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Post by Greater autenheim suppressed by The largely superior force pulls their Kommandant forward. He pulls his microphone and begins to speak calmly. "Do not do anything irrational or stupid. Hand over the hostage and the remainder of your men can poll back to |
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Then multiple bombs went off around the Auteheim forces and man climb out of the bushes saying "For the glory of |
Post by Greater autenheim suppressed by Fueher Ubel has become frustratingly fed up. 3 infantry division compromising of 45,000 infantrymen, 9 armor companies, and 3 artillery batteries are moved towards to relieve the three brigades. A small squadron of jet fighters is sent with them to support the 3 divisions. If |
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Joseph gets into a limo and quickly drives to the capital of Omniville. "It just had to be ultranationalist and at this time during peace talks. "It had to be ultranationalist at this time. "I will not allow another potential war." He thinks to himself. 1 hour later, he is in the Presidential Palace and the podium is ready for him. He already written a speech before he had even got into the limo. He walks onto the podium, and when the camera starts rolling begins. "Good afternoon my fellow people. "You may have heard that a group of armed radicals are trying to invade a part of country in the name of "The Federal Republic of He steps off the podium and heads back for the limo, It is going to be a long day he thinks to himself. |
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Suddenly a loud bang is heard then only to be followed by the sound of screams. A man is holding a gun with it's barrel smoking, a hostage is on the floor whimpering in pain. His leg was shot. "Do you want this to happen with all them in the for head." Says the man with the gun." |
Post by Greater autenheim suppressed by The large force has moved in on the village. Every barrel is pointing towards the ultranationalists. "It is in your best interest that you leave our nation. It is no home for you" the Kommandant states. "We have a force 5 times yours, the support of this area, Astana-Anders, and the folks whom you have taken. No one is seeking this conflict but you. Leave this place or your blood shall stain it's ground and be forgotten." |
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B. Vega: "I think you are confused. What the Council's said was not simply a request to change but simply a statement." The Synthetic stands and looks at them through its glowing orange optics. "North Electrica will pull out all forces from the borders once the nations of |
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The leader then realizes that all hope is lost. If he is to preserved the ultranationalist movement, he must lose this battle. He lowers his microphone and raises his hands and drops to the ground. "We surrender." He says dejectedly. "Though we will rise again and next time we will seize this entire Imperial State." Then all of his comrades do the same but then start singing the Astana-Anders national anthem. |
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OOC: Posts related to the ultranationalist attacks on Greater Autenheim have been decanonised at the request of one of the parties involved, hence the suppressed posts. This is a management decision, and we hope that no personal offence is taken. Lake perseverance, North Electrica, United brennia, and Greater autenheim |
The Empress smiled and nodded. "If an allergy hampers you, then perhaps the Qingyue Palace (清月宫) would do well. Its beauty is no less astounding...." She beckoned with a graceful hand. "Let us be off then. I guarantee once more that you shall not regret your time in one of our famed banquets. In the mean time, would a tour of the Palace and Taijing strike your fancy?" **** By Imperial Decree |
The Astana-Anders Celebration Festival of Colors: Part I The weather is cloudy out with leaves falling on the ground and buildings far as the eye can see. People are walking up and down the street in a hurry. On the main road cutting through the bustling metropolis of buildings has been closed off for over a week. It is the talk of the town for a very good reason. Tomorrow marks the 800th anniversary of the Astana-Anders Revolution which overthrew the monarchy and replaced with a liberal, federal republic and a society based around the idea of equality and progress. This is a momentous occasion in the nation's history. Over 800 years of democratic rule and still going strong. Most people in the nation are even more cheerful than usual. This is actually a common occurrence for the weeks leading up to and the day of a special event. The main road of Omniville is packed with organizers and military man who are wearing there special union colored camouflage purple which is only worn on the week of special days. Camera crew members and reporters are lining the streets talking about all the preparations of the event. Everything is so exciting. And the best part of all is when the day actually comes there's going to be a parade with men of uniform marching and with floats celebrating its country's proud history and at 10:00 p.m. exactly the Lord President of Astana-Anders is going to give a speech detailing the greatness of their nation. Of unity, of liberty, of progress, of humility, of dignity, of humanity, and most importantly of equality. The speech will be broadcasted live throughout not just the entire country but also Northern Utopia. As for right now, the clocks keep ticking until it is time for the Celebration Festival of Colors a time of great national pride for all who witness it. |
