𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚄𝚜 (Roleplay)

[RIPSaidCone]

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January 1972

Tokyo, Japan

"Haruzawa speaking."

The suited man with graying hair and wrinkled cheeks spoke, large, brick-like phone held to his ear and a glass of whisky resting in his free hand as he sat in the back seat of a slick black Toyota luxury car.

Tenki Haruzawa was getting on in age. Albeit still serviceable by the standards of Japanese politicians, at sixty seven, trips to the doctor's office had become all the more prevalent, and, like many old men of his generation, he found himself becoming increasingly irritated by all of the new technologies that seemingly appeared every ten minutes in Japan. Especially in Tokyo, recently crowned the world's largest city, it was everything an old man from rural Hokkaido was not built for. Dense, loud, busy, fast-paced. Hell, it felt like only a week ago that the city streets had been lined with calm, gentle nobori that blew effortlessly in the breeze. The fabric banners however now replaced by bright, flashing, and even animated electronic signs, as his private car, moving down a crowded Shinjuku street, passed them by.

"The Korean Minister has arrived." The voice on the phone replied.

"Already?" Being pulled from his thoughts of Japan in a better time, the suited man cursed at himself internally, he had known that he should have left the office earlier. That Shinjuku traffic, and pedestrian crossings were cruel at the best of times. He had fatally underestimated the Korean knack for arriving to meetings early. Despite prior experience informing him of the contrary. Perhaps age didn't automatically lead to wisdom.

"Inform the Minister of my sincerest apologies, and that I am only minutes away."

With that, he hung up. At sixty seven, Tenki Haruzawa had manifested an illustrious political career. From Governor of Development of Infrastructure in Manchuria to Minister of Transportation under Prime Minister Kishi, he now sat as the Chief Cabinet Secretary under the current Prime Minister. Essentially the second most powerful man in the government. And with his past experience in both infrastructure and general transportation matters, he had been the perfect man for the job as one of the lead figures in the design and construction of the Japan-Korea Underseas Tunnel. An initiative that would not only serve as a significant economic boost, but as a symbolic tying of not only Japan and Korea, but Manchuria also.

Needless to say, being late was the last thing the Secretary wanted.

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January 1972

The Yomiuri Shimbun

IJN Infantry & USMC Conduct Joint Amphibious Exercise!

Kunashir, Hokkaido - In the early hours of Saturday morning, approximately five thousand Japanese and American marines landed on the frozen shores of Kunashir, a small isle north of Hokkaido. Code-named "Aqua Frost", the operation lasted several hours, and simulated an amphibious landing onto a heavily defended island. Described by the Ministry of Defense as an 'astounding success' American military officials expressed their enthusiasm at the chance to cooperate so closely with Japanese forces. With one Major stating, "It definitely gives you hope for the [Pacific] region." It was reported that Formosan marines were also expected to participate in the exercise, but cancelled.

For several years now, the government's strategy for maintaining overall stability in both the Pacific and East Asia has been oriented around the United States, which the government sees as pivotal to its strategy of "peacekeeping by deterrence". Speaking to members of the press while visiting Nagoya last summer, the Prime Minister said that Japanese-American hegemony in the Pacific would be key to continuing the normalcy of international trade in the region. The Prime Minister's Liberal Party has seen immense popularity with the business community both at home and abroad, a poll conducted by Tatsuro in the Trade Cities showed approval ratings as high as seventy nine percent, with many respondents praising the PM's focus on the status quo. - Hoga Tomoaki, Foreign Affairs Correspondent

New Shinkansen Line to Open from Kumamoto to Kagoshima!

Kagoshima, Kyushu - Crowds gather outside of the regularly busy Kagoshima Station, the main train station for the southernmost major city of Kagoshima in the Home Islands, in excitement, and it is infectious. For months, the people of Kagoshima have eagerly awaited the opening of the last section of the Kyushu Shinkansen line. Which will connect their hometown to Kyushu's largest city, Kumamoto, which will then in turn connect them to the San'yo Shinkansen, and from there, the rest of the country. For the first time in history, it is now possible for an individual to travel from the southernmost tip of the Home Islands, to the northernmost tip in only a few hours, and without setting a foot aboard an aircraft.

Visibly present to cut the ribbon for the line's opening was the Mayor of Kagoshima, Gamo Chikao, and the Chairman of JR Kyushu (Japan Railways Kyushu), Hoshino Tokimasa. Among the scores of media also present, were several foreign journalists, including some from Korea and Manchuria, both countries which have begun the development of their own high speed rails, with assistance from Japan Railways. When asked to comment, Mr. Tokimasa declared that the opening of the line was a historical moment, not just for Kagoshima, but for all Japan. Mayor Chikao was unavailable at the time to comment, but later told the Yomiuri Shumbun that his city hall predicted a 'meteoric' rise in local GDP. Whether or not this will be the case, only time can tell. - Uehara Kimi, Kyushu Correspondent

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[Slav]

January 1972

Armexium Mining Corporation, Melbourne, Australia
"Sir....Sir!" A young man came bursting through the doors of the closed door meeting. "God damn it! What did I tell you about bursting in?" A rather rough looking old man said quite infuriated. The young man ignored him and proclaimed with a smile, "We found Gold, sir. Gold! Remember that small gold deposit we found in the northern territory? Apparently not far from it, we found a gold deposit that is 5 times the size! We're gonna be rich sir!" The news came abruptly to the old man and he couldn't help but smile, "Boy if you didn't come in here with good news, your ass would be on the street. Get Jack on the line, I want to begin mining operations as soon as possible. This meeting is adjourned, it seems we have some business to do." He said rising from his seat. This country hasn't failed him yet and with no government regulations, profits are going to skyrocket.

Thomas Kelly, Canberra, Australia
"I don't care that they don't want us there, what they hell are they going to do? Send in the Army if you have to. New Caledonia has vital resources to this nation. We will not lose our investments there, get it under control! They're a bunch of savages Clark, treat them like savages!" Thomas said angrily hanging up the phone. The new nickel mines in New Caledonia went off to a good start but the natives and the weak government on the island, quickly became hostile to the mining companies. We'll take the whole island if we have to. Thomas grabbed his whiskey bottle and poured some into his ever empty glass on his desk. Damn natives could be a real thorne in the side. Why couldn't they just roll over like Fiji and the Solomons? He quickly chugged the glass, the middle aged man starting to show signs of aging. This damn job was stressful and sometimes he pondered if it was even worth it but he has a duty to do.

New Caledonia in the Coral Sea
Gunshots rang out in the distance. The damn savages got closer everyday to the mine. Warning shots weren't working anymore, they even had guns of their own and injured some of his men. Lieutenant Anderson didn't like the situation, his guys couldn't fight back, the government was holding them back, they didn't want an international incident. Behind him was the largest nickel mine on the island, producing about 54,000 tons of nickel every year. The damn natives didn't even know what nickel was, shows you what kind of savages they are. "Sir, you have new a order." His radio operator handed him the radio. He picked it up and a voice came out the other end,"3rd Platoon you have new orders. Shoot on sight, I repeat, shoot on sight, we're not gonna let these fuckers walk over us." A smile quickly crept onto Anderson's face, "Understood sir!" He handed the radio back to the operator and readied his FAL. He approached his men and took cover behind the makeshift fortifications with them. "Shoot on sight boys. Our government finally grew some balls." He said, a laugh coming from some of his men. In the distance, the native rioters could been seen cresting a hill. They numbered in the hundreds, possibly the thousands. Without a moment's notice, the platoon engaged the rioters, shots ringing out from the Aussies. The crowd quickly dispersed, running in the opposite direction of the mining facility. It seemed these natives understood one thing and it was death. It seemed that the peaceful takeover was no longer an option.

Sydney, Australia
Construction finally entered the middle stages of what was supposed to be the pride of the navy. Welders could been seen actively working on the hull of the new aircraft carrier. Unlike the retrofitted aircraft carrier currently in service, this new one would be utilizing new missile defence systems that are supposed to stop missiles from striking the ship. The new system though came at a hefty price, raising the price of the ship by $100 million. Recent change in government policy allowed a rise in the military budget, allowing more funds to the stretched out navy. Now, they finally get some cool equipment. Construction is supposed to be completed in two years and they were ahead of schedule. The bustling shipyard seemed to be doing it's job well. Hopefully, they continue at that pace.

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[doodleSM]

Die Welt Newspaper: January 1972
German Khim'Er'Sha wreckages; myth or reality?​

The post-war German countryside, specifically in the west and southwest regions, has never fully redeveloped. Farmers recovering their lands and cities being reclaimed by the federal government. However, we've encountered many reports of Khim'Er'Sha wreckages across the two regions. I've decided to investigate the matter. And personally, out of all the nations in Europe that faced the Khim'Er'Sha, the Bavarian countryside has the most preserved and untouched Tripods of the Khim'Er'Sha war. Whether or not the Federal Government will impose laws to prevent scavengers from shifting through the wreckage is a different question. Scientists and Historians want to keep the technology, as a reminder of the war.

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rural outskirts of Munich, Bavaria, January 1972
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The morning was cold, dark, and bitter. The sun's light was not peaking over the ridge of a field. Where three scientists, under secret employment of the Nazi Party, have gathered by the site of an old Khim'Er'Sha Warmachine. A truck drove along the road. Several brownshirts accompanied the scientists on their expedition to the alien wreckage. The truck stops and the passenger's exit the vehicle. Herr Kaulbech Strauss, a German scientist who has smooth brown hair and appears to be in his early 30s stands to await them. Dr. Schricker, a slender and pale man called out "Herr Kaulbech! It's pleasant to see you!" Strauss nods. "We have work, Doctor." The four brownshirts, armed with G3A4 assault rifles, follow suit.

"What do you have for me today, Herr Strauss?" Schricker asks, tentatively and with an air of suspicion. "You've brought me to another alien site. I hope my time here isn't wasted." Schricker remarks. Strauss shakes his head. "No, Doctor. I've found Khim'Er'Sha technology. Preserved and working. With reverse engineering, we can create the Ubermensch technology needed to win the battle against the SPD dogs." They attempt to open the hatch to the crashed Khim'Er'Sha vehicle with brute strength. A tri-legged walker with a large pod that stabilizes the legs. When the Nazis pry the hatch open, the dead biomechanical creature falls out. The Brownshirts shoot it, instinctively. Herr Strauss bellows and yells "Don't shoot the coveted being! Morons!" Strauss and Schricker enter into the pod. Moments later, they retrieve have in their hands a piece of Khim'Er'Sha technology. The Nazis enter back into the truck and leave the site.

