Insane_Panda
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Byzantium asks that the Japanese do NOT aid the Alaskan insurgents. That is not our war to fight, no matter what stance we take on the issue.
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Insane_Panda
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Daft, I ask that you extend the deadline. 3 days for such a intensive NES is not adequate time for orders of substance (not to mention 2 sets of orders), IMHO. Especially considering that we are still waiting on the Celtic response.
Also, did Byzantium get a PM?
Also, did Byzantium get a PM?
alex994
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The United States has not suggested that the United States plan to unleash upon the world another wave of fighting as such that hit Latium. The United States has no comments to make on the ASP/Iroquois-GDI War and will make none unless provokied. The United States is not against Byzantium's War to Reunify the Romanoi Peoples and leans towards supporting their decision to reunite their people. The United States is merely commenting on the fact that various GDI *cough* Japan and Celtonia *cough* members have actively supported and even attempted to intervene in the United State's internal affairs with supplies and offering members of an outlaw government refuge.
In an effort to defend the United State's sovereign rights as a free and independent nation we ask that foreign nations cease to interefere in our domestic affairs and we will cease to interefere in affairs that does not concern the United States.
In an effort to defend the United State's sovereign rights as a free and independent nation we ask that foreign nations cease to interefere in our domestic affairs and we will cease to interefere in affairs that does not concern the United States.
Kentharu
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Japan will not aid the Alaskan government but they have our support (moral support or w/e)
ooc i understand panda, sorry mate now that that drama is done
ooc i understand panda, sorry mate now that that drama is done
KrimzonStriker
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What Panda said, Sunday or Monday would be good for me persoanlly.
Speaking of PM's I'm still waiting for some of my own Disenfrancised, Daft, and a certain other individual.
Speaking of PM's I'm still waiting for some of my own Disenfrancised, Daft, and a certain other individual.
Insane_Panda
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OOC: No problem, Kentharu.
alex994
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KrimzonStriker said:
OOC: I'm sooo paranoid
But if that person is icmancin, terrible things will happen to Spain. (hopefully a well placed asteriod or earthquake...) 
KrimzonStriker
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What would I have to gain by siding with Alaska? Shsssshhh give me some credit alex 
alex994
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KrimzonStriker said:What would I have to gain by siding with Alaska? Shsssshhh give me some credit alex
OOC: sry
But after the attempted assasination and etc my paranoia level has went through the roof EDIT: What does Japan have to gain by morally supporting Alaska too?
Needless to say, the United States recognizes the French Government and wishes that our cooperation continues. (P.S. Send the President some Vin De Constance, he quite enjoys it)
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It's obvious, Kentharu is insane 
Kentharu
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Japan gains flying monkeys, lamas and edible sofas
conehead234
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to: France
From: Germany
We recognize your new government.
From: Germany
We recognize your new government.
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“Attention all passengers, this is you captain speaking. I am pleased to announce that we have arrived in Madrid, please enjoy your stay and welcome to your new home.”
Julius Bashir stirred from his sleep as his eyes fluttered open. In front of him was not his old dorm room back in Rome, but the ceiling of his cabin. Slowly he rose, shaking himself out of his stupor, and then realizing what had happened.
He covered his face with his hands, running them over his gaunt features as he began to remember everything and contemplated what he had done. He sighed slowly, knowing that there was no going back, and that it had been the only decision he could have made.
He got up and dressed himself, no need to be impolite to his saviors after all. After a while he felt his chin, and deduced that he needed a shave. He reached into his bathroom, and then took a look in the mirror. His reflection depicted a young 23 year old, who had just gone through hell and back again. As Julius studied himself, he realized just how much of a toll the war had taken on him. He shook his head; pushing those memories aside and quickly shaved his growing beard off. After a little washing and some fresh clothes he looked at himself again. This time he saw a glimmer of the old Julius, before it all began, before his entire life had been changed. The top graduate of the Roman military Academy and youngest Arcani Trooper to reach the rank of Colonel, was now only a shadow of himself however.
