Domingo the Honored

The Order of the Black Rose is very heavy medieval RP. Most of their stuff is IC, even on here.

Maksim felt no better or more assured, but he thanked her sincerely for her kind words. It was an unfortunate rarity to find someone so forgiving and strong in times of weakness. He appreciated her presence in this terrible situation. "I will help you in any legal matters to bring him to justice, and I trust you. I only ask that you allow me, to the best of your ability, to avoid penalty or punishment. I simply want to return and attend to my duties as if this had never happened, whenever this mess concludes. As for evidence, grab a copy of one of the older Cyrantian tribunes. Every citizen and paper in this nation speculated and believed that he was planning something. As for direct, physical evidence, you and I should search his office. It's where he keeps much of what he's been up to." Bazhenov chuckled genuinely at her little hyperbolic joke. Laughter always made him calm down and he enjoyed that kind of humor. "Where he is, I don't know. I suppose he may be in his office or somewhere else in the Chancellor's Building in Xavier, where I am. He also maintains at least two homes in the nation. One is in the center of Xavier, and the other is in the countryside very near where your station lies. I believe he'll be at one of those three places, but realistically he could be anywhere. He's wealthy, high-ranking, well-connected, and has a reason to be hiding or on the run. We can only hope he hasn't crossed one of the borders. All I can tell you is that wherever he may be I will aid you in finding and bringing him to justice. We will save this nation from him and his actions."

Maksim had always known he sounded a bit like Mikhail, and this was no exception. From the tone in her voice and her choice of words she sounded as if she thought she was talking with him rather than Bazhenov. The first few times people got them confused over the phone he had shrugged it off, but a situation this dire really drew his attention to it. He never much thought he and Zherdev had similar voices, but supposed that was up to the listener rather than the speaker. "Ms. Revnika, I fear you may have your ministers confused. This is Maksim Bazhenov, High Chancellor of Internal Affairs, not Mikhail Zherdev. Forgive me if you knew that already, but people do mistake us often enough for it to be mentioned. I am indeed calling regarding your actions, but I believe it's for a different reason than you think. It shames me to say, but I believe this plan of mine to coup Aleksandrov and Garin was a rash decision and a total mistake. I believe they are very weak leaders but democratic process and the will of the people must forever triumph. It was not necessary for me to attempt to overthrow them, I should have turned to the nation to make that decision." Bazhenov sighed deeply aloud. He felt very shameful as it was and had already said so. Expressing it to this woman, who clearly cared just as much about the nation as he, would cause no harm. "Perhaps had it just been I who made this mistake, it could be rectified with no incident. However, I have made the fatal error of involving Mikhail Zherdev, the High Chancellor of Defense, who I'm sure you've become quite acquainted with. General, I am sorrowful and repentant concerning my recent plans and actions, which you must understand were intended for the greater good of the nation. He is not, Madame General, not even slightly. Mikhail and I have been friends for a long time, and I know a lot about him. He is nothing short of brilliant, but he is also nearly evil, a possible sociopath. If he wants something, he will stop at nothing to get it." Maksim felt like tearing up, talking in such a way about his old friend. It was necessary, though, and he regained his composure. If he was going to undo the terrible damage he'd instigated, it must be done. "What I am getting at is that Zherdev wants to be the leader of the nation. That's all he wants, what he's been planning to try far longer than this rebellion I started. It's not for the greater good or for his love of the nation, it's a lust for power and a hatred of insignificance and inferiority. Madame, I will stop opposing you and trying to take down the government, but he will continue this revolution until he is dead, driven out, or victorious. He must be stopped. I beg your forgiveness and willingness to accept my help. Please, as a fellow high-ranking official and lover of this nation, let me rectify my errors." It was then that Maksim began to cry. He wept for himself, about his many mistakes, for the nation, and how those mistakes would harm it. He cried for Mikhail, his great friend, whose fate was now in question, and even for Aleksandra, who was dealing with him. He could not stop himself for a solid minute, and finally regained some measure of calm. He knew she was still at the other end of the line and simply waited for her.

