOU'RE THEIRS NOW!!"

Hee waved a bit with her crewmate, and went back to the vessel..

I-Isn't one of those agents a Torturian ex-queen..?

JUSTICE: "Hmmm.. Your orders, sir Nah'tersou?"

JUSTICE smugly grinned, putting a hand on her chin, tilting her head, as she stepped closer to him...

JUSTICE: "He looks kind of cute, wouldn't you say so, PEACE?"

She looked over at her much, much taller friend.. with those... exceptionally beautiful and large horns... that must be what the Captain meant...

PEACE: "Hm. Maybe. That's not what we're here for, though. "

Fubi raised his hand, pointing at Wayne.

Fubi: "...Please blindfold him. We're bringing him in."

JUSTICE came over with a blindfold, and quickly covered Wayne's eyes...

"Woah, more horned girls..." - Wayne thought to himself. He's more likely to develop an extreme attraction to the Extremians here when he gets home...

He gets a bit embarrassed, his reddened face is clearly as JUSTICE puts on the blindfolds on him.

Fubi: "PEACE, do the honors, please."

And Wayne heard her walking over... she crouched down, suddenly picking him up horizontally, and mounting the pilot on her shoulders.. again..

PEACE: "...Do not squirm."

And thus, he were carried away somewhere... he could have heard doors opening... people.. chatter... and eventually..

Wayne got unblinded.

Sitting on a chair in a sort of medical cabinet.. with some sort of massive... seat that had a machine next to it and a huge computer...

That machine looks.. really scary, honestly.

But in front of him sat the man... Fubi... and next to Fubi stood a girl with her eyes closed... Long, beautiful lavender hair.

Girl: "Greetings, Wayne."

Fubi carefully put on a surgical mask, with those eyes literally feeling like they'll open a black hole...

Wayne: "Uh... Hi."

Wayne looks around the people in the room.

Wayne: "Wow, you Extremians sure do look peculiar, don't you?"

Girl: "That is not the point right now. I am Magnolia - the Director of the Library of Light."

Magnolia wore a beautiful, classical-style outfit, yet no make up on her face... with a big, golden gemstone in her collar..

Magnolia: "You've learned quite a few secrets of ours tonight... I don't think we can let you go until the Library finishes building."

Wayne: "...What does that mean?"

He looked a bit serious...

Wayne: "My country does not negotiate for hostages..."

Fubi: "What she means... is that you're going to live here for the rest of the three days, Wayne."

He grabbed a syringe, and pushed it into an unlabeled bottle of some fluid... and puuuuulled a bit of it out...

Wayne: "Three days? Am... Am I going to die?"

Fubi: "No."

Magnolia: "...We're going to take your secrets in exchange for our secrets. Do you consider it a deal?"

Magnolia: "And after the Library... No, when the Light turns off, we will let you go back home, unharmed, unscathed, and with a couple of gifts."

Wayne: "Uh... Do I have a choice?"

Magnolia softly struck the book she had with her on the table near her, as Wayne shuddered.

Magnolia: "Did we have a choice when you decided to fly into here and force yourself into enclosed airspace, Wayne?"

Magnolia: "And when you found out everything, the anti air positions, the amount of defenses on there..."

Magnolia: "...I suppose you get the jist of what I am saying."

She opened her eyes slowly.. to reveal the surprisingly beautiful, detailed and... just... godly deep purple eyes.

The sight of such serious eyes just makes him feel complacent. No resistance.. nothing.

Wayne: "Uh... Okay..."

Wayne's breath is trembling. He is anxious to what happens next.

Fubi: "...Maybe it will tickle. But you'll live."

He smirked a bit through that mask, as he looked.. almost soulless... jesus christ that blank stare is scary.. as he grabbed Wayne's arm, and carefully leaned in, with the syringe piercing the patient's skin... and feeling the injection go through...

As Fubi quickly pulled the syringe out, placing on the table next to him...

Fubi: "10 miligrams."

Wayne winced a bit...

Wayne: "Owie..."

But suddenly Wayne felt him lose control of his body, as he just flopped over... almost like he is passing out...

Fubi: "Fall asleep."

Wayne's last words before he fell into unconsciousness are...

Wayne: "M-Mommy?..."

Magnolia and Fubi watched him... and once he was passed out...

...He was approached by assistants wearing medical outfits... And then picked him up, placing him on the cushioned seat in the room, carefully took his top shirt off, and any clothing on his torso, until he was purely naked from the waist-up.

Fubi came around, grabbing the hanging tech above the seat, and then carefully dragged it down to Wayne's back...

Fubi: "Clear. Begin the Bookreading."

An assistant turned it on, and softly activated it as 2 suction plates of the machine carefully lit up 2 areas on Wayne's back, and then pushed itself up against Wayne's back.

..One into the back of his neck. The other, down the middle of his back.. and then the injection started.. as Wayne, if he was awake, could feel soft stinging pain.. and tickling, as the machine started humming, as the screen said "Data Detected".

Assistant: "Director, the source was found."