A knock on his door swung his head around as one of the sailors came in.
“Mr. Bashir, they’re waiting for you at the dock, your family has already been disembarked. One of the men will come get your luggage later, please right this way,” he gestured. Julius nodded in assent and walked past him.
As soon as he reached the top deck he felt the cool wind upon his skin, then looked out to see a man of about 30 years of age, dressed in formal Spanish military attire, his rank depicting that of a general. Julius slowly walked down the gangway as the man slowly walked up to greet him, a smile on his face.
“Colonel Bashir, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. If you’ll follow me to my car I’ll take you to my home, your family is already waiting. We can discuss the issue of your accommodations and when you can get started.”
Once again Julius nodded in assent, and followed the general to an awaiting black limousine. As Julius sat down, he hadn’t realized how luxurious the car really was and reveled in the feel of the leather interior. It had been far to long since he had enjoyed such comforts.
As Julius’s face did nothing to hide his admiration, the General smiled at him and said,
“I am quite pleased you fancy it so much, it cost me quite an amount to finally purchase it. However I’m sure you can get something for yourself in due time. Now relax,” he said as he clapped Julius’s tense shoulders “The war is far away, here in Spain you will be safe, for here in Spain there is only peace.”
“Ah, where are my manners Colonel, my name is General Surgeo Fernandez.” He extended his hand out in general goodwill.
Julius tenuously took it, being in the 2nd Arcani Infantry division tended to make one cautious.
“Your caution is admirable Colonel, but you shall only find friends here,” he said as he grasped Julius’s hand wholeheartedly. “In Spain, we treat each other with both the utmost respect and loyalty, because here we are more then country men, we are brothers.”
Surgeo rounded his head back to see that they had finally arrived at his mountain estate. They both got out of the car, and took a moment to breathe in the calm and chilly air as Julius noted the blooming flowers and plants. He finally pulled back his view as he took in the entire scope of the scene. It was beautiful.
The hills and were teaming with greenery and breathtaking wildflowers flourished throughout as far as the eye could see. The tall grass danced with the blowing wind and the entire thing was complimented with a soft lighting of orange from the setting sun.
“Magnificent, isn’t it?” asked Surgeo
“It’s gorgeous, it makes up for all the rubble and ruin I saw back in Rome.”
“Ah well, we are wasting time, come in, come in, my brother is excited to meet you and your entire family is here at my request for dinner.” Surgeo quickly ushered Julius into the manor, but not before he noticed just how large or well designed the entire place was.
They made their way into the main hallway, which was made up of fine marble, with a circular design to it, and a beautifully drawn circular symbol implanted in the center of the room, converged on by two spiral stairways on it’s left and right. In the center, lay a well dressed gentleman in a tuxedo and slicked back hair, and had it not been for Surgeo’s spiky hairstyle Julius would not have been able to tell the difference between the two men. The man before them broke out into a smile, and broke out into a hug to greet his twin.
When the two men let go, Surgeo turned and introduced the man to Julius.
“Colonel Bashir, this is my twin brother Diego. He is the Spanish representative on the EODC council, the King’s economic advisor, and one of our most successful industrialist. Diego, this is Colonel Julius Bashir of the 2nd Roman Arcani Infantry division.”
Julius extended his hand and received a hearty handshake in return.
“Mr. Bashir, I’ve heard so much about you. Please come this way, your family arrived hours ago. We were having a very nice discussion before you came,” explained Diego as they made their way toward the lounge. They burst in on a happily chatting group of people.
If Julius hadn’t known them all his life he would have thought them complete strangers. His father, who had once been so pale and weak from the depression about the war, was now vibrantly laughing and liberally partaking in imported American whisky. His mother, who had once been frantic to the point of hysteria while she worried over her family, was now smiling calmly as she nodded to whatever his father was saying and inserting her own comments while sipping fine Spanish whine. His grandmother, who had once seemed so old and decrypted that she had been practically bedridden was now lazily sitting on a fine and comfy looking couch, her legs pulled back on top of it, and reading one of Julius’s favorite novels. And his 10-year-old brother and 9-year-old sister were now running around all over the place playing an elusive game of tag, instead of shivering in a bomb shelter back in Rome. To Julius, the change seemed nothing short of miraculous.