Zherdev and Bazhenov had stayed together in Maksim's office nearly the entire day. They had discussed and planned, but more than anything, they had hoped. Late in the day they received a correspondence from the General via one of the secretaries. Mikhail took it, unsealed the message, and read it to himself. With each sentence he grew more and more displeased and worried. "[i]Holy !@#$.[/i]" "What is it, Mikhail? What does it say?" "[i]Not only is she not helping us, she's working against us and putting up threats.[/i]" "Let me read it." Maksim took the letter and read it. He wasn't nearly as troubled as Zherdev was by it, and despite the open threat and declaration of nationwide martial law, it seemed fairly beneficial. She was attempting to do what they were trying in a different form, and if it achieved the same thing it didn't matter to him how it was done. It occurred to Bazhenov for the first time that he and Mikhail might be on separate agendas. He simply desired Aleksandrov and Garin gone, and replacements for them. It was clear that Zherdev wanted more than that, and didn't want to go on as High Chancellor of Defense. "Mikhail, if we succeeded in our plans our way, then what would happen afterwards?" "[i]What do you mean, Maksim?[/i]" "I mean, how would we replace the Chancellors? What would occur?" "[i]Well, I would take over as Grand Chancellor of the State, and you could... Well, you could do what you wished.[/i]" And there it was, the full and honest truth, so obvious even a man as naive as Bazhenov could see it. Zherdev had been planning this coup for some time, but his opportunity had not presented itself until now. He didn't want Aleksandrov and Garin gone for the greater good, he wanted them out of the picture so power would be his for the taking. Whether or not he'd even be Grand Chancellor of the State was ambiguous. Maksim thought he wouldn't feel shocked if he simply declared himself Dictator for Life. Bazhenov didn't begin this affair to allow Mikhail to make himself ruler to the detriment of anyone in his way, and he wasn't going to let it happen. He still wanted the Chancellors impeached or removed, but it seemed to him that Zherdev was the greatest of evils here. "Mikhail, it's time for you to leave. Our business has concluded for today." Zherdev left fairly casually without saying anything. Maksim hoped he had taken no notice of his suspicions. If he could keep Mikhail as his partner, his chances of saving Cyrantia from him were all the better. He had to string him along for as long as he could, and he knew what he had to do. He went to the phone and called Aleksandra, hoping she'd receive him despite his involvement and the late hour.

Zherdev frowned, and Bazhenov knew the answer was not an immediate pledge of support. Mikhail had hoped he could initiate his actions immediately by bringing over General Revnika. Such a luxury had just been denied to him. This usurpation would not be as swift and easy as he had initially thought. Still, the answer had not been no, and he hoped that by giving her more time to consider his words she would come over. Of course, he did fear what she was capable of, had she decided against them and simply not said so. "[i]Fine, General. Take time, gather your thoughts, and prepare. But be cautious, Aleksandra. I'd urge you to not act on this phone call in such a way that it would call for action against you. That would be a... shame.[/i]" Mikhail hung up, feeling rather defeated. Their near-guarantee of victory had eluded them, and now it rested with the one woman he felt most uncomfortable around. This had certainly not played its first stages out like he had wanted.

There it was, the word both men had been anticipating but had not yet heard - treason. They did not feel treasonous to the nation, attempting to simply remove two of the seven highest men in Cyrantia. Still, the word being brought to light gave a new realization to them about what they were up to. And what they were attempting to do was coup the government, or at least part of it. "[i]I suppose some may call it treason, General, but that is not the word we would use. Our actions are brought on by those of the two men we wish to see removed. They are underachieving weaklings, unable and unwilling to even attempt to face the problems Cyrantia encounters. When our allies collapse, they will not find new ones, though it is their responsibility. When there are internal issues, they defer them to the rest of us. In particular they look to Maksim, who not only had dealt with the constant interior problems but also diplomacy. He is the High Chancellor of Internal Affairs, yet he was relied on for foreign matters. Now that is being denied to him as we become more and more isolated on the world stage.[/i]" Zherdev looked towards Bazhenov and nodded. At least part of what he said was the truth. Duties that should have belonged solely to their two targets were indeed given to Maksim, but always with reason. Part of the issue was the fact that he seemed very talented with Foreign Affairs, and the Grand Chancellor trusted him with those duties. Mikhail wasn't eager for the General to know that, of course, and he continued with his part-truth. "[i]It is true there is an impeachment process, but it would never work. The guidelines of the process explain it is to be used when a gross abuse of power is present, not when gross negligence occurs. People are too entranced with the two men, though they don't give the slightest care about the nation, for a vote to ever get rid of them. There is no way to do this politically or with democratic process, but if we succeed in a peaceful and smooth transition as we hope, there will be no need to face any internal strife. So we ask you again, will you support us in our cause as we oust the greatest two enemies to the nation?[/i]"

