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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby PaleRider » Sun Nov 05, 2017 12:18 pm

1830, Zardic Federalist Party National HQ, Beleco (formerly Belgae)
Nikoloz Chavchavadze looked out of the top floor of the old party headquarters. He could feel it everywhere he walked, every wall and surface he touched, the long and storied history of the party. The Federation. He had studied history and he saw the proud Federation slowly crumbling through his eyes. An inward turn; daft an incoherent policies on every conceivable topic. An inept government with a weak leadership not willing to do the things that had to be done.
He remembered his service in the Armed Forces with much contradiction. The remnants of the old officer corps remained. A few storied families kept the embers of tradition, loyalty to the Federation, and to the Party alive. He remembered the secret and very small associations that seemed to lie in wait. But he also saw incompetence. He saw the political leadership squander and waste opportunity after opportunity. As a naval officer, former Commander Nikoloz Chavchavadze was particularly embarrassed. The capital ships were in a state of decline, the whole fleet neglected. Pathetic he thought as he looked at the setting Sun.
How his forefathers would be turning in their graves. What would the great General Fulcher thought of a rising Istalia? Would the legendary President Tamerlan Zhakaev have laid down so squarely in the face of a Majatra without a powerful Zardugal? The Pan-Majatran dreams of the long late Foreign Minister James Baker were good as dead right now.

But soon the Party would return. Once again called from the ashes of history, the struggle of the Federation and Party would be one. Once again the struggle to greatness would be launched. The wheels were already slowly in motion. Using quiet networks of professional and business groups he was quietly spreading the word. The Party was back and prosperity and power were to return. As the night came, so too did the night come on the Republic. It would fall and the Federation would be reborn.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Maxington » Fri Nov 10, 2017 6:59 pm

15:34, Statsminister's Office, 34th Floor, Office of the Statsminister Building, Skalm, Kingdom of Kazulia.

“Sir, I think that they should continue to press on with a political situation.” The Chief of Defence insisted to the Statsminister who had been hearing options of a possible intervention by Kazulia into the Ostland situation. “A military solution to this issue, although possible will be extremely risky and could plunge this situation into something it does not have to be.” He continued. “I think that we should continue on with the negotiations plan.” He concluded, looking at the Statsminister who contemplated on his options. “Although it is a risky option, how would a clandestine intervention play out?” the Statsminister questioned the Chief of Defence, seemingly wanting to weigh in on the options of intervention and silence on the matter. “Firstly we are going to need images confirming the location of the aid workers, we have to decipher which of the locations contains the largest concentration of hostages. Of course we will not be able to take all if they are not concentrated into one area. Apart from this we need a task force, mainly consisting of HSK and SRG, this can be easily established. Furthermore an exit plan is needed. We have done this on several operations prior: exfiltration via airplane is the only option. The commandos would take the rescued hostages to the nearest airport where cargo planes (with jet-assisted take-off developed by DARA) will take off and leave airspace through the cover of an electronic warfare aircraft and once in international airspace, they will be escorted by a squadron of fighter-interceptors.” The Chief of Defence concluded, looking at the Statsminister with a worried face. “Sir, I advise that we wait out the negotiation process and if it is seen that negotiations are not working, we then consider this plan.” The Statsminister nodded looking to the Foreign Minister he had been quietly listening to the options being outlined by the Chief of Defence.

“I agree with Lt. General Aagard here, we should wait out the diplomatic process which you called for and see if their attempts as resolving this issue are either successful or prove to be futile.” The Foreign Minister added. “We need to allow the process to at least be attempted. We have a consulate in Ostland, the Foreign Bureau could always infiltrate as our citizens. Nevertheless this does not mean that we should jump on the gun and go in immediately. We need to allow for the diplomatic process to be attempted, it is imperative because if you approve this and go about executing the plans and the diplomatic solution has resulted in the release of the hostages, we could put the process in an extremely bad situation. We risk intensifying it whilst it doesn’t have to be intensified.” The Foreign Minister concluded, insisting on the Statsminister’s patience for the diplomatic/political process. “I will allow for the process to go about, but if it fails we move in, clean and fast.” The Statsminister concluded before standing up, signalling for both the Foreign Minister and the Chief of Defence to leave the room.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Arapaima13 » Fri Nov 10, 2017 10:47 pm

