June, 2008; The might of the Azrican 'Seven Council' collapses under withering strain following the Civil War; the nation fell into a crippling internal depression, the Azrican Military quickly assumed a strict control of the nation.

March. 2009; The Global Economy turns to shambles as the Azrican Cay drops in value, enormously. Overnight, nations fall into the global depression following the Golden Decade. Azrica hits the bottom months before the following world, and subsequently looses it's nation-states to the south. Which succeed to form the Bolshok states.

September, 2009; Azrica responds to a terrorist attack on the border-nations of Rohk with a stunning Military offensive. Hundreds of thousands are committed to the war effort over the course of three months. The Bolshok states are quickly decimated; their military's incapable of sustaining prolonged combat with the Azrican Military. The Azricans leave within two months of victory, creating a perfect vacuum of space that is filled by the Militia of Freedom.

December, 2012; The Azrican economy staggers back onto the global market, a simple shell of it's formal self, but bustling with activity over it's newest victory in the Bolshok states. With it, returns the Aciremian and Caspian economies become a powerhouse of churning market-might. Pipelines open to both Azrica and Caspia over the course of days as Azrican cays flow openly into Caspian wallets.

June, 2013; A new era of "Azrican Expansion" occurs, wherein the economy literally doubles in power as Azrica taps in to the minds of it's young and unlocks the true secrets of Nano-Technology. Azrica becomes a fraction of it's formal self within the next months as it prepares to assume it's throne on the Market once more.

January, 2015; The Military successfully resigns from it's dictatorship-control of Azrica, handing power to former Republican Army General Charles DeGaul. Within weeks, the Azrican Military begins an expensive retrofit program using funds provided from the Global Market. Millions join Service there-after, guaranteed a light of shining glory in the powerful Azrican Military.









"In Azrica, today -- The Azrican Military has completed it's retrofit program, pushing into service the venerable SHV-55 'Arbiter' Main Battle Tank. The vehicle is designed to withstand a one hundred and five -- " The vehicle rolled across the screen, the shaking image obviously taken by a cowering cameraman as the bustling tank rolled forward; the dual cannons and the sleek silhouette of the cumbersome vehicle was an imposing figure. That much was certain.

"We've -- We've got some good stuff lined up on the rack right about now. I'm getting a good pay, family's eating healthy back in Corchak."
"So, you're this Azrican soldier. What is it you think is the most valuable in this world? I mean, what -- why -- where's the sense in the Military?"
"That's a good question. Azrica ... Is -- Azrica's a country worthy fighting for, I think. This is where we've lived, and we've made this country what it is."
" -- What advice you have for anyone wanting to join the Armed Services?"
"Go. Fuckin'. RA!"
"We -- Can we have cursing on here?"






Eight years had passed, eight years of this country sliding into the depression. Our nation stood among the strongest of the nations in the world. We hold the strongest Military, our power stretched across the breast of this planet. In months, our mighty land collapsed. It feel to it's knee's, dragging with it the rest of the world. Our citizens watched in horror as rioting tore the beautiful landscapes and heritage of this nation apart as the world quickly followed suit in the downward spiral of poverty. We vowed that we would never allow our children to see times like this, yet we failed. Our objective of a peace for our next generation was whipped away in the blizzard of strife and pain overnight. The Seventh Council collapsed, and all seven fled into exile along the chain of islands that flanked the Eastern coast of Azrica, the Military assumed control shortly thereafter, and installed the consistency regime that would pull Azrica through the inferno.



Rohk, the Bolshok States. 120 Kilometers from the Azrican-Rohk Border

'Go!" The Sergeant yelled bitterly, the Private at the door gave a nod; his face obscured by the lightweight helmet as he sent a quick kick into the door, the flimsy material of the wooden bulkhead crumpled from the force and broke open as the Private readied his rifle, the compact AC14R, and moved inward. Followed to the rear by the Sergeant, and two Corporals.
"Check left!" One of the Corporals yelled as the distinct clack of the firearm roared through the room. A crippling yell rang through the house as the Insurgents were blitzed by the squad; the group of four soldiers quickly scattering the resistance throughout the house in a matter of minutes. Sergeant Koufhman spun on his heel as a hail of rounds punctured the nearby wall, the often illegitimate aiming of the Rohkan insurgents would usually reveal their positions to their more trained and equipped Azrican counterparts. This situation was no less different. Koufhman quickly took aim, the cold and durable frame of the AC14 cradled into Koufhman's hands as he fired a single shot, the powerful crack of the weapon reverberating through the confines of the run-down house.

The powerful Directed Exhaust engines of the Sundeval Ti67 Directed Exhaust Aircraft boomed loudly as the Ti67 swung low over the battlefield; the radio-chatter increasing greatly as the transport moved over the skies.
"Roger AC-Two, this is Jump-1 approaching Evac-Site."
"Copy, Jump-1. You have clearance to extract requesting squads, over."




March, 2015


Arhur & Maren International Journal, Azrican Military forces successfuly locate and seize a large weapons cash believed to be used by Rohkan soldiers outside the city of Kirkusk, in northern Rohk. Near the Azrican border. Seen here is an M4 Carbine, retrofitted with a removed stock and a drum magazine. Above the M4 is what appears to be an AK-47, exported from Bazhrakistan, a nation known for it's cheap, affordable, and durable weaponry. Azrican professionals have not particularly traced the origin of these weapons on the Azrican continent, but it is suspected that the Militia of Freedom had a powerful hand in equipping the Rohkan insurgents with firearms.




Hykan International News Association, a rag-tag group of Rohkan rebels, shown right, rest after sporadic firefights with patrolling Azrican Marines. The proper training and clear tactical superiority of the Marines is somewhat incapable of stemming the flow of Bolshok insurgents flooding to the state of Rohk to wage their own war on the Azrican Military. Lately, the Department of Representatives has attempted to push a Call to Arms through to the Prime Minister; Charls DeGaul, which would allow a roughly twelve percent increase in manpower to the Rohkan Rebellion.

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Northern Pacific, 200 KM Off the Coast of the SDRC; 1640 Hours

"Copy that ACCS Argos, position is noted. Hope you enjoy Capsia!"

"Captain, radar is picking up some shit on the horizon, no ID, no nothing. And it looks pretty small; RHIB sized."

"Ignore it; it's probably just someone's yacht."

"Argos, you okay there?I heard some shit about radar contacts on the horizon."

"Control, we're fine. Just fine -- WAIT!"

"Radar contacts are entering visual range, they look like... shit... Cretans... Is that a patrol boat, and some RHIBS... I'm getting the 'binocs."

"Argos, it's probably pirates. Be on guard."

"Copy that, now we can handle this from here."

"They're still not stopping."

"Get the gun. EVERYONE, GRAB A WEAPON AND GET READY. WE'VE GOT PIRATES!"

* Several Minutes Pass *

* Gunfire *

"Ah fuck! I've been hit! Fuck! Co-ords are... aghh..."

* More Gunfire & Static *

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Thessaloniki Post-Dispatch.
The recent upsurge in piracy along the Aciremian coast, due to the recent collapse of the SDRC government, prompted the Aciremian Coast Guard to put two dozen more patrol boats into service along the southern coast. An ANF official commented that""This was a a vital move in protecting Aciremian shipping from the scourge of Cretan pirates. We're doing everything we can to stop the problem at it's source, but we still have to protect our own waters from piracy"." The Navy also announced plans to divert several cruisers from CONPAC to the southern coast. Pictured at right is the ANS Kristos II.

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Thessaloniki Post-Dispatch.
THE ACCS ARGOS HAS BEEN HIJACKED! Earlier this week, the ACCS Argos was confirmed as taken by Cretan pirates, during one of their more daring raids on Aciremian shipping. The current location of the vessel is unknown, and the crew is expected dead or missing. At the time of the raid, the ACCS Argos was on route for Merida Bay, and around 200 KM off the north horn of Crete. Pictured on the right is the Argos, slightly after leaving port from Thessaloniki.

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Nation Herald
Piracy has reached a new high in the North Pacific, as Cretan pirates continue to raid ships of all nations. Several freighters belonging to the Republic Of Crete have been hijacked just inside international waters, showing just how brave these pirates have gotten in the recent months. The pirates have earned themselves a reputation as being incredibly violent and viscous to shipping crews, and seem to be targeting Republic of Crete shipping in particular. The reasons for this are not yet know. These pirates are known for their use of small patrol vessels and RHIBS, taken from the old SDRC Navy.

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To :: All nations, with the exceptions of Imperial Bahzrakistan & The People's Republic of Azrica
From :: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA

The Federated States of Acirema is looking trading and military partners, and welcomes all who would join it for reasons of mutual economic and national defense. The road ahead for all nations will be tremulous, and we would like to secure allies and partners.

We propose an alliance upon the following terms: mutual defense and mutual trade. We urge you to consider these simple terms of alliance, and think about your position in this world.

Signed,

Eric Zdelar

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To :: The People's Republic of Azrican, Charles DeGaul
From :: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA

The FSA is looking to continue trade and diplomatic relations with the PRA, assuming, Charles, that your nation is ready to emerge back onto the international stage.

The conditions are the same.

Signed,

An old friend, Eric Zdelar

A History of the Empire of Sandora

The Islands of Sandora know for thousands of years as a group of Island-States fighting bloodly battles for power on land and sea. In all these wars the two greatest powers wher that of Kazas and Hoax. Both of these where powers on the sea and the land. It wasn't until 500 years ago that the King of Kazas and the King of Hoax joined to create The Emipre of Sandora. Over the next 100 years the whole of the Sandora Islands became part of the empire.

Over the next 300 years the Empire grew under the wise rule of the twin kings as the two rulers were called. but then a new word entered the peoples head. This word was democracy. The people then revolted wanting to be free. in the end the people won and the lands then took the name Republic of Sandora.