Mikhail smiled when General Revnika came to the telephone. She had a marvelous voice and had he not had such a massive inferiority complex, he almost certainly would've talked to her at any chance he got. It was those little moments Aleksandra gave that made Zherdev almost forget she was easily just as powerful in the nation as he was. He always did end up remembering, however, and the smile faded away as he got down to business. "[i]Not just yet, General, but we fear there may be in the near future. It somewhat depends on what choices you make in the coming few minutes.[/i]" Mikhail almost wanted to chuckle. He never quite got over just how diplomatically indifferent he sounded at nearly all times as a politician. It somewhat depended on her was another example of his too-often understated phrases. That was a lie, it almost completely depended on her. The choice she would make would either guarantee or deny them much of the Cyrantian military's support. "[i]Aleksandra, there is going to be a little... reorganization of the Cyrantian government. This reorganization will be spearheaded by myself and the High Chancellor of Internal Affairs, Maksim Bazhenov, who I'm sure you're familiar with. With this adjustment, we hope to remove Sergei Aleksandrov and Dmitry Garin from the Cabinet. The Chancellors are currently out-of-country in the Serene Republic of Vaule, and we do not anticipate they will offer much resistance to our cause. However, we feel it may be prudent to ask you for your support in this matter.[/i]" He did not explicitly mention that he also desired the support of the military along with hers personally, but he knew she would understand what he was asking perfectly. She had always been very intelligent and capable of seeing through diplomatic ambiguities and ruses. He wondered sometimes why she had decided to go into the military. She was unbelievably well-suited for politics. He even believed she'd be a fine Grand Chancellor of the State. "[i]We ask for your decision, General, as there is no time to waste. Aleksandrov and Garin will not be away forever. We are acting now, and yours is a key part in this readjustment of positions.[/i]"

Mikhail went up a floor in the building and walked down a hall to Maksim's office. He entered looking slightly annoyed. Zherdev was always one of those men with plenty of petty and meaningless tasks to do that he just had to get accomplished. He took a quick seat and began. [i]"What is it, Maksim? I don't have time for..."[/i] "I'm going to try and overthrow Aleksandrov and Garin, Mikhail. You are one of my oldest and most powerful friends. I need to know whether you're with me or against me." Mikhail felt shocked. Maksim had long been a friend, and he knew him very well, but had always pegged him as something of a weakling. To hear him planning a rebellion was the last thing Mikhail had expected. Out of his shock, though, came a happiness. He had been planning to try and overthrow the government for ages, but had not had an opportunity. Zherdev was not an adored public figure, and he knew he could not gain the trust and support of the public, but Bazhenov was. He could be the answer to the one constant problem all Mikhail's plans had faced. He knew he had to agree to help. "Mikhail, I need your answer now. Sides will form in this conflict and I must know your position." "[i]Yes, Maksim. I will help you, but I fear I am not the only one who you will need to approach for assistance.[/i]" "I agree, but it's wonderful you're along! Can you gather the troops, gain their support, and declare Aleksandrov and Garin in exile?" "[i]That's just it, Maksim. I cannot. The military will not listen to me, they do not view me as their supreme leader. We will have to ask someone else.[/i]" "If you are not their leader, then who?" "[i]Who else? Our glorious General.[/i]" The one and only General of the Cyrantian military may have been the only woman Zherdev ever feared or felt inferior to. Though he was technically the leader of the military, she was the one in practice. If a rebellion started and she called them to arms against the government, the troops would follow her. That was not something Mikhail could claim to do. He didn't like to deal with her and tried to avoid her presence unless absolutely necessary, but this special circumstance required it without question. Mikhail placed a call to her headquarters, summoning her to their presence immediately.

