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True algerstonia wrote:

Military Transmission

"Greetings. The Military Junta wants to know why you are building extra security measures around our borders. Emigration is banned and Algerstonia seldom sends troops to our border, so what gives?"

Ministry of Defence, Ciste d'aois, St.Constantine

A young officer sits at his desk next to the double doors that lead to the personal office of Field Marshal Sir Cornelius Haverton who is incharge of the British Bayonet forces along the True algerstonia border. The officers freshly ironed uniform barely moving as he typed away on his keyboard, reading over the recent military review. The room is silent, not even the breath of the Guards who stand at the Field Marshals doors breath can be heard.
Then the hallway is full with clatter as the noise of steel boots on the floor alerts the officer to attention as a Old Corporal hands him a dark brown envelope that is addressed to Sir Haverton. Immediately the young officer knocks on the doors to be given permission to enter which he is quickly given.
Inside the office books and maps line the walls, hiding its colours. In the middle of the room 6 dark wooden seat sit around a circular table with a map of the world spread out across it with small coloured models depicting the alligence of each nation. Beyond the Table lyes a desk covered with papers of logistical information of the reassigned units. Behind the desk with a lit cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other sits Field Marshal Haverton.

The Young officer immediatly stands at attention and begins "Field Marshal Sir! I have been given a envelope that is addressed to you Sir!", The Officer steps forward and hands him the envelope which Haverton opens before giving it back to the young officer orders "Read it", slowly the officer reads to Field Marshal Haverton "From the Nation of True Algerstonia 'Greetings. The Military Junta wants to know why you are building extra security measures around our borders. Emigration is banned and Algerstonia seldom sends troops to our border, so what gives?' that is all" the officer finishes.

Sipping his whiskey Field Marshal Haverton says, "their a joke, don't they think people will try to escape and we have to deal with it, it's bad enough their led by generals instead of a truly magnificent system such as ours or better yet ruled by us, but i digress, war is costly and expensive so get ready to write boy" as the officer quickly grabs a pen and paper before Haverton begins:

"To whoever in True algerstonia this may concern,
I am Field Marshal Sir Cornelius Haverton, Head of the British Bayonet forces along the True algerstonia border and i will be the highest up your demand will go and will answer it as best as i can.
Firstly i see no reason for you to object to the actions of our nation as I was not aware that we needed your approval for our great nation to do what it likes, let alone what it likes within our own border.
Now let me ask you why would we not seek to secure and protect our own nation, from military threats to hostile migration which my nation will not stand for. Especially when you are a military Junta which means that we will not and cannot trust your nation and thus have decided to take matters into our own hands by securing our border and building up its protection, to protect our nation and her people from any possible threat.
Now I will be bringing up another division to the border as of this event.
If you would like to try and make further demands as to why my nation chooses to take the actions it chooses to do, feel free to try and do so!"

-"end it there boy, then send a message to the Emperor Requesting one of the divisions that have recently had many new recruits, we will drill them into the special forces up here and strike fear into those fools across the border"