Taeyong's coughing hard. The people next to him, Elena and Giselle, stop walking, looking at him with concern. After a beat, Nikolai rushes over to help, giving his inhaler to Taeyong. His athletic bag is on the floor, a shirt sleeve falling out of the open zipper. He refuses, instead waiting until his bout lifts. "Absolutely breathtaking. Not in a good way. I have asthma." Taeyong looks over to Giselle and Elena, who are both chuckling. They look over to the scene - or rather, men, that sent Taeyong's lungs to hell. "Oh." Nikolai whispers, clearly blinking back his urge to glare. Across the street, hundreds of men dressed in suits of varying colors waited for the pedestrian light to turn. They looked as though they were disarmed, but with the LP, no one truly knew. 'Not the fascists,' Taeyong thought. Behind him, chatter from the people behind them - the rest of NECTAR, Las Lunitas, DNA, and their staff wonder what the holdup is. Their questions are answered; everyone can't miss the massive gathering of fascist militants as they cross to Avenida Allende instead of their Avenida Orquídea. Some of the men take notice of the group waiting for them to cross over, and jeer. Taeyong moves to jeer, and some of the other talents do too. They're restrained by the staff or their groupmates, sometimes both, but it certainly didn't hurt to try. Nikolai leans over to Taeyong, whispering in Goryo - "Taeyongie, none of us have guns, and it's like, 5 to 1 without." "I know. I just hate fascists." "Can't argue with that." Taeyong ses the light turn red, as the pedestrian light turns to allow the talents access to the other side. A chaotic mass of people cross to Avenida Allende, turning away from the direction the fascists went. Taeyong could hear rumbles of frustration, over how the Liga Patriotica ruins everything yet again. He sees Nikolai talking to Elena; something about how to counter fascists. Taeyong wonders if he should interrupt their conversation. He doesn't, in the end. If they wanted him, they would have asked him to join in. They continue walking to the National Stadium - the Talent Athletic Championship is being held today. The massive building reminds Taeyong of... hm. He can't put his hands on it, but it was something relating to math. Nikolai must be struggling to look at it. Sun's out, and its light is reflecting harshly against the metal. It's blinding, and if he looked at it with glasses, it would probably blind him. He looks to his right. Nikolai's looking down, his hand obscuring his right eye. At least the shade from the canopy above gives them protection from the bright sun. Taeyong's not sure whether or not this will go well for him. Everyone's in a sour mood thanks to the LP raining on their procession. While some may use this to their advantage, Taeyong really couldn't. Maybe it's just him, but his emotions interfere with the way he performs in sports. Maybe it's for the best? He's not really a psychologist. The procession turns right, to see the doors to the stadium open to allow the talents and the staff in. He enters the building first - a virtue of being the first in line. There's a bit of a holdup, and he has to wait for everyone else to get into the lobby. Inside, he could see a few sofas with glass coffee tables. There's a receptionist's desk that's being mobbed by their managers. Meanwhile, the assorted members of Estella's delegation are milling about, waiting to be checked in. Nikolai and Elena are sitting next to Heejin from Las Lunitas and the other Nikolai, Nikolai Larionovich from DNA. "No doubt they're talking about the strike." Taeyong mutters to himself. He sits down on the floor and opens his athletic bag. All of his archery equipment is intact, it looks like. He'll have a chance to practice before the real thing. Taeyong steadies himself, feeling a bit of vertigo. Breathe in, breathe out, he reminds himself. Archery wasn't his preferred style of shooting. He much prefers the cold metal of a gun than the strange bows that he's participating with. What can he do, though? Not like guns were allowed in general; if Nikolai, perhaps the most morally upright out of all of them, was slapped down for pointing out a fact on Tweeter, that hellsite, he would be killed for having a gun. "Taeyong, we're going." Asto prods his shoulder. Nodding, Taeyong zips his athletic bag and runs to catch up with the rest of the delegation. Two exhausting days were lined up for him and everyone. For someone who usually takes things in stride, Taeyong is fearful of the future. Fascists are running rampant, the elections are going to be a nightmare, and most of all, the headphones he ordered are actively hurting his ears and he doesn't know how to fix that. It will get better one day. It will get better. |
"I do assume it is a superior other option, I state." addressed Liang, trailed by a grin of his. "I couldn't imagine anything better than to join the celebration as I said previously, finding a lone ranger is unquestionably another thing to me and I am energized for it." he added later. He was most likely hanging tight for the Spring Ball, it was such an astonishing function he never been. He was unable to try and envision the number of shadings he will see in the gathering, and how entrancing it would be. "Goodness, that is a splendid thought your highness. I generally pondered Taijing, and obviously the royal residence also." he replied after the Empress' offer being heard. He fixed his apparel, and he was a great idea to go. |
Quziq City news Our top story today: The nation prepares for the Kuzikstanian election. Many do not like the brotherly vote system. Since 1965 quziqian's and kuzikstanian's have been able to vote in each others elections. This system was created by the Unified Kuzia Party. Their reason for this was that the two nations were in such good relations and were very similar culturally. They thought that the people should be able to effect this very special relationship by having the ability to vote in their counterparts elections. The proposal was met with overwhelming acceptance by the politicians of both countries. The new ability to vote was also happily accepted by the civilians and it generated a lot of voting activity. The relations were staying in place or even improving after this decision. But more recent polls have shown that people are not so happy with the system anymore. Some think it overwhelms the already exhausted election system with extra elections and vote counting. Opponents of the unified Kuzia idea also say that the system promotes unionism between the two nations. Activity in the elections have been going down in both countries and people simply don't see it as a useful system to keep the relations in check and a waste of money and resources since the relations are so strong already. The system still has supporters especially in the father of the system: The unified Kuzia party. Altough losing a lot of voters every passing election and seen as outdated and not effective they still stand behind their brainchild. Sizar Gulutobo, a MP for The unified Kuzia party said in a interview to Quzqi city news: "It is a great system that keeps our people and nations close together and allows the people to increase the effect of their opinions and ideas." Many have proposed the abolishment of the system entirely. The upcoming presidential election of United Kuzikstan (scheduled to be held in December) will likely decide the future of the brotherly vote system. |
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Joseph walks onto a helicopter on his front lawn. He takes a deep breath and hops on in. He is heading for |
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