The Iolanta Crisis [OPEN]

13 ta' Ottubru, 2023
Casa Gazzella, Güney Antalya, State of Iolanta
7:02 PM

FOUR MONTHS AGO

"So which countries sanctioned us again?" Prime Minister Nunzio Farrugia asked Foreign Minister Valent Comitianus, who looked too sweaty for a man sitting in an air-conditioned room for more than thirty minutes.

"L-Let me check." Comitianus was breathing heavily. "It's somewhere... Here." He took out a document from his folder and pushed it across the table over to Farrugia.

Farrugia scanned the table to check on the rest of the cabinet. They were all supposed to be seated here in the Council of State Room.

It looks like everyone is here. Everyone but the Minister of Defense, the Minister of the Interior and Local Government, the Minister of Tourism, and the Minister of Communications are missing.

"Where the hell are those four?" Comitianus practically barked, looking like a madman.

"The latter two probably got cold feet." Executive Secretary Ohali Muneera explained. "They were first-time cabinet appointees. We had an unprecedented number of cabinet resignations." She sighed. "Our list of prospective ministers has shrunk. Many of our members rejected cabinet offers."

"But Chaim. Chaim has no excuse!" Comitianus wiped his oily face with his sleeve. "He refused to return our calls. Not a single reply to the emails or the chat messages." He banged the table with his fist. "He has not returned to his house!"

"Sur Comitianus." Farrugia called his attention.

"Two months, Prime Minister! He hasn't come home for two months!"

"Even then. Please, get a hold of yourself."

While Comitianus was the only one emotional here, Farrugia could sense the anxiety and apprehension in the air. He was one of them.

Farrugia looked at everyone and said, "Right now, wherever Sur Montefiore is, whatever he is doing, it is not our top priority. The country needs us now, preferably together with cool heads. If Sur Montefiore cannot understand that, he will have to be dismissed to make way for someone who can."

Farrugia read the document from Comitianus. "I didn't expect to see some of these countries." He commented. "For years, we maintained normal relations with most countries. Now they suddenly...do this?"

"Let's... Let's examine this. From the beginning." Comitianus started breathing more slowly, and comfortably. "It'll just be an overview. Since it is only a review of what we should already know."

Comitianus continued, "Because of Refugji Ħolmkom's little mishap back in February, the Sorovian government deployed their forces to reinforce the border. They did not want to take in any migrants. They clearly wanted to keep out the Sorovians that stupid NGO bussed to the border."

"Yes, yes, yes." Farrugia impatiently nodded. "We don't need an overview of this part. Go on to the next country after Sorovia that imposed sanctions."

Comitianus opened his folder. A leather folder bearing the nation coat of arms with the wording Minister of Foreign Affairs. He flipped through pages of departmental papers until he found what he was looking for. He read out, "Item...The Republic of Scalvia... The Baumanis Five Points."

Farrugia shook his head as he rubbed his neck. "In normal situations, I'd be committing political suicide if I read the 'Five Points to the Senat."

"The fools in Korvola voted against it," Muneera mentioned. "Even after we signaled our readiness to negotiate if we accepted the 'Five Points."

"The Rayvostokans declared support for Sorovia." Comitianus gritted his teeth. "Damned communists... I never understood what they want in their foreign policy objectives."

"We did expect them to support us." Farrugia reminded him. "We thought Sorovia is the perfect neo-liberal capitalist hellhole for them to shit in."

"They even promised the Sorovians weapons on top of financial aid," Comitianus added.

"They did?" Farrugia furrowed his brows. "That is absurd."

"It wouldn't surprise me if they help Sorovia in planning an invasion." Comitianus cleared his throat. "Targeted sanctions from Esthursia came next. They hoped the U.A.S. could play a central role in resolving the crisis. Their last-ditch attempt to save the Treaty of Kariste." He stared at a page in his folder. "Still, if sanctions from Sorovia hurt bad, sanctions from Esthursia, the largest market in the region, would bring our country to its knees."

"The targeted sanctions brought a lot of my friends to their knees." Muneera clicked her tongue. "I know a poor bastard who killed himself because of it."

"At first, Hexastalia was reasonable and delayed sanctions." Comitianus smiled. "Everyone was surprised Predice sent a fleet to us. The Esthursian and Hexastalian governments demanded their withdrawal."

"There is the Ethian Customs Union." Muneera pointed out. "The Volshan Autocracy has been one of the few reassuring things in the past four months."

"We will accept the invitation, of course," Farrugia said.

Comitianius frowned. "The ECU bill is held up in the Senat. They are taking too much time on it." He turned a page in his folder. "Also, the 'peacekeeping mission' by Esthursia might be a concern. Supposedly, they established 'safe refuge lines' for the ethnic Sorovian migrants."

