PeZookian compound, Atlantis
"And that's the gist of it", Paul said, finishing his summary of the conference's events. He's changed his suit - the blood stains ruined it, and besides - he was wearing it ever since leaving the underground bunker at the Royal Palace.
"What are you going to do now?", his wife asked. They were both sitting on a small terrace at the roof of the compound, drinking tea and looking at the gently waving trees below.
"I don't know. I kinda hoped Saddamistan could finally be engaged in some way, but that hope is gone now. I guess I will send people into PeZookia to gather the cabinet again and have civil defence give the all-clear. We'll clean up the cities, put looters to trial and continue living."
"I suppose it could've been worse."
"Yeah. Goddamn, we need a vacation. I'm thinking skiing in Canissia, followed by two weeks of lazing around on a Vulpesian beach."
"I have a better idea. Remember that forest hideout?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's go there and fuck each other's brains out."
Paul grinned. Yeah, that would work too.
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PRAVDA: By the gracious decision of the Secretary General, the people of the Red Technocracy get their New Year Holidays, a total of two weeks off, a month late
- Better late than never! - says a worker of the Putilov tractor factory. - I am relieved to see that the STAL (Strategic Threat Assessment Level, DEFCON equivalent) is back to 4.
The Supreme Council warned that the economic disruptions due to wartime tensions should be negated in the nearest months, which means naval traffic, air traffic and trade should be resumed at previous-year levels or greater.
The Red Technocracy citizens met the new day with joy as the Secretary General and his wife returned from the international Conference, and congratulated everyone with a successful Nuclear War Crisis resolution.
However, flags were lowered for 1 minute to honour the death of former president Sheppard of Shepnukistan; the Secretary General said it is a honour of a friend who "fell to the Dark Side", and it is intended to remember him as he once was, a trusted OMSK ally.
The factories are resuming normal work, and people who were on extended shifts finally get their rest.
- Better late than never! - says a worker of the Putilov tractor factory. - I am relieved to see that the STAL (Strategic Threat Assessment Level, DEFCON equivalent) is back to 4.
The Supreme Council warned that the economic disruptions due to wartime tensions should be negated in the nearest months, which means naval traffic, air traffic and trade should be resumed at previous-year levels or greater.
The Red Technocracy citizens met the new day with joy as the Secretary General and his wife returned from the international Conference, and congratulated everyone with a successful Nuclear War Crisis resolution.
However, flags were lowered for 1 minute to honour the death of former president Sheppard of Shepnukistan; the Secretary General said it is a honour of a friend who "fell to the Dark Side", and it is intended to remember him as he once was, a trusted OMSK ally.
The factories are resuming normal work, and people who were on extended shifts finally get their rest.
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Constantinople Times
Long awaited Christmas holiday week starts
Citizens finally left the underground bunkers to go back to their homes to celebrate their long awaited holiday. It was a huge collective sigh of relief as the Ecumenical Patriarch celebrated mass at the Hagia Sophia in honor of the occassion and declared that there would be a week of joyous celebration. "We thank the Lord God almighty for the grace he has granted."
Byzantine Government orders more transport aircraft from Red Technocracy.
The government has ordered 12 An-72s, 6 An-22P, 6 An-22A, 6 An-225 from Red Technocracy as the continuing design to expand the capabilities of the arms forces. The government also announced commitment to the Tu-2000 super scramjet project to be jointly developed with Red Technocracy. The government is also studying a sea platform to launch rockets purchased from Red Technocracy. The government will also purchase 2 Il-96 to refit as air tankers.
Byzantium Airlines orders aircraft from BAM
Byzantium Airlines issued orders to purchase 20 A321s and 10 A340s from BAM. To be used to expand services to the Duchys and below, the aircraft represents the first major order for BAM, a joint venture between MacMillian Aeronautics and Byzantine Aeronautics.
Long awaited Christmas holiday week starts
Citizens finally left the underground bunkers to go back to their homes to celebrate their long awaited holiday. It was a huge collective sigh of relief as the Ecumenical Patriarch celebrated mass at the Hagia Sophia in honor of the occassion and declared that there would be a week of joyous celebration. "We thank the Lord God almighty for the grace he has granted."
Byzantine Government orders more transport aircraft from Red Technocracy.
The government has ordered 12 An-72s, 6 An-22P, 6 An-22A, 6 An-225 from Red Technocracy as the continuing design to expand the capabilities of the arms forces. The government also announced commitment to the Tu-2000 super scramjet project to be jointly developed with Red Technocracy. The government is also studying a sea platform to launch rockets purchased from Red Technocracy. The government will also purchase 2 Il-96 to refit as air tankers.
Byzantium Airlines orders aircraft from BAM
Byzantium Airlines issued orders to purchase 20 A321s and 10 A340s from BAM. To be used to expand services to the Duchys and below, the aircraft represents the first major order for BAM, a joint venture between MacMillian Aeronautics and Byzantine Aeronautics.
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Atlantis, Conference Hall
Unreal Time
The Prime Minister, Shroom, sat there, mouth agape. Horrified at the sight in front of him. The unmoving body of President Sheppard, that monster. The still-smoking gun that reeked of cordite, in the hands of an even more horrific creature - King Joseph Blackadder VI.
King Joseph Blackadder VI looked at the delegates of the FUN. Looked at Prime Minister Shroom.
Shroom began to sob. Softly, quietly, to himself. He did the only thing he could do at that time.
He ate the donuts.
Picked one up without looking, placing all of it inside his mouth, stuffing it, chewing it, closing his eyes and trying not to see what he saw, savoring only the taste of the donuts, trying to forget what he had seen, heard, and smelled. Tasting the donut and it's strange new sprinkling that had an oddly metallic and meaty flavor. Swallowed it all, even though it nearly choked him. Picked up another donut, beginning to eat it just as the previous one had cleared his throat, and then another, and another...
He didn't fight when they took his plate away from him.
They offered him a glass of water and he drank from it.
Then he stood up and walked out of the room.
He would never come back.
Unreal Time
The Prime Minister, Shroom, sat there, mouth agape. Horrified at the sight in front of him. The unmoving body of President Sheppard, that monster. The still-smoking gun that reeked of cordite, in the hands of an even more horrific creature - King Joseph Blackadder VI.
King Joseph Blackadder VI looked at the delegates of the FUN. Looked at Prime Minister Shroom.
Shroom began to sob. Softly, quietly, to himself. He did the only thing he could do at that time.
He ate the donuts.
Picked one up without looking, placing all of it inside his mouth, stuffing it, chewing it, closing his eyes and trying not to see what he saw, savoring only the taste of the donuts, trying to forget what he had seen, heard, and smelled. Tasting the donut and it's strange new sprinkling that had an oddly metallic and meaty flavor. Swallowed it all, even though it nearly choked him. Picked up another donut, beginning to eat it just as the previous one had cleared his throat, and then another, and another...
He didn't fight when they took his plate away from him.
They offered him a glass of water and he drank from it.
Then he stood up and walked out of the room.
He would never come back.
"DO YOU WORSHIP HOMOSEXUALS?" - Curtis Saxton (source)shroom is a lovely boy and i wont hear a bad word against him - LUSY-CHAN!
Shit! Man, I didn't think of that! It took Shroom to properly interpret the screams of dying people
- PeZookShroom, I read out the stuff you write about us. You are an endless supply of morale down here. :p - an OWS street medic
Pink Sugar Heart Attack!
For some people on Nova Terra, the nuclear crisis was an incredible opportunity.
They have long attempted to deal with politicians they disliked using various means - they funded opposition candidates, they instigated political movements, engaged in massive disinformation and propoaganda, and once even engaged in armed terrorism.
It was small wonder they did that, really. They felt threatened - they had interests in many Central Sea countries, but most of them had regulations in place which made it difficult and costly to move their operatons elsewhere. This meant that government regulation could potentially lose them tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars.
In addition to that, they were powerful men. So powerful, in fact, that they viewed some duchies and principalities as weak, small and dependent on their mercy. One of these men even told the Duke of Baerne that he could buy his entire country with what his company made in a year.
And now, that insolent man calling himself King decided to take their money and hand it over to the masses. They had little interest in social projects and infrastructure, but they had plenty of interest in preserving their bottom line.
So they schemed how to remove the insolent King Paul I from power. And they failed so far...and it wasn't just desperation that drove them. It was also pride and personal hubris of many of these men, when they found out that not everything could be bought with money.
They were, of course, able to escape the country during the crisis. They moved to neutral places, places like Syndromia, St. George or the UKB - where they could stay safe and sound.
