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The Republic of Roman Hibernia

Turokhan wrote:"It will take a doing and then some, sir." Lekkas stated in a sarcastic exasperation. "I do so dearly love my nation. I just get reminded on a daily basis that I should question my possibly misplaced affection for it." He says half jokingly. Lekkas empties his tea again and places the cup down, pleasantly pleased.

Lekkas listens to Chris' musing over the situation. He chuckles and interjects, "Who could object? My dear sir, a great deal could still reject until they are blue in the face. God himself could rejoin us on earth and they still would spit at his feet for such suggestion. That is the sad state of things in the den of wolves."

The older man takes a few moments to consider Chris' words however, mulling over the possibilities. "Although...speaking of economics. Hitting them in their wallets would be the real coup de grace."

"We would need to make it apparent by example. Make the benefit apparent, I of course mean. On paper and in word you can make anything sound good. You and I know that it can only benefit everyone, but people need to see to believe very often." Lekkas conjectures. He sits forward with his hands steepled together and his fingertips tapping together.

"As you said, it would not be overly difficult. Focus on electricity and plumbing are hard target, are comparatively swift to accomplish, and quick to show success and improvement." Lekkas' head nods with a growing smile, "The lords that play ball will obviously show quick improvement to their territories and thus their pockets. As the hard balls see this they'll warm up to the idea and open up to improvement. Just as you said, with 'hardhats' on already, further improvements can just snowball and spread."

Lekkas laughs with a slap to his knee, "The last holdouts...could even be targeted for sanctions by the Congress for cruelty to the plebs. Because 'who of good conscious could object' when those objecting are in the minority. A chance to undermine each other is just what the those hyenas would bark for."

"Brilliant thinking, sir!" Lekkas declares to Chris, "We should have a drink to your brilliance!"

“A drink I can certainly agree to..” Chris rises from his seat and makes his way to the antique globe beside the desk, flipping the top back to reveal a modest bar. The movement sends a dark brown cat scooting out from under the desk and over to where Lekkas waits.

“That’s just Octavian.” Chris introduces the cat—who has already made himself quite comfortable on Lekkas’ lap and purring in smug triumph—as he returns with a fifty year old scotch and two glasses. “I promise he’s friendly, but I can put him out in the hall if you like.”

Now back at the table, Chris hands Lekkas a glass and fills it with the dark brown liquor. “If I may, perhaps instead of my alleged brilliance, we ought to drink to the success of this endeavor.”

Returning the glass to the bar, Chris returns to sit with Lekkas. He raises his glass to the other man, “Cheers! To success and a new future in Turokhan!” He takes a sip of the strong liquor and lets out a satisfied sigh as the liquid burns his throat going down. “Smooth.” He coughs with a chuckle. Even as he relishes in the warm sensation of the scotch, the next steps to their scheme play in Chris’ head.

“We can bring this to the senate while you’re here. An official recognition of relations now will ease the way for future negotiations.” Already feeling the tingling of the alcohol hitting his system and running up his spine, having only had a light lunch earlier in the day, Chris figures this might be the time to actually enjoy the evening. “At any rate, we can forgo shop talk for now. Spend the evening on more entertaining topics.” Chris takes a long sip of his scotch while Octavian fills the silence with a demanding meow. “You’re clearly a learned man, what are your thoughts on Lucretius Carus’ De Rerum Natura?”

~~
Over several days, a Relatio Scritptum--a full text of the treaty and the arguments presented in favor for the adoption of the formal opening of relations with Turokhan--is prepared and delivered to members of the senate, along with a date on which to convene. The day finally arrives and Chris escorts Lekkas to the Curia so that he may observe the Senate in session and study the ancient traditional processes hailing back to the original Roman Republic for himself.

Arriving at the Curia, Chris and Lekkas see several senators standing outside of the chamber proper chatting with each other. The members of the assembly are wearing the traditional Toga Praetexta, a simple white garment with a red border and one of many surviving remnants of old Rome that make these proceedings almost like a walk in the past. Chris on the other hand, as Proconsul and the Presiding Magistrate is wearing the Toga Picta, a solid wine-red garment decorated with an embroidered gold border.

Inside the large centuries-old dome modeled off of the original, Chris fills Lekkas in on the nature of these senate proceedings. He explains that the auguries, the ancient rite of asking the gods for an omen, will not be taken unless otherwise called for; which he further states will be unlikely. Chris seats Lekkas down in the small visitors gallery that looks over the chamber and elaborates on how the relatio, the formal opening statement to the chamber, will be short. Ideally the whole event should take less than an hour.

As the Curia fills with more senators, the conversations range from the prospects of being done in time for lunch to a muffled “there goes the neighborhood” from somewhere in the back row. Chris expects there to be opposition, there always is from his adversaries in the senate, but it ultimately won’t endanger the desired outcome. Public opinion is overwhelmingly in support of opening foreign relations; especially humanitarian based relations such as this. A vote against this benevolent motion would be viewed poorly by the general voting public and with the next election always on an officials mind they cannot afford to take political risks.

When everyone has found their seats and the session is gaveled into order, Chris as Presiding Magistrate takes his place and stands before the chair at the center of the room to deliver the relatio.

“Inasmuch as it may be good and fortunate for the Hibernian people of the Quirities, we bring before you an official recognition of trade relations with the nation of Turokhan. Everyone present has had adequate time to reflect on the terms, I propose a voice vote. What does it please you should be done about this matter?”

The Confederate Principalities of Turokhan

Roman Hibernia wrote:“A drink I can certainly agree to..” Chris rises from his seat and makes his way to the antique globe beside the desk, flipping the top back to reveal a modest bar. The movement sends a dark brown cat scooting out from under the desk and over to where Lekkas waits.

“That’s just Octavian.” Chris introduces the cat—who has already made himself quite comfortable on Lekkas’ lap and purring in smug triumph—as he returns with a fifty year old scotch and two glasses. “I promise he’s friendly, but I can put him out in the hall if you like.”

Now back at the table, Chris hands Lekkas a glass and fills it with the dark brown liquor. “If I may, perhaps instead of my alleged brilliance, we ought to drink to the success of this endeavor.”

Returning the glass to the bar, Chris returns to sit with Lekkas. He raises his glass to the other man, “Cheers! To success and a new future in Turokhan!” He takes a sip of the strong liquor and lets out a satisfied sigh as the liquid burns his throat going down. “Smooth.” He coughs with a chuckle. Even as he relishes in the warm sensation of the scotch, the next steps to their scheme play in Chris’ head.

“We can bring this to the senate while you’re here. An official recognition of relations now will ease the way for future negotiations.” Already feeling the tingling of the alcohol hitting his system and running up his spine, having only had a light lunch earlier in the day, Chris figures this might be the time to actually enjoy the evening. “At any rate, we can forgo shop talk for now. Spend the evening on more entertaining topics.” Chris takes a long sip of his scotch while Octavian fills the silence with a demanding meow. “You’re clearly a learned man, what are your thoughts on Lucretius Carus’ De Rerum Natura?”

~~
Over several days, a Relatio Scritptum--a full text of the treaty and the arguments presented in favor for the adoption of the formal opening of relations with Turokhan--is prepared and delivered to members of the senate, along with a date on which to convene. The day finally arrives and Chris escorts Lekkas to the Curia so that he may observe the Senate in session and study the ancient traditional processes hailing back to the original Roman Republic for himself.

Arriving at the Curia, Chris and Lekkas see several senators standing outside of the chamber proper chatting with each other. The members of the assembly are wearing the traditional Toga Praetexta, a simple white garment with a red border and one of many surviving remnants of old Rome that make these proceedings almost like a walk in the past. Chris on the other hand, as Proconsul and the Presiding Magistrate is wearing the Toga Picta, a solid wine-red garment decorated with an embroidered gold border.

Inside the large centuries-old dome modeled off of the original, Chris fills Lekkas in on the nature of these senate proceedings. He explains that the auguries, the ancient rite of asking the gods for an omen, will not be taken unless otherwise called for; which he further states will be unlikely. Chris seats Lekkas down in the small visitors gallery that looks over the chamber and elaborates on how the relatio, the formal opening statement to the chamber, will be short. Ideally the whole event should take less than an hour.

As the Curia fills with more senators, the conversations range from the prospects of being done in time for lunch to a muffled “there goes the neighborhood” from somewhere in the back row. Chris expects there to be opposition, there always is from his adversaries in the senate, but it ultimately won’t endanger the desired outcome. Public opinion is overwhelmingly in support of opening foreign relations; especially humanitarian based relations such as this. A vote against this benevolent motion would be viewed poorly by the general voting public and with the next election always on an officials mind they cannot afford to take political risks.

When everyone has found their seats and the session is gaveled into order, Chris as Presiding Magistrate takes his place and stands before the chair at the center of the room to deliver the relatio.

“Inasmuch as it may be good and fortunate for the Hibernian people of the Quirities, we bring before you an official recognition of trade relations with the nation of Turokhan. Everyone present has had adequate time to reflect on the terms, I propose a voice vote. What does it please you should be done about this matter?”

Lekkas chuckles to have the furry companion join him on his lap. "Oh, please do not bother. I adore cats!" He insists to Chris as he runs his hand down Octavians back and then proceeds to scratch just behind the feline's ear.

He happily takes the offered drink with his free hand. Lekkas laughs again but consents, "Very well then. A toast to good health and good fortune! To Turokhan's brightening future!" He raises his glass to Chris' and then sips on the deliciously strong drink. Lekkas can't help but to follow Chris in letting out a small labored exhale from the burning sensation of the liquor. "Smooth, indeed!" He declares with a smile and small hint of tear in one of his eyes.

Listening to Chris speak more on their next steps, Lekkas continues to pet his furry friend and marvel at the thought that their may just be a glimmer of hope in bringing Turokhan out of the dark ages and into modernity.

Being pulled from his thought and back to Chris who is moving on to new topic, Lekkas smiles brightly at the mention of Lucretius. "Sir, I frequently sleep with those books strewn across my bed!" He continues petting the demanding feline in his lap who had been forgotten in Lekkas lost in thought travels. "To be able to speak with a true Roman mindset on the De Rerum Natura is a dream come true."

-----

The days following are some of the best in Lekkas' long life. Being able to experience true Roman culture, literature, and architecture all while crafting a treaty that will help save his beloved home from itself is more than he truly ever could have dreamed.

