Helios

Not sure this was a great idea but best wishes Ulthran. Get protection as soon as possible.

We need a comic representing this.

Looks like Atlas used Master Ball. Best wishes Franz.

Come on, Blu-ray is the future. :v: Nice to see this more comics though.

Congrats posse, keep those exquisite comics rolling.

I think the idiot meant objectify.

"Court cases" lol. Reminds me far too much of an alliance that shall not be named.

Very glad to see this. o/ Sengoku

Winter is coming.

Congrats on achieving such a merger.

Excellent stuff, I look forward to working with you gentlemen.

Suffer not the neutrals to live.

Really? QFT you've never been knighted anyway

There's an Anti-lock Braking System joke in here somewhere but fuck it, I want to crash and destroy things. o/ this treaty

Please remove Great Britain from the map. My deepest apologies to those whom I have ongoing or forthcoming RPs with, unfortunately I no longer have the time to spare for CNRP2 for the rest of the summer due to a number of reasons. I may return later in the year but we'll see. Also, Mogar I would very greatly appreciate it if Northern Ireland could be granted to King Timmy on my way out. The relevant RP is [url=http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?/topic/122132-the-peace/]here[/url] and while it's not strictly speaking a finished article, the relevant posts have already been made. Sorry I didn't give it more effort Tim. Bye guys and gals.

I'm back. So, how much drama did I miss?

Congrats to some old men in Atlas. :ehm:

The situation in the Pacific was growing in intensity and the tension had finally hit breaking point. After an ultimatum had been released, the Federation threw its support behind it and released a mandate for any and all British citizens residing in that part of the world to return to the homeland or another allied country. The Federal Navy has been placed on yellow alert and is standing by. "Great Britain concurs with the intentions expressed by the nation of Tikal. However, we urge all parties involved to continue diplomatic efforts to resolve this without needless bloodshed." - Minister of Foreign Affairs Richard Winters

CNRP2 Nation: Federation of Great Britain CNRP2 Nation shorthand: Britain CNRP2 National football team nickname: Three Lions CNRP2 football team kit color: White/Red CNRP2 football team playing style: Attacking style with a 4-4-2 Diamond Wide or an alternative 4-2-3-1.

I will be even less active than usual this coming week as I'm off on vacation to Brighton. Gonna get tanned (or sunburned as the case may be) provided the weather doesn't change. Pip-pip, cheerio. No he used legitimate IC resources supported by in-game mechanisms to detect your "stuff". Stop fucking whining.

Well you're in LoSS now, so clearly, you left. Good riddance to you, fucking terrible RPer.

The British Federation had accepted the invitation, opting to send Vice-Chancellor Daniel Bedford to the French wedding. He would be accompanied by an agent from MI7, although she would be introduced as a mere aide; the opportunity to gain knowledge directly from others at the party was too good to pass up. The pair boarded a Cessna at an airstrip in Great Yarmouth which then took them direct to Stockholm. They then took a private car to the cathedral. When they arrived, Daniel noted how much better the building looked than usual. Decorations adorned the cathedral and men and women in beautiful ceremonial attire lined the square. Jovial music wove through the air, mixed with the smell of food and sounds of many rather happy individuals. Bedford led the way, with the "aide" following close behind him. Daniel marvelled at the cathedral's interior. At the door, he greeted a woman dressed in a beautiful purple dress. He introduced himself in French, quite poor with the accent but it was good enough (courtesy of Winters of course). "Bonjour madame, je m'appelle Daniel, je suis Vice-Chancelier de Grande-Bretagne!" He then switched to English. "It's a very great pleasure to be here. The Chancellor sends his regards and well-wishes, he cannot come unfortunately due to some domestic affairs that require his fullest attention. This is my aide, Heather Maul."

"Look, Al, I just don't see the benefit." "Are you serious? Do I need to push the strategic assessment in your face again?" "Oh come on. It's too soon to go that far and to make that kind of contribution." "Explain France then." "That's different. The French are on our doorstep and they will play a pivotal role in Europe. Besides, we don't have the resources for a commitment on that level. We're still punching above our weight and you of all people should know it." It was 6.30 in the evening and this conversation had been going on for some hours now, round and round between four individuals: Will Prescott, Alex Hartmann, Liz O'Mahoney and Dick Winters. Prescott and O'Mahoney were pushing heavily for a strictly finance-oriented pact with the Italians, while Hartmann and Winters wanted a defence clause introduced. A stalemate ensued. Although the Chancellor could, legally speaking, simply override the others and put his foot down, he didn't work that way. The opinions of his employees were of great value to him. The Minister of Foreign Affairs spoke up next. "Looking at this from a militarily perspective, it's evident that we could use some of the capabilities that Italy might provide us as an ally. Section Seven made it clear they have naval assets which could be instrumental in defending British shores, were we to find ourselves in circumstances that warranted such actions." Liz placed two fingers on her temples and rubbed them, trying to stave off an incoming headache. Strategic. She was beginning to hate that word because of how much it was thrown around these days. Strategic this, strategic that...let's have a strategic dinner shall we with drinks strategically placed to quench our ultimately strategic thirst. She almost laughed in spite of herself. But deep down she knew how important this was. The Chancellor always considered the big picture and as with most big pictures, a lot was at stake. She threw in her two pennies once more. "But we all recognise that friendship is a two-way street. What could we provide them that they don't already have well-covered? Nothing. Nothing except a promise that we may or may not eventually be in a position to come to their defence in the event of a conflict. Mr Prescott is right, for the foreseeable future we will be fighting outside of our weight class. We need to apply this fact to our foreign affairs." The Minister of Defence piped up. "With the greatest of respect to the Chancellor, I'm absolutely confident that we can fight and win wherever we go and whomever we go up against. We may not have half a million troops or the most modern technology but we are warfighters and we have personnel that reflect this. I can name off the top of my head at least twenty individuals who can lead a task force with a major degree of competence and leadership ability, let alone the Marshals themselves. But I digress. The priority right now is defending the country and a defence clause with Italy allows us to do that with much more confidence and capacity." Alexander leaned back in his chair and interlocked his fingers, clearly demonstrating that he was done debating the matter. William frowned but then shook his head and closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing his forehead. "Alright. A binding mutual defence clause, given all the factors we have taken into consideration, may not be the best option at this moment in time and in fact there's no reason to believe Italy would even accept that. But I suggest we put something light in there, something optional. At the very least we should show we are willing to be effective military allies." William stood up from his chair. The others did the same. He walked over to the window and silently looked out for a whole sixty seconds, gazing at the rain coming down hard against everyone unfortunate enough to be outside. The sun still shone just above the horizon and lent itself to the effect, producing a rainbow that stretched across the Thames and fell somewhere behind Westminster. Quite beautiful. A stark contrast to all the pain and horrors to come. "Stick to the original financial specifications. But. Put a military co-operation clause in there. Something concerning localised security. Nothing heavy. That'll be all for this evening." The others nodded in quiet assent and began to leave the room, one by one. Early next morning, a secretary would transmit a series of encrypted documents to the Italian Foreign Ministry, which contained a draft of a treaty text.

Marcus Carver was a dictatorial twenty-seven year old British ambassador. He was well-known for being generally ruthless and unrelenting in his dealings with other countries. He was not perhaps the best choice for ambassador to the Americas - his speciality was Europe - but there was unfortunately a shortage of political personnel of the required level and access. Regardless, the man was by all accounts personally looking forward to dealing with the Plains Federation. He boarded a chartered flight from London to Oklahoma and made his way to the Capitol building.

"The Federation of Great Britain and Northern Ireland welcomes the rebirth of the United States of America." - Minister of Foreign Affairs Richard Winters