“Julius, dear you’ve finally come,” said his mother as she enveloped him in a hug.
“Quite a fine place if you don’t mind me saying Mr. Fernandez, and thank you again for helping our family,” inserted his father.
“Julius, Julius, can we go outside to play? This place is soooooo big, and the outside has all kinds of flowers!” chattered his brother and sister.
“Now enough of that children, your brother has had a long day and it’s nearly time for dinner,” commented his grandmother sternly.
“Awwwwww…”
Diego and Surgeo only smiled. Diego then clapped his hands and said brusquely “She’s quite right, now if you’ll all follow me I’ll show you to the dining room. I’m sure you’re all very hungry after your long trip.”
They all nodded and quickly followed the brothers out, the children actually running a little ahead from time to time as they circled the group in their play.
The dining room was spectacular, the golden patterned design lit up the entire room, a huge crystal chandelier hung high above, and a magnificent table finished with servants laying out their meal finished it off.
Before them lay a mouthwatering meal of roasted pork, strewn over with vegetables. A large bowl of clam chowder, bottles of fine champagne, fried chicken breast, a beautiful salmon covered in butter, lobster, clams, shrimp, and all sorts of delicious morsels.
They sat down, politely laying their napkins on their laps, then held hands as they prayed to the for their many blessings. For today, all their prayers came true.
They broke their prayer, and then began to dig in. For Julius and his family, it had been so long since they had a proper meal, much less a huge feast.
Around the table they ate, talked, and laughed. Julius was just about done reprimanding his father for retelling a particularly embarrassing story when one of the servants shouted, “Announcing her grace, Senoriata Diana Fernandez, Senorita Gabriella Fernandez, and Senorita Isabella Fernandez.”
Julius raised his eyes and instantly went still. The one known as Diana was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (which wasn’t saying much since he spent most of his time in the barracks, but in this case it was no exaggeration) her long dark raven hair streamed down her back. Her figure was tall, voluptuous but not so much due to an apparent athletic build, and very well shaped. Her eyes were a steel gray like her brother, a contrast to Julius and his amber eyes, but engrossing nonetheless. Her soft, robe like dress accentuated her figure even more as it clung to her body.
Surgeo got up to greet his wife Isabella and his sister Diana, while Gabriella went over to kiss her husband. While Diego smiled as he returned his wife’s kiss his eyes did not miss Julius’s admiring gaze toward his sister. He grinned inwardly, thinking perhaps their new guest would make a much bigger impact on their lives then he originally thought.
OCC: Guess who got the Roman officers?
Julius Bashir stirred from his sleep as his eyes fluttered open. In front of him was not his old dorm room back in Rome, but the ceiling of his cabin. Slowly he rose, shaking himself out of his stupor, and then realizing what had happened.
He covered his face with his hands, running them over his gaunt features as he began to remember everything and contemplated what he had done. He sighed slowly, knowing that there was no going back, and that it had been the only decision he could have made.
He got up and dressed himself, no need to be impolite to his saviors after all. After a while he felt his chin, and deduced that he needed a shave. He reached into his bathroom, and then took a look in the mirror. His reflection depicted a young 23 year old, who had just gone through hell and back again. As Julius studied himself, he realized just how much of a toll the war had taken on him. He shook his head; pushing those memories aside and quickly shaved his growing beard off. After a little washing and some fresh clothes he looked at himself again. This time he saw a glimmer of the old Julius, before it all began, before his entire life had been changed. The top graduate of the Roman military Academy and youngest Arcani Trooper to reach the rank of Colonel, was now only a shadow of himself however.
A knock on his door swung his head around as one of the sailors came in.
“Mr. Bashir, they’re waiting for you at the dock, your family has already been disembarked. One of the men will come get your luggage later, please right this way,” he gestured. Julius nodded in assent and walked past him.