When Chris invited him to watch the introduction and debate on the treaty before the Senate in the Curia, he was nearly beside himself in joy. The pinnacle of Rome's legacy, its Senate and democratic process, enshrined and preserved in a hallowed hall nearly identical to its inspiration in Rome itself was here before him as if he had stepped back in time.

Viewing the sights and sounds of the forum surrounding the Curia rendered Lekkas silent. The authentic Toga Praetexta of the senators was on display before him. He had already seen and long gushed over Chris' glorious Toga Picta, but it was even more exciting seeing it in its' natural setting. The Curia on the outside was magnificent to see and is nearly identical to the one in Rome minus the minor modern updates such as glass windows and regularly cleaned marble. The stepping through the doorway and entering the senate chamber itself, was another step through a door in time. Again, Lekkas was dumb struck and left it to Chris to do the talking and leading him to where he should be.

At his seat finally, Lekkas nodded along as Chris explained to him the proceedings and goings on. Lekkas' eyes excitedly darted around the room trying to take in as much detail of the place as possible. He tried to contain himself from excitedly bouncing in his seat like a small child. As much as Chris warned him that the proceeding was likely to be rather uninteresting, it was still exciting to the Romanophile to see it all happen in the flesh.

When the session was brought to order, Lekkas takes in a sharp inhale and quiets himself to listen to Chris and the rest of the room. His only regret is that he did not bring a recording device to record this historic moment for his nation and a memento for his collection.

The Confederate Empire of Sheng China

Argent wrote:"And to war we shall go." Jin-ho smiles with a mischievous chuckle. Pulling away from Prince Zixin's side, Jin-ho reopens the interface in his bionic forearm. A few command strokes and the strategic map of southern Arabia is projected onto the large screen the descends from the ceiling of the office.

The map shows that much of the interior of Sheng Arabia is highlighted in red denoting that it is occupied or hostile. Much of the coastline and major city areas are blue showing the Chinese areas of control.

Jin-ho draws their attention to the western interior city labeled Sana'a, which while itself blue is completely surrounded by red. "Sana'a is besieged. Our campaign's primary priority is lifting the siege. If the city falls to the rebels it will take nothing less than carpet bombing the city to get them out of it. With control of Sana'a the entire west of Yemen is theirs." A another command into the interface in his arm shows the region fall an intimidating solid red block.

"When we have control of Sana'a it will be a spring board from which we can launch attacks onto the rest of the region and regain control." With another command, Jin-ho shows a break in the siege and blue arrows the emanating out from Sana'a with the surrounding territories turning blue. "The enemy will be driven out of the west and forced into the desert region where they won't be able to survive."

Casting his hand to the more south westerly region of Yemen, Jin-ho brings the maps focus onto the city of Ta'izz. Another interior city held by the empire but with the encroaching red line of the rebels. "First, before we reach Sana'a, we must march north and break the advance encroaching on Ta'izz. Meeting the rebels head on near the city of Ibb. Ta'izz must be protected or Aden will be left exposed."

Jin-ho swipes his hand over interface on his forearm which shuts it down and snaps the television off. "Sounds easy enough, doesn't it?" He chuckles before heading for the door. Taking hold of the door knobs, Jin-ho throws open the large doors of the office.

He turns back to look at the Prince, "Your army is ready to march. So let's mount up, your highness. We have a lot of ground to cover while the sun still shines and you still have to parade from the city with the army to show off your dreamy fairytale princeliness to the public."

Taking a deep inhale, Zixin gives Jin-ho a sharp nod and marches through the door with his chin held high.

Within the hour Zixin is standing and waving to the crowd in the back of an open air military jeep that is rolling through the main street of Aden with the rest of the military column. The battalions of identically fully armored soldiers march in nearly perfect unison with their weapons in hand as armored vehicles separate individual battalion groups. Most of the vehicles are light weight machine gun and artillery trucks. Meant for fast movement in the harsh topography of the Yemeni hills. Among them however are several tower tanks; small all-terrain tanks who's four individual tracks extend and lift the body off the ground for a greater shooting range. A necessity among the hill shrubbery and low hills that obstruct long range vision.

The Imperial standards are proudly carried at the head of each battalion. Imperial flags also hang from buildings and lampposts with onlookers waving small handheld flags fervently. Music plays triumphantly to match the march of the soldiers feet. The parade is a jubilant patriotic affair that draws much of the city to watch. Attack helicopters roar over head which stirs up the crowds cheers even louder.

The military column finally makes its way through the city and reaches the outskirts. On the outskirts the flags are put away and the soldiers are loaded like cattle into the back of transport trucks. Prince Zixin descends from his jeep and walks into the very large armored command vehicle that waits for him with Jin-ho inside. The large vehicle is like an armored train on tank tracks with 3 interlocked cars behind the main cab.

Quickly and orderly the small army is loaded and rolling up the highway toward the city of Ta'izz on their way to the city of Ibb with a small fleet of attack helicopters escorting them along the way.

After 5 hours of driving and bypassing the city of Ta'izz, Zixin's army engages enemy forces at the large farming community of Sayyani. The skirmishes draw out for several hours as the enemy hide among groves and orchards, testing the Prince's freshly recruited and trained army. He holds his imperial soldiers back so as to give the greenhorns the opportunity to gain experience. Although taking the greater part of a day, Zixin's new army is successful in pushing out the rebels and securing the town.

Riding high on success, Zixin drives his forces forward up the highway in pursuit of the rebels over the next day. Several villages and towns are quickly liberated from rebel control as Zixin's army continues to trounce the poorly trained and armed peasant rebels.

Arriving in Ibb, Zixin finds that the city is partially under the control of the rebels with loyalist forces fighting street to street battles in their struggle to not be overrun. Zixin splits his forces into the three groups to strike at the flank of the rebel forces in the city along a long line that will make a defense difficult. With their urban warfare training and experience in liberating towns and villages over the past few days, the army aggressively strikes against the rebels. The harshness of the assault on their positions in the city force a quick retreat by the rebels with strategic positions being quickly taken by Imperial forces.

Reinvigorated by the arrival of reinforcements, city defenders push forward as well and are themselves able to push the rebels back aggressively. The rebels are pincered by combined forces of the city defenders and the Imperial reinforcements. They are squeezed out from their central hold on the city and pushed to but a quarter. The quarter that the rebels retreat to however is a largely industrial area with no residential areas that innocent civilians would be living in. With this understanding, Zixin orders the shelling of the area by his artillery and rocketed by his attack helicopter fleet.

Inside of an hour of the barrage starting the area is leveled and the remainder of the rebel force is totally smashed with most either dead or totally surrendered. The loss of the city quarter was deemed a necessary sacrifice to save the city.

After meeting with the city defenders and city leadership to discuss prisoner holding and promises of rebuilding efforts, Zixin returns to his mobile command vehicle. Stepping inside the very large fortress on wheels he takes quick stock of the spacious interior. The panel of computer screens that make up the opposing walls are still buzzing with activity as they show maps and statistics. Even the strategic command table is still lit with the image of the city of Ibb they had just liberated. With a happy laugh Zixin places down his helmet on the near counter and throws himself down into one of the plush leather chairs in the sitting area; letting out a contented sigh.

With a bright and happy smile of accomplishment still on his face Zixin finally notices Jin-ho when he enters from the adjoining car of the trainlike command vehicle.

"We did it! Jin-ho we did it! The city is saved! Our first real battle won!" Zixin exclaims excitedly as he jumps to his feet. "The soldiers under my command won the battle! Look! I am even dirty from the battlefield." Zixin points out the dust on his armor and the dirt smudges on his face.

Zixin belts out a laugh as he comes upon Jin-ho and takes him by the shoulder, "Of course, most of our victory is thanks to to a certain song bird that knew where the enemy were nearly the whole time." The Prince says referring to Jin-ho's detailed inside knowledge of the enemy placement, battle order, and plans.

"I'm sorry if I'm coming off a bit giddy and childish, but it is just so exhilarating! Not just winning the battle, I mean, but also that this is the first real step on our campaign that has bared tangible fruit of success." He smiles to widely and happily it hurts. "This might be the happiest I've been in...I don't even know if I ever been this happy." He can't help it when the feeling rushes over him as he hugs Jin-ho with a bright smile.

The United Empire of Argent

Sheng China wrote:Taking a deep inhale, Zixin gives Jin-ho a sharp nod and marches through the door with his chin held high.

Within the hour Zixin is standing and waving to the crowd in the back of an open air military jeep that is rolling through the main street of Aden with the rest of the military column. The battalions of identically fully armored soldiers march in nearly perfect unison with their weapons in hand as armored vehicles separate individual battalion groups. Most of the vehicles are light weight machine gun and artillery trucks. Meant for fast movement in the harsh topography of the Yemeni hills. Among them however are several tower tanks; small all-terrain tanks who's four individual tracks extend and lift the body off the ground for a greater shooting range. A necessity among the hill shrubbery and low hills that obstruct long range vision.

The Imperial standards are proudly carried at the head of each battalion. Imperial flags also hang from buildings and lampposts with onlookers waving small handheld flags fervently. Music plays triumphantly to match the march of the soldiers feet. The parade is a jubilant patriotic affair that draws much of the city to watch. Attack helicopters roar over head which stirs up the crowds cheers even louder.

The military column finally makes its way through the city and reaches the outskirts. On the outskirts the flags are put away and the soldiers are loaded like cattle into the back of transport trucks. Prince Zixin descends from his jeep and walks into the very large armored command vehicle that waits for him with Jin-ho inside. The large vehicle is like an armored train on tank tracks with 3 interlocked cars behind the main cab.

Quickly and orderly the small army is loaded and rolling up the highway toward the city of Ta'izz on their way to the city of Ibb with a small fleet of attack helicopters escorting them along the way.

After 5 hours of driving and bypassing the city of Ta'izz, Zixin's army engages enemy forces at the large farming community of Sayyani. The skirmishes draw out for several hours as the enemy hide among groves and orchards, testing the Prince's freshly recruited and trained army. He holds his imperial soldiers back so as to give the greenhorns the opportunity to gain experience. Although taking the greater part of a day, Zixin's new army is successful in pushing out the rebels and securing the town.

Riding high on success, Zixin drives his forces forward up the highway in pursuit of the rebels over the next day. Several villages and towns are quickly liberated from rebel control as Zixin's army continues to trounce the poorly trained and armed peasant rebels.

