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Alexi Murmanov sits at his desk, looking over reports. As he was looking over a status report on the Imperial Bureau of Assimilation’s progress in Siberia, the Imperial Director of State Intelligence enters. He salutes, and Alexi gestures to him to sit.
“Commander Pavlovsky, do you have something to report?”
“Yes, Minister. We have discovered a new terrorist organization resisting the ongoing assimilation.”
“The name of this organization?”
“The Eurasian Liberation Movement, Minister.”
“What are their goals? Leadership? Location?”
“They seem to follow an ideology known as Strasserism, a variation of National Socialism. They seem to be led by a council, and there are unconfirmed reports that the New General is on the council. There are reports that remnants of the National State’s forces have also joined, chiefly the last remaining Black Army soldiers. Also from our reports, they are centered within the Malorossiyan and White Ruthenian Governates.”
“This group’s destruction is our top priority. I will report this to His Grand Imperial Majesty. You are dismissed Commander.”
“Thank you sir.”
Pavlovsky rises from his chair, salutes, and leaves. Alexi picks up the phone on his desk, and dials in a number.
“I have an urgent matter for His Grand Imperial Majesty. Inform him the New General has a new army. And we may know where to look.”
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Good evening, Equestria! Only tonight, only here, only now - the exclusive interview with Chief Advisor!
As the oldest TV channel that is currently on air, we were allowed to transmit some highlights of our interview with Chief Advisor two days ahead of anyone else!
This is a shortened version, of course.
(camera zooms in to show chief advisor in a modest overcoat sitting on a chair)
("-" is the interviewer, ""-"" is chief advisor)
"So, to the next question. Several politicians, from the socialist parties mostly, have described your rule as never-ending, while the ministers are being changed every few years. What do you think about that?"
""Well, much of their dismay comes from the fact that they aren't the ones holding this position. (laughs) My title is Chief Advisor, so that means that the Regal Princesses have decided that I'm most suited for a difficult task of assisting them, and the ponies and humans of out nation think so too.""
"Thank you."
- - -
"...so, what do you think about the unfolding situation in Griffonia, the uprising, I mean?"
""You know, I have a joke for that. Two griffons are falling off from the skyscraper. What will fall first?""
"..."
""The crime rate. (laughs) That sums it up. The "rebellion", the one they're promoting to the uneducated masses as a righteous crusade for the general well-being, is just a cover for the expropriation and confiscation of the property belonging to the "enemies of the people". We've all seen that in Russia, in 1917.""
"How long will it take to suppress the rebellion?"
""I think it'll take 6 to 7 weeks, no more. You have to ask the AF's [Ministry of Armed Forces] press service for their opinion, though.""
"Great! The final question: what do you think about the Special Administrative Status? It's often said that it's no different from chattel slavery."
""Exaggeration. The Status is a great way for the enemies of the country - former enemy soldiers, for example, zebras and griffons alike - to repay the people who were affected by their resistance. An appropriate punishment, better than those work camps.""
"So, that's all for today, chief advisor. It was a pleasure talking with you."
""Same, milady. Have a great day.""
"Glory to the Mankind!"
""Glory to the Mankind.""
That's it! The full version of the interview, 45 minutes long, will be shown next Sunday at 7 PM local time. Stay tuned!
Now switching to paid programming.
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Andrew is sitting at his desk. Looking at a map, then at a phone, and finally at a manila folder. Finally, he picks up the phone, dials, and says only five words into it.
"I agree to your terms."
((OOC: He is agreeing to the offer of aid from Regna Loreau.))
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SOUTHERN USEAN RELATIONS CONTINUE TO BLOSSOM WITH DSPR
Following a meeting between General Secretary Dmitri Novikov of the DSPR, and General Djime N’diaye in the Free Democratic Republic of Rwani’s capital city, Zibélé, trade and military negotiations were successful and prosperous as ever. The DSPR have offered Rwani a small but strong military surplus of vehicles and weaponry. Comrade Novikov has announced he will start limiting the DPA’s influence towards western-south Usea in exchange for the east side of Khazhatistan, leaving Talgerria with less Daulmārkian reinforcement. DPA Marshal Artimi Jovančtojčevčki had previously stated that Talgerria was currently nothing more than a “breeding ground for terrorists”, and Novikov sees little point in protecting it so closely, however, keen to avoid repetitions of Marundia, the DPA will keep a close guard on Rwani territory.