This Republic stood for the next 50 years. But then the Stock market of Sandora crashed and soon the senators from each island started to fight with themselves for power and wealth. These actions lead Sandora into choas and lead to the rise of the Imperial Sandora Party.

The Imperial Sandora Party (ISP) gained power though promising the people a safe and powerful nation. There were some though that fought this rise only to be destoryed and branded as Traitors. But the ISP gave what they promised as now the Empire of Sandora is at peace with itself.


The Empire of Sandora is now run by the current leader of the ISP, Kaiser Stephen Graves. He is 30 years old with the build of a soldier as he served in the Imperial legion. He is married to Kaiserin Heather Graves and as one child named Shana. Because of his family values, his wise rule, and the brainwishing ads and papers written by the government, he is seen as a hero in the eyes of his people.


The Imperial Castle in Kazas: Today

To: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA
From: Stephen Graves, Kaiser of Sandora

We accept your offer and wish for years of peace between our two nations.

June, 2008; The fall of the Council of Seven is watched on the TVs of the Caspian people. President Jeremiah Fuller's term ends in only six months. Without the option of re-election, President Fuller chooses to do nothing and plays the lame duck.

March, 2009; The entirity of the world begins to slip into depression. Stocks fall left and right. The newly elected President William Hubbard, never thought the collaspe of the Azircan Council would lead to this.

April, 2010; President Hubbard is able to bring the stuttering economy back under control. President Hubbard lays heavy taxes upon the private oil companies and uses the money to reignite the economy. The Orginization of International Petroleum Companies(OIPC) weren't pleased. With the global economy falling all around OIPC was one of the few groups making a profit. OIPC attempted to raise the fuel prices for Caspia. OIPC returned the prices when the Caspian Automakers began implementing hybrid and hydro-electric technology.

January, 2011; Unable to sit back and watch the world destroy itself President Hubbard chooses to act. Hubbard had fought back and forth with OIPC for the past year. When he requested to lower the export price of Caspian oil the answer was a resounding no. Tired of fighting with OIPC, President Hubbard declares the Placid Oil Fields property of the Caspian people. With this declaration, he sends the 25th Division of the CRA to take the Oil Fields. OIPC wasn't about to let it's greatest asset go without a fight.

March, 2011; OIPC hired an army of foreign mercenaries to defend it's oil wells. The fighting lasted only two weeks with only 10 combat related deaths reported by the CRA. With the Placid Oil Fields in the governments hands the cost of oil worldwide dropped. This single act was absolutely vital in the reconstruction of the global economy.

November, 2012; President Hubbard is relected smashing his opponent by winning 80% of the popular vote. His victory is accreditted to the numerous public works programs he began with the Oil Profits. As the global economy begins to restore itself President Hubbard returns the Placid Oil Fields to the private sector. This act comes shortly after the passing of the 2012 Anti-Trust Act. This Act prevents international monoplies from entering into business inside Caspia.

May, 2014; The Department of Arms imports Azrican Nano-Technology to finish it's Future Warrior System (FWS). Without the Azrican tech the FWS wouldn't have been fielded until 2020. This simple piece of equipment made Caspian infantry some of the most effective in the world. As a gesture of good will and unity President Hubbard offered the technology to the Republic of Azrica.

December, 2014; OIPC still upset over the loss of Placid begins funding anti-Caspia terrorist groups. In Bazhrakistan the OIPC finds a group foolish enough to launch an assualt.

February, 2015; President Hubbard responds kindly to the Aciremia request for an alliance.

To: The Office of Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA
From: President Hubbard of Caspia
Subject: Foriegn Relations with Caspia

I believe the people of Caspia would greatly benefit from a military and free trade alliance between Caspia and Aciremia. It would be folly for the two greatest superpowers on the Northern Pacific to not be at peace. We must set an example for the other nations along the Pacific. Effective immediatly the CCWS watching over Merida bay will began placing Aciremian cargo frieghters in priority and the import tax of Aciremia goods will be reduced from 30% to 10%.







March 17, 2015 0947; The Bay of Merida

"Less than an hour ago a massive explosion rocked Merida Bay." A reporter stood on the Caspian shore with the bay as a backdrop. Out on the surface of the water was a hulk of a ship engulfed in flames. "Reports are still coming in from the CCWS. We do know the ship was a Caspian oil tanker. The CCS Jorgin had just arrived from the Placid oil fields in the North. Appearently it was headed for New Yuric Harbour to unload. Even this soon after the explosion there is already oil reaching the shore. The CCWS is working hard to contain the pollut... Wait I'm getting word now."

The image on every TV in Caspia switched to an overhead view of the bay from a civilian helicopter. "This is a homemade video from aboard a tourist helicopter over the bay." Down below a small boat approached the large tanker. It lingered there hugging the tanker before quickly throttling away. The small speed boat headed off in the Bazhrakistani side of the Bay. "This video appearently shows a bomb being planted onto the side of the Jorgin." The side of the Tanker exploded brilliantly in a mass of fire and metal.

The shot returned to the reporter. She began to describe the scene behind her. In a surpise turn of events another explosion rocked the bay.


March 17, 2015 1030; Caspia City, Presidential Estate

"Ladies and Gentleman the President of Caspia, William Hubbard" The Presidential Press Secretary announced then stepped away from the podium.

"At Nine O'clock this morning a bomb was planted on the civilian oil tanker CCS Jorgin. Forty-five minutes later the civilian cruise ship, the CCS Paradise and the Naval Battleship, CNS Effrit were attacked in a similar manner." The President attempted to arrange the papers in front of him. "Reports are still coming in but early estimates put 55 people on board the Jorgin, 3048 on the Paradise, and 2019 sailors aboard the Effrit." Once again the President stalled by rubbing his eyebrow. He and the nation were both in shock from the seemingly unprovoked attack. "Rescue efforts are under way but the situation does not look good. I've ordered all traffic on the Merida bay to be halted. Navy and Civil Water Service vessels are exempt only to aid in the emergency and enforce this order."

President Hubbard cleared his throat and flipped over a paper before continuing. "Early video evidence has shown the attackers fleeing toward the Bazhrakistani side of the bay. We are not yet certain if these terrorists acted alone or were supported by the Bazhrakistani Government. The National Intelliegency Agency is working hard to ascertain the identity of these terrorists."

"I'm sorry I do not have more information at this moment." The Press Secretary stepped up and whispered in the President's ear. "I've just been informed my plane is ready. I am headed to New Yuric Harbour to oversee the rescue efforts."

February, 2008; Gwarmos's decade of economic prosperity hits it's peak as the GNMC(GwarmosNationalMining Co.) unites the majority of national geoproduction.

March, 2009; Global Depression obliterates the Gwarmosian economy, no demand means no profit.GNMC goes under. Without ample food sources of their own, the entire country falls into a famine.

January, 2010; King Braws is found dead in his bed on New Years morning. Cause of death is never identified. Gwarmos ditiroites into mass anarchy.

July, 2010; Nationalistic pride is raised immensely, due to the efforts of a propaganda genius, Yhall Huk of Inauti decent. Tension of foreigners raises greatly.

October, 2011; Gwarmos closes it's borders completely, all outside contact is halted.

May, 2012; Famine increases, mass reports of the populace resorting to cannibalism spread across the nation. Outside world is still locked out from all contact.

November, 2012; Massive genocide of all people not of Gwarmosian decent begins.

April, 2013 Genocide officially ends, Yhall Huk proclaims, "The land has been cleansed." Isolation is sill in effect. Death toll of genocide is estimated roughly 10 million. A forth of the national population has succumb to starvation.

August, 2013; A crude but effective uprising suddenly sweeps the land, with goals of "Reuniting Gwarmosia."
Their leader, a Neander named Lars Gein.

December, 2013; Lars Gein proclaims himself King, supported fully by Yhall Huk, Gwarmosian populace supports also. Reforms and a rough government is instated, a barbaric code of punishment is installed to quell the anarchic nation. Crops are planted in hope of ending famine.

June, 2014; Gwarmos is back to 70% of their former self, albeit missing a third of their original populace. Famine is officially over, death toll estimated 40 million. GNMC once more raises and mines begin to open again.

January, 2015; Gwarmosian government and military are functioning better than ever, only the lack of numbers makes them less efficient than than the pre depression Gwarmos. Isolation is uplifted, GNMC is producing 65% capacity of former self, the best of their abilitys are more than enough though. King Lars and Yhall Huk procliam the end of the "Dark Time."


PRESENT DAY
A bleak landscape reflected of the tinted lens of a gasmask as the raspy breath was evident just as the ever present ticking of the Geiger counter. Husks of dead trees dotted the horizon, and the soil itself seemed unable to live as it blew around dry and sucked of life. Everything seemed dead or dying here, all a pale shade of chalkish white or deathly black, no inbetweens. The rad suit protected Shnell though, and the gasmask was to protect against anything other than radiation that wanted to kill him.

He pulled out of his pocket a small device, which he held up as if he were looking for a signal. A tiny bleep seemed to be a confirmation as he spun on his heel seemingly trying to calibrate his inner compass to match the one on the GPS. He marched his stout short Neanderthal body across the Yarkland once more. The King wanted this message delivered personally after all.

Soon the same suited man was in a small room with what looked to be dignitaries of diplomatic profession, he pulled forth from his knapsack a old fashion letter, which one of the more important fellows received and read with interest before turning to his colleges and flashing a few hurried and exited signals in Neander sign language. Only the Inauti could speak passable English, but Neanders such as himself did not possess the vocal cords for it. Their attempts sounded like guttural grunts and growls more akin to gravel being ground down than human language. But that was trivial as the messenger was given permission to leave, while the diplomats quickly sent word out to the appropriate places.

Dear Foreign Nations.
The Kingdom of Gwarmos has opened it's borders, and more importantly it's ports and mines, to the world once more. Hopefully peaceful and mutually beneficial free trade can resume between Gwarmosia and the world. King Lars assures that the Kingdoms custom of no restrictions of any trade, save for the trade of weapons exceeding handheld infantry usage, are still in effect.

