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Penguins vs. Cookies; The war to end all wars...
Topic Started: Nov 16 2014, 04:29 PM (2,608 Views)
Lord Aragonn
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The Jarl waited at the train station, eagerly waiting for the first shipment of cookies from his new allies. These weren't any ordinary cookies. These were soft chocolate chip cookies. These cookies could reduce crime by a huge amount. If only the cookies would arrive faster...
Edited by Aragonn, Nov 17 2014, 12:45 AM.
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Miricano
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Pentagon Centre -- 4:05 PCST (Pentagon Centre Standard Time)
Parliamentary Square, Capital Territory of Port Alexandria, National Hall, Prime Minister Ramos's Office



Prime Minister Ramos picked up the papers again to read the numbers. After reading them again, he threw the papers along with his glasses across the room in disgust.

The Regional Economic Numbers came out again, and just like last year Blueholt didn't even come close to touching it's nearest competitors of Laurentus States, Genesis and the cream de la creme, Frostmark.

"BAH! I am sick of seeing these same numbers over and over again. Each year Blueholt get larger, but Frostmark gets more powerful."

He got up, and walked across the marble floor of his office and looked over the gleaming skyline of Pentagon Centre.

"Even Miricano can't reach the power of Frostmark. I send billions and billions of Euros to Blueholt each year, and for what? To get fifth place.. This has to end.."

Ramos walked over to his desk and got on his intercom
"Cindy, get me Governor Colbalt of Blueholt"
"Yes sir"


Soon Colbalt was on the monitor in front of him
"Colbalt, did you see these fucking numbers?"
"Yes sir, but I can assure you tha-"
"Assure me what? That you won't come in fifth place next year? HOW THE HELL CAN YOU DO THAT!? I send you shitloads of money every month. What the hell are you doing with it?"
"We we recently revamped our national metro system and improved the healthcare sys-"
"TRAINS AND DOCTORS DON'T GET US TO FIRST IN ECONOMICS, COLBALT. INDUSTRY DOES!"
"But sir, we already tax the people 68%, and of that 23% is spent on Industry..."
"I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO. HEAR. YOUR. FUCKING. EXCUSES. You know I have freaking Parliament breathing down my neck either kick your incompent butt out of office or do something to improve our standing in New Hyperion"
"Sir, I'm doing all I can."
"Colbalt, I'm going to be honest. YOUR "BEST" REALLY ACTUALLY SUCKS"
"I understand sir"
"Colbalt, Miricano is a very powerful nation, and integral one at that, but it all depends on the Entente working together as a team. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do"
"I need you to do exactly as I say"
"Of course sir"
"I need you to institute Protocol 34-A, now."
"But sir, the dr--"
"Do not but me, because I will makes sure your ass doesn't see the inside of another political office again in your sorry, pathetic life. NOW DO IT"
"Yes sir"
"And one more thing"
"Yes sir?"
"GET THOSE FREAKING COOKIES TO THE JARL NOW. AND INCLUDE THREE MORE TRAIN FREIGHT CARS FULL. We will need him, for where we're going"




Fort Ticon, The Eastern State of Blueholt -- 9:45 am EST (Eastern Standard Time)
In Front of the Trinity National Building


President Colbalt walks up to the podium

"At 10am, Prime Minister Ramos and the Miricanian Parliament instituted Protocol 34-A, better known as the National Service Institute Act. This means all males from Blueholt, from the age of 18 to 38 must enter their names to their local National Service board, in order to be picked from an electronic lottery to serve their country in the prospect of battle.
All dissenters will be prosecuted and will be made to "volunteer" as a soldier in the Miricano National Forces.
Thank you, that will be all."


Reporters swarmed Governor Colbalt as he was rushed back inside Trinity National.