"What is your plan with this?" Schricker asked.
"Develop a new alloy." Strauss replied.
"I see..."

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Berlin, Brandenburg January 1972​

A line up of police and Bundeswehr troops armed with riot shields and truncheons protected the Bundesrat building. The NSDAP had organized brown shirts across the country to form against the newly formed Democratic coalition. Erhardt Hauck, SPD party member and member of the Bundesrat, left the building. A sniper from across the street lined up a shot. Erhardt entered the car and followed a convoy. The open-topped car drove down the street towards the building the sniper was in. The sniper held his breath-- and fired. The shot landed in the forehead of Erhardt. He fell limp.

Several members of the NSDAP in the crowd gave the roman salute as Erhardt died. A brawl ensued! The streets are in chaos.

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[Kersey]

January, 1972

Repišta, Montenegro

“What if they find out?”, asked the visibly nervous girl. She didn’t know where they were going and she was scared that her parents would get back home before her. They weren’t like his parents, they were muslims and they would go mental if they knew what she had been doing. Mateo playfully pushed her and laughed, “Don’t worry so much Afrodita, you’re going to like this.” He came closer to her, taking hold of her hand as he led her down the hill to the cabin. He had found it abandoned a few days ago, it was perfect…

The door creaked open as they entered the shabby, wooden structure. Afrodita stuffed her chilly hands into her coat, taking a seat in one of the chairs there as Mateo lit the fire. She looked around the room, it was dusty and neglected but she almost thought that someone was living here. Afrodita asked, “Mateo, what are we doing here?” He finished lighting the fireplace and turned around to face her, “I thought we could do something special today.” He walked over to her and sat down, placing his hand on her knee as he begun to kiss her.

Afrodita abruptly pulled away when she heard something sound from outside. Mateo, slightly annoyed, yanked her back into his lips. She yelped and pushed him away, “Stop! I think there’s someone here…” Mateo stood up and looked at her, “There’s no one here you stupid bi-”. The door flew open and a burst of fire ripped through Mateo’s chest. His dead body slouched onto the ground. Afrodita screamed and ran.

Chigi Palace, Rome

"Prime Minister, we've just gotten reports from Tirana of an incident on the Montenegrin border. An Italian boy is dead and a Serb from Montenegro has been taken into custody by the Albanian police. Belgrade is furious, they're threatening retaliation if the man isn't handed over to them in the next 12 hours." Arnaldo placed the full report on the Prime Minister's desk for him to read. Giulio glanced at it and then looked back up at him, "What happened?"

"An Italian boy and an Albanian girl were making out near the border when a local Serb farmer approached them and fired his gun, instantly killing the boy. The girl ran home and told her parents what had happened, they called the police and the rest is history."

Giulio sighed, “What a shame…” Not only was he genuinely saddened by what had happened, he knew that it was all that was needed to set off another war in the Balkans. In fact, he intended to do so, “Arnaldo, get the Albanian Prime Minister on the phone. Have my office issue a statement reaffirming our support for his government.”

Il Popolo d'Italia

Soldiers have amassed on either side of the Montenegrin border following the Albanian Prime Minister’s refusal to release a Serbian man who murdered an Italian boy. Prime Minister Giulio Andreotti has announced that Italy stands behind Albania’s decision and will continue to honor our decades-long alliance. Count Dino Grandi, leader of the Italian National Party, has called for Andreotti to deploy troops to the Montenegrin border in order to protect Albania from a possible Serbian invasion.​

 

[jole875]

Baghdad, January 1972

"We have come to the conclusion that the Khim'Er'Sha in this region have become lax and are not upholding their defenses, a strike force with air support could possibly make headway here and press into the territory." The general that sat across from Faisal was young and easily convinced, but he had a spark of tenacity. "Young man, we have probed the east of Africa for a decade, it isn't about taking a piece of ground, it is about winning this war. Too many men of the Caliphate would die to gain so little, and then the beasts would push us out again. I commend you for taking the initiative but it is best that you continue looking for noncombatant targets, we want these beasts to feel the terror they made us feel. Go." The man stood and left, he was ashamed for his mistake.

A large map of Madagascar was set on a round table in the middle of a large conference room. Men within the room were conversing and shaking hands, drinking glasses of water and American soda "Coca Cola". When Faisal entered the room the men went quiet and bowed their heads,"Sit my friends, sit, we must speak immediately." Faisal sat at a decorated seat in front of the table and reached for a knife on the table. "Simply put we will be advancing our efforts in the Indian Ocean, to get a foothold on stable land near South Africa we will be liberating Madagascar from the grasps of barbarism and infidelity. Fleet General Zahid has been briefed and he will need full support of the Army and Navy. After this meeting General Zahid will hold a brief conference with select staff." Faisal paused then looked to the end of the table where a bottle of Coca Cola was sitting, cold and sweet. "Send word to the Americans that we want a briefing on their ships, decommissioned or otherwise. We are looking to buy." Again Faisal stopped and looked to his left, to his assistant. "Send word to our Allies, let them know what we are doing. Make it clear that it will not be endangering any of our other plans. Halt the advance on Turkey and Iran." Rising up, Faisal stabbed the map of Madagascar and yelled out,"Allahu Akbar!" The conference room roared with battle cries and commendations.

Vulkan Lives

Outside Baghdad, January 1972
"Who are they?" Faisal asked an Army Officer. "Murderers, rapists, and kidnappers mostly, a few of them are deep in debt and are having it cleared to save their families from poverty." Faisal nodded and smiled, he looked on a group of nearly five hundred men bowed in prayer. They had volunteered to unrelentlessly attack the Khim'Er'Sha at the border, if you are convicted of a crime you have the choice to take up fire and sword and repent through battle, or in the case of some, to clear huge debts. These men would not survive, they would go into combat and die; but in the eyes of men and of God, they would be free and righteous. Even a mother whose son was murdered by a man, would view him as a saint if he took this path; because a billion sons had been lost to the aliens and fighting for their sake was the path to paradise.​

 

[DarkianMaker]

The Frisian Times, International Release, January 1972
The Greater Frisian Dream coming closer?

President Martijn Krabbe addressed the press earlier this week to announce that under his leadership our government will set out on a diplomatic campaign throughout Europe and the rest of the globe to further the ideals of cooperation, liberty and prosperity. No exact details have been disclosed yet but the President promised that the first project will set about to create something the world has never seen before to the amusement of critics who revel in the lack of transparency. On the other hand several academic experts anticipate a move towards a treaty with the Franco-British Union and the Federal Republic of Germany to open borders and economic cooperation to alleviate tensions with our neighbors. What these diplomatic projects will do and what fruits they will bear remains to be seen and all we can do is wait and hope our government's plan succeed in making the world better for us all.

Presidential Residence, Brussels, January 1972

The president stood in front of the current map of Europe in the planning room and pondered the current geopolitical scene of Europe. He just had a long meeting with his cabinet concerning their external plans. They had agreed to propose a summit between the nations of Frisia, the Franco-British Federation, Germany, Scandinavia, Finland, Italy, the Balkan Federation, the Intermarium, Switzerland, Czechoslovakia and Ireland about the possible future of an economic treaty between them as they were all nations grounded in democratic values who could do well in cooperation. It was then that the phone ringed and he sighed as he found peace hard to acquire in his busy schedule as president. He picked up the phone and was greeted by the voice of the Frisian Ambassador to Germany.

"Mister President, a member of the German government was shot and killed, I strongly urge you to consider a more involved position." The voice of Gabriel Lemáire spoke solemnly on the other side of the line.
"I see." Martijn Krabbe replied as he pondered the situation for a little while whilst looking at the flag of the republic. Some 40% of the nation's population was ethnically German and would certainly disapprove if their government left their kinsmen across the border in such escalating instability.
"Mister Presid-?" The ambassador began but was interrupted.
"Inform President Neufeld that he and his people have our deepest sympathies and inform him alongside our invitation to the economical summit that we are prepared to lend military, material and political aid in helping their country stabilize in light of the escalating violence. We as their neighbor and friend will do everything in our power to help them." Martijn Krabbe then said decisively.
"Of course mister President, I shall see to it." The ambassador replied before hanging up the phone.

The president closed his eyes as he leaned on a chair. He could not afford to lose Germany as a democratic neighbor, it would put Frisia and its dreams of bringing humanity closer together at risk. But at least they still had an ally outside of Europe. Which reminded him that he had to give the go ahead on negotiations with the United States and Japan about the very recently introduced FNA Minimi whose production licenses would certainly be interesting to both Frisia's ally the US and their old trading partner Japan. He looked at the clock and muttered before he got back to work. "It's not even noon yet."

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[timbothy]

Balochistan, Iran and Afghanistan, January 1972​

Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose, after repeated warnings and orders to Afghanistan and Iran, has finally ordered the Azad Hind Fauj to take action. Moving into southern Afghanistan and southeastern Iran, the military marched in ready for any opposition but declaring their intentions of peace. As said by the Netaji, "This is not an invasion, nor is it a declaration of war. It is in fact the opposite; a mission of peacekeeping and liberty for the Balochi people. The Balochi people are an Indian people, one who should be with their brethren in India. The Iranian and Afghan governments have tyrannically denied the Balochi people the right to a simple and democratic referendum, and so in order to right this wrong I have ordered the Azad Hind Fauj to enforce the values of democracy and self-determination. A democratic and fair referendum shall be held in the coming days in which the Balochi people shall be given the option to rejoin their brethren in the rest of India."

As declared, eight days later, ballot boxes opened across the occupied area, allowing the people to vote on this question: "Do you wish for the Balochi people, as an integral and beloved part of the greater Indian culture, to be reunited with their brethren via political union with the nation of India?" Two days later, the results were announced: In Sistan and Balochistan province of Iran, the vote passed by 94%, while in the occupied regions of Afghanistan it passed by 53%. While the Azad Hind Government has claimed the referendum was fully democratic and representative of the will of the people, there are some suspicions, especially the decision to strip the vote from all citizens of the city of Kandahar who protested the occupation. This move was supposedly done to punish violent looters and rioters, but in essence it only denied the vote to the majority of the population and limited the voter pool to just Balochs of the city. There are also rumors of threats, suppression, and ballot stuffing, though none have been proven. With this, India has officially annexed the Sistan and Balochistan province of Iran. In Afghanistan, the border is as follows: Everything south of the Khash river in Nimruz province, then a straight line drawn to the merger of the Helmand and Arghandab rivers, then all territory south of the Arghandab river in Helmand and Kandahar provinces. The Balochi locals celebrate, but the non-Balochs are highly suspicious and worried of their new overlords. Afghanistan and Iran are outraged, but do not have the strength to fight the annexation.

