Confederation of Corrupt DictatorsBoard

1436 AEST
158 "GAMLIN" DISTRICT, VOCRYAE

He climbed. Dirt stained his face. He climbed. Smoke filled his lungs. He climbed. Defiant screams filled the air. They'd done it. They'd done it.

He climbed, and planted the Imperial flag atop the mound of smouldering rubble.

"Vocryae is retaken!!" he cried, tears pouring. "Thou shalt know no fear!!"

Around him, thousands errupted into celebration to create a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. Amidst the carnage, amidst the despair, the faithful had triumphed. The old church bells rung out. Victory was theirs, but she had come at a heavy price.

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1613 AEST
IMPERIAL PALACE, VOCRYAE

Jetta marched through hallway after hallway, breathing fast. In theory, the quicker she delivered this news, the greater her reward. The two bodyguards flanking her struggled to keep pace.

At last she reached the waiting room. A dusty-eyed secretary glanced her over from behind an oak desk. He did not stand. "Colonel. We were not expecting you today."

Jetta nodded impatiently. "Admit me. I bear great news."

The secretary raised an eyebrow but thought better of voicing whatever he was thinking. He gestured towards the room's far end, towards a large iron door and a platoon of soldiers.

When the door swung open, Jetta was disappointed by what she found. A modest room, furnished practically rather than luxuriously. Large, yet barren. Some sofas. A bookshelf. Small slits in the walls for windows. The Imperial Palace's War Room was hardly anything to write home about.

A table dominated the space. The Shadow Emperor was seated at its head, cloaked in black, a glass of blood his drink of choice. Having not appeared in public since the January Revelation, rumour was that His Supreme Majesty's health was more fragile than the Imperial Palace would have the Shadow Cult believe. Beside him sat Ludovic Dirk. Full military dress. Stoney face. Then came Adalberto Fabian. Timid, yet resolved. Manuel Frans. Pensive, with a portly figure that suggested a propensity for drink. And others. Lilmoff Gretch. Havigal Quenn. Xandir Ebbe. The inner circle. The string-pullers. The most powerful faces in the Shadow Cult.

"Colonel Jetta Balmorter of the Imperial Guard," someone announced. At the introduction, everyone grew visibly tense.

"Well?" Dirk demanded.

"Vocryae has been secured," Jetta answered, unable to keep her voice from trembling. "The last of the Traditionalists have been killed or driven from the city. We've won."

Relief flooded the room. Frans put down the pills. "Mother merciful," whispered Fabian.

Jetta watched her emperor. He was still. Silent. Scheming. And at last, when he did speak:

"They will pay."

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1759 AEST
HOUSE OF THE SENATE, IMPERIAL SENATE BUILDING

Elephant Squad looked about in stunned disbelief. The chamber lay desicrated, the podium shattered. Bodies were sprawled everrywhere. Les bent down to the nearest and begun to rummage through it. A blue-suited man. Probably a senatorial staffer. Where did he keep his identification? The pockets were empty...and no lanyard... A faceless casualty of this horrible war. Literally. Where there had once been a face, now there was only scorched flesh.

Les paused. This man's fate had been cruel. His master's, in all probability, had not been cruel enough.

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2120 AEST
IJS VENTRIS, SOUTH JOCOSPITE SEA

"Admiral, there's a transmission coming through the scrambler."

l'Oria pushed his way across the bridge. Sure enough, the decoder was printing something. When it finished, l'Oria snatched it up and read:

Admiral Roussel l'Oria, IJS Ventris,

Vocraye retaken. Move fleet from holding position. Group with R. L. Red alert. Battlestations.

l'Oria didn't know whether to whoop or weep. After a time, he set down the transmission and reached to broadcast ship-wide.

"This is Admiral l'Oria. Orders have finally come from home. Red alert. Battlestations."

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2248 AEST
APARTMENTS OF ADALBERTO FABIAN, IMPERIAL PALACE

"I can't believe he's going to do this," Berty fretted.

"Really?" Ludovic lit a cigar. "I can."

Berty shook his head in despair. He pushed away his sherry.

Manoel frowned. He claimed Berty's sheery for himself, raised it declaratively, and skulled it dry. "Why so sour, Berty? Vocryae is retaken."

He's right. But he's wrong, too. Berty left the others in the lounge and strode into an office. He began punching in codes...codes that would connect him to...

The television on the far wall frizzled into action, producing a familiar figure.

"Dame Anastasia," Berty greeted.

The sweet woman smiled back. "Mr Fabian."

