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Rhodesia offers the mozambican rebels amnesty and Mozambique in general greater autonomy if they lay down their arms and rejoin the Republic.
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Rhodesia offers the mozambican rebels amnesty and Mozambique in general greater autonomy if they lay down their arms and rejoin the Republic.
Robert Can't
Éponine
Fluffy Pink orders lock.
If you haven't got them in already, do so now.
If you haven't got them in already, do so now.
Mathalamus
Emperor of Mathalia
Ailedhoo
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We of the Platonic Republic express hope that the suffering will be miminal...
...and will consider supporting any faction in the civil war who follow Platonic Republicanism... although we may still keep our course of reviewing our might in the next season or two...
...and will consider supporting any faction in the civil war who follow Platonic Republicanism... although we may still keep our course of reviewing our might in the next season or two...
Mathalamus
Emperor of Mathalia
the Roman Empire was actually considering gaining control of the region, and when its finished, giving them the standard Limited Home Rule, but still controlled by Constantinople.
but, we would have a difficult time trying to be seen as liberators, not conquerors.
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We of the Platonic Republic would comment that a direct attack to gain control of the area but possible help cause the civil warning factions to form a anti-invasion coalition. The Platonic Republic was taking a more... practical consideration: creating a ideological ally.
Robert Can't
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As of yet, no orders received from:
Cassablanca and Gibraltar
France
Empire of Monaco
United States of America
United Kingdom of God
Laos
Mongolia
Cassablanca and Gibraltar
France
Empire of Monaco
United States of America
United Kingdom of God
Laos
Mongolia
Mathalamus
Emperor of Mathalia
that makes the Roman Empire uncomfortable. its no secret that we had our disagreements. one of them could escalate into open warfare, and the Empire would be surrounded...
i suppose we can split it 50/50, or something?
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We were not threatening to attack you, fool! We were suggesting that the factions within the Volgan would hate a invader more than a inside enemy... picking to support the devils they know over the devil outside.
That said if there was a faction that we could both support, a faction that respected autocratic order and wisdom... then we will not need 50/50 but rather have a ally friends to both, 100/100.
Mathalamus
Emperor of Mathalia
that would be acceptable, actually. of course, we would have to wait a season.
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...with Thesseloniki to deal with first of course this season...
...although Macedonia... wait we can try to set the operates of providing logistical support and military aid without sending in the full force as a war...
OOC: I am trying to think a way to make it like the UN peacekeeping missions between us, only not a UN peacekeeper mission and the "peacekeepers" are "a bit more involved" in the matter. It can be RPed as us sending a task force to help our faction in training, equipment and in providing their omega defence.
Mosher
Mushroom dad
USA expansion
GenMarshall
Sin'dorei ISB Capt & Ghost Agent
OOC: Wow, people are dropping out already 
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Mathalamus
Emperor of Mathalia
the Roman Empire would like to ensure that the Gibraltar passage is secured for trade and military purposes.
Omega124
Challenging Fate
"I don't get this, Emily"
A tall, ravenette puzzidly stared at the book she was reading, dumbfounded by the contents inside. The large campus of the Marie Curie University, located in the small city of Roche, surrounded her and her more averaged sized, brunette friend. Sitting on a bench underneath a tree, the ravenette could see her friend roll her eyes, even when her face was buried underneath her computer programming and engineering book.
"Do you want to trade books, Charlotte? Maybe this would be easier for you to understand," the brunnette sarcastically replied.
Charlotte Montagne sighed. "I didn't mean it like", she said, "I understand what the author is saying. I just don't understand why she would want to say this!"
The ravenette looked at the cover of her own book; a red cover was dominated by a pink heart, and cursive text confirmed to the reader that it was "The Complete Guide to Romeo and Juliet". In her European literature class, Charlotte was analyzing this "play" written by Shakespeare centuries ago, and while it may have been a good example of the Bard's work, she thought the past is where it should had stayed. She outright scoffed at the idea that this was a love story.
"This isn't love," Charlotte protested, "It's just biological lust. And Juliet is allowing herself to be dominated to a man by her loins."
Emily Lésiane continued to roll her eyes, as if she heard this tirade from her friend multiple times before. Charlotte really liked Emily, but she could be annoyingly dismissive sometimes, like right now.
"Men can't even love anyways. They're just brutes. Love is between two women exclusively, and this glorification of breeding is sick!"
Charlotte was part of an increasing generation of Frenchwomen, often dubbed the Venus Generation, that female superiority up to rejecting their hormones and forsaking heterosexual relationships. They were not biologically lesbians, but would nevertheless advocate that lesbian courtship is the only true love. Even in France they were considered on the fringe, and were pretty much concentrated on the new generation.