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It was not long before the melody of machines echoed with increasing intensity as the trucks drove nearer. The almost fresh air faded as a thick black smog that stretched as far as one could see accumulated. Ahead was an overwhelming congregation: miles upon miles of brutalist living tenements, factories, energy plants, warehouses, and labor camps. Blocks were sectioned off with barbed wire and numbered watchtowers. And throughout the drive all the way to the heart, there was no sign of nature or any feeling of organic life, only the deafening lullaby of machinery and toil.
Sector-21 was merely one among the dozens of province-sized geographical economic production sectors making up the Ogretarian nation, being of the northernmost sectors. What made Sector-21 stand out was its place as the heart of manufacturing and military production, being perhaps the single most industrialized area in the nation. And today, an important conference was being held at the central bureau - the Ogrosplan - of the sector.
After a couple hours of driving, the officials reached the bureau complex. The Sector-21 central bureau, like all of its kind, was a colossus of aggregated brutalist skyscrapers towering over the factories and tenements. The officials hurried to the elevator of the main building to get to the 68th floor, where the conference room was situated and managed to get to the meeting just in time...
"...so these 800 tonnes of steel will be allocated to district 87 to be melted down to bullets and-" the bureaucrat at the center of the meeting room froze upon the sight of the officials who just walked in. The particular insignias on their uniforms indicated they were sent straight from the capital.
"Greetings comrades. We have been dispatched by the orders of the Supreme Leader himself to interfere upon this meeting." The official at the front of his group, which was now standing at the other side of the bureaucrats, monotonously declared.
"A decree directly from the great divine leader? What commands of importance has the holy ogre bestowed upon Sector-21 for the three-year plan?" A bureaucrat next to the center one exclaimed.
The official stared in silence for a moment, before explaining, "The new initiative set out by the great leader involves a radical overhaul of every aspect of production. All workers in the manufacturing of vehicles, weapons and equipment are to have their daily yield of production increased by 50% over the next several weeks. In accordance to such edict, every worker in Sector-21 will be put to ogretime. Production in this sector must also shift towards the newest model of SW-AMP nerve gas chemical warheads."
Everyone in the room nodded, but one bureaucrat to the far-left side of the table simple couldn't shake off a feeling that something was off.
"Would the Supreme Ogrelord, in all his divinity, not simply inform us of this via the telescreen at the front of this room?" The concerned bureaucrat inquired.
"Ah, glad you asked." The dark-suited official pulled out a certain badge from underneath his uniform. Even from afar, all the bureaucrats could see the insignia of the NKVE, much to their fear. "There is one last thing I almost forgot to mention. The initiative requires the overhaul of the central committee leadership. It is all written under article 66."
As if on cue, each of the dark-suited officials pulled out identical semi-automatic pistols.
"Before you rightfully execute us as the great leader wishes," the bureaucrat at the center begged, "could you at least fulfill our signed request for 3,000 tonnes of plutonium to be shipped to our sector's reactors?"
"Duly noted." The officials began firing.
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Since the Shadow Cult's (then-Imperial Empire's) inception more than five years ago, certain feudal practises have been considered fashionable in 
Jocospor. One such tradition is the art of marriage according to status; that is, the quality of one's family is decided by the nobility of one's blood. Given Jocospor's relatively short lifespan, aristocratic eligibility is largely decided by way of wealth and land. While Imperial cities are defined by sprawling skylines and are fraught with overcrowding, the Jocospite countryside retains its historic beauty, and many of the nation's richest have traded grey for green. There is much prestige in owning pastures and crops: whereas farming is seen by some as peasants' work, feeding the ever-growing Jocospite population has proved a lucrative business for the shrewd. High-end families tied to the Jocospite Defense Force and the Central Imperial Direktorate have made sure to cultivate their agrarian status.