As soon as he reached the top deck he felt the cool wind upon his skin, then looked out to see a man of about 30 years of age, dressed in formal Spanish military attire, his rank depicting that of a general. Julius slowly walked down the gangway as the man slowly walked up to greet him, a smile on his face.
“Colonel Bashir, it is a pleasure to finally meet you. If you’ll follow me to my car I’ll take you to my home, your family is already waiting. We can discuss the issue of your accommodations and when you can get started.”
Once again Julius nodded in assent, and followed the general to an awaiting black limousine. As Julius sat down, he hadn’t realized how luxurious the car really was and reveled in the feel of the leather interior. It had been far to long since he had enjoyed such comforts.
As Julius’s face did nothing to hide his admiration, the General smiled at him and said,
“I am quite pleased you fancy it so much, it cost me quite an amount to finally purchase it. However I’m sure you can get something for yourself in due time. Now relax,” he said as he clapped Julius’s tense shoulders “The war is far away, here in Spain you will be safe, for here in Spain there is only peace.”
“Ah, where are my manners Colonel, my name is General Surgeo Fernandez.” He extended his hand out in general goodwill.
Julius tenuously took it, being in the 2nd Arcani Infantry division tended to make one cautious.
“Your caution is admirable Colonel, but you shall only find friends here,” he said as he grasped Julius’s hand wholeheartedly. “In Spain, we treat each other with both the utmost respect and loyalty, because here we are more then country men, we are brothers.”
Surgeo rounded his head back to see that they had finally arrived at his mountain estate. They both got out of the car, and took a moment to breathe in the calm and chilly air as Julius noted the blooming flowers and plants. He finally pulled back his view as he took in the entire scope of the scene. It was beautiful.
The hills and were teaming with greenery and breathtaking wildflowers flourished throughout as far as the eye could see. The tall grass danced with the blowing wind and the entire thing was complimented with a soft lighting of orange from the setting sun.
“Magnificent, isn’t it?” asked Surgeo
“It’s gorgeous, it makes up for all the rubble and ruin I saw back in Rome.”
“Ah well, we are wasting time, come in, come in, my brother is excited to meet you and your entire family is here at my request for dinner.” Surgeo quickly ushered Julius into the manor, but not before he noticed just how large or well designed the entire place was.
They made their way into the main hallway, which was made up of fine marble, with a circular design to it, and a beautifully drawn circular symbol implanted in the center of the room, converged on by two spiral stairways on it’s left and right. In the center, lay a well dressed gentleman in a tuxedo and slicked back hair, and had it not been for Surgeo’s spiky hairstyle Julius would not have been able to tell the difference between the two men. The man before them broke out into a smile, and broke out into a hug to greet his twin.
When the two men let go, Surgeo turned and introduced the man to Julius.
“Colonel Bashir, this is my twin brother Diego. He is the Spanish representative on the EODC council, the King’s economic advisor, and one of our most successful industrialist. Diego, this is Colonel Julius Bashir of the 2nd Roman Arcani Infantry division.”
Julius extended his hand and received a hearty handshake in return.
“Mr. Bashir, I’ve heard so much about you. Please come this way, your family arrived hours ago. We were having a very nice discussion before you came,” explained Diego as they made their way toward the lounge. They burst in on a happily chatting group of people.
If Julius hadn’t known them all his life he would have thought them complete strangers. His father, who had once been so pale and weak from the depression about the war, was now vibrantly laughing and liberally partaking in imported American whisky. His mother, who had once been frantic to the point of hysteria while she worried over her family, was now smiling calmly as she nodded to whatever his father was saying and inserting her own comments while sipping fine Spanish whine. His grandmother, who had once seemed so old and decrypted that she had been practically bedridden was now lazily sitting on a fine and comfy looking couch, her legs pulled back on top of it, and reading one of Julius’s favorite novels. And his 10-year-old brother and 9-year-old sister were now running around all over the place playing an elusive game of tag, instead of shivering in a bomb shelter back in Rome. To Julius, the change seemed nothing short of miraculous.
