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Astana-Anders wrote:

Everything is all going to plan. The invasion is just a smokescreen for something that is even worse. The plan wasn't to invade Greater autenheim at all, they plan was to actually use the planes to gas Joseph's wife, Joseph's child, the parliament, and the courts and effectively kill any chance that Astana-Anders can have a government-in-exile.

The invasion is halted and planes fly overhead the port, which are easily picked off by AA batteries on the coastal defense. The forces on the port stand guard with their NBC suits on, manning cannons, AA batteries, and coastal defense guns. Meanwhile in Ottograd, citizens are practicing air raid alarms. Hans writes a letter to another possible support.

From the Desk of Grand General Hans Håkon of the Grand Republic of Autenheim

To the United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor-Kjanu

In these trying times, we are in need of support from foreign powers against the belligerence of Astana-Anders. We have watched your great kingdom and revel at your might as well as your rich culture, which is, in some areas, similar to our own. Therefore, in order to formalize support, would like to strengthen our relations diplomatically and economically. If this is accepted, we would like to meet with an available ambassador to establish an embassy and request your support not through men, but through equipment and naval boats. We would highly appreciate if you considered this and are willing to repay any debts at the end of this conflict.

Respectfully, Grand General Hans Håkon of the Grand Republic of Autenheim

Hans looked up as his postman set a flat wrapped box on his desk, leaving. Hans grabbed the box, opening it and pulling out a finely wrapped vinyl. He looked from it's place of address, the Neyde spears kingdom. He smiled contently and opened a record player, setting the vinyl on it and setting it to play. He sat, wondering what glorious record they had sent him. Their national anthem? A collection of beautiful orchestral music? Perhaps the voices of the greatest singers in Neyde Spears Kingdom?

And he heard bells. Interesting. He listened as a woman's voice entered, and as the song progressed, he had clearer idea. He went and locked his door and replayed the vinyl, this was the hardest Hans had bopped to a song so fire in so long. Bless the Neyde Spears Kingdom.

Somewhere within the Meridian commonwealth...
Masked by sand, an entrance buried, a facility to hide away the unexplained and prod it into compliance.
Sweeping winds crossed the still warm sands, the chilling night held its domain as the synthetic oversized dolphinesque vessel silently drifted above the dunes.
It arrived above the concealed entrance and split open to disgorge its occupant, the inhuman figure sunk quickly into the sand...

The interior of the anomalous facility was a dark hard metal, a light blue tint to its reinforced walls as scrolling holographic colourful projections kept inane messages involving synthetic cats and keeping secrets, thousands of nanoscale cameras watched every crevasse as the intelligence kept to its usual business.
Boredom was her friend, the day to day monotony had little lax spots form in the routine, a small bump here and there was nothing to be concerned with.

Gentle hands felt forwards through the thick consuming sand, a delicate touch brushed against the edge of the facility, they swam a little closer, planted a hardy hand against the wall and with all their strength pulled the plate ever so slightly free.
It was all the infiltrator needed, her body formed into a hazy mottled fluid and seeping through the tiny crack to drip little by little into the facility... an agonizing hour to reform within the narrow spaced armour.
A hinge in the door gave them enough space to trickle outwards and trail down the cold metal walls, sensors within the walls skipped over by the barest micron, her colour and hue invisible to the plethora of cameras.
Eventually, the mess pooled together and formed into the vaguely humanoid shape, faux femininity a product of the creators internal desires as her equipment dripped in behind her.