Emily sighed in annoyance, not wanting to deal with her friend's ranting, "Not now, please, Charlotte. I need to get this assignment done."
Suddenly, behind the two, a more masculine voice happily greeted, "Hi!"
A small but built redhead male was behind the two as the ladies turned their heads around. While females dominated campus by far in France, seeing men is not a rare sight. However, Charlotte didn't understand why this boy was there, and so giddy to see them. She vaguely recognized him as Guillaume LeBlanc, and he was in some of her classes. Still, they never talked, nor did he ever express any interest in her prior.
"How's it going, Charlotte?", Guillaume innocently asked.
"It's... fine", she replied, not knowing where this was going.
The small man's cheeks started to flare as much as his hair. "So... uh... you like nice today...", he sheepishly said.
Oh goddess, Charlotte moaned in her head, I know where this is going.
"So... um... I was just wond-"
"I'm busy tonight," Charlotte angrily cut off. I do not want to deal with some manpig hitting on me today. Especially when I have homework tonight.
"Oh, ok....," the redhead trailed off dejectedly, "I understand. Maybe tomo-"
The tall woman forcefully responded, "Busy". She could see Emily glaring at her, mouthing a warning to her friend to calm down. Emily always thought she overreacts to everything; this was no exception.
Guillaume sighed, "Is there any day you aren't busy?"
"No," Charlotte retorted, "I'm too busy being wanting to be away from you to want to be near you". With that, her hand clenched into a fist. Wanting to make sure the redhead got the message, she raised her arm, and in one quick motion slammed her first right into Guillaume's nose. He instantly recoiled away, covering his face with his hands, too shocked to formulate any other response. Suddenly, Charlotte could feel a third party grabbing on her collar and pulling her off her seat.
Now that Charlotte was sufficiently pulled away from her victim, Emily's voice accused, "What the hell is your problem today, Charlotte?"
"He didn't get that I wasn't interested," shrugged Charlotte.
"You didn't even say you weren't. You just said you were 'busy' and punched the poor kid, before you even let him speak. You need to go apologize to him right now".
"No. He should apologize for bothering me"
"Are you even listening to yourself? Would you want to be punched in the face just for trying to ask someone out?"
"He deserved it"
---
A black haired woman, older in appearance to the students that surrounded her, kept her hands firmly in her pocket. A sprig of rosemary was firmly placed on her shirt, which was a t-shirt emblazed with a club on it. With a thousand yard stare emitted from her eyes, she knew what would had to be done today. Still, it didn't mean she had to like it.
"Rosemary...," she quietly mumbled to herself, "Isabella... the truth...". She repeated this phrase to herself constantly. No one listened to her, despite the courage it took her to leak. "France isn't Japan or Greece," the average citizen decried, "There's no way France would sponsor a terrorist attack to that magnitude". Yet, to Lucie "Clubs' Bardot, she knew the truth.
Ever since that horrid night during the raid, she had visions. Haunting visions. She could see the face of her now-dead sister, being poisoned and stuffed away by the very same woman Lucie herself killed. She could hear her sister's writhing in agony as her organs started to fail, crying out only one word.
"Why?"
Lucie started to hyperventilate. Just thinking about those dreams made her sick to the stomach. Isabella is right, the disillusioned STD operative conceded to herself, we are just pawns in one big, cruel chessboard. And now, it's my turn to be sacrificed. Maybe then they will finally listen. She took one final deep breath to calm herself, and grabbed a metal object within her pockets.
"I'll see you in heaven, sis," Lucie said to no one in particular. Quickly grabbing the object, she revealed her standard service pistol, loaded to its max in 9mm bullets. Aiming it at the closest student near her, she pulled the trigger, unleashing a cacophony of thunder as the bullet galloped out of the chamber and into the skull of the unsuspecting woman. In less than a second, Lucie's target fell to the ground, dead.
"Un"
Screams started to blanket the entire campus as everyone stared at the crazed madwoman with a gun, smoke trailing off. Like a deer in front of a headlight, no one moved, too shocked at the prospect of a real gunwoman killing real people. It was simply too surreal for them to understand. It, however, was not surreal for Lucie. Moving her arm along, she pointed the gun at the closest nearest person and fired again. And then repeated the process again.
"Deux. Trois."