Arriving in Ibb, Zixin finds that the city is partially under the control of the rebels with loyalist forces fighting street to street battles in their struggle to not be overrun. Zixin splits his forces into the three groups to strike at the flank of the rebel forces in the city along a long line that will make a defense difficult. With their urban warfare training and experience in liberating towns and villages over the past few days, the army aggressively strikes against the rebels. The harshness of the assault on their positions in the city force a quick retreat by the rebels with strategic positions being quickly taken by Imperial forces.

Reinvigorated by the arrival of reinforcements, city defenders push forward as well and are themselves able to push the rebels back aggressively. The rebels are pincered by combined forces of the city defenders and the Imperial reinforcements. They are squeezed out from their central hold on the city and pushed to but a quarter. The quarter that the rebels retreat to however is a largely industrial area with no residential areas that innocent civilians would be living in. With this understanding, Zixin orders the shelling of the area by his artillery and rocketed by his attack helicopter fleet.

Inside of an hour of the barrage starting the area is leveled and the remainder of the rebel force is totally smashed with most either dead or totally surrendered. The loss of the city quarter was deemed a necessary sacrifice to save the city.

After meeting with the city defenders and city leadership to discuss prisoner holding and promises of rebuilding efforts, Zixin returns to his mobile command vehicle. Stepping inside the very large fortress on wheels he takes quick stock of the spacious interior. The panel of computer screens that make up the opposing walls are still buzzing with activity as they show maps and statistics. Even the strategic command table is still lit with the image of the city of Ibb they had just liberated. With a happy laugh Zixin places down his helmet on the near counter and throws himself down into one of the plush leather chairs in the sitting area; letting out a contented sigh.

With a bright and happy smile of accomplishment still on his face Zixin finally notices Jin-ho when he enters from the adjoining car of the trainlike command vehicle.

"We did it! Jin-ho we did it! The city is saved! Our first real battle won!" Zixin exclaims excitedly as he jumps to his feet. "The soldiers under my command won the battle! Look! I am even dirty from the battlefield." Zixin points out the dust on his armor and the dirt smudges on his face.

Zixin belts out a laugh as he comes upon Jin-ho and takes him by the shoulder, "Of course, most of our victory is thanks to to a certain song bird that knew where the enemy were nearly the whole time." The Prince says referring to Jin-ho's detailed inside knowledge of the enemy placement, battle order, and plans.

"I'm sorry if I'm coming off a bit giddy and childish, but it is just so exhilarating! Not just winning the battle, I mean, but also that this is the first real step on our campaign that has bared tangible fruit of success." He smiles to widely and happily it hurts. "This might be the happiest I've been in...I don't even know if I ever been this happy." He can't help it when the feeling rushes over him as he hugs Jin-ho with a bright smile.

Taken aback by the sudden and unexpected embrace, Jin-ho froze in place unsure of what to do. An awkward chuckle and pat on the the Prince's armored shoulder was all that Jin-ho could image as he replied, "Congratulations, your highness!"

Finding himself very uncomfortable from not only the awkwardness of being embraced, but also the hard edges of the Prince's body armor, Jin-ho manages to slither his way out from the Prince's hold. Finally, free from the iron grip, Jin-ho adjusts his slightly ruffled self. "You and your forces performed exceedingly well today your highness." Jin-ho reassures the Prince as he tries to return to his typical decorum.

Looming pressure on his thoughts press to the forefront forcing him to mention, "The Emperor sends along his own congratulations, as well. He was especially impressed with your move to level the manufacturing sector in order to defeat the remnants." He mentions from his conversation that he had with the Emperor just before joining Zixin; the Emperor's cold voice and piercing eyes still haunting him.

"And not to rain on the parade, but if we are to keep the Emperor happy, we will need to press forward as fast as we can. He watches your progress quit closely with very much scrutiny." Jin-ho asserts as he makes for the strategy table to activate it and show the Yemeni region.

Showing the highway from Ibb to Sana'a, the map shows the oppressive red enemy-controlled area that dominates the inland territory and surrounds the still blue area of Sana'a. "There is over 200 kilometers between us and the city. All of it under the control of the AFJ." Jin-ho turns back to Zixin, "Ibb was your first test. And you did well which I congratulate you for. But it is a first step along a long path to Sana'a and then to the rest of Yemen and Sheng Arabia. So, we need to keep pushing. Give the army the night to rest and resupply and move out in the morning." He all but orders the Prince in a strongly suggested tone. "You cannot afford to fall behind and be frivolous."

Jin-ho snaps the interface off and prepares to return to his work. Before stalking off he considers the harshness of his words and how his patience was only made short because of the looming pressure of the Emperor's demands hanging over him. Jin-ho further considers how the Prince was indeed acting childish, looking for desperate approval for his achievements. It would not hurt to reward Zixin for his success today.

"Although, I suppose that you and I can afford a little revelry for your victory." Jin-ho chuckles as he quickly retreats into the next car, which are the living quarters for he and Zixin. He makes for the corner bar and pulls out a bottle of Chinese wine and returns to Zixin. "I think a couple drinks and cheers to you and your men are in order."

The Republic of Roman Hibernia

Turokhan wrote:Lekkas chuckles to have the furry companion join him on his lap. "Oh, please do not bother. I adore cats!" He insists to Chris as he runs his hand down Octavians back and then proceeds to scratch just behind the feline's ear.

He happily takes the offered drink with his free hand. Lekkas laughs again but consents, "Very well then. A toast to good health and good fortune! To Turokhan's brightening future!" He raises his glass to Chris' and then sips on the deliciously strong drink. Lekkas can't help but to follow Chris in letting out a small labored exhale from the burning sensation of the liquor. "Smooth, indeed!" He declares with a smile and small hint of tear in one of his eyes.

Listening to Chris speak more on their next steps, Lekkas continues to pet his furry friend and marvel at the thought that their may just be a glimmer of hope in bringing Turokhan out of the dark ages and into modernity.

Being pulled from his thought and back to Chris who is moving on to new topic, Lekkas smiles brightly at the mention of Lucretius. "Sir, I frequently sleep with those books strewn across my bed!" He continues petting the demanding feline in his lap who had been forgotten in Lekkas lost in thought travels. "To be able to speak with a true Roman mindset on the De Rerum Natura is a dream come true."

-----

The days following are some of the best in Lekkas' long life. Being able to experience true Roman culture, literature, and architecture all while crafting a treaty that will help save his beloved home from itself is more than he truly ever could have dreamed.

When Chris invited him to watch the introduction and debate on the treaty before the Senate in the Curia, he was nearly beside himself in joy. The pinnacle of Rome's legacy, its Senate and democratic process, enshrined and preserved in a hallowed hall nearly identical to its inspiration in Rome itself was here before him as if he had stepped back in time.

Viewing the sights and sounds of the forum surrounding the Curia rendered Lekkas silent. The authentic Toga Praetexta of the senators was on display before him. He had already seen and long gushed over Chris' glorious Toga Picta, but it was even more exciting seeing it in its' natural setting. The Curia on the outside was magnificent to see and is nearly identical to the one in Rome minus the minor modern updates such as glass windows and regularly cleaned marble. The stepping through the doorway and entering the senate chamber itself, was another step through a door in time. Again, Lekkas was dumb struck and left it to Chris to do the talking and leading him to where he should be.

At his seat finally, Lekkas nodded along as Chris explained to him the proceedings and goings on. Lekkas' eyes excitedly darted around the room trying to take in as much detail of the place as possible. He tried to contain himself from excitedly bouncing in his seat like a small child. As much as Chris warned him that the proceeding was likely to be rather uninteresting, it was still exciting to the Romanophile to see it all happen in the flesh.

When the session was brought to order, Lekkas takes in a sharp inhale and quiets himself to listen to Chris and the rest of the room. His only regret is that he did not bring a recording device to record this historic moment for his nation and a memento for his collection.

One by one each senator is called to state their opinion until all are heard. The procedure ends up taking far longer than expected, as several members elected to state their opinions. One Senator from the far eastern coast of Britannica with a small stack of index cards in her hands seems prepared to deliver a speech, but thinks better of it. When all is said and done, with a mere two votes against and twenty-four abstentions, the clear majority is in favor.

“Votes in favor of the treaty make up the larger part. The Senatus Consultum shall be drawn up this morning and deposited in the Aerarium Saturni. And with that, Turokhan will be officially recognized as a trade partner of Roman Hibernia.” Chris quickly organizes the paperwork into neater piles, and rises from his seat to dismiss the assembly. “I no longer hold the senate.”

The senators rise and slowly disperse from the chamber, some lingering to chat amongst each other. Eventually, after several handshakes and some polite small talk, Chris is able to pull himself away from the floor and rejoin Lekkas in the gallery. “That ran a bit longer than expected, I apologize.” Chris says as he takes the seat next to Lekkas. “I hope you weren’t bored. Did you have any questions about the proceedings?”

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Argent wrote:Taken aback by the sudden and unexpected embrace, Jin-ho froze in place unsure of what to do. An awkward chuckle and pat on the the Prince's armored shoulder was all that Jin-ho could image as he replied, "Congratulations, your highness!"

Finding himself very uncomfortable from not only the awkwardness of being embraced, but also the hard edges of the Prince's body armor, Jin-ho manages to slither his way out from the Prince's hold. Finally, free from the iron grip, Jin-ho adjusts his slightly ruffled self. "You and your forces performed exceedingly well today your highness." Jin-ho reassures the Prince as he tries to return to his typical decorum.

Looming pressure on his thoughts press to the forefront forcing him to mention, "The Emperor sends along his own congratulations, as well. He was especially impressed with your move to level the manufacturing sector in order to defeat the remnants." He mentions from his conversation that he had with the Emperor just before joining Zixin; the Emperor's cold voice and piercing eyes still haunting him.

"And not to rain on the parade, but if we are to keep the Emperor happy, we will need to press forward as fast as we can. He watches your progress quit closely with very much scrutiny." Jin-ho asserts as he makes for the strategy table to activate it and show the Yemeni region.

Showing the highway from Ibb to Sana'a, the map shows the oppressive red enemy-controlled area that dominates the inland territory and surrounds the still blue area of Sana'a. "There is over 200 kilometers between us and the city. All of it under the control of the AFJ." Jin-ho turns back to Zixin, "Ibb was your first test. And you did well which I congratulate you for. But it is a first step along a long path to Sana'a and then to the rest of Yemen and Sheng Arabia. So, we need to keep pushing. Give the army the night to rest and resupply and move out in the morning." He all but orders the Prince in a strongly suggested tone. "You cannot afford to fall behind and be frivolous."