Aleksandrov leaned over to Garin momentarily and they nodded heads mutually. The Vaulians were exactly correct in their arguments, and had not overlooked any details they had hoped might be ignored in the discussions. They quietly discussed for a minute or two and then decided. Though the keeping of the Oblast was looking less and less likely, the Grand Chancellor was not quite yet prepared to give up. He chuckled a little bit and began to speak. "[i]Well, gentlemen, it seems we all agree on one thing here. The Magadan Oblast was rightly yours, and it was our mistake to act in such a rash and unprofessional manner. We do hope you are aware that our forces did not bring harm to any Oblast citizens or property. They simply acted as your Peacekeepers might. We did not attempt to invade the nation, only occupy, for safety reasons, of course overlooking your stationed troops. Stupid and unobservant actions are a rarity in Cyrantian government, I assure you. Out of personal curiosity, what stringent criteria might have to be met?[/i]

High Chancellor of Internal Affairs Maksim Bazhenov paced around his office at the Chancellor's Building in Xavier worriedly. He was a man who believed thoroughly that a nation could not survive on its own unless it was extremely powerful. He had been very pleased to sign the treaty with the United Socialist Republic of Siberia and Austria, as their presences gave a sense of security and brotherhood to him and the nation. With their dissolution and the collapse of Blue Heaven and the Magadan Oblast, two economic allies, the Chancellery had only one ally left. Its oldest and most important economic ally, the Khaganate of Marscurian Siberia, was unlikely to dissolve or fall any time soon. Still, they were not interested in military relations, and the fact that they were vassals of the United Federation of the East had always bothered Maksim. The Chancellery had been in a diplomatic drought as of late, and it was not for lack of effort. The UFE had sold some of their land but refused to enter into a treaty-based relationship. Vaule was largely unresponsive due to their internal issues and already solidified treaty base. The nation of Wargadde in Africa fell during negotiations of a treaty. These unfortunate events just heightened the nervousness Maksim already felt because of a lack of allies. He had tried to convince the Grand Chancellor of the State and the High Chancellor of Foreign Affairs to approach new diplomatic partners many times. They never seemed to do anything about it, and they always had a reason to avoid diplomacy. The most recent event taking up all their time was babbling on with the Vaulians about who got to keep the old Magadan Oblast. Maksim felt that this unwillingness to fight the treaty isolation being felt by Cyrantia was just the most recent exemplification of the weakness of the two leading Chancellors. The nation he loved was in his mind a sitting duck, and the only men capable of fixing the situation instead chose to ignore it. Bazhenov had to do something about it, and soon. He knew he needed to simply usurp the two men, but his problem was how to go about it. A civil war or assassinations would surely harm the nation, and it would be much more preferable to lead a bloodless rebellion. He felt that if he could guarantee the support of the rest of the Cabinet and the military, his targets would simply give in, along with their followers. If he had any chance to orchestrate this peaceful revolution, it was now. Not one, but both of the men he hoped to remove were out-of-country with no support, and were in no position to take back the nation if Maksim succeeded. Now was the time for action, and Maksim made his first move. He called his colleague, friend and fellow cabinet member, High Chancellor of Defense Mikhail Zherdev. "Mikhail, I need you to come down to my office, alone. We need to have a discussion about rather private matters." "[i]This is a secure line, Maksim. I'm a busy man, can't we do this over the phone?[/i]" "This needs to be in person. Get down here." "[i]Fine.[/i]"

Sergei looked down and took a sip of water. He had hoped this meeting would be a pushover, but the stalwart and to-the-point attitude of the Prime Minister seemed to express that it would be a task to keep the Oblast. He liked a challenge, but in a matter such as territory, he found it undesirable. Still, he felt that his words and arguments would be enough to win over the Vaulians. If not, there was no shame in admitting defeat and withdrawing his troops. [i]"I appreciate your openness concerning the topic at hand. It certainly can be an issue to hear more diplomatic filler than negotiation. As such, I will return your courtesy and not waste your time with political babbling. The Chancellery of Cyrantia believes it is the proper ruler of the former Magadan Oblast. We are aware of the on-paper situation of the matter, where the territory belongs to you should the country collapse. However, something so simple in a document is rarely that simple when one considers its real effect."[/i] Sergei took a breath and another drink of his water. His throat, as always, dried when talking to the foreign dignitaries. He did think he was doing what he had hoped fairly well. [i]"The people of the Oblast view the Serene Republic as their oppressors. I mean no offense to your nation in any way, but after the unfortunate military incidents and the ensuing protective diplomatic measures, they feel as if Vaule has them in a vice-grip. Their independence was their only saving grace in the situation, and now it has been lost. The people are restless to escape your nation's rule, and as their former nation's closest and oldest ally, they wish to see us lead them. We are a stable nation and have never caused any issues or required aid, and we are not imperialist, unfair or tyrannical. We are not trying to make a land-grab, we are simply asking to be allowed to rule the region because we care about its citizens and their wishes."[/i] Sergei felt that his arguments were going very well, but knew that to be effective, a hook might be needed. He hated to strike deals but it seemed to be the only way to cap off the request. [i]"Of course, if you let the region be ruled by Cyrantia, you would not be harmed. Your nation is vast and powerful and the loss of such a place would not detract from your greatness. The peacekeepers stationed along with our troops in the former Oblast would be freed to help deal with your internal situation. Of course, if it was part of Cyrantia, it would be governed by our independence terms. As you know, that would mean that if we collapsed, the former Cyrantia, including the former Oblast, would revert to your control. If all this is not enough for you, then the Chancellery will pay you for control over the region. We consider its citizens our brethren and they feel the same of us. We will take any measures to convince you to cede it."[/i] [b]OOC: Sorry this took so long to make. I've been busy with RL issues for ages and in my little free time I haven't been satisfied with previously written responses to the thread I've made. I'm on Winter Break from school now and I have all sorts of time, so I'm free to begin RPing again.[/b]