And now they met in a secluded ski resort in the UKB. They met to seize the moment.
"The entire country has been shut down. For about a week now people have been living in shelters and refugee camps out in the country, and they have no idea what is going on. The cities are empty, the army is busy keeping order amongst the refugees. Even the government dispersed itself in order to save as much of the power structures as possible. Gentlemen, this is our chance. We could seize power with ease, and install somebody sane on the throne.", the speaker was an older man of imposing posture, holding a glass of wine in his hand.
"What do you propose?", asked John Fleming, owner of six biggest brand of hygene products
"I have some contacts and informants in the PeZookian government structures. The king will return on a commercial airplane from Atlantis some time in the next two or three days. He has already sent messengers to assemble the government and bring them to Astoria, to the military terminal, which is very vulnerable right now compared to the usual state of affairs.
All we need to do is to destroy the entire cabinet in an,ah, "accident" and then present a savior of the nation. A savior loyal to us, of course."
"We'll need some time. If the people and authorities return to the cities, they'll easily counter our attempt."
"Yes...we can buy some time and keep people in bunkers."
"How?"
The imposing man smirked and began to delineate his plan.
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12 hours later, PeZookia, at night
Four small powered gliders landed on the meadow somewhere near Astoria. Few people knew the importance of a place nearby - an unimposing, red brick farmhouse. It was only ten kilometers from the landing site to that location.
Three gliders contained two men each, and one had only a single pilot and a large backpack in the back seat.
All gliders were quickly disassembled and buried. Two of the men retrieved silenced submachine guns from the backpack, while the rest armed themselves with various pistols. They disappeared into the night, heading towards a small, brick building which housed people guarding one of the many weapons caches scattered all across PeZookia.
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UKB, at the same time
"I'll repeat again - I need to get in touch with major Kulinsky of the RIS. He should be somewhere in PeZookia right now.", captain Madry has been head of the surveillance team which was tasked with observing the business moguls suspected of financing the Astoria Hostage Crisis. Their meeting in the UKB was unexpected, and he correctly guessed his superiors should know about it as soon as possible.
Except the emergency evacuations during the crisis have crippled all communications. It would be at least four days before all government agencies were back in working order.
"I'm afraid we have no direct contact with PeZookia at this moment. I cannot patch you through.", the Atlantean aide told him. Goddammit! And, of course, the Atlantean embassy had no intelligence department, while the UKB one has been partially evacuated. Fucking emergency procedures.
He had to think fast. Who else could he contact?
"Okay. Thanks."
He hung up and dialed another, international number. The FIA headquarters in Shroomania would hopefully have some PeZookian RIS officers on hand.
They have long attempted to deal with politicians they disliked using various means - they funded opposition candidates, they instigated political movements, engaged in massive disinformation and propoaganda, and once even engaged in armed terrorism.
It was small wonder they did that, really. They felt threatened - they had interests in many Central Sea countries, but most of them had regulations in place which made it difficult and costly to move their operatons elsewhere. This meant that government regulation could potentially lose them tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars.
In addition to that, they were powerful men. So powerful, in fact, that they viewed some duchies and principalities as weak, small and dependent on their mercy. One of these men even told the Duke of Baerne that he could buy his entire country with what his company made in a year.
And now, that insolent man calling himself King decided to take their money and hand it over to the masses. They had little interest in social projects and infrastructure, but they had plenty of interest in preserving their bottom line.
So they schemed how to remove the insolent King Paul I from power. And they failed so far...and it wasn't just desperation that drove them. It was also pride and personal hubris of many of these men, when they found out that not everything could be bought with money.
They were, of course, able to escape the country during the crisis. They moved to neutral places, places like Syndromia, St. George or the UKB - where they could stay safe and sound.
And now they met in a secluded ski resort in the UKB. They met to seize the moment.
"The entire country has been shut down. For about a week now people have been living in shelters and refugee camps out in the country, and they have no idea what is going on. The cities are empty, the army is busy keeping order amongst the refugees. Even the government dispersed itself in order to save as much of the power structures as possible. Gentlemen, this is our chance. We could seize power with ease, and install somebody sane on the throne.", the speaker was an older man of imposing posture, holding a glass of wine in his hand.
"What do you propose?", asked John Fleming, owner of six biggest brand of hygene products
"I have some contacts and informants in the PeZookian government structures. The king will return on a commercial airplane from Atlantis some time in the next two or three days. He has already sent messengers to assemble the government and bring them to Astoria, to the military terminal, which is very vulnerable right now compared to the usual state of affairs.
All we need to do is to destroy the entire cabinet in an,ah, "accident" and then present a savior of the nation. A savior loyal to us, of course."
"We'll need some time. If the people and authorities return to the cities, they'll easily counter our attempt."
"Yes...we can buy some time and keep people in bunkers."
"How?"
The imposing man smirked and began to delineate his plan.
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12 hours later, PeZookia, at night
Four small powered gliders landed on the meadow somewhere near Astoria. Few people knew the importance of a place nearby - an unimposing, red brick farmhouse. It was only ten kilometers from the landing site to that location.
Three gliders contained two men each, and one had only a single pilot and a large backpack in the back seat.
All gliders were quickly disassembled and buried. Two of the men retrieved silenced submachine guns from the backpack, while the rest armed themselves with various pistols. They disappeared into the night, heading towards a small, brick building which housed people guarding one of the many weapons caches scattered all across PeZookia.
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UKB, at the same time
"I'll repeat again - I need to get in touch with major Kulinsky of the RIS. He should be somewhere in PeZookia right now.", captain Madry has been head of the surveillance team which was tasked with observing the business moguls suspected of financing the Astoria Hostage Crisis. Their meeting in the UKB was unexpected, and he correctly guessed his superiors should know about it as soon as possible.
Except the emergency evacuations during the crisis have crippled all communications. It would be at least four days before all government agencies were back in working order.
"I'm afraid we have no direct contact with PeZookia at this moment. I cannot patch you through.", the Atlantean aide told him. Goddammit! And, of course, the Atlantean embassy had no intelligence department, while the UKB one has been partially evacuated. Fucking emergency procedures.
He had to think fast. Who else could he contact?
"Okay. Thanks."
He hung up and dialed another, international number. The FIA headquarters in Shroomania would hopefully have some PeZookian RIS officers on hand.
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
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Herald for the Court
While we in Wilkonia, and the MESS at large, have shared with all nations the painful fright of nuclear annihilaiton and our deliverance from it we still confront the world witht he tactics used to end this conflict. In the midst of a meeting hall where leaders of the world were gathered and, despite the urgency of the situaiton, peacably negotiating and end to the stalemate violence entered. It came in the form of the host of the ceremonies, King Blackadder himself.
It is perhaps instructive of why we have decried the UKB in the past that the King did not seek to work within the concert of nations to achieve a lasting and viable peace. Rather he unilaterally engaged in a coup d'etat by proxy within another nation.
Beyond recklessly threatening Saddamistan even as it finally began engaging the world in meaningful dialouge, beyond viciously murdering a former head of state after he no longer had power, beyond threatening every naiton with unstoppable intervention from the heavens Blackadder has shown that it will not hesitate to re-arrange the internal politics of any other nation by subterfuge adn violence if neccessarry for THEIR ends.
For all the disagreements between the MESS and Shepnukistan it has always been understood that the internal politics of a naiton are their own to decide. Much as with what was once Terra Libertia the MESS has made very publicl oursupport of the idea that the people must decide within the nation itself how they will be govrened. Blackadder has decided that he did not like the political arrangement of Shepnukistan and so he changed it. For this we rebuke him.
His actions have placed a Sword of Damacles above the heads of all of us and in the hands of a man who has shown he is not just willing to kill without trial or appeal but is willing to overthrow whole governments if they do not suit his will.
The MESS as a whole has not voted on actions but be it known that Wilkonia will seek sanctions against Blackadder for this despicable act.
/OOC So Bean who the fuck appinted you judge jury and executioner? I was ready to burn Nukistan to the ground if he didn't come to terms but once we averted war it was time to try diplomacy. You, after he is already out of power you chose to shoot the fucker. You didn't arrest him, you didn't try him for crimes against humanity, you shot the fucker in cold blood. You overthrew his government to suit your own purposes because the negotiations weren't as comprehensive as you wanted them to be. Fuck that man and try for ONCE, just ONCE, not to jump start the next war by solving the last conflict's problems (see also the whole current bullshit stems from your manueverings during the TL crisis). Maybe just maybe Blackadder can own up to the fact that hsi actions keep perpetuating more crises because he acts unilaterally and for his own good.