Another revitalised tradition is that of a system of peerage. His Supreme Majesty is constitutionally empowered to bestow hereditary titles upon deserving individuals, and may also circumstantially redistribute land. In Jocospor, a person's titles are not used in passing or even during formal address; legally, Sir Adalberto Fabian HCF is, in fact, also the Duke of Belkrat and Baron Forscoe.
A MESSAGE TO ALL CONFEDERATION MEMBER STATES AND EMBASSY REGIONS
Message reads:
The Fabian family is delighted to announce that Sir Adalberto Fabian HCF, 63, will, as High-Direktor of the Confederation and High-Direktor of the Central Imperial Direktorate, and also as Duke of Belkrat and Baron Forscoe, marry former Senator to the Shadow Cult, Lucia d'Mow, 31, at a ceremony to be conducted by His Supreme Majesty Augustín I, Messiah of Umbra, on the nineteenth day of September 2021 in the Imperial Palace, Vocryae, according to the divine laws of the Temple of Umbra.
Representatives from all corners of the Confederation and abroad are invited to attend this auspicious occasion, which will mark the Shadow Cult's official embrace of the Temple of Umbra.
To RSVP to this invitation, please document the intended attendance of all state guests on the Regional Message Board.
The ceremony will be broadcast over Discord.
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Sir. Andrew II Hazelwood HCS will attend the wedding in Jocospor.
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VOCRYAE: The family of Sir Adalberto Fabian HCF has announced that the High-Direktor of the Confederation will marry former Senator Lucia d'Mow.
The couple will be wed at the Imperial Palace, Vocryae, on 19th September 2021 in a ceremony according to the divine philosophies of the Temple of Umbra.
Sir Adalberto, 63, first met Senator d'Mow, 31, in 2020 while d'Mow was still Senator to the Shadow Cult in the Imperial Senate. The two enjoyed a healthy friendship which, in secret, esculated romantically following Sir Adalberto's appointment as High-Direktor of the Confederation. For the last few months, d'Mow has been attending official events with Sir Adalberto, including the recent Fleet Review at Blue Harbour, leading many to speculate on the status of their relationship.
d'Mow was stood down as Senator to the Shadow Cult following revisions to the Imperial Senate Act 2020 which forbade nations on the Imperial Council representing themselves in the Imperial Senate.
Sir Adalberto and d'Mow's union will be conducted by His Supreme Majesty himself in his capacity as Messiah of the Temple of Umbra. The ceremony will also formally signify the Shadow Cult's state-wide embrace of the Temple of Umbra. Many analysts have been alarmed by this move, but the Imperial Central Direktorate issued a statement which assured the Confederation that "this decision was in the region's interest."
"The Temple of Umbra is a superior doctrine of thought that should be encouraged across the Confederation."
Whether steps will be taken to ensure the Temple of Umbra is legally enforced region-wide is, as of now, unclear.
In any case, a general invitation to Sir Adalberto and d'Mow's wedding has been sent to all Confederation member states. A crowd of over four hundred is expected to attend the ceremony itself, with tens of thousands lining Emperor Avenue.
Secretary of the Department of Defense and former President of the Imperial Senate Sir Andrew Hazelwood II HCS of Golden impirial utopia was first to confirm his attendance. It is expected that many other governmental and noteworthy Confederation citizens will journey to Vocryae for the festivities.
A state wedding has never before been conducted in Jocospor. The act of marriage itself is generally prohibited in the Shadow Cult, reserved for only the greatest, most influential Jocospite families.
Some analysts have used the declaration of Sir Adalberto and d'Mow's marriage to draw attention to the eligibility of His Supreme Majesty. Jordaan Augustín I, Emperor of Jocospor and the Confederation of Corrupt Dictators, 64, remains unmarried and without an heir.
The Confederation Bullet anticipates that official declarations will soon be made in regards to the Imperial embrace of the Temple of Umbra.
Authorised by the Ministry of State Broadcasting, Jocospor. Copyright 2021.
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[Press Release from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Committee of Confederation Shenanigans]
Noting Sir Adalberto Fabian and Lucia d'Mow's intent to marry;
Congratulating the couple on their future marriage and matrimony;
The Multiversal Empire and the Commonwealth will hereby send The High Bureaucrat, Sir Dr. Medical Atlas I von Kartogrefi PHD HCS, to attend the wedding.