“Julius, dear you’ve finally come,” said his mother as she enveloped him in a hug.
“Quite a fine place if you don’t mind me saying Mr. Fernandez, and thank you again for helping our family,” inserted his father.
“Julius, Julius, can we go outside to play? This place is soooooo big, and the outside has all kinds of flowers!” chattered his brother and sister.
“Now enough of that children, your brother has had a long day and it’s nearly time for dinner,” commented his grandmother sternly.
“Awwwwww…”
Diego and Surgeo only smiled. Diego then clapped his hands and said brusquely “She’s quite right, now if you’ll all follow me I’ll show you to the dining room. I’m sure you’re all very hungry after your long trip.”
They all nodded and quickly followed the brothers out, the children actually running a little ahead from time to time as they circled the group in their play.
The dining room was spectacular, the golden patterned design lit up the entire room, a huge crystal chandelier hung high above, and a magnificent table finished with servants laying out their meal finished it off.
Before them lay a mouthwatering meal of roasted pork, strewn over with vegetables. A large bowl of clam chowder, bottles of fine champagne, fried chicken breast, a beautiful salmon covered in butter, lobster, clams, shrimp, and all sorts of delicious morsels.
They sat down, politely laying their napkins on their laps, then held hands as they prayed to the for their many blessings. For today, all their prayers came true.
They broke their prayer, and then began to dig in. For Julius and his family, it had been so long since they had a proper meal, much less a huge feast.
Around the table they ate, talked, and laughed. Julius was just about done reprimanding his father for retelling a particularly embarrassing story when one of the servants shouted, “Announcing her grace, Senoriata Diana Fernandez, Senorita Gabriella Fernandez, and Senorita Isabella Fernandez.”
Julius raised his eyes and instantly went still. The one known as Diana was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (which wasn’t saying much since he spent most of his time in the barracks, but in this case it was no exaggeration) her long dark raven hair streamed down her back. Her figure was tall, voluptuous but not so much due to an apparent athletic build, and very well shaped. Her eyes were a steel gray like her brother, a contrast to Julius and his amber eyes, but engrossing nonetheless. Her soft, robe like dress accentuated her figure even more as it clung to her body.
Surgeo got up to greet his wife Isabella and his sister Diana, while Gabriella went over to kiss her husband. While Diego smiled as he returned his wife’s kiss his eyes did not miss Julius’s admiring gaze toward his sister. He grinned inwardly, thinking perhaps their new guest would make a much bigger impact on their lives then he originally thought.
OCC: Guess who got the Roman officers?
alex994
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OOC: THE IROQUOIS GOT THE ROMAN OFFICERS! 
Seriously, I thought your guest would be like a distinguished person of great renown...
Seriously, I thought your guest would be like a distinguished person of great renown...
KrimzonStriker
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Hey I see them as a great investment, for free!!! Plus I get to host a big parade. And who do you know who needs a place to stay and is of great reknown and don't say Icamancin or I'm gonna blow a gasket. 
alex994
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KrimzonStriker said:Hey I see them as a great investment, for free!!! Plus I get to host a big parade. And who do you know who needs a place to stay and is of great reknown and don't say Icamancin or I'm gonna blow a gasket.
OOC: I dunno, but I thought that was why you would surprise all of us. Anyways, aren't those Roman Soldiers in essence deserting their post and thus forfeiting their lives if they ever return to Rome?
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alex994 said:OOC: I dunno, but I thought that was why you would surprise all of us. Anyways, aren't those Roman Soldiers in essence deserting their post and thus forfeiting their lives if they ever return to Rome?
I guess..... why?
alex994
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KrimzonStriker said:
OOC: Em... That means they will die if they ever enter any country with an extradition treaty with Rome or even possibly Venice...
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alex994 said:
Soooo.... you point? Not like anyone wants to stay in that area!! They'd be dead already...
alex994
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There has been no activity for nearly 20 hours... I am getting worried, where is daft? Where is that speech I'm expecting from Icmancin??? NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE