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To :: The Federated States of Acirema
From :: King Foster II and the Royal Tyron Empire

An economic alliance would be benifical for both our nations and we would like to accept your offer. In terms of a military alliance we have to regretfully decline.

Signed,

King Foster II

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To :: Grand Supremacy of Oc, United Federated States of Trantor, Peoples Socialist Republic of Azrica.
From :: King Foster II and the Royal Tyron Empire

Your great nations are the appropriate distance from Tyron Prime and The Royal Tyron Empire would like to establish trade between our nations. We would like to begin work on transfer pipes between our nations so we can supply a steady flow of energy. There will of course be a payment per set amount. This can be discussed closer to completion of transfer pipes.

Signed,

King Foster II

1981; The Limited Freedoms & Equality Act is passed by the Imperial Senate of Óc, which grants to the Negroid-Berti minority the privileges of education, property ownership, and allows for the purchasing of freedom from indentured servitude. A laundry list of less significant items are included. Over the course of the next two decades, the number of Negroid-Berti forming small villages in the northern jungles of Óc increases significantly.

2009; Azrica’s economic domino effect hits Óc, and due to its reliance on the global marketplace, the country stagnates tremendously. The Imperial Senate declines in power and the Negroid-Berti minority seizes the opportunity to demand greater equality amongst themselves and the Melanochroi majority.

2011; with the economy of Óc still reeling, the Imperial Senate passes the Mutual Liberties Act under foreign and internal pressures. This infuriates the upper-class, many of whom still maintain Negroid-Berti servants.

2012; the upper-class colludes to assassinate the Imperial Senate and hires foreign mercenaries from Xenos, amongst a handful of smaller countries, to seize control of the nation. By the end of the year, the Grand Supremacy of Óc has been reformed as a Plutocracy and both the Limited Freedoms & Equality Act and Mutual Liberties Act are overturned.

2013; infuriated at their loss of freedom and the absurd coup d’état by the wealthy, the Negroid-Berti minority form an uprising in the north of Óc. Combining their forces with The Militia of Freedom, the Negroid-Berti population manages to seize control of the north portion of the country and nearly captures Dong Son.

2014; the Negroid-Berti uprising has been mostly subdued, the Supreme Warlord decimating the rebellion and forcing those who survive to the fractured states to the north, bordering Azrica. Once more in control of its historical boundaries, Óc begins the process of stabilizing and rebuilding. Several key military-infrastructure projects that were started prior in the previous decade are completed.

2015; the last of the mercenaries leave Óc, with the fresh national military training to expand national interests and the country recovering from a substantial deficit.


Present Day . . .
Railworkers in the north of Óc, bordering the Sea of Olang . . .

“Ugh, I do not feel so good Hu`ng. I cannot --,” Trung’s chest seizes up and he grabs his ribs, his body lurching over in another dry heave. A bit of spittle escapes his lips, sizzling on the train tracks under the hot tropical sun. He leans on his shovel for a bit, then continues. “Ever since they tested that sorcery, we have all become like withering parchment!”

“Silence, Trung! Do as you are told and make sure the gravel is evenly spread between the tracks. Tomorrow we begin the bridge, and can enjoy the cool water of the Olang,” responds Hu’ng. He scratches his chin, and observes: “Besides, we are proud citizens! Consider the fools who saw first-hand what it means to rebel against our grand nation. They labor on the tracks, too, but their ankles are bound and skin chaffs from the plague we have called down from the gods through our mighty machinery. I think you only vomit by looking at them, with their boils and bad hair and teeth.”

“Think what you want, but I have heard stories of how ‘calling down the gods’ causes them to be less discriminate in their judgment. Many good citizens suffer from the effects of this thing.”

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To: King Foster II of the Royal Tyron Empire
From: The Grand Supremacy of Óc.
Subject: RE: Trade Relations

It has been determined that the preexisting trade relationship between our two great countries is sufficient at this time. While incorporating the energy generation of The Grand Supremacy of Óc into an international grid may be beneficial to outside parties, it is deemed a national security risk to our nation. However, should our position on that matter change, we would like more information available to us by which we may effect a decision. As you are well aware, The Grand Supremacy of Óc is a green nation, and requires a full disclosure of industry implementation and procedures when entering into negotiations with public and private organizations, including other countries.

The letter is marked with the Seal of Óc.

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To: Eric Zdelar, Premier of the Federated States of Aciremia.
From: The Grand Supremacy of Óc.
Subject: RE: Diplomatic Relations

It has been determined that the preexisting trade relationship between our two great countries is sufficient at this time. Before entering into any closer economic and militaristic agreements, we would require a larger diplomatic presence of your country to ease the discussion of these matters. Despite the recent transition of government, we do hope your nation’s current embassy in Nguynen will once more serve as a place of fruitful negotiation.

The letter is marked with the Seal of Óc.

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To :: The Office of the President of Caspia
From :: Eric Zdelar, Premier of the FSA
Subject :: Aciremian Foreign Relations, Mutual Trade & Defense, Caspia

We (myself and the Aciremian people) are overjoyed with your decision to pursue further diplomatic relations with the Federated States of Acirema. A new era is upon both of us, an era of international cooperation and peace.

In response to your generous lowering of tariffs on Aciremian imports and your guarantee of protection for Aciremian ships operating in Caspian waters, we will lower Caspian import tariffs from 28% to an equal 10%, and guarantee the safety of all freighters operating within three-hundred kilometers of the Aciremian Coastline

In order to guarantee lasting peace between our two nations, I propose a mutual self-defense treaty. Attached is an official copy, translated into Esperanto and Caspian.

Signed,

Eric Zdelar, Premier of the FSA

ATTACHMENT: NPT -- Authorized Copy

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To :: The Offices of King Foster II
From :: Eric Zdelar, Premier of the FSA
Subject :: Aciremian Foreign Relations, Tyron

We regret your refusal of a mutual defense agreement, but we do promise to ensure the safety and security of trade between our two nations. Any Tyron ships operating within three-hundred (300) kilometers of the Aciremian coastline have our guarantee of protection from piracy.

Signed,

Eric Zdelar, Premier of the FSA

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To :: The Office of Stephen Graves, Kaiser of Sandora
From :: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA
Subject :: Aciremian Foreign Relations, Sandora

We (myself and the Aciremian people) are overjoyed with your decision to pursue further diplomatic relations with the Federated States of Acirema. A new era is upon both of us, an era of international cooperation and peace.

The Empire of Sandora is vital to assuring peace and stability on the Osean continent, and to that end, we would like to formalized agreements for mutual defense between our two nations. Attached is an official copy of the Norther Pacific Treaty, translated into Esperanto and English.

Signed,

Eric Zdelar, Premier of the FSA

SEE ATTACHMENT: NPT -- Authorized Copy

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North Pacific; ANS Hellenes
March 7th; 0900 Hours

The ANS Hellenes was a naval frigate of the Athens-Class, one of the smaller (and faster) ships of it's design archetype. It was one of the more heavily armed frigate classes in the ANF, eschewing any guns, other than a single CWIS mounting (and two CSW), in favor of guided anti-shipping missiles. Such as it was, these two factors combined to make the ship excellent for hunting pirates. It could hunt, and it could strike with equal potency.

The sea breeze happened to whip across the deck of the ANS Hellenes, blowing water from the Pacific sea spray farther onto the ship; this made the deck slippery and coated the edges with a thin crust of watery salt. It was a balmy morning, and the sun was already making it's way overhead. No pirates were in sight, yet.

On the bridge, Captain Averof was sipping his cup of strong coffee, made daily from personal stash of grounds. He lounged back in the padded captain's chair, which apart from the beige padding, was simply a metal frame in the shape of a chair. It swiveled, to.

Then, one of the midshipmen, a young lad with brown hair, green eyes, and an athletic but not bulky frame, dressed in the traditional whites and navy blues of the Aciremian navy, shouted. "Kapitan! We've got several contacts, looks like Cretans; should I hail?"He was looking over the ship's surface radar, and noted several vessels, with roughly the shape and size of SDRC patrol vessels. And worse of all, they were moving closer.

The Captain replied. ""Well shit... Hail them, and give them a warning. What's their heading?"

The midshipmen took note of the Cretan ship's tracked location, speed, and relative position to the boat for several seconds. and then answer the captain's question. "Five o'clock, heading near us. We should be able to see them a couple minutes. Should I adjust heading?"

"No. Keep our course steady." The Captain replied, taking another sip from his cup of coffee. He set down the cup, and picked the ship intercom handset. It a classic black intercom, attached to the counsel with a curly long plastic-coated cord. He depressed the 'talk' button, and held the intercom close to his mouth. "We've got pirates! Ready an Pikilo or two, and get ready for some fighting."

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The patrol boat was dead in the water, flaming from it's stubby, unarmored conning tower. The deck of the boat was plastered with the remains of pirates and blood. Floating alongside it, was the small rigid-hole boat, now just planks on the water. It's crew had been killed, gunned down by one of the fifty-caliber emplacements aboard the ANS Hellenes. The third pirate boat had escaped, speeding off as soon as the combat had started.

"Should we finish them off?" Asked the Midshipman. "Go ahead, blow them out of the water." Replied the Captain, grinning.

Thirty seconds passed. Then a missile flared up from it's VLS launcher, belching clouds of smoke and flame from it's exhaust. It arced into the air, going straight upwards, and then the engines flared again, tilted the missile towards the crippled patrol boat. It struck with a massive explosion, sending the boat to it's watery grave.

"Woo-Hoo! Yeah!" Went the cheering shipboard, as the crewmen watched the missile slam into the boat.

Total Losses:
ANF: 0 ship, o men, / 1 ship, 60 men
- Costs to ANF: 300.000 zł (1x Pikilo ASM)
Pirates: 2 boats, 29 men. / 3 boats, 35

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Pirate Boat Sunk in Northern Pacific.