While we in Wilkonia, and the MESS at large, have shared with all nations the painful fright of nuclear annihilaiton and our deliverance from it we still confront the world witht he tactics used to end this conflict. In the midst of a meeting hall where leaders of the world were gathered and, despite the urgency of the situaiton, peacably negotiating and end to the stalemate violence entered. It came in the form of the host of the ceremonies, King Blackadder himself.
It is perhaps instructive of why we have decried the UKB in the past that the King did not seek to work within the concert of nations to achieve a lasting and viable peace. Rather he unilaterally engaged in a coup d'etat by proxy within another nation.
Beyond recklessly threatening Saddamistan even as it finally began engaging the world in meaningful dialouge, beyond viciously murdering a former head of state after he no longer had power, beyond threatening every naiton with unstoppable intervention from the heavens Blackadder has shown that it will not hesitate to re-arrange the internal politics of any other nation by subterfuge adn violence if neccessarry for THEIR ends.
For all the disagreements between the MESS and Shepnukistan it has always been understood that the internal politics of a naiton are their own to decide. Much as with what was once Terra Libertia the MESS has made very publicl oursupport of the idea that the people must decide within the nation itself how they will be govrened. Blackadder has decided that he did not like the political arrangement of Shepnukistan and so he changed it. For this we rebuke him.
His actions have placed a Sword of Damacles above the heads of all of us and in the hands of a man who has shown he is not just willing to kill without trial or appeal but is willing to overthrow whole governments if they do not suit his will.
The MESS as a whole has not voted on actions but be it known that Wilkonia will seek sanctions against Blackadder for this despicable act.
/OOC So Bean who the fuck appinted you judge jury and executioner? I was ready to burn Nukistan to the ground if he didn't come to terms but once we averted war it was time to try diplomacy. You, after he is already out of power you chose to shoot the fucker. You didn't arrest him, you didn't try him for crimes against humanity, you shot the fucker in cold blood. You overthrew his government to suit your own purposes because the negotiations weren't as comprehensive as you wanted them to be. Fuck that man and try for ONCE, just ONCE, not to jump start the next war by solving the last conflict's problems (see also the whole current bullshit stems from your manueverings during the TL crisis). Maybe just maybe Blackadder can own up to the fact that hsi actions keep perpetuating more crises because he acts unilaterally and for his own good.
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Former C.S. Strowbridge Gold Ego Award Winner
MEMBER of the Anti-PETA Anti-Facist LEAGUE
"I put no stock in religion. By the word religion I have seen the lunacy of fanatics of every denomination be called the will of god. I have seen too much religion in the eyes of too many murderers. Holiness is in right action, and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves, and goodness. "
-Kingdom of Heaven
The UKB, Strange-Time, right after the conference
The conference was over. Various national leaders left the hall and started commenting on what transpired there. Some of them left without saying a word.
A young PeZookian aide approached the group.
"Ladies and gentlemen, king Paul I would like to invite General Secretary Stanislav, king Arik, Prime Minister Shroom, Duke Lelouch, Emperor Heraclius and Duke Baerne to dinner, to be held today at the PeZookian compound."
The conference was over. Various national leaders left the hall and started commenting on what transpired there. Some of them left without saying a word.
A young PeZookian aide approached the group.
"Ladies and gentlemen, king Paul I would like to invite General Secretary Stanislav, king Arik, Prime Minister Shroom, Duke Lelouch, Emperor Heraclius and Duke Baerne to dinner, to be held today at the PeZookian compound."
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
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Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
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"Yeah," Arik said, "Yeah.... tell HIs Majesty I'll be there," the Canissian leader said.PeZook wrote:The UKB, Strange-Time, right after the conference
"Ladies and gentlemen, king Paul I would like to invite General Secretary Stanislav, king Arik, Prime Minister Shroom, Duke Lelouch, Emperor Heraclius and Duke Baerne to dinner, to be held today at the PeZookian compound."
"How can you eat at a time like this?" Samira rebuked him, "After what just happened?"
"Dear, there are dinners, and there are dinners. When folks come together to discuss precisely what just happened. And besides, we have to step carefully. At this time, now, for to be honest with you, at any moment King Blackadder could decide he doesn't like our socks and annihilate everyone."
Something about Libertarianism always bothered me. Then one day, I realized what it was:
Libertarian philosophy can be boiled down to the phrase, "Work Will Make You Free."
In Libertarianism, there is no Government, so the Bosses are free to exploit the Workers.
In Communism, there is no Government, so the Workers are free to exploit the Bosses.
So in Libertarianism, man exploits man, but in Communism, its the other way around!
If all you want to do is have some harmless, mindless fun, go H3RE INST3ADZ0RZ!!
Grrr! Fight my Brute, you pansy!
Libertarian philosophy can be boiled down to the phrase, "Work Will Make You Free."
In Libertarianism, there is no Government, so the Bosses are free to exploit the Workers.
In Communism, there is no Government, so the Workers are free to exploit the Bosses.
So in Libertarianism, man exploits man, but in Communism, its the other way around!
If all you want to do is have some harmless, mindless fun, go H3RE INST3ADZ0RZ!!
Grrr! Fight my Brute, you pansy!
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"I can't believe Blackadder did it..." the voice said. "That mad magnificent bastard."
"But he did, Easly. We have to be prepared for all contingencies, and now we know that we can never trust the Blackadders ever again. Despite the good it did, we can't allow any repeat of that Gurkha incident with the ShroomSat building. What if they send the SAS into the MacMillan Mansion, the next time around?"
"I understand, sir."
"Anyway, is this information correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Goddamn Blackadders. Space-based weapons..."
"The Red Technocrats have their SPIRALs, sir. This isn't that far fetched."
"I know. Can this weapon system be counteracted?"
"Yes it can, sir."
"Good. You're the expert on this aerospace stuff, so we're counting on you. Now, over to you, Risto."
"Sir, the Radio Free Nukistan has proved instrumental in riling up the citizenry - but it seems like other parties were able to exploit that situation. The Blackadders, the MI6."
"Goddamn Blackadders."
"Goddamn Blackadders."
"So, the new President is in the pocket of the UKB?"
"Possibly. As big as we are, the UKB was there first. OMSK history, remember?"
"I remember very well, Risto. My memory is better than Santa Claus'."
"I wouldn't want to be in your Naughty List, sir."
"No, you would not. You wouldn't want your stack of ISCA calendars burnt and then compressed to coal, would you?"
"No, sir. I would not. Is there anything else, sir?"
"Yes. Contact our home office. With the cessation of this nuclear nonsense, we're going back home. I miss the old Bat."
"At once, Director sir."
SOFIA
Shroomanian Office - Fungal Intelligence Agency
The place was deserted. The main building, that was. The marble floor was squeaky clean - in the little time it had been there, not many shoes had had the opportunity to mar its immaculate emblazonment. Under the minimal lightning, the SOFIA emblem that looked suspiciously like a Bat gleamed menacingly.
Baylor's Bat, they called it.
Scruffy the Janitor, now the custodian of the SOFIA main office, was one of the few souls left to tend to the old building. He was going by the motions of mopping the floor, while an MP5 was slung over his back. And with a pair of nightvision goggles over his eyes, now that he was entering one of the dark and dangerous recesses of the building.
The phone was ringing silently - just an imperceptible noise. But Scruffy the Janitor had very big ears - the better to listen with, you see. He also had very big hands - the better to snap people's necks with, you see.
He grabbed the phone with one big hand.
"Shroomanian Office, Fungal Intelligence Agency. How may I help you?" he said. "Oh, Director sir. Ah, you're returning, I see? Okay. I shall ready your room then, immediately. Of course, the air conditioners shall be set to the lowest temperature possible. I know, sir. If only I could turn the SOFIA building into a meatlocker to accommodate your environmental preferences, sir... you're welcome, sir."
He placed the receiver down and, almost immediately, the phone rang again. Scruffy groaned. Maybe the Director changed his mind, not wanting to refrigerate himself in his hermetically sealed chamber, but instead deciding to spend some time in the jacuzzi instead...
"Shroomanian Office, Fungal Intelligence Agency. How may I help you?" he began once again. "Major Kulinsky of the RIS? I'll try to see what I can do... hold on."
He hobbled over to the operator's station and activated the console. It was, like, a master's switchboard that could patch you through to almost everyone who mattered - it had a contact list, as well.
K for Kulinsky. His contact details were sparse, as was the norm for secret agent men. It listed his last known position, and his contact number.
"I'll redirect your call, this will take a few seconds," Scruffy said to the man on the line, who had identified himself as Captain Madry. Scruffy wouldn't just patch strangers through to FUN intelligence agents. "Hold on."