02:30 AM, Nemo Von Thaller's Newly Acquired Mansion, Kalopi-Siphina

He had to be careful that he wasn't seen. This was treason, and perhaps the most ruthless act of political backstabbing in modern Kalopi-Siphinan history. Even by his standards this was shady. Get this wrong, and his whole career would be over. The President would fire him from his position as Chief of Staff, and he would be kicked out of the Party a disgraced man. Get this right though and he could be the second most powerful man in Kalopia, second only to the King. For that was his business. As he waited outside Nemo von Thaller's door, he wondered what the next two hours of discussion would entail. He had never dealt with a Thaller before, let alone this one.

"Come on in," a deep voice with a heavy rural Kalopian said. The accent struck him, not because he had never heard it before, but because he was so used to hearing the received pronunciation of the Reform Party elite. It was not what he was expecting from one of royal lineage. But of course it was to be guessed, he contemplated. After all, he had been living in hiding all these years. Cautiously he entered the room.
"Good morning... Your Majesty," Enver Kuqo said firmly, but with clear apprehension in his voice. Nemo von Thaller just laughed, and ushered him in.

The servants were soon dismissed, and the two men were left alone in the dimly lit hall. "I hear you have come to pledge your allegiance to me, am I right?" Kuqo nodded, as Nemo von Thaller continued, "Indeed you will be a most excellent gain to our movement. I have a great admiration for your person Mr Kuqo. You have struck me as an intelligent, and highly logical man. We shall make fine use of you indeed, much to your reward of course." At this Kuqo blushed, and was about to say something, before von Thaller started up again.

"Naturally this meeting must remain strictly private, even upon the foregone outcome that I am placed on the throne, and the Thaller monarchy has been restored in Kalopi-Siphina. My terms are as followed: you personally shall be given the position of Prime Minister - not Chief, I expect you to change that, and Mr Haxhi must go, as must all of the current cabinet. I will spare them their lives if they retire quietly and without fuss, however do not believe that I will not be willing to intercede should they kick up dirt on their way out. As for getting us there, my good Uncle Malgus has donated me some money. I shall transfer a quarter of that over to you. Do with that as you please, so long as it brings about the restoration of my crown. I expect you to do the rest. Remember, your King relies on you."

Enver Kuqo sucked in deeply, before beginning: "I thank your Majesty for your kind words, and your trust in me. I shall of course begin as soon as this meeting ends to explore means of restoring the Kalopian Thallers. I must request though that, by your Grace, you shall promise me one thing. That the lives of President Haxhi and of the current Chief Minister shall be protected and not threatened in any way. They are not bad people, and their current... unfortunate position, is not one that they can take any blame for. I would have you guarantee their safety, and that their quiet retirement be plentiful and wealthy."

These words made Nemo von Thaller think for a moment before replying, "I can accept these requests. I will have my aides search for a location in Deltaria, naturally after restrictions on the Wolfsheim Disease are lifted. I am sure my family over there will have no qualms about welcoming two Kalopians. The last issue of course, is one that is close to my heart. That is religion. I care deeply about this, and I believe that you must too, if we are to make this partnership of ours work. I trust you are a man of faith Mr. Kuqo, and that you are one of the true religion, and not the falsehoods preached by Ahmadism in Wantuni and Mossavi? For if you were, all negotiations would of course be over."

Nemo von Thaller gave a small, light laugh, whilst Kuqo processed these words. He was certainly not an Ahmadi, and had been brought up a strong Aurorian, however his faith had wavered somewhat in recent years during his time in power, and he most certainly did not take the concept of God too seriously. Cautiously, he responded. "I have been brought up an Aurorian your Majesty, and that I am still. Though I confess, my actions still do not fully mirror Eliyahu's, I assure you that I most sincerely strive to reach such a time."