At 11:45 a.m. yesterday, a Aciremian Naval frigate sunk several pirate vessels. Of the three vessels involved in combat, two were sunken, while one fled the area when hostilities started. The pirates were reportedly seen carrying grenade launchers and high-caliber weaponry on deck, while the smaller boats were being towed behind what appeared to be a Cretan patrol boat.

It was reported that the pirates opened fire after refusing to halt and submit to a search. The causalities stemming from this incident were unknown. The ANS Hellenes suffered minimal damage, and no casualties were reported.

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To: The Grand Supremacy of Óc.
From: King Foster II of the Royal Tyron Empire
Subject: RE:RE: Trade Relations

If your position should change in the future then the offer shall still stand. Additional information is available on request although it must be kept classified for if the information falls into the wrong hands it may be a concern for our own national security.

Signed

Daniel Foster

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To: Eric Zdelar, Premier of the FSA
From: King Foster II of the Royal Tyron Empire
Subject: RE:Aciremian Foreign Relations, Tyron

We would like to formally thank you and hope that both our nations will benefit from this trade agreement. We would also like to ensure that your own ships will have full marine protection while in our waters. We ask only that your merchant vessels alert us to there presence. Accompanying this we would also like to lower all trade tariffs between our nations by 10%. This will encourage our two nations to prosper and grow.

Signed

Daniel Foster

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Prime Ministry Building, AlncFord

To :: The People's Republic of Azrica, Charles DeGaul
From :: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA

The FSA is looking to continue trade and diplomatic relations with the PRA, assuming, Charles, that your nation is ready to emerge back onto the international stage.

The conditions are the same.

Signed,

An old friend, Eric Zdelar

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To :: Grand Supremacy of Oc, United Federated States of Trantor, Peoples Socialist Republic of Azrica.
From :: King Foster II and the Royal Tyron Empire

Your great nations are the appropriate distance from Tyron Prime and The Royal Tyron Empire would like to establish trade between our nations. We would like to begin work on transfer pipes between our nations so we can supply a steady flow of energy. There will of course be a payment per set amount. This can be discussed closer to completion of transfer pipes.

Signed,

King Foster II

To :: The Royal Tyron Empire, and the glorious King Foster the II
From :: Henry Derringer, Department of Ministry and International Affairs

The People's Republic of Azrica are tied deeply to our association with the Royal Tyron Empire, many citizens have lived through the downfall of the former nation, and wish to aid both of our countries with a long-standing peace. Which will undoubtedly confine economic trade, there are numerous pieces of Tyronian materials that our Government would have a taste for. We are prepared and waiting to commence tradings of any materials you might want. Prime Minister DeGaul has already expressed interest in meeting you face to face, whether it be in Tyron or AlncFord. Charles is a kind, courteous man, preferring to create strong friendly ties with nations, and would be happy to have a relationship of peace and prosperity with your country.

Signed with friendliness,

Henry Derringer, Department of Ministry and international Affairs

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"Eric, ya' bastard." Charles smiled with sophomoric happiness, the Prime Minister hadn't cracked his mouth that wide with a grin in weeks; tiring pressure from hundreds of external stimuli made damn sure of that. Charles leaned himself back into the comfort of the small chair, both the Prime Minister and Senator of the House had taken a nice easy trip up to the Prime Ministers Cabin in northern Azrica, near the mountains. Just a leisurely weekend to escape the bustle of AlncFord. They were planned to take a flight back to AlncFord the next day, then it would be back to the grind; more specifically, the grind in Rohk.
"Bah, James, you want to take a trip to see Eric again?" Charles offered, handing the Senator of the House James Albrich the letter. The mans face lit up with a smirk, the young face of the man; barely 40 years of age, looked over the confines of the letter. It had been years since both Charles and James had the pleasure of congregating with the Primer of the long-standing ally, Aciremia.

"Like hell I would." James offered a hand to Charles, the old General took the hand in his firm hand and gave his legendary handshake.
"You can get a plane when we get to AlncFord, get me some pen and paper. I'll start writing him back." Charles spoke, waving a hand as James reached for the supplies.

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To :: The Federated States of Aciremia, Primer Eric Zdelar
From :: Commandant General-Prime Minister Charles DeGaul

It has been a long decade since the two nations of Azrica and Aciremia have shaken hands through the stalemate of the years; as I write, the Azrican populace is wrought with rumors of a renewed Aciremian and Azrican pact, which I look to give them. My Senator of House James Albrich, a man you have met before (though I hope hadn't forgotten), will join you in the capital upon his return to AlncFord. I hope to see you personally in Azrica some time soon as well, my friend. We really need to take some time up at the cabin, perhaps hunting?

An old comrade, Charles DeGaul

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Corchak Times; The Senate of the House, shown inner left; boards a plane with Colonel Archie Carrner, Azrican AirForce, Lieutenant Riley Thatcher, Specialized Marines, and Master Sergeant Julian Omsk, Republican Army. The group will travel to the old ally of the Prodvidland, Aciremia. On orders from Prime Minister Charles DeGaul, junior brother of former Prime Minister Henry DeGaul. After two weeks in Aciremia, the group is expected to journey to the oil-rich nation of Caspia, as a sign of good will, in attempts to show that the Northern Pacific is under respectful watch from Azrica.



Hykan International News Association; Seen pressing across the Western Pacific; Carrier-Strike Group OCHA is prepared, armed, and dangerous. Under orders from the Military Council, and with the praise of Prime Minister DeGaul, OCHA is en route to the Northern Pacific. Specifically to join Aciremian forces in protecting the shipping lanes. As an act of goodwill, Azrica has also diverted two ACC Sky-Carriers. The Matilda and the Saramalda to join CSG OCHA in their tour of duty, which is expected to last nine months, though no table for leave has been established. In a press conference, a Delegate of the Military Council stated, "CSG OCHA will remain in-station until it is agreed by the nations of Aciremia, Caspia, and Azrica that the piracy problem and illegal activities have decreased, if not have all together stopped". The Military Council believes that an overwhelming show of force will intimidate and decrease the acts of Piracy in the Northern Pacific.
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Western Pacific, 870 Kilometers from Aciremian waters
Aboard the AAC Matilda

"Call, Matilda, are you waltzing?" The radio crackled, the Radar-Room of the AAC was stooped in the dull red hue of the lighting. The specific lightning provided best reception of the Nano-Radar Installments at the front of the airborne carrier. Several hours ago the Matilda had deployed two FM-23A Opposers, up-to-date pieces of hardware that could destroy nearly every aircraft in the sky, to patrol 30 Kilometers ahead of the Carrier-Strike Group. Sometime yesterday, the CSG had passed the island of Kish, a milestone that would put the Azrican Military into official business in the Northern Pacific outside of Aciremian waters. Already, there had been rumors of attacks by rogue island-nations on the Azrican vessels, though these claims have yet to occur.

"Respond, Matilda-Three, is radar confirming anything?" The Communications Officer questioned, several second of static occupied the NECO-Link* before a small click was heard over the channel.
"Negative, Matilda-Alpha, nothing but sun, sky, and sea." The pilot responded.

The battle group consisted of one "Orcha" Class Light Carrier, four surrounding "Idea" Class Cruisers; a group of eight "Amio" Class Destroyers, two "Marucha" Class Armed Transports, and ten "Lach" Class Frigates. With the obvious might of the Azrican Navy, it was hoped that maybe those who would do wrong on Azrica's close friend, Aciremia, would think twice. Located above the CSG, nearly 1.5 Kilometers above, breezed the AAC Group. The two massive, manta-ray resembling aircraft surrounded by two lesser Air Defense Cruisers. The group was expected to arrive in the Northern Pacific within the next two days.


NECO-Link; Meaning Nano-Enhanced-Communications-Ordinance, a powerful piece of equipment that allows Azrican Military forces to communicate nearly unhindered by external aspects. This system near fool-proof, and is only operated by one Military in the world.

June 3, 2000 Massive depression hits Trantor hard, caused by the drop in military spending. Trantor profits plummet, leading to economic woes

August 4. 2001 Trantor Religious groups declare ruling Setsuna party evil, and following a massive protest, the leader Setsuna F quits, retiring to private estate

January 4 2002 Massive protest as religious leaders Hayate and Carin are caught in a "lesbian sex scandal" to quote the press, leading to a an effort to dismantle the house of Elders. This effort fails as gay rights activists use this to push through internal reforms. The infamous Hayate collation government takes over, although cries of voter intimation run high.

March 2 2003 Massive Earthquake devastates Trantor, destroying many factories and buildings

March 3, 2007 Massive hurricane destroys what is left of the old "Mushai" district, which topples the ensues Religions/Zealot party Setsuna Party is returned to office after borders close

August 7, 2009 Pirate battleship destroyed by brave crew of trainees in the long range submarine "Hayate's Freedom". The captain is promoted to chief of naval staff, and later is elected Prime Minister in a landslide victory. Several other naval captains retire, taking a large amount of Seats in the House, leading to the so called "Naval Alliance"

February 5, 2011 Hurricane hits Trantor, but due to bi-partisan efforts between the Setsuna and the Naval alliance, the storm is averted

July 3, 2012. Celebration of the coronation of the newest Prime Minister, Deborah Hayase, and the start of "Operation Arblast", named after a fictional machine created on Trantor Animation Programme Network

March 12, 2015 Trantor formally opens their borders, and a test AI driven airplane downs the first pirate ship, crashing. It is recovered by a deep sea exploration team...

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"Sir, we've found an odd signal," the young ensign said, as the submarine patrolled the deep seas below the water of the Northern sea. "What does ARM-B say about it" the captain said, the name for the management sweet an awkward term. "Its.. it is some sort of massive ship, but its not military.." "WHAT?!" The shout was shocking, waking several members of the submarine craft's crew. "Get a lock on this, and write to Prime Trantor yesterday on this. Our objective is to confirm if this is some sort of new superweapon or just a lost ship. Get a com line running, but do not let the ship know we are following it. Run silent."
"Yes Sir," the ensign said, as he typed commands into the keys, the navigational officers adjusted the ships course. The hunt for the missing ship had begun...