[quote name='Chancellor Patrick' timestamp='1323022697' post='2862392'] [b]To: Sergei Aleksandrov, Grand Chancellor of the State of Cyrantia From: Ambassador Ollanta Humala[/b] Esteemed Chancellor, The Republic of Peru supports your stand against Commune of France. But I'm afraid the matter of Andorran independence is a lost cause. Even if both our nations made a stand on Andorran soil, we would ultimately be swept from the continent of Europe. Having said that, I suggest to you that we jointly send a small military task force to Andorra. The purpose of this task force is to make a honorable 24 hour stand against the French Commune, with Andorran independence forces. Once we have completed such an action the honor of the Andorran people will be maintained, and our forces will withdraw from Andorra with asylum seekers wanting to flee from the oppression of the French Commune. Please, let me know what you think? [b]Ambassador Ollanta Humala[/b] [/quote] Firstly, we of the Chancellery of Cyrantia appreciate your support. It may be true that Andorran independence is impossible, but we must do what we can. It may indeed be unwise to send a full fighting force to Andorra in the interest of self-preservation, but I will not take such a course of action. Indeed a full-sized Cyrantian expeditionary force will be mobilized for invasion if events do not change the situation. If the 1000 Peruvian soldiers will join us, we'd be honored to have them in our ranks. Honor is not an issue here; it is the safety and independence of an oppressed nation. They will be massacred without protection. No leniency will be afforded to them, they are viewed as treasonous. That much is clear. This is why I cannot simply participate in a one-day stand against them. The moment our last evacuating transport and troop carrier leaves, the Andorran people will be swiftly destroyed. It will happen unless they are able to save themselves. Do what you will, send 1000 men, 10000, it makes a difference. Your support is appreciated and I certainly do hope you fare well. -Sergei Aleksandrov [quote name='Evangeline Anovilis' timestamp='1323026455' post='2862424'] [b]To: The Government of Andorra, Sergei Aleksandrov, Grand Chancellor of the State of Cyrantia From: The Ancien Ligue[/b] Gentlemen of Cyrantia, We call ourselves the Ancien Ligue, a League to defend the old values and the old order. We see the French Commune as the thing she is: An oppressive dictatorship, imposed on the righteous people of France and Andorra. La France is our homeland, we love it, but if the mother turns abusive, it is better to get independent and away from the monstrosity. As it is rather hard for us to make an estimate of the situation in the lands that joined this uprising, we offer our help in capital and even volunteers, should Andorra know a way to bring them to battle. We also address Cyrantia here, as it seems that Cyrantia may help out in this conflict, so you may know a way to overcome the Blockade. With regards, The Aristocrat Collective, the AL [/quote] As for helping the Andorrans in their cause, it will be up to them to decided whether or not they accept it. As for our part in this, you can expect a large expeditionary force to be arriving unless circumstances either prevent it or make it so it is unnecessary. The naval blockade will likely not be broken. The ships protecting it are strong, and even if it were broken, the Mediterranean is unsafe and patrolled. Thus, it will be ignored. Aerial attacks and supply runs will be undertaken on the western coast of France. Thus, we may evade both the Mediterranean Sea and the naval blockade. It is a dangerous prospect, but our only option. On a personal note, I will be leading the attacks should they be orchestrated. I'll be very pleased to meet my companions from Andorra and your organization on the field of battle. -Mikhail Zherdev High Chancellor of Defense

[b]To: The Government of Communist France From: Sergei Aleksandrov, Grand Chancellor of the State[/b] Simone, we will indeed take in your dissidents, but I feel they will not be leaving as soon as I had initially thought. You have left me no clear choice in this matter. I demand you make steps to end hostilities with the Andorrans, whether it be meeting them in diplomatic negotiations, withdrawing any forces, or immediately granting them independence. If you refuse, I fear the troops of the Chancellery of Cyrantia will mobilize to defend Andorra. I'd rather such warfare not happen, so again, I implore you to be decent and allow the Andorrans their wishes. If not, face your fate, whatever it may be.

Once again the nations of the world condemn a small oppressed nation because of its master, how unfortunate. Those who wish to see communism spread seek to gain another victory by disallowing a nation unhappy with its presumably undemocratic rulers to even attempt to gain independence. They claim the diplomatic table ought to be the forum of revolution but ignore the stubbornness so common among leaders of vassals. They say such a rebellion is treasonous and wrong but forget what it is like to be a nation led by another, especially one whose doctrines the vassal disagrees with. The rampant ignorance and condemnation in situations such as these is always startling. The Chancellery of Cyrantia cannot stand by and watch a slaughter. -Dmitry Garin High Chancellor of Foreign Affairs [b]To: The Government of Communist France From: Sergei Aleksandrov, Grand Chancellor of the State[/b] Pardon my impolite opening, but I cannot address formalities in a correspondence this urgent. I implore you to show leniency to the Andorrans and to be reasonable in this situation. You are allied to our closest treaty partner, the United Socialist Republic of Siberia, and clearly you can be reasonable and good decision-makers. I beg you to use these skills and to not massacre these rebels, as you appear to desire to do. My nation desires to pursue further diplomacy with yours, but we cannot and will not condone or ignore mass slaughter. For the sake of diplomacy, image, and decency, be good to these Andorran men and women. The Chancellery of Cyrantia will openly take in any rebels you capture or expel, they are welcome in our nation.

Prodigal Chieftain, obviously. "I AM CYBERNATIONS!" Unforgettable.

With the location of the summit received, the Grand Chancellor of the State and his High Chancellor of Foreign Affairs set out. They traveled by aircraft from the main airport in the capital city of Xavier. Their plane was not military and they were accompanied only by flight staff. The flight to Okha was a short one, and after touching down in the airport, they alone deboarded the plane. A car had been arranged to wait for them, and the two men entered. Their ride was also not a long one, as they soon arrived at the conference building. An aide came out to meet them and he escorted them to the conference room. The Grand Chancellor shook hands with the men and introduced himself and his companion to them. They took a seat, waiting for the meeting to commence.

Woo Europa! New people, my favorite! Also, I've been missing about twenty kilos from my stash... hook me up?

[b][center]Private Response to the Serene Republic[/center][/b] I would be more than pleased to attend a meeting with you in Sakhalin, General, so that we may discuss matters. I believe the circumstances surrounding this situation are of importance and the situation is urgent enough that I must personally attend our summit. I will also bring my companion, Dmitry Garin, with whom the Serene Republic should also be familiar. No guards will be brought along in my trip, I trust they shall not be needed. Signed, Sergei Aleksandrov Grand Chancellor of the State [b]OOC:[/b] Open a thread whenever you'd like, and we'll get going.

[center][b]Private Response to the USRS[/b][/center] We thank you for your well-wishes, Mr. Malenkov. It is our hope that under Cyrantian rule the province shall no longer present a problem to you in any way, and that it may indeed benefit our relationship. We understand the situation with the Vaulians, and are prepared to accept your offer and meet with them. Unfortunately, in-fighting within the Serene Republic may delay the time they get a representative to meet us. Still, please do send an invitation to them inviting a meeting in Petrapavlosk-Kamchatsky. Thank you for your help and concern. Signed, Dmitry Garin High Chancellor of Foreign Affairs

Please mark the Magadan Oblast as part of the Chancellery of Cyrantia. Here is the RP: http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?showtopic=106461