Von Thaller nodded his approval at this answer, and got up ready to see his guest to the door. After niceties were shared, Enver Kuqo walked back out of the Mansion, into his car, where the chauffeur was waiting. It was time to overthrow the President.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby colonelvesica » Sun Nov 12, 2017 10:42 pm

23:45, Fort Brett Hawkins, North of Bekenial, Kingdom of Hutori

Fort Brett Hawkins wasn't much to look at, all things considered. There were far fancier looking, larger and more expansive Hutorian military bases. What made Fort Hawkins unique from the get go was the sheer level of the protection detail levelled at it, no less then a full Regiment of Hutori's most crack troops defended the ground, it had never ending Combat Air Patrols roaming around it, and it was reinforced with heavily armed members of the Federal Police Service's special weapons units, equipped not just with military grade assault weapons, but also hazmat and quarantine suits, designed in case of an outbreak. Access to the isolated military base was absolutely restricted; unless you were brought in directly for the Project, or were an overseeing Minister or Deputy Minister, you were not entering.

Inside of the Fort it transformed from a military base into one of the most advanced biological research labs in the northern hemisphere. Almost 2,000 Doctors, Researchers and other experts toiled away, with the most cutting edge and advanced medical technology could buy; with 100 Billion Lira in funding coming from the Federal Government, money was literally not an issue. Scientists from Hutori, Malivia, New Endralon, Istalia, Kazullia and now Selucia. Observing one of the research labs was the nominal base commander, Brigadier General Jasper Ericson. General Ericson was a career medical officer in the Hutorian Army Medical Corps. When he had been told by his superiors he was being given the General's Stars and given his own command he had been thrilled, until he had learned what exactly his job was. Being this close to what could be seen as ground zero researching one of the most aggressive and deadly diseases to hit Terra in centuries should have been an honor; instead it was a never ending headache. He was broken from his train of thought by the approach of a woman. He offered her the slightest of smiles; if anyone in this base worked harder or longer then him it was definitely the woman in front of him, leading Researcher Doctor Sophie Avalon. She was Hutori's foremost bacterial and virologist, and knew more about Wolfsheim Plague then almost anyone in the northern hemisphere other then the nations that had been forced to tackle it head on. She looked exhausted but determined. "Good evening Doctor.. good news I hope?"

Dr. Avalon closed her eyes for a moment, giving herself the slightest moment of reprieve. "We have confirmation that the first vaccines have been shipped to both Istalia and Kazullia where they will begin immediate checks into their success. If it works we'll have taken the first steps to curing it."

The General was a smart man, he had a Medical Doctorate from the University of Bekenial, he sensed what she wasn't saying. "I sense a but.."

She shook her head. "I don't know how long it will work for. I hope it works period.. but this disease is... sophisticated. It adapts and mutates almost as fast as we can throw something in front of it. It took us two years to come up with a viable vaccine, and only because we have effectively unlimited government funds, I'm told by some of our colleagues from Istalia, Kazullia and Malivia that their own governments were no where near as generous."

General Ericson shrugged his shoulders. "They have other worries, we've been lucky enough to escape entirely unscatched and have a President that took this for exactly what it was, 'a potential world ender'. With the World Congress now fully supporting us, the Terran Health International Authority now overseeing all efforts, hopefully our resources will be further increased and we can end this madness before it goes any further."

Doctor Avalon looked unconvinced but nodded regardless. "I certainly hope your right General. I need to get back to it.. if anything else pops up I'll let you know."
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Kubrick » Tue Nov 14, 2017 9:30 pm

16:41, private office of His Majesty the King, Wiel, Kingdom of Vanuku.

"We.. we must take in account the possibility that His Majesty's position will be.. tightened somewhat, constitutionally.. if that occurs we must take prec-" The confidant was unable to finish his conversation as a large snap filled the room with shattering glass falling on the floor and fluids dripping soon after. The King turned around, holding a now bloody hand, he had snapped his glass of wine in anger. The King grumbled angrily and took out a napkin winding it around his bleeding hand. The confidant opened his mouth to speak, gesturing to the door but the King raised his hand. "No." he spoke. "No need, I am Jelbic. Tough as iron, hard as rock." The King glanced away towards a window for a moment, just as a Royal Guard was walking by doing his rounds. "I can not allow it. I am the King, I am the divine ruler. The Lord Above has chosen me and my ancestors, I carry the blood of Temrkai." For a moment it seemed as the King was going to tear up. "Heijtri, my ambitions can not be accomplished with this parliament. My kin has come to exile in my Kingdom. What can we do? What can -I- do? Please, call all the Banmek-Sntazed's together. One meeting, all of us together. If my divinity is questioned by my own subjects, we must move forwards, to another place." The confidant nodded and moved out of the office. On his way out he motioned the Royal Guardsman to fetch the King a doctor.
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Axxell » Thu Nov 16, 2017 7:31 pm

