Disenfrancised
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OOC: Oh dear, Thlayli...
NES2 VI - Last Semblance of Order.
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Insane_Panda
Deity
Shall this emperor wake up to artillery shells hitting his palace? 
Orders being written.
Orders being written.
Insane_Panda
Deity
****ing christ. IE did it again.
Oh well, I remember much of the orders, so they shall be restarted.
Oh well, I remember much of the orders, so they shall be restarted.
Insane_Panda
Deity
Orders done. They are short, but they shall do what I need to do.
Symphony D.
Deity
OOC: If he hasn't doomed himself to civil war, which such a move would likely cause. Then again, the same thing should've happened to Cleric when he randomly went socialist in StazNESVI while getting crushed militarily, but didn't. 
So we'll see how nice / evil das decides to be. Personally, I hope it's catastrophic. It would complement my plans nicely. 
BTW: Has anyone checked the file folder lately?
So we'll see how nice / evil das decides to be. Personally, I hope it's catastrophic. It would complement my plans nicely. BTW: Has anyone checked the file folder lately?
Symphony D.
Deity
OOC: Actually, I'd say Qing China's is rather worse. In addition to the Qing, to whom most of the officials likely are still loyal (China doesn't historically have short civil wars), as well as the Army (considering there's quite a number of survivors of the dynasty holed up in Jinan) despite what the story says, this Nian Gengyao fellow seems to want to proclaim himself Emperor. Who's to say everybody wants another one?...
However it falls the move will create chaos to some degree and that's all I really care about. I'm not really relying on luck to win this so much anyway.
We'll see with the update.
And it was a right-wing country basically run by a bunch of factional warlords distributed across the country. Shifting to a left-wing centralized socialist government was a pretty huge change. I was really shocked he didn't get screwed as a result. Water under the bridge at any rate.
However it falls the move will create chaos to some degree and that's all I really care about. I'm not really relying on luck to win this so much anyway.
We'll see with the update.And it was a right-wing country basically run by a bunch of factional warlords distributed across the country. Shifting to a left-wing centralized socialist government was a pretty huge change. I was really shocked he didn't get screwed as a result. Water under the bridge at any rate.
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
Swissempire said:
Yes I already sent orders, but I did not invade you, that would be very stupid of me at this point. It was 2 AM yesterday and i was tIrED.
Beer?, you know well by now that i am not a beer person, please take it away. von Dunkelheit told his buttler as he pointed to the red wine bottle down the room. Franz in the other hand drank beer like it was water, and took a lot to get him drunk. Among them was Heidrich Ringel, head of the Sicherheit ministry and Albert Scherer, head of the Finance Ministry. These men were handpicked for their loyalty, but also for the effectiveness on their office.
Gentlemen, i have gathered all of you here to discuss the future of the nation, Germany is very unstable, the people dont have faith on its economy and government, we got these communitalist scums, and ofcourse Germans leaving germany to some other place. In addition to this we have people not happy for the new capital, here in Berlin... they call Berlin barbaric!. Ha!, i shall make Berlin the cultural center of the world if they give me the time....
If they dont, ill have to leave office and let elections get someone else to run the country, but gentlemen, we have gone so far to just give up. Any ideas of what to do?. von Dunkelheit poured a glass of wine and sat down again. There was quiet, people thinked and it was Franz that broke the silence.
Have you ever heard of something called.... "The Glass Account"?, the others looked puzzled, they had on idea what he meant and shook their heads and said no. Franz stood up and walked to a portrait of Iosef von Dunkelheit, he pointed with the hand he held his beer. Before the war with russia started, he had something put away in major banks across the world, these savings accounts would gather interests and would eventually produce a lot of money in a given time. I asked him why, and he said that this money would bring our nation back to its feet after a possibly desastrous war. I now bring this to everyones attention because the money can be retrieved, along with its interests in a couple of months. Frederick had that small hint of a smile, he took another glass of wine. So... who else knows of this 'glass account'? he said. Franz responded that only him and two other men actually knew of it. One was dead during the war and the other was loyal.
Frederick knew this was what he needed, if he could bring stability to the german economy, and give credit to his small administration, he then knew that the people, rich and poor would most likely support him.