Prime Minister Ramos watched the whole thing live from Pentagon Centre, and couldn't help but smile. He knew it was going to be a loud night in Blueholt, but against Frostmark, he knew it'd be worth it


OOC: EDITED FOR GRAMMAR
Edited by Miricano, Dec 16 2014, 07:25 PM.
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Chancellor Laurentus
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Maximus carefully made his way up the spiraling staircase and kept his vigil for prying eyes. When he felt satisfied that no one was paying any special attention to him, he proceeded to enter his emperor's study.

"Maximus! You return to me. Might you have news?"

"I do, my lord. It is as you suspected. The Triple Entente has grown restless, and it took only a little chiding to get them to buy the penguins."

"Good. Excellent! You're certain you got rid of any evidence linking us to those monstrosities? We can't afford any mistakes if our plan is to succeed."

"Positive, my lord. There is, however a slight complication. Our man in Jarl Aragonn's employ has reported that a large shipment of Choc-Chip cookies are being delivered to Aragonn as we speak. It seems we have underestimated Prime Minister Ramos's ruthlessness. He knows full well that Aragonn is deathly addicted to the substance, and it seems he seeks to recruit him to his cause by feeding his addiction. Truly, sire, we could not have anticipated that-"

"NO," Emperor Laurentus roared as he flung all his possessions off his desk. "DO YOU REALISE WHAT DISASTROUS CONSEQUENCES THIS WILL HAVE?! I SHOULD THROW YOU TO THE DESERT LIONS! I SHOULD- I SHOULD..."

Maximus could already imagine the grisly punishment his emperor would concoct, and just as he was about to turn and run for it, Emperor Laurentus's fury turned into a snarl of a smile, somehow disturbing him even more than his fury.

His emperor's next words sounded well pleased as he responded, "I should appoint you as the heir to my throne, as payment for the service you've done me this day. Oh come now, don't look so surprised! Prime Minister Ramos has just made his first mistake..."


OOC: edited to make it flow better.
Edited by Laurentus, Nov 17 2014, 01:24 AM.
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Lord Aragonn
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The Jarl watched as the bullet train came to a stop at the train yard. His first shipment had finally arrived!
"Get these containers offloaded then take inventory and begin distribution!"
The workers began to move about. Cranes offloaded the containers, and scanning equipment was run along the sides of the containers to check for explosives or other traps. Content that there were none, the containers were opened up and unloaded of their contents.
They were precisely what was needed. Those soft, delectable cookies filled the air with their sweet aroma. These cookies are perfect.
Jarl Aragonn was surprised that his wrist communicator was going off. Who could it be? It was on a secure channel, so Aragonn deemed it worthy enough to be taken at a time like this joyous occasion. He left the area for a more private location and took the call.
"This better be important," the Jarl growled.
"Our intelligence picked up a live broadcast from Blueholt stating that they are drafting men to be soldiers." It was Heimdall, head of the Aesir Intelligence Agency. "They mean to go to war with another nation."
"Any clues as to who with?"
"One of our operatives discovered that the Triple Entente had recently acquired a number of penguins. This was done in secret, and all evidence of it was destroyed."
"This could mean they aim to take on Frostmark," Aragonn speculated. "Though the evidence of the transaction being erased disturbs me greatly. Acquire what details you can about the situation. I have a feeling we'll be needing to defend the cookie factories of Blueholt really soon..."
"Yes, sir. Hail Aragonn!"
The call ended.
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Alexander
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It was a peaceful and prosperous day in the great Markaic city of New Prussia, proudly centralised within the Kaiserreich's Antarctican empire. Birds sang under the biodomes, winding streets supporting the steps of thousands of healthy young lovers, the smell of prosperity and success lingering in the air. Handsome architecture rose imposingly into the skyline, marble as far as the eye could see. Floating automobiles elegantly darted through the clouds in striking synchrony. Truly, a sight to behold, and one that had inspired much poetry. Chancellor Falkenwalde stared out of the Chancellory window atop the great Reichstag Hill and admired their grand civilisation. His grand civilisation. He stood leaning to the pane and paused, deep in thought.
Sometimes you have to stop and take the time to appreciate the beauty of our achievements. Something I almost never slow down enough to do. It's almost as if this is happening for plot convenience.