Table 27 of the Dragon Tavern on Dundorf Road, Karstadt

In the tavern at that time there was not too many people, but it was not even empty, with people in several tables and someone sitting at the bar, the owner could not complain as with the arrival of Wolfshein's infection in the capital the people from months avoided crowded places.
More than half of the people were wearing a face mask, someone the gloves too, but with the onset of vaccine administration even in Hulstria, more and more people were beginning to avoid wearing certain protections.
The man at table 27, however, kept his mask well placed on his face, paying attention to shifting it just enough for every swing of beer that alternated with long times looking the smartphone. It was nine days that he spend the day at the tavern and for eight days every night he returned to his hotel only with so much beer in his stomach.
It was seven o'clock in the afternoon, he was there since the opening of the tavern in the morning at noon and he had to wait at least eleven o'clock before he could go. Fortunately, he was not the only one who was spending his days stinging with alcohol, though his beers lasted a lot longer than the others. There were so many people who preferred hole up into those place, both Karstadtians and people fleeing from the regions most affected by the Infection.
People who prefers not to go to work, who had left the job at hundreds of miles from there or who simply want forget their loved ones taken away by the Infection.
The door of the tavern opened again, the light from the street flooded the room in the twilight typical of those places and like he does every time the man looked up to carefully check who the new or the newcomers were. Since when he started to go to that tavern, most often he recognized just the typical drunkards who attended that place, a couple of times he found himself showing the documents along with other clients during a police patrol, but the figure he saw this time standing in front of the strong light coming from the street immediately attracted his attention.
The door closed and no longer the light outside dazzled him and so he could clearly distinguish a woman, maybe thirty years old, beautiful athletic body, amber skin, black hair like coal and exotic look, had to be majatran or something like that. He was dressed elegantly with a fine stripped light gray suite, a raincoat and a black umbrella to protect herself from the wind and autumn rain that regularly swept Karstadt.
He stood on the door to close the umbrella before leaving it in the stand at the entrance, but she was looking carefully around, she tried not to keep it cool to the other eyes but the man at table 27 was too focused on her not to notice it and finally their eyes crossed.
The woman then laid the umbrella and by saying goodbye to the owner he headed directly to table 27, tactically chosen to be at the opposite corner of the entrance but also near the back door into the kitchens.
The woman finally stopped in front of him, stared at him for a few seconds and then sat on the other side of the table while she unbuttoned the raincoat.
"it is three days that it rains, and even does not seems it will diminishe", she exclaimed in fluent dundorfian, even though he felt the foreign accent.
"It's normal for this season..." he answered, staring at her eyes in search of the answer he wanted, but the woman remained silent for a few seconds, then settling her purse next to her and pulling away a lock of her thick curly hair from the eyes she said:
"I'm sorry to have made you wait so much, anyway, the place looks safe"
"it's safe!" the woman for a second looked at the owner behind the bar, then she answer:
"good... well, the authorities are tightening their stranglehold against you Commies!"
"while the rest of the world comes to terms with these pigs"
"the Infection has upset the plans of everyone"
"Now the cure has been found, but in Ostland the humanitarian mission is going arm to arm with the Hulstrian soldiers and all the world are watching while hundreds are segregated in the asylum"
"what good will be liberate a country if its inhabitants died for the epidemic? And anyway, it seems to me that you have found your international answer, we are here to speak"
"we are... well, why do not you tell me who you are now?"
"friends"
"Friends? That's it?"
"friends who have been in Hulstria for decades and who have supported many people like you as possible"
"do you want to be very mysterious... and we should accept your help without even knowing from who it comes?"
"just for the moment"
"Our leader has an idea about this"
"Really?"
"aye, but you do not give me the idea you ​​come from there"
"it means they have chosen the right person!"
"how did you come in if you came from there? Do you have a fake passport? I'm asking you because we need someone good with counterfeit documents"
"we can postpone similar questions, now what we have to do is to establish a safe and reliable link between us and then try to put together you with all the other subversive movements and groups, fortunately there are not only the prodigious comrades wanting to kick in ass Nimitz"
"we are already in contact with other groups..."
"You have to do it with everyone! I hope you will leave ideological issues apart from commenting on who you are to work with, because we are also in contact with monarchists and conservatives! Believe it or not, as I said, you are not the only ones who have enough of Nimiz and the suprematists"