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TOP SECRET

Message to Federated States of Acirema, from Trantor People's Intelligence division.
RE: Hijacked ship
According to reports from our submarine division, we have found a ship that could possibly match your missing vessel, requesting further ship data to confirm, and this message contains data about the ship which we have located.


Let's combine up!" The loud voice of the television was shut off, as the woman shied "So, tell me, is it true? Has Setsuna really declared a jihad against all of the pirates? This will lead to death and war which we don't need..." Another voice came from the couch, saying "Bah, honey, come back to bed, its too early for politics..." The older woman tossed a pillow at the former High Priestess, wondering what would happen next...

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TO ** Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA**
From ** Trantor Internal People's Division**
Due to internal situations, we cannot fully allow our military to join in any alliances at this time, however we would request further talks on issues such as civil trade, and sales of military technologies.

March 20, 2015 0820; Merida Bay Emergency Command Post: Presidential Compound

Morning Presidential Brief

President Hubbard entered the conference room and took his seat at the head of the long table. He looked dishevelled and tired. The night before he had been up till midnight trying to bring the Merida bay incident to a close. In front of him sat the chief secretary and the highest ranking general of each of the 4 branchs of the military. Micheal Hertford head of the NIA was present with two aides with him. Press Secretary Dade Keller, Economic Advisor Janice Smith, Foriegn Affairs Jason Scott, Environmental Advisor Gabriel Gallagher, Technology Advisor Racheal Kipplinger, and Head of the CCWS Pedro Diez were all in their respective seats.

"Alright, lets start with Foriegn Affairs." Hubbard attempted to rub the sleep out of his eyes as Mr. Scott slid a file of papers infront of the President. He began rifling through it. It was very legal but familiar. Flipping the file closed he read the title; FSA's NPT proposal.

"Mr. President as you requested we've reviewed the Aciremian proposal. I've had a team going over it for the past week now. And it's a pretty standard affair." Mr. Scott continued to flip through slide shots on a powerpoint program detailing the finer points of the NPT. President Hubbard rolled his fingers in a symbol to get to the point. "I think you should sign it. We are currently meeting all the requirements. The NPT places Caspia and Aciremia as the leads over the entire North Pacific. As we all know Aciremia and Azrica are long time partners and by signing this we will further cement ourselves into the two power houses. This is probably our best chance to become equal with these two super powers."

Mr. Scott flipped to a new slide showing a pirate attack in the North Pacific. "Of course we will be expected to station a carrier group in the open Pacific to aide in combating the rising pirate threat. I've spoken with Admiral Dualla," Jason Scott pointed across the table to the Admiral, "And he's informed me we already have two Carrier groups close to the problem area. They've been in loose contact with the Aciremian fleets in the pirate zone."

Mr. Scott tossed another file infront of the President. The title only stated Gwarmos. "The Southern Pacific Island Kingdom of Gwarmos has once again reopened it's borders to trade. Their mining operations have helped supplement the Caspian Auto-industry."

President Hubbard interuppted Scott. "Yes, I remember Gwarmos. More importantly I remember the Yarkland incident. We will enter into a limited trade with them at the request of the private sector." President Hubbard made a stern face, "If the people of Caspia wish to risk irridated metal then that is their choice. As for the government we will not use Gwarmosian ore in military contracts. If they agree to sign the NPT then we will lower the trade tariff to 20% and each vessel must be intensly searched for background radiation."

The President tossed the Gwarmos file back to Mr. Scott. "On to the NPT, schedule a public signing. I hear Azrica has some dignitaries wishing to visit. That sounds like a good press shot. The signing of an Aciremia Treaty with Azrica Ambassadors present will help establish our reputation as a world power." Hubbard slid the remaining file to Mr. Scott. "In the mean time I want you to assign a representative to the NPT. What was that man you had working for you, Samuel Gressard? I think he might work well. And have a look through potential candidates in the military ranks for a position in this NPT Arms Council."

"Micheal tell me you found our targets," The President spoke to the head of the National Intellgence Agency Micheal Hertford.

"I have good knews for you sir.The men have been identified." Micheal flipped to a powerpoint slide with pictures and names of each of the terrorists. "It seems they were working privately without the support of the Bazhrakistani government. We're still attempting to locate their finacier but it's a difficult process. We do know the money came from Tyron banks and we've been unable to ascertain who owns the accounts."

"I'll send a formal inquiry," President Hubbard made a note in his planner. "Janice you have anything?"

Janice Smith stood up. "I have a report that Tyron is in talks with Azrica to install an underwater energy pipeline." She flipped to a powerpoint slide of pie charts and graphs, "As you can see this isn't good for the Oil Industry. At the moment we are the majority supplier for Azrican oil. Seventy percent of the oil purchased goes into energy plants."

"Thank you Janice." Hubbard turned to the Air Corps and Navy, "Admiral Dualla, General Paxton, what are the current locations of the Typhoon Fleet and the Atlantis?"

Admiral Dualla flipped through the papers infront of him before answering, "Currently the Atlantis Strategic Fleet is about 100 miles North of Crete. It is one of the carrier groups in the pirate zone."

General Paxton spoke up next already finding the Typhoon's location while Dualla had given his brief, "Mr. President the Typhoon Fleet is currently conducting Artic Training in the South Pacific. The ships are an estimated 600 miles to the West of Gwarmos."

"Thank you gentleman," The President stood up from the table and the entire room stood in respect. "Admiral have the Atlantis' fleet change it's mission from a patrol to a pirate hunter. Admiral Havel will report to Ambassador Gressard, until an NPT Arms council ambassador is appointed." Turning to General Paxton, "The Typhoon fleet is to continue training but I want them to change to a Southern Atlantic Island strike package training program."

President Hubbard exitted the room followed closely by members of his cabinet and aides. "Gabriel I want you to work with Pedro of the CCWS to find a solution to the oil spill. Work quickly, many Caspian people depend on the fish they gather from Merida for income and dinner. In addition Pedro I want you to work with the Navy to collectively ensure the safety of Merida Bay." President Hubbard opened a door and stepped halfway inside, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have request to Tyron to write. Jason I'd like your help in this."

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To: The Office of King Foster II of The Royal Tyron Empire
From: President William Hubbard of the Federal Republic of Caspia
Subject: International Banking Inquiry

I write to you under grim circumstances King. Three days ago the free peoples of Caspia were victim of a terrorist attack. Currently the death toll stands at 3106 of mixed civilian and military casualties. The Caspian National Intellegence Agency has discovered proof that the terrorist group was funded from a privately owned Tyron bank. In order to bring the directors of this attack to justice and ensure it never happens again the identity of these financiers must be known. As President of Caspia, I request that your government acquire this information and send it to my office. I know the identity of Tyron account owners is normally unavailable to the international court, but I hope you will see the importantance of this request and make an exception.

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June, 1990: The Sovereign is found dead in his bed. The Arbiter Council announces the customary two months of mourning. Details of the Sovereign's death are not disclosed, which leads to unrest among the populace.

September, 1990: The Arbiter Council elects Grand Confessor General Ezekiel as the new Sovereign. The former head of the Swords of the Sovereign military division reveals that his predecessor was assassinated, and vows to avenge him. This immediately garners him support from the people.

February, 1991: Under Ezekiel's leadership, Nod greatly expands its military research, and begins production on the Archangel Missile Carriers. The Swords of the Sovereign division changes its name to Swords of Ezekiel, as per protocol.

May, 1995: The Archangel Gabriel embarks on its maiden voyage, and falls under attack by pirates hoping to commandeer the vessel. The AMC single-handedly fends off the pirate ships and leaves no survivors, sending terror into the hearts of the pirates. Piracy in Nod waters falls to an all-time low.

September, 2003: Under Ezekiel's order, the Leviathans of the Depths launch a massive-scale anti-piracy campaign, leveling the pirate stronghold in the volcanic island southwest of Nod and establishing a naval base there. With AMC fleets regularly patrolling Nod waters, Grand Confessor Admiral Horus proudly declares Nod seas to be pirate-free. As a result, Nod sees a marked increase in port commerce.

July, 2008: Upon hearing of the Azrican Civil War, the Arbiter Council initiates preventive measures to avoid any backlash from affecting the Sovereignty. All factories producing goods for export are given a stop-work order with immediate notice, and the Order of Progressive Research are tasked with calculating the exact amount of crops needed to sustain the population. The Sovereign Ezekiel is nowhere to be seen.

January, 2009: After the last of the Council-sanctioned food rations are imported, all Nod civilian ports are locked down. A governmental incentive program is introduced for growing crops and livestock, and a one-child policy is implemented. The Nod economy is effectively in stasis and decaying, as the country takes its first steps towards being self-sufficient. Civilian support for the Arbiter Council drops rapidly, and rumors of a rebellion emerge.

May, 2010: A mutiny occurs on a battleship stationed at the Beacon of Truth military naval base. The mutineers bombard the base, and attempt to board the Archangel Uriel before they are repelled and the rogue battleship is boarded and recaptured by Swords of Ezekiel operatives. Grand Confessor Admiral Horus executes the mutineers publicly, but the footage inspires the populace to form a militia, and openly rebel. The Guardians of the Abode work rapidly and efficiently to suppress the rebellion, but sustain moderate losses.

June, 2010: The rebel leader is captured, and brought to Eden for trial, where he is immediately found guilty for doubting the Sovereign's will, and dangerously thinning the numbers of the Guardians of the Abode. He is executed personally by Ezekiel, who promises to take steps to improve infantry survivability. All other surviving rebels are forcibly inducted into the Guardians of the Abode to replenish their numbers, leaving Nod's defense division severely crippled.