Conference of South Asian Nations, Colombo, Azad Hind, January 1972​

After months of preparation, the Conference of South Asian Nations has been commenced in Colombo. Here, Netaji Bose plans to bring together his most ambitious project before he finally retires. Moving slowly up to the podium and being assisted by his daughter, Anita Bose, the Netaji addressed the gathered representatives of people from all across South Asia. "Friends and comrades, we share a common bond that is rivaled by no other region in the world. We form a unique center of culture, progress, and innovation that surpasses the so-called 'civilized West'. The West has proven itself violent and dysfunctional for many years, its nations constantly bickering and fighting. When the outsiders came and devastated our world, they abandoned us, caring not if their fellow man were slaughtered by the invaders. We, however, stood united. We fought off the alien menace and made made our own nations, strong and free from the chains of imperialism. We fought off colonialism from Europe, Japan, and Alien alike, and united we made our own path, a shining path forwards. My friends, I believe it is time we stand united again."

Bose cleared his throat before continuing. "Citizens and Representatives, I propose the Anti-Imperialist Mutual Prosperity and Security Concord. This sweeping system of treaties would create a strong alliance in South Asia, cooperative in mutual benefit and defense and united against imperialism, whether it comes from Europe, Russia, Japan, or even the stars. This would include joint defense efforts, opening of trade between our nations, loosening of migration restrictions, and sharing in social and technological progress. This would be a revolutionary alliance, one the likes of which our world has never seen. It would bring bounty to all its members, and safety and wealth to their citizens. My friends, a chance like this comes once in a century; I offer it to you now." The initial members invited to the AIMPSC are Sarawak Maeteris , Nusantara Kent , the Phillipines Sylvio , Brunei, Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia.

 

[General Deth Glitch]

Brazil January 1972

Dom Pedro has announced that planning has begun for next months Carnival, the biggest national event of the year. Large scale preparation is underway to ensure the security and safety of the Brazilian people during the intense week-long celebration as well as government officials looking into ways to try and minimise hospitalizations during the Desfile do Galo da Madrugada. Money has been allocated from the various city budgets and as well as Judges being announced for the various massive competitions, most notably those in Recife and Rio. In preparation, the Army is undergoing its yearly training to help it assist the police forces in case they get overwhelmed during this time.

The 72nd Motorised managed another success in the State of Goiás against the Christian far-right uprising there. Supported by the Air force and the 6th and 8th Infantry brigades the 72nd managed a series of quick strikes against key locations held by the Communist revolutionaries that formed from an extremist section of the Social Christian Party. This success follows a small series of defeats as the government failed to quickly mobilise forces in the region. The Uprising has come about after a decade of reforms shifting the official government stance away from being Christian toward being secular as a large portion of the nation follows other religions such as Candomble. A small Christian minority that wants to shift back to a more conservative stance and to restore the government's Christian heritage. It is mostly member of Portuguese descent hoping that this shift we will result in the Portuguese becoming more entrenched as a ruling class as they have lost that year by year and while they are still generally more financially and politically connected than other populations of brazil they have been slowly on the decline as a reaction to this they formed a powerful political party which many deemed was unable to achieve their goals, leading to this rebellion.
This Victory is not absolute but has pushed the insurgency out of the central regions and toward the Argentinian and Paraguayan border with some even further west almost to the borders of the Andes. While the goal is to remove them entirely there is a worry that if the situation is improperly managed they could retreat into those nations to continue the fight from beyond the nation's borders and so the government has began talks with Argentina, Paraguay and, as a precaution due to their close proximity to any potential fighting and as there is a chance they will also use the mountains along the Andes-Brazil border, they have contacted the Andes government.
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Brazil is also sending envoys to the Franco-British Union and the United States to discuss the status of Guyana and Guiana and ask if the powers will help ensure fair democracy in the young nations there as well as looking to form potential allies and trade partners so that Brazil can be considered a western power and provide support from Spain should Argentina attack Brazil as well as to invite them to Help Brazil with its dream of stabilising and bring democracy to South and Central America, a land with a deep and entrenched history and culture of corruption, dictators and wars without real cause.
Vulkan Lives RayPurchase ​

 

[Space_Kaiser]

The Kremlin, Moscow, Union of Soviet Eurasian Republics

Asmik Ilyich starred out of the Kremlin complex into Moscow. He had ascended to power only a few weeks ago after the death of his predecessor and teacher, Valerian Romanovich. Romanovich will forever be enshrined into Russian history as the man who brought people of different faiths, ethnicities, and nationalities together for a common cause. For 30 years, Ilyich's predecessor ruled the U.S.E.R with a benevolent hand. Creating an economy, military, and an entire nation from almost nothing. Now, what should he do? Asmik had been on the sidelines for the last six years, studying and learning from Romanovich, but now that he was actually at the seat of where he once sat made him unbearably nerve wreaked. To say that the full weight of the situation had caught up to him is an understatement, it's as if he was at the bottom of the sea. Despite this, day in and day out, Ilyich pushed himself to be the leader Romanovich groomed him to be.

The most pressing issue that Romanovich never accomplished, the acquisition of lost lands after the war with the Khim'Er'Sha and the Revolution. The most notable of these lands is the city of St. Petersburg. now in Finnish hands. Another notable area of interest is the Commonwealth. While Romanovich was still alive preliminary negotiations were underway with these two nations. For the Finnish, the most agreed-upon proposal was that all land would be ceded back to the U.S.E.R except for Karelia and Estonia and that St. Petersburg become an independent city-state guaranteed by the two nations. The U.S.E.R sent a message on diplomatic channels requesting the Finnish opinion on this proposal and if a treaty revolving around it should be drafted for both nations. As for the Commonwealth, negotiations are still underway. Currently, The Union is asking for northern Belarus and, like with Greater Finland, a message was sent to the Commonwealth asking for their opinion on this matter.

Interactions: Greater Finland ( Skyenagowa ), Commonwealth ( Thrace )​

 

[Inactive User 002]

Skopje Prime Minister's Residence

It all seemed like a normal day Prime Minister Alexander where he would look over bills that had been rewritten several times. Call up a few of his fellow senators to try and get them to support or block a certain bill. Of course he was still looking into foreign alliances he could make however the problem was an alliance may seem provocative to certain nations. Plus finding the right kind of ally who shared enough of your ideals for the people not to criticise you would be hard in this day and age. Though there was interesting proposal from the Frisians about an economic treaty and he would definitely be sending someone to the talks. Maybe that would be a good starting point towards a greater alliances. Thankfully he had time to think about that and would worry later as now it was time to go out for a well earned lunch.

Just as he was getting his coat on his door opens with an almighty bang as his army advisor General Ivan Barkov burst in. This had to be bad as Ivan never rushed anywhere as he usually walked around at a leisurely pace with an unreadable calculating face. Alexander sat down as he saw the general motioned for two of his soldiers to sweep the room for listening devices even though that was done daily by his own security. Alexander had to admit that Ivan was very paranoid man but in his line of work that was probably for the best. Once the all clear was given Ivan motioned for the men to guard the door which Ivan locked when they left. Lastly Ivan motioned for Alexander to flip the switch under his desk to enable the counter surveillance devices. In grave tone Ivan said "Military intelligence has reported that Italian troops are massing against the Serbs and looks like they will be focusing on Montenegro." Alexander was pale and shaking asking "why now what provocation could they possibly have?" Ivan answered in regretful tone "Apparently they are using the death of some Italian boy as justification." Ivan truly didn't want this to be real as he knew what this would likely mean war and while that was his job he never liked sending soldiers to die. What came next was an epic torrent of swearing from Alexander about how the Serbs could be so stupid and the Italians so hungry for land they would use such a flimsy excuse.

It took almost half an hour before Alexander was able to calm down and think over the options that General Ivan had placed on his desk. Reading through them Alexander realised his friend had been planning for such an incident for a long time. With a land route down to the Federation a war against the Italians would be much harder to win. They just couldn't knock Albania out of the war and deny the Italians there beachhead into their lands. The report was definitely furrow as it listed several options even the fringe possibilities were given consideration. Getting Serbia to join the Federation was definitely a nonstarter and he didn't much like the idea of a preemptive attack against the Italy and her allies. It would definitely end up being an extremely bloody war with victory being far from certain. They could invade Serbia themselves and set up a government but it's unlikely Italians would accept it plus they would loose a lot of military strength. No the best course of action would be either to side with the Italians or secretly fund the Serbs. Then again if he could get some defence pacts then they might not even need a buffer state anymore. He also knew the perfect place to start as this economic summit would have representatives from all over. Speaking in a commanding voice Alexander announced "Ivan make sure to have our forces bolstered on the Albanian and Serbian borders so I can keep my options open. Also I will need you vote in the Senate as my proxy as I'm going to Frisia immediately. If the war starts in Serbia and looks like it will drag on I want you to prepare for plan final liberation."

 

[Skyenagowa]

Greater Finland 1972, January​

President Urho Kekkonen and Prime Minister Teuvo Aura sit in the presidential office discussing the future of the nation. On today's agenda, strengthening diplomatic relations with their neighbors, issuing responses to requests and invitations, as well as preparing a full statement to the people of their nation. Urho, already in his 70s, stood up slowly from his chair and made his way across the room, to the window. Standing at the large paned glass, he looked out over the streets of Helsinki, gazing out over the city, he spoke up. "About the answer to the USER. I will approve of their request with a minor change. Of the requested Leningrad Oblast, all land to the north and northwest of St. Petersburg will remain in Finnish control. The rest of the terms are agreeable." The man turned to look at his Prime Minister and gave him a smile. "I believe relinquishing St. Petersburg, while a blow to our population, will ease the tension within our own borders. Inform them of our response please, and I would also like you to inform Scandinavia of the recent events. Now, what's the next agenda? The request from Greater Frisia to join the European Summit correct?" He asked, looking towards the Prime Minister, who gave him a nod. "That is correct sir, I feel we should accept this offer. Joining with our neighbors in Europe would be in our best interest sir." Urho nodded as he listened to the input. "Understood. You are correct. Joining hands with them can only benefit us. Send them the response as soon as you get to your office."