"mmm... the boss will have to complaint..."
"What did you expect? The comrade Metz who comes with a big fanfare and the red flags in the wind? Say to your boss that if the regime ever falls, we will do everything to leave the country in the hands of a democracy!"
"well... I could say that if it ever falls, then how the country will be is our business"
"Not so fast! For half a century, Hulstria has done nothing but threaten world stability, we will not allow it to pass from a totalitarian regime to anarchy or worse... that another regime arises, so if you want our assistance you have to give us precise assurances about your willingness to collaborate to pursue one and only one goal: the fall of the regime! We are ready to assist you financially, to provide you weapons, explosives and even some military means if you need, to support you diplomatically when it is the time and to assist you strategically for organizing and conducting your operations, but we do not want private feuding inside the resistance, we need serious people and not to waste time in stupid spite or worse... discovery someone working to hurt other ones in the resistance, is it clear? "
The man remained silent for a few seconds looking at the serious and resolute face of the woman, then took a swing of beer and said, putting the glass down:
"should we accept, how would you will give us these aids?"
"The border with Sekowo is not controlled as much as others and I can tell you that they have already assured us that they no longer want to work with Karstadt, rather they would like to do more to assiste the international forces, but it is too eraly now for this"
"And the Army? The Secret Police? We are in a state of police!"
"a collapsing police state with armed forces who have suffered serious losses due to the infection and the Karlstadt's indifference and who... do not see any positive future with Nimitz in power"
"Do you have contacts with them too?"
"We keep in touch with anyone who wants to see Nimitz's head stuffed on a pike!"
"but with the military... they just want to replace Nimitz with another 'big prick'!"
"This is a fifth column inside the armed forces, they can not do anything on their own, just like you: we do not demand compromises only from the Communists!"
The man took another beer, but he sent it down slowly, taking the time to think, then laid the glass:
"And how do we keep in touch? Where do you have your... base? And where, how and when to meet the other rebel groups?"
"one thing at a time comrade! For the moment I think it's better to get away from Karstadt, just leaving here some informants and sleeper agents"
"Sleeper agents?"
"trained people who will wait until the last to hit the enemy in the back while he is busy fighting the main assault"
"and where should we leave?"
"in a safe place and as far away as possible, far from large residential centers and where we can come and go without being seen, we are carefully analyzing Hulstria from the satellite for..."
"We have such a place!"
"really?"
"To break the ass to these sons of bitch we need men who can use an arm, we need soldiers who follow very precise tactics, we needed a training camp"
"and where is it?"
"For the moment I just tell you tha it's on the mountains to the east, not too far from the border with the Ostland, but the army is too busy looking out to see us, furthermore the area is impervious and little inhabited, forests for hundreds of miles all around "
"Great! We have to meet again this time your boss with the mine and then arrange for all the various rebel leaders will reach the Camp"
"Before you can see where we are organizing, we should first organize a meeting and watch us all in the eye! There are political refugees and families in our base, we do not want to put them in danger until we are sure we are not shaking hands with some spy "
"No problem! Well, hold this" the woman pulled a little smartphone out of her handbag and slipped it on the table to the man "use this to call us. It's full of random numbers from the yellow pages but we've installed a software so that anyone you call will be redirected to us! Do you have a name with which we can call you? Will always answer the same person with a distortion program of the voice and will greet you always by calling you by name, like if he know you. So... if someone would like check your phone... but... the name?"
"Felix Schauble"
"Very good... Felix" the woman got up and started wearing the raincoat "we'll call you on this phone when we will have the green light from all the other groups"
"I hope you will not make us wait for another 10 days"
"it does not depend on us, but in the name of my superiors I reconfirm you that you are not alone and that we will do our best to assist you... ah... before I leave, we would prefer that no declarations or announcements be made, even vaguely, about an external support to you: unfortunately, not all Governments are like mine and there is this new foreign administration which already threatens us of public revelations if they know that we are helping you"
"Who the hell are these damn shit children?"
"Maybe we'll say you another time, now I have to go. It was a pleasure Felix, see you next time!"
"hey... I said to you the name!"
"you gave me A name!"
"Well... still it's something, right? Don't you have A name to give me?"
The woman smiled, took her purse, and turned when she said smiling before leaving:
"For the moment Faatin could work!"
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Martinulus » Mon Nov 20, 2017 4:48 pm