November, 2012: On the brink of famine, Nod reopens its ports and re-establishes commercial links with neighboring countries. The Order of Progressive Research begins working on Ezekiel's latest fancy, advanced stealth technology. The stop-work orders on the factories are lifted, but machinery is grossly outdated. The Arbiter Council allocates millions of Adam to rejuvenating the export industry.

February, 2014: As the global economy recovers, the Sovereignty's industry restarts production of automobiles, and the Arbiter Council starts to recoup its losses. To aid in stealth technology research, Nod orders a substantial amount of nanotechnology from Azrica. Ezekiel implements the 23-man squad system in the Legions of the Faithful.

12 March, 2015: Preparations are underway for the founding Sovereign's birthday celebrations. After the internal turmoil the country has experienced, this year's celebrations are set to be the most conservative yet, as the bulk of Council funds are still being channeled into the reviving industries.

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To: Eric Zdelar, Premier of the Federated States of Aciremia
From: Grand Confessor Minister Isador, of the Order of International Ties
Subject: RE: Offer of alliance

Firstly, allow me to extend my appreciation regarding your invitation of alliance. The Sovereign is a man who admires nothing more than the beauty of strength, and the prospect of our nations' combined prowess, both militarily and economically, is sure to bring him and our people much happiness. As a display of goodwill, I shall see to it that Aciremian vessels are given a priority in terms of port services, and a request shall be sent to my fellow Grand Confessor Horus that a flotilla be assigned to peacekeeping patrols along major Aciremia-Nod trade routes.

Also, it has come to my attention that Aciremia's waters have seen a recent rise in pirating activities. The Leviathans of the Depths have shown remarkable expertise when it comes to combating these parasites, and, should the need arise, I am sure that Grand Confessor Horus would be more than obliging to collaborate with the ACG in securing your coastline.

Permissum nostrum populus pariter prospicio.

Emblazoned with the seal of the Order of International Ties.

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To: The appropriate office of the Kingdom of Gwarmos
From: Grand Confessor Minister Isador, of the Order of International Ties
Subject: Trade lines

It is good to know that Gwarmosian metal is once again available to the world market. The majority of the Sovereignty's production lines have utilized this resource, as, in our opinion, has been demonstrated on numerous occasion to be more durable in alloys than other metals. We look forward to reestablishing trade lines between our two nations.

Permissum nostrum populus pariter prospicio.

Emblazoned with the seal of the Order of International Ties.

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In the Orkavian Ocean, the crab-fishing vessel Kilian Sonata made its way across the waves, picking up crab pots and storing the soon-to-be-succulent crustaceans within the specialized holding tanks that took up the majority of the ship. On deck, a couple of crewmen stood along the railings, each of them smoking a cigarette while absentmindedly tossing chunks of stale bread to the seagulls.

"You ever wonder what's the deal with the title of Sovereign and all?" one crewman inquired, staring blankly out into the vast swathes of blue. His shipmate looked at him quizzically. "What're you talking about, Jake?"

"Well, all he ever seems to do is all army shenanigans. That's the only time I see him in newspapers, y'know... announcing new military shebangs, and what have you. When it comes to what matters for the people, the Arbiters handle everything. Like that time during the Depression and all, Ezekiel just up and disappeared on us," noted Jake thoughtfully, as the automated crane at the aft of the ship plucked the line of another crab pot, and transferred it to a pulley system that reeled in the metal cage, revealing it to be almost full with scuttling crabs. Both fishermen whistled softly, then went back to their conversation.

"You're still a youngling, Jake. Hell, if I were you, I'd be enlisting in the Legions rather than setting out on the Sonata with a bunch o' burly men for a couple months. Nuto testimonium infirmitas, the local priest used to tell me. Know what that means, Jake?" The greenhorn shook his head in response, his mastery of Higher Gothic being minimal. "Doubt indicates weakness. I'm not sayin' you should blindly follow everything, but goddamnit, Kane built this land on the trust of his people! We need to have faith, lad, cause faith is what drives our nation forward. And don't you forget that," the elder crewmen finished, emphasizing his point with a prod to Jake's chest.

Jake nodded slowly, and brought his fist to his heart, saluting his senior. The elder one chuckled, and looked to the western horizon. Barely discernible in the distance was the Third Fleet. He pointed to faraway cluster of ships to Jake. "Salute them, boy. It's thanks to their efforts we don't have to worry about pirates throwing us overboard."

400-1642AD; Feudal war covers the small continent of Baliente and it's islands for centuries, factions rising and falling beneath the iron shod feet of many nations; local legends say it is the war that killed the 'Noble creatures' of Baliente.

March 7th, 1643; One of the larger nations, the core nation of Nalinathris, offers a peace treaty to the surviving nations of the other parts of the country. Gladly accepting of this higher power, most of the nations accept; Falash,
Arithinal, and Beltair all join the Alliance of Great Nations, while Tuatha resisted. This is the last truly open and brutal war to take place within Baliente.

1643-1692; A nearly fifty year war ensues between the combined powers of all the Great Nations and Tuatha, eventually ending in a cease-fire.

August 14th, 1827; A peace treaty between Tuatha and the other nations finally comes to fruition. There is celebration across the land, and for the most part peace reigns in Baliente.

July 1st, 1846; Much of the known nations of the world are eventually contacted by the various Balienten nations. The people of Baliente join under the banner of Baliente, their original nations reverted to subsidiary provinces and factions. Leadership is handed over to Marlon Elliot as the first President-King of Baliente.

1914-1918; The First World War, which Baliente largely stays out of.

1939-1945; The Second World War takes place. Baliente again remains largely detached from the affair, and is host to foreign armies occasionally en-route to other locations, sparingly offering aid.

December 2nd, 1964; Widespread trade finally reaches Baliente, and thus it begins to grow as a powerful nation thanks to the surplus of imported goods. This however leads to the Balienten 'Gold' currency being worth less overall.

1970-2000; Little of interest happens until the abrupt crash in the stock market. Imported goods grind to a halt, and panic grips the nation as the leadership attempts to restore order.

2000-2015; With the constraining of supplies to Baliente, civil unrest becomes a danger. The Military, which had since been nearly non-existent, now raises it's alert status in preparation for any possible attack from the other nations entering poverty. While food is still in abundance, other supplies necessary such as oil raises in expense, due to the overtaxing of the oil fields of the fourth isle of Thronkrook.
During the crisis, Jamian Chorster takes the seat of President-King, and oversees the necessary changes to the economy to prevent a total crash. However, the situation cripples it regardless, and operations take place to attempt to revive the economy.


Jamian Chorster stood in the expansive office from which he did business, overlooking the city surrounding Mount Baliente. It was fairly dark in his office; it was an overshadowed day, soon to rain. The rain never bothered him really, nor did the shade, but today it lay heavy on him. His hair was not slicked back as many politicians preferred, but rather a trim tuft of brown. His face was wrinkled prematurely, though not so much as to make people think he was older than fifty; in truth he was in his upper thirties.

A red light blinked incessantly behind the man on his desk, as it had been for the past ten minutes. He continued to ignore it, as he had for the past ten minutes. It was certainly important, yes, but he wanted his moments of peace.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Jamian recalls his position; President-King of Baliente. He had always found the title fascinating, and was glad to control it as he did, but the price for such a title was a bit taxing at times.

Turning, he abruptly walked towards the desk. The light offered by the large window expanded only to the edges of a couch and a few chairs gathered around a glass coffee table. The various bookshelves, paintings, and other memorabilia on the walls would not be visible in the darkness, nor would the desk.

Guided by the dark light, Chorster seats himself carefully in his chair and presses a button on the desk; soon, an array of lights in the ceiling come on to provide a dim, but comforting light. The various stacks of paper on his desk were old orders- signing this, ordering that, he would commit to those duties in due time. His computer, from which the red light blinked, sat before him a part of the desk itself. Pressing one of the keys, he opened the intercom, thus winking out the light.

"Yes?" he asks, calmly and with a weary voice.
"You have to messages from foreign dignitaries, sir," was the response from his female secretary in a no-nonsense tone. A smile formed on his lips, with the reply of, "Thank you, I will take them now." Without another word the communication between them is broken simultaneously. Within only a few moments, two messages pop up on the monitor.

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To :: Jamian Chorster of the Balienten Republic; ...
From :: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA

The Federated States of Acirema is looking trading and military partners, and welcomes all who would join it for reasons of mutual economic and national defense. The road ahead for all nations will be tremulous, and we would like to secure allies and partners.

We propose an alliance upon the following terms: mutual defense and mutual trade. We urge you to consider these simple terms of alliance, and think about your position in this world.

Signed,

Eric Zdelar

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Dear Foreign Nations.
The Kingdom of Gwarmos has opened it's borders, and more importantly it's ports and mines, to the world once more. Hopefully peaceful and mutually beneficial free trade can resume between Gwarmosia and the world. King Lars assures that the Kingdoms custom of no restrictions of any trade, save for the trade of weapons exceeding handheld infantry usage, are still in effect.

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One of Jamian's hands went to his chin, rubbing the scant stubble he possessed thoughtfully. He knew there would be requests for alliance and trade in the near future, the latter of which he could desperately use. Considering for only a few moments, he leaned forward and began to type up responses to the two messages he received.

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To :: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA
From :: Jamian Chorster of the Balienten Republic
Subject :: Trade Alliance

On behalf of the Balienten peoples, I can sincerely say we are honored by the request to trade with out humble nation, and gladly accept. Due to the closeness of our two great lands, a mutual defensive pact would be honored and upheld by us, on the condition that we first discuss more fully the terms of this treaty.

Signed, on behalf of the Balienten Peoples,
Jamian Chorster.

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Jamian frowned at his letter scrutinizingly, then sent it before moving on to the next letter.