Jin-ho snaps the interface off and prepares to return to his work. Before stalking off he considers the harshness of his words and how his patience was only made short because of the looming pressure of the Emperor's demands hanging over him. Jin-ho further considers how the Prince was indeed acting childish, looking for desperate approval for his achievements. It would not hurt to reward Zixin for his success today.

"Although, I suppose that you and I can afford a little revelry for your victory." Jin-ho chuckles as he quickly retreats into the next car, which are the living quarters for he and Zixin. He makes for the corner bar and pulls out a bottle of Chinese wine and returns to Zixin. "I think a couple drinks and cheers to you and your men are in order."

A splash of ice water is thrown onto Zixin's heart when Jin-ho mentions the Emperor and his close observation of their progress. The specter of his foreign patron looming over him haunts his every move and decision. Even in his success the foreign Emperor haunts him with reminders that he is watching closely.

With a heavy deflating sigh, Zixin agrees with Jin-ho; there is just so much to do and so little room to mess up or waste time. "Agreed. We need to keep advancing." He admits with his previous happy mood all but effectively doused.

Zixin felt very heavy and like he needed to go to sleep to get what little peace he could. He proceeds to snap off his cape to prepare the process of removing the armor suit. He only stops when he notices Jin-ho quickly step out of the room with a chuckle. He smiles however when he sees the man return with a bottle of wine in hand.

With his mood rallied, Zixin smiled again, "I agree!" He answers to the offer of drinks.

----

After a night of drinks and allowing the soldiers a few minutes longer of sleep in consideration for their excellent performance the night before, Zixin rallies his forces with an impassioned speech and begins the march for the besieged Sana'a. The Prince's army meets resistance almost immediately and are forced to begin a long campaign skirmishing with the rebel forces in the hills.

Meanwhile, in the aftermath of the battle of Ibb, news of the victory quickly spreads through Yemen, Sheng Arabia, and even reaches the hallowed halls of the Imperial Court in Yong'an. The Imperial Court makes a formal commendation to Prince Zixin for his quick response and early victory against the rebels. Loyalist morale in Sheng Arabia is optimistically, albeit cautiously, rallied.

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Roman Hibernia wrote:One by one each senator is called to state their opinion until all are heard. The procedure ends up taking far longer than expected, as several members elected to state their opinions. One Senator from the far eastern coast of Britannica with a small stack of index cards in her hands seems prepared to deliver a speech, but thinks better of it. When all is said and done, with a mere two votes against and twenty-four abstentions, the clear majority is in favor.

“Votes in favor of the treaty make up the larger part. The Senatus Consultum shall be drawn up this morning and deposited in the Aerarium Saturni. And with that, Turokhan will be officially recognized as a trade partner of Roman Hibernia.” Chris quickly organizes the paperwork into neater piles, and rises from his seat to dismiss the assembly. “I no longer hold the senate.”

The senators rise and slowly disperse from the chamber, some lingering to chat amongst each other. Eventually, after several handshakes and some polite small talk, Chris is able to pull himself away from the floor and rejoin Lekkas in the gallery. “That ran a bit longer than expected, I apologize.” Chris says as he takes the seat next to Lekkas. “I hope you weren’t bored. Did you have any questions about the proceedings?”

As Chris approaches Lekkas, he would find that the older man was writing enthusiastically in his notebook. Outside of Roman Hibernia's bubble, the world really had little left in the way of information on their ancient predecessor. Snippets of information from the ancient writers that have been compiled to make a best guess of what went on. So with the chance to record how Roman senatorial procedure actually functioned made readily available in front of him, Lekkas needed to take the chance to write on it.

Lekkas furiously finished his thought before he looked up at Chris, "Bored? Ha! No, your excellency. Quite fascinated I assure you." He shows off the pages of notes he took during the senate session. "I am going to make so many of my friends and colleagues jealous with this."

With a chuckles and happy smile he happily closes the notebook and ties its connected strap to keep it closed, "I'm sure I will eventually, but at the moment my head is abuze. I will review my notes and likely bother you with some questions again later."

Leaning back into his chair from where he had been sitting on the edge since the beginning of the session, Lekkas stretches with some audible pops coming from his joints. A happy smile stretches across his face. "To think, progress is coming."

He pulls himself to his feat with some help from his walking cane to balance. Lekkas stretches his hand out to Chris, "Thank you, Proconsul! You've done so much for us just by agreeing to see me, much less all of this." He gestures to the once filled chamber. "Progress is finally coming to Turokhan. Thanks to you, sir. We are indebted to you."

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Happy year of the Ox.

The Confederate Empire of Sheng China

Happy New Year! 新年快乐!

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Sheng China wrote:A splash of ice water is thrown onto Zixin's heart when Jin-ho mentions the Emperor and his close observation of their progress. The specter of his foreign patron looming over him haunts his every move and decision. Even in his success the foreign Emperor haunts him with reminders that he is watching closely.

With a heavy deflating sigh, Zixin agrees with Jin-ho; there is just so much to do and so little room to mess up or waste time. "Agreed. We need to keep advancing." He admits with his previous happy mood all but effectively doused.

Zixin felt very heavy and like he needed to go to sleep to get what little peace he could. He proceeds to snap off his cape to prepare the process of removing the armor suit. He only stops when he notices Jin-ho quickly step out of the room with a chuckle. He smiles however when he sees the man return with a bottle of wine in hand.

With his mood rallied, Zixin smiled again, "I agree!" He answers to the offer of drinks.

----

After a night of drinks and allowing the soldiers a few minutes longer of sleep in consideration for their excellent performance the night before, Zixin rallies his forces with an impassioned speech and begins the march for the besieged Sana'a. The Prince's army meets resistance almost immediately and are forced to begin a long campaign skirmishing with the rebel forces in the hills.

Meanwhile, in the aftermath of the battle of Ibb, news of the victory quickly spreads through Yemen, Sheng Arabia, and even reaches the hallowed halls of the Imperial Court in Yong'an. The Imperial Court makes a formal commendation to Prince Zixin for his quick response and early victory against the rebels. Loyalist morale in Sheng Arabia is optimistically, albeit cautiously, rallied.

The biting defeat of their first major battle against Imperial Forces sends shock waves across the AFJ. Their series of symbolic victories of overrunning small Imperial garrisons and sieging cities is now at its end with the march of Prince Zixin and his victory at Ibb.

Despite the defeat of their forces at Ibb, the Arab Front for Justice are able to gain crucial intelligence on the impending force marching to save Sana'a. It is a small force and the only force that seems to be working to fight against the rebels. As they have have learned since the outbreak of the rebellion and with the arrival of Zixin's small force, it would appear that the Governor General has little intention of joining the conflict with his own forces. The revelation of this frees the AFJ to move their own forces freely and to be embolden in their choices of targets to attack.

In response to the defeat at Ibb, the AFJ calls upon the faithful, loyal, and patriotic of Yemen and the Arab world to rebuff the Imperial advance upon Sana'a. With the knowledge that only such a small force faces against the rebellion, many militias and insurgents race to the city in preparation for the Prince's force. The besieging forces numbers swell by several thousands and prepare to engage the approaching force while simultaneously attempting to seize Sana'a.

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Argent wrote:The biting defeat of their first major battle against Imperial Forces sends shock waves across the AFJ. Their series of symbolic victories of overrunning small Imperial garrisons and sieging cities is now at its end with the march of Prince Zixin and his victory at Ibb.

Despite the defeat of their forces at Ibb, the Arab Front for Justice are able to gain crucial intelligence on the impending force marching to save Sana'a. It is a small force and the only force that seems to be working to fight against the rebels. As they have have learned since the outbreak of the rebellion and with the arrival of Zixin's small force, it would appear that the Governor General has little intention of joining the conflict with his own forces. The revelation of this frees the AFJ to move their own forces freely and to be embolden in their choices of targets to attack.

In response to the defeat at Ibb, the AFJ calls upon the faithful, loyal, and patriotic of Yemen and the Arab world to rebuff the Imperial advance upon Sana'a. With the knowledge that only such a small force faces against the rebellion, many militias and insurgents race to the city in preparation for the Prince's force. The besieging forces numbers swell by several thousands and prepare to engage the approaching force while simultaneously attempting to seize Sana'a.

In the aftermath of the Battle of Ibb, Prince Zixin and his forces continued their string of victories in the week long progression north. Despite the distance from Ibb and Sana'a being relatively small, the increasing density and veracity of rebel fighters increased the closer they approached the large city.

Their steady progress however was considerably slowed when Prince's forces had reached and besieged the occupied city of Dhamar. Although the city had no walls and defensive formations to speak of unlike many of the settlements in Yemen, an especially strong garrison occupied it. The city sits on a cross roads of two of the major highways in the region. Not only is it of strategic importance for both sides, the city easily received reinforcements from fighters rushing to reinforce Sana'a besieging forces.

After a stalemate had developed from rebuffed advances on both sides, Zixin deployed a new tactical force to better assist in the battle. Military grade small drones entered the sky by the dozens from command center trucks. The drones swarm across the city and locate enemy positions. Once identified the drones would ping the location back to artillery command or themselves drop small munitions to push the enemy out. The hyperlinked drones directly linked to supercomputers commanded by Prince's technicians coordinate with each other flawlessly to swarm across the city.

With the data and efforts of the drone swarms, Zixin's forces are able to push against enemy weak points and/or directly confront unprepared positions. Switching to a targeted series of attacks and shelling, Zixin's forces are able to make considerable headway into the city as they fragment and destabilize the enemy forces.

After a 3 days long street by street battle, Prince Zixin's forces finally push the rebels from the city and into the hills where they are pursued by attack helicopters and drones to be mowed down or chased from the area. While a sound and resounding victory over the rebels in retaking the city, casualties of the battle are the highest since the start of the campaign.

In the aftermath, Prince Zixin evaluates the results of battle and the current position of his forces. While technologically more advanced than the enemy and professionally trained, his forces are sorely outnumbered. Even with Jin-ho pulling strings on the other side and providing ample intel the enemy combatants are still tenacious and full of conviction. Further consulting with Jin-ho leads him to conclude that additional support is necessary if they are going to have a chance to liberate Sana'a.

The Prince calls out to Governor General Xiong Da from his mobile command center. Standing before a large screen in the lounge area of the command center, Zixin begrudgingly bows when the image of the Governor General finally snaps onto the screen. "Governor General!" The Prince salutes.