Fubi: "Perfect. Start. How old is he?"

Assistant: "21 years old, director..."

Fubi: "I believe that will take about 5 minutes. Prepare the printer! "

A few Assistants said "OO!" in response, as they started hooking up a big printer of sorts to the machine, and then turned it on, checking the book covers and the paper capacity..

The machine started humming, reading out Wayne's memories... his information, everything he knows, with a relatively audible sound...

In a few minutes...

Assistant: "Temperature stable. The machine is not pushing Wayne's spinal fluid higher than 38 degrees."

Fubi: "So the thing we designed to work - works. Good."

He turned to the printer team...

Fubi: "Get the printer on. Start printing what was pulled."

And the printer turned on, as it started printing multiple books at once...

Fubi: "What is it printing?"

Printing Assistant: "Multiple things we pulled.

One: Autobiography of Brandon Herrera Wayne,

two: Manual of arms of the Askriegian Army,

three: Operating manual on the Cessna plane,

four: The Philosophy of an Honest, Good Life."

Fubi: "Hmmm~... Finish it all up now. I believe we are done with him."

Fubi: "Maybe we have achieved what was wanted in the end."

He smiled a bit... finally, sincerely...

...

Morning.

Unknown location... but the place itself looked nice, despite it being windowless.

Wayne sat in his bed of the cell, feeling the two bandaged spots on his back as he realized that he passed out yesterday.

In his pants, and a t-shirt that was practically given to him by the Extremians, probably...

He shifts in his bed, groaning slightly as if his body hasn't moved for quite a while. Stiff...!

Wayne: "Owie..."

His back is super stiff... but suddenly...

Knock knock knock.

???: "Brandon Herrera Wayne, are you awake? Please answer before I come in."

A female voice... isn't it...

Wayne: "Uh- C-Come in."

The door opened... and in came the girl with her eyes closed.

Once again.. the beautiful long lavender hair...

She's a beauty...

...but... she was holding 5 books this time.

Magnolia: "...Good morning. How do you feel?"

Wearing that same classical-style purple outfit...

Wayne tries to sit up, his body is still stiff.

Wayne: "Uh, sore. What did you do to me?"

Magnolia came over, and put the 5, thick books on the bedside table... well most of them are not that thick.

Magnolia: "How about you read the books and see for yourself?"

She smiled smugly.

Wayne picks one of the books. An autobiography it seems.

Wayne: "Huh, he seems familiar."

Then it hits him.

The persons in the book, the experiences, the anecdotes, are all his.

Down to the last minute detail, even how he takes his coffee in the morning, is exactly identical to his preference.

Wayne: "W-What the hell..."

Magnolia: "..."

Magnolia looked at him silently for a bit.

Magnolia: "Brandon. What would you say?"

Wayne: "W-What do you expect me to say, lady? I literally got my life in my hands?!"

Wayne shook a bit, shocked and... just unsure of how to react.

Magnolia: "Good. That is what I expected."

Wayne: "How-... Nevermind. Extremian sci-fi s*it."

Wayne closes the book and puts it beside him... he kind of gave up on trying to understand how. It is here. That means it's somehow possible.

Magnolia: "There will be an edited version available for anyone to read at the library. Don't worry. We find and remove and secrets we believe to be embarrassing enough. Or horrible."

Wayne: "Just... Redact when it says I have mother issues."

She smirked in response.

Magnolia: "Consider it done. However, the manuals are written from your own knowledge. Especially the Philosophy book."

Wayne looked at the books quickly, looking through them, as he grabbed the book with the aquamarine hardcover...

Wayne: "Aww man, you also got my moral compass?"

Magnolia: "Well, yes. Why wouldn't we?"

She crossed her arms a bit.

Magnolia: "Regardless... Can you just read these books for us and report later in the evening what you think of them?"

Magnolia: "If they are accurate or not, that is."

Wayne: "Oh great, homework."

Wayne sighs, as he picks up the autobiography book.

Wayne: "...Can I ask you something?"

Magnolia: "...I am listening?"

Wayne: "Can I... Meet the captain of the ship that rescued me? With the big horns?"

Wayne blushes and stares at the floor as he said that.

Wayne: "We haven't properly introduced to one another... Maybe later when she's free... Not now if she's busy...."

Magnolia: "...Oho. You mean P-3104?"

...Right. That's the serial of the ship he got on. He could see it clearly as they pulled his cessna in back at night.

Wayne: "Yeah.. that's r-right..."

Magnolia: "Hm~..."

Magnolia smirked smugly, opening her eyes a bit to look at the man.

Magnolia: "I suppose that is not a very hard request or one that should be outright rejected. Very well then. It will be done."

And she closed them back again...

Magnolia: "But, please do cooperate. You don't have much to do regardless. You'll be fed well at the canteen, by the way. So do not worry about that."

Magnolia: "...Not to mention... a pioneer sure deserves a reward. It will be done as long as you behave."

She bowed softly... as per Extremian customs, and turned around, leaving...