With a lightweight mottled pistol and a heavy spike, she began to silently drift through the corridors of the base... the pre-planned route threaded her narrowly passed the commonwealth guards and active AO personnel, her body invisible to most electronic sensors by way of invisible aide within the spike.
Deeper and deeper the hallways ran, sealed doors marked with increasingly ominous titles and creative hazard placards before she stopped, her prize laid upon the other side of a heavy plastanium door and through a million redundant sensors.
A small gap in the patrols allowed her just enough time to ram the heavy spike into the doors panel, a short series of sparks shot forth before two figures flickered into existence, manifested as two teenaged girls, one with her hair slung to the side and dressed in heavy leathers, while the other possessed little more than a simple pale gown.
"So you're sure about this?" the rough Elise spoke as her projected avatar nervously glanced down the oppressive dark blue corridors, "How do you plan on getting it out?"
Eveline held out her hand, the shimmering visage of the Utopian Star sat in a compressed form before her, "It is foretold..." was her short reply.
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Over a hundred million miles away the fusion furnace that anchored the utopian system stirred in earnest, its turbulent tides forming sharp flares that rolled across its immense energetic form, a giant plume of coronal plasma coiled and spat out through the immense energies, masked within the coronal ejection as it swung sharply out besides the star was a long trail, an energetic purple sphere that trailed a tail a million miles long as it headed towards utopia.
Hidden by the mass of cosmic energy and plasma before it sharply dived down through the atmosphere and towards the Glestonorph continent.

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Elise shrugged, "Alright, your call..." before she pointed to the angel infiltrator and playfully instructed her to, "Make some noise!"
With a short wind up and a heavy kick, the plastanium bulkhead door was shunted backwards where it contorted and collapsed inwards, alarms blared as the bulkheads shuttered down through the corridors as the three figures entered the sealed room.
Clocks, Clocks of all shapes and sizes, sat on a myriad tables that dotted the room at calculated distances, the incessant mechanical clicking caused much consternation for Eveline as she slowly approached the transparent case in the centre of the strange display.
The infiltrator stepped with Eveline and mirrored her motions, her hands formed into a series of sharp needlelike points as it carved away the protective case, unveiling the small jewel beneath.
Delicately she plucked it from its mount, her hand covered and consumed the stone as heavy footsteps began to echo down the corridor, "Well I hope you've got your..." Elise started, before the ceiling exploded.

It had crashed into existence above the facility, the purple-clad sleek warship, a perversion of kaldassari designs with notable sharp angular mounts, heavy anti-matter stream fired downwards to dissolve the sands away as distant interceptors began to take flight.
The spike in the wall disintegrated into nothing, the holograms vanished, the infiltrator sprouted wide wings and lept up through the colossal hole where she crashed into the side of the unknown vessel where she disappeared into the vessel as its metal rippled.
A purple field coalesced about the ship as gunfire poured up from below, the brilliant haze formed a coherent whole as in an instant it shot forth at unfathomable speeds towards the horizon.
The solar flare kept it concealed from electronic observation, little more than a dull flare in a field of flames, but people saw the purple comet shoot northwest along the equator, where it arrived above the mysterious island, the vessel turned upwards and slowly sank into the artificial chicane.

Some days later, a few concerned citizens upon a small research vessel approached the island...
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OOC: Hi again, I got a few responses and I'm very happy about it, I hope all interested parties can send me times they'd be available! (In UTC preferably so I don't have to do math)

As Chancellor Hayoto Dai no Shun looks out his balcony for one last time. The election results are in, his Conservatives People's Union has now been voted out after 20 years of party rule. The New Progressive Assembly of Japan has one not just the Parliamentary Diet and the Parliamentary Assembly, but has also won the office of Chancellor in this election.

Hayoto: "I have lost. I do not know where my country will end up, but it might not to be for the greater good."

Then out of nowhere appears his successor out of the doorway. His name is Augustus Sayama, his parents were both foreign born while he was born here. He walks up to Hayoto and puts his hand on his shoulder.

Augustus: "Hey, you put up a good fight. I hope we can be friends in the future."

Augustus stretches out his hand. Hayoto looks at him and walks away.

Hayoto: "I don't need pity, I now who to go out like the samurai's like old."

Augustus: "You were like this all the way through the election cycle. Why do you hate me so much?"

Hayoto: "I lost to someone who is not even 13% Japanese."

Hayoto walks to the elevator, he has to leave today to make way for the new Chancellor. Before he pushes the button to open the doors, he turns to him.