He placed the phone down and pressed a few buttons on the operator's console and the light turned from yellow to green. Content with doing a job well done, Scruffy was just about to go when...
"Shroomanian Office, Fungal Intelligence Agency. How may I help - oh, it's you again. No one would pick up his number? Well, I don't know what else I can do for you, sir. Matter of great importance, national emergency? Okay, I'll try to see what else I can do," Scruffy went back to the operator's console - tapping away at the keyboard while going over the telescreen's information display. "I can patch you through to his wife or his daughter's cellphone. Which one do you want first?"
"But he did, Easly. We have to be prepared for all contingencies, and now we know that we can never trust the Blackadders ever again. Despite the good it did, we can't allow any repeat of that Gurkha incident with the ShroomSat building. What if they send the SAS into the MacMillan Mansion, the next time around?"
"I understand, sir."
"Anyway, is this information correct?"
"Yes sir."
"Goddamn Blackadders. Space-based weapons..."
"The Red Technocrats have their SPIRALs, sir. This isn't that far fetched."
"I know. Can this weapon system be counteracted?"
"Yes it can, sir."
"Good. You're the expert on this aerospace stuff, so we're counting on you. Now, over to you, Risto."
"Sir, the Radio Free Nukistan has proved instrumental in riling up the citizenry - but it seems like other parties were able to exploit that situation. The Blackadders, the MI6."
"Goddamn Blackadders."
"Goddamn Blackadders."
"So, the new President is in the pocket of the UKB?"
"Possibly. As big as we are, the UKB was there first. OMSK history, remember?"
"I remember very well, Risto. My memory is better than Santa Claus'."
"I wouldn't want to be in your Naughty List, sir."
"No, you would not. You wouldn't want your stack of ISCA calendars burnt and then compressed to coal, would you?"
"No, sir. I would not. Is there anything else, sir?"
"Yes. Contact our home office. With the cessation of this nuclear nonsense, we're going back home. I miss the old Bat."
"At once, Director sir."
SOFIA
Shroomanian Office - Fungal Intelligence Agency
The place was deserted. The main building, that was. The marble floor was squeaky clean - in the little time it had been there, not many shoes had had the opportunity to mar its immaculate emblazonment. Under the minimal lightning, the SOFIA emblem that looked suspiciously like a Bat gleamed menacingly.
Baylor's Bat, they called it.
Scruffy the Janitor, now the custodian of the SOFIA main office, was one of the few souls left to tend to the old building. He was going by the motions of mopping the floor, while an MP5 was slung over his back. And with a pair of nightvision goggles over his eyes, now that he was entering one of the dark and dangerous recesses of the building.
The phone was ringing silently - just an imperceptible noise. But Scruffy the Janitor had very big ears - the better to listen with, you see. He also had very big hands - the better to snap people's necks with, you see.
He grabbed the phone with one big hand.
"Shroomanian Office, Fungal Intelligence Agency. How may I help you?" he said. "Oh, Director sir. Ah, you're returning, I see? Okay. I shall ready your room then, immediately. Of course, the air conditioners shall be set to the lowest temperature possible. I know, sir. If only I could turn the SOFIA building into a meatlocker to accommodate your environmental preferences, sir... you're welcome, sir."
He placed the receiver down and, almost immediately, the phone rang again. Scruffy groaned. Maybe the Director changed his mind, not wanting to refrigerate himself in his hermetically sealed chamber, but instead deciding to spend some time in the jacuzzi instead...
"Shroomanian Office, Fungal Intelligence Agency. How may I help you?" he began once again. "Major Kulinsky of the RIS? I'll try to see what I can do... hold on."
He hobbled over to the operator's station and activated the console. It was, like, a master's switchboard that could patch you through to almost everyone who mattered - it had a contact list, as well.
K for Kulinsky. His contact details were sparse, as was the norm for secret agent men. It listed his last known position, and his contact number.
"I'll redirect your call, this will take a few seconds," Scruffy said to the man on the line, who had identified himself as Captain Madry. Scruffy wouldn't just patch strangers through to FUN intelligence agents. "Hold on."
He placed the phone down and pressed a few buttons on the operator's console and the light turned from yellow to green. Content with doing a job well done, Scruffy was just about to go when...
"Shroomanian Office, Fungal Intelligence Agency. How may I help - oh, it's you again. No one would pick up his number? Well, I don't know what else I can do for you, sir. Matter of great importance, national emergency? Okay, I'll try to see what else I can do," Scruffy went back to the operator's console - tapping away at the keyboard while going over the telescreen's information display. "I can patch you through to his wife or his daughter's cellphone. Which one do you want first?"
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The GEV crew watched as the battlefleet seemed to be pulling away, They fired another flare, this time a Green one, hopefully that would get someone's attention.
Minas Morgûl via teleconfrence:
"Blackadder's are not following the fuckin script!"
"Yes, I know, one of our good guys with a lap top should be able to infiltrate the whole network, at the last minute?"
"Suggestions?"
"Well we could start releasing some of those trojans we kept in storage."
"Sealed system, not part of the regular net, and doesn't respond to it."
"Well we do know communication protocols with the regular satillite systems?"
"Yeah so?"
"wait you aren't suggesting we sabotage the whole global positioning and communications grid, in order to bring down a WMD?"
"Mc Millian and us are in the process of building enough alternative means that we would be able to preserve civilization if needed. Besides, do we really want a bunch of Sociopathic Blackadders threatening the world?"
"You can't do this!"
"Oh get of your Fuckin high horse bitch"
"Listen lets table this until we have things more secure."
*arguing continues*
Minas Morgûl via teleconfrence:
"Blackadder's are not following the fuckin script!"
"Yes, I know, one of our good guys with a lap top should be able to infiltrate the whole network, at the last minute?"
"Suggestions?"
"Well we could start releasing some of those trojans we kept in storage."
"Sealed system, not part of the regular net, and doesn't respond to it."
"Well we do know communication protocols with the regular satillite systems?"
"Yeah so?"
"wait you aren't suggesting we sabotage the whole global positioning and communications grid, in order to bring down a WMD?"
"Mc Millian and us are in the process of building enough alternative means that we would be able to preserve civilization if needed. Besides, do we really want a bunch of Sociopathic Blackadders threatening the world?"
"You can't do this!"
"Oh get of your Fuckin high horse bitch"
"Listen lets table this until we have things more secure."
*arguing continues*
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Imperial Chronicles
"You know, I'm reminded again why we left OMSK," the Emperor muttered to himself. The shock of Sheppard's death had soon passed, and replaced by bitterness. The conference, as he had correctly predicted, despite the initial promise, had failed, miserably. All a result of a wave of a gun.
"So yes, we aren't going to come to some damn conference like this again. That was ridiculous. Shooting Sheppard in cold blood. Seriously, I have no idea what else to say. I mean, I was all ready to talk peace and compromise, and certainly not stare down someone's carcass. There will be ramifications from this. That most I am certain. The Saddamistan problem now has possibly worsened, and we know now fully that UKB cannot be trusted," he told his chief adviser.
"Highness, what about King Paul's invitation?"
The Emperor sighed. "Bring more bottles of that fine wine. We will be needing lots of it tonight." Then the Varangian Guards escorted the Emperor out of the conference hall. Waving his security chief over, "Make a check that UKB has not laid a single finger on our people." The security chief nodded.
"You know, I'm reminded again why we left OMSK," the Emperor muttered to himself. The shock of Sheppard's death had soon passed, and replaced by bitterness. The conference, as he had correctly predicted, despite the initial promise, had failed, miserably. All a result of a wave of a gun.
"So yes, we aren't going to come to some damn conference like this again. That was ridiculous. Shooting Sheppard in cold blood. Seriously, I have no idea what else to say. I mean, I was all ready to talk peace and compromise, and certainly not stare down someone's carcass. There will be ramifications from this. That most I am certain. The Saddamistan problem now has possibly worsened, and we know now fully that UKB cannot be trusted," he told his chief adviser.
"Highness, what about King Paul's invitation?"
The Emperor sighed. "Bring more bottles of that fine wine. We will be needing lots of it tonight." Then the Varangian Guards escorted the Emperor out of the conference hall. Waving his security chief over, "Make a check that UKB has not laid a single finger on our people." The security chief nodded.
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Republic to close embassy in Atlantis, (leaving Xanadu where it is)
Alternative meeting sites being discussed.