With that overcoat swaying softly in the wind...

Magnolia: "Have a good day."

Wayne: "Uh... You too..."

Tap, tap, tap, tap... and the door closed.

...What the hell. So this is what they've been working on. No wonder they're not gonna let Wayne go like that.

Nor let the world know details of such a project... and this isn't the end either. None of it was related to the light...

Grusnia, Karkol, Askrieg, Kirovian Tsardom, Ishiski

Revolt

Precceton emergency news!

The Precceton revolution has begun!

Precceton has collapsed into full fledged civil war, Michael Preston has revealed himself and has quickly used his forces to capture all of Bescanian, a vast majority of the forces on the island have joined him. The lies told by the federal assembly have led them to be much weaker than they would otherwise seem to be, with the military being split about 30/30/40 between Preston, us, and the government. We have engaged both Federal and Preston troops on land and sea. No matter who wins Precceton will mourn this war for years to comeÂ… there are plans to perhaps merge our force with MichaelÂ’s, as we would rather support anyone then the hellspawn that are Kallus and Golan. May the gods have mercy on our soulsÂ

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Trent Golan stomps down a hallway, a distinct hatred in his eyes. He enters KallusÂ’ office

Golan: KALLUS!

Kallus: (startled) whaÂ… huh?!

Golan: how dare you! You are so weak you let half of our country fall without a fight?!

Kallus: woah Trent! There wasnÂ’t much I could do IÂ

Golan: save your insignificant murmurs, they never do you any f*cking good!

Kallus: IÂ

Golan: and thats not even it! Bart Halloway, the only other man who knows everything about our ascension, hasÂ… escaped and joined PrestonÂ

Kallus: BartÂ… es-escaped? IÂ… itÂ’s over TrentÂ… we have lostÂ

Golan: youÂ… you COWARD!!!

Golan pulls out his pistol and fires 2 shots, close range, heartless.

Golan: IfÂ… if you werenÂ’t strong enough to leadÂ… then maybeÂ… he shoves KallusÂ’ dead body to the ground and sits in his placeÂ… maybe I amÂ… ha, haha, HAHAHAHA!!!

Extremium, Karkol, Greater Feidy, Oyinshi

FROM THE DESK OF THE PRESENT

A letter to the President of New Arcania

Dear President Alfonsi,

As you know, it has been a busy time in Talonia, with the recent victory in Arcania, and the light in Extremium, I send you this message encouraging you to lead your new nation well.

After we won the war, we put you in the presidentÂ’s seat. From Governor to President, itÂ’s quite a change. You will have to remain strong. You will no doubt be tempted by neighboring nations to restore Communism to the Arcanian Territory, but we have learned it will not work.

I have every trust in you to restore the territory to its former glory.

Sincerely,

President Vadim Donk II

Askrieg

POLICE FORCE BEGINS TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST GOSENIA PROTESTORS

The state-wide mayor has recently announced the movement of military police to deal with the protestors, the police, although armed with pistols, tasers, arm held shields, etc. Reports are saying the protestors are chasing the officers, who are supposed to be stopping them.

The protestors, armed with Molotov Cocktails, as well as normal tools, such as hammers, bats, with many other items, have pushed back and stopped the police force, with lots of police actually dying.

As of now, most protestors have become armed, with some sort of firearms, ranging from old 19th century guns, to modern day. Factories have been ransacked, and the mayors office has been burned to the ground, the mayor managed to escape to the Genos state.

The streets of Port Gosens has turned to anarchy, as all sorts of functional society has been burnt away. A local insurgence government has begun to restring small bits of stability to the region, the insurgence government has proclaimed for the "Duchy Of Gosenia" to be formed.

The insurgents have gained numbers, its time for....

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THE GOSENIA WAR FOR INDEPENDENCE

The Eternal Leader has released this statement.

"My people, the time of war has come upon our prospering nation! These no good insurgents have no idea the power and might of the Genosan army! By the time this conflict ends, we will make sure their heads are not with their shoulders!"

The crowd cheers.

Genosan mobilization and conscription has begun.

LONG LIVE GENOSA [] LONG REIGN GOSENIA

Bookshelf Diner, Caco City

Time is 20:30

The Emperor and Theodosia are eating at their most famous diner. The Emperor get's up out of his chair, kneels down, takes out a ring and says

Emperor: Theodosia, you are the most beautiful person in the world. We have been together for months now. Will you please be my Empress?

The diner gets quiet, for they know what would happen if she said no. They hold their breath as she says

Theodosia: Yes. Yes I will.

Empress Theodosia kisses him and takes the ring. The crowd cheers. The Emperor looks around and smiles.

Emperor: We will hold the wedding on February 2nd. Tell everyone.

The crowd, still cheering, runs out the door and spreads the news. Soon, thousands of people were in the streets. Then they noticed the Light. They knew the light would ruin the wedding. But they had to celebrate. That's what loyal citizens do.

Extremium

Assembled with Dot's Region Saver.
Written by Refuge Isle.