Hayoto: "Good luck, Mr. Sayama or should I say 'Mr. Chancellor?'

He then leaves, this will be the last time he steps foot into the Executive Mansion. Augustus looks out the balcony. He gets a cup and a bottle of brandy, pours it in there and drinks it. The first thing on his agenda, purging the government of corrupt politicians which grew in Hayoto's watch and then....Astana-Anders.

United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor wrote:

State of Miotia-Candor, 800m below Edokyuuria, Miostation ruins, June 8th, 2020
The sound of birds and running water could be heard.
Kana opens her eyes, the bright light of the sun shines directly onto her, forcing her to block it with her hand.
A clear blue sky could be seen. Looking at her surroundings, this was no longer the dark and underground space she remembered.
Collapsed cave ceilings and vegetation-covered terrain. Ruins of modern apartments covered in plantations could be seen below the holes where the sun shines down.
Those must’ve fallen here with parts of the surface.
Looking to her right, Mashiro was still laying there, unconscious.
Turning around, the ATHENA system’s core structure could be seen inactive. Most of the structure is still intact but covered in strange plantations.
Kana returns her focus to Mashiro, and pokes her until she wakes.
“Huh…? Let me sleep for another 5 minutes.”
Reminding her of her younger self. Kana rolls Mashrio’s face in the dirt.
“Goddamnit.”
Mashiro muttered, as she got up and wiped all the dirt away from her face.
She then takes a look around, unable to recognize the alien terrain.
“Are we dead?”
She asked based on her conclusion.

“I see.”
Kana replied to Mashiro after hearing her explanation of not seeing her after all these years.
“I’m sorry”
Mashiro apologized.
The two sat there enjoying the beautiful scenery.
“I wonder where the others are.”
Kana said as she stood up, searching for signs of human life.
“I truly do wonder how much the terrain changed… “
Mashiro muttered, knowing that there will be conferences about the disaster.
“You’re going to continue your political career, Mashiro?”
“I have something I want to change about this place.”
“That’s unlike you, having a proper goal for your administration.”
Kana jokes.
When the sound of a helicopter could be heard. The two immediately looked up, it was URN Hakuhou’s medical transport helicopter.
“I guess we’re not dead after all.”
Mashiro said and smiled at Kana.

BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_fw2mie0Z8
Epilogue: United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor, Edokyuuria Arcology, Kana’s journalist office, September 29th 2020
Months have passed since the event known as the Northern Wasaru Greatquake. In truth, it was a name used by the SSS to cover up the near Miraculum Resonance event.
Major cities have been destroyed during the disaster, with the current population of Miotia-Candor mainland dropping from 186 million to 148 million.
Mashiro was reelected after she ordered the Candorian Imperial association to declassify the event that purged the Omikane clan back in the 80s. The late Imperatrix Kurumi was directly linked to the event, the decision of the reconstruction of the imperial palace has been put to a halt. Additionally, a memorial for the victim of the tragedy has been put at the city square of Omikane. The URN forces have withdrawn from Frontera after met with constant protest from all sides.
“Hey Kana, come to have a look at this on the TV.”
Blancy called from the kitchen.
“What is it? Blancy?”
Kana walked out of the toilet and asked while brushing her teeth.

Princess Eudokia has been using a false name in the Academy city as the Student Council Sanctum’s president, today she has shown herself in the public.
The 2nd princess Eudokia has announced her wish to delay her ascension to the throne until she graduates from Minervaindexca. Though she has no intention of ruling from the throne.
As many of the United Kingdom’s critical laws require the monarch to function, Grand Chancellor Mashiro has stated that there will be reform on the legislation system just as her highness wished.

“Well, this country just gets crazier every day.”
Blancy commented, comparing Miotia-Candor to Serpenteum.
“Indeed…anyway, I need to head out soon.”
Changing the topic immediately.

“Well, aren’t you a little late?”
Shinozaki in her car waiting for Kana asked her who just rushed down from the office apartment.
“Sorry about that.”
Kana apologies.
“Well, Mashiro is waiting for us.”
Marissa said as she lowered the back window.
Lionheart and Sutsushi could be seen playing mobile games in the car.
“Thanks”
She said quietly.