"You have received His Supreme Majesty's instructions?"

"I have." Dame Anastasia held up a folder. "I am executing them as we speak."

Berty swallowed. "Very good."

"Something troubles you, Mr Fabian?"

"No, no. Well, yes. It's just-"

"It's bold." Dame Anastasia's voice suddenly brooked no argument, and in that moment Berty was reminded just how much a political animal she really was. "But our Shadow Emperor is bold also."

Berty said nothing.

"The war is turning, Mr Fabian. With Vocryae retaken, it will not be long before the Traditionalists are defeated. Nations are rallying to the Loyalist cause by the day. And, with His Supreme Majesty's newest plan, we will finally see some decisive action that will end this conflict for good. Soon, none will dare challenge the Shadow Cult."

"I hope so," murmured Berty.

Dame Anastasia smiled. "I know so. Hail the Confederation, Mr Fabian."

Changing Plans

by The Multiversal Federal Empire of MineLegotia and Equestria

Changing Plans
"Fail me once, shame on you, fail me twice, shame on me"

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Snowflake City, The Royal Office 14:34 SEST - 23/4/2389 ALB

"Fellow parliament members, citizens of the Multiversal Empire, citizens of Snowlandia! I come today on behalf of the Progressive States Party to ask you all present a question, for what reason do we continue to fight in the lands of the nation-state known as Jocospor? Despite what you might say, that such a nation-state presents itself as the leader of the Confederation of Corrupt Dictators, why should the Empire fight for them? An emperor so far away, that obviously does not care for each and every citizens of his imperial empire. And only until recently, about several weeks ago, did he reveal who he was. For what reasons did an emperor as him need to hide away? He claims it is because of a medical reason, sure. But if so, why not televised broadcasts, no need to go out into the rays of the sun! An emperor that by definition does not adhere to the Snowlandian doctrine of Harmonic Imperialism? Such an emperor by logic shouldn't be defended..." The words slowly faded away as the PM continued on his speech, Princess-Governor Snowflake I sighed to herself as she took a sip of her dragonfruit juice and took off her headphones. It was iced, and the taste had the benefits of lingering in her mouth for longer than regular foodstuffs should. The little things in life, they were more than enough to keep her personally sane. As she sipped again, the topic soon turned to the administration to respond to the opposition's criticisms. The Jocosphite War was starting to attract opposition from the internal factions of the Empire as a whole. In Royal Snowland, it was unsurprisingly being used as an anti-establishment rallying cry. Why die for Vorcryae? pamfplets and adverts were circulating among the populace. The liberal and democratic portions of the population were pushing for a rejection of the war culturally, not because of the principle of the war, but rather on who they were defending and who they were fighting. The fact they were simultaneously at war and supporting West heisen was seen as a unhonuorable notion, add on top of this unhonorable notion was who they were defending. The dictatorship of Jocospor. Civil opposition was growing, and if nothing was done, this might result in horrible civil strife. Snowflake sighed to herself as she pushed herself up to look at the monitors' screens perched on her desk. A half written public statement on one, the MineLegoEquestrian "Victory Song" playing on another one, and another opened of charts of funny lines that went up and down. She was tired, but by the necessity one of the few alicorns of the Empire, she was to push on in the name of her subjects. She was stronger, more powerful, and more experienced. The whispers of the Kaiser lingered and saith to her, those who have the ability to act have the responsiblity to act. And act she tried to do against the entropy that she was feeling. The Princess-Governor pushed herself other to open another tab, and check her emails. There were several dozen unread as expected, but the one that stood out the most was the one tagged with red. She sighed to herself and craned her neck in preparation for whatever it was. The moment she opened it, she felt herself get disoriented as something broke through her mind, rebuild it before tearing down again and build over it again. After what felt like... infinity, Snowflake pushed her back up properly on the chair. She could feel... something under her skin... figuratively at least. There was another mind in her, manipulating her brain and controlling neurons in order to reorganise her thought process against several memetics. No matter how many times Medical sent such 'anti-memetic threat software' updates, she would never get used to how brute force they were. She sighed to herself as she scrolled past the image Medical used as an embedding tool for the memetics - if you were wondering, it was a photo of some split tea on a lamp - and looked at the actual contents of the message. It was a report detailing recent movements in Jocospor, it seems like the armies managed to finally link up in Emanoelos and the air force was doing work, albeit slowly, against the Traditionalists. But rather the more important bits were several orders that had trickled down from MineLegotian Canterlot. Medical had ordered for the