More farms, high speed communications, and other services being offered. Hughes Kaiser has stepped up construction, of communication airships. as well as preperations for building more communications systems and fiberoptic systems. Beorn Digital went public today with high intial offerings. In addition to food jobs, Bear Republic industrialists have offered to supply Tonkin, a number of small countries and even Libertopian business represenitives with design specs and factory start up funds for the production of cheap consumer goods.
Alternative meeting sites being discussed.
More farms, high speed communications, and other services being offered. Hughes Kaiser has stepped up construction, of communication airships. as well as preperations for building more communications systems and fiberoptic systems. Beorn Digital went public today with high intial offerings. In addition to food jobs, Bear Republic industrialists have offered to supply Tonkin, a number of small countries and even Libertopian business represenitives with design specs and factory start up funds for the production of cheap consumer goods.
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Sometime After Sheppard's Assassination
Arlantis-the Corridors of Power
The Duke of Baerne had not been expecting this. Oh, he had been certain something, but not the assassination of one of the most powerful people on New Terra. Especially not by the very hand of their host, King Blackadder the VI. While the violence of the act repulsed him, as did the breach of diplomatic protocols, Duke James appreciated the need for it, and silently applauded King Blackadder for his willingness to act.
"Captain?" he said, glancing to the commander of his bodyguards.
"Yes, Your Grace?" answered the Baernish Army officer.
"Arrange a meeting with the Blackadder ambassador when we get back to Fortress Baerne. There's some things that need to be said."
Sometime After Sheppard's Assassination
Arlantis-the Corridors of Power
The Duke of Baerne had not been expecting this. Oh, he had been certain something, but not the assassination of one of the most powerful people on New Terra. Especially not by the very hand of their host, King Blackadder the VI. While the violence of the act repulsed him, as did the breach of diplomatic protocols, Duke James appreciated the need for it, and silently applauded King Blackadder for his willingness to act.
"Captain?" he said, glancing to the commander of his bodyguards.
"Yes, Your Grace?" answered the Baernish Army officer.
"Arrange a meeting with the Blackadder ambassador when we get back to Fortress Baerne. There's some things that need to be said."
Conversion Table:
2000 Mockingbirds = 2 Kilomockingbirds
Basic Unit of Laryngitis = 1 Hoarsepower
453.6 Graham Crackers = 1 Pound Cake
1 Kilogram of Falling Figs - 1 Fig Newton
Time Between Slipping on a Banana Peel and Smacking the Pavement = 1 Bananosecond
Half of a Large Intestine = 1 Semicolon
2000 Mockingbirds = 2 Kilomockingbirds
Basic Unit of Laryngitis = 1 Hoarsepower
453.6 Graham Crackers = 1 Pound Cake
1 Kilogram of Falling Figs - 1 Fig Newton
Time Between Slipping on a Banana Peel and Smacking the Pavement = 1 Bananosecond
Half of a Large Intestine = 1 Semicolon
"Try his daughter's cell phone", Madry said. The guy on the other side of the line sounded a bit strange, but he seemed to know what he was doing. The cell phone network was automated, so the call may just come through.
"Hold on for a moment, there.", Scruffy replied while his fingers tapdanced on the keyboard, "There you go. Remember that this is not a secure line."
"Thanks"
"You're welcome! Thank you for calling the Fungal Intelligence Agency!", Scruffy said, and put down the phone.
"Weirdo...", madry muttered under his nose while waiting for the call to come through
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PeZookia, village of Grabiny Zameczek
The small country house was asleep, with its occupants uneasily turning in their beds, uncertain about world affairs. Television didn't work, radio only broadcasted civil defence announcements from time to time, urgin everybody to remain calm and listen to the authorities. It sounded like a recordings, so it was posibble the entire command structure was already dead.
The silence of the sleeping household was broken by a cell phone, which started furiously playing "Pound me, macho man, just one more time!", a single hit of a world-renowned Shroomanian shitpop singer.
This was probably the only ringing cell phone in all PeZookia outside of official hands - and most important officials had their phones turned off, so that invading bombers couldn't locate the signals. The entire network was nationalized, but the call had all the proper codes.
A surprised young girl woke up and grabbed the phone, almost dropping it on the floor in the process. The number was restricted.
Her mother looked over her shoulder.
"Restricted number, mom.", she said in a resigned tone and was about to cancel the call
"Jesus, what are you doing? Give it to me.", her mother grabbed the phone. It couldn't be a Tonkin telemarketer, not today.
"Amanda Kulinsky", she said into the receiver
"Uh...hello, ma'am. My name is Madry, I need to contact your father."
"You're talking to John's wife. What's this about?"
"It's a national emergency,ma'am, and I've been unable to contact him through the usual channels."
"I'm afraid John isn't with me today, international crisis and all. Can I pass a message?"
On the other side of the line, captain Madry almost groaned
"Can you find him within the next couple of hours? I am not kidding - this could be an extremely important message."
"I...yes, I think I can find him."
"Tell him that the chickens had been summoned."
"What?"
"The chickens had been summoned. Look, ma'am, your husband worsk in the RIS."
The man had a point
"Very well. I'll pass the message."
"Thank you"
Amanda put down the phone and stared at it for a while.
"Dear, I'll be leaving now. You stay here and don't go anywhere, okay?"
"What, now? It's the middle of the night, mom!"
"I know, but something has happened"
"Duh. Nuclear war!"
"No, it's not that. You stay here with grandma and don't go anywhere. Understood?"
Her daughter glared at her, but nodded. Mom picked up this tone from dad.
"Good"
Amanda Kulinsky got dressed quickly and got into her car. She had a rough idea of where her husband was supposed to be, but she had to admit - finding him would not be easy.
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Two hours later
It was a quick and brutal attack. The inhabitants of this house were just four soldiers, and most of their duties was related to staying hidden. Despite the Astoria Hostage Crisis two years ago, additional security measures implemented weren't very stringent - posting a regular watch, having a network of sensors around the farm and moving the caches about was about it.
When the first perimeter sensors lit up for the tenth time that night, corporal Karol Tuczynski sighed and grabbed his service rifle.Probably another animal, he thought. It was always an animal.
He awakened his comrade, and walked out towards the sensor. As he approached it, he was shot five times with a silenced submachine gun. A second attacker grabbed his rifle and raked the lowest window of the house with a long burst, while the rest of the attack team closed rapidly, using night-vision goggles.
They completely surprised the defenders. Only the soldier corporal Tuczynski awoke managed to shoot back, wounding one attacker, before himself being shot in the head by his comrade's own service rifle.
The remaining two soldiers were shot before they even managed to grab their weapons. The weapon cache was theirs.
The assault leader signalled his team, and dropped an IR strobe on the ground to signal the powered gliders which were approaching now. He wondered how his sponsors managed to get accurate intelligence data on the place.
"Hold on for a moment, there.", Scruffy replied while his fingers tapdanced on the keyboard, "There you go. Remember that this is not a secure line."
"Thanks"
"You're welcome! Thank you for calling the Fungal Intelligence Agency!", Scruffy said, and put down the phone.
"Weirdo...", madry muttered under his nose while waiting for the call to come through
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PeZookia, village of Grabiny Zameczek
The small country house was asleep, with its occupants uneasily turning in their beds, uncertain about world affairs. Television didn't work, radio only broadcasted civil defence announcements from time to time, urgin everybody to remain calm and listen to the authorities. It sounded like a recordings, so it was posibble the entire command structure was already dead.
The silence of the sleeping household was broken by a cell phone, which started furiously playing "Pound me, macho man, just one more time!", a single hit of a world-renowned Shroomanian shitpop singer.
This was probably the only ringing cell phone in all PeZookia outside of official hands - and most important officials had their phones turned off, so that invading bombers couldn't locate the signals. The entire network was nationalized, but the call had all the proper codes.
A surprised young girl woke up and grabbed the phone, almost dropping it on the floor in the process. The number was restricted.
Her mother looked over her shoulder.
"Restricted number, mom.", she said in a resigned tone and was about to cancel the call
"Jesus, what are you doing? Give it to me.", her mother grabbed the phone. It couldn't be a Tonkin telemarketer, not today.
"Amanda Kulinsky", she said into the receiver
"Uh...hello, ma'am. My name is Madry, I need to contact your father."
"You're talking to John's wife. What's this about?"
"It's a national emergency,ma'am, and I've been unable to contact him through the usual channels."
"I'm afraid John isn't with me today, international crisis and all. Can I pass a message?"
On the other side of the line, captain Madry almost groaned
"Can you find him within the next couple of hours? I am not kidding - this could be an extremely important message."
"I...yes, I think I can find him."
"Tell him that the chickens had been summoned."
"What?"