"Your highness." The Governor General sitting at the desk does not even bother to rise as he bows his head to the Prince. "To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your handsome face."

Forcing a fakes chuckle and smile the Prince responds, "A pleasure to see you as well, Governor. I call on urgent business however. The situation here in the west is becoming complicated. I am in need of reinforcements if I am to liberate the west from the rebel threat."

Governor Xiong strokes his precisely manicured beard as he leans back in his plush chair as considers what Zixin had just said.

Disliking the lack of response out of Xiong, Zixin presses further, "I have but a force of 5,000 fighting against rebels in the tens of thousands. I need the support of Imperial Forces or the Colonial Militia. Sana'a alone is encircled by over 30,000 and it is being bolstered everyday with more. If you can summon 5,000 Imperial soldiers and 10,000 of the Colonial Militia, I would be able to liberate the city and go on to liberate the west."

The Governor stands from his chair. Due to his large size the camera automatically pulls back to keep him in shot; following him as he moves about his large office. "Your highness, you have performed so well without the need for reinforcements. The battle of Ibb and now fresh off your liberation of Dhamar. You have proven to be an exceptional commander. Do you really require so much added support?"

Taken aback by the Governor General's comments, it takes a Zixin a moment to respond. "What do you mean? While I have won the battles I have with what I have, they have been won by the skin of our teeth. I have calculated the reinforcements I require to liberate the city with as little as I can manage. The number is the 15,000 if I want to have any chance of succeeding."

The Governor nods his head in understanding, still stroking the beard on his chin. He lets out a deep sigh as he turns his attention back to Zixin, "That may be so. However, I will be blunt with you young prince. Promises have been made. Promises which I intend to keep. I cannot summon Imperial Forces to Yemen."

Zixin pieced together instantly what Xiong was referring to. Requesting reinforcements from Imperial Forces would show to the Imperial Court that the Governor General was losing control of the situation. Potential political suicide. Especially for a man with retirement in sight. So even if half the territory is in rebel hands, as long as the Imperial Court thinks that he has control over the situation they won't care. It also means that the Prince is set up as a fall for if the situation goes bad. If Zixin fails and loses the campaign, then he can summon the Imperial Forces over the Prince's failure and save his own face.

"Then what am I to do, Governor." Zixin asked through grit teeth.

The Governor General returned to his chair behind the desk and this time drummed his fingers against his chin in thought. "Colonial Militia I can summon. I think 5,000 will do you?"

Eyes flying open in surprise and face contorting in disgust, the Prince balked at the offer. "5,000? That's only a third of what I requested. A third! I only requested 15,000 because I was expecting 5,000 of that to be Imperial soldiers." Realizing that his voice and temper were growing, Zixin took in a breath to calm himself before speaking calmly again. "Please, your excellency. I am honored by the trust you have in my skill, but 5,000 additional Colonial Militiamen is simply not enough. If I am to liberate Sana'a and have any hope in winning this conflict for you, then I need more soldiers." Zixin plead with desperation rising in his voice.

Raising his hands up defensively, the Governor General chuckles patronizingly, "I understand your concerns and the situation that you find yourself in. However, You must understand your highness, even as Governor I am bound by constraints of time and availability." Leaning back in his chair, Xiong runs his hand hand over his beard again in a show of thought. A moment later he offers, "I can muster maybe an additional 3,000 for you immediately. Now that's 8,000 fighters. That is all I can provide to you for now. Time is needed to raise more. Money is needed to be gathered to pay them."

As Zixin is about to protest again at the lack of necessary soldiers, Governor Xiong interrupts him, "Begin the battle with this. And I will continue to muster more for you. I will find the money needed somewhere in the budgets. Just give me time. I will do as much as I can."

The Governor then picks up his datapad and starts typing in commands as he continues speaking, "I will have your 8,000 air lifted to Dhamar and will be in contact when I can. Good luck, your highness." The video then cuts out before Zixin has a chance to say anything much less force a fake smile and thankful platitude.

Shaking his head, Zixin turns away from the monitor and throws himself down into a near chair. He rubs his temples to sooth the headache forming from his frustration. "Is it just me or is he setting me up to be killed?" He asks aloud for Jin-ho to hear him, who he knows was hiding in the shadows away from the eyes of the Governor General. "The man was once one of our most respected generals. Now he has become a doughy politician in generals armor." Zixin vents.

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The United Empire of Argent

Sheng China wrote:In the aftermath of the Battle of Ibb, Prince Zixin and his forces continued their string of victories in the week long progression north. Despite the distance from Ibb and Sana'a being relatively small, the increasing density and veracity of rebel fighters increased the closer they approached the large city.

Their steady progress however was considerably slowed when Prince's forces had reached and besieged the occupied city of Dhamar. Although the city had no walls and defensive formations to speak of unlike many of the settlements in Yemen, an especially strong garrison occupied it. The city sits on a cross roads of two of the major highways in the region. Not only is it of strategic importance for both sides, the city easily received reinforcements from fighters rushing to reinforce Sana'a besieging forces.

After a stalemate had developed from rebuffed advances on both sides, Zixin deployed a new tactical force to better assist in the battle. Military grade small drones entered the sky by the dozens from command center trucks. The drones swarm across the city and locate enemy positions. Once identified the drones would ping the location back to artillery command or themselves drop small munitions to push the enemy out. The hyperlinked drones directly linked to supercomputers commanded by Prince's technicians coordinate with each other flawlessly to swarm across the city.

With the data and efforts of the drone swarms, Zixin's forces are able to push against enemy weak points and/or directly confront unprepared positions. Switching to a targeted series of attacks and shelling, Zixin's forces are able to make considerable headway into the city as they fragment and destabilize the enemy forces.

After a 3 days long street by street battle, Prince Zixin's forces finally push the rebels from the city and into the hills where they are pursued by attack helicopters and drones to be mowed down or chased from the area. While a sound and resounding victory over the rebels in retaking the city, casualties of the battle are the highest since the start of the campaign.

In the aftermath, Prince Zixin evaluates the results of battle and the current position of his forces. While technologically more advanced than the enemy and professionally trained, his forces are sorely outnumbered. Even with Jin-ho pulling strings on the other side and providing ample intel the enemy combatants are still tenacious and full of conviction. Further consulting with Jin-ho leads him to conclude that additional support is necessary if they are going to have a chance to liberate Sana'a.

The Prince calls out to Governor General Xiong Da from his mobile command center. Standing before a large screen in the lounge area of the command center, Zixin begrudgingly bows when the image of the Governor General finally snaps onto the screen. "Governor General!" The Prince salutes.

"Your highness." The Governor General sitting at the desk does not even bother to rise as he bows his head to the Prince. "To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing your handsome face."

Forcing a fakes chuckle and smile the Prince responds, "A pleasure to see you as well, Governor. I call on urgent business however. The situation here in the west is becoming complicated. I am in need of reinforcements if I am to liberate the west from the rebel threat."

Governor Xiong strokes his precisely manicured beard as he leans back in his plush chair as considers what Zixin had just said.

Disliking the lack of response out of Xiong, Zixin presses further, "I have but a force of 5,000 fighting against rebels in the tens of thousands. I need the support of Imperial Forces or the Colonial Militia. Sana'a alone is encircled by over 30,000 and it is being bolstered everyday with more. If you can summon 5,000 Imperial soldiers and 10,000 of the Colonial Militia, I would be able to liberate the city and go on to liberate the west."

The Governor stands from his chair. Due to his large size the camera automatically pulls back to keep him in shot; following him as he moves about his large office. "Your highness, you have performed so well without the need for reinforcements. The battle of Ibb and now fresh off your liberation of Dhamar. You have proven to be an exceptional commander. Do you really require so much added support?"

Taken aback by the Governor General's comments, it takes a Zixin a moment to respond. "What do you mean? While I have won the battles I have with what I have, they have been won by the skin of our teeth. I have calculated the reinforcements I require to liberate the city with as little as I can manage. The number is the 15,000 if I want to have any chance of succeeding."

The Governor nods his head in understanding, still stroking the beard on his chin. He lets out a deep sigh as he turns his attention back to Zixin, "That may be so. However, I will be blunt with you young prince. Promises have been made. Promises which I intend to keep. I cannot summon Imperial Forces to Yemen."

Zixin pieced together instantly what Xiong was referring to. Requesting reinforcements from Imperial Forces would show to the Imperial Court that the Governor General was losing control of the situation. Potential political suicide. Especially for a man with retirement in sight. So even if half the territory is in rebel hands, as long as the Imperial Court thinks that he has control over the situation they won't care. It also means that the Prince is set up as a fall for if the situation goes bad. If Zixin fails and loses the campaign, then he can summon the Imperial Forces over the Prince's failure and save his own face.

"Then what am I to do, Governor." Zixin asked through grit teeth.

The Governor General returned to his chair behind the desk and this time drummed his fingers against his chin in thought. "Colonial Militia I can summon. I think 5,000 will do you?"

Eyes flying open in surprise and face contorting in disgust, the Prince balked at the offer. "5,000? That's only a third of what I requested. A third! I only requested 15,000 because I was expecting 5,000 of that to be Imperial soldiers." Realizing that his voice and temper were growing, Zixin took in a breath to calm himself before speaking calmly again. "Please, your excellency. I am honored by the trust you have in my skill, but 5,000 additional Colonial Militiamen is simply not enough. If I am to liberate Sana'a and have any hope in winning this conflict for you, then I need more soldiers." Zixin plead with desperation rising in his voice.

Raising his hands up defensively, the Governor General chuckles patronizingly, "I understand your concerns and the situation that you find yourself in. However, You must understand your highness, even as Governor I am bound by constraints of time and availability." Leaning back in his chair, Xiong runs his hand hand over his beard again in a show of thought. A moment later he offers, "I can muster maybe an additional 3,000 for you immediately. Now that's 8,000 fighters. That is all I can provide to you for now. Time is needed to raise more. Money is needed to be gathered to pay them."

As Zixin is about to protest again at the lack of necessary soldiers, Governor Xiong interrupts him, "Begin the battle with this. And I will continue to muster more for you. I will find the money needed somewhere in the budgets. Just give me time. I will do as much as I can."

The Governor then picks up his datapad and starts typing in commands as he continues speaking, "I will have your 8,000 air lifted to Dhamar and will be in contact when I can. Good luck, your highness." The video then cuts out before Zixin has a chance to say anything much less force a fake smile and thankful platitude.