"See! Those migrants are not dying." Farrugia chuckled.

Comitianus stared at Farrugia. "The safe refuge lines were established last week. Migrants have been heading west since February. However, I am disturbed by the Esthursian accusations of deportation. We cannot deport our own citizens—"

The doors of the room flung open, hitting the wall hard. Farrugia was about to reprimand the unnecessary force. But he froze at the sight of guns.

It was Chaim and Ashur May, the Vice Chief-of-Staff of the Iolanti Armed Forces.

Chaim shouted, "Vive il Doge!"

"Iolanta: Armored vehicles surround Parliament as internet shuts down"
-The Daihoku Financial; 14 October, 2023

“Saintonge behind coup”
-Rebel News Online; 15 October 2023

"Prime Minister Farrugia and other ministers arrested"
-RAP; 16 October, 2023

"Governor-General of Iolanta resigns in coup aftermath"
-Kariste Times; 18 October, 2023

"Chief Justice Trevisan appointed Administrator of Iolanta"
-RAP; 19 October, 2023

"Due to the ongoing crisis, Administrator Trevisan has declared martial law."
-Caius Avienus (TVINews+); 20 October, 2023

"Iolanta: Military takes control of country's largest TV network"
-The Daihoku Financial; 21 October, 2023

"Administrator Trevisan announced that the Senat will remain suspended until further notice. He called on the public to remain calm and cooperate with the authorities."
-Caius Avienus (TVINews+); 22 October, 2023

"Former Iolanti defense minister Chaim Montefiore appointed PM"
-RAP; 24 October, 2023

“Doge's Palace silent on the recent coup”
-Rebel News Online; 25 October 2023

“I’m aware there has been a major upheaval in Iolanta, and there’s been a major shift in power. At this point, we have a clear overview of the situation and we will carefully consider our next steps.”
-Alessandria da Montebello, Prime Minister of Predice; 26 October 2023

"Iolanti PM appeals to the international community to reconsider sanctions"
-The Daihoku Financial; 28 October, 2023

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Minutes from top-level Volshan government briefing on the Iolanta crisis

Locations: Palace of the Zilathe, Antyrium

Time: 0600 hours EST

Attendes:

Cel Sethlans- Zilathe of the Volshan Autocracy

General Thana Masu- Head of the Volshan Army

Velchur Atna- Director of the VSI

Aranthur Macula- CEO of Hoplon Dynamics and chief economic advisor to the Volshan government



(Recording begins)

Cel- Let's turn to the current mess on the border, the situation in Iolanta has escalated out of control, thoughts?

Thana- We need to consider a no-fly zone and close the border to traffic from both sides, we can’t afford to have a spillover into Aurorea, the situation there is at a critical juncture

Cel-What about economic sanctions? How can we turn the screws on both these regimes?

Aranthur- Targeted sanctions against both sides would be a good start, I agree with the general that a no-fly zone would also help to put pressure on both sides...you know Weskerby isn't going to like that though, right?

Cel- (scoffs audibly) Weskerby doesn't like anything that doesn't involve chest beating and self-congratulation, we are not beholden to Esthursia! make it happen! as far as Sorovia and Iolanta are concerned they can consider everything west of their border to be off-limits!

Velchur- Madame Zilathe if I may?

Cel- By all means Director

Velchur- Sanctions and expansion of a no-fly zone will prove effective, it would mean both sides would have to ship everything they trade or use longer air routes, the effects on both economies will be significant, additionally my counterparts in Sorovia have already declared their intention to do likewise, closing the Aurorean corridor will essentially split the continent in half

Thana- The strategic implications won’t be pretty

Aranthur- They weren't exactly a beauty pageant before this Mucai* heap began, the reality is the divisions in Ethia are already present economically, the A5 and V4 are already quickly becoming mutually exclusive blocs, if Weskerby wants to support warmongers they can wear the economic cost!

Cel- Spoken like a true capitalist Aranthur, but the general is correct, this situation is going to get worse before it gets better, we need to consider the possibility of further escalations

Thana- Our military is one of the largest and most well-trained in Auroria, we are prepared to defend the autocracy if needed

Cel- Let's hope it doesn't come to that, we’ve only just put one fascist regime in the ground, Velchur I want eyes and ears watching every major development in the archipelago, Thana I want the military raised to high alert for the duration of this crisis, Aranthur get those sanctions ready, I want both Iolanta and Sorovia to know they made a grievous mistake, from the moment those sanctions are triggered our market and the wider A5 common market is closed to them both.

Aranthur- Well guess that concludes it, another sunny day in Ethia

Cel- We will not allow the actions of incompetents and thugs to drag us into another unnecessary war, make it happen people! and Velchur

Velchur- Yes Madame Zilathