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The Emilian Question
Topic Started: Jan 2 2012, 08:44 PM (182 Views)
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Brunswick, Brunswick Bereich


Chairman of the Turcelak People's Party Bence Kádár-Relander sat in the chief conference room in the governing office of the nation, the Nationalen Hauptsitz. Built in the center of Brunswick after the revolution, the Hauptsitz was a mildly extravagant white building where all government, non-party activities took place. Mainly, it was a symbol of unity for the USST, as well as a residency for the Chairman and a meeting place for the Secretaries and foreign dignitaries.

"My Secretaries," the Chairman began. "My fellow comrades and upholders of the states of Torquelas, I thank you all for coming together. I have brought you here today to discuss the international atmosphere at the beginning of 2012, for 2012 is the year Torquelas must prove itself as a chief power within Khanalia.

"Most of the nations within the region we have no grievance with. The Nationalist Republic of New Erussia hold similar policies to us, and are a nation I personally would love to be allies with; together, we can be certain Eastern Europe is in good hands. Nations such as New Queensland and Maerie hold similar policies to us also, but are somewhat clouded by the allures of capitalism. To our south lies the Federation of Wolven Peoples; although we have no reason to be enemies with their nation, I do not trust their government, one that seems concerned not of its citizens, but of the corporations that call the nation they rule home. We will be watching the Federation very closely.

"No, these nations are ones we have no history with, with whom we have nothing to fight. The terror, the dictator of this region, the nation of a rich and oppressive minority of whom I speak is the Kingdom of Emilia. During the so-called Baltic Spring, the uprising of the Turcelak People's Party and the United Socialist States of Torquelas, the people of Emilia rose up to fight King Joseph and his tyrannical rule, only to be smacked back down again by the malevolent, bourgeois dictator and his very substantial army. You may not see them as a threat as of yet, but believe me, the mood amongst the powerful peoples of Emilia is dark, and their darkness is directed towards our great state. They are nation we must regard with great care, and one that we may face in bloody war in the near future. We cannot allow such a dictatorial, bourgeois, capitalist scum of a nation continue to oppress its peoples as it does so today.

"But we can't do it alone. Our number one priority for 2012 will be ascertaining which nations are our friends, which are our enemies, and which nations must, like Emilia, be swept off the face of Khanalia. Let us bide our time, invite various diplomatic parties to Brunswick, see how they react to our movements and decisions, see what happens if a regiment happens to accidentally stray across their border," the Chairman smiled, some would say slightly manically. "The time for international change is afoot. The people of Torquelas have been liberated; now what of the others?"
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New Erussia

Citagrad, New Erussia
New Erussian Capital Complex (NECC)
Board of Generals International Meeting

"Let us start the meeting with a report from General McDonavic General of International Relations."

Standing at his chair the General looked down at his papers peering over them before stating any information.

"With the isolation lift in effect we are beginning to reach out to other nations surrounding us in hopes of creating some relations both economically and militarily. We have also received our payment from the territory of ours from the south for this years loan payment. Diplomatically we are stable but are in need of outreaching to stronger powers."

Sitting down the other Generals looked towards the Grand Commander. Showing his age he was starting to ponder things more closely now, some would say it was because of his many years of experience others would say it was because he was starting to have issues when dealing with concentration. Either way when he spoke all listened because despite his position he was a very knowledgeable man about the world.

"General McDonavic you will have the Boards support in the International Outreach Program. I want you to begin by setting up Embassies in the neighbors we have here. Take care to make it obvious that we are seeking allies that we can grow and share years of prosperous trading and culture with." the Grand Commander then turned to General Ragaliz.

"You also have a report that deals with our international affairs?"

"Yes Grand Commander, as you may be aware off their has been growing hostilities between us and our territory in the south. I am afraid at the current trend we may have to withdraw our agreement with them in allowing their own Government and place them back under direct New Erussian control. We are..." he was cut off by Grand Commander Lexenstar raising his hand.

"The situation in the south is one that can be dealt with by a fair and understanding hand as well as our coming meeting for Internal Affairs. So what is it that made you wish to discuss this now?"

"Some of the weapons that they have been getting are not made here in New Erussia. We have reason to believe that the nation of Emilia is supplying military grade weapons to the Revolutionaries in the south."

"Do you have any evidence of this or would this be speculation based on the assumption that the nation of Emilia is attempting to assist the southern territory to gain complete independence from us in order to subject them to Emilia control or that it is in fact a way for Emilia to gain more territory?" the Grand Commander asked while staring out the window.

"I am afraid we have to conclusive evidence of this but with a little time I can obtain it."

The Grand Commander stands and looking out the window simple sighs.

"I have requested that my daughter be sent to Emilia as official Foreign Envoy and she has been granted full access to see their city and their capital. She will also be heading to a few other nations in order to see what it is that we can obtain from these friends of ours. Until you have proof of their dealings with our enemies in the south I will ask that you keep quiet on this matter. If it is in fact true that the Government of Emilia is selling weapons to our enemies then we will deal with them accordingly, however it is simply a rouge group or person doing it then we must make sure that they are punished." stepping back the rest of the Generals rose and saluted.

"Remember...we are not in the Imperialist age anymore the concept of conquering as much land as possible as fast as possible is no longer our objective. In today's world we must remember that the world will watch our every move and our every move will determine our friends and enemies moves. The world no longer works like it did with everyone seeking to gain an upper hand, now sometimes we have to deal our way out of things.

However the problem in the south is a concern and one we must take actions for it. Place the New Erussian Navy on high alert and begin naval blockades and patrols. Also send the 6th Fleet along with the Aircraft Carrier Megado just outside of Emilia. If they are in fact sending weapons to us its through the water ways. That is all."


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Östgrenzge Bereich


Whenever Corporal Lajos Kiraly looked up at the printed words on dull, concrete outpost, he remembered a conversation his Sergeant, a Viktor Móra, had had with a visiting small-time politician from Mehrmeuse Bereich. Kiraly had been a Private, having only joined the army a few months previously when the Turcelak Union rose. At the time, the Utolsó Esélye Military Sector had been swarming with politicians visiting the "state-of-the-art" outposts that apparently protected Torquelas from Emilia and the Khanate.

"Quite a sector you have here," the politician had said as Sergeant Móra and Private Kiraly strolled through the Outpost's corridors with him. "But I just don't understand the name. Now, my Hungarian isn't the best, but I know what 'Ustolsó Esélye' means. Last Chance sounds like a funny place for a town."

"Listen," Sergeant Móra had stopped. "This place isn't called Last Chance because of some bumfuck town nearby. This place is called Last Chance because once you go any further, you're in the territory of our two greatest enemies. The military knows this, so we tell people as simply as we can, once you're past Utolsó Esélye Military Sector, there's no more chances. You're dead."

Since then, Sergeant Móra had moved on, becoming a commissioned officer and commander of a platoon in eastern Mehrmeuse, and Kiraly had moved up to Corporal, commanding a three-man watch three four hour shifts a day. For hours they would stare across the border, bullshitting and trying to stare right into the eyes of the Emilians that watched from the other side of the few dozen meters of no man's land.

Outpost One was the northernmost outpost in the Utolsó Esélye Military Sector, which was the border area between the northernmost Emilia-Torquelas border, where Outpost One was located, and the beginning of the Torquelas-Khanate border, where Outpost Ninety-Nine was located. For the most part, it was a quiet area; however, both sides were aware one day Utolsó Esélye would be the center of a massive, bloody war.