[b][center]From the Desk of the Grand Chancellor of the State[/center][/b] The Chancellery of Cyrantia is one that most often values order and peace. For much of our existence we have sat about, making few military actions. We have been granted the luck to be established in a region where few regimes simply come and go like the wind. Ours is one of stable governments and peaceful affairs. We especially value our neighbors and allies, as stability in close lands is vital to our own success. Thus, it is extremely unfortunate that it has come to pass that the formerly troubled government of the Magadan Oblast has simply disintegrated. We've received no Magadan contact in an extraordinarily long time and the nation, which was already riddled with often hostile situations, has degraded even further into anarchy. We cannot and will not sit by and watch this occur to our former economic ally. As I write this, troops of the Chancellery of Cyrantia are advancing into the Oblast to restore order. As the former economic allies of the nation, we expect little in the way of resistance. We will simply put a stop to any troubles or difficulties that may be occurring and will turn the anarchy once more into peace. As of this moment, the Magadan Oblast is declared to be part of the Chancellery of Cyrantia. We feel this is an appropriate course of action, because as the closest ally of the former government, we will be better received and more well-suited to rule than one of our neighbors who are viewed as the oppressors of the Oblast by its people. Signed, Sergei Aleksandrov Grand Chancellor of the State [b]OOC: Supercheese hit 25 days.[/b] The Cyrantian Second and Third Infantry Divisions, numbering 30,000 men, would enter the former Magadan Oblast after leaving exercises in Northern Cyrantia. They would find little resistance as they entered the cities and the countryside. They hadn't expected an organized armed force, but a large number of rioters had been anticipated and readied against. For a nation so troubled, the civilians seemed to be very eager to accept peace in their land. A few light dissidents, mostly protestors and looters, would need to be detained, but in short order the nation would be stable once again. The flag of the Chancellery of Cyrantia, well-known and well-liked in the former Magadan Oblast, would be raised by troops all over the capital city. Many thousands of civilians, newly confident to leave their homes for the streets, would cheer on the infantrymen in an impromptu march through the city.

[quote name='Generalissimo' timestamp='1320268638' post='2837194'] Sergei Aleksandrov’s pistol is fine, but I have to ask. . . How much action has the Grand Chancellor seen? If visitation is that important he can have a lifetime free pass to the museum in exchange for the weapon. [size="5"][b]-Wait-[/b][/size] Now that I’ve given the offer everyone else will want lifetime free passes for artifacts! [/quote] A lot of training and the occasional hunt... he's too young to have seen any wars as part of any older nation's military, and my nation is untouched at the moment for war. Also, that offer can be between you and me.

If you'd like, my ruler will donate his engraved personal Makarov PM service pistol to the museum. ... he'll miss it, we want visitation rights.

[quote name='Rayvon' timestamp='1319351626' post='2830820']Our membership would probably castrate the government if we surrendered to Legion. [/quote] Don't raise my hopes like that unless you're planning on following through! But to be serious, I've just bothered to take a look at this forum, and [b]another[/b] thread? I know I'm late to the party, but man, oh man. It just doesn't end!

The Chancellery of Cyrantia had not formally declared any affiliation in the global war. It had expanded its military and been placed on high alert, but during a global conflict that was to be expected even of a neutral nation. In reality, though, the Cyrantian leadership had long ago decided to side with their neighbors, the United Federation of the East, and their allies in Marscurian Siberia. The country had been sitting as a neutral and uninvolved nation, quietly preparing for conflict and awaiting orders. Now, the orders had finally been received, and the nation's military command followed them. The Cyrantian First Army was composed of four infantry divisions and two tank regiments, and numbered sixty thousand men, seven hundred tanks, and twenty-one hundred tank operators. It was stationed in Northern Cyrantia with much of the rest of the military, performing exercises with foreign troops from the United Socialist Republic of Siberia. They had been awaiting orders to leave for some time and were well prepared when the call came. Immediately, their things were packed, their camps dismantled, and they were on the move. Leaving the foreign and other Cyrantian troops, they traveled to the east coast, where their transport ships were waiting. The troops and tanks were boarded onto the vessels in short order, and were quickly sailing away from Cyrantian soil. They would not cross into the territorial waters of any other nation for the voyage, instead staying in international waters. The many ships were designed to look non-military and were spaced enough to not seem like a large transport fleet. Even if anyone were to gain awareness of the ships, they would not have an issue determining their home port, but would not know their purpose. The boats would not arouse suspicion, due to the lack of military ships traveling with them and their apparent insignificance. The fact that Cyrantia was thus far a neutral nation in the conflict would help with their disguise as a cargo or other fairly non-important type of fleet. Soon enough, the ships would all land in the Fort Beihai region of the United Federation of the East.