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After only hours of negotiations after the annexation, the German-Austrians folded into Revolussian demands. North Junsuina would now become part of Revolussia, and Revolussia would only pay the Golden equivalent of 125,000 Marks total over a period of 20 years starting June of 1906. It was made clear in the state-controlled papers that the money was only for compensation of the dead, as a primary goal was for no deaths to occur.

Celebrations would erupt across Senryo-Chi. Family reunions, from people too afraid to enter rhe occupied territory before, would occur. GGAE flags were ripped off from buildings and flagpoles before being tossed and burnt on the ground. German-Austrian minorities who were left behind started to hide more often than usual.

Revolussian bases on the island were recommissioned, as soldiers began to resettle their positions and naval ports.

The entire event has shown to the world that Revolussia will not be the subject go bullying, and will eventually get their way in the end.

Since I can't rp this rn, this is a placeholder

Coolidge gets 40 years labor in a CLEAR camp, making him the only person on trial to receive such a punishment. The rest of the arrested will be held until they are able to pay a 5,000 Credit fine before being sent back to the GGAE. The money will be used to pay the 125,000.

Geography:

The northern border follows the River trisk until the river moves west. where then the borders follows a set of small hills and outposts.

the southwestern borders also follow the river until its end, and from there the state authorities to keep the most amount of territory stable in the large fields in the southwest.

The coastline at the oceans are filled with beaches as well as huge cliffs.

The Land itself is more so an open plain the only natural borders being the ocean and river.
It has almost no natural Ressources other then a certaint rubber and a certaint high quality wood from a special tree. There are also smaller silver deposites near the river.

History:

The History of these lands between sea and river where dominated by tribal politics up to the years 1000 until after a while different tribes became nations. Out of these Tribes the 3 Strongest ones manifested.

while one of the 3 got conquered by the other 2 the last two where the civilisations witch form this sultanate.

The first one was the sultanate of prisc

This empire was a very wealthy trade empire for 500 years until it slowly collapsed and through its money bought itself into a union
With the other empire that was focused more so near the inner parts of the country and more north which at the same time also faced a hard times thanks to the tribes in the North raiding their lands more and more.

The other empire was named Isa

And was made up from a lot of different tribes.
The main tribe the Isa tribe was the biggest and strongest one imposing certain tax laws and rules for the other tribes. Though that wouldn’t last long as rebellion and raides from the North massed up. As both of these states often at war faced problems they both unified to combat their problems though if that worked is a rather debatable matter.

Both societies were completely different. While the prisc was a more Liberal and free empire thanks to its openness to the outside and the equality between the different tribes and their religions the Isa were a lot More Conservative, they still let their subjects belives intact but they surpressed and put rules on the size of tempels and statues as well as special taxes on the people of different religions. As the empires merged both side wanted to keep or expand their state policies and so to avoid conflict they settled for the agreement that all territories under their former owner keep the laws in place of the forming of the empire.

 
And so while the empires merged in foreign policy a deep divide hanged over their internal policy.

Another issue came after the merging of the nations. Who would lead it?

While the sultanate of prisc had ist sultan and nobility. Isa a lot more tribal had a great chief elected by 12 small chiefs who where leading their own small province.

To strike a balance the system of the state was changed up to 12 total Provinces the nobility and the minor tribe leaders both had a total of 6 controlled regions they were the governor of and had the same assignments. The sultan itself was the sultan of prisc while the great chief was given many riches even when the nation of prisc was going through a hard economic time.

So now the state and its broad history was defined now we need to talk about state structures.

There are 12 provinces

And 12 governors

And 1 sultan

The sultan is the Head of the state.

He decides war and peace as well as state policies and the laws which are then codified and spread from the sultans location to the rest of the sultanate.

The 12 regions are split up into 2 groups

The 6 original ones who obey the code of the sultan directly and implement his laws and rules.

And the 6 added by the unification of the two countries who have 2 rights which cannot be removed.

The freedom to set up religious taxes and laws upon religion as seen fit of the governer leading the region as well as governors being voted in only by the other 5 special government zones to keep pro sultan governors out of government.