Corporal Kiraly wasn't exempt from his belief. Many a time he had watched as Emilian trucks came in and unloaded new platoons of fresh-faced farm boys with M16s across the border. He had seen burly men construct strange weapon after strange weapon. And sure enough, Torquelas had followed suit. Around the concrete building that was Outpost One were large guns built into concrete blocks, with similar fire power and speed to Gatling guns. Ground-to-air defence positions peppered the area. Unknown to the Emilians, underneath Outpost One were several levels with surface-to-surface missiles and other weapons of death and destruction. Outpost One was ready for war, and he was sure the rest of Torquelas was too.
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New Erussia

Waterways outside Emilia
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Admiral Cid M. Donovok

The 6th fleet was moving rapidly and had made great progress by following the current of the tides from the time they left port from their home base in New Erussia till they reached the international waters outside the Emilian sea port trade lanes. The 6th fleet was comprised of Destroyers, Cruisers, Missile Cruisers, Frigates, and the AC Megado. The AC along with the Missile Cruisers and Frigates formed the rear guard with the Cruisers and Destroyers taking up point and protective positions around the AC and the other craft.

"Admiral Sir we have reached check point Delta. Authorization request is needed to proceed with next stage."

The Admiral hated all the checks they had to preform before doing anything but he understood that if these checks weren't there that some of the more headstrong commanders would have already started a few wars by now.

"Delta 1569 Alpha 764 Omega 9013 send." he responded as he took a sip of his tea.

"Authorization granted we are now sending out the message to all ships within the 50mile marker of our ships."

The Admiral leaned back and simply waited to see what would happen next.

*Transmission sent via Sat Com. to all ships within range
Under order of New Erussian Naval Command all ships entering this area are required to pass inspections if heading to the nation of New Erussia or its territory to the south. Failure to comply with these demands will meet with lethal force.

Signed,
Grand Commander, Drecq Lexenstar
New Erussian Board of Generals

End Transmission*
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Chairman Bence Kádár-Relander was sitting at his desk in his office, gazing over some annotated maps of Khanalia, when Secretary of Foreign Affairs Gustav Westerwelle entered. For the past few days, every time Westerwelle had entered the office, the Chairman was looking over the maps, gazing at the border between Torquelas and the Khanate, looking for ways the Turcelak People's Army could slip into the Wolven Lands, or for strategic locations where an outpost did not lay. Every now and then, he'd call up Secretary General Wilhelm Slakteris, the commander-in-chief of Torquelas's armed forces and head of the Torquelas Department of Defence, asking for an outpost to be built somewhere, or a regiment moved somewhere else.

"Comrade Chairman," Secretary Westerwelle announced. "You called me to your office?"

"Yes, Comrade Westerwelle, have a seat," the Chairman looked up from his maps and turned to Westerwelle, readjusting his glasses. The Chairman was the eldest of the party's Secretaries, but that wasn't saying much; he was only fifty-six, whilst the rest of the Cabinet were between twenty-five and forty-five. His head of brown hair was beginning to thin, and he would've looked ghastly if it wasn't for his number one buzz cut. "I've called you here today to discuss a state visit to the Khanate of Wolven Peoples. As you have well noticed, I am incredibly skeptical of their state position, and although our own military outnumbers theirs more than three to one, and our potential allies, New Erussia, outnumber them four to one, I am still slightly afraid of their presence in the south. Should they ally themselves with Emilia, they would equal us numbers-wise, and we both know Emilia's military technology is the most up-to-date in the region. Can you organise some sort of state visit? Get one of the Foreign Delegates to visit? Send someone with experience, someone who knows what to talk to the Wolven Peoples about."

"Of course, Comrade, I'm in full support of this idea," Secretary Westerwelle replied. "Shall I send... Rudolf Wallin?"

The Chairman thought for a moment, then shook his head. "No, Rudolph will throw us into a war, their birds will be in the sky an hour after he's landed."

"How about..." Secretary Westerwelle took out his Party-Approved Electronic Device, a high-tech, user-friendly personal computer the size of a phone, with Internet and communication capabilities. He searched through a database he had of Foreign Delegates. "Irena Merkel. She's young, polite, and I believe she studied Balkan History at university. Before the revolution, of course."

The Chairman nodded. "Yes, send her," he said. "But send someone else, too. Someone with experience. But make sure Comrade Merkel is head of the mission."

"Of course..." Secretary Westerwelle scrolled through his list of names. "Andrius Adamkus. Forty years old, but served with the Department of State in the Nottenbreit Empire. Apparently, he personally killed the Minister of Foreign Affairs. He served with the army last year, too. Experienced, but not too assertive, and a true Turcelak."

"Okay, that sounds good," the Chairman replied. "You may go now, Comrade Secretary. However, expect a call from me. I want you, personally, going to New Erussia in the next few days."

"Yes, Comrade Chairman," the Secretary nodded and rose, leaving the room. He had been expecting this. He dialed the number of Irena Merkel.
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OOC: I'm a constitutional monarchy. On here, I'll use these ratings> CR/Very Good Ec/Good PF/Average. Basically, my government doesn't care for corporations more than people.

Kerech, Wolven Peoples

The target rocked backwards as the arrow struck it. 2,000 spectators reacted instantaniously, whooping and cheering. The other half of the stadium gritted their teeth and looked nervously towards the scoreboard. However, what was happening inside the stadium is not important. What was happening outside is.

Blazhe unlocked the safety catch on his assault rifle. Around him, his squad did the same. Equipment was checked, kits packed and guns loaded. The mission was not unusual. Kerech was on the border with Slovenija (NPN, created for the purpose of this thread only. located between me and Emilia). In the past few years, Khanate soldiers had been making regular trips into the country. Their purpose was to sow mistrust against the Slovenian government. If Slovenija was conquered, it could be added to the Khanate. The lush soil and beautiful woodlands would be easy enough to exploit. It would also provide access to Emilia, which could be useful in 2 ways: in war or in trade.

The soil was patted down under Blazhe's feet, leaving huge imprints in the ground. All was silent, except for the tweeting of birds and heavy breathing of his squad. Up ahead was a small town. Blazhe guessed about 10,000 residents, maybe less. With a few guestures, he signalled his squad to advance quicker. As the woods began to thin, they broke into a charge.

What happened next was a blur. People screamed as soldiers forced them back into their houses. The police offered some resistance, falling in seconds. The local council were left shot dead, some screaming their dying breaths. Then the squad left.

The cleverest thing was, that the squad didn't seem clever. They had been equipment with random weapons, most made in Slovenija. Uniforms had been swapped for dirty shirts and all the soldiers wore faded black balaclavas. Bandits were not unusual in Slovenija and that's exactly what the squad looked like. As soon as they reached the heart of the forest snowshoes were attached to boots, stopping them from sinking into the mud and leaving prints. The squad then continued back to their base in Kerech, over the border.
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The small private jet, a Teipaz P8, was made by the Turcelak People's Aviation Service, the main domestic and international carrier of Torquelas, as well as the designer, commissioner and builder of most of the nation's civilian planes. After a quick, slightly awkward communication between the Teipaz P8 and the control tower at Phanagoria International Airport, the private jet landed on one of the airport's smaller runways.

Senior Diplomat Irena Merkel looked out at the terminal of the Khanate's chief airport, and had to admit the evils of capitalism had managed to make something quiet breath-taking. Although it was not as spectacular as the gleaming glass and metal of the People of Brunswick International Airport, it was amazing considering the Khanate had a population under a fourth of the Turcelak Union's. She looked across to her partner, Senior Diplomat Andrius Adamkus, and nodded, as if to say "not bad, bourgeoisie".

"Maybe this place isn't so dull after all," Adamkus said, grinning. "Flying over all that northern country really bored me. Worse than Spesierland. I hate that place. But Phanagoria looks nice. Nice little coastal city."

"Remember, Adamkus, we didn't come here to sight-see," Merkel replied. "The people we are about to meet with are the very ones the revolution sought to destroy. We must be cautious; we do not yet know if they trust us, or if we should trust them."

"Right you are, Ms Merkel. I'll watch your back."

The pair disembarked the plane, four solemn-faced Guardians of Turcelak holding assault rifles behind them. A party of Wolven Peoples stood on the tarmac, ready to greet the Turcelak delegation. The first contact between Torquelas and the Khanate was about to take place.