The Geraniengau Estate, Rural Budenlar, Hulstria

"Verdammter Mann!" shouted Freiherr von Geraniengau as he finally concluded he was out of anyone's earshot but his assistant and allies. "Does Nimitz want us all to face execution by firing squad?" The aristocratic features behind his rimmed spectacles were cold with fury. A bureaucrat and intellectual, Theophilus von Geraniengau had joined the party out of the wish to keep the people on his domains safe, a duty he figured he could better discharge within the single party. "You know, I have never been sure of this absurd attempt to reshape this country after his own image. For heaven's sake, my family served with Franz von Rothingren in the War of Independence! We fought for Henrietta in the War of Succession! We even delivered a few Staatsministers! We will be here long after Nimitz and the Labsburgs become a footnote in history - and they will. They will!" Tired after this latest outburst, the Freiherr collapsed in a chair by the antique hearthplace. He sighed. "You know, it was bad enough when that Sekowan usurper drove us off our family lands without having to face death because of some paranoid madman's fancies after returning from exile." The Von Geraniengaus had returned to their homeland shortly after the Imperial Septembrist Constitution had passed, and re-established their presence.

"Theo," said Karl, his assistant. "It's only an inquisition on sexual orientation in the military sparked by whatever latest the Reichskanzler thinks he has to do. Are you sure you're not getting worked up about nothing?"
"NO!" the Freiherr retorted, nostrils flaring. "At some point, the straws Nimitz grasps us will break the camel's back. And I will tell you what happens then; the international community sweeps in, displaces us, and in all the chaos we'll like as not get a round of the guillotine for all of us even slightly associated with the regime." He paused. "I'm starting to wonder..."
"I would counsel you not to say it," said his wife. "That's dangerous."
"I'm starting to wonder... what with a Rothingren claimant resurfacing, and the Party turning away from Nimitz - you should've seen them! - if it isn't time to get out of this before it collapses in on us all. The Septembrists aren't unreasonable - it's the Communists we must be afraid of. A solid, conservative goverrnment with the interests of the nation in mind will do wonders. Because I know one thing: this is not the Greater Hulstria my forefathers in the Imperial Hulstrian Party served..."

A silence fell over the room as all present pondered this latest rumination of the nobleman. Then he looked up, rose and called for the butler, an educated Gisoten man named Rudolph Megumi. "Rudi," he said."Please find a way for me to contact Archduke Otto..."
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Oakwood » Tue Nov 21, 2017 3:12 am

At a villa outside Wiel, Vanuku.

Lady Isabella bet Nasir, the grand daughter of the last Eastern Patriarchal King of Barmenistan, sat in her chair. Beside her was her maid, Abigail, who was dressed in a simple attire befitting her station. To her right was her father, the former Prince of Kathura, Joseph bet Nasir. His informal attire somehow seemed more regal than her elaborate dress. His skin, though now somewhat more aged than it had been in his prime, shone with a luster that escaped most of his contemporaries. He looked like a King; indeed, he would have been King, if not for her great grandmother and her wickedness.

"Bella." said the Prince softly, breaking the woman out of her reverie "They are moving now, your cousins."