Teuvo stood up and nodded, taking his leave. "Understood sir. I shall take my leave now so I may send these replies." Upon entering his office, he drafted the two replies and one message to Scandinavia.

To USER

Good sir, Asmik Ilyich. I Prime Minister Teuvo Aura, on behalf of the Finnish President, Urho Kekkonen, am responding to your previous request. We would like to accept your offer. However, we are not willing to cede the Karelian Isthmus. If we wish to better aid the new City-State, we must have a direct border with them. All of your other, already stated requests are acceptable.

Prime Minister Tuevo Aura

To Greater Frisia

Dear friend President Martijn Krabbe. We have received your request for us to join the Summit. We feel this could benefit the continent and the world as a whole. We accept your invitation wholeheartedly.

Prime Minister Tuevo Aura

To Scandinavia

Good day, Prime Minister Anker Jørgensen.

Our nations, being sister countries, have aided each other in good times and bad. This is why I write to you today. We have been in negotiations with the USER and we feel we have come up with a compromise that both sides will approve of. However, we wish to have your aid in this matter. St. Petersburg is to be relinquished from our lands, as its own City-State. The USER and Greater Finland are both to protect it. We respectfully ask for your aid in the defense of this newly independent state.

Prime Minister Tuevo Aura

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Casa Rosada, The Palace of the Caudillo #85340AFF
Buenos Ares
06:44 AM

The doormen rushed to prepare the path for the quickly walking uniforms. They were not permitted to ever run in the Palace of the Caudillo. The last man to do so had not scurried these halls in months. Their respectful march was as close to it as they could risk, their hats held beneath their left arms, their brows equally sweaty from the humid early morning weather. The weather, and of course the stress. Ascending the main staircase in unison, the "klack" sound of their in tempo heels meeting the marble steps, reverberated off the walls, the beautiful art, the sculptures and the busts of the highest in the party. Finally reaching the doorway. The final doorway, they stopped. Here there were no doormen waiting for them. Those who open this final door were inside already. And they would not concern themselves with the haste of those who would enter. They would concern themselves only and eternally with the One who would allow entry. Re-affixing their hats, squaring their shoulders and placing their hands at their sides, the men waited... and waited... as the sweat moved down their temples, mixing into their beards and stinging their eyes.

26 HOURS EARLIER - General Deth Glitch

Commander Matias Garza sat upon the back of the personnel transport, smoke rising from his lips, periodically obscuring his sunglasses. It was early morning, and the sun had not risen yet, but he preferred to wear them nonetheless. Flattery got him this far... Well... Flattery and cruelty. He stood out from the men around him. Where they were ready for the terrain, he seemed more suited for the luxury of higher stations. No boots, he wore beautifully designed Italian leather shoes, polished to a shine. No camo, he wore a uniform decorated in the manner befitting one of great influence.

They were north, nearing the border with Brazil. The patrols had been adjusted as the Caudillo had instructed. The men were set to watch for the crossing at other places along the line, the guard doubled at strategic points. But just north of here, along the valley which would funnel anyone cross at this particular point towards the impromptu camp... the border was quiet. Not too quiet, mind - but enough so to allow for an opening. Arriving at the camp, Garza got off, calling for the men to ready themselves. "Brazil wants not these rats. As they scurry off their sinking ship, we will be the awaiting ocean. Ready to drown them with our unwavering and merciless attention. You have your orders. Ready."

13 HOURS EARLIER -

"STOP! STOP!" The manager shouted as the emergency stop at the plant brought the machines of war to a halt. They had run out. The altercation at the mines had drawn some of the resources away from industry. The unions had ensured him that the supply would not be interrupted. But then again, if they had said that he would have needed to inform his supervisor at the plant. Who would have needed to lie to his. Making a quick calculation, he turned to his notes. If they did a double shift for a few nights then they could make up the backlog when the delay was allayed. He picked up the phone. "Sir. Yes. We are well into production sir. We will deliver in three weeks as promised." His hand shaking, he placed the phone down, before calling down the line. "Evening. Yes. You better get a shipment to me before end of week. I am filling out a report right now." He put the phone down before the man could respond. He pretended that he could not hear the whimper on the other side.

2 HOURS EARLIER - High Moon

The room was dark. The sun would rise within the next few hours, but for the moment the room, utterly resplendent in its opulence, was draped in shadow. Laying in an over-large bed was a woman of exquisite beauty. Sitting at a desk some feet away, was a man with dark eyes and an even darker stare. As he watched out onto the city with unblinking eyes, he inhaled even more smoke. "Of course, my friend." He spoke in quiet, confident tones. His deep voice rich with assured power and calm. "I can not wait to see him. He must have gotten so big." .... "I should bring him a cigar! He is a man now." .... "Ah, must remember." .... "Naturally." .... "Your insights serve you well. I did call on the matter." .... "Surely not as obvio-" .... "HA! You are right. I give them more credit than I should. Eternally the optimist." .... "Their little meeting? Quaint. Will we speak with our friends on the matter?" .... "I won't give quarter. You won't ask that of me." .... "Understood. And I can rely on..." .... "Naturally." The man on the other side must have made some sort of comment the speaker found humorous, because he laughed out loud, waking the woman in the bed. She looked up, before quickly getting up and walking to the door, slipping out, closing it behind her. "You made me wake my wife." ... "I know, I should not take calls in the room. But you know me, once I get to the office I have no hope of returning to bed." .... "I will contact them." .... "Of course, I won't. The temptation is there, of course." .... Another laugh. "See you my friend. My your endeavors prevail eternally. Save on the racetrack!" Another chuckle. .... He then put the phone down, before clearing his throat. "You will return to bed." His voice raising just loud enough to be heard through the wooden door. It swung open, and the beautiful woman returned to bed, quietly. She lay down, facing away from him. Speaking softly. "Will you sleep again?" The room was quiet for a bit more. "No." She nodded, before closing her eyes.

------------------------------------------ Am Vya General Deth Glitch

The military officials stood quietly, their eyes burning, the morning heat intensifying. As time broke down upon their convictions, their breathing becoming uneven and labored, the doors finally swung open in unison. A cool breeze rushed from the large open office, the roof lined with large fans that kept the air moving in lazy swirls of humidity,

Immediately walking in, their heels echoing in unison once more, they stood, three abreast, looking towards the central figure. The large room was filled with maps, with art, with pieces of information scattered about. It smelled of smoke, of alcohol and of ink. The large wooden desk was devoid of a patron, but they looked toward it nonetheless. The only other figure, save the two guards that had opened the doors, stood by the window. He looked out over his city. His country, thinking as he often did. As the sun rose higher in the sky, it reflected in his sunglasses, before he sighed out.

"Gentleman. I had a dream last night." He spoke softly, so much so that the ones in the room had to focus to hear him. His contemplative tone did not relax them. In fact, it made them tense up. He had been thinking. It was rarely a good sign. "I was in the forest. My powers were mine, and I represented over the course of the moments and yet all at once the will of this land. I saw the threats, and I rose above them. None in the forest dared oppose me. For it was my forest. My land. Me." He let the words linger in the air for a moment more. "A large bear lingered high above me. It was in its domain, but it smelled the honey... the sap... the sweetness I owned. So greedy in its own rich lands that it spent foolishly its wealth, so that it had to convince the rest of the forest they owed him theirs." The three remained quiet, breathing out lightly. Not saying a word. "Some bent to its will. Its words were loud for its paws were big. Some gave in willingly. Some resisted. As I did." He breathed out, smoke rising from his lips, obscuring his face for a moment. Casting him in shadow. "The bear could not attack me.To do so was to show its claws to all those who had come to believe him kind. They may try and keep it from him. So it sent a green viper instead. Down a tree it came." He stood quietly for a second, before turning to the men in his office, walking closer.

"I grabbed it by its head, clasping its jaws and carried it away. But the bear had worked the viper into a frenzy. It bit me, even as I was trying to help it. I crushed its head. Even as its venom coursed through me I pitied it. For the act was not of its making. The bear had gotten its wish." He sat down at his desk. "The snake was his friend after-all. Now it had the right to come seek vengeance. And all the other animals would thank him for it." Reaching over, he poured himself a drink. "It is crazy, no? How sometimes dreams make no sense." He laughed, enjoying the effort they put into joining him. "Report."

The first man stepped forward. "The Mirage is on schedule, my Caudillo. We will be producing our full number during this month." He stood, keen, proud. Awaiting praise. "We send only enough resources to make them, yes? There is no... waste?" The man nodded. "None at all sir. We are utterly efficient in this matter, as per your instruction. All excess steel is sent to our allies in Europe." He nodded, taking another drink. "The incident at the mine, shut it for a few weeks no?" The man nodded. "Which meant that the steel that would have resulted from that time-frame was delayed as well? The furnaces can't run without ore, yes?" The man nodded again... a bit slower. "Yet you have been informed that there is no delay. And no waste. And everything is on schedule... while there should not be the resources needed for such expediency." The man nodded, his sweating increasing, despite the cool air blowing down on him. "Where did the steel come from?" The man opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, but was silence with a raised hand.

"You have a liar in your assembly line. Find them." He turned his face to the next. As the other rambled on his information. It did not take a long time for him to think over his morning reports. "I have sent word to Brazil. Their stupidity and ineptitude will not be humored. Garza has been sent to the border. They will catch the spillage." He closed his eyes for a moment. "I won't allow any chance that this be used against me in the future. Send word to Brazil. I am sending fighters to patrol the border. Make sure they know about them. I want eyes all along that border. If they cross, Brazil has confirmed that they are hostile and we have their express permission to remove them from our lands. Report on any and all militia and encampments set up along." He thought for a moment. "Insist that they remove forces along their side of the border. Present it as their benefit. Since their side looks so uniform, it hinders our ability to intercept or interpret movement. I don't want any wasted resources spent on mistakes." The man got up, walking back to the window. "Contact Avalrado. I want to speak to his king."

