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“Does it matter?” Ascención scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Of course it does” Sedano chirped back, “Our attempt to reintroduce The Maximilliat to the outside world has been met with a condemnation off the bat. Surely this can be a sign-”

“Condemnation from an *sskisser.” Nápoles shot back. “There are set to be those in Strangereal that support the genocidal regime that inhabits Volstokn today, especially ones that would benefit from an allyship with the Goths… and are despised by the rest of the world.” Nápoles stood behind his large red-velvet chair and placed his hands on the top of it. “You saw the dispatch from Valsnuriya- who had to reinforce that the Berkians don’t speak for the rest of Verusa.”

“We are talking about escalating the situation more than we already are!” Anger arose in Sedano’s voice.

“They threatened our people, Sedano! Not only did they once, but they did twice! That, cannot not stand. Let this be our testament to our stand against the Goths. Cut off the head of the snake, and everything else crumbles, but sometimes you need to rip out a few scales.”

“We can’t just come out of Isolationism swinging-”

“They make a fool of themselves out there. We defended our position and shot a snappy comment towards their unjustified condemnation, what did they do? Go on a tirade. And the rest of the world points and laughs. If there was ever a time to do this, it would be now. While they’re allyless with some territories in revolt.” Nápoles gritted his teeth.

There was a sigh from across the table, “As much as I hate to admit it, I kinda wanna see what happens.” De Santos said with a blank expression. Next to De Santos, Farin nodded their head in agreement.

“Let’s put it to a vote.” Nápoles almost-sarcastically said to the group. “Raise your hand in support of Operation Dragaminas.”

6-2.

“I think we have an agreement then ladies, and gentlemen… an Order will be sent to the Supreme Navy post-haste.” Nápoles smiled devilishly. “Let the fun begin.”

In a matter of hours, two freighters from the nation’s foreign trade fleet would be borrowed from their state businesses, loaded up with special cargo, and given new crews before setting off on a long journey across the Cascade. Their journey and mission? Sail to Northwestern Verusa and pass through the strait that lies between the Berkian Island of Nordenstag and Province of Vest-Rampant-Oya, laying ascending moored-contact mines with plummets to harass Berkian naval and civilian ships. When a ship would draw near, the moored-contact mine would detect from its ocean-floor anchor and rapidly shoot towards the surface. While the ethics behind the mission were questionable at best, it would go on; the Maximilliat ships abusing the bounds of Territorial and International Waters to lay mines outside of Berkian Jurisdiction. Whereafter, the ships would head south towards Izumrudstvo or Valsnuriya to refuel then hug the coast back into the Cascade Ocean before slipping home.

The foghorn of the Juguetón blared as it left the Rosatiago Harbor with a mission like no other. Yet, every man and woman that helped the cause and risked their life on this mission would be rewarded properly. Flying The Black and Red Banner of the Maximilliat, the Seal of the Nation fluttering in the wind, it left.

To the esteemed Governments of the Eternal Dominion, [naton]Beiguojia[/nation], [ation]Solaria Alliance[/ntion], [natio]Aviterna[/nation], [naton]Utociste-Zeme[/nation], [natin]Montarc[/nation], [naion]Ancapimania[/nation], [ntion]SouthCarolina[/nation], [ntion]Clatoria[/nation], [naton]Taskye[/nation], and [natin]Antiyard[/nation]...

For too long, The Maximilliat and its past ancestors such as the Zorrisican Kingdom and the Monarkiariat, have watched from the sideline in the notion of East Osean affairs and missed out on establishing meaningful relations with its continental neighbors; our geography isolating us from the interior, only residing on the very eastern coast of the nation, and past government's inflexible, grim isolationism.

Over the last 40 years since the Revolution, the nation has been transformed to a beacon of Maximilliat Totalisocialism, where the government reign's over all and guarantees peace, equality-and-equity, stability, and the avowed freedom of the people. Whether you accept our ideology and way of life is not of concern to us, but moreover that you're willing to give The Maximilliat a chance. Conflict is the evil b*stard of humanity, and we have outgrown the time of petty scuffling into an age where diplomacy and coexistence must persist as we face threats such as the 'Imperial Realm of Gothgraff and Lilium' which threatens the security and sovereignty of every state in the East Osean Sphere.

We ask of you something ultimately minuscule and effortless; to establish cordial relations with The Maximilliat. The Giracción Council is ready to establish foreign embassies with full diplomatic rights and immunity in the Maximilliat capital of Rosatiago in exchange for one in yours home country. With this lackluster first step, we pace towards a united front; a united East Osea.

-The 8 Members of the Supreme Giracción Council of The Maximilliat