Epilogue: United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor, Omikane, Rehabilitation Facility, September 29th 2020
“Here he is.”
The guards opened the door to Itashikir’s room for Opere.
From inside the cell, a vast never-ending wheatfield could be seen from all sides of his window.
“It certainly does feel like home…”
Opere commented on the scenery.
“Sorry, I got caught.”
Itashikir apologizes with a smile.
“You had me worried sick leaving the village like that.”
“...I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“?”
“You wanted to come back to see this wheatfield, didn't you. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“....”
“...why the silence?”
“She gave me a chance to live.”
“Who?”
“A victim of mine.”

Kana lowered her gun as the white light from the sarcophagus grew stronger.
“Why?”
Itashikir asked her.
“L-I-V-E. Don’t run away from living. Face and Atone for your sins.”
Kana said to him before the white light engulfed everything.

“She told me to don’t run away from living.”
Itashikir smiled as tears dripped from his face.
It reminded him of his father’s last word.

Epilogue: United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor, Amatsumikaboshi, Celestial 5 memorial, September 29th 2020
“You’re late Kana.”
Mashiro dressed in a black suit complained as Shinozaki, Kana, Lionheart, and Sutsushi got out of the car.
“Who would’ve thought you were that Dr. Mendelson’s daughter, Miss Chancellor.”
Shinozaki walked over to Mashiro and said carefreely.
“I and my father are a very different person, there’s no need for you to worry-”
“I understand, Kiddo Chancellor.”
Shinozaki joked and walked past her. Placing her flowers onto the memorial.
“Good to see you Grand Chancellor.” x2
Lionheart and Sutsushi greeted her.
“There’s no need for such formality… we know each other for such a long time…”
Mashiro replied as she watched the two officers walk toward the memorial.
“Hey Fuyuki”
Kana called.
“Yeah... Kana?”
It's been a while since Kana called her by her first name, surprising Mashiro a little.
“I saw our friends back then.”
“Back then?”
“When I was blinded by my desire for vengeance, there appeared before me. Do you think that was also a hallucination?”
Kana asked while she looked at the memorial and the stage.
“What’s real and not real doesn’t matter...”
Kana turned over to Mashiro, who was smiling back at her.
“You heard it too, Mashiro!?”
“I wonder.”

OOC: Miotia-Candor character development project full closure.
Thank you for reading and supporting me for the past 2 years.

Hans stepped off the transport truck, the massive Max Security Penitentiary standing before him. He entered with the Oberkommandant, going to the secretary desk. The secretary looked up, smilingly kindly and pushing the buzzer, the door unlocking. Wandering the deep halls of the prison they found the elevator, taking it to the bottom floor, U2. Hans stopped Wolfenstein at the door.

"Don't worry Wolfenstein, I'll deal with Küger." he said.

Wolfenstein nodded. "Natürlich, mein Präsident."

Hans scanned his thumb, the door unsealing and opening. He walked in and shut the door, look to Erik. "Good Afternoon, Mr. Küger. Cold outside, isn't it?" he said. Erik looked up and smiled sarcastically. "Ah yes, I can feel the cold winds of the winter forests from my window. Hans chuckled and sat at a chair and began to speak. "Why have you called me here, Erik?"

Erik smiled. "You know why. You've become the new Großgeneralpräsident, and I thought I oughta congratulate you on your..."

"My?" he asked

Erik nodded. "Your...well you've become the leader, something you've wanted for a long time." he said

Hans scoffed "I'm sorry?" he responded. Erik snickered, "Do not say 'I'm sorry', you've wanted to be leader for many years. You had it so close three months ago, but it seems Ubel had planned it right. And now, here we are."

Hans nodded, smiling a bit. "Well yes, it seems so. I have wanted this job, and now I have it. With more power than I had planned."

"More than you planned? Do not use the war as a cover for your grab of power?"