Months later the money was retreived and invested in infrastructure, institutions and loans. Many jobs were created. Frederick also used some of the von Dunkelheit fortune in building a mossoleum in Berlin. The body of Iosef was moved there. This was the first great building of marble in the city, but he had plans to build a whole capital around it. He called the leaders of the nation and gathered them there, and with the reminder of the past Grand Chancellor, and with views of a stronger economy and efficient state security, they perhaps were convinced that the government wasnt so bad...
Gentlemen, i have gathered all of you here to discuss the future of the nation, Germany is very unstable, the people dont have faith on its economy and government, we got these communitalist scums, and ofcourse Germans leaving germany to some other place. In addition to this we have people not happy for the new capital, here in Berlin... they call Berlin barbaric!. Ha!, i shall make Berlin the cultural center of the world if they give me the time....
If they dont, ill have to leave office and let elections get someone else to run the country, but gentlemen, we have gone so far to just give up. Any ideas of what to do?. von Dunkelheit poured a glass of wine and sat down again. There was quiet, people thinked and it was Franz that broke the silence.
Have you ever heard of something called.... "The Glass Account"?, the others looked puzzled, they had on idea what he meant and shook their heads and said no. Franz stood up and walked to a portrait of Iosef von Dunkelheit, he pointed with the hand he held his beer. Before the war with russia started, he had something put away in major banks across the world, these savings accounts would gather interests and would eventually produce a lot of money in a given time. I asked him why, and he said that this money would bring our nation back to its feet after a possibly desastrous war. I now bring this to everyones attention because the money can be retrieved, along with its interests in a couple of months. Frederick had that small hint of a smile, he took another glass of wine. So... who else knows of this 'glass account'? he said. Franz responded that only him and two other men actually knew of it. One was dead during the war and the other was loyal.
Frederick knew this was what he needed, if he could bring stability to the german economy, and give credit to his small administration, he then knew that the people, rich and poor would most likely support him.
Months later the money was retreived and invested in infrastructure, institutions and loans. Many jobs were created. Frederick also used some of the von Dunkelheit fortune in building a mossoleum in Berlin. The body of Iosef was moved there. This was the first great building of marble in the city, but he had plans to build a whole capital around it. He called the leaders of the nation and gathered them there, and with the reminder of the past Grand Chancellor, and with views of a stronger economy and efficient state security, they perhaps were convinced that the government wasnt so bad...
Symphony D.
Deity
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BERNADOTTE-VICTORIA RESIDENCE, MINAMI-KU, KYOTO, KYOTO HAN, HONSHU
13:17 LOCAL TIME, JANUARY 9, 1749 AD
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BERNADOTTE-VICTORIA RESIDENCE, MINAMI-KU, KYOTO, KYOTO HAN, HONSHU
13:17 LOCAL TIME, JANUARY 9, 1749 AD
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"TO: Colonel Bernadotte "Pip"
FROM: Shoushou Tendo Soun
DATE: 01/10/49
RE: Visitation of Facilities
I hereby request your presence at the Ezo [1] Training Facility for evaluation and input on our training methods and our newest recruits. After our discussions in Kyoto, I would be grateful to receive your presence here. May your journey be pleasant.
Sincerely,
天道 早雲
Tendo Soun”
Pip reread through the letter, voicing it aloud the second time. Some of the French was rather strangely constructed – it was obviously translated by someone, but that was to be expected. It was also rather curt but from what he could remember of Shoushou Tendo from the meeting, he was not excessively verbose, so it also was not too out of place. Still, it seemed an odd request. He looked up from the letter to Seras and felt an eyebrow twitch. She was wearing a khaki outfit remarkably similar to her own, and had a large canvas duffle bag slung over one shoulder. At her feet was another, presumably for him. He glanced at it, then up to her, feeling an eyebrow twitch at her beaming smile. “And were do you zink you’re going?”
“To Matsumae, of course,” she answered in chipper English. He exhaled and turned the letter around, pointing at the “TO:” line. “Do you zee ‘Victoria Seras’ written here anywhere,” he asked. She shrugged and, gripping the strap of the bag securely, started to walk toward the door – right by Pip. He held an arm out sideways in her path “You know zey don’t think very highly of women, non?”
She glanced to one side at him and shrugged with a smile “May as well get down to changing that then.”