"Moving?" asked the Lady

"They have turned against Juliana Mede, your cousin by marriage." said the Prince sadly "She shall be dead soon."

"How...." she paused "How do you know this?"

Then the Prince smiled, and tapped her nose as he often did when she was but a young girl; it seemed odd, to think of those times. Briefly, she could not help but smile in return.

"I am not without help, my child." said the Prince

"What of Set?" she asked "What of the child?"

"We cannot know." said the Prince "But he shall be better off than she shall be."
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby Martinulus » Tue Nov 21, 2017 10:38 pm

Haus zu Geraniengau, rural Budenlar, Hulstria

"Your Majesty."

The Freiherr rose and bowed his head as the Archduke, 20 years his junior, entered his study. It visibly discomforted the Prince - he had not been subjected to such deference often in his life, even among the Hulstrian expatriates he lived with. Scraping his throat, Otto III motioned for the aristocrat to get on his feet. "Please don't, mein Herr," he responded. "I am not the Kaiser. You may do a lifetime of bowing and scraping once the dictatorship is gone. Not before. Before, I'm simply Otto." Seeing the lord of the land make to protest, he hastily added: "Archduke Otto, if you insist."

For a moment, Freiherr Theophilus von Geraniengau was perplexed. "But..." he began. "And..." he tried again. "Very well, mein Prinz," he acquiesced, finally. He had not hesitated a moment before offering his house as a refuge to the rightful heir returning from exile, following Nimitz's latest antics. The Reichskanzler had lost his loyalty with his constant attempts to make enemies where there were none. If the international community wouldn't put them all for trial, Comrade X and his red hordes would put his estate to ruin. And so it was that Theophilus von Geraniengau, aristocrat, intellectual, bureaucrat and loyal subject, had found himself facing a young man he would not have thought to see before him now. An Emperor without a crown, without a crown in his family for families, and who was at the moment acting slightly like a normal civilian. He'll learn, the Freiherr thought.

Before Otto could respond, there was a knock on the door. The butler entered, announcing: "die sehr ehrenwerte Graf Michels von Bad Phönixspring, mein Herr." Nodding to the butler to show him in, Geraniengau looked as the rather small and round-faced Chairman of the Septembrists entered. He was rather less impressive than he had expected of the public face of the Septembrist Movement. "Freiherr von Geraniengau," said the 22nd Count Michels. "It's so good of you to take this risk. It'll do both me and His Imperial Highness wonders to have some quiet to get a feel for Hulstrian soil beneath our feet." Von Geraniengau nodded with a wry smile. It would indeed. They had now cast their lot in together - most likely on the winning side of history. And even if they hadn't - could it get worse than this for the Geraniengau estate? Two men who had come from exile and an aristocrat who felt like one.

"Meine Herren," said Michels. "To business..."
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Re: A Battle Unseen (OOC: First Person RP)

Postby stuntmonkey » Fri Nov 24, 2017 3:56 pm

Karstadt, Capital of Hulstria - Private Offices of the Reichskanzler. October, 4307:

Leopold Nimitz was a man on the edge. He knew it but he could not control his temper anymore - not even in private contemplation, away from the hurly-burly of the Reichstag.

The proof lay in the shattered remnants of the fine Bodenvarian crystal glass that lay next to the wall on the other side of the expansive, plush office. He had launched it across the room just moments ago in a fit of pique. Now he stood absolutely still, hypnotised by the fine brandy as it ran down the expensive wall paper that adorned the office and dripped rhythmically onto the darkly-stained wooden floor. Ironically, brandy was the one thing that usually calmed Nimitz in his moment of need. No longer, it seemed.

The Reichskanzler shook himself from his torpor, breathed deeply and tried to compose himself as he reflected on the position he faced: vile communists in the south of the country and Septembrist scum hiding out in the mountains to the north. He has dispatched some of his best troops to deal with them, but his generals had frustrated him further by not showing enough initiative. Now both operations had become bogged down in lengthy guerilla-style skirmishes.

"Must I do everything myself?," he angrily muttered through gritted teeth. He swallowed hard and suddenly he could taste blood mixed with hard liquor and remembered he had bit deeply into his top lip moments ago when the rage had taken hold.