Without much in the way of warning, he snapped back into reality as the alarm chimed through from his desk. With barely chance to glance over, Advisor Hans burst through the intimidatingly large dark wood doors, quite blatantly out of breath. He was closely followed by a flustered secretary who had evidently failed to actually give the Reichskanzler anything remotely resembling advanced notice.
Falkenwalde removed his hand from the wall and curled his impressive moustache as he was wont to do when frustrated. He frowned through the spacious office towards the bookish young man, before loudly clearing his throat. "I trust this nonsense is warranted."
"Urgent news My Lord, Miricano seems to be attempting to pull its weight among their Triple Entente and are mobilising for war. Intelligence suggests that this development has come following the yearly review. Ramos is said to be furious."
A thousand thoughts immediately began racing through Falkenwalde's mind. This was nothing if not unexpected.
"I... can see where this is going. It'll just be a matter of time before someone intends to utilise penguin-based WMDs! We can't waste any more time with the testing, we need to initiate operation Sea Lion now!" Hans spluttered, "But sir! They're not ready! They're only prototy-" "THIS IS PENGUIN WARFARE HANS! DO YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE?!" Hans stood upright, shaking, before saluting towards the Reichskanzler, and made to leave as quickly as he entered.
"Y-yes my Lord."

Wait a minute...
Edited by Alexander, Nov 17 2014, 10:17 PM.
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The news of the recent developments in the international scale quickly reached the Empire of Science. Consul Xavier, naturally, began panicking. "They're trading cookies with each other? And they don't think to involve us in their discussions?"
"No, Your Excellency. We are not currently in formal diplomatic relations with the Triple Entente, and--" Baker began but was soon cut off.
"These are COOKIES! We are the educational and scientific center of New Hyperion! And they don't give us COOKIES?!"
"Forgive me, Your Excellency, but although we are very strong in those areas, we are not quite that powerful in the international scale. They do not appear to want to give us cookies, so--"
"I am the Regent of Science! We NEED these cookies!"
"It appears that that may not be possible in the near future."
"Whatever! Tell Feynman to begin research on penguin weaponry immediately! A great war is about to erupt, and we must not be technologically inferior!"
"Penguin WMDs will take quite some time to develop--"
"We are Science! Research and development are nothing compared to our educational power!"
"Yes, Your Excellency."
"And tell the lead chemists to begin research on soft chocolate chip cookies! I want our culinary science to rival the arts of the Entente!"
"Forgive me, Your Excellency, but do you actually have authorization to do this?"
"The Senate passed the Executive Powers Regarding Certain Cold-Climate Aquatic Avians and Sugary Baked Goods Act thirty minutes ago! Of course I have the authorization! Now leave!"
Baker left.
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The Candicilar, Parliamentary Square, The Capital Territory of Port Alexandria, Miricano
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We cannot keep supporting these countries of the Entente. If this keeps up...
I know, and if Colbalt doesn't do something soon then--
Yeah, I know but I'm worried about Ramos. It seems he is going off the de--
Hush. Here they come


Prime Minister Ramos, Governor Colbalt and Governor Broderick of Voxelia all enter the Third Floor Chambers

"Ah. Minister Ignatus and Majority Leader Isador. What a ... surprise. I see you've already made yourself at home."
"Cut the shit and formalities Ramos, we aren't here for a tea party."
"Fine. Then do enlighten us why you have traveled across the country and graced us with your presence Ignatus."
"Ramos, I'm cutting you off"
Excuse me?
The funding for you and your escapades. It's done. I'm sick and tired of you spending hard earned tax payer money on your little stunts and blowovers.
Did you just say no to me
Yeah I did. And you know what, I don't care. You act like you were born with a silver spoon up your ass. Frankly, you know I don't like you, so why don't we just settle this now
Ignatus, DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS WAR IS GOING TO BE. WE NEED THIS FUNDING. Now either you will give to us, or so help your sorry ass, I will get it out of you. One way. Or another.
Ramos. The answer is no. And plus to be honest, the Exchequer cannot support it. We are still paying off the bonds that Genesis bought. SIX YEARS AGO.
Ignatus, you will GET ME THAT FUNDING OR CONSIDER YOURSELF FIRED
Ramos, go fuck yourself.


Prime Minister Ramos got up and walked around, counting to ten, slowly and deliberately.

"And Majority Leader Isador. I assume you have brought me some good news as it is coming from my own party"
"Well, that's just it. You don't have a party anymore"
"I don't understand..."
"The ERP doesn't feel that you are competent enough to fulfill your duties as Prime Minister, and Queen Candice feels the same way. As of Monday, Governor Colbalt's, Governor Brodrick's and your political careers as heads of state will we terminated."
"You are kidding right?"
"You don't have a mandate anymore. You public approval numbers are the lowest since Dayton's in '09."
I DON'T CARE ABOUT THOSE IDIOTS OUT THERE. THEY DO WHAT I TELL THEM, WHEN I TELL THEM, AND HOW I TELL THEM.
Well by Monday, Richardson will be taking over as Pr--
Oh that buffoon. He can barely tie his own shoes
That aside, he will be your leader on Monday.


Prime Minister Ramos gathered his things in his hand and put on his jacket.
"Let's go Brodrick and Colbalt. We have unfinished business to take care of....."
As he walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but have a smirk on his face. Ramos knew he always got his way.... always. Ramos got on his communicator and called his secretary.
"Cindy, get Transportation Minister Randert and General Talbot in my office within the hour. We have a lot to talk about"



Breaking News -- Miricano News Network
Helena Falls, The Western State of Voxelia
12:01 am JST (Junction Standard Time)


The is Lawrence Jennifer coming to you live from MNN's mobile news site. It seems that the MTS (Miricano Transit System) Commuter Rail 370 Port Alexandria-Helena Falls has derailed near Bowie, 35 miles west of Port Alexandria. Officials say the cause of the accident hasn't been determined yet, but it may be something to do with an electrical failure that did not switch the tracks on time. The number of casualties is not clear but it is estimated approximately 250 people might have perished in the crash and subsequent explosion.

One thing however that is baffling investigators is the death of Entente Majority Leader Rainone Isador who seems to have had a small puncture wound through the back of the head at the time of the crash that, investigators say, most likely happened hours before the derailment...

Edited by Miricano, Dec 16 2014, 07:31 PM.
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The cookies were a success! Aragonn was in his office reading the figures showing the results of the first shipment of cookies off of a datapad. The numbers told of a staggering drop in crime, one that neither unpaid work or the possibility of getting eaten by a dragon even came close to achieving. And this was only the beginning.
His wrist communicator suddenly went off again. He just rolled his eyes and took the call.
"What is it?" the Jarl asked, annoyed.
"There has been an incident in Miricano." It's Heimdall again. "A train derailed due to a supposed electrical failure with the track's mechanism for making a train go left or right at a fork."
"And what was so special about this one?"
"The Entente Majority Leader Rainone Isador was found dead on the train, but he didn't die from the crash. He was murdered hours before, and the train wreck was meant to get rid of evidence."
"Secretly purchasing penguins, the assassination of the majority leader...It sounds like there's a lot more going on than preparing for war between rival nations."
"Another development: there's some strange activity going on in Frostmark. We don't know what it is nor can we find out. We're completely in the dark over there."
"Very well. I know what I must do now. Thank you for this update."
"Hail Aragonn!"
Jarl Aragonn ended the transmission then rang up Kommander Vanir Gunnar.
"Gunnar, I'm going traveling. Get my fafnir squadron fuelled up and ready. I'll be at the airbase in half an hour."
"May I ask where the destination is, sir?"
"I'm going to Miricano. Now, ensure the readiness of my squadron."
"Yes, sir. Hail Aragonn!"
The Jarl ended that transmission as well. He then pushed a button on his desk, and a section of the wall slid to the side and revealed a sapphire colored armored exoskeleton.
"Hello, beautiful," he said, grinning. "It's been a long time..."
Edited by Aragonn, Dec 16 2014, 06:04 PM.
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The parliament building was a gigantic expanse that could contain 20 000 politicians comfortably. Maximus took his usual place on his emperor's right side on the elevated platform, as the hall quickly began to fill up. No one would miss today's event, for today his emperor would be declaring which side Laurentus States would be taking in the coming war.