Hans chuckled. "I am not using it to cover my ambition, I'm using it for my advantage. I will use this war to rise higher than any other leader. I am protecting the freedoms of our people." he said with a triumph. "I have to give it to you Hans, you've done a fine job."

Hans smiled. "You did for the time, you rose so quick from Generalleutnant to the Verteidigungsdirektor so fast. And yet now, here you will fall. I am going to have you executed. Publicly."

Erik nodded. "A bit barbaric for you, but if it is decided. Then it is. See you on the other side, Hans."

Hans went to leave, turning. "Oh, you won't see me where you're going."

As Hans left, Erik looked down with a smile, shaking his head. "Oh, I think you will..."

Lake perseverance wrote:

Ingganouıtei shivers in her launch bay, with space just a few metres away. At least, that's what her captain decides the tremor is. It's early morning on 710-17, and they're preparing for her first mission. Next is the... and there it is. Three more shakes as the airlocks close- Ingganouıtei is now on internal air and power only. They pat the bulkhead. Just a few days, girl. Then we're out of Utopia-space.

Bahram is an orange disk in the sky, and the captain of Ingganouıtei cannot help but feel like something is missing. They've gone over possessions- nothing they should have taken with them there. Nothing missing from the manifest, or confirmed as back at home. But there's still a tug, some twinge in the back of the mind....

They don't like it. Absentmindedly, they check the feed from Utopia- the green-blue-yellow world has a chunk taken out of it by the black void now. They shiver, glad to be away.

Somehow, they're more concerned about the fact that they care about the Holiness-forsaken planet than about the horrific darkness.

On a desk in Fogíretesz, Astarey....

CONFIDENTIAL- CLASSIFICATION COSMIC SECRET
Sēlladic Eternal Regime - Astarese Continuance Division
Astarey Protection Guild - National Protection Agency
Ministry of Military Affairs - Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Spaceflight

CLASSIFICATION OF THREATS TO ASTAREY
TIER "EE-Úbos" - The False Commonwealth
TIER "EE-Éthe" - The Polypopulous Unification
TIER "RE-Úbos" - The Distant Cousins, The Defectors' Unification
TIER "EE-Ómbo" - The Many Kingdoms, The Polar Unification
TIER "RE-Éthe" - The Second Commonwealth, The Outer Kingdom, The Greater Isles
TIER "RE-Ómbo" - The Tomb, The Defectors, The Heretics, The Lesser Isles

Operation SEAWISE - Feasibility Review
Given the Honorable Chásznars' suggestion to not risk more than ten vessels on this mission, we are constrained in two ways- distance and possibility of retaliation. As such, it would be best to not threaten any ELE-capable polity directly. Rather, we suggest something deniable- the Distant Cousins happen to be rather near a Polypopulous Unification holding, as well as a holding of the Many Kingdoms. The plan to target the Defectors is therefore labeled as MIDDLE RISK, though it will remind the False Commonwealth of our capabilities. Our ranking of the approved plans is as follows:
Distant Cousins - Secondary/Tertiary Aim, LOW RISK, high feasibility.
Defectors - Primary Aim, MIDDLE RISK, middle feasibility.
Greater Isles - Secondary Aim, HIGH RISK, middle feasibility.
Lesser Isles - Secondary Aim, HIGH RISK, middle feasibility.
Polar Unification - Tertiary Aim, LOW RISK, low feasibility.
Defectors' Unification - Tertiary Aim, LOW RISK, middle feasibility.

Blue Harper gets out of his secret bunker. He has a limo waiting for him. It has been a hard month but he finally has enough stable footing to be a legitimate head of state. He has establish a police force called Armed Security Police or A.S.P., a fire department, a tight grip on the army, and his building is finally done being reconstructed. He has made it so it is one way glass meaning he can see what goes on outside but no one can see inside. He has also began constructing a bunch of memorials for him. He has now arrived at the National Executive Headquarters, the building in which he controls everything.