No Matter what the unification in the year 1550 Brought the nation of prisc a bigger army and money source from which it could defend ist Northern border and trade. And the nation of Isa finnaly achieved stability as ist tribal system of voting for a leader stopped and merged with the dynastic lines of prisc while keeping their laws and traditions of surpression.

 
This nations development slowely grinded to a halt over the years though. Because even if the problems of Old got cured, the state fell ill again. The nation was modernised but there was no unified law in all states and many surpressed tribes grew in resentment as they payed taxes and were unfairly treated.

The trade empire of prisc also gained inner opposition to the merging of the states and radicals wanting to destroy the elements of the government which lasted of Isa.

The nation faded from ist glorious status as a trade empire as ist exports and imports lost importance and couldn’t keep up with modern goods and slowely dwindled and isolated itself keeping to their traditional way of life. But not all hope is Lost, the youth of the nation has seen the rapid advance of other nations and by their ideologies has been inspired. Monarchists, Republicans, Democrats, communists, fascists all are spreading.

And even the sultan who is now 30 years old has announced a speech about the status of this isolation.

A nations fate will be decided

This nation the grand nation of piscis, made up of 2 former countries, dozens of tribes, dozens of religions will finnaly awaken from its slumber and find itself in a new world.

(sorry if this is bad, i will need to write a lot more rps about the prisc and Isa as well as the different religions. But I am human so just wait Please If something doesn't make sense tell me.

The smell of feces from the bucket in the corner filled the old and dingy cattle car, which was crammed with other prisoners. The only thing keeping anyone warm in the car was the bodies of other people. A small window, covered in iron bars, was the only view anyone had outside.

Coolidge found himself in this dreadful condition, and had been in such conditions for 3 days as he's been transported from Kamano to CLEAR Camp #2, also known as "Camp Dan'yaku". The camp itself housed the forced laborers at the ammunitions factory nearby, and was not CLEAR Camp #4, which was the only one allowed for executions.

He stood up, weakly, and walked to the metal bars. He saw the snow-covered countryside pass him by. A man tugged on his coat, the other thing keeping him warm. "Please sir," he said, "Do you have a spare apple?"

"No." Coolidge replied, "I'm as weak as you are right now."

He sat down, slowly sliding down the wall and sitting by the man. "I don't know what I've done, man. I didn't choose to be here, really I didn't. GGAE said to take care of the territor-"

"Wait, you're Coolidge?"

"...Yeah, that's me."

"Heh... that's funny. Guy invades a countries native land and then complains on why he is here, heheh.."

"I can't even get a break in a GOD DAMN CATTLE CAR, CAN I?"

The car went silent after that, a heavy atmosphere of dread and fear filled whatever space conversation took. The train would continue down the valleys and eventually make its way through tunnels, filling the car with smoke occasionally. They pass through one more tunnel, coughing up the fumes. The train starts to slow down, as they pass through a brick tunnel to a large field fenced off by barbed wire.

Coolidge stands up slowly, peeking through the hole. Outside, there laid a giant concrete platform with a small ticket house, with a sign reading "Dan'yaku". The cattle car door slides open, revealing CLEAR guards.

"All out immediately! Women to the left, men to the right! Tallest to shortest! Move, quickly, quickly!"

The men and women started to pour out of the car as guards with nightsticks slammed into the slower-moving ones. Coolidge hops out with the stream, looking left and right. There were only 8 cattle cars, followed by cargo cars, but the cattle cars were filled with prisoners. Eventually, after some smackings and yelling, two columns were formed.

A guard spoke up, "You are all gathered here today due to various crimes against Revolussia and the Communist Party. Although it may seem hopeless from here on out, be not hopeless, for we will build your broken character up again with work. Work will set you free. Due to various illnesses you may have been exposed to on your journey up, you are all required to take a shower for a 1 minute minimum. In an orderly line, head to the white shed for a communal shower before receiving admission and camp uniforms. Run! Now!"

The columns would split off row by row, following one another to gender-segregated communal showers.