 

[Thrace]

Commonwealth of the Three Crowns
Rzeczpospolita Trzech Koron
Республіка трьох корон
Trijų karūnų Sandrauga

"Floreat unitas"

Spoiler: Message to the USER

Ever before the times of the Khim'Er'Sha Invasion, the peoples that now form the Commonwealth only desired to live in peace and brotherhood with the peoples of what is now the Union of Soviet Eurasian Republics. All our peoples were living under the Czarist yoke, and much like the Communist Party led its people to revolution, the peoples of Poland, Lithuania, Belarus, Latvia, and the Ukraine fought in their own struggle for freedom, against Czarists and aliens alike. The Commonwealth of Three Crowns was forced by blood and by the desire of its peoples to live in freedom and equality, under the same flag and laws, united and yet free.

The people of Belarus have willingly chosen to become part of the Commonwealth, and it is very difficult for us to even consider the possibility of ceding Northern Belarus and its people, since it feels as a betrayal on our side.
However, the Commonwealth remains committed to attaining and maintaining peace in Europe at all costs. We would be willing to start discussing a potential solution to our border issues if the government of the People's Federation of Eurasia is willing to take concrete steps towards the deescalation of tensions and the establishment of a lasting peace. As the first step of such negotiations, the Commonwealth would like to ask the esteemed leaders of the USER about their opinion in regards to the possibility of the establishment of a non-aggression pact between our nations, and the establishment of a mutual demilitarized zone on both areas of our shared border.
The government of the Commonwealth would also like to clearly specify that any result of our negotiations would firstly have to be voted upon in the Commonwealth's Parliament.

Regards,
His Excellency, August Zaleski, Lord Regent and Steward of the Three Crowns

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[Space_Kaiser]

The Kremlin, Moscow, Union of Soviet Eurasian Republics

Asmik Ilyich and his top advisors were assessing the U.S.E.R's geopolitical position, attempting to locate any possible allies as well as enemies. The first immediate alliance prospect is with Finland and the Commonwealth. Some military commanders believed it to be in the best interest of the Union to annex the entirety of both nations, to spread the glorious values of communism, as well as further establishing the U.S.E.R's position on the world stage. To Asmik, they were nothing but old men with broken records as voice boxes. Romanovich had made it clear to these same generals that such an option must not be exercised, and determined to follow his example Illyich would take the same approach. "I do not understand why comrade Romanovich would choose this inexperienced man as the next leader of our dear nation. If he had half a brain he'd make it clear that one of us should be in that seat not him." The general who instigated this topic said. Ilyich was none too pleased to hear this. He was normally a silent man, always burying his head into paperwork like we were doing now while also listening to those around him. In a rare moment of outward anger, he slammed his fist onto his desk, shocking some of those around him. "You dare speak lightly of the eternal secretary himself! He may be gone, but his will still exists inside me. Valerian Romanovich chose me as his successor for a reason, and I will make sure to follow his example. You speak out of line again general and I will make sure you will not see the light of day again!" Asmik bellowed. Those outside the General Secretary's office could hear his shouting. One could assume the devil possessed him for those few seconds considering his normal demeanor. Everyone was silent, not wanting to further anger him any more.

This was broken when one of his top advisors cut the dense air. "As we were discussing sir, most of us believe and alliance with Finland and the Commonwealth would be most beneficial to us. The Finnish have accepted our proposal, so long as they have a land connection to St. Petersburg. Setting up an alliance with them should be easy, however, the Commonwealth has made it clear that they do want to relinquish the requested land. Just like us though, they are determined to settle peace on our border." The advisor said. Asmik looked over the papers containing each nation's responses. He silently nodded, his anger seemingly dissipated. "Send a message to both nation's detailing my response."
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To the Republic of Greater Finland:

To whom it may concern, the Union of Soviet Eurasian Republics accepts your addendum to the proposal. We here in Moscow celebrate this action as it now cements a bright future regarding our two nation's relationships. To make things official we invite President Urho Kekkonen to Sochi in order to sign a treaty affirming our decision, as well as a potential alliance. We have also invited the Commonwealth of the Three Crowns to attend this historic meeting. We eagerly await your reply.

Sincerely, General Secretary Asmik Illyich.


To the Commonwealth of the Three Crowns:

To whom it may concern, the Union of Soviet Eurasian Republics understands the hesitation by the crown and her citizens. As a show of good faith, we shall diminish our initial claims. We will no longer ask for Minsk, but instead, pull the line back to Vitebsk. We also offer a non-aggression pact, a guarantee that our nations and their successor states never declare war on one another again, and the demilitarization of our border. We also offer a trade deal where in exchange for agricultural goods, we shall provide natural gas and oil. We also offer an invitation to President of the Council of Ministers Vincent Žuk-Hryškievič to attend a summit in Sochi to sign a treaty affirming this deal as well as a potential alliance. We have also invited the Republic of Greater Finland to attend this historic meeting. We eagerly await your reply.

Sincerely, General Secretary Asmik Illyich.

A message was also sent to the United Kingdom of the Andes and the Australasian Union regarding trade deals. The union has offered natural gas, oil, and military equipment to the United Kingdom of the Andes in exchange for access and deliverance of silver, gold, and copper. A non-aggression pact was also offered. In regards to the Australasian Union, in exchange for tungsten and tin, the U.S.E.R offers military equipment and a non-aggression pact.

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[Slav]

Mid-January 1972
Thomas Kelly, Canberra, Australia
The recent events that have transpired in India have been of some worry for the government. An anti-imperialist alliance would prove to be a threat against the country and its citizens. Standing alone would do no good for the nation. With great reluctance, the isolationist nation would have to vy for support from neighbors and alike who's common interest in containing this aggressive foe hopefully will bring them together despite ideological differences. Thomas reached for his phone and quickly dialed a number. "....Hey.....No, it's not about New Caledonia. I want you to contact our ambassadors in the U.S, Japan and Nusantara. I want to see if a defense pact is possible.....Ah huh.......well, it's worth a shot George, I have some reservations too but we're talking about a nuclear power whose intentions are obviously against are own. I'm pretty they're not too happy the situation as well..... Alright...... if any developments arise, call me first, okay?...A message....from who? The Soviets...... what's their terms......that's seems easy enough. Notify our ambassador in Moscow to contact their government and tell them that we accept the terms. Anything else? Alright, contact me if anything goes wrong...bye." He put the phone down and retrieved a cigar from his desk. Cuban... possibly the best cigars he has had. He grabbed a match from his matchbox in his desk and struck the side of the box lighting the match. He lit the cigar and put out the match, throwing it on the ashtray on his desk. All these new developments were making his head spin. Things seemed like they were only going to get more chaotic in the upcoming months.

New Caledonia in the Coral Sea
Explosions could be heard in the background but not from warfare, but mining operations. Ever since the Australasian Government took over the island, rapid expansion of mining went on without any issues. The natives were being subdued by the Army and effectively were no longer an issue. The mining companies were importing many workers from the mainland to fill their needs. The companies had a policy of not employing natives to be in good standing with the government. In response, the government helps in their endeavors on the new obtained islands. Quite a simple process. Recently, the new governor appointed to govern the island has started a plan to give out land to misplaced white africans. Some have taken up on the offer, much of the land taken from the natives given out to either corporations or citizens of the nation. This process was seen in New Guinea, the Solomon Islands, Fiji and now New Caledonia. It's expected to continue on much of the islands of the Pacific.

Brisbane, Australia
It was a happy day for the city. A military parade down the main avenue was the talk of the city, an armored brigade participating in the event. The roar of the Dingo's engines could be heard as it made it way down the main street, many cheers and whistles from onlookers could be heard. This is the first parade that the recently developed main battle tank has participated in and the first time the vehicle came out in a show of force. The hopes of the government are the newly upgraded vehicle performs well against its counterparts. Only time will tell, for now, it will be paraded around the streets to give the civilians a moral boost, national spirit has never been as high as it is now.

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[Kersey]

Kingdom of Italy

Il Popolo d'Italia
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In response to the recent outbreak of ethnic violence in the Serbo-Albanian border regions, Prime Minister Giulio Andreotti answered MP Arnaldo Forlani's calls for action and deployed the 4,200 men of the Tridentine brigade of the Alpini to Albania. These soldiers have been tasked with monitoring the border situation and creating the necessary conditions for a lasting peace in the area. Following the announcement, the Italian Foreign Minister denounced the United Balkan Federation's troop build-up along the Albanian and Serbian borders as "exploitative", "disgraceful", and "dangerous".

Zurich, Switzerland​

Serafino Constantino nervously paced around his drafty hotel room as he awaited news from his lawyer regarding his application for asylum. Every second was driving him more insane and he didn't think he could take it much longer but he knew he couldn't go outside. They might be out there, watching, waiting, and if they saw him he knew that they would kill him without a second's thought. He felt stupid, so incredibly stupid for what he did. Why couldn't he have just shut his eyes and went on with his day? Why did his moronic sense of honor and nobility drive him to do it? Ugh, he would give anything right now for this to just be a dream, for him to wake up in bed at his home in Monza, with the smell of his mother making breakfast in the kitchen, and the sound of cars driving past on the road outside. If only... He'd never be able to return to Italy, he didn't even know what would happen to those relatives he left behind. He felt like a selfish, idiotic bastard, but he knew somewhere, deep down, that he had done the right thing.

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Three weeks ago, a sailor on the RM Benito Mussolini, an Italian aircraft carrier and the pride of the Regia Marina, glimpsed something as spectacular as it was frightening. Having ignored the ship-wide command to return below deck in order to sneak a cigarette, he became an unwilling witness to the reentry of an Italian rocket from sub-orbital spaceflight. Yet he wasn't the only one who saw the fiery object streak down from the heavens, the undisclosed sailor subsequently spotted multiple men in uniforms departing the vessel on a helicopter engraved with the yellow, red, and green flag of Iberia, the last dictatorship in Europe. The presence of Iberian military officials on board the deck of the carrier can only mean one thing, that this was not the test of a satellite launch vehicle, but of an intercontinental ballistic missile designed to deliver an atomic warhead. When asked for a comment, the Italian Ministry of Defense denounced the claim as preposterous and a complete fabrication, reaffirming the Kingdom of Italy's commitment to non-proliferation and the peaceful use of nuclear technology.