"The chickens had been summoned. Look, ma'am, your husband worsk in the RIS."
The man had a point
"Very well. I'll pass the message."
"Thank you"
Amanda put down the phone and stared at it for a while.
"Dear, I'll be leaving now. You stay here and don't go anywhere, okay?"
"What, now? It's the middle of the night, mom!"
"I know, but something has happened"
"Duh. Nuclear war!"
"No, it's not that. You stay here with grandma and don't go anywhere. Understood?"
Her daughter glared at her, but nodded. Mom picked up this tone from dad.
"Good"
Amanda Kulinsky got dressed quickly and got into her car. She had a rough idea of where her husband was supposed to be, but she had to admit - finding him would not be easy.
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Two hours later
It was a quick and brutal attack. The inhabitants of this house were just four soldiers, and most of their duties was related to staying hidden. Despite the Astoria Hostage Crisis two years ago, additional security measures implemented weren't very stringent - posting a regular watch, having a network of sensors around the farm and moving the caches about was about it.
When the first perimeter sensors lit up for the tenth time that night, corporal Karol Tuczynski sighed and grabbed his service rifle.Probably another animal, he thought. It was always an animal.
He awakened his comrade, and walked out towards the sensor. As he approached it, he was shot five times with a silenced submachine gun. A second attacker grabbed his rifle and raked the lowest window of the house with a long burst, while the rest of the attack team closed rapidly, using night-vision goggles.
They completely surprised the defenders. Only the soldier corporal Tuczynski awoke managed to shoot back, wounding one attacker, before himself being shot in the head by his comrade's own service rifle.
The remaining two soldiers were shot before they even managed to grab their weapons. The weapon cache was theirs.
The assault leader signalled his team, and dropped an IR strobe on the ground to signal the powered gliders which were approaching now. He wondered how his sponsors managed to get accurate intelligence data on the place.
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
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Constantinople Times
Official statement from the Emperor on the Death of President Sheppard of Shepnukistan
The Emperor regards the recent killing of President Sheppard of Shepnukistan to be deplorable and completely dishonorable. While Byzantium was most certainly at odds with Shepnukistan with regards to Terra Libertia, Byzantium does not condone vigilante justice, nor does it recognise the authority of King BlackAdder to administer justice on Atlantis or any state outside UKB.
The Byzantine Government has often regarded King BlackAdder's intentions with suspicion, and its worse fears were crystalised today at the conference in Atlantis. Not only has King BlackAdder's unilateralism once again proven to be completely improper for a head of state, to even go as far as to subvert a government and to kill a head of state without due cause beyond petty revenge is unacceptable.
To that end, ties with the UKB may or may not be altogether severed. The Government is still discussing how best to deal with the situation. Regardless, Atlantis no longer considered neutral ground again.
Byzantine Government to send representatives to Bear Republic to discuss business deals
The Byzantium Government will send the trade minister to head a delegation of Byzantine corporate heads to the Bear Republic to discuss possible deals. Of particular interest was to upgrade the communications infrastructure of Byzantium and to discuss further agricultural collaboration. Representatives from BAM will also go to meet their counterparts to discuss possible applications for airship technology.
Official statement from the Emperor on the Death of President Sheppard of Shepnukistan
The Emperor regards the recent killing of President Sheppard of Shepnukistan to be deplorable and completely dishonorable. While Byzantium was most certainly at odds with Shepnukistan with regards to Terra Libertia, Byzantium does not condone vigilante justice, nor does it recognise the authority of King BlackAdder to administer justice on Atlantis or any state outside UKB.
The Byzantine Government has often regarded King BlackAdder's intentions with suspicion, and its worse fears were crystalised today at the conference in Atlantis. Not only has King BlackAdder's unilateralism once again proven to be completely improper for a head of state, to even go as far as to subvert a government and to kill a head of state without due cause beyond petty revenge is unacceptable.
To that end, ties with the UKB may or may not be altogether severed. The Government is still discussing how best to deal with the situation. Regardless, Atlantis no longer considered neutral ground again.
Byzantine Government to send representatives to Bear Republic to discuss business deals
The Byzantium Government will send the trade minister to head a delegation of Byzantine corporate heads to the Bear Republic to discuss possible deals. Of particular interest was to upgrade the communications infrastructure of Byzantium and to discuss further agricultural collaboration. Representatives from BAM will also go to meet their counterparts to discuss possible applications for airship technology.
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Unreal Time
The Prime Minister took solace in doing the normal. What he used to do before the world nearly came crashing down, only to be 'saved' by the summary execution of President Shep right there in front of him...
Shep... goddamn it. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you...
From the corner of Shroom's eye came a single teardrop.
He slammed his arms on the table and threw the papers and documents and bills and legislations and files and folders and parchments and scrolls he was working on, threw it across the room.
"Goddamn it!" he cried out loud. "Who made him Judge Judy and Executioner?!"
There was a soft knock on his door.
It was one of his secretaries... Alison, if he remembered right. Normally, he barely remembered their faces, couldn't even remember the names of his fellow world leaders. But now, he could, strangely enough. Names and faces, dates and places.
"Sir," she said, perhaps a bit frightened that in his fragile mental state, the Prime Minister might shoot her in the face.
"Yes?"
"King Paul's inviting you to a dinner, in the PeZookian compound."
Shroom nodded.
"Will you be going?"
"Yes," he said. He stood up and headed for the door, lightly brushed her aside, and made his way to the elevator.
"Sir... wouldn't you want to change your -"
"No, I don't think so," he uttered, as if he had barely heard her. He didn't need to, change his clothes. The little splatter marks that were what's left of former President Shep's brain would serve as a good reminder. "No. I think I'll be keeping this tie, thank you for asking, Alison."
"How about your escort?"
"There's no need for that..."
The elevator's doors began to close.
The secretary stuck her arm between them, stopping them from closing.
"Yes?"
"Sir, forgive me, but I just thought you might need someone to record the proceedings of your meeting..." she explained. "And you might get lost, sir. I've been around here a couple of times, running errands to the PeZookian embassy, so I know my way around and..."
"That's good to know." Shroom smiled weakly. "Come on, we don't want to be late."
Unreal Time
The Prime Minister took solace in doing the normal. What he used to do before the world nearly came crashing down, only to be 'saved' by the summary execution of President Shep right there in front of him...
Shep... goddamn it. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I couldn't save you...
From the corner of Shroom's eye came a single teardrop.
He slammed his arms on the table and threw the papers and documents and bills and legislations and files and folders and parchments and scrolls he was working on, threw it across the room.
"Goddamn it!" he cried out loud. "Who made him Judge Judy and Executioner?!"
There was a soft knock on his door.
It was one of his secretaries... Alison, if he remembered right. Normally, he barely remembered their faces, couldn't even remember the names of his fellow world leaders. But now, he could, strangely enough. Names and faces, dates and places.
"Sir," she said, perhaps a bit frightened that in his fragile mental state, the Prime Minister might shoot her in the face.
"Yes?"
"King Paul's inviting you to a dinner, in the PeZookian compound."
Shroom nodded.
"Will you be going?"
"Yes," he said. He stood up and headed for the door, lightly brushed her aside, and made his way to the elevator.
"Sir... wouldn't you want to change your -"
"No, I don't think so," he uttered, as if he had barely heard her. He didn't need to, change his clothes. The little splatter marks that were what's left of former President Shep's brain would serve as a good reminder. "No. I think I'll be keeping this tie, thank you for asking, Alison."
"How about your escort?"
"There's no need for that..."
The elevator's doors began to close.
The secretary stuck her arm between them, stopping them from closing.
"Yes?"
"Sir, forgive me, but I just thought you might need someone to record the proceedings of your meeting..." she explained. "And you might get lost, sir. I've been around here a couple of times, running errands to the PeZookian embassy, so I know my way around and..."
"That's good to know." Shroom smiled weakly. "Come on, we don't want to be late."
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"DO YOU WORSHIP HOMOSEXUALS?" - Curtis Saxton (source)shroom is a lovely boy and i wont hear a bad word against him - LUSY-CHAN!
Shit! Man, I didn't think of that! It took Shroom to properly interpret the screams of dying people
- PeZookShroom, I read out the stuff you write about us. You are an endless supply of morale down here. :p - an OWS street medic
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DarthShady
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Location: Shadow Empire, Imperial Command Bunker
[God Emperor Shady] Well i didn't see that coming.
[Elena] Nobody did.
[God Emperor Shady] Alright, lets get to business. Get the military back on peacetime alert levels and get the people back to their homes.
[Elena] So everything goes back to normal.