Despite his frenzied and inebriated state he forced his mind to return to the matter in hand. As if the battles with the hostile insurgents were not enough, he thought, now his own party was beginning to turn against him. Not everyone was against him. He could still depend on close colleagues to do the right thing for the country - but there were others, growing in numbers, and they increasingly worried him.

Party Member Heinrich Sholz who had gathered a noisy contingent of supporters around him was one of the main problems. He could not be trusted, but Nimitz had decided to give his faction ministerial positions in the ruling cabinet, partly to appease him and, of course, to keep an eye on him. But the cabinet "sweetener" had not had the desired effect. Scholz' support was needed in order to pass laws Nimitz needed for total control of the country but that support had failed to emerge.

In Nimitz's eyes it was simple - give him total control of policy making, the military, the legal system and the economy and the country would run much more efficiently - and be ready for war if it came. Scholz had not approved this plan and even when armed guards were brought into the voting chamber to intimidate party members he and his colleagues still had not budged.

Then there was the smug aristocrat von Geraniengau. He had openly defied Nimitz on several occasions or made barbed comments meant to undermine the chancellor's authority. Although he was a lone voice for now, many more moderate party members seemed to be leaning towards his cause. Now to top it all he had seemingly disappeared. Nimitz admitted that, in part, he admired von Geraniengau's open defiance and bravery to stand his ground but then the red mist descended and all he wanted to do was crush him. "And I will bring him down", Nimitz vowed. "When the time is right he will pay for his insolence."

Wiping perspiration from is brow Nimitz glanced down at the official papers in front of him under the glare of the desk lamp. They were from the Foreign Minister Albrecht Kohl another who had started to question his judgement. Nimitz scanned the headline summaries again: 'Condemnation from the World Congress', 'Istalian agents reveal evidence of mass genocide', 'Vanuku rips up defence treaty', 'Hutori calls for invasion of Ostland and Hulstria'.

Another moment of rage consumed the chancellor and he swept all the papers from his desk before slumping into his chair, resting brooding and reflecting on what lay ahead.

Doubts entered his mind. "Am I doing the right thing?" he heard himself saying out loud. Then more quietly "Should I stand aside and let another man take the reins? Kohl, perhaps, or even Sholz if the party members like him so much?"

As he pondered the answer, Nimitz's mind wandered back in time, as it had a habit of doing more and more these days. He closed his eyes and smiled as he saw himself as a young boy being bounced on his mother's knee. He adored his 'Mutti' and she loved him back. He heard her voice quite clearly in his head even after all these years: "You are such a good boy, Leo," she said chuckling with delight. "One day you will do us all proud - everyone loves you, my darling".

Then his mood blackened again as his mind wandered once more to a much darker time. Now he was as a teenager standing with his father beside his mother's hospital bed while she lay there dying of an aggressive cancer that hungrily consumed her vital organs. Standing opposite was a doctor - a Kunihito registrar - who looked at him with uncaring eyes and said "there is nothing we can do for her, I'm afraid."

"Class C scum!," growled Nimitz as his mind raced back to the present day. He had soon put paid to anyone of Gao-Showan ethnicity being able to practice medicine when he got into power even though he knew in his heart of hearts the registrar was right about his mother's condition. Nevertheless, nowadays such occupations were exclusively for those of Hulstrian origin - only for those who could be trusted... for those who had a superior mindset, he reassured himself.

Clenching his fists and breathing deeply again Nimitz opened his eyes and knew he was resolved to his fate.

No, he thought, it would be wrong to stand down now and ruin everything I have achieved for this country. Everything I have done in the name of a Greater Hulstria.
Despite the problems in the party and the warlike noises from abroad, Nimitz knew he still had what mattered the most - the adoration of the people. He would carry on for the citizens of the nation who looked to him for guidance.

Slowly and deliberately he poured another brandy as he reassured himself he had come to the right conclusion. Sipping the warming liquid he found himself talking to his long dead mother once again. "You were right, Mutti. they all love me - the people love me. I cannot abandon them now."
“I venture to suggest that patriotism is not a short and frenzied outburst of emotion, but the tranquil and steady dedication of a lifetime.”

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