TheLizardKing
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Imago.. Im going to be late on these. Some things came up.. I will get them in as soon as I can though.
INES III: Storm Tapestry
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Giving up on decent stories for this NES- the bar has been set too high.
Circuit
Writing Letters
I really just consider NES stories good practice and good fun for my serious stories. If you're not having fun, you're doing it wrong. I don't even edit my stories. I just write them. Don't try too hard on these.
Eltain
Deity
By the time the knowledge of the Doomsday Bombings of Kuala Lumpur and Tokyo reached the general populace and wide-spread media (such as it was in Siam), the Government had already been evacuated from Bangkok, to a distinctly not-Bangkok like location. Utmost secrecy had been used in transporting the more important members of the government:
Acting Prime Minister-President Yui Mongkut
Acting Vice President Hawa Neturi
Minister of Foreign Affairs Jet Li (no relation)
Minister of Domestic Affairs Kim Son
President of the Parliament of Ministers An Po Hoi
Vice President of the Parliament of Ministers Eduard Hughs
Head of the SEABIG Lee Yun
High Commander of the Military Poi Sun
Acting Secretary of State Dai Fervor
Artist's Rendering.
One small enclave where the parts of the government may be hiding. It is rumored thousands of these exist, and have existed, underground in Siam and now China as well now, as a safe houses from the time of the Holy Empire.
An actual photo shortly after construction of one of the older bunkers the Siamese government has taken shelter in. Pictured are the designers Robert O'Rourke and Patrick Adams, among others. Retrieved from the National Library of Government in downtown Bangkok as it was being moved to a safer location.
OOC: Orders sent. If you didn't receive them I can resend them in 7 hours, but let me know ASAP. After that I'm not reachable til late tuesday night. Damn you life. Cheers.
Acting Prime Minister-President Yui Mongkut
Acting Vice President Hawa Neturi
Minister of Foreign Affairs Jet Li (no relation)
Minister of Domestic Affairs Kim Son
President of the Parliament of Ministers An Po Hoi
Vice President of the Parliament of Ministers Eduard Hughs
Head of the SEABIG Lee Yun
High Commander of the Military Poi Sun
Acting Secretary of State Dai Fervor
One small enclave where the parts of the government may be hiding. It is rumored thousands of these exist, and have existed, underground in Siam and now China as well now, as a safe houses from the time of the Holy Empire.
An actual photo shortly after construction of one of the older bunkers the Siamese government has taken shelter in. Pictured are the designers Robert O'Rourke and Patrick Adams, among others. Retrieved from the National Library of Government in downtown Bangkok as it was being moved to a safer location.
OOC: Orders sent. If you didn't receive them I can resend them in 7 hours, but let me know ASAP. After that I'm not reachable til late tuesday night. Damn you life. Cheers.
Lord of Elves
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Japanese Imperium, and Proletarian Republic of China's, orders sent.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
I apologize in any delays caused by my tech section but I have guests over and writing is difficult when I have to observe the non-optional social norms.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Can't view it due to youtube recognition filters, upload the video to rapidshare or megaupload or something? Oh and I sent the bastards packing, my share has been sent.
Circuit
Writing Letters
I'm just going to throw this out: the fact that the Siamese government is underground or in something blast proof isn't going to save them, assuming my knowledge is correct. The grey goo eats through everything. The only thing saving the Siamese government is the fact that they are hidden.
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
OOC:
The world is hers to rule? Sounds a little presumptive.
The world is hers to rule? Sounds a little presumptive.
Circuit
Writing Letters
Nico Romano’s office was full of packing boxes. The furnishings and the Roman flag were still there, for the tourists that would be coming through, but all that were important security-wise had been packed. Filing cabinets were empty, book cases held only placeholder books, and the computers were merely cardboard.
Seeing as the Consular Palace was going to be a museum now, the United Kingdom of the Atlantic’s flag was not in the office. It looked the same as it had the year before, prior to Rome’s voluntary annexation into the UKA. Nico Romano, of course, was the dominant figure of the palace, since he was the dominant figure of recent Roman history and considered the best Roman consul the Republic had (save for the ancient Romans, who were a totally different consideration). His portrait was mounted on the wall in the office and throughout the neoclassical palace. His Praetorian Guards were still around the palace (though once he moved to Washington the only Guards left in the Consular Palace would be low-ranked incompetents or those on retirement), along the avenues and courts. They still had the distinct Roman look about them.
But the feeling of leaving Rome was still one to get used to for Nico Romano. Behind him, Fiorella Conti was barking orders left and right to ensure an orderly move, while Nico Romano simply wandered through the palace and watched the hustle and bustle swirl around him as the Roman central government prepared to shut down. He felt as if in a dream, that this all was unreal, that he wasn’t really moving from Rome to Washington, that he was still Consul and not Minister of War for the UKA (a title that felt like both a promotion and demotion simultaneously). But that was no longer a reality for him.
Fiorella Conti took a moment to catch up with him. “All the Praetorian Guards are still on board, Nico,” she said.