Shaking his head, Zixin turns away from the monitor and throws himself down into a near chair. He rubs his temples to sooth the headache forming from his frustration. "Is it just me or is he setting me up to be killed?" He asks aloud for Jin-ho to hear him, who he knows was hiding in the shadows away from the eyes of the Governor General. "The man was once one of our most respected generals. Now he has become a doughy politician in generals armor." Zixin vents.

Appearing from the shadows as the Prince assumed he was hiding, Jin-ho made straight for the bar in the room as he answered the Prince, "To be blunt, your highness, yes. Yes, he is trying to kill you."

Opening the bar and quickly finding the good baijiu with a smile Jin-ho starts pouring two glasses, "Maybe not actively, mind you, but he is certainly setting you up for failure."

"He knows that the situation is bad. Very bad. So bad, that he and you both are not likely to fix it without serious external help; likely from the Imperial Army." Jin-ho returns the cap to the bottle and places the expensive liquor back in the bar. He walks over to where the Prince sits and offers him a glass. "A call which he will not do in order to save his own skin."

Sitting himself down next to Zixin, Jin-ho continues, "Summoning the full might of the Colonial Militia would draw too much attention as well." The agent takes a quick sip of the baijiu and gives an audible sigh. "That's good."

"So, he is setting you up to be the fall guy. If you fail at Sana'a then you can be blamed for the entirety of the situations severity because you were too incompetent to win or manage the war. Then he can ride in ahead of the Colonial Militia or the Imperial Army sweep the insurgents aside in glorious Imperial fashion." He declares sweeping his hand through the air before turning it into a fist. He turns back to his drink and takes another sip.

"He'll be hailed as a hero and you'll be cast down again as a failed upstart. Or you'll be dead. Win-win for him." Jin-ho sighs as he shakes his head, "Even if you succeed, he takes credit for providing you with forces. Minimal though they be."

The man then jumps to his feet and downs the last of the baijiu in his glass before making for the bar again. At the bar he takes the bottle out and this time decides to take it with him back to his seat next to Zixin. Before he sits he gives Zixin a wicked smile, "What we need to do is out maneuver him in an embarrassing fashion. A coup de grâce."

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Happy Easter to all who celebrate!! <3

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The Democratic Republic of Tokora

Argent wrote:Happy Easter to all who celebrate!! <3

Ditto.

Yangtian

Manchuria changes its flag

The ascension of Aisin Gioro Xian on the orchid throne was an historic event in Manchu history as it marked the first time a woman became a reigning monarch in Manchuria. She was also the youngest empress on the throne at a mere 29 years old. This, however was not the only surprising event that happened. A few days after she became the Yangxi empress, the government announced that the country would change its flag for the third time of its history. The flag most manchus were used to was the yellow flag with five stripes in the canton, each representing one of the 5 main ethnic groups of the country, being Manchus, Han chinese, Russians, Japanese and Koreans respectively, under the autoritarian rule of the Wangshan Emperor from 2020 to 2060, the flag became associated with opression such as what was endured under the Kangde emperor, in an era when the concordia association, which is today Manchuria's dominent party despite the democratisation towards the end of the Wangshan emperor's rule, was still the sole legal political party. As such, the flag became increasingly associated with the party which, was also responsable for the forcefull ethnic cleansing of Han chinese in the 1950's. With this in mind, the empress proposed a bill to parliament to change the flag to a new one she had previously created. The flag features two horizontal stripes of equal size splitting the flag in two, the upper one being red and the lower one being yellow. The flag also features the imperial seal on the left corner of the red stripe. Red is meant to represent the Han, Japanese and Koreans as well as the han who were killed, while the yellow represents the Russians and Manchus. The flag was nicknamed the "Han and Manchu friendship flag" by the empress and was officially adopted by parliament. political analysts say this might be a turning point in Sino Manchurian relations as this could indicate an attempt at a rapprochement with china which would be yet another historic event for Manchuria.

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The Confederate Empire of Sheng China

Argent wrote:Appearing from the shadows as the Prince assumed he was hiding, Jin-ho made straight for the bar in the room as he answered the Prince, "To be blunt, your highness, yes. Yes, he is trying to kill you."

Opening the bar and quickly finding the good baijiu with a smile Jin-ho starts pouring two glasses, "Maybe not actively, mind you, but he is certainly setting you up for failure."

"He knows that the situation is bad. Very bad. So bad, that he and you both are not likely to fix it without serious external help; likely from the Imperial Army." Jin-ho returns the cap to the bottle and places the expensive liquor back in the bar. He walks over to where the Prince sits and offers him a glass. "A call which he will not do in order to save his own skin."

Sitting himself down next to Zixin, Jin-ho continues, "Summoning the full might of the Colonial Militia would draw too much attention as well." The agent takes a quick sip of the baijiu and gives an audible sigh. "That's good."

"So, he is setting you up to be the fall guy. If you fail at Sana'a then you can be blamed for the entirety of the situations severity because you were too incompetent to win or manage the war. Then he can ride in ahead of the Colonial Militia or the Imperial Army sweep the insurgents aside in glorious Imperial fashion." He declares sweeping his hand through the air before turning it into a fist. He turns back to his drink and takes another sip.

"He'll be hailed as a hero and you'll be cast down again as a failed upstart. Or you'll be dead. Win-win for him." Jin-ho sighs as he shakes his head, "Even if you succeed, he takes credit for providing you with forces. Minimal though they be."

The man then jumps to his feet and downs the last of the baijiu in his glass before making for the bar again. At the bar he takes the bottle out and this time decides to take it with him back to his seat next to Zixin. Before he sits he gives Zixin a wicked smile, "What we need to do is out maneuver him in an embarrassing fashion. A coup de grâce."

Zixin begrudgingly takes the glass offered to him and takes a small sip; not really interested in drinking, but equally disinterested in being completely sober. As Jin-ho elaborates on Governor Xiong's motives, Zixin hopes it will throw some water on the angry inferno building at the notion of this fat, aged governor standing in his way.

The drink does not help as Jin-ho continues to speak on the Governor's motives and two faced nature which only fuels the fire. He propels himself to his feet and paces about erratically for a moment, hoping to dispel some of the agitation at Jin-ho’s mention of being "cast down as a failed upstart." The word 'fail' echoes in his head as heat bubbles in his chest. He can feel the warm flush of anger working its way up his neck, and it takes everything in his power to contain his emotions and to not lash out. He breathes heavily through clenched teeth. His knuckles turn white in his balled fists.

Once his ire is successfully curbed, for now, the young prince turns to silence Jin-ho on the subject when he notices the Argentian agent's smile. Zixin knows the wicked smile as a sign that Jin-ho has a plan.

"I like embarrassing. I’d prefer utterly ruining, but embarrassing will do." Zixin retrieves his still- full glass and finishes it off in a few short gulps, enjoying how the warm burn of the alcohol spreads across his chest and literally melts the tension throughout his body. The prince raises the glass to Jin-ho for a refill. "What do you have in mind, my friend?"

Shesterniserdtse

Feniks Nadezhdy, Shesterniserdtse, Eastern Europe

The silence in the white marble covered office was broken with the deep inhale of a cigarette. Loosening his tie Alexi turned on the office TV with a click of a simple sleek remote. The national news blaring to life as Dimitri, Alexi’s advisor, enters the room. The glow of the television casted onto Alexi as the two reports sat behind a clean gray desk with a fake green screened city landscape in the background.

In latest news: Industry! To much of a surprise of stock market analysts the merging of the national stock markets since the birth of the nation has resulted in an unremarkable smooth transition with little to no bumps on the road of capitalism! Much of this success can be credited to Industry Cassanova, Casimir Bosnasiev. CEOs in the mining, pharmaceuticals and elecontrics markets have stated that due to Mr. Bosnasiev’s financial guidance to several well known Shesterniserdtse corporations, he has been the messiah like figure of those who send their prayers to the rolling green.” The female reporter would say in rather thick sounding, strong and proper Russian. The male reporter sitting across from her staring at his own tie every so often at what seemed like a faded water spot. Alexi chuckling at the awkward man slightly with puffs of smoke escaping his mouth and darting for the ceiling.

How are things today my friend? You seem more tired than usual.” Dimitri would ask, walking over right before the couch Alexi was lounging on, blocking half of the TV from Alexi’s sight, clutching a newspaper under his arm and a cup of coffee in his right hand in which he would offer to the Prime Minister.

Eh...I admit Dimitri I’m stressed about the nation. Sure it’s normal for a national leader to worry about his people but we are much like an infant child taking their first steps amongst the world stage filled with adults. I want these people to thrive and prosper but I’m quickly learning anything I do will piss off someone. I mean sure a few people to be angry about change is expected but after holding council with Speaker Huznmin and Deputy Minister Mutasnez any decree or bill I wish to propose seems to have some sorta negative effect.” Alexi would confess to his dear friend and political advisor, running his free hand through his hair clearly filled with anxiety as he’d hold his right hand above the glass ashtray on the office’s coffee table tapping his cigarette ash into it.

Well Alexi you can’t please everyone but if you ask me you’re doing a good job so far. I mean hell, you don’t have soldiers marching through the streets and you haven’t proposed anything to your sole benefit or that of the circle around you. I’d say you’re doing better than most. That being said I can understand your stress but we both know some of the things you’d like to propose would never get through the Federal Council. I mean redirecting funds from the military into medical research? It’s a noble thing for sure but are you trying to piss off the second most popular political party of the nation? One that mind you is entirely run by “keep the nation pure” kinda people? You’re practically asking for someone to start taking shots at you!” Dimitri would say in a compassionate yet stern tone. Placing a firm comforting hand on the shoulder of Alexi’s suit jacket.

Dimitri I understand it sounds crazy but it would benefit the majority of the nation’s citizens. We spend an outrageous amount of military funding for what? Production of swords for Officers? I mean Christ Dimitri we’re talking about a group of people that FIGHT one another for promotions! What kinda message does that send to our youth who mind you are REQUIRED to serve the military for at least two years? The indoctrination these poor kids go through has to be traumatizing. Can you imagine if you’re some college age kid wanting to have a career as a chef and you get drilled the mentality that you need to practically beat your boss in hand to hand combat for a promotion/pay raise?” Alexi would vent off in a concerned tone that could only be described much akin to a father worrying about his child.