Harper steps out of his car and his personal servants open the doors. His cabinet immediately goes to work. His Chief of Chemical Weaponry has begun construction on a Greek fire like weapon. He steps into his office and sits in his chair. It is good to be back. The war has slowed down a lot. No one is attacking. He knows he will win, he feels it. "Long live Mr. Harper, long live Mr. Harper." He says to himself.

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The state of emergency has been declared to be finally over. The United Kuzikstan is considered to be completely safe from the enemy from the other side of the world. Even if they would try to do anything, those can be easily noticed. After an hour since the Kuzikstania Province went back to normal, everything looked like nothing happened: People were casually doing their own business, shops and restaurants were open and full of customers, and the regular traffic jams came back. Only a few people can be found talking about what happened. Sjazkera Bjuzka also seems like he has forgotten the intervention in Astana-Anders. He has to brand new plans to publish. These plans are originating from the 1800s, but it has been almost completely reformed.

Sjazkera Bjuzka steps into a private meeting room inside his apartment. He has invited several influential people around from Kuzikstan, including President Qier Zyzzka, Secretary of Internal Security Aiqen Isqurol, The Vice-Commander of NEMESIS Liqner Bjuzka, and several others. The Butlers of Sjazkera closes the two double doors behind, making the room secure. Sjazkera starts the debate by giving every invited person a document.
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Sjazkera: Alright, as we know it, Astana-Anders can't be considered as a serious threat anymore. We currently do not have plans to straight attack them, as it's going to be just waste of time. However, we keep supplying our fellow friends in need of help. We now have another, bigger threat in front of us, as you can see from the documents I gave you all.
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Everyone glances the document and goes quiet, meaning that they understand what is going on. After a few seconds of silence, the Vice-Commander of Nemesis, and Sjazkera's little brother, Liqner Bjuzka takes the chance to speak.
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Liqner: So we are going to invade the whole Shanting, right? Are you sure this plan will work?

Sjazkera: Nowadays, the wars are won on the sea. You should know that we have many times bigger and more advanced navy than Hurona. If they somehow don't surrender after we destroy their navy and blockade them, our marines will finish them up.

Liqner: I know that, Sjazkera. I meant that is the reason for war good enough? They haven't done much anything against us.

Sjazkera: Well, they already did. About 3 hours ago, an unknown vessel coming from Hurona's direction interrupted our air space and seemed to drop a few bombs near the cities of Aernaeb and Saz. That is enough evidence that they are planning something.

Liqner: Hmph. Like... It's up to you, my brother. Do whatever you want. I'm just... I don't know.
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The Secretary of Defense takes his turn to speak, as Liqner opens his whiskey bottle and pours some on his glass.
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Aiqen: Mr. Bjuzka, how about Astana-Anders? They are still our absolute enemies.

Sjazkera: Yes, they are. However, they are too weak to cause harm to us. Even if they try something, We probably would already know their plans.

Liqner: Yep. We kinda basically had their leader already, if he would have had some balls. It was pretty obvious that they had a trap waiting for us, as it was kinda too easy. They are brave men who went there, and they are likely to arrive back to barracks at any moment.

Sjazkera: The company has already arrived back to their barracks. No one followed them, which is maybe even weird. Anyway, back to the Hurona discussion... Aiqen, are the navy ready for battle?

Aiqen: They're heading out of Sazistani docks and moving to north.

Sjazkera took a deep breath before he took his own document and put it on his back pocket.

Sjazkera: That is good to hear. Pardon me, I have to make a quick declaration. The meeting is over, thank you for joining, the whiskey bottle is a gift, so please keep it.

Sjazkera left the room followed by his little brother and others. A few hours later, the Prime minister arrived to press conference to hold a speech.

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The declaration of war to Hurona:

... After the series of severe border violations and unreasonable bombings of our own homeland, it's time for Kuzikstani army to step up and make an end for the Huronan behaviour. After several failed attempts to negotiate, we have no other choice, but to make this finally come to an end with an iron wrist. The state of war between the United Kuzikstan and Hurona is declared from now on and will last so long until the enemy has been taken over.
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At the same time, 1st and 2nd Sazistani fleets are moving to the north towards the Huronan shorelines. Sooner or later they will face the Huronan navy. The 2nd Kuzian fleet is ordered to move their location to Saz as a backup.