She pushed his arm aside, and before he could say another word she was out the door. With a sigh and a muttered curse, Pip took a few steps forward, picked up the other duffle, and followed her, shutting the door behind him. He knew that Tendo’s hope for a pleasant journey would likely not be fulfilled…
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EZO TRAINING FACILITY, MATSUMAE, MATSUMAE HAN, EZO
09:32 LOCAL TIME, JANUARY 14, 1749 AD
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EZO TRAINING FACILITY, MATSUMAE, MATSUMAE HAN, EZO
09:32 LOCAL TIME, JANUARY 14, 1749 AD
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Pip shivered and pulled his coat tighter around himself as another blast of wind roared across the training ground. Matsumae, for all its position at the southern end of Ezo, was still not a very forgiving place, most especially in the dead of winter. As he shuddered again he snuck a glance over at Seras. She seemed not in the least phased and was watching the various recruits go through their marching drills. Pip followed her gaze and tried to pay attention to get his mind off the cold. Although his Japanese could still not quite be called fluent, he knew more than enough to understand that the Gunsou’s shouts of “Baka” and “Kusoyaro” when a recruit messed up were not kindly suggestions. The expression on his face was more than enough to carry that across clearly, though. After they had gone through perhaps half an hour of drill, Seras turned to him and whispered “Ask him if they’ve learned Self Defense yet.”
Pip raised an eyebrow before clearing his throat and asking the Gunsou the question. His response was to turn and look at the recruits with seeming contempt, before looking back and giving a grudging nod and a “Hai” in response. Seras smiled and clapped her hands together before taking a few steps forward, shouting back to Pip “Tell him to send one at me.”
Pip blinked and raised an outstretched finger in protest “Are you zure you want—“ but was cut off by perhaps the iciest glare he’d ever seen. Twitching an eyebrow at her insistence he relayed the request. The Gunsou was equally shocked and likewise began to protest, but was in turn overridden by Pip – he had been invited here by the Shoushou so he must be of some importance. The Gunsou surveyed the lot behind him and then pointed at a particularly large recruit (for a Japanese, anyway) “Kisama!"
He then turned and swung his finger toward Seras “Batsu!”
The recruit seemed every bit as bewildered at the request, never before having been ordered to do something quite so ridiculous "W-Watashi, Gunsou-sama?!"
But the Gunsou would have none of it, as it wasn’t going to be his head on Shoushou Tendo’s dinner table if the visitors were offended, even if they were gaijin. “Hai, baka!” he commanded. With some reluctance, the trainee glanced at Seras, then to the Gunsou and back. At last he replied “Ossu, Gunsou-sama!” and took a somewhat clumsy attack position, before charging her. She barely moved as he approached, before sliding to one side with a single arm extended, clothes-lining the man and sending him sprawling to her side. A collective shock appeared over the recruits, not to mention the Gunsou. She then took up a defensive position and smirked, waving a hand “Tell him to send all of them.”
Pip started to object again but knowing she was not to be swayed, did as she asked. The Gunsou clenched his jaw in consternation but could not have his teaching dishonored so. At last, he gave the command of “Mina, batsu!
With only a moment’s pause the recruits issued a collective roar of “Hai,” and charged forward. Even if she had laid out Tanaka-san, she was just a woman, and a gaijin at that. Besides, if they didn’t obey, far worse humiliations awaited. The scene quickly turned into an all-out brawl as the group mobbed around Seras, and bodies began going this way and that. After a few minutes they were all on the ground, and she was left rubbing one side of her abdomen, saying “I think one of them got a hit in.”
The Gunsou was speechless at the spectacle of every single one of the fifteen men on the ground, either groaning in pain or knocked out. Pip reached a hand back and brushed it through his hair as this was a rather awkward position to be in. After a few moments silence, Seras spoke up “Ask the Sergeant if he wants to learn how to fight like that and how to teach his men.”
Pip again relayed this. The Gunsou took his time coming out of shock but after a brief moment nodded with certainty and a firm “Hai!”
The pair spent the rest of the better part of the day demonstrating some of the finer points of boxing, savate, and rather strangely, kapu kuialua, and kateda too. For his part, the Gunsou was able to impart a few jujutsu and karate lessons back. As they said their goodbyes for the day and returned to their quarters on the base, Pip found occasion to mutter “Zhow off.”
Seras shrugged and stated “They wanted ‘input’ – if you’re so concerned maybe you should show them a thing or two on the shooting range.”
“Maybe I will,” he countered. Meanwhile, that night in the barracks, there was endless talk of the strange gaijin and the “Oni-chan” that had wiped out a whole section. Many claimed it was nothing but a myth, but the ones from Section 109 were strangely quiet about it. They were noted to be practicing strange new defensive positions and strikes that night, though…
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[1] Hokkaido
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
Swissempire said:
From: Portugal
To: Kanem-Bornu
This treaty sadly does not really satisfy us. Portugal often gets requests from so-called "backward nations" to help them with ecnomic support and education. Although we are allways eager to help a nation to enter the world of civilisation and to leave the hell of savageness (which of course does not apply to your nation), we are not willing to do so without recieving some recognation.
In your treaty Portugal shall assist here, and sponsor there and supervise here, and in return we will sign a mutal trade agreement. Well thats fine, but not fine enough.
We should talk about this more in depth.
AIM : mktossi
tossi
Der kleine Prinz
Francisco de Sousa, the greatest hero of modern Portugal, sat in his rocking chair, overlooking the plantation. After his great victory over the Zulus and his uncountable African advantures, the great explorer had decided to rest for a while. He had build a plantation and now was supervising the fruits of the labour of his workers. When asked by his friends if he wasn't eager to start another expedition into the unexplored hearth of Africa he only replied: "A hard-working man needs some rest. I have seen many places and many people and now I only want to enjoy life at my home."
However in secret de Sousa often thought to leave his peacefull life behind. There was so much to do for Portugal, you could never rest for more then a few moments. And now de Sousa had already rested for years! Maybe it was time to rise again.. He was still young afterall...
But humans are lazy by nature, and a good rocking chair can make a person even lazier.
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The ambassador was not very enthusiastic. It was well known that de Sousa was now a peacefull man, watching over his plantation, supervising the workers... nothing advanturous. Why should such a contended man leave everything behind? Why should he risk everything on a journey to some far away land? Sure, it was anybody else then the King himself asking, but the king was far away.
He walked along the road leading the the mansion where de Sousa was to be found. It was about midday and the sun was burning mercyless. Nobody was working at this time of the day. Everybody was resting. Was this a good time to talk with de Sousa? Perhaps he should coem back later?
No! The matter was of great importence after all. There was no time to loose.
The mansion was in sight now and he could allready see the great hero.
He was sitting in a rocking chair.
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"So you are saying that the King himself wants me in Malaysia?"
"Yes." answered the ambassador. "He thinks that there is anybody else who could do this better. The rebellions are beginning to hurt Portugal. They are destablizing the nation. They must be put down! Afterall you allready have had some experience with such a situation."
"hmm.."
"Well, of course it must be difficult to leave this beautfull mansion back, but.."
"No,no that is not the problem.. I'm jsut wondering which ship could bring me the Malaysia in time for the spring offensives..."
In men like de Sousa a fire burns, which can not be put down. Some people are not made for wasting their lives in rocking stairs, watching over their plantations..
However in secret de Sousa often thought to leave his peacefull life behind. There was so much to do for Portugal, you could never rest for more then a few moments. And now de Sousa had already rested for years! Maybe it was time to rise again.. He was still young afterall...
But humans are lazy by nature, and a good rocking chair can make a person even lazier.
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The ambassador was not very enthusiastic. It was well known that de Sousa was now a peacefull man, watching over his plantation, supervising the workers... nothing advanturous. Why should such a contended man leave everything behind? Why should he risk everything on a journey to some far away land? Sure, it was anybody else then the King himself asking, but the king was far away.
He walked along the road leading the the mansion where de Sousa was to be found. It was about midday and the sun was burning mercyless. Nobody was working at this time of the day. Everybody was resting. Was this a good time to talk with de Sousa? Perhaps he should coem back later?
No! The matter was of great importence after all. There was no time to loose.
The mansion was in sight now and he could allready see the great hero.
He was sitting in a rocking chair.
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"So you are saying that the King himself wants me in Malaysia?"
"Yes." answered the ambassador. "He thinks that there is anybody else who could do this better. The rebellions are beginning to hurt Portugal. They are destablizing the nation. They must be put down! Afterall you allready have had some experience with such a situation."
"hmm.."
"Well, of course it must be difficult to leave this beautfull mansion back, but.."
"No,no that is not the problem.. I'm jsut wondering which ship could bring me the Malaysia in time for the spring offensives..."
In men like de Sousa a fire burns, which can not be put down. Some people are not made for wasting their lives in rocking stairs, watching over their plantations..
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