Royal Palace of Caserta
Insubre, the Kingdom of Emilia


Giuseppe Franklin Stefano Lombardia, better known as King Joseph IV, sat in a conference room, surrounded by his advisors. Tensions were high in the Royal Palace; there was talk of hostility from their enemies in the east, an absence of order in Maerie to the north and west, and the small, neutral republic of Slovenija was reporting strangely high numbers of bandit raids in its south. And the Kingdom had only just returned to stability, the last dregs of the revolution being flushed out, captured or killed.

"Friends of the Kingdom," King Joseph said to the men gathered around the table. "I have gathered you here today to talk about actions we must take to ensure the stability of the Kingdom. As you well know, relations are at their very worst with Torquelas, and it won't be long before the first shot is fired. And you know as well as I do that, unless we begin a major recruitment campaign on top of our conscription, we cannot win. Even if we sent half of the men of the military age out onto the battlefield, the Turcelak People's Army would be raising the blue and white above Insubre before we could even coordinate them.

"Of course, we will try our best to boost our military numbers, but more steps must be taken to ensure the Kingdom's survival should Torquelas invade. What I am talking about is territorial expansion," he allowed his words to sink in; the advisors began to murmur. "Yes, it is not something any King has done before; we Emilians have been content with our homeland. But since the rise of Torquelas, New Erussia, Maerie and the Khanate, us Emilians have been rather dwarfed land-wise.

"So, I have a proposal for you, gentlemen," the King stood up and walked over to a map of Europe on the room's wall. First, he pointed to the Republic of Slovenija. "Three divisions into Slovenija," he moved his hand up to Maerie. "And three divisions to the north and three to the west. We can go as far as we want; neither country has a major military. Once these regions are under control, not only will we have a huge population pool from which to pull conscripts, we will also have enough area to, if my calculations are correct, avoid complete domination by Torquelas for months. As we currently stand, their land forces, supported by their airforce, could get from one end of Emilia to the other in a day, at the expense of thousands of their soldiers, and millions of our civilians. If we extend our control in Maerie up to, say, Paris, should we not meet much defence, then we would be able to recover in one region whilst they moved into the other, over and over again, slowly wearing them down. We would come out the losers, but perhaps Emilia would survive.

"So," the King sat back down and grasped his hands together. "What say you, gentlemen?"
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OOC: Just remembered you're a communist state. Suppose the statistics can help anyway. I know I've minorly godmodded by 'overwhelming police' but you being able to stop that would be godmodding too.

Phanagoria International Airport, Phanagoria, Wolven Peoples

Branimir followed the plane carefully through his scope. The very name meant "great protection" and as one of the many sniper-watchers, he hoped to live up to that name. As the 2 diplomats stepped off the plane noted every single detail even of the slightest importance. After a brief, but thorough, examination, he concluded there was not a foreseeable threat. This messaged was relayed to the greeting party's bodyguards as well as military personnel in the airport. His OnP team was called off.

On the ground, there was still mistrust eminating from both sides on the ground. As the Turcelak delegation neared, Wolven Torquelas Delegate Kuchu Taijut put on his best smile. Immediately those around him were aware of how he held such an important position, as well as being confused why Kuchu was not an actor. The diplomats ability to create fake characters was an impressive talent, to say the least. There had even been stories passed round about him. In one, he supposedly reduced a full grown man to tears as the poor secretary was fired, before walking through the door and interviewing candidates with a pleasant smile.

Kuchu marched forward grinning. Though his actions appeared warm, inside he was calulating. Every step and gesture was processed as he prepared the perfect character for the meeting. Finally the 2 delegations met, with only a cool breeze and Kuchu's smile to calm the fierce tension.
"Good morning Ms Merkel." Kuchu bowed, before turning to the 2nd diplomat. "And you must be Mr Adamkus. Pleased to meet you." A hand was extended from the broad ambassador. Hopefully this meeting would go well.

Kerech, Wolven Peoples

Finally the day had come. 10,000 soldiers, all infrantrymen, had been called to stake the Khanate's claim on Slovenija. Back at government, the ministers had been discussing what they expected to happen. They knew the plan was provocative. They knew the Emilians wouldn't be happy. So what? The whole move was not a brutal invasion, but a intricately considered tactical advancement.