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Your ceremony will be attended by:1 individual
Named Artur Becker, Status Foreign Envoy #376
This message will now end.
*Bzzt*
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"Adventures in Drenes"
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Air Force Colonel Daniel Waters sat in the penthouse of a luxurious casino in Drenes. It was nearing midnight. He wasn't really supposed to leave Military Sector North in the fears of an assassination, bombing or other emergency, though as he saw it, no-one could sit in one area for so long and not go mad. He had spent the night with a few other of the officers in the detachment. He would also go mad if he sat in this room any longer, so it was time to head back up to the base.
He took a quick elevator ride down to the lobby. There, waiting for him, was General Ralph Slater, an ancient man who had earned his rank however many years ago. He was alerted to Waters presence by the elevator ding. "Ah, there you are. I've got some news that I need to discuss with you in the car."
Waters sighed but walked over to him. "What is it this time? Another shipment of AGG-10's that we have no use for?"
"No, no, no." The sliding door at the front of the lobby opened. A cold breeze entered the building. A Titran XLS armoured SUV was waiting for them. "Much more important this time."
Waters opened the door and sat down on the nice leather seats. He closed the door before looking over at Slater. "What is it, then?"
"You'll be happy to hear this. We are at full operational capacity tomorrow. Your group will finally have something to do," Slater told him, doing some stupid hand gestures at the same time. The XLS started driving off, leaving the casino behind.
"You were right in saying I'd be happy to hear it. Finally gives me something to do," Waters joked. "But why were we told this late?" He glanced down at his watch. "23:34? And it's tomorrow? I mean, like, seriously?"
"Don't blame me, Waters."
"I'm not blaming you. I'm asking wh-"
"Does it really matter? Just make sure your unit is ready to go tomorrow." Slater ordered. "You'll have an objective by the end of the week."
Waters sighed, again. "Fine." They were now on the way to Creford, from where they would head to Military Sector North. "How's the situation in Kyrate? Or any other news?"
"Nothing has changed on the Kyratean front. Some more guerilla fighting, blah blah blah. Same story as it was a month ago." Slater paused. "I do think there is a wedding in Jocospor."
"Ooh, wow, another wedding. I wouldn't be surprised if the person we send to it doesn't return."
"Are you saying it's dangerous?"
"Well, erm... all these terrorist groups, warlords, maniacs - you get what I'm saying? I'm certain something could go down if there's not enough security."
"There will be enough security. Someone from every country in the Confederation will be attending, for the Empire's sake!"
"Calm down, General. I didn't mean it like that.." Waters turned his view from Slater to his window. "I just have my concerns.."
There are two major cities and 4 minor cities on the island. The capital of Minoria is Rahdiff, which is its second largest city. Qrakmond, with a population of 91,720, is Minoria's largest city and trade hub. A large civilian trade port brings in 98% of the island's imports and sends out 100% of the island's exports.
Qrakmond is the island's largest city with a population of 91,720. It is home to a large port and the city sees a lot of traffic going in and out every day. It is split in half by the Qrak river which connects into the Mond lake, both of which combine to give the city its name.
Rahdiff is the capital of Minoria and the island's second largest city, with a population of 67,970. A beautiful parliament building built in 1936 is the standout attraction in the city, although a large water park sits on the edge of the city. An airport is located to the city's south.
Drenes is dubbed the night-time capital of the city. A large number of recreational buildings and activities are here. The city is known for its large casinos which are nicknamed the "wage-drainers". To the north of Drenes is the M2 motorway, which is the busiest in the country as people and commerce travel between Qrakmond and Rahdiff, filling the road at both day and night.
Doln is known for its beautiful architecture and is where most tourists come to stay. The Sapphire is the island's only 5-star hotel, with stunning views although rooms are a hefty price. Floating restaurants crowd the Doln river, but if you want a quicker meal there are dozens of fish and chip shops near the beach.
Cram is a small fishing village with a population that barely reaches into the tens of thousands. A mix of tiny two-person boats to massive fishing trawlers scramble out of Cram's port every day in a race to get to where the fish are at.