various tools and weaponry for the continuation of the war effort. Notably some designs of anti-air devices, Snowflake noted. "New weapons from the Loureans, additional anti-air weapons are needed. Get your factories on work on them. And that's an order." Medical had written on them. It seemed like the Corporal had already sent the message to the Octavia and by then, to Medical with ease. She sighed, the damn Corporal was more loyal to the MineLegoEquestrian Order more than his homeland it seemed. There was a creaking at the door, and Snowflake leaned forward and looked towards it. She grunted before speaking up, disgruntedly. "Ai! How's there? Open up you NetKasih and come in here!" "Calm your teats, it's just me," The topic of Snowflake's thoughts walked into the room. A stallion, roughly 1.2 meters tall at the withers and moved with the rigidness of a solider yet with hints of a royal upbringing. There was that sway that only the old and experienced could pick up. And for the mare that raised him, she could see her touch all too clearly there. His biege coat was well brush, and his brown mane was nothing but a mass of bushes trying to pull a disguise off. He smiled as he looked at Snowflake. Those similarly magenta tinted irises looked at her with the kind of look that was loaded with various baggages like an IED. Too bad, Snowflake used to defuse IEDs back when she was out in the field with good old Governor. Good times. "So... how were the cigarettes?" Snowflake asked as she silently gestured for him to take a seat before her. The stallion before her raised an eyebrow, seemingly considering whether or not he should broach the question before backing down. "They were good, German-made apparently," Beige Envelope said, leaning back into his seat whilst twirling a cigarette he had pulled out from a pocket. The alicorn before him raised an eyebrow at the sight and made a small grunting noise. Beige sighed before putting it back in. "Fine, fine, no smoking here." "Good, what about the Lourean? I didn't expect exactly a man from the nation best defined as a matriarchy," She said, pushing herself back on her office chair. "Fine man, held himself well," He noted with a shrug. "The Loureans can't intervene in the war because despite our massive payment, they're still not on their feet. "Well keterlaluan if 550 Trillion Bits isn't enough to put them back on their feet," Snowflake said, "The MineLegoEquestrian Debt went up by once and a half! Are the Loureans really that bad at economic planning?" "Probably, they're ship lovers, just like how MineLegoEquestrians love paperwork. They're not gonna sacrifice their boats for a stable budget," Beige said, leaning back with a sigh. "Though they have given information regarding the Jocosphite resistance and their efforts against the West Heisenian soldiers." "Are they following the Insurgent's Clawbook?" Snowflake picked up the cup on her table with a wing. "Pretty much, the Traditionalists are being harassed hard," Beige noted, "It'd be hard to take them out." Snowflake sighed as she got up and walked to the window. In the distance she could hear the small faint sounds of a protest clashing on the streets. Interesting times were a-coming, and they were most likely going to come in the form of the counter culture. A counter culture that appeared every century or so. The leftist counter-culture. It was a cycle in the Empire as a whole. Their culture was strong and so was the social system. Nothing a few mass protests every century would change fundamentally, but change always came. In some form of another which continued impacting the Empire as a whole for another few centuries, with its effects never properly forgotten. With a wave of conservative and hawkish change from the appointment of Medical Atlas, came along the counter culture. As so before, as so today. "You're our representative to the Confederation, kema?" Snowflake said, turning to the younger pony who nodded. "Try your best, see if you can get us more influence." "And for what reason?" Beige asked, leaning forward. "Change... and make sure it sticks in the Confederation. Through our split blood, it shall be." Snowflake said, picking up her cup of dragonfruit juice again. "We've failed once, and we'll make sure we won't fail again. And we're making sure, that we don't fail in making a better Confederation. A Confederation, that's great." For a moment, Beige could see what people often see in his mother. The shining beacon of idealism and optimism that got countries through bad times. The moments in dark hours where everyone looked up to see the leader brandishing a sword telling them to go forward onto the world and not let some small problems get them down. But this was ruined for him when she accidentally dropped her cup of dragonfruit onto her suit. Needless to say, swearing followed.

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Hail the Confederation!

☆MINYAŁĆA ČVERÏ☆
Presented By Alyosha Solkava

It is a monumental and historic day (04/01) for our nation, as today marks the formation of a confederated Union within the region, the founding of the Democratic Union of Socialist Republics (DUSR).

nation=daulmark/detail=factbook/id=1481741

“This new age of national progression will advance our countries past the modern ages and technology, into the future of Socialism!”
-Leonid Boryanski, Inteličja Head of International Security and Political Integrity.