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[Nyq]

January 1972
The State of Great Xing

Reconstruction Efforts in West China
While most of China had been reconstructed over the past decade, the scars of the Unification War are still prominent in West China, where the war only ended three years ago. The Generalissimo had recently ordered for the reconstruction of the destroyed infrastructure. A new railway linking Zhengzhou to Urumqi was to be constructed in stages, the first stage being the Zhengzhou-Xi'an railway. The new railway was to be a standard gauge railway, as part of China's railway standardization efforts. The Generalissimo had also allocated funds to reconstruct the destroyed houses and buildings in the cities of West China, such as Xi'an, Lanzhou, Xining, Urumqi and Kashgar, with promises that the displaced people of those cities, who had lived in refugee camps for decades, some being displaced as early as the Alien War itself, will find themselves living under roofs within 3 years. While the reconstruction is planned to be mostly a Chinese efforts, any foreign country that wishes to invest in West China may do so, with the approval of the Generalissimo of course.

Standardization of Chinese Railways
Alongside the reconstruction of West China is the effort to standardize the Chinese railways. All railways constructed from now on are to be those of the standard gauge, and any existing railways that are not of the standard gauge, which covers all railways constructed by the Guangxi, Nanking, Shanxi, Fujian, and Shandong Cliques, covering at least 8,000 kilometers, are to be scrapped and rebuilt. The costs associated with this effort is costly, and thus, only a few railways at a time are going to be standardized, starting with the Fuzhou-Xiamen railway and the Nanning-Beihai railway.

The Reclamation of Kokang
The Generalissimo, glorious may he be, has managed to negotiate the return of the Kokang region from the Burmese government. The region had been settled by Southern Ming refugees during the 17th century, and would eventually come under the rule of a line of hereditary chiefs of the Yang clan under the Qing government. Unfortunately, the region would be forcefully taken away from China by the British during 1897 with a treaty, and it's populace would be isolated from their mother country for nearly a century, until today, when the Xing State and the Burmese government signed the Sino-Burmese Friendship Treaty of 1972 after months of negotiation, where the Kokang region would be returned to the Xing State. The region's overwhelming ethnic Chinese population would celebrate this day, when they were reunited with their motherland. The Kokang region would now be a part of the Yunnan province as the Kokang county under the Lincang Circuit.

Hanyang Arsenal Reopened
The Hanyang Arsenal, the oldest small arms factory within China, had just been reopened after the necessary machinery, imported all the way from Iberia, had just been successfully installed just a week ago. The arsenal, having suffered tremendous damage back during the Alien War, was basically abandoned for years before the Generalissimo ordered it to be rebuilt back during four years ago. After four years of work, a large, new factory had sprung up in it's place, and soon, the venerable Hanyang Arsenal would once again churn out thousands of arms for the defenders of China. The Hanyang Arsenal would produce the CETME Model 58, an Iberian battle rifle that was licensed to the Xing State by the Iberians.

Military Purchases
In order to modernize the Xing military to help prepare it to defend against the enemies of the nation, the Generalissimo had just contacted the United States and the Commonwealth to purchase ships and planes from the former, and tanks from the latter. It is hoped that the Xing would be able to have three cruisers produced in American shipyards, and to purchase 30 of the newest fighter designs for the northern border, where tensions run deep, as well as the Commonwealth's about-to-be-retired T-55s to enhance the strength of the XAF.

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Wuhan Established
The Generalissimo, noticing the close proximity of the cities of Wuchang, Hankou, and Hanyang, has decided that the three cities shall from now one become one city. The new city is to be named Wuhan, after the three cities that made up the new city. The Generalissimo believes that by combining the three cities into one, the Xing government can save the funds needed to run three city-level governments, while increasing the efficiency of the local bureaucracy. Long live the Generalissimo!

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[doodleSM]

Uranverein Facility, Outbacks of Australia, 1972​

Under invite from the Australian government, a group of German scientists was transported to Australia to develop Uranium uses for nuclear power. This effort was funded partially by the Nazi Party and the Australian government. A large portion of proceeds from various charities in Munich and Berlin went to the Uranium Project effort. Herr Albrecht Wolff, Nazi scientist had begun to test theories of nuclear power. As instructed by previous Nazi nuclear physicists, Heisenberg and Braum, Wolff's experiments were in secret. The NSDAP is currently assisting Australia in nuclear research.

The research efforts of the Khim'Er'Sha reverse tech were a dead-end for the Nazis. However, practices and race theories began to spring up about the Aryan Race. Perhaps the destiny of Germans was beyond Earth?

the Road to Minsk, 1972
Die Welt Newspaper:​

Several large militias from Germany entered the Commonwealth en mass. These right-wing militias, armed by the Nazi Party are traveling to Minsk. The right-wing politicians openly condemn the actions of the Russian government. "The Bolshevik beast will not pounce on the sovereign land of Commonwealth people." These militias are donned in black uniforms and kevlar, they wear newly modernized stahlhelms, and have modern German assault rifles (G3s, HK41s, etc). The leader of the Nazi Party, Herr Reinhardt Ehrmann, said: "It is not a crusade against the Bolsheviks, it's deterrence."

Meanwhile in the Commonwealth countryside...​

Sturmmann Matthias Seyfried was in a truck with various other SS irregulars. The morning was grey, dull, and clouded. The sun hid behind the clouds and barely pierced the veil.
"Have you heard, Eckehard? The SPD dogs went to the European Summit." Matthias remarked cynically.
Eckehard sighs: "I'm more impressed with the rumors of our victory in the next election."
Matthias smiles. "Right, then the Nazi Order will be ready."

The truck reached it's stopping point at a small Nazi rallying camp... Several quickly made prefabricated buildings were put up with swastikas painted on the side... The Nazis were ready for Bolshevik incursion.

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[RayPurchase]

The Franco-British Union

Gibraltar Monitoring Station



The Rock. For 250 years it had stood as a symbol of British victory in Europe, the very visible spoils of the War of Spanish Succession, guarding the entrance to the Medditteranean. Despite disputes with the Spanish of its ownership since the day it was ceded to the British, it had long escaped any sort of military conflict. The overworldy invasion had changed this of course, the hordes sweeping through the ill prepared garrison as they had begun their conquest of Europe.

It was not the British who returned, but the troops and ships of the newly formed union with France. Gibraltar had become the gates to Europe, caught unaware and effectively defenseless. They had vowed this would not happen again. Far above the dock and the starkly modern concrete structures lay the web of Victorian and older fortifications, carved and hacked into The Rock itself and the surrounding hills. The Moorish Castle was the oldest of these, dating back to 700AD, the oldest fortification on The Rock. Deep below the castle was an altogether less obvious line of defence, clues could be seen mind you, satellite antennas and more primitive radio broadcasting towers snaking their way up the stone walls.

Corporal Smith rubbed at his eyes as the cold green glow of the computer screen flickered over his face. 2 hours off his shift left, if he was a betting man he would have bet a handsome sum that he wasn't going to see anything, same as the 5 hours before, and the 4 weeks before that. He tapped his pen against his teeth, his desk was but one in the cavernous office, carved from under the earth. A vast web of surveillance systems, the best protection was knowing exactly what your foe was doing. Suddenly the green tone changed, a small pinprick of red began to pulse. The tapping stopped and Smith leaned forwards, his eyes glancing over the data and the map which was slowly generating. With a few taps of the keyboard, the map of the Medditteranean focused in, one grid blinking. He hurriedly pressed a button under his desk, and within 10 seconds the Duty Officer was hovering over his shoulder.

"Report Corporal"

There was no ceremony or wasting of precious time, not here.

"We've had a launch detected Sir, judging from the current projected trajectory we're looking at low orbit."

The Captain nodded, snatching a printout that was generating.

"Do we have a confirmed location,"

"That's the thing sir, it's coming off the peripheral sensors, it's not coming from them," There was no need to elaborate who them detailed.

"Estimated launch point coming through now,"

The printer spat out a final page. As his eyes glanced over it the Officer was already making his way back to his desk, he was only a few steps away as the phone began to ring, he snatched it up. Already nervous glances were being sent his way from the other banks of computers.

"I can confirm our instruments are reading the same. Launch has been registered on the periphery, so there is a room for error. I can confirm no test has been scheduled Grenoble. We'll maintain monitoring on The Continent, make sure this isn't connected," He placed the phone down, the noise reverberating about the room. He cleared his throat and glanced back towards the desks, however their occupants had already turned back to their screens.

50 Miles West of Corsica

The alarms were blaring loudly across the decks and rooms of the UNS Formidable. What had been envisioned as an easy deployment following a new refit was rapidly turning into something else. Admiral Chenaut ducked his way through the doorway, it was already a hub of activity, and most of the bridge crew made no apparent movement as the watchman called out "Admiral on the Bridge,"

By the time he had taken position by the mass of charts in the centre of the rooms, his First Lieutenant was already by his side, handing him the report which had provoked the furrough.

"Reports in from Missile Defence Station Grenoble. It has also been confirmed by Gibraltar Station, missile launch detected from Grid Sector 7, that makes it Italian in origin, however the Black Watch are continually monitoring the situation to the south to make sure it isn't anything related to the continent. Initial projectory has it landing in waters to the East of Corsica, however they are initial estimations currently,"

Chenaut's thin grey moustache ttwitched as he read over the report. For decades the doctrine had been that the threat lay to the south, academic belief was that humanity would bound together more than ever. It appeared those academics were being proven wrong.

"Inform the Admiralty that we are steaming towards Corsica at full speed where we are to hold position 2 nautical miles from Italian Territorial waters. The second Destroyer Flotilla headed up by the Missile Cruiser Louvre will take position at the Straits of Bonifacio. I want Air Station Corsica to scramble all jets, and I want all our Harriers ready on deck to take off. They are to intercept and shadow any possible incursions into our waters or air space."

Already several hands were already jumping to his orders, calls made to the flight deck and engine crews, not to mention the other ships and further affield to London and Paris. Chenault was glad to see that not a step was missed by any of them, their training serving them well. Unless this proved to be a mistake, he hoped that training held strong.

EBC Television Studio, Paris (Entente Broadcasting Corporation)

Lawrence Edwarsa shuffled his papers nervously, using the moment to catch his breath and collect himself. 12 hours had passed since the warning sirens had gone off. He had just finished presenting the News at 10 and had been halfway home on the Metro, surrounded by revellers on their way, the scantily clad Fauna of the Paris Nightlife. It had been 2 hours of terror. Doors long sealed had been opened, and under the panicked eye of the Metro workers they had flooded down into those deep level tunnels. There were always drills, but this was clearly different, unplanned, real. The tension could have been cut like knife, the sobs and cries of the terriffied populace filling the tunnels. Was it happening again, all these years of peace come crashing down.