Nico Romano chuckled. “Queen Cathrine and Prime Minister Blacktyde are not going to like the fact that the Praetorians have sworn allegiance to me and not to them.”
“The ‘Queen’ and the Prime Minister are just going to have to accept that,” Conti said, with a tone to make it sound as if she had said something offensive.
“They have no reason to worry,” Nico Romano said. “I have instilled Roman honor into this society, including the Praetorians and myself. I will not go back on my word.”
“Where you lead, we will follow, Conso… Ministro” she replied.
Minister Romano strode out onto the balcony that overlooked the lawns of the governmental complex, which still had the old, distinct Roman look from the days of Consul Leonardo Costa and the old PRR. The sun was setting behind the palace. The Roman flag flew beneath the flag of the UKA out there. Nico Romano leaned on the railing of the balcony, and looked back to Fiorella Conti. “Ten years ago, I gave my inaugural address,” he said. “I didn’t have these fine lines in my face or these white hairs on my head back then.”
“You’ve been through much, Nico,” she replied. “I’m not exactly the young woman I was then, either.”
“Not as old as I am, though,” he replied. He looked back over the lawns and the scenery. “I had far more fire ten years ago. Took out the decrepit PRR leadership and created a new nation. And I had great dreams for it. You remember after my inaugural address how I said it was all just stronzate? Well, not all of it was. I still wouldn’t have ruled any other nation in the world. And I am proud of the Roman Republic.”
Fiorella Conti came up beside him, looking out over the view of the city, dotted every now and again by anti-aircraft guns. Nico Romano didn’t stop. “And I had great dreams for this nation. More than just the economic development. I wanted to rebuild the old Empire, restore the old Roman glory, recreate the Roman Empire and be its first Emperor. Was I foolish, or what?”
Fiorella Conti shrugged. “You accomplished a lot in ten years. And you haven’t let your people down.”
“I have and I haven’t,” he said. “I haven’t in regards to the annexation. Even with the clones, we can’t take the Ummah on our own. They’ll say I ran away from a fight and accuse me of cowardice, but this really was necessary. But I failed them in that I could have made this nation so much more than it is.”
Fiorella Conti lay her hand, her real hand, on Nico Romano’s. “Because of you, the Romans will be more prosperous than ever. We may now live in Washington, but our hearts will stay here, in the Eternal City.”
Minister of War Nico Romano nodded. “It will shine forever.”
OOC: Goodbye, Roman Republic. I will miss you.
Seeing as the Consular Palace was going to be a museum now, the United Kingdom of the Atlantic’s flag was not in the office. It looked the same as it had the year before, prior to Rome’s voluntary annexation into the UKA. Nico Romano, of course, was the dominant figure of the palace, since he was the dominant figure of recent Roman history and considered the best Roman consul the Republic had (save for the ancient Romans, who were a totally different consideration). His portrait was mounted on the wall in the office and throughout the neoclassical palace. His Praetorian Guards were still around the palace (though once he moved to Washington the only Guards left in the Consular Palace would be low-ranked incompetents or those on retirement), along the avenues and courts. They still had the distinct Roman look about them.
But the feeling of leaving Rome was still one to get used to for Nico Romano. Behind him, Fiorella Conti was barking orders left and right to ensure an orderly move, while Nico Romano simply wandered through the palace and watched the hustle and bustle swirl around him as the Roman central government prepared to shut down. He felt as if in a dream, that this all was unreal, that he wasn’t really moving from Rome to Washington, that he was still Consul and not Minister of War for the UKA (a title that felt like both a promotion and demotion simultaneously). But that was no longer a reality for him.
Fiorella Conti took a moment to catch up with him. “All the Praetorian Guards are still on board, Nico,” she said.
Nico Romano chuckled. “Queen Cathrine and Prime Minister Blacktyde are not going to like the fact that the Praetorians have sworn allegiance to me and not to them.”
“The ‘Queen’ and the Prime Minister are just going to have to accept that,” Conti said, with a tone to make it sound as if she had said something offensive.
“They have no reason to worry,” Nico Romano said. “I have instilled Roman honor into this society, including the Praetorians and myself. I will not go back on my word.”
“Where you lead, we will follow, Conso… Ministro” she replied.
Minister Romano strode out onto the balcony that overlooked the lawns of the governmental complex, which still had the old, distinct Roman look from the days of Consul Leonardo Costa and the old PRR. The sun was setting behind the palace. The Roman flag flew beneath the flag of the UKA out there. Nico Romano leaned on the railing of the balcony, and looked back to Fiorella Conti. “Ten years ago, I gave my inaugural address,” he said. “I didn’t have these fine lines in my face or these white hairs on my head back then.”
“You’ve been through much, Nico,” she replied. “I’m not exactly the young woman I was then, either.”
“Not as old as I am, though,” he replied. He looked back over the lawns and the scenery. “I had far more fire ten years ago. Took out the decrepit PRR leadership and created a new nation. And I had great dreams for it. You remember after my inaugural address how I said it was all just stronzate? Well, not all of it was. I still wouldn’t have ruled any other nation in the world. And I am proud of the Roman Republic.”
Fiorella Conti came up beside him, looking out over the view of the city, dotted every now and again by anti-aircraft guns. Nico Romano didn’t stop. “And I had great dreams for this nation. More than just the economic development. I wanted to rebuild the old Empire, restore the old Roman glory, recreate the Roman Empire and be its first Emperor. Was I foolish, or what?”
Fiorella Conti shrugged. “You accomplished a lot in ten years. And you haven’t let your people down.”
“I have and I haven’t,” he said. “I haven’t in regards to the annexation. Even with the clones, we can’t take the Ummah on our own. They’ll say I ran away from a fight and accuse me of cowardice, but this really was necessary. But I failed them in that I could have made this nation so much more than it is.”
Fiorella Conti lay her hand, her real hand, on Nico Romano’s. “Because of you, the Romans will be more prosperous than ever. We may now live in Washington, but our hearts will stay here, in the Eternal City.”
Minister of War Nico Romano nodded. “It will shine forever.”
OOC: Goodbye, Roman Republic. I will miss you.
Deep in a bunker in an undisclosed location Rafael Navarro sat at his desk looking like a man holding up the world. He had been the top Patagonian general for the past ten years and had handled military affairs well, but now he faced something very different. He was now effectively the leader of Patagonia, something he never planned for.
It all just fell into his lap with no doing on his part, it was the situation that many other generals dream of and betray their countries for. Yet he was uncomfortable with this new role.
He looked from the stack of papers and reports that demanded his attention to his bodyguard Hernando.
"Hernando how many years have you been with me now?"
"Ten years Sir. Ever since you rose to the rank of top general."
"Hmmmm...., where does the time go? In all those years have I ever told you why I joined the military? With my family's connections I could have done anything without the risk that comes with a military life."
"No Sir, you never had."
"It was to protect the Republic. Of course that's what everyone claims when they're asked, but for me its true. Every action I took, all the politicking I had to do, all of it was to put myself in a position where I could best protect the Republic. And now here I am."
"Yes Sir, you are now in the greatest place to protect the Republic."
"Or to destroy it. History is full of what first look like good men put into a position of great power and turn to tyrants."
"I'm sure you will resist the lull of power Sir, you are a great man."
"I'm glad you have confidence in me Hernando, but I do not."
Rafael looked down at his desk and began writing out an order.
"Hernando when or if this war comes to a close and I block any attempts to hand power over to civilian authorities you are to shoot me."
Hernando chuckled, "Very good Sir."
Rafael handed the paper he had been writing to Hernando, "I'm not joking, here are your new orders. If I attempt to block civilian rule after the war, attempt to remove this order, or attempt to dismiss you you are to shoot me and will be free of all consequences."
"Sir?"
"I'm also going to send a recommendation to all other senior staff to make a similar order to their bodyguards. Congratulations Hernando you are now a Guardian of the Republic."
Now Hernando felt uncomfortable...
It all just fell into his lap with no doing on his part, it was the situation that many other generals dream of and betray their countries for. Yet he was uncomfortable with this new role.
He looked from the stack of papers and reports that demanded his attention to his bodyguard Hernando.
"Hernando how many years have you been with me now?"
"Ten years Sir. Ever since you rose to the rank of top general."
"Hmmmm...., where does the time go? In all those years have I ever told you why I joined the military? With my family's connections I could have done anything without the risk that comes with a military life."
"No Sir, you never had."
"It was to protect the Republic. Of course that's what everyone claims when they're asked, but for me its true. Every action I took, all the politicking I had to do, all of it was to put myself in a position where I could best protect the Republic. And now here I am."
"Yes Sir, you are now in the greatest place to protect the Republic."
"Or to destroy it. History is full of what first look like good men put into a position of great power and turn to tyrants."
"I'm sure you will resist the lull of power Sir, you are a great man."
"I'm glad you have confidence in me Hernando, but I do not."
Rafael looked down at his desk and began writing out an order.
"Hernando when or if this war comes to a close and I block any attempts to hand power over to civilian authorities you are to shoot me."
Hernando chuckled, "Very good Sir."
Rafael handed the paper he had been writing to Hernando, "I'm not joking, here are your new orders. If I attempt to block civilian rule after the war, attempt to remove this order, or attempt to dismiss you you are to shoot me and will be free of all consequences."
"Sir?"
"I'm also going to send a recommendation to all other senior staff to make a similar order to their bodyguards. Congratulations Hernando you are now a Guardian of the Republic."
Now Hernando felt uncomfortable...
Lord of Elves
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His Proletarian Majesty Emperor Hiroto Katsuo of the Japanese Imperium is severely disappointed that USACS gets all the credit for genocide of capitalist subversives and destruction of the tyrant's armies. Shameful. 
TheLizardKing
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:O You used my tag line! I made it up for a reason!
Good video Nuke.
I made it up for a reason! Good video Nuke.