It’s a noble cause that we can spend some time talking more in depth on later. I understand where you’re coming from trust me. But I think we need to worry about a couple of other things that we can look into while we’re still in office with the possibility of actually making change. Take a look at this.” Dimitri would say patting Alexi’s shoulder for a moment before tossing the newspaper under his arm into Alexi’s lap and starting to light up a cigarette for himself. Walking over to the window and making sure the blinds would be closed and the door to the office firmly shut.

”Natalia Gutsoviz found dead”!? The grassroots organization leader? Dimitri when the hell did this happen? We used to campaign with her at universities...” Alexi would nearly shout in a shaking complexion, rapidly flipping through the newspaper at the speed of light, his cigarette brushing against the thin paper a few times singeing it a few times.

Her body was found four days ago but she’s been dead for roughly two to three months by what the autopsy states. The report says she died of a heart attack.” Dimitri would shake his head in a mournful gesture.

Heart attack? But Natalia was completely healthy! How the hell did a 26 year old die of a heart attack and no one found her for two months in the time she died!?” Alexi would exclaim shocked and confused, placing his cigarette in the ashtray on the table holding his head with his hands.

Police are investigating but if you ask me personally you have your answer right in front of you. Natalia’s organization was big on environmental preservation and holding corporations accountable for any possible corruption or shadow deals they may try to pull behind the people’s backs.” Dimitri would accuse pointing to the TV showing a proud photo of Industry figure Casimir Bosnasiev.

Please Dimitri, a political assassination of a university grassroots leader? We don’t have time for conspiracy and even if so we couldn’t do anything even if we wanted to. This is a job for the police, not politicians.” Alexi would dismiss waving his hand, staring at the photo of his friend plastered on the newspaper in a look of remorse and grief.

Well you are right that we can’t do anything about the investigation but I would think again about your ideology pertaining to assassinations. You take a notable healthy 26 year old screaming and rallying on the steps of large corporations and you find her suddenly locked up in her apartment decaying away and no one came to check up on her in over 60 days? With how active she was? I mean look for yourself, no one on the news nor the internet is talking about it. She was only complaining about corporations and you want to piss off a Facsist military. Only reason it’s on the newspaper is because, who do you know that still reads the damn newspaper?” Dimitri would state rather sternly taking a drag off of his cigarette, pointing to the TV once more for a moment before sitting down next to his dear friend.

God...You’re right. I-...Um...O-Ok. W-Well how about other events? How fares the world?” Alexi would ask in a fearful shaking tone, his hand clasping onto his cigarette like a man about to hang at the gallows given his last smoke before the drop.

Well...Wars, famine, poverty and so forth...The normal. Good thing is Argent, the nation south of us seems not to take aggression towards the formation of our nation. Then again I can’t say I truly know how they feel about us, my only evidence that they don’t hate us is that their tanks aren’t rolling through our streets and the border guards have stated they had one occasion where they had a pleasant conversation over coffee with one of the Argent border patrol guards. Though the difference between our nation and theirs is comically different.” Dimitri would chuckle towards the end of his sentence, shaking his head much like an uncle would at some sort of family shenanigans.

I mean that’s good. At least we’re not angering anyone on a global scale. Last thing we need is a reason for those damn crazed “blood of the pure” kind in our military to drag us into a war. We’re in no position for any sort of global conflict. But what do you mean by “the difference is comical”?” Alexi would question, raising an eyebrow taking a sip from his coffee before exclaiming in yelp, burning the roof of mouth on accident.

They’re something different. Their technology looks easily 30-60 years ahead of ours. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t see us as a threat simply because to them we look like a bunch of cavemen carrying spears and clubs. I mean really Alexi the way their border guards were described they sound like soldiers outta some sort of sci-fi universe! They’re the last kinda people we wanna piss off but I’d be lying if I said they didn’t seem cool to me on a personal level.” Dimitri would express with as much emotion as a child talking about a video he recently played.

Well as much as they sound interesting, I’ll certainly heed your words as to not anger them. We’ve only just raised our banner and I don’t wish to see it burning. Plus...Like you said we have much more internal things to worry about…” Alexi would exhale with a smile that slowly faded as his eyes rested on the newspaper before him.

Argent, Sheng China, Tam Amisgal, and Greater polaris

Vornej

United Gulf Sheikdoms Celebrate National Day

On this day on april 9th 1989, the 12 sheikdoms that form the country united to form the United Gulf Sheikdoms. The area was originally part of the Ottoman Empire then became a French protectorate in the 20th century and was a patchwork of sheikdoms with the most important being Doha and Manama as well as 10 other on the arabian peninsula. In 1971, they gained independance seperately from france and most of them quickly became rich thanks to their oill reserves. By 1989, pan arabism was rising in the Sheikdoms and the Emir of what was now Qatar, Hamad bin Khalifa Al Thani, had a vision of uniting the sheikdoms and managed to do so after negotiations. He is now regarded as the founding father of the country. Today also marks another important date. Last year, at the same date, the current ruler shocked the country by winning a lawsuit against the government preventing it to elect a new dynasty to rule the country and becoming the first female reigning monarch in the country, which greatly empowered women and sent shockwaves through the arab world. Aisha Al Thani now rules the country hoping to improve the lives of her people. While the country is rich, its economy is mostly reliant on Oil and Natural Gas exports. To celebrate, a large military parade was held in Doha followed by shows and massive fireworks.

Trans-amur

Sheng China wrote:(Im so sorry for being so late, i've been so very blah and bleh lately and struggling to get along.)

(Also I apologize for accidentally suppressing the post. Total slip! Im so sorry!)

Relieved to hear that the Ambassador has survived his harrowing ordeal with only a few injuries, Beiping jubilantly welcomes Valinkov to the city. The festivities that had been put on hold at the disappearance of the Ambassador now roll out in full force. Vendors and performers peddle their craft. Banners and flags fly high and proudly. The people of Beiping danced and mingled in the streets enjoying the festivities and celebration.

Ambassador Vadinkov is met by Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs, Cao Shicai, and a troupe of Imperial Guards flying the Imperial standard and the flag of Trans-Amur. Upon meeting the Ambassador, Minister Cao bows his head in respect which is simulatenously followed by a salute from the Imperial Guards.

Raising his head, Minister Cao addresses Vadinkov, "Your Excellency, I welcome you to Sheng China and the proud city of Beiping. I and the city itself are relieved and over-joyed to see you safe and in one piece."

Minister Cao turns to gesture between the parallel standing lines of Imperial Guards flanking a blue carpet. At the end of the standing rows of guards is a waiting limousine. "If you would follow me, I will escort you to the Audience Hall at the Beiping Palace. Grand Prince Sheng Wei awaits us there. He sends his apologies for not meeting you himself, but he is feeling unwell and exposure to the cold air will only exasperate it."

The Minister then descends down the carpet toward the car with the Ambassador. On arrival the doors are opened the the Minister gestures for the Ambassador to and his entourage to enter the spacious suv limousine. Once all are inside the vehicle pulls away and begins driving toward Beiping Palace to meet with Grand Prince Wei.

"I will of course hold my questions about your terrible ordeal until we meet with the Prince so that he may also hear it. All I ask though is that you will allow us to escort you and your entourage back to Trans-Amur when our summit is complete; so that we may assure your safety." The Minister earnestly asks him while opening the small bar that the cabin had; revealing the small cache of bottles of various spirits. "Would your Excellency care for anything? I hear that a common drink in the north is Vodka and Tarasun. I even acquired Sbiten if you wish something non-alcholic." He gestured to the Ambassador's advisor and bodyguards offering the same.

"Also, please feel free to ask me anything on the way to the palace." Minister Cao mentions as the limousine enters the city proper and begins heading down the main boulevard where the gate to the palace proudly stands tall.

The ambassador exited the plane smiling and waving. Upon meeting Minister Cao he too bowed in respect before shaking his hand rather enthusiastically and also rather tightly without knowing it. When he realized just how tight his grip was he instantly let go and apologized for his mistake.

"Haha. Sorry about that Minister Cao I did not mean to hurt your hand."

After hearing the concern from Minister Cao the Ambassador laughs and smiles. Finding the whole ordeal to be a rather fun affair. He takes a shot of vodka after getting in the vehicle. The bodyguards decline the offer.

"This whole ordeal has been the most fun I've had all my life, I almost want it to happen again. Alas though, I understand your concern for me but I believe the escort won't be necessary. The Republic has deployed it's most elite forces to clear the areas of.. Troublesome fauna. I do hope these talks prove more fruitful though than my trip, though I suspect things might be harder than I'd like to think."

He takes another shot as he looks out the windows at the festivities.

"It's nice and peaceful, the air is fresh and the people are happy. Not like home. Home is hard, people are harder and life is somewhat tough but it is the life we make do with." He laughs abit before smiling and turning to the Minister. "How are things with you? My good Sir."

Sheng China and Greater polaris

The Confederate Empire of Sheng China

Trans-amur wrote:The ambassador exited the plane smiling and waving. Upon meeting Minister Cao he too bowed in respect before shaking his hand rather enthusiastically and also rather tightly without knowing it. When he realized just how tight his grip was he instantly let go and apologized for his mistake.

"Haha. Sorry about that Minister Cao I did not mean to hurt your hand."

After hearing the concern from Minister Cao the Ambassador laughs and smiles. Finding the whole ordeal to be a rather fun affair. He takes a shot of vodka after getting in the vehicle. The bodyguards decline the offer.

"This whole ordeal has been the most fun I've had all my life, I almost want it to happen again. Alas though, I understand your concern for me but I believe the escort won't be necessary. The Republic has deployed it's most elite forces to clear the areas of.. Troublesome fauna. I do hope these talks prove more fruitful though than my trip, though I suspect things might be harder than I'd like to think."

He takes another shot as he looks out the windows at the festivities.

"It's nice and peaceful, the air is fresh and the people are happy. Not like home. Home is hard, people are harder and life is somewhat tough but it is the life we make do with." He laughs abit before smiling and turning to the Minister. "How are things with you? My good Sir."

(im sorry for the length again XD)

Retrieving his hand from the ambassador, Minister Cao held it limply in front of him with a joking smile, "A strong grip from a strong man! It makes me wish for the days of my youth when I was not so skin and bones."

As Vadinkov told his story and enjoyed some vodka, the Minister too enjoyed a few shots of liquor from the bar as he listened; preferring the traditional Baijiu liquor from the bar. He gave a hardy chuckle when the tough Russian had mentioned enjoying the whole affair actually.