"Ahem. Please, settle down, ladies and gentlemen, settle down." Emperor Laurentus had always had a knack for getting people to listen, without having to raise his voice. "First, let us observe our oldest tradition when we are all gathered in this manner." What would come next was the brief, official recitation of the nation's history, followed by the acknowledgement that his emperor was still doing what was best for the empire. "We, the descendants of 4 violently divided kingdoms, do celebrate a hundred years of prosperity under Laurentian rule. King Calixtus, do you dispute that I have acted in the best interests of the Laurentian empire since our last meeting?" King Calixtus was a burly man, often ill tempered, but known for his strict sense of honour. He came before the emperor and bowed his knee as he proclaimed, "My liege, I do not. You have upheld the laws of a unified empire as set out by your ancestors a hundred years ago."

King Voldric, a tall and cold-hearted man, as well as King Marathis, the "Boy King," next declared the same, and the meeting could begin in earnest.

"I am sure all of you have heard the news of what goes on in the world around us. The time, my lords and ladies, has come for us to declare who we will be supporting. Frostmark has ever been our ally, and they will be needing our help now more than ever. We are not an empire of great military strength, but we are unmatched in guerilla and shadow warfare. Our economy is also one of the strongest and most stable economies in the world, so put together with our scientific prowess, Frostmark will find an essential ally in us."

"My liege, why are we declaring for any side? What profit is there to be had for any kingdom here if we go to war?" This coming from Voldric, ever the businessman. "Wars are expensive, and if the rumours are to be believed, Prime Minister Ramos has already gone to great lengths to quash dissenting voices in the Triple Entente. This incident with the train is but the only well-known example. We have heard whispers that, even now, he is eliminating politicians who would oppose him, and rewarding those loyal to him beyond measure. And he now has Jarl Aragonn on his leash with the cookies too. What hope do we have, especially when we consider the most ominous rumour of all: as we speak, hordes of penguins are being prepared for war. We all know that Frostmark can't stand against these creatures. Who even knows what those Colbentiellians are cooking up? For all these reasons, I propose that we throw our lot in with the Triple Entente, in the hopes that they will be a better friend than an enemy. 'Tis only logical."

By the fervent nods King Voldric's words were met with, it was clear to Maximus that the emperor would need a pretty fucking compelling reason to declare for Frostmark. And he delivered it with his next sentence. "It's all really quite simple, Voldric. We are delivering our own super-duper soft chocolate chip cookies to the Science Alliance. We have also assembled 50 000 space-grade hyper-velocity molten cheese cannons and are delivering them to Reichskanzler Falkenwalde as we speak. Minerva knows the man can utilise cheese."
Edited by Laurentus, Nov 18 2014, 08:00 PM.
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Daddy! Daddy!, said the five year old Roen as he ran to his father with his arms outstretched
Roen!, replied Prime Minister Ramos as he lifted his son into the hair and spun him
Daddy. I missed you. You didn't come to my science fair. I won first place!
Daddy is sorry. He was working on some ... important work. But to make it up to you, I brought you a present from the city
A PRESENT! YAY! Daddy, what is it?
Close your eyes!
Ok Daddy!