Coolidge would try and keep up with his row, however his hunger and injured leg would slow him down. He fell down and collapsed, before a guard came up to him and whacked him with a nightstick. He was dragged back to his column and into the shed.

He had entered what appeared to be a bare, white room, with wooden benches and hooks.

"Take off your clothes and hang them on the hooks and tie your shoes onto them. Remember which hook you used, as you will collect the clothes later."

He looked around, at the others starting to strip around him. He was uncomfortable at first, but figured he had nothing to lose. He took his clothings off, and went into the shower room. The room was tile-laden, with a concrete floor and drains. They all started to gather around the multiple shower-heads that dotted the roof, clamming for water and heat from the cold. Coolidge found himself opening his mouth, wanting water to hydrate with. After metal groaning, the showerheads would start to dispense lukewarm water. Coolidge would start rubbing the water all over his face, relieved.

The guards would walk in after the water turned off, yelling at them to grab their clothes, but not to put them on, and report to the admissions office, where they would recieve the uniforms, housing, and badges. Coolidge would enter the brick office, filling out papers and grabbing his uniform, all while completely naked and in the cold.

He'd put on his uniform, which was a blue thin jacket, pants, and black shoes. His tag on the left side read "FE-012-32", on the right, multiple badges. One badge was a red circle with a white outline, which represented an escape risk. Another badge was a black triangle, which represented his status as a POW. He had an armband that was black, that represented his nationality.

"You are in Block C-6. Go."

He rushed out, with uniform, to his designated block. It was a brick shack, with large wooden beds stuffed with a sack of feathers. It was a triple-decker bunk. No insulation, no latrines, just a wall of beds, a desk, and a bench.

4 days later...

Not even a week in, and he was already feeling like he was on the verge of death. The harsh conditions of the cold caused by the high altitudes started to pick off the weakest, and the factory working conditions were unsafe. His schedule was as follows:

05:00: Wake up and report to main field for announcements
06:00: Breakfast ration
07:00: March to factory, work.
13:00: Break
13:05: Back to work
16:00: March back to camp
16:30: Camp job
18:00: Class
21:00: Dinner
22:00: Closing remarks
23:00: Permitted to sleep
00:00: Must be in bed

Coolidge would begin to start writing in a diary, though forbidden, to document his life in the camp.

Day 1, 4 days after arrival to Dan'yaku:

I found this book off my dorm mate above me, he died last night due to the cold I'd imagine.

Today was like any other day, no time to relax, it's always work. I got assigned my camp job, I get to clean latrines. That may sound awful, but it sure beats working as "self-enforcement" squads or anywhere else where I'm always under the constant watch from guards on towers.

I managed to buy a ration off a guy at camp, they're barely giving us anything to eat. Some guy looked extremely skinny on the way to work. He collapsed on the march to the factory. We were told to keep going and not look back, which was hard to do after I heard him get his brains blown out by a pistol. Oh, the factories. They're not anything to root about. Guards are there to see if we're working and not to see if we're safe. I almost jammed my hand into the shell molding machine, first thing they asked me was "Why did you do that?" instead of "Are you alright?"

I can't write much today, my camp job is almost done and I forgot to start writing earlier and class is soon. Oh, class. Class is basically just them saying what we are to be and how to be a functioning member of Revolussian society. I can't say it's working much on me, but some of the guys who were longer here than I am were visibly into it and praising Hagan at some points.

They told me 40 years here. I can't live 40 years here, I'll DIE before that. There has to be others here that feel the same way, right?

So far...

80% of the Revolussian section of the Inter-Rail is done, construction outside the borders is actively occurring.

95% of destroyed factories have been restored,
65% of the Revolussian Navy have been modernized,
90% of the Revolussian Infantry have been modernized,
100% of the Revolussian Artillery Corps have been modernized,
100% of applicable land have been set for Collectivization,
90% of the lands set for Collectivization have been successfully collectivized,
100% of eligible Revolussians are either set to get a job or currently have a job that contributes to Revolussia,
80% of Revolussia is politically stable,
9% of the Revolussian Population is currently facing a famine, man-made or nature-caused,
12 anti-government protests occured across Revolussia since reformation, 11 of which were suppressed and barred from reaching National News as well as International.
4 assassination attempts were made to Hagan, all of which failed and all contributors were executed and erased/smeared from photographs.

Progress has been going faster than usual, and Revolussia finds itself able to participate in most international functions.

The RNS (Revolussian Navy Ship) Yamaha, the ship mentioned in the blueprints earlier, is complete. It is the first of its kind to exist. With it's 14 12" guns on 6 turrets (2 turrets of 2 guns on front, 2 turrets of 2 on back, 2 on starboard and 2 on port) capable of firing 24,000 meters, plethora of lesser cannons on the port and starboard, 6 submerged torpedo tubes, and heavy machine guns mounted on each side, it was essentially a castle on water. It's armor was thicker than most, with the bow, stern, and ammunitions holding bearing the thickest armor.

The ship would be able to go, at max, 22 knots, with its four propellers and two rudders. The type of ship was to be known as the Yamaha Class Battleship, again, the first of it's kind.

More of its kind are on standby, waiting to be constructed.

(WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE: https://gyazo.com/e4128eb8a6c762e167b53b312ce3ddd2) (I am now the first to release the Labyrinth's first "dreadnought" LOL)

After hours of talking, Hagan has agreed to sell a copy of the blueprints to Sweden for ₵850,000 in gold (1 million USD equivalent) all upfront. The bond between Sweden and Revolussia grows stronger by the day.

Dimitrius stood in the corner of the ballroom with Tisha. They had both been present since before the party started, and stay til its end. It's not like anybody noticed them anyway.

"I don't like this" Tisha muttered.

She was paler than usual and her eyes more frantic.

"Maybe we should leave."

Dimitrius shook his head, "The evening has only just begun. And besides it might be time to speak with my younger brother."

As if on que, Heinrich walked the back door with his family. But that wasn't what Dimitrius dreaded. The GGAE's Kaiser was present as well. That dastardly fellow would probably kill him in a heartbeat.

Tisha frowned, "Speaking to the false king might kill you, I'm afraid."

Dimitrius remained determined. He wasted these past years of his life for a lost cause. It was time for him to begin repaying his debts to those he hurt. And he wanted to begin with his brother.

So he'd wait until the party's end, too many people would notice him. And right now publicity had been at an all time low, so speeches and handshakes wouldn't do him any well.

Tisha squeezed his arm. She was just as nervous if not more. She had dedicated her life to the party and is now here to witness its end. But at least she chose to stick by his side as it all collapsed, Dimitrius didn't want it any other way. Perhaps not all was that bad.

The clanging of hammers on rail spikes was deafening.

Hundreds of men from all backgrounds were swinging there hammers down with such a force it resonated down the line. The newly minted rails quivered with each hit, and wailed as if in pain. But the rails maintained shape and shine, and by God it will continue to do so.

Kodiack felt the beads of sweat gathering his head, the strain in his muscles, and the dryness of his throat. He had been working even before the sun came up, and man was he tired. He couldn't remember the last time he had good rest.

It seemed the supervisors were worried and were trying to finish the job quicker. There had been whispers of a war brewing, and war was bad for any type of business. Kodiack hoped that war could be avoided, afterall he was being paid to make this rail.

"Come on you lot! Put your backs into it! We haven't all day!" The supervisor next to him shouted.

Will was panting across from Kodiack, "can't we have our allotted break time?"

The supervisor glared at him, "You will get break when we can afford one."

Will sighed and resumed working. Kodiack knew that he could charge the supervisor with violating at least eight labor laws. But you can't bite the hand that feeds, and unluckily it was them.

Bonvolkian Railroad about 86% complete.

After various debate amongst Parliament, it was agreed upon to refit, modernize, and build up the Royal Bonvolkian fleet. The decision came after multiple countries revealed "dreadnoughts", a new warship that has the potential to dominate the seas.