[God Emperor Shady] Yes. And contact our FUN friends we must decide how to proceed.
[Elena] Yes my Lord.
[God Emperor Shady] Well i didn't see that coming.
[Elena] Nobody did.
[God Emperor Shady] Alright, lets get to business. Get the military back on peacetime alert levels and get the people back to their homes.
[Elena] So everything goes back to normal.
[God Emperor Shady] Yes. And contact our FUN friends we must decide how to proceed.
[Elena] Yes my Lord.
Clark Field, Adrianopolis
The 1st Airborne had already dispersed with the increase in tensions with thye UAR, and, following Adrianopolis betrayal of the MESS, had disappeared into the jungles.
Fortunately, the massive aid in reconstruction following the Tsunami had gained the 1sr Airborne much credit with the villages and Hamlets in the boonies, allowing for a place to get food and water while fighting the Adrianopoli forces. To the East, the Yellow Rose Strike Group had turned around and was rushing West to help extract the first airborne; the two squadrons from the 1st ADW had been destroyed on the ground by a barrage of TLAMs(minus the 5 that had got off the ground or were on CAP when the seizure order came through).
But following Montoya's coup, quiet permission had been giving for the Airborne to pack up and leave the country, already the remaining functioning vehicles had been loaded onto LSRAF C-17s, while the leg infantry were boarding chartered commercial flights.
Presidential Palace, Austin
Lonestar had been nervous about leaving his hiding space, but...ultimately he decided that a return to Austin would show that the LSR was serious about de-escalation.
Shep, Shep...if you hadn't started this thing it would have never happened. The actions of Blackadder confirmed Lonestar's suspicions....Blackadder was, to put it politely, a Bravo-Foxtrot.
And what did this little adventure get the LSR? 20 destroyed airplanes? 100+ dead airborne troops? The traitorous dogs in Adrianopolis...well, it seems that the Great Saddam was more trustworthy, coup not withstanding.
Blackadder...what to do with Blackadder? Already the "essential personnel to the well-being of the republic" were returning home, but who knew if Blackadder would intern them next time? The man was clearly deranged, and had even less regard for international agreements than the UAR.
Bringing a gun onto Atlantis soil? Not even the Saddamistani agents had tried to pull somethings like that. Oh, it was taken as gospel that there was a well-arm squad of commandos on the plane that the rep had taken, but there was a big difference between setting up an extraction team and carrying firearms into the meeting hall.
Still, this whole misadventure had taught Lonestar that his enemies had invested quite a bit into the more esoteric technologies, technologies that now gave them an immense advantage. Effective immediately, BLACK COLT, the SSTO rocket plane in development since 2008, would be made public and perfected. He knew from his agents in Shepnukistan that they had been pursuing a more conservative two-stage rocketplane, but they were drawing a complete blank from the UKB.
The 1st Airborne had already dispersed with the increase in tensions with thye UAR, and, following Adrianopolis betrayal of the MESS, had disappeared into the jungles.
Fortunately, the massive aid in reconstruction following the Tsunami had gained the 1sr Airborne much credit with the villages and Hamlets in the boonies, allowing for a place to get food and water while fighting the Adrianopoli forces. To the East, the Yellow Rose Strike Group had turned around and was rushing West to help extract the first airborne; the two squadrons from the 1st ADW had been destroyed on the ground by a barrage of TLAMs(minus the 5 that had got off the ground or were on CAP when the seizure order came through).
But following Montoya's coup, quiet permission had been giving for the Airborne to pack up and leave the country, already the remaining functioning vehicles had been loaded onto LSRAF C-17s, while the leg infantry were boarding chartered commercial flights.
Presidential Palace, Austin
Lonestar had been nervous about leaving his hiding space, but...ultimately he decided that a return to Austin would show that the LSR was serious about de-escalation.
Shep, Shep...if you hadn't started this thing it would have never happened. The actions of Blackadder confirmed Lonestar's suspicions....Blackadder was, to put it politely, a Bravo-Foxtrot.
And what did this little adventure get the LSR? 20 destroyed airplanes? 100+ dead airborne troops? The traitorous dogs in Adrianopolis...well, it seems that the Great Saddam was more trustworthy, coup not withstanding.
Blackadder...what to do with Blackadder? Already the "essential personnel to the well-being of the republic" were returning home, but who knew if Blackadder would intern them next time? The man was clearly deranged, and had even less regard for international agreements than the UAR.
Bringing a gun onto Atlantis soil? Not even the Saddamistani agents had tried to pull somethings like that. Oh, it was taken as gospel that there was a well-arm squad of commandos on the plane that the rep had taken, but there was a big difference between setting up an extraction team and carrying firearms into the meeting hall.
Still, this whole misadventure had taught Lonestar that his enemies had invested quite a bit into the more esoteric technologies, technologies that now gave them an immense advantage. Effective immediately, BLACK COLT, the SSTO rocket plane in development since 2008, would be made public and perfected. He knew from his agents in Shepnukistan that they had been pursuing a more conservative two-stage rocketplane, but they were drawing a complete blank from the UKB.
"The rifle itself has no moral stature, since it has no will of its own. Naturally, it may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but there are more good men than evil, and while the latter cannot be persuaded to the path of righteousness by propaganda, they can certainly be corrected by good men with rifles."
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General Deathdealer
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Baal Daily News
82nd Airborne Returns from Adrianapolis
The 82nd Airborne Brigade returned from Adrianapolis today. They had been in Adrianapolis when that country decided to stab the MESS in the back and were interned in country. Due to the recent power change in Adrianapolis, the 82nd was released along with all of its equipment and allowed to return to the Duchy. It will still take a couple days to get all of the equipment and personnel out of Adrianapolis, but the entire Brigade is expected to be on Duchy soil by the end of the week.
In a related note, the entire Duchy Navy has returned from the emergency deployment.
Also, it has been announced by the Ministry of Defense that the military is standing back down to peacetime levels. They have also announced that it is safe for all civilians to return home and go back to their normal day-to-day activities.
82nd Airborne Returns from Adrianapolis
The 82nd Airborne Brigade returned from Adrianapolis today. They had been in Adrianapolis when that country decided to stab the MESS in the back and were interned in country. Due to the recent power change in Adrianapolis, the 82nd was released along with all of its equipment and allowed to return to the Duchy. It will still take a couple days to get all of the equipment and personnel out of Adrianapolis, but the entire Brigade is expected to be on Duchy soil by the end of the week.
In a related note, the entire Duchy Navy has returned from the emergency deployment.
Also, it has been announced by the Ministry of Defense that the military is standing back down to peacetime levels. They have also announced that it is safe for all civilians to return home and go back to their normal day-to-day activities.
"Don't fuck with The Mess. Unless you've been there, done that, and have the t-shirt, shut your cakehole." - Me
"By the Blood of Sanguinius" - Blood Angels Battlecry
"The enemies of the Emperor fear many things. They fear discovery, defeat, despair and death. Yet there is one thing they fear above all others. They fear the wrath of the Space Marines." - Anonymous
"This can't be good" - Sherriff Jack Carter
"By the Blood of Sanguinius" - Blood Angels Battlecry
"The enemies of the Emperor fear many things. They fear discovery, defeat, despair and death. Yet there is one thing they fear above all others. They fear the wrath of the Space Marines." - Anonymous
"This can't be good" - Sherriff Jack Carter
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The Yosemite Bear
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Well it wasn't a fight club, but the bar did have a set of shroomstation martial arts platform games. you made your moves and a video representation of your self preformed them.
The soldier facing Jason was beginning to dislike Jason's prefrence for fast kicks and constantly jumping around. "Are you just going to keep dancing like that kid!"
Jason responded with a toothy grin, as the soldier's avatar struck, Jason's dropped the foot sweep shot out connecting with the other avatar's knee, it buckled sideways, as the avatars were moving again, Jason suddenly did a handstand, then a shoulder spin, the circular momentum of the kick traveling into the face of the soldier's avatar. Once again Jason "Lost" as the computer judged a killing blow had taken place. The screen showed a dejected avatar of Jason, with the words "Disqualification" while the soldier's avatar had his head and leg in a position mother nature had never intended.
*Sub note jason's Martial Arts:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capoeira
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hapkido
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wing_Chun
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taekwondo
Jason is just a very vicious individual, and though wiry tends to prefer to do his fighting with lots of footwork. He's also a sadist.
The soldier facing Jason was beginning to dislike Jason's prefrence for fast kicks and constantly jumping around. "Are you just going to keep dancing like that kid!"