Global attention is being drawn to the Union’s establishment, and possible outcomes for the world’s shaping.

Work Hard For The Benefit Of Our Glorious Nation, Comrades!
Work Twice As Hard Tomorrow Than You Did Today!
♪ national anthem instrumental ♪
Hail the confederation

Jocospor wrote:

1436 AEST
2248 AEST
APARTMENTS OF ADALBERTO FABIAN, IMPERIAL PALACE

"I can't believe he's going to do this," Berty fretted.

"Really?" Ludovic lit a cigar. "I can."

Berty shook his head in despair. He pushed away his sherry.

Manoel frowned. He claimed Berty's sheery for himself, raised it declaratively, and skulled it dry. "Why so sour, Berty? Vocryae is retaken."

He's right. But he's wrong, too. Berty left the others in the lounge and strode into an office. He began punching in codes...codes that would connect him to...

The television on the far wall frizzled into action, producing a familiar figure.

"Dame Anastasia," Berty greeted.

The sweet woman smiled back. "Mr Fabian."

"You have received His Supreme Majesty's instructions?"

"I have." Dame Anastasia held up a folder. "I am executing them as we speak."

Berty swallowed. "Very good."

"Something troubles you, Mr Fabian?"

"No, no. Well, yes. It's just-"

"It's bold." Dame Anastasia's voice suddenly brooked no argument, and in that moment Berty was reminded just how much a political animal she really was. "But our Shadow Emperor is bold also."

Berty said nothing.

"The war is turning, Mr Fabian. With Vocryae retaken, it will not be long before the Traditionalists are defeated. Nations are rallying to the Loyalist cause by the day. And, with His Supreme Majesty's newest plan, we will finally see some decisive action that will end this conflict for good. Soon, none will dare challenge the Shadow Cult."

"I hope so," murmured Berty.

Dame Anastasia smiled. "I know so. Hail the Confederation, Mr Fabian."

Dame Anastasia sits idle at her desk, hearing the momentous cheers outside. Vocryae is back. She sighs, relieved. She was getting cooped up in that bunker for a long time. All important people trapped like that, due to those people. Sickening.

She looks troubled at her computer, where a small box that reads Send is located.

"These will be strange times, she ponders. But how strange can they really be?"

In a show of strength, Anastasia hits send, and waits for a response from her recipient.

Hail the Confederation!

Gurinaria News
Breaking News!
The Dominion of Carakqla has been colonized by the Constitutional Monarchy of Del gurinaria!
The archipelago is about 112,232 sq.km by land, and is currently the only colony of our nation.

Meanwhile, our nation proudly announces that the country now has it's latest plan to reconstruct and rebuild the ruins in the region of Kitagawa. After the Gurinaria Civil War between the rebels and my military, a ton of people evacuated and went to nearby regions. The current population of Kitagawa is now only 25,000 people, when it used to have 1.3 million people.
The capital of Kitagawa, Gorotvar, has 12,000 people, which is very low for a region.
And because of this, around 1,000,000,000 Gurinarian Francs has been given to to the local government of Kitagwa to rebuild the ruins of the region.

Eilesky
Kolnestkoi district
02/04/2021
Building of the party

Still working and supervising everything, Nikolai was in his office, directing his attention to the paperwork when he heard on the door a knock , he put on his best fake smile and authorized the persons to enter, and surprise it was his friends, with a big rectangular box , covered in a colorful paper for gifts, he asked after they entered what was in the box

Guys , I’m curious to know why you entered in my office with this box

Nicky it’s a surprise, you have to guess

Avel, wanted it to be a surprise

I see max , so I’m going to guess to play your game avel

It is an important object ?

No Nicky, guess again

Okay av, so it is an animal

Yes but what kind of animal Nicky

I can hear faint hissing, so it’s a snake

You won your gift Nicky

Oh thank you , I always loved to have a snake

I can open your gift for you Nicky , just close your eyes

It’s so exciting

Said Nikolai , still playing his best role , Now closing his eyes to feel something move on his neck, opening them a few minutes later, he looked at this snake looking at him in return hissing and felt an instant connection with this animal, he had another companion like him now

What a majestic creature , he is big and impressive

When we entered the pet shop , and asked for a snake , he told the story and how this snake acted and he made us think of you

Impressive and majestic , Max ?