Pass panic started to break out as everyone dashed away, screaming for their lives. Unaffected, Lucie aimed her gun at the next closest woman, a tall ravenette near what was presumably. They were arguing about something earlier, she could tell, but whatever it was, survival had taken over any other problem. Too bad the tall woman would not survive. However, suddenly, a voice cried out.
"Charlotte, look out!"
Suddenly, a small... man tackled the ravenette as soon as Lucie pulled the trigger. The bullet rode above the two, missing the intended target and instead lodging harmlessly into a nearby tree. The two locked eyes for a split second, until the boy tapped up and sprinted towards the shooter.
And by the goddess, he was fast. With his red hair flying in the air, he charged like a gazelle running for its life. However, instead of running away from his predator, he was running towards it. Lucie fired at him, wanting to deal with him before she could be threatened by him. A string of misses punctuated Lucie's luck, until he was practically on top of her. Firing once more, she hit the fast runner in his gut.
However, even a bullet to his stomach didn't stop him. Acting on instinct alone, he tackled the gunwoman into the ground, yelling in pain the entire time. His hands grabbed her's, and they fought each other for ownership of the pistol. Lucie, while being obviously stronger than the college student, could not completely take control of the gun, and the boy continued to resist.
Then, desperate, the small man flung his cranium at Lucie's head in a last ditch headbutt to gain control. The special ops soldier flinched, and the redhead seized the gun in her confusion. Lucie looked up to him, and she could see the gun pointed at her head. It was the last thing she ever saw.
---
Charlotte and Emily ran up to to the site of the melee, and saw Guillaume still pointing the madwoman's pistol at her temple. A bullet hole lined up perfectly, and it was clear to anyone that the shooter war dead. The redhead was, and heavy breaths punctuated every agonizing second.
Suddenly, one of his hands clasped his stomach. Blood was pouring out of the wound, and his breathing became more erratic. "I'm sorry," he ruefully said, "if I bothered you two". Suddenly, breathing stopped, and he fell over like a freshly cut tree.
Emily quickly rushed over to the fallen redhead, screaming. Charlotte ran over to help assist her friend. The brunette checked for a pulse, and, almost as if it was a divine intervention, she was answered with one. "Oh goddess," Emily said, "He's still alive. But I don't know if he will be for long."
Charlotte just stood there, not knowing what to take in. The man she just punched in the face a few minutes ago just saved her life. Not only that, but he almost, and might still, gave his own up for everyone else's. The same man she thought deserved to get smacked just for a simple crush. I'm a horrible person, she resigned for herself.
As Emily started to perform CPR on the unconscious man, the ravenette pulled out her cellphone and called for the paramedics. After she was certain that the proper help was coming, she immediately got off the phone and turned to Emily.
"I'm so sorry", Charlotte admitted.
Emily seemed uninterested in the apology, too busy worrying about the condition of Guillaume. "Just help me clear the area out, please. That's all I want."
Charlotte nodded, and started to drag the dead woman away from Emily and Guillaume. As she struggled to carry the person, she noticed an object fall out of her pocket. The ravenette reached out for it. To her surprise, the loose object was nothing other thank a playing card, with a blood-red back being eerily too appropriate to the massacre that just happened. Her interest peaked, Charlotte flipped the card around, revealing a single club with two black As flanking opposite corners. However, that was not what first captured her attention. The dried blood that wrote out a cryptic message jumped out immediate.
"NOW YOU BELIEVE ME?
ROSEMARY WAS AN INSIDE JOB
64 SOLDAT STREET
LET THE TRUTH BE KNOWN"
A tall, ravenette puzzidly stared at the book she was reading, dumbfounded by the contents inside. The large campus of the Marie Curie University, located in the small city of Roche, surrounded her and her more averaged sized, brunette friend. Sitting on a bench underneath a tree, the ravenette could see her friend roll her eyes, even when her face was buried underneath her computer programming and engineering book.
"Do you want to trade books, Charlotte? Maybe this would be easier for you to understand," the brunnette sarcastically replied.
Charlotte Montagne sighed. "I didn't mean it like", she said, "I understand what the author is saying. I just don't understand why she would want to say this!"
The ravenette looked at the cover of her own book; a red cover was dominated by a pink heart, and cursive text confirmed to the reader that it was "The Complete Guide to Romeo and Juliet". In her European literature class, Charlotte was analyzing this "play" written by Shakespeare centuries ago, and while it may have been a good example of the Bard's work, she thought the past is where it should had stayed. She outright scoffed at the idea that this was a love story.
"This isn't love," Charlotte protested, "It's just biological lust. And Juliet is allowing herself to be dominated to a man by her loins."