The order took the Army by surprise. In unison, 500 intercoms blared and the army moved in. Soon 500 tanks and 100 mortars followed, ready to blaze destruction.

First towns offered little resistance as local police forces were overwhelmed. However, soon the Slavjan army would surely rise to fight. This could be the start of a world war.
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"Mister Taijut, I presume," Senior Diplomat Merkel said, grabbing the big man's hand. She wanted this Khan to know how Turcelak women considered themselves. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm very excited for this meeting; it is a landmark day for our people."

Senior Diplomat Adamkus grinned and shook Delegate Taijut's hand. "Pleasure, my man. It's great to be here, you have a beautiful country."

The security personnel from the two delegations eyed each other nervously; Merkel saw the hard eye contact and moved the discussion along. "So, I assume you have a method of transportation to take us somewhere. Please, Delegate Taijut, I would love it if you could tell us where we're staying."

"Yes, please do," Adamkus began to walk forward, leading his superior and her Wolven counterpart forward, away from the plane, along with their personal guards. "Please, Mr. Taijut, what's life like in Phanagoria?"




Paese Montevideo
North-west Emilia


Paese Montevideo was a small town on the border of Emilia and Maerie, and at this time of year knee-deep in snow. At the foot of the Alps there were many towns like this one; small, tight-knit communities slightly independent from the rest of the modern nation. They kept to their shepherding during the winter and autumn, whilst the men found work in Insubre and other industrial towns in the north during the summer and spring, during which time the women and children not attending school worked the land.

Today was different in Paese Montevideo. At daybreak, as the big, burly, pale men of northern Emilia began shoveling snow off their low roofs, columns of soldiers, around two thousand, came pouring down through the village, situated in a sort of valley, with an order to set up camp in the paese. As soon as a number of tents had been put up on the outskirts of town and the only two-story house in the paese had been seized for use as a watchtower, columns of the Emilian soldiers began pouring over the border with Maerie, surely heading for whatever village came to meet them, support on its way.

They wore the infamous colours of the Emilian Army: blue so light they blended into the snow that all but covered the rocky terrain. They moved swiftly, their light-coloured snow boots crunching on the freshly-fallen snow, their assault rifles at the ready. All over the border, columns of soldiers, some in vehicles and some on feet, were pouring into Maerie. Now they just had to see if anyone would come to stop them.
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"Phanagoria is the pride of our country. If it was not beautiful, then we would work hard to make it so. You will be staying in the 'Ulf Dvorets', a fine hotel near the coast. They are renowned for having stunning views from their luxurious rooms." Kuchu motioned to a chaffeur waiting outside his slick black limousine. The man sat down and started the engine.
"What's it like living in Phanagoria? Perfect." The limousine's door opened automatically as the delegation reached it. Kuchu stepped onto his seat and motioned for the 2 diplomats to follow suit. Inside the limousine was 3 comfy seats, with large amounts of leg room and armrests. Attached to each right arm chair was a small conveyor belt, leading to and from the back.
"Unlike other cities, my hometown is not crowded. As you have already seen, the 2 million citizens are spread out far. The streets are clean and there is always another activity around the corner. However, you can explore Phanagoria tomorrow. Relax, drink some Airag and tell me about Torquelas." Glasses of a white, milky beverage appeared from the conveyor belts. The limousine had obviously been built for luxury.

Kumi, Slovenija
The Wolven soldiers kept up the fire, despite intense onslaught from Slovjan mortars. The Slovjan infrantry had been decimated by heavy gunfire, but hidden mortar posts had stopped the Wolven army from taking Kumi. Wolven Tanks roamed the streets and soon any Slovjan soldiers in the open had been killed or run into the relative safety of nearby houses. The Khanate had not expected such fierce resistance and support was on the way. However, Kumi had to fall soon or the Slovjan army would see hope. That the last thing the Khan's men wanted. If the war was quick, the Slovjan people would see how truly beaten they were. If it dragged on for months, Slovenija could be a hotspot for revolutions and independence. Luckily, conditions were poor in Slovenija and hopefully reform would be welcomed.
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