Creford was the original landing spot for the Usean explorers in 1679. Dangerous wildlife had pushed the explorers down south to where Rahdiff is now. In 1691, the explorers decided to fight back against the wildlife and eradicated them off of the island. A monument dedicated to this event is in Creford and lights up at night.
A large area of the island was made into a "no-go zone" after the Empire of Tertania issued an ultimatum which went along the lines of "accept or face certain doom." A large Tertanian Air Force detachment is stationed in Military Sector North, and planes, ships and vehicles can be seen roaming around and leaving the area at all times of the day. On their off-time, groups of Tertanian soldiers usually head down to Doln or Drenes and are a nuisance to the local population.
The population's opinion on the Tertanian military prescence has been voiced in the form of several protests, although no action has been taken by the Minorian government to rid their island of the foreign army. It is rumoured that the Minorian government is being pressured to hand over total control of the island to the Tertanians, although nothing is final yet.
On 26 August 2022, the island was seized by Regna Loureau as part of the MSF999-Armistice war.
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The Empire of Tertania is glad to announce that Senator Edan Guthrie will be attending the wedding in Jocospor. It is hoped that the event will go smoothly. While President Maxwell is unable to attend the event, he wishes the couple well.
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The village was calm, the traders sold their watermelons and their tobacco quietly. Children were playing in the empty street.
Suddenly, 4 armored cars appeared at full speed, rushing towards the village square. The children returned to their mothers and the traders closed their stores or hastily tidied up. Armored cars stopped in front of a house. Machine guns pointed at the windows.
A muscular, gorilla-like man, beret on his head and sunglasses stepped out of one of the vehicles with his automatic rifle. He shouted in a loud voice:
"Vamos! We clean everything, shoot on sight, you in the backyard, you stay here and the others follow me."
Heavily armed paramilitary soldiers followed the man. Three soldiers smashed down the fragile wooden door and went inside. Shots were fired.
About 14 minutes later, the colonel and his men brought out three bloody men, while some soldiers poured gasoline into the building.
Colonel Juan lined up the men with their backs to the wall and followed by his men aimed his rifle at the men.
"You, who supplied you with weapons?"
The bruised man was bleeding profusely from one leg but stood with dignity. He replied in a deep voice:
"Death to Guillermo the-"
A volley pierced his body and he fell face down on the ground. Juan approached the second man and asked him:
"Do you want to end up like your buddy? So you'll answer me and we'll take you to a doctor. No harm will be done to you. Come on and answer."
The man replied :
"It's .. It's Bertino Gochela, he lives in Esperanzia"
Juan smiled and gently patted his cheek.
"See? It was not difficult ..."
He walked over to one of the armored cars and nodded at the gaze of the paramilitary captain. They fired. The two men slowly collapsed. The soldiers fired again on the bodies while the other soldiers threw a match in the house. The fire instantly set the building ablaze. The soldiers got back into their respective vehicles and left the village noisily.
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Two CUFAFEDI scientists round a corner, focused on the viewpad they are holding. So focused, in fact, that they don't notice the one-armed man until he pushes them aside with his metal hand. Still stumbling from the shove, the officers then see two men dressed in black, one missing a hand, the other scuttling along the ceiling. They pursue their quarry around the corner and almost smash into a rapidly closing door. As the two Kempetai officers frantically try to disable the lock, the footsteps of the first man can be heard rapidly fading. One scientist picks up the viewpad, which he must have dropped, and glances at his companion. They both quietly slip into a nearby hallway, as the door is forced open by an officer's bare hands.
All of the vehicles on the CUFAFEDI's private airstrip were standard military issue, slightly modified for the more specialized needs of intelligence operatives. All except one. The sleek black craft looked like a cross between a DRAGON and a stealth bomber, and its grey segmented hull glinted in the afternoon sun. Its powerful jets idled softly, showing that whoever owned it was above fuel consumption regulations. It wasn't hard to deduce who it belonged to.
Michael Grayling was sitting in the pilot's chair, idly flipping a pencil. Then he heard an ear-killing screech as the pressure door was peeled from its posts. The man responsible was standing in the doorway, his one arm already reaching towards Mike.