Emily Lésiane continued to roll her eyes, as if she heard this tirade from her friend multiple times before. Charlotte really liked Emily, but she could be annoyingly dismissive sometimes, like right now.
"Men can't even love anyways. They're just brutes. Love is between two women exclusively, and this glorification of breeding is sick!"
Charlotte was part of an increasing generation of Frenchwomen, often dubbed the Venus Generation, that female superiority up to rejecting their hormones and forsaking heterosexual relationships. They were not biologically lesbians, but would nevertheless advocate that lesbian courtship is the only true love. Even in France they were considered on the fringe, and were pretty much concentrated on the new generation.
Emily sighed in annoyance, not wanting to deal with her friend's ranting, "Not now, please, Charlotte. I need to get this assignment done."
Suddenly, behind the two, a more masculine voice happily greeted, "Hi!"
A small but built redhead male was behind the two as the ladies turned their heads around. While females dominated campus by far in France, seeing men is not a rare sight. However, Charlotte didn't understand why this boy was there, and so giddy to see them. She vaguely recognized him as Guillaume LeBlanc, and he was in some of her classes. Still, they never talked, nor did he ever express any interest in her prior.
"How's it going, Charlotte?", Guillaume innocently asked.
"It's... fine", she replied, not knowing where this was going.
The small man's cheeks started to flare as much as his hair. "So... uh... you like nice today...", he sheepishly said.
Oh goddess, Charlotte moaned in her head, I know where this is going.
"So... um... I was just wond-"
"I'm busy tonight," Charlotte angrily cut off. I do not want to deal with some manpig hitting on me today. Especially when I have homework tonight.
"Oh, ok....," the redhead trailed off dejectedly, "I understand. Maybe tomo-"
The tall woman forcefully responded, "Busy". She could see Emily glaring at her, mouthing a warning to her friend to calm down. Emily always thought she overreacts to everything; this was no exception.
Guillaume sighed, "Is there any day you aren't busy?"
"No," Charlotte retorted, "I'm too busy being wanting to be away from you to want to be near you". With that, her hand clenched into a fist. Wanting to make sure the redhead got the message, she raised her arm, and in one quick motion slammed her first right into Guillaume's nose. He instantly recoiled away, covering his face with his hands, too shocked to formulate any other response. Suddenly, Charlotte could feel a third party grabbing on her collar and pulling her off her seat.
Now that Charlotte was sufficiently pulled away from her victim, Emily's voice accused, "What the hell is your problem today, Charlotte?"
"He didn't get that I wasn't interested," shrugged Charlotte.
"You didn't even say you weren't. You just said you were 'busy' and punched the poor kid, before you even let him speak. You need to go apologize to him right now".
"No. He should apologize for bothering me"
"Are you even listening to yourself? Would you want to be punched in the face just for trying to ask someone out?"
"He deserved it"
---
A black haired woman, older in appearance to the students that surrounded her, kept her hands firmly in her pocket. A sprig of rosemary was firmly placed on her shirt, which was a t-shirt emblazed with a club on it. With a thousand yard stare emitted from her eyes, she knew what would had to be done today. Still, it didn't mean she had to like it.
"Rosemary...," she quietly mumbled to herself, "Isabella... the truth...". She repeated this phrase to herself constantly. No one listened to her, despite the courage it took her to leak. "France isn't Japan or Greece," the average citizen decried, "There's no way France would sponsor a terrorist attack to that magnitude". Yet, to Lucie "Clubs' Bardot, she knew the truth.
Ever since that horrid night during the raid, she had visions. Haunting visions. She could see the face of her now-dead sister, being poisoned and stuffed away by the very same woman Lucie herself killed. She could hear her sister's writhing in agony as her organs started to fail, crying out only one word.
"Why?"
Lucie started to hyperventilate. Just thinking about those dreams made her sick to the stomach. Isabella is right, the disillusioned STD operative conceded to herself, we are just pawns in one big, cruel chessboard. And now, it's my turn to be sacrificed. Maybe then they will finally listen. She took one final deep breath to calm herself, and grabbed a metal object within her pockets.
"I'll see you in heaven, sis," Lucie said to no one in particular. Quickly grabbing the object, she revealed her standard service pistol, loaded to its max in 9mm bullets. Aiming it at the closest student near her, she pulled the trigger, unleashing a cacophony of thunder as the bullet galloped out of the chamber and into the skull of the unsuspecting woman. In less than a second, Lucie's target fell to the ground, dead.