The vote itself was close, 54% of the votes were yea. The remaining 46% was made up of abstention and nays from the Social and liberal aspects of Parliament. The Syndicalist Leader, Jabok Wessel, called the bill "a tragedy for peace" and "will be the undoing of the working class".

The bill approves the refitting of 60 destroyers, the modernization of all 30 cruisers, and the construction of 20 modern destroyers, 10 more modern cruisers, and two experimental dreadnought designs.

The plan is to be expected to complete in 6 months. The rapid speed of production comes from the fact that over 10 new dockyard companies have opened and all have offered their bids on the contracts. So native naval surpremecy is hopefully secure for the time being.

Day 9.

I've forgotten the days already, it has been too much already. Some of the "veteran" inmates laughed at me when I looked tired and weary after factory work today. Apparently, according to them, it just gets worse from here on out, and that this camp is merely just a holding facility of some kind? For a holding facility, this is the worst I've ever felt. Today during the class, they showed us some films. I believe one of them was called "The Eternal Capitalist." It's funny seeing how they portray that way of life compared to theirs, although it clearly was working on some others. If you fell asleep during the film, you were dragged out. A guy I knew, A-223, he was dragged out. I didn't see him during dinner time.

Speaking of dinner time, it must've been New Years today. The rations were a bit more generous than usual and the soup tasted decent for once. Some guy, though, tried taking a bit too much soup and was shot in the chair in front of where I ate, but yet the soup tasted so good. So refreshing. I couldn't stop eating, even as his brain fell into my bowl. My mind is a scramble after what happened at dinner, it's so hard to comprehend what is going on. To take my mind off things, I drew the camp layout of things I know. (OOC: https://gyazo.com/a4561dc6c13d5aced959fb59aec28894)

Oh, I forgot. Some camp inspectors came today, we were told to stand in the parade ground as they inspected our conditions. I saw some of the Self-Enforcement squad members rush into each "cabin" and run out with trash and used buckets. Whatever the inspectors saw, I guess they were not happy with. From the Revolussian I understand, I overheard something about proper housing and a mortality rate being too high? Well, of course the rate is too high, you're working everyone to death. I guess they're using this "Camp 3" as a model camp now, I've heard they have cells and concrete structures with some heat. What a luxury that would be compared to this.

I found some Christians here, apparently their faith got them thrown in here with me. Every night, we pray in secret for a hopeful end to all of this, I just hope God hears our pleas and screams. For what did I do to deserve this? What did the others do to deserve this? Surely it wasn't any of their fault? Is this God's way of telling us that the end is soon near? Whatever the reason is, it must be some kind of test and I am merely the subject.

I just hope and pray my nation did not forget me and asks for me back. I hope the others are doing alright. I hope Victoria is doing alright.

The End of an Era
The Berlin Kaiser Clock chined as many waited for the results to come in on the election of the Chancellor and the political direction of the nation. Many could feel a change in the wind, but no one knew what direction the flag would fly. The first results came in, and the Nationalists were up by 20% in Prussia and 3% in the Rhineland, which was a massive shock to the nation as the Nationalist party didn’t appeal to immigrants, so why were they winning? The answer was 2nd generation, Revolussian immigrants as they grew up in a place of free information and saw Hagan’s obsession with power. By the time the second results came out, it was clear that the Nationalist Front would win the Chancellorship and 60% of Senate seats and 45% of seats in the Reichstag, and now the era of the Heydrich Party is at an end.

“Today marks a great victory for our nation and for its people. This day marks the end of an Era, but the beginning of a stronger age. We shall take up the mantle of the Defenders of Freedom and the enemies of Totalitarianism. We shall never surrender, even if the navy is sunk and the army crushed, the people shall fight on till the enemy is crushed and pushed back from our islands. We welcome Revolussian immigrants, no we welcome the refugees fleeing from the actively oppressive government in Revolussia, and to our people who are still trapped we are coming for you, and may God have mercy on Hagan’s soul because once we come to save our people, and liberate yours we shall have no mercy on you or your government. Sieg Heil.”