Yes impressive and majestic, Nicky

And I bought the terrarium and everything this snake needed Nicky

Oh thank you , now I have realized my dreams to have a snake

Have some alone time with Nicky , we have to go back to our work

Thank you again guys , for the gift

After his friends departure from his office Nikolai was now alone with his snake around his neck, in his office , thinking of all the things he could do with his cold blooded companion, he was going to have a lot of fun, and many plans were being created inside his imagination

Hail the confederation

Dragunovian News Network
"Nathan Mason Tonight - Shogunate Rebellion"

"Good Evening and welcome to Nathan Mason Tonight where we will be updating you regarding the Shogunate Rebellion. We have received word from the Ministry of the Armed Forces that our brave Imperial Army have already begun to occupy the northern regions of Japan abandoned by the retreating Shogunate forces. Our soldiers have been met with cheers by the people formerly under Shogunate control as they've been liberated from the rebels. The Shogunate leaders have been contacted again by Viceroy Lucien asking for their surrender and offer of leniency but rejected it again. With most of the Shogunate Navy sunk yesterday, Tokyo Harbor has been blockaded by the 15th Grand Sea Fleet early this morning, along with several bombing runs by HI&RMS Shield of Dragunovia. For now, the Shogunate forces have entrenched themselves, with Tokyo Metropolis heavily fortified."

"Joining us here tonight is Prince Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte, former Minister of the Interior, welcome Your Highness."

"Thank you for inviting me, Nathan."

"Your Highness, what do you think is the War Council's plan to make the Shogunate surrender without causing too much destruction on Tokyo?"

"Well, Nathan. Several bombing runs have already been conducted for the last 24 hours now, targeting Shogunate outposts on the outskirts of the Prefecture. My brother [The Prime Minister] has already consulted the rest of the War Council on the next course of action. Although we were committed to reduced damages and civilian casualties, it is unavoidable when it is done by our enemy themselves. They conscripted the poor folks and seized their properties. For the group that claims to fight for the Japanese people and an Independent Japan free from us, they're certainly acting on their worst possible way and turning against the people they're supposed to be fighting for. Not the best strategy if your fighting an all powerful Empire."

"Your Highness, after the Viceroy's offer being rejected twice now, would he still continue to offer leniency if they surrender willingly or that is off the table now?"

"Knowing Lucien, he probably thought by now that there's no point in trying to talk to them as they have already chosen death and will fight to the last man. That's probably it. Nothing we can do about that. Now, we're just fighting this rebellion to end the Japanese people's suffering caused by this rebellion and hope for the refugees currently in Korea to be able to come back to their home while we rebuild Japan."

"Very well, Your Highness. Thank you for your time."

"My pleasure, Nathan."

"That's it for now, Folks. Good Evening and God Bless."

Hail Dragunov!
All Hail Dragunovia!
Hail the Confederation!

Daulmark wrote:

☆MINYAŁĆA ČVERÏ☆
Presented By Alyosha Solkava

It is a monumental and historic day (04/01) for our nation, as today marks the formation of a confederated Union within the region, the founding of the Democratic Union of Socialist Republics (DUSR).

nation=daulmark/detail=factbook/id=1481741

“This new age of national progression will advance our countries past the modern ages and technology, into the future of Socialism!”
-Leonid Boryanski, Inteličja Head of International Security and Political Integrity.

Global attention is being drawn to the Union’s establishment, and possible outcomes for the world’s shaping.

Work Hard For The Benefit Of Our Glorious Nation, Comrades!
Work Twice As Hard Tomorrow Than You Did Today!
♪ national anthem instrumental ♪
Hail the confederation

Could i join the pact?
HAIL THE CONFEDERATION

ATTENTION EVERYONE

It has come as a shock to the Lady Overseer, and the Imperial Council as a whole, to see that the Imperial Senate has become desolate. It was tasked to bring about a swift end to this crisis we are in, but has done very little action to do so.

Therefore, His Supreme Majesty and the High-Direktor have issued Directorate Order 11:

Directorate Order 11

by The Shadow Cult of Jocospor

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THE SHADOW CULT OF JOCOSPOR

THE CONFEDERATION OF CORRUPT DICTATORS

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Central Imperial Direktorate. 3-4-2021. Vocryae, Jocospor.

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The Imperial Council,

War ravages our great Confederation.

The disorderly remains of the Imperial Senate disappoint Loyalist supporters across the region.

Forthwith, the Imperial Senate is temporarily dissolved. In its place, Her Imperial Majesty, Empress of India, Queen of the Outlying Islands, Regina of the North, Kaiserin of Prussia, Regina Imperatina Viktoriya IX of The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau is declared 1st Despot of the Confederation, for as long as war persists in the region.