It hadn't of course. The all clear had sounded and within minutes of getting home he already had the Director of News and Current Affairs on the line, he was being drafted back in for the 8am Broadcast, they needed the face of the news broadcast, and by the time the 10pm slot came back round, anything could of happened. He looked up towards the cameras, the count dialling down to live. He took a final breath, closing his eyes and centering himself. Opening them as the count hit one.

"This is ECB news at 8, I'm Lawrence Edwards. We continue our coverage of last night's events which are unfolding in the Tyrrhenian Sea. The Ministry of Defence has revealed that a missile launch was detected of Italian origins. It has been claimed that they were neither notified or warned and have denounced the Italian launch as 'provocative in nature given the shared status of the Tyrrhenian Sea'. Shortly following this detection the UNS Formidable and the majority of the Medditteranean fleet assumed defences positions around Corsica. Sources within the Ministry of Defence day that this is simply another step by the Italians in development of intercontinental weaponry.

The Prime Minister will be speaking live from Versailles at 10, however it has already been reported that the Italian Diplomat has already been summoned by the Foreign Office, and the United States and Greater Frisian heads of state have already been notified and discussions with them are ongoing.

The Defence Ministry have also made it clear that there is no evidence to suggest that this is not related to the Khim'Er'Sha despite original rumours stating otherwise. We go to our Italian correspondent Ferdinand Cousteau live in Rome for the response from the Italian Government,"

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[Am Vya]

El Reino de Los Andes
Pac T'Inki Rikch'aq Suyu Anti
"Por fe, por rey y por patria! Dios esta con nosotros!"

The Government Palace, Lima, United Kingdom of The Andes
Prime Minister Velasco entered the office of King Juan Carlos I, giving a respective bow before he begins to speak. "Your Royal Majesty, I bring news from the Argentine State. Their Caudillo, Jorge Rafael Videla wishes to meet with you for discussion." The King stood from his desk and made his way to the centre of the room, turning toward Velasco. "Do we know what they wish to discuss?" The Prime Minister shook his head. "At this moment we do not Your Majesty, it may be about the situation with Brazil or even the border in Chile." Juan Carlos pondered for a moment before turning to face the windows out of the Palace, looking out upon the sprawling city of Lima and in the distance the Pacific Ocean. "We shall meet with Videla, notify the Argentine government. You may go now Velasco." He motioned toward the door with his hand, and the prime minister gave another bow. "At once Your Majesty, thank you." He quickly exited the room and would send the news to the Argentine diplomats.

To The U.S.E.R​

To The Foreign Minister of the U.S.E.R, Mr. Avdeyev Yeremey,
The United Kingdom of The Andes has thought upon your governments offer to supply our nation with development of our natural gas industries and military modernization in exchange for increased trade and access to the vast mineral wealth of the Kingdom including Gold, Copper, Silver, and other such valuables. We have come to the conclusion that such a deal is favourable to the Kingdom, and we are willing to accept this deal, we also will be accepting the offered Non Aggression pact. We hope to work closely in the near future with the Union of Soviet Eurasian Republics and her people.

Signed,
Foreign Minister José Gregorio Paz-Soldán

Military Camp Near Concepción, Republic of Paraguay
With the threat of Brazilian rebel groups crossing over into Paraguay or the Andes both nations military's have mobilized to various extents. The 27th Infantry Division, 11th Infantry Division, and 6th Motorized Division were mobilized along the Paraguayan-Brazilian border to monitor day and night for any fleeing rebel groups. Colonel Manuel Ruiz de Pancorvo had been placed in charge of the group and worked with local Paraguayan forces to establish a series of outposts and patrol routes near the border. The Brazilians had confirmed that if these rebels cross the border the army is permitted to do what is necessary to ensure its safety, and so the Andeans waited, ready to pounce on whoever would dare cross into her ally. As well as this helicopters performed aerial patrols in the less forested regions along the border. In the Brazilian-Andean border itself local militias were working with the army to watch over, although it would be harder due to the region being very densely coated in jungle.

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[Vulkan Lives]

Washington D.C. January, 1972
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Secretary of Defense Melvin Laird let out a brief sigh, as he pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a quiet curse. This month, was, to put it lightly, a stressful one, to say the least. It began optimistic enough, 1971 was a good year economically for America and another successful joint training exercise between the Japanese and United States Navy. Then, it all went downhill from there. Two deaths, a politician in Germany and some stupid kid in Albania, turned Europe into a powder keg. And to make matters worse, the Italians felt it prudent to test out an ICBM right after they moved at least a whole regiment to the Albanian border. Melvin Laird wasn't a pacifist, not by a long shot, but he did have hopes of reducing the defense budget, so that funds could be allocated to places that'd better America, such as infrastructure bills, or NASA, or better yet, the pockets of everyday Americans, in order to stimulate some kind of growth in preparation for less prosperous and peaceful times. Earlier today, diplomats had left the USA on-route to Europe, to help with negotiations, and support had already been declared for the Franco-British Union in the matter.

Melvin Laird looked over towards another set of reports on his table, one having to do with Franco-British fleet deployments in the Mediterranean and another having to do with Indian aggression in Persia and Afghanistan. It had already dawned on him, that perhaps that boat had already left port, so to speak, and that the era of relative peace that reigned after the war against the alien invaders was about to come to a violent end. The Secretary of Defense, along with President Nixon himself, were some of the last people who wanted to involve Americans in foreign wars across the globe, but it was their duty, above all else, to protect the interests of the United States, and that meant dealing with its rivals through any means necessary, including direct military action, although that would be a last resort. In just a few hours, he would be meeting with a congressional committee about a major increase to the defense budget, and even though he would've preferred to put the money else where. Even if the rest of his day was going to be taken up by delegating with congress, Laird managed to get at least a few things done.

The sale of old, mothballed warships had been approved for the Caliphate, and the sale of similar things to China had been denied, both of which he had personally ruled on, as per Nixon's orders. On top of that, the Army would begin testing of a Dutch gun over its own models, although, there was skepticism if a foreign model would be chosen over a model made in the United States, if for no other reason than American Bias.

He stood up, looking out the window and onto the city of Washington itself. It was a cloudy and gloomy day, something that Laird found somewhat befitting. He knew very well what all this could mean, considering Nixon's campaign promises. If security could not be ensured in the world, so close to his election, he'd surely lose, and the incumbent president had stiff competition indeed. Senator Russell B. Long, one of the most influential names in the senate, and likely the most popular democrat since at least Kennedy. He was wildly popular across many different demographics across the United States, and was a far better orator than Nixon is. Even in more stable times, he'd be a tough candidate, made easier to defeat only due to his relatively extreme ideas in terms of government spending, but, now that seemed to work in his favor. The secretary wondered silently to himself, if he would even have a job in Washington come next year.

Havana, Cuba, January, 1972
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Ambassador Albert Callahan stepped out of the plane, as he adjusted his glasses which slipped ever so slightly down his nose as he disembarked, clutching a briefcase in his free hand. Butterflies jumped in his stomach as he took several deep breaths. The negotiations he was taking part in were of the utmost importance, and, to quote the President himself, there was absolutely no room for failure. Ambassadors from multiple Central American and Caribbean nations had gathered in Havana for talks about an economic pact, between them and the United States. There was skepticism from them, as was only natural, as doing so would put them firmly within America's sphere of influence, and even if the benefits would be great, as seen with Canada and Mexico, there were still many who would prefer neutrality and splendid isolation, and it was Callahan's job to dissuade those concerns, and bring them "in the fold" and naturally, he was anxious. Originally, it was not supposed to be him, but the damn Europeans and their warmongering meant that diplomats were needed overseas, along with the diplomats leaving to work out a potential alliance with Australia, suddenly left him to the task alone.

He had rehearsed what he was going to say hundreds of times, he read about each diplomat present as much as he could, and though of specific ways to get through to them, and he was about as prepared as much as any single man could. So, as soon as he met with the first Cubans to greet him off the plane, he pushed down any nervousness he had. It was showtime, and he'd be damned if he would choke on what was supposed to be his moment of truth. He put on a warm smile, as the Cuban man said "Welcome to our Island, Ambassador. I hope your flight here was comfortable!" in a cordial tone, as the two shook hands. Callahan nodded and said "Yes, I always enjoyed flying, and its a pleasure to be here on your wonderful Island." So long as Callahan got going, he was a very good negotiator, and that is exactly what he and the President was counting on, and what would hopefully see the talks end with Central America and the Caribbean close allies with America.

Hollywood, January, 1972
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"CUT! Do the scene again, move the Camera more to the right, get her left side is more clear in this lighting!" David Harris groaned and muttered "fucking christ..." beneath his breath, as he started to work with the rest of the camera to move the equipment again. When he first got this gig, he was ecstatic, it was a great honor to work with Kubrick, arguably one of the great directors in the history of cinema, but he had come to regret being a part of this after realizing just what it was like to work for a perfectionist. Just like the rest of films, this film was going to be visionary, a real masterpiece, and, if the rumors were true, this film would be even greater than Kubrick's previous films, but that'd make the filming process any less tedious or exhausting, especially for the camera crews. Still, he wasn't going to complain, this film would shake the industry, and apparently, the whole modernized world with it, and he would be a part of that, of the team that created what was going to be a true work of art, and Kubrick was right, it needed to be perfect. Once the Cameras were set up again, Kubrick ensured multiple times, that everything was perfect, before finally giving the call to start filming a take that almost everyone assumed would just be another throw away.


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[Kersey]

Kingdom of Italy

International Defense Accord​

After several weeks of secret talks, delegations from Spain, Italy, Croatia, Albania, the Saudi Caliphate, Australasia, Germany, Czechoslovakia, the Commonwealth, China, Argentina, and Chile have arrived in Rome to sign the International Defense Accord. By signing the International Defense Accord, parties commit to peacefully settle disputes between each other, to work to pursue their mutual interests, and to come to one another’s aid when called.

Tyrrhenian Sea
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Lieutenant Ulderico Della Porta furiously scribbled into his notebook as the latest orders streamed in through the telephone. The communications mast above him violently rocked back and forth as the ship tore through the choppy, black waters ahead. It was one of those nights where you couldn't see anything more than a few meters away, where the wind threatened to blow you off the ship if you didn't hold on tight to the railing, where your balls would freeze off if you stayed out for too long. Della Porta was pissed and tired, yet his duty came first. He slammed the telephone down and turned to face the Rear Admiral, "Sir, Admiral Torrisi has ordered the Second fleet to enter the Strait of Bonifacio, we are to follow." Borghese looked out across the bow into the storm and smiled, "Let's go get these ugly sons of bitches."

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[DarkianMaker]

The Frisian Times, International Release, January 1972
Harlich Mueller Reactor fully operational!

As of today the brand-new Harlich Mueller Reactor, the first nuclear power plant in Frisia, has cleared all of its tests and inspections and will begin full operation providing the Frisian peeople with a great additional source of power. Economists predict this to allow for another economic boom for the Frisian industry all along the Rhine. The nuclear power plant has come from domestic research, development and construction as research into nuclear energy began in the latter half of the Alien invasion and has since gone through many tests and prototype reactors, it is something to feel proud of as all Frisians.

Frisian-German border, January 1972

After a green light was given by the German government for Frisian military aid it didn't take long for the Armed Forces of Greater Frisia to mobilize multiple divisions in no time to deploy into Germany. Countless armored personnel carriers, military cargo trucks, infantry fighting vehicles and light vehicles roll into Germany along several major highways escorted by the Bundespolizei to their respective destinations. The 9th, 13th, 17th and 22nd Mechanized Divisions, the 44th Engineer Brigade, the 2nd Air Cavalry Division and 7 Military Police Battalions have been sent to aid the German police and army in subduing the political violence in the nation and bring back stability to the region. Each Mechanized Division is assigned to a zone where they will assist the Bundeswehr in their stabilization efforts whilst the MP battalions are embedded with the Bundespolizei and police departments in the large cities of Germany. The Air Cavalry Division is set for the Brandenburg region to operate from an airbase there for rapid deployment and support for the German capital. The 44th Engineer Brigade on the other hand are tasked with assisting German engineers in setting up the facilities needed to house the Frisian troops and then help in German infrastructure projects.

The only units not moving via the roads are Commando groups 3, 7 and 11 as they move by transport helicopters. Group 11 is sent to set up a training mission in the Brandenburg region to help the German government form an elite anti-terror/insurgency unit and train it without putting more strain on the Bundeswehr. Groups 3 and 7 are headed to undisclosed locations from where they will work on finding and taking out terror cells of any political affiliation.

All in all, quite a sight to behold and hopefully it will mean that peace will reign supreme for the time to come.

Presidential Residence, Brussels, January 1972

President Martijn Krabbe felt a mild headache arise as he was briefed on the quickly growing tensions in the Mediterranean Sea between the Franco-British Union and the Kingdom of Italy. Whatever was going on there was absolutely not good for peace and stability in the region and he felt like Frisia should step up to the plate to be the voice of reason. Already Franco-British diplomats have urged his government to condemn what they described as an unauthorized ICBM test by the Italians and now some of his staff were echoing that same message.

"Enough. We will not cast our condemnation at the address of one of our European neighbors before we have even heard their side of events, even less so when they like many others have accepted our invitation to the European Trade Summit." He said in a calm but strict manner which caused his staff to cease. "We will ask both the Kingdom of Italy and the Franco-British Union to halt any military buildups and or maneuvers and come to neutral ground to talk about this matter rather than potentially escalating the matter and causing a war among the nations of Europe." Some of his staff murmured some agreement to that. "We are not aiming to get involved in this conflict but we will remain committed to the ideals of peace among humans." He then turned to his secretary. "Maya, I will need you to stay behind with me as I need to direct some diplomatic overtures once more." She nodded and remained as the rest of the staff were then dismissed.

"Let's start first with the messages we intended to send before this meeting, beginning with Brazil." He said before he provided instructions for the Frisian ambassador there to inform the Brazilian government that they wished to open negotiations for a trade treaty but also for some fleet basing rights so they have a safe port to refuel at for their African Observation Fleet. General Deth Glitch

"And now Australasia." He then said as he then began dictating instructions to the Frisian ambassador in Canberra to inform Thomas Kelly that their offer for a shipment of FNA FAL-2's was accepted and that the shipment would arrive post-haste and that if the new weapons are satisfactory to the Australasian Military they will discuss a production license agreement. Slav

"Now the Chinese government." He said before he gave careful instructions to the Frisian ambassador to Nanking to express to the Chinese government that the Frisian state would like to extend some more technical assistance in helping the Chinese economy progress like they had done during the war against the aliens if the Chinese would accept it. Nyq

"Let's continue with Nusantara." Once more he gave instructions, this time directed at the ambassador in Jakarta to instruct the Nusantaran government that a formal apology is underway for the way the former nation of the Netherlands had conducted itself in its colonial holdings in Indonesia and that they wish to open trade talks. Kent

"The Saudi Caliphate next." Soon followed by his instructions to the Frisian ambassador to Baghdad to inform Faisal bin Abdulaziz Al Saud's government that Greater Frisia wishes to sell them more arms for the defense of the Suez and that several Frisian investment groups wish to invest into oil companies in the Caliphate. jole875

"And now to the two sides of the flashpoint in the Med." He says before giving instructions to the Frisian ambassadors to Italy and Franco-Britain that the Frisian government wishes to diplomatically intercede on the growing tension around Corsica, asking for both parties involved to pause any movements of fleets and armies near each other's territories and instead come to the table on neutral ground to resolve the issue with words, not violence. He also makes sure to instruct the ambassadors that they are to inform the two parties if they feel like Frisia isn't impartial enough they each can also invite another country as well to the table to mediate. RayPurchase Kersey​

 

[Space_Kaiser]

The Kremlin, Moscow, Union of Soviet Eurasian Republics

Just as Asmik was about to head to Sochi for the meeting with Finnish and Commonwealth leaders, he was notified of a startling event. Germany, Italy, China, the Caliphate, Australasia among others have joined together in an alliance called the International Defense Accord. The most worrying part is the Commonwealth's joining of the alliance. Germany and Italy are nations that the U.S.E.R does not get along with. Intelligence reports came in describing Nazi militias entering the Commonwealth from Germany, shortly before the IDA was signed. For the first time since the civil war, the Eurasian Soviet Armed Forces were set to Alert 2; Readiness for War. Multiple battalions were alerted and put on standby, with a message sent via underground intelligence requesting that if any royal partisans existed U.S.E.R aid is ready. The Finnish were alerted to a more secure and secret location for the treaty signing. Following this announcement the Japanese announced their own alliance, the Allied Treaty Organization, to counteract the IDA.

This has effectively put the U.S.E.R in a crossroads. On one hand, the nation can remain neutral and watch the chaos unfold before them. On the other, they can pick a side an ensure world peace. For Asmik Illyich, the choice was obvious. In an unprecedented move the Empire of Japan, Azad Hind, and Franco-British Union were sent messages requesting non-aggression pacts as well as mutual defense pacts. The United States was also sent a message via diplomatic cable for the first time, with the U.S.E.R requesting that in light of recent events the two nations should set aside their differences and work together to face this impending crisis together. This message was also sent to the other nuclear powers of the world, in a bid to unify them for the sake of world peace. The Finnish were also assured that if they were attacked, the U.S.E.R would support them.

Asmik Illyich has sent a clear message to the rest of the world: the Union of Soviet Eurasian Republics has sided with the free world and ATO, albeit without formally joining the alliance. All trade agreements with Australasia were ended, the U.S.E.R now offers itself to an open trade deal with the Empire of Japan and Azad Hind. The Union also openly condemns the Italian missile launch and demands that their missile program be halted until further notice. The Eurasian Soviet Armed Forces, aka the YSVS, has sent a substantial amount of it's forces to the border with the State of Great Xing.

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[timbothy]

Calcutta, Azad Hind, February 1972​

Following the creation of the Anti-Imperialist Mutual Security and Defense Concord, negotiations with other major anti-imperialist powers has yielded major fruit. A tripartite alliance of Japan, the USER, and the Azad Hind has been announced, known as the Eurasian Security Coalition. This alliance is less comprehensive than the AIMSDC, for now focusing on mutual defense and less so on domestic matters, but it has the potential to unite the peoples of the world for a brighter future. The AIMSDC is now a bloc with in the ESC, and has been renamed the Indo-Pacific Defense Concord. It will serve the interests of the original AIMSDC members more specifically while still being a part of the greater ESC. As part of this agreement, India has opened many of the trade restrictions kept with the USER, and after decades of enmity cooperation between Japan and the Azad Hind has been restored, with joint exercises planned for the near future. Speaking from Calcutta, the Netaji was quoted as saying the following: "It is a great day when the great powers of India and Japan can work together again in the interest of the freedom of all Asian peoples, just as they did during the invasion decades ago. Finally, two brothers in anti-imperialism and Asian solidarity finally reunite; the two Asian tigers roar as comrades rather than as foes."

IPDC Declaration Concerning the Oppression of Indo-Pacific Peoples​

"Addressed to the Government and Military of Australasia:

Following serious violations of human rights in illegal colonies held by the Australasian nation, including but not limited to: murder of native peoples, displacement in favor of settlers of European genetic origin, disenfranchisement of minorities, and deprivation of work and basic necessities for native peoples, all of which together indicate full genocide, the Indo-Pacific Defense Concord with the full backing of the Eurasian Security Coalition hereby issues the following demands in order to preserve the rights and prosperity of the native peoples of illegal colonies held by Australasia:

1. That the five nations of Papua, Bougainville, the Solomon Islands, Fiji, and New Caledonia be granted full and undisputed independence, including removal from Australasian spheres of influence;

2. That all illegal colonists and settlers sent to displace the natives within the last five years be returned to Australasia proper;

3. That all land, property, and capital seized from native peoples and granted to said illegal settlers, as well as Australasian businesses and corporations, be returned;

4. That all Australasian military forces on relevant national territories be evicted immediately.

Failure to comply with this declaration will solidify the Australasian government's support for and active efforts in a targeted and barbaric genocide, and confirm their position as not a reasonable nation but as a Rogue State with dangerous intentions and complicit in genocidal activities. This declaration is backed by all members of the IPDC and the ESC, including the USER, Japan, the Azad Hind, the Phillipines, Sarawak, and all allies of these states."

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