"Un"
Screams started to blanket the entire campus as everyone stared at the crazed madwoman with a gun, smoke trailing off. Like a deer in front of a headlight, no one moved, too shocked at the prospect of a real gunwoman killing real people. It was simply too surreal for them to understand. It, however, was not surreal for Lucie. Moving her arm along, she pointed the gun at the closest nearest person and fired again. And then repeated the process again.
"Deux. Trois."
Pass panic started to break out as everyone dashed away, screaming for their lives. Unaffected, Lucie aimed her gun at the next closest woman, a tall ravenette near what was presumably. They were arguing about something earlier, she could tell, but whatever it was, survival had taken over any other problem. Too bad the tall woman would not survive. However, suddenly, a voice cried out.
"Charlotte, look out!"
Suddenly, a small... man tackled the ravenette as soon as Lucie pulled the trigger. The bullet rode above the two, missing the intended target and instead lodging harmlessly into a nearby tree. The two locked eyes for a split second, until the boy tapped up and sprinted towards the shooter.
And by the goddess, he was fast. With his red hair flying in the air, he charged like a gazelle running for its life. However, instead of running away from his predator, he was running towards it. Lucie fired at him, wanting to deal with him before she could be threatened by him. A string of misses punctuated Lucie's luck, until he was practically on top of her. Firing once more, she hit the fast runner in his gut.
However, even a bullet to his stomach didn't stop him. Acting on instinct alone, he tackled the gunwoman into the ground, yelling in pain the entire time. His hands grabbed her's, and they fought each other for ownership of the pistol. Lucie, while being obviously stronger than the college student, could not completely take control of the gun, and the boy continued to resist.
Then, desperate, the small man flung his cranium at Lucie's head in a last ditch headbutt to gain control. The special ops soldier flinched, and the redhead seized the gun in her confusion. Lucie looked up to him, and she could see the gun pointed at her head. It was the last thing she ever saw.
---
Charlotte and Emily ran up to to the site of the melee, and saw Guillaume still pointing the madwoman's pistol at her temple. A bullet hole lined up perfectly, and it was clear to anyone that the shooter war dead. The redhead was, and heavy breaths punctuated every agonizing second.
Suddenly, one of his hands clasped his stomach. Blood was pouring out of the wound, and his breathing became more erratic. "I'm sorry," he ruefully said, "if I bothered you two". Suddenly, breathing stopped, and he fell over like a freshly cut tree.
Emily quickly rushed over to the fallen redhead, screaming. Charlotte ran over to help assist her friend. The brunette checked for a pulse, and, almost as if it was a divine intervention, she was answered with one. "Oh goddess," Emily said, "He's still alive. But I don't know if he will be for long."
Charlotte just stood there, not knowing what to take in. The man she just punched in the face a few minutes ago just saved her life. Not only that, but he almost, and might still, gave his own up for everyone else's. The same man she thought deserved to get smacked just for a simple crush. I'm a horrible person, she resigned for herself.
As Emily started to perform CPR on the unconscious man, the ravenette pulled out her cellphone and called for the paramedics. After she was certain that the proper help was coming, she immediately got off the phone and turned to Emily.
"I'm so sorry", Charlotte admitted.
Emily seemed uninterested in the apology, too busy worrying about the condition of Guillaume. "Just help me clear the area out, please. That's all I want."
Charlotte nodded, and started to drag the dead woman away from Emily and Guillaume. As she struggled to carry the person, she noticed an object fall out of her pocket. The ravenette reached out for it. To her surprise, the loose object was nothing other thank a playing card, with a blood-red back being eerily too appropriate to the massacre that just happened. Her interest peaked, Charlotte flipped the card around, revealing a single club with two black As flanking opposite corners. However, that was not what first captured her attention. The dried blood that wrote out a cryptic message jumped out immediate.
"NOW YOU BELIEVE ME?
ROSEMARY WAS AN INSIDE JOB
64 SOLDAT STREET
LET THE TRUTH BE KNOWN"
Spoiler OOC :
DroopyTofu
Double Bass Double Bass
Spoiler :
I'm calling it now though, the government frames William for the shooting. Dirty French. 
Thorvald of Lym
A Little Sketchy
Really, guys? Turn's not even done and you're already divvying up Volgostan like a pack of New Imperialists?
Just remember what happened last time...
Just remember what happened last time...
Celticfury is out since Turn 5.
Oh, what's the story behind this'n?
Mathalamus
Emperor of Mathalia
hey, at least we are backing a native faction, not conquering the entire area as early plans suggested. and the Platonic republic is cooperating with us.
honestly, the UAR should be glad we got maturity in our heads.
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