The Despot of the Confederation wields the collective authority of the Government in the Imperial Senate, along with additional emergency powers to be defined circumstantially. The Despot of the Confederation executes the wishes of the Shadow Cult and its Imperial Council.

Notably, executive authority of the Confederation Defense Force is conferred upon the Despot of the Confederation.

The Despot of the Confederation is tasked with bringing swift peace to the Confederation via any means necessary. Following the Traditionalists' surrender, the Despot of the Confederation will retire their office, and the Imperial Senate's authority will be reinstated.

The Shadow Cult is rising,

High-Direktor Adalberto Fabian
Central Imperial Direktorate
The Shadow Cult of Jocospor

on behalf of

HSM Augustin I
Confederation of Corrupt Dictators

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Imperial Offices. Authorised by the Imperial Palace, Jocospor. Copyright 2021.

HAIL THE CONFEDERATION!

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This now brings in the new governmental position of Despot, a powerful force, which utilises all the power of the Imperial Senate, in one efficient position. This new Despot is Viktoriya IX of The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau. By any means necessary, she will end this war, acting under the Imperial Council's will.

Viktoriya IX is to swear the Imperial Oath, and then is authorised to start the end of this conflict.

Hail the Confederation!

Dame Anastasia Clarke HCS
Lady Overseer of the Imperial Senate

The All Seeing Saints foresee a swift end to this ravenous conflict.

Yet still, the flock and Holy Ministry shall continue their prayers on behalf of the loyalist forces.

Blessed are The Saints!

Hail the Confederation!

Magistratum, Tertiary Street 21B.
A Golden Impirial Utopian Ministry of Defense Bureaucrat-Major 2nd degree is walking, contemplating the recent disaster in Tortio. As well as the less recent disaster in Tortio, and the complete disaster that occurred in Tortio. Lots of thoughts about Tortio, come to think about it... His thoughts are rudely interrupted by his government issued phone vibrating, and not just vibrating, but ringing (indicating a very urgent call). He picks it up.
"What is it?"
The voice at of a woman is head on the other side of the line.
"We have to mobilize the army."
"Are you insane? We need those soldiers in Tortio to deal with the-" He lowers his tone and ducks into a Quaternary Street. "To deal with the problem."
"I understand, but failure to mobilize the army will result in an Inquisitional Hearing."
"What? Where exactly are we mobilizing them? Who is ordering this?"
"To Jocospor's defense. Its an order to ALL confederation members, and it comes with the full authority of the council."
There is a long silence.
"Stall them!"
"I can't. We need a good reason to do that."
"WE HAVE A BLOODY GOOD REASON!!!"
"No. The party will not approve making it public."
Another long silence.
"Fine. I will inform the Ministry. Blasted timing though."
He hangs up the phone and puts it into his pocket.
"Now, am I on a Senary Street, or... no, too narrow, must have turned onto a Septenary... Which district even is this?"
He keeps walking and pulls out a map on his phone. He stops abruptly.
"Oh no. I am near the archives. I need to be reaallly careful. I don't want to get lost like my predecessor... and his predecessor..."

Hail the Confederation!

Return of the King
"Greetings nations of the Confederation! I shall keep this short and brief since we're in a state of perpetual combat. I, King Powers have returned from my supposed death to fight for this fantaboulous Confederation. As such, Director A or whoever he was is to get back to work as my brain slave....well not an actual slave but you know what I mean, all the hideous propaganda that he has put up shall be torn down and replaced with me. LOPN activities shall resume under my unwavering leadership and the order to beat up the traditionalists still stands. Finally, all currently deployed troops are to assist in securing Jocospor's capital and then follow any further orders from the newly formed Despot. Through bureaucracy we thrive, Hail the Confederation and the LOPN Latin phrase I forgo-" TRANSMISSION END
Hail the Confederation!

Announcement from the Omsk Treaty Organization

Following the launch of IH #36030421, the Oligarchs have unanimously voted to eject West heisen from OTO and all related organizations. We have had the Union's back throughout their existence, but they have betrayed the Confederation for the last time. This, in my opinion, should of happened ages ago. I am glad that we are now rid of the insurgent filth.

So long, traitor.

Sir Rurik Murmanov, Hand of His Grand Imperial Majesty and Eurasian Representative for OTO

One Empire, One People, One Goal
Hail Eurasia
Hail OTO
Hail the Confederation