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To :: King Lars of Gwarmosia
From :: Jamian Chorster of the Balienten Republic
Subject :: Trade Alliance

Greetings, King Lars, of the Gwarmosian People. On behalf of the Balienten Republic, and in response to proclamation of opened borders, I would like to offer a trade alliance.

Our continental locations are close enough together that I believe trade by sea and air would be possible, and mutually beneficial. If you have terms you would wish to discuss please respond at your convenience.

Signed,
Jamian Chorster.

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Sighing as he pressed the enter key once more, Jamian leaned back in his chair to rub his chin thoughtfully. Two wide-band announcements of trade.. it was not the worst idea, to be certain. Raising his eyes to peer out the window to his office once more, he stands and walks over leisurely. "Elenore?" He asks as he reaches the window, microphones planted in the room picking up his voice. Speakers bring the reply from his secretary, "Yes sir?"

"Write me up a draft, if you would. I would like to send one of these trade requests to the world." He says, clasping his hands behind his back as he catches glimpse of a distant lightening bolt. "Yes sir," was the simple reply. Jamian didn't claim to be a good leader, but he would do what he could to help his people.

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To :: Addressbook; known country leaders - Minus King Lars; Minus Eric Zdelar
From :: Jamian Chorster of the Balienten Republic
Subject :: Trade Alliances

Greetings from the minor nation of Baliente. On behalf of the people of this fine country, we are offering trade to all the lands of the World, by way of sea or air. The terms of these alliances may be discussed in private, and simply ask for a mutually beneficial trade, and strength of commerce.

The Royal Tyron Empire

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Shaun grunted as he gave the rope yet another tug. It still would not budge. He took a step back and perched himself on an iron barrel. He sighed and his hand reached into his stained pocket returning with a cigar. Glancing around him he decided there was no officials nearby so he lite the cigarette. He seemed oblivious to the mass of activity taking place around him. Rising up in front of him was the steel frame of a huge ship. Hundreds of cranes rose up into the grey sky. The roar of machinery drowned out any noise coming from the seemingly never-ending ocean that stretched off into horizon.

This was the industrial heartland of the Royal Tyron Empire and it seemed the government had pulled out all the stops in the creation of the string of new war ships under construction. Hundreds of thousands of men crawled all over the primitive frame like ants disturbed from a nest.

"Oi! What in the hell do you think your doing!"

Shaun turned and saw where the exclamation had originated from. A site operator and several other workmen stood glaring at him. Shaun put the stub of the cigar out and hopped down from his seat.

"I catch you lazing again and you’re out, understand"

The man did not wait for a response walking forward and pushing past Shaun. Guess he would get back to work.

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"Your Majesty, the work is underway and we have reports of great progress," announced the well dressed women. The ageing man looked up from his paperwork. He placed his pen gently on the table. There was a moments silence the man's face remained rigid. Slowly a grin emerged.

"Fantastic news!" the words burst from the man’s grinning face, "Inform the home secretary, also cancel all my appointments and charter the royal plane. I wish to pay a visit to our enthusiastic workers." The women nodded and disappeared behind two large mahogany doors.

The man continued with his paperwork,

To: President William Hubbard of the Federal Republic of Caspia
From: King Foster II of the Royal Tyron Empire
Subject: RE: International Banking Inquiry

I am aware of the terrorist attack and it saddens me to hear this. I would not wish that on any nation. We are unaware of any terrorist activity taking place within the Royal Tyron Empire. However we will take sufficient action to bring justice to those who have suffered from this crisis. We request that any information you may have on this privately owned bank be sent to our offices so we may build up our own enquiries. Anything we can do to aid you, you need only ask.

Signed

Daniel Foster

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September, 2010 Bunker 001 is set up in Bolskania, giving the Militia of Freedom a base of operations, and a foothold in the already falling Bolskanian lands.

December, 2010 The Militia of Freedom begins their operations with raids on the roads and cities inside of Bolskania.

January, 2011 A daring attack on one of the major Bolskanian industry cities, Raignakina, Brings The Militia of Freedom to true power in Bolskania, hiring in thousands of local terrorist Azrican hate cells.

June, 2011 The Militia inserts one of their members into the Bolskanian government, gathering some information to strengthen themselves inside of the Bolskanian capital.

December, 2013 After various raids and attacks, the Bolskanains submit to Militia rule, sacrificing thousands of weapons, and more than a quarter of their Military to The Militia.

January, 2013 With the new weapons and thousands more members, from all over the continent, and starts up with attacks on other nearby countries, using propaganda and bombings to overthrow the governments, and substitute their own.

March, 2013 After much fighting among Óc, the Negroid-Berti come north, to join forces with the secretive Militia of Freedom. With their numbers higher than every, and to fulfill the wishes of the Negroids and the Berti, they send several forces to the south, to take Dong Son.

April, 2013 Due to the major expansion in the north, The Militia of Freedom make a major amount of Cay through Mr. Easton, who donated large sums of the money in odd ways, mostly through arranged thefts, and with the money The Militia of Freedom bought hundreds of bonds and stocks in the north, lowering their treasuries to an all time low, and fueled by Mr. Easton's money the war continued through the cold of the spring.

July, 2014 The Militia pulls the remaining troops out from the south, going back to their slate of land in the middle of the two nations.

August, 2014 Due to the massive amounts of money overflowing from the Militia Treasury, funding and arming of the Rohkan Rebellion took place, helping The Militia to remain as secretive as they could.

October, 2014 A small army of Militia and Rohkan soldiers charge a Azrican caravan, taking many causalities, but winning in the end, via mines and new RPG styles. Three ICBMs are taken from the caravan, along with lots of nano technology.

Modern Day

Today, The Militia of Freedom has taken to the seas in it's first Flotilla.
These ships are going to be used in a coast defense, or so Mr. Gangiton says, it is not known whether or not the--
Brandon Gangiton flipped the radio off, sighing. "The same old shit every day.." Brandon muttered, swiveling his chair around to face the desk. "And more paperwork.." He groaned at the thought of the task.
"Now this is interesting." Brandon mumbled, lifting up a pieces of paper, attached with a paperclip.

Report 00514832
12/2/15 A Predator drone was spotted and shot down 31Km from Freedom City. Ryand and his platoon were the men responsible for the takedown of the drone.
The message went on and on with boring details that didn't attract Brandon's attention.
"Looks like an Azrican Predator.." He said, studying the picture pinned to the report.
"why would they be flying one of those around here?"

MFF1 B3A

"MFF1s, report to battle stations! All men to stations, scramble all fighters!" The voice poured out of the intercoms, The seriousness of the voice rallying men to their feet, to follow through with the order.

B3A was a mini version of an aircraft carrier, it carried two fighters and sported three Sea to Air Missile Launchers, five 50. Cal "Hornet" MGs, and two Sea to Land Missile Launchers. Three inches of steel separated the inside of the ship from the rough sea outside, and the fifty or so other ships.

"We have Fighters inbound!" The intercom screeched over the deck. It was as it had announced, two old styled Fighters, from before the Depression, were arcing towards the ship, flying sloppily.
"Sir, it's a Lkyter Patrol Fighter, orders?" A soldier called to the Captain. "Take 'em out, and make sure the wreckage falls in the water this time." Captain Yuri said, a curt nod giving the Soldier permission to leave.
Two Sea to air missiles fired off from the ship, swiveling to adjust it's course. fire and shrapnel rained down from the two flaming corpses of the Fighters, each smashing hard into the clear waters.
"The Fighter's are down!" The same Soldier called up from the deck.
"The Militia has tasted Victory again!" The cry rose up among the soldiers, it's source unknown to the officers and Captain.



On the road to Lkyter

Ryand wiped sweat off his face with a dampened cloth. "When the hell do we get out of here?" He complained to the driver.
"Well, we'll get to the outpost in ten minutes..."
"Any faster?"
"Not without going off the road.
"Damn..." Ryand sulked in the back seat of the Jeep. Turns out, being Captain required much more traveling around than a Soldier. He almost wished to be back with his Platoon, raiding houses, shooting cars, and drinking the stolen booze.
"Sorry sir.." The Driver apologized, turning around to flash Ryand a weak smile.
"Just driv--" He was cut off as an explosion rocked the car of the road and into the ditch running alongside it. The driver was dead, that Ryand could tell, but he couldn't find where he was, all he felt was soft sand below and assumed he was in the ditch.
"Just my day!" He shouted in frustration, blinking smoke out of his eyes. The car had flipped over, throwing him out of the open window, and headfirst into the sandy ditch. Smoke poured out of the interior, giving him good cover from the attacker.
Ryand swung his AK-57 to the let and then to the right, sweeping the sand dunes with his eyes. Two targets, one with a RPG-64 Mk-I, the other using an older version of Ryand’s gun. "Crap." Ryand muttered, dashing across the road and too the ditch across. He hit it hard, bullets pattering against the sandy road like meteors into flour. Hefting the AK over the ditch's lip, he let loose a spray of bullets towards the hill, hoping he'd either killed one, or scared them.
Unluckily for him, neither happened, instead a RPG shell exploded to the right of him, sending sand and gravel outwards like Shot from a shell.
"Crap! Crapcrapcrap!" He shouted over the din, popping up from the ditch to let fly with the rest of the bullets. The two ambushers fell dead or mortally wounded, which left Ryand alone in the hot road, with seven miles to walk till he ran into civilization.
"What a day.." he muttered again, crouching down to move along in the ditch. There might be a few more ambushes to deal with along the way.


Above Sombalia
A Private Jet flew above the farms and herds below, snobbishly ignoring them. Antonio sat in the air conditioned section of it, totally alone besides the Captain and the two stewardesses. "This is your Captain speaking, we'll be touching down in Sombali Airport in thirty minutes." Good, that meant he could get in contact with Brandon, and arrange for the next purchase of stocks.
"Sir..." The blonde stewardess spoke, looking confused. What was her name?! Melana, Melony, Mal-something, Whatever.
"Yes?" He asked, observing her near naked body for the umpteenth time.
"We're about to land..." She trailed off and fetched her clothes from a rack.
Antonio just looked back out the window at the fast approaching city of Sombali, the economic Superpower on the continent, besides Azrica, Óc, and the countries farther up north.
"well, hasn't this trip been fun?" He mumbled to himself, thinking of all the ways he could dominate this city, without Brandon's Militia. Just putting your money in the right place can assure you a place in the city, a high up place too.

OOC: Just asking, is this the way I should post all the other posts? and sorry for the length... I missed out yesterday and the day before, so no throw tomatoes at me.

To :: The Office of Stephen Graves, Kaiser of Sandora
From :: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA
Subject :: Aciremian Foreign Relations, Sandora

We (myself and the Aciremian people) are overjoyed with your decision to pursue further diplomatic relations with the Federated States of Acirema. A new era is upon both of us, an era of international cooperation and peace.

The Empire of Sandora is vital to assuring peace and stability on the Osean continent, and to that end, we would like to formalized agreements for mutual defense between our two nations. Attached is an official copy of the Norther Pacific Treaty, translated into Esperanto and English.

Signed,

Eric Zdelar, Premier of the FSA

SEE ATTACHMENT: NPT -- Authorized Copy


Kaiser Stephen and his ISP aides read over the note and treaty with worried looks before sending this reply.


To: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA
From: Stephen Graves, Kaiser of Sandora

We have read over your treaty and while we want peace and trade between our nations, we fear this treaty will force us to be drawn into someone else's war. If we have misread the treaty in anyway then please tell us so. The Kaiser is also willing to meet in person if it will better settle this matter.

Signed,

Stephen Graves, Kaiser of Sandora






In local news a Oil rig blows up killing all on it and dumping oil into the sea. It is unknown at this time the reason though it is thought to have been caused by a faulty wiring that sparked causing a fire that ignited the oil.
Crews are now working to contain the leak and clear the debris. The Kaiser sends his thoughts and prayers to the families of the rig's crew. He is also to give a speech to the nation declaring what is to be done in the future to prevent another loss like this.





Later that day Kaiser Stephen Graves forms a team that will check all Sandorain Oil rigs and fix any problems seen. He then gives his speech to the people telling them of this new team and to comfort the families of the oil rig's crew.

By order of the Kaiser all flags in the Empire of Sandora will be at half mast for the rest of this week and next to mourn our lost Sandorains

- to October 2008: Little is known about the proud nation of Simia, but they finally open their borders for free trade for the known world, and at that time Simia prospers.

February 2009: The Global economy plummets, and fearing for their own economy Simia shuts it's border and any contact with other nations, once again relying on sustinance crop.

November 2009: As things become bareable on the Global Market, Simia gingerly reopens their borders and trade routes, attempting to jump start things after the February scare.

January- March 2010: Inner revolts occur in Bornius Conga and the Bwindi military faction take action removing nearly all Mgahinga and hybrid Beringei from the inner capital, this act of prejudice causes a small chain of civil wars that ends at the latter of May 2010.

June 2013: The beringei are no longer considered a second-rate country as they establish effective Beringei trade markets in second-rate neighboring countries and stations mid-sea that are used as both checkpoints and markets for fair trade.

August 2013: Beringei station 22A is raided by a massive amount of pirates and rogue beringei insurgents, the platform is completely annihilated and the entirety of Simia mourns its loss.

March 2014: A very large station of pirate affairs is discovered just a few kilometers of the small Beringei port city of Korchak the pirate base is razed to the ground there are no survivors. As an additional precaution the High Priest warrants Bwindi government in Korchak to cleanse it from any piracy corruption that has been established there over the years.

Present Day: The Beringei are thriving and aim to become a competitive part of the Global Economy, they are exporting more goods than ever, now.

From :: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA

The Federated States of Acirema is looking trading and military partners, and welcomes all who would join it for reasons of mutual economic and national defense. The road ahead for all nations will be tremulous, and we would like to secure allies and partners.

We propose an alliance upon the following terms: mutual defense and mutual trade. We urge you to consider these simple terms of alliance, and think about your position in this world.

Signed,

Eric Zdelar

High Priest Kla'rel Kurchek reviews over this, him being the highest of powers within the government (when pertaining to trade and most foreign affairs), despite it being an oligarchy. The large Bwindi scans over the note a couple times, folding his arms behind his back and scrunches his nostrils slightly. He is dressed in a similar fashion to a caesar with the elaborate tapestry and robe slung over his form buckled by a solid gold clasp at his shoulder, he walks on his two hind legs, pacing for a moment, while a smaller, white haired gorilla sits at a desk behind him ready to type out his message, he speaks the message aloud, and ape behind the desk translates as follows:

RE: Mutual Economic & Defense.
Return: Bornius Conga, 3365Y ToG, Sector 4, Box 6.

We, of the Beringei would like to humbly accept your economic advances, and return the favor, we guarantee your trade merchants safety within Beringei territory as well as tourist safety. However, we are hesistant in becoming a small part of a larger force engaging in military action, and thus, must respectfully decline a military collaboration at this time. Perhaps in the future we will consider the offer if it remains open.

Sincerely,

Kla'rel Kurchek of the Temple of Grug.

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To :: The Offices of Jamian Chorster, President of the Balienten Republic
From :: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA
Subject :: RE: Trade & Military Alliance

This will be a boon to both our nations. We appreciate your support towards the Federated States of Acirema. With the ratification mutual defense pact on the horizon, we can both sleep assured that our great nations will remain intact and free from the ravages of war.

If you want to discuss the finer points of this treaty, we would be willing to send a diplomat to negotiate with you.

Signed,

Erid Zdelar

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To :: The Officers of the Trantor People's Intelligence division.
From :: Zimmerman Antstos, Fleet Admiral of the Aciremian Naval Forces
Subject :: RE: Hijacked ship
MILITARY COMMUNICATION -- BURN BEFORE READING

DETAILS OF THE ACCS ARGOS --
IISDN -- 126073-852-908254
The ship's records provide no useful information, due to internal difficulties with the Thessaloniki Shipping Corporation. Sorry.

In order to verify your findings, we will dispatch a small intelligence unit to the submarine in question, to examine your findings -- I hope that is acceptable policy for multi-national actions. If you disagree with this idea, please inform us in the next twenty-four (24) hours. (yes, our CENTPACSON is tracking you.)

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North Pacific Ocean, ANS Hyperion, March 13, 2015, 1345 Hours CNPT

Overview

The ANS Hyperion cut through the waves with it's trimaran hull, gliding over the water in a way that any normal aircraft carrier would find impossible.

It was one of the newest carriers in the fleet, having been commissioned a year ago, as Acirema was just emerging from it's economic depression. The carrier had been part of a public works project, designed to create jobs and alternately creature a black hole for the might industrial capacities of the nation. That being said, the project created several hulks, with electronics to be fitted when the economy recovered completely.

Despite that, it was just being pushed into service, after a nine months of sitting in drydock, and another month of repairs and last-minute upgrads to the conning tower electronics. And of those nice months sitting in drydock, half of that time was devoted to installing important things like lighting, and avionics, and furnishings, and plumbing. Ya know. The things that actually make a ship livable.

It was the second ship of it's class; but it would be the first carrier to see real combat in a long time. It had been dispatched to meet up with a Trantorian Submarine operating in the North Pacific; and following that, to rescue a major Aciremian freighter from Cretan pirates.

The sea was the sea. All around, there was nothing but fish, water, more water, and more fish.

The Action

A C-14 Salmon Amphibious VTOL craft soared over a patch of empty sea, looking for the Trantorian submarine they scheduled to meet up with. It had pontoons, so running out of fuel was only a minor hindrance, and it allowed them to land during the meeting.

Inside the cockpit of the vehicle, the pilot was barking orders over the noise of the dual jet turbofan engines. "If I don't see anything in the next thirty minutes, we're heading back!"
The Naval Intelligence Agent sitting in the rear of the craft objected to this, also yelling over the sound of the jet engines. Nobody heard him. He steadied his headset, realizing it was askew, and then yelled back. "They're supposed to show pretty soon. Look! We're staying here until we hit critical fuel levels!"
The pilot sighed slightly, and then yelled back to his annoying passenger. "Alright! But you better be fucking right about this meeting!"

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To :: The Officers of Charles DeGaul, Prime Minister of the Azrican Socialist Republic
From :: Eric Zdelar, Primer of the FSA
Subject :: RE: Diplomatic Arrangements

A returned to the good old days is becoming a reality sooner than I thought; with a renewed Azrican-Aciremian Pact, we would once again become the premier world powers!

Ah. James Albrich is certainly a skilled senator and conversationalist, and someone I look forward to acquainting with again.

Perhaps. If I only had the time.

Signed,

Erid Zdelar

"Message Received, our UAV will guide you to our submarine, which should be floating at the ocean. We have brought over several of our mobile mechanical machines for this operation, including an Acguy underwater machine,"

Trantor People's Intelligence out!

The massive black ship floated on the ocean, the odd packages inside the missile tubes new mecha fresh from Trantor's research and development departments. Scopedogs, and an Acguy, custom made for underwater combat all waited orders, while the captain muttered "Damnit, I hate meetings, did the techs send out a UAV?"

UAV Log: Metric Time: Scan Network

UAV Note 10101 Target: Friendly Tessolian Fighter?! Transmit basic Message..

"This is a Artificial Fighter Organism System 02-2. Advanced Operation Report to you, justice of the Freedom, Pirate Operation. Locate Base Craft, location ARN-2, request transfer data via secure datalink?!

[This is a UAV from Trantor's Artificial life form systems, number 2 of batch 2. Reporting to you, fellow fighters of Justice. This is Operation Anti Pirate, the location of the Submarine is here. Shall I connect with a secure datalink to send more information over?]

Trantor Trade League to Burendi People