Jason responded with a toothy grin, as the soldier's avatar struck, Jason's dropped the foot sweep shot out connecting with the other avatar's knee, it buckled sideways, as the avatars were moving again, Jason suddenly did a handstand, then a shoulder spin, the circular momentum of the kick traveling into the face of the soldier's avatar. Once again Jason "Lost" as the computer judged a killing blow had taken place. The screen showed a dejected avatar of Jason, with the words "Disqualification" while the soldier's avatar had his head and leg in a position mother nature had never intended.
*Sub note jason's Martial Arts:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Capoeira
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hapkido
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wing_Chun
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taekwondo
Jason is just a very vicious individual, and though wiry tends to prefer to do his fighting with lots of footwork. He's also a sadist.
The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin
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DarthShady
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Delayed New Year Celebration in The Shadow Empire
The God Emperor Shady of The Shadow Empire announced that the New Year Celebrations would take place, the Emperor said that the people have good reason to celebrate, they survived, and everybody needs to relax a little. The people were quick to start the celebration with an amazing fireworks display.
Construction of a new Imperial Palace soon to begin
Due to the destruction of the old palace in the recent civil war, a new palace shall be built in its place. This new palace will serve as the home of the God Emperor and as his Command Center. The palace is said to have a giant statue of the Emperor on it. Construction will begin within the next couple of weeks.
The appearance of the future Imperial Palace
The God Emperor Shady of The Shadow Empire announced that the New Year Celebrations would take place, the Emperor said that the people have good reason to celebrate, they survived, and everybody needs to relax a little. The people were quick to start the celebration with an amazing fireworks display.
Construction of a new Imperial Palace soon to begin
Due to the destruction of the old palace in the recent civil war, a new palace shall be built in its place. This new palace will serve as the home of the God Emperor and as his Command Center. The palace is said to have a giant statue of the Emperor on it. Construction will begin within the next couple of weeks.
The appearance of the future Imperial Palace
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Grand Moff Yenchin
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Conference Room, Atlantis
"I guess 'kinetic energy' and 'orbital weapons' is enough for the other nations, Sir." said T.K. Zhang.
"Yeah, probably. And orbital weapons aren't banned so we weren't really gonna get any answer. Anyway since the conference ended so soon, I guess that means your New Year Vacation started early. Enjoy." The President's voice didn't seem too bothered.
Mangka Daily News
January 11th
Sarin Gas Attack on Midport Bunker
[Midport] The National Museum Bunker, located in the hearts of Midport, was gassed by followers of the Church of the Bright Star ("BSism") yesterday. No people were harmed in the attack besides the six BSers themselves, who died of the toxins. They were carrying death messages with them stating that they were acting individually to give the President a wake up call. Military Police have begun to investigate on the Midport chapter of BSism.
The Bright Star Pastor has yet to comment on the incident.
"I guess 'kinetic energy' and 'orbital weapons' is enough for the other nations, Sir." said T.K. Zhang.
"Yeah, probably. And orbital weapons aren't banned so we weren't really gonna get any answer. Anyway since the conference ended so soon, I guess that means your New Year Vacation started early. Enjoy." The President's voice didn't seem too bothered.
Mangka Daily News
January 11th
Sarin Gas Attack on Midport Bunker
[Midport] The National Museum Bunker, located in the hearts of Midport, was gassed by followers of the Church of the Bright Star ("BSism") yesterday. No people were harmed in the attack besides the six BSers themselves, who died of the toxins. They were carrying death messages with them stating that they were acting individually to give the President a wake up call. Military Police have begun to investigate on the Midport chapter of BSism.
The Bright Star Pastor has yet to comment on the incident.
1st Plt. Comm. of the Warwolves
Member of Justice League
"People can't see Buddha so they say he doesn't have a body, since his body is formed of atoms, of course you can't see it. Saying he doesn't have a body is correct"- Li HongZhi
Member of Justice League
"People can't see Buddha so they say he doesn't have a body, since his body is formed of atoms, of course you can't see it. Saying he doesn't have a body is correct"- Li HongZhi
New Years celebrations occur amid Great Mobilization
Coilerburg's population breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that the world was not, after all, going to engage in nuclear war. There were fireworks displays and parties held all around Coilerburg as the populace celebrated the New Year.
The Great Mobilization is occuring amidst all this, and Coilerburg's government has made deals with a variety of countries to equip its growing army and navy. It has propositioned Bzyantium for the purchase of two Dromon-class corvettes and fleet replenishment vessels. PFL Iler has remarked that he is extremely impressed with the power and technology of the Byzantium stealth corvettes.
A possible addition to Coilerburg's navy?
Confusion over fate of Shepnukistani POWs
There has been some share of confusion over what should be done with the two Shepnukistani merchant sailors captured during the engagement between the Coilerburg navy and the armed crews of two Shepnukistani cargo vessels.
Coilerburg's government orignially intended to release the two survivors of the BC-49 back to Shepnukistan when they heard of the calming of the situation, but the death of President Sheppard and the turmoil that resulted has made it hold back. For now, the two sailors will remain in captivity until a decision can be reached. Coilerburg's government has broadcast assurances that they are being treated well.
Coilerburg's population breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that the world was not, after all, going to engage in nuclear war. There were fireworks displays and parties held all around Coilerburg as the populace celebrated the New Year.
The Great Mobilization is occuring amidst all this, and Coilerburg's government has made deals with a variety of countries to equip its growing army and navy. It has propositioned Bzyantium for the purchase of two Dromon-class corvettes and fleet replenishment vessels. PFL Iler has remarked that he is extremely impressed with the power and technology of the Byzantium stealth corvettes.
A possible addition to Coilerburg's navy?Confusion over fate of Shepnukistani POWs
There has been some share of confusion over what should be done with the two Shepnukistani merchant sailors captured during the engagement between the Coilerburg navy and the armed crews of two Shepnukistani cargo vessels.
Coilerburg's government orignially intended to release the two survivors of the BC-49 back to Shepnukistan when they heard of the calming of the situation, but the death of President Sheppard and the turmoil that resulted has made it hold back. For now, the two sailors will remain in captivity until a decision can be reached. Coilerburg's government has broadcast assurances that they are being treated well.
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Visitor of five museum ships.
Indhopal News
President Raj Ahten had boarded his corporate jet and headed straight for home. On the way he called the Prime Minister and found out that an emergency meeting was already under way. Good. Blackadders stunt had proven several things. First, that no one should ever go to Atlantis again. Second, that it was too dangerous for Indhopal to do it alone in this world. The Parliament was already sending feelers to the FUN about membership. The IRT might be another good partner, but they would most likely not want a full alliance with Indhopal. Strategically Indhopal would be a liability to them.
Alexandria News
Alexander left after Blackadder had made his point. The Iron General was glad he had taken his wetwork men in with him and had a backup team at the airplane. It had kept him from looking foolish. It was time to send everyone back into the cities. The army would be slowly brought back together. From now on, several units would rotate being dispersed in the countryside.
President Raj Ahten had boarded his corporate jet and headed straight for home. On the way he called the Prime Minister and found out that an emergency meeting was already under way. Good. Blackadders stunt had proven several things. First, that no one should ever go to Atlantis again. Second, that it was too dangerous for Indhopal to do it alone in this world. The Parliament was already sending feelers to the FUN about membership. The IRT might be another good partner, but they would most likely not want a full alliance with Indhopal. Strategically Indhopal would be a liability to them.
Alexandria News
Alexander left after Blackadder had made his point. The Iron General was glad he had taken his wetwork men in with him and had a backup team at the airplane. It had kept him from looking foolish. It was time to send everyone back into the cities. The army would be slowly brought back together. From now on, several units would rotate being dispersed in the countryside.
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Fingolfin_Noldor
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Constantinople Times
Constantinople Shipyards agrees in a deal to supply Colierburg 2 Dromon class corvettes and 1 fleet tender
Constantinople Shipyards agreed to build 2 Dromon class corvettes and 1 fleet tender based on the 1000 TEU container ship to Colierburg in a deal worth 290 million (Corvettes 130 million each and fleet tender 30 million). The ships should be completed in the next 4-6 months.
Constantinople Shipyards agrees in a deal to supply Colierburg 2 Dromon class corvettes and 1 fleet tender
Constantinople Shipyards agreed to build 2 Dromon class corvettes and 1 fleet tender based on the 1000 TEU container ship to Colierburg in a deal worth 290 million (Corvettes 130 million each and fleet tender 30 million). The ships should be completed in the next 4-6 months.
Your spirit, diseased as it is, refuses to allow you to give up, no matter what threats you face... and whatever wreckage you leave behind you.
Kreia