"Whoah, whoah, hold it, mate. I don't know what you want, but I'm just the pilot!"
The man stopped, and glanced towards the console, realizing all of the readouts were in Japanese. He looked back at Mike.
"You can read this?"
Mike saw his chance and took it.
"Sure can, mate, I'm probably the only person in this country who knows how to fly this bird. It takes years to grasp even the basics."
"I suspect that it would take considerably less time for me to learn. However, seeing as I have no time, set a course for Adak Island."
Mike nods, not bothering to ask what the man wanted with an abandoned military base.
"Faster."
He glances up and sees the man glaring at two figures running across the strip.
"Oh yeah, they'll be pissed that you took their bird. Of course, it looks like they're already pretty pissed."
"Just fly."
"On it."
Mike twists a knob until it clicks, and the jets roar to life. As the transport rises, MIke turns around.
"Welcome to the Mitsubishi A12 Dragonfly. Powered by quad Nakajima Sakea jet engines, this bird has enough power to pull a small cruiser. Alternatively, if you don't need to haul anything, it can go really, really fast."
As Mike finished, the Dragonfly finally rose above the hangars surrounding the airstrip, and the jets fully opened. Mike hear a violent screech as the one-armed man's fingers tore through the metal inner hull as he struggled to remain standing under the intense acceleration. Mike himself was pressed into his seat. Then they were at cruising speed, and the extreme forces eased off. Mike leaned forward and confirmed that the computer had set everything correctly, then spun his chair around.
"Quite the ride, huh, mate? I figured you wanted the rapid exit package, so I exceeded a couple of safety recommendations."
Giving no response other than a grunt, the man sat down in the co-pilot's chair. Mike turned back around, checked a readout, then looked back at the man.
"You got a name, mate?"
"You haven't told me your own."
"Ah, that's a bit rude of me. I'm Mike."
"Alex."
All the world under one roof.
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The DSPR will be sending representative in-absence Branik Wolinski to attend the wedding, and Premier Novikov sends his highest regards to the couple.
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"First off, I shall be sending Gregorio De Marco, Director of Diplomacy, to attend the momentous occasion of the esteemed High-Direktor's wedding in Jocospor. Director De Marco shall be accompanied by businessman Vincenzo Borrelli, who is being specially deputized as a diplomatic officer of the New State for this particular function.
In addition, I am proud to present the Work Production Programme's featured artwork for this week: the submission of 
The Usean 999 Combine of Feuraxia for the aborted banner contest from a few months back, used with the approval of both Feuraxia and the Imperial Council! (Not that it's copyrighted or anything.)"
- Sir Andreas Bombardone HCS, President of the Imperial Senate
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=== Notice to All Member Nations of the Confederation with Regards to the Ongoing Civil War in Golden impirial utopia ===
The nation of the Golden Impirial Utopia has collapsed into a state of civil war between the three factions, the Nobility, representing the legitimate Government of the nation of the Golden Impirial Utopia, the Army, constituting the Armed Forces of the Golden Impirial Utopia, and Communist insurgents who ignited the conflict and have in the past, launched a number of terrorist attacks against the legitimate government. The Government of 
The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau formally recognises the Noble faction as the sole legitimate Government of the nation of Golden impirial utopia, and as of the writing of this message, has dispatched a Pacification force to the region in order to aid the legitimate government of the Golden impirial utopia in its fight.
The Government of The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau issues a reccomendation and a stern warning to all other parties in the Confederation to aid the legitimate Government of the Golden impirial utopia in their fight, and to, by no means and for no reason, support the illegitimate communist insurgents in the Golden impirial utopia, and the Government of The Imperial Federation of Regna Loreau is prepared to impose economic sanctions or worse upon nations who fail to comply with this.
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Her Imperial Highness, Regina Imperitina Viktoriya IX, formally congratulates High-Direktor Sir Adalberto Fabian HCF on his upcoming wedding. Her Imperial Highness, Crown Princess Kristina Mountbatten and her escort, Livgardet Lieutenant-Colonel Tiina-Meri Valkama, will be in attendance on behalf of the Imperial Queendom, all circumstances and arrangements permitting.
Hail the Confederation
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