The Minister looks out the window at the city streets of Beiping that is full of people enjoying the festivities made for this summit. "It is nice and peaceful now, but this city knows too the hardships of difficult life. A mere decade ago this city was largely empty and half in ruined because of the wars with Choson. Today it is alive and vibrant because of hope and hard work. No small part being played by the Crown Prince himself."

He let's out a heavy sigh as his memories play back scenes of warfare and suffering people. Shaking his head and taking a shot of the Baijiu to clear his mind he continues, "That is why we thought it best that Beiping be the place for our summit. This city and its people can relate to the hardships you face. Together we can form a bond to make each others lives stronger and more prosperous."

"With me you ask? Oh, the sands of time keep ticking by as the joints stiffen and the grey hairs grow." He lets out a hardy chuckle while stroking his largely white beard that has only the stray few black hairs remaining. "But I do so enjoy coming out of my office to personally conduct some good diplomacy!"

They finally arrive to the imposing front gates of the Palace. The walls and gate house tower nearly a hundred feet above them with the archers towers flanking the gate house rising another 50 feet on top of them. They pass through the gate house and out the other side into a large and spacious courtyard of cobblestone.

The entourage pulls up before a short marble staircase that leads to another, albeit much smaller gate in a much shorter ring wall. Minister Cao leads Ambassador and his men out of car and begins walking up the stairs. "This is Beiping palace complex. It was once the mightiest fortress in north China. It has been retrofitted as a civil palace since then. The outer walls and gate were kept for posterity."

Passing through the smaller, but intricately designed gate, they enter yet another cobblestone courtyard. Dominating the courtyard is a double-eaved white and red hall sat on a marble platform. Flanking the walkway to the hall are Imperial Guards with Imperial Standards and the standard of the Trans-Amur Republic. After crossing the courtyard between the stone like guards and climbing the two sets of staircases, they enter the hall.

The floor is polished marble which reflects the red columns and red rafters. Standing at the center of the room, just in front of the platform where a throne sits, is Grand Prince Wei speaking to some of his ministers. His long black hair is largely down with only enough tied up to hold his gold princely crown in place. He excuses himself from his ministers when he spots Minister Cao and Ambassador Vadinkov.

Walking toward the men, the light of the day time sun makes the golden feathers, that cover the shoulders of his outer robe, glisten.

"Ambassador Vadinkov, a pleasure and honor to meet you in person." The Grand Prince says with a warm and happy smile before bowing his head with his hands folded together and outstretched in front of him. Minister Cao immediately bows his head lowly and salutes the Grand Prince with his own hands folded and outstretched above his bowed head.

"I hope your flight here was far easier than your first?" The prince asks raising his head and then bowing to the Minister. Wei then gestures for them to follow him.

He leads them past the throne and through the hall. They exit the hall into the daylight again where they find a covered bridge that leads to a 3 story triple-eaved palace surrounded by a large moat of water. After crossing the bridge and entering the palace they finally reach another bridge that leads out to a pavilion that sits on the small man made lake which feeds the moat around the palace proper. The lake is in the palace's park where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom and the air is full of their sweet scent.

Sitting at the table and chairs provided at the pavillion, the Prince lets out a sigh, "Ah, finally." He chuckles, "That feels longer everyday as I get older. I think I am feeling Minister Cao's pain."

The Minister chuckles too, "You have not yet begun to feel the pains of age, your highness!"

Letting out a few laughs, Wei returns his attention to Vadinkov, "Ambassador, welcome to my home. I have to say, you have seen so much of my city and my palace. Sadly, I know very little of your country. Please, tell me about Vladivostok. Tell me about Trans-Amur." He cheerily asks while servants arrive to provide various drinks, teas, and small appetizers of dumplings, spring and egg rolls, wontons, and more.

The Republic of Roman Hibernia

Turokhan wrote:As Chris approaches Lekkas, he would find that the older man was writing enthusiastically in his notebook. Outside of Roman Hibernia's bubble, the world really had little left in the way of information on their ancient predecessor. Snippets of information from the ancient writers that have been compiled to make a best guess of what went on. So with the chance to record how Roman senatorial procedure actually functioned made readily available in front of him, Lekkas needed to take the chance to write on it.

Lekkas furiously finished his thought before he looked up at Chris, "Bored? Ha! No, your excellency. Quite fascinated I assure you." He shows off the pages of notes he took during the senate session. "I am going to make so many of my friends and colleagues jealous with this."

With a chuckles and happy smile he happily closes the notebook and ties its connected strap to keep it closed, "I'm sure I will eventually, but at the moment my head is abuze. I will review my notes and likely bother you with some questions again later."

Leaning back into his chair from where he had been sitting on the edge since the beginning of the session, Lekkas stretches with some audible pops coming from his joints. A happy smile stretches across his face. "To think, progress is coming."

He pulls himself to his feat with some help from his walking cane to balance. Lekkas stretches his hand out to Chris, "Thank you, Proconsul! You've done so much for us just by agreeing to see me, much less all of this." He gestures to the once filled chamber. "Progress is finally coming to Turokhan. Thanks to you, sir. We are indebted to you."

“Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. We don’t usually get to see this enthusiasm on a day to day basis.” Chris stands and accepts Lekkas’ offered hand. “But there is truly no need for such thanks. This is an honor and a privilege for my nation.” 

Chris leads Lekkas out of the Curia into the sun filled forum. The recently dismissed senators are walking about chatting with each other. Friends and family are enjoying the day as they patronize the local food vendors that set up shop in the forum.

“You know, there are plenty more sites and buildings that you can visit if you want the full Roman Hibernian experience.” Chris says before listing the various places that Lekkas had yet to see. “Also, as a personal gift from me to you.” Chris waves over one of his secretaries that is never too far behind; despite Chris’ best efforts to lose them from time to time for a little air. The secretary approaches with a wrapped box. Handing the box to Lekkas, Chris continues, “It is a high quality digital camera. To store some mementos from your time here.”

“Now where was I? Oh, have you ever heard of a ‘Giant’s Causeway’?” He returns to listing the fantastic sites to be seen across the Isles.

In the following weeks, ports around Roman Hibernia are a buzz with new activity as cargo ships bound for Turokhan are loaded with various construction materials. Meanwhile Roman Hibernian engineers are being recruited and prepared for their flight to Turokhan with the hope of suitable landing strips.

Many senators are still rumbling along with some conservative members of society, but the move to aid Turokhan is supported too widely in the polls. Although “what are we getting ourselves into” is still on many people's minds. More so especially if they happen to have seen Lekkas bouncing around the city and countryside with his new digital camera after his visa was extended. 

Conversely Lekkas has been very popular with the younger generation, rising to the level of a meme on social media as ‘Take my picture with it, guy.” #TakeMyPictureWithIt has been consistently trending due to the frequent sightings of and selfies with the enthusiastic aging tourist often quoted as saying the phrase “Take my picture with it!” over even the most mundane sights around the country.

Florentinz

Firenze, Florentinz

Argent wrote:-snip-

Queen Alexandria strokes the long red cape hung from her back, staring from the balcony of her manor across the sun-baked city streets. By midday, the sun beat down relentlessly on the Italian peninsula at a smoldering 29°C. Despite this, a cool breeze, picked up from the Arno canal that beautifully swims through the city, breezes across her face— whisping strands of untucked brown hair from under the Florentine crown.

“Your Majesty,” the old, yet soft voice of Verecondo Carone comes from the open doors of the cartography room just behind her. She turns, breaking her passionate glare across the city:
“Mister Carone.” she replies shortly, acknowledging the scheming master of Florentine’s intelligence agency.
“A beautiful day, is it not?” he notes.
“Quite. The weather is nice— Summer is approaching.”
“We still have to get through the Spring.”
“Ah, but there is no Spring in Italia. There is either bitter cold or boiling heat.” she says with a half-hearted laugh, still somewhat breaking out of her earlier trance.
“That there is not, La Duce.”
“What brings you here?”
“I come with news.”
“As I would imagine, that is your job as I remember.”

Verecondo takes a few steps forward, handing the Queen an envelope. While modern technology was in public and private hands across the nation, Florentinz would never lose its flair of traditions from its classical past. Her eyes glance over the letter’s contents, before returning her gaze to Verecondo’s spider like face:

“There is someone to see me?”
“A foreign dignitary. Dythia Ylad of Argent.”
“Dythia… The Emperor’s sister, no?”
“I believe you two have met before.” he says, now placing his hands on the balcony himself and glancing over the mesmerizing scenery of urban Florence; the sun painting the streets, clad with the Italian tricolour, in a golden bath.
“We have, in Veince. Perhaps... a year ago? She spins webs, like you… Except she’s much better at it—” she adds with playful sas, turning to him with a bitten tongue.
“Perhaps so,” he laughs, “it truly takes a master of intrigue to be the Imperatrix of Argent.”

A brief moment of silence ensues, a dark feeling grows between them as the words leave his mouth. They both knew the dangers of their Imperial neighbour, and despite the relative neutrality of the Florentine-Argent relations, Dythia Ylad arriving for diplomatic purposes was something to tie a knot in anyone’s stomach— friend or hardened foe.

“Bring her to me then.” she says finally; Nodding in confidence.
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“Offer her the best amenities. We want to make good, honest impressions for our guest.”

A letter, sealed with the stamps of both the Royal Assembly and the House of Acordolo

TO:
The Diplomatic Office of the Royal Imperial Guard of Greater polaris

Her Most Serene Majesty, La Duce Alexandria Acordolo, understands the Imperial Guard's disquietudes in concern of the social stability of Greater Polaris.

The Royal Assembly, each of accounted, agree in absolute confidence: Emperor Jeremiah the Fifth and his Imperial House along with his unrecounted base of support, including private citizens, the Imperial Guard, and organized/unorganized Loyalist militias, are the unquestioned, legitimate rulers of Polaris.

In accordance with the wishes of Her Majesty the Queen, we hereby offer you our collaboration in counter-intelligence and clandestine operations against those wishing to upset the balance of power in the Polarian state; via the tools and tactics of the MdV (Ministero della Verità).

It has been made clear by all members of the Royal Assembly that safeguarding the Polarian regime and Royal Family is of the utmost importance. Please forward further inquiries directly to the house of Queen Alexandria Acordolo, and Verecondo Carone of the MdV.

Regards,
Her Most Serene Majesty of the Florentine, Greater Italian, and Aegyptus realms, La Duce Alexandria Acordolo.

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