Hans sits with his Kriegsrat, hundreds of files and papers scattered on the desk. He sighs and begins the meeting. "Good afternoon gentlemen. First thing, I need an update on the mobilization." he says. His economics advisor looks up. "Mobilization at 40%, our defense systems are up and running and the population is getting the gears turning. We currently have troops under training, one week in. The oil and steel is at maximum collection efficiency. The people, it seems, are ready to power our war machine. I don't think Astana-Anders realizes what a mess they've become tangled in."

Hans nods, happy with the announcement. "With our defenses up, we'll be able to focus our resources towards gearing ourselves for a potential invasion. I am most positive they will attempt a naval invasion with the assistance of chemical and biological weapons. Our population is outfitted with NBC suits and safety bunkers. The only way they can invade is by sea, so our heavy coastal defenses and anti-air weapons will defend us. Once they have been deterred will be the time to strike.

I must also implore that we consider an infiltration operation as a possibility. It's been said that Mr. Harper has returned from his isolation, and we may have a chance to send in special forces to assassinate Mr. Harper. Otherwise, I am fully confident our nation holds the capability at our current stage of mobilization to fend off the Anderians until we can surmount a Naval Strike Fleet."

All their heads nod as he finishes and they began talking the more specific details of the operations and such. Autenheim will not fall at the hands of a filthy Fascist.

Blue Harper is sipping his tea when he receives words of happenings in United Kuzikstan. "This could be useful for us Mr. Allen." Said Harper standing up and putting his tea cup and saucer down. "Everyone thinks we are no longer a threat. If United Kuzikstan no longer considers us a threat and Greater autenheim is still trying to gain solid ground as a government, maybe it is time we do our own covert operations? Maybe we should pay back United Kuzikstan for sending me into hiding and almost trying to kill me? Maybe we should deploy Black Foxes into Greater autenheim to give them a present?" "What do you mean your excellence?" Said Allen sheepishly. "Joseph maybe dead but his son, wife, and the government are not, they could use that against me. If one manages to inspire the populace, it is game over. So we must do everything in our power to ensure that reality never happens."

Harper has issued the covert police of Black Foxes, a highly skilled and silent spy division, to try to get into Greater autenheim by any means necessary and assassinate the last opposition to Harper's regime. Many are not expected to return but it some will and if they succeed, there will be no more government-in-exile. Group A1 is going to infiltrate via air, Group B2 is going via water, and Group C3 is going via disguising as North Electrica soldiers bringing guns to Greater autenheim and blending with the populace for months on end.

As the meeting between the Kriegsrat is occurring, millions of Auteniks are working hard, producing tanks, artillery, and other machines and supplies of war. Thousands of fresh recruits are in training, preparing. Tons of iron is coming in from the mines at the Titanen Mountains and thousands of barrels on cargo ships escorted by corvettes are being ferried to Autenheim. Autenheim, though not totally mobilized, is prepared for a war with an oversea threat like Astana-Anders. And the recently produced Nw-CMTB-20 is ready for its first use in a war. (See Military factbook for info in artillery section.)

After the Kriegsrat meeting, Hans phones Joseph's wife. "Good afternoon Ma'am. I regret to inform you that your security is a threat to both my nation and people. We will be transporting you as well as your family out of the Grand Republic by armored convoy to an undisclosed location. You will be taken back into our nation at the end of the conflict when your safety as well as my people's can be insured." The armored convoy is currently en route to their location to transport them out of the nation.

Greater autenheim wrote:

As the meeting between the Kriegsrat is occurring, millions of Auteniks are working hard, producing tanks, artillery, and other machines and supplies of war. Thousands of fresh recruits are in training, preparing. Tons of iron is coming in from the mines at the Titanen Mountains and thousands of barrels on cargo ships escorted by corvettes are being ferried to Autenheim. Autenheim, though not totally mobilized, is prepared for a war with an oversea threat like Astana-Anders. And the recently produced Nw-CMTB-20 is ready for its first use in a war. (See Military factbook for info in artillery section.)