Prime Minister Ramos reached behind him to retrieve the present. He knew Roen was peaking, but it didn't bother him. He just loved to see the smile on his son's face.

Ok open your eyes!

Roen looked at the box in awe and wonder as he saw the shiny blue plane through the plastic cover.

A Plane! Daddy, thank you!
You are welcome my sweet son. Remember, one day you will grow up to be big and powerful as your father one day!
YAY! Daddy, did you bring Mommy back from the city too?


The question hit Ramos like a freight train.

No bud. Remember we went over this. Mommy went to a ... a .... a better place. But she is always looking down on you and making sure you are safe and sound.
Ok Daddy!


Roen didn't hear most of what his father said as he was concentrating in opening his new plaything, but the thought of Roen even asking that question bothered Ramos. He needed to spend more time with his son. Only if the war with Frostmark could wait a little longer. Ramos entertained the thought of rescinding his previous war statements, but quickly shoved them out of his mind. The war still had to go on, and as long as the cost outweighed the benefit, the war could still go on... it could still go on...

"Daddy! Come play with me." yelled Roen. His son's call to him jolted Ramos out of his pensive state. He put on a smile and ran over to his son to play with his new toy

The two played for hours, well passed the sunset. At night, the two laid in the grass field in front on the house and looked up at the stars

And my teacher said that one was the Little Flipper
You mean Little Dipper, you silly boy.


The two laughed together for a couple minutes before the silence of the tree frogs and crickets settled back in.

"I wish it was like this all the time. This quiet, peaceful, bliss." Ramos thought to himself.
"Daddy" Roen said while yawning. "I love you..."
"I love you too bud" Ramos responded but Roen was fast asleep


Ramos carried his son upstairs, put him in the bed and tucked him in. Giving him the final goodnight kiss on the forehead, Ramos slowly walked out the the room and closed the door.

As he turned to walk toward his office, when Press Secretary Alto intercepted him.

Prime Minister Ramos, the Jarl of Aragonn is in en route to Port Alexandria for a surprise meeting. Their aircraft will enter our airspace within the hour. Should we alert the media...?
The media should have already been alerted, damn it. What does that man want from us now?
We believe he is here on pure diplomatic reasons, but we don't actually know the real reason he is coming.
WE DON'T KNOW? WHAT THE HELL IS OUR INTELLIGENCE DEPARTMENT DOING?
Well sir, we can release a statement to MNN now.
Get it done.
Yes sir.


Ramos got on his communicator to call his secretary Cindy
Cindy, get my train ready and get me a direct route to Port Alexandria.
Very good sir
And have a 100 Army Squadron ready at the airbase to escort the Jarl.
Yes sir. Anything else?
Yes. Tell General Talbot to raise the National Defense Network Rating to NDNR 3 and I want full security details for the whole of the Aragonn fleet.
Will do sir.


Ramos got off his communicator and walked tot he washroom to freshen up. One thought, one question however kept nagging him. Why did the Jarl want to come to Miricano.......?


Developing News -- Miricano National News
McLauder Aerobase, The Capital Territory of Port Alexandria (15 miles south of Port Alexandria)
6:45 PM PATS (Port Alexandria Time Standard)

This is Lawrence Jennifer, reporting live from McLauder Aerobase. Within the hour, the Jarl of Aragonn will arrive in Miricano on a surprise visit to the country. Many speculate the reasoning of the Jarl's visit is due to the instability of Entente, but without an official statement from the office of the Jarl, all current theories are just speculation.
As you can see right now, F-76's are taking off in the direction of the Jarl's incoming aircraft as an official escort, though some say it is a way for Miricano o show off it's latest military technology to the people of Aragonn and the world.
An official statement has come from the Office of the Prime Minister, stating that "Even though the visit is rather untimely, people of Miricano should still support and be happy for the alliance between Aragonn and Miricano. May it be long and prosperous for generations!"
We will bring you round the clock information on this developing situation. I am Lawrence Jennifer from MNN. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming.
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