After the Kriegsrat meeting, Hans phones Joseph's wife. "Good afternoon Ma'am. I regret to inform you that your security is a threat to both my nation and people. We will be transporting you as well as your family out of the Grand Republic by armored convoy to an undisclosed location. You will be taken back into our nation at the end of the conflict when your safety as well as my people's can be insured." The armored convoy is currently en route to their location to transport them out of the nation.

Jasmine agrees to it over the phone. She is even more sadden than before. No nation in the conflict has even recognized her, the government, or even her son as the new government-in-exile, her loving husband has died, and now they will be moved to protect the Grand Republic's security. She remembers the days before the war, before her husband was even Lord President just a Senator, before he even knew him. Back when she was a maid in the Senatorial Hotel and when she first saw Joseph, her heart leaped out of her chest. They went on secrets dates, wrote letters, they even had a secret baby together. But that was all in the past. It was magnificent.

But now it is all gone. All thanks to the fowl Blue Harper who she constantly asked her husband to remove but he couldn't all do the fact that only the courts could do so and the courts had always refused. She hears the sound of motorcades coming. Her heart sinks. She wishes this wouldn't happen at last her she is. As she walks down the stair case, she can only imagine the torment she will unleash on Harper when she gets her hands on him. Before she goes, she asks a butler if she can request to get a radio and microphone set for her son to give messages to the public in Astana-Anders

Meanwhile back in United brennia, Joseph is lying in his bed being administered his daily medicine by Prussia Werdin. He is almost healed, in a week or two he will be getting back North Electrica and making one more speech that will hopefully will end the war.

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Jasmine agrees to it over the phone. She is even more sadden than before. No nation in the conflict has even recognized her, the government, or even her son as the new government-in-exile, her loving husband has died, and now they will be moved to protect the Grand Republic's security. She remembers the days before the war, before her husband was even Lord President just a Senator, before he even knew him. Back when she was a maid in the Senatorial Hotel and when she first saw Joseph, her heart leaped out of her chest. They went on secrets dates, wrote letters, they even had a secret baby together. But that was all in the past. It was magnificent.

But now it is all gone. All thanks to the fowl Blue Harper who she constantly asked her husband to remove but he couldn't all do the fact that only the courts could do so and the courts had always refused. She hears the sound of motorcades coming. Her heart sinks. She wishes this wouldn't happen at last her she is. As she walks down the stair case, she can only imagine the torment she will unleash on Harper when she gets her hands on him. Before she goes, she asks a butler if she can request to get a radio and microphone set for her son to give messages to the public in Astana-Anders

Meanwhile back in United brennia, Joseph is lying in his bed being administered his daily medicine by Prussia Werdin. He is almost healed, in a week or two he will be getting back North Electrica and making one more speech that will hopefully will end the war.

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The butler shakes his head. "I'm afraid we cannot risk national security for this measure. I'm very sorry, ma'am." They are escorted to the armored convoy into a black vehicle. The convoy begins to make its way out of Ottograd, south deeper into Autenheim. The armored convoy is heading west.

Journal for United brennia

Today is going in fine in Port of Santiago. I still don't like that King Benjamin even after he let us stay here with in this beach house. Nicholas is over there eating shrimp cocktails, Isabella is reading papers before her days in exile, Christopher is in the backyard crying, and I am just standing in the corner writing in this journal. Joseph is laying in bed. He just took his daily yoga exercises to help his mentally. He is recovering a lot. Progress is stead and in a few weeks should be ready to go back to North Electrica and deliver his speech that I have been making. Once he recovers, we will contact EC Stargazer to rendezvous us at the Port of Troy Airport and giving a message to Benjamin notifying our leave and a 500,000 Lien check for there cooperation. The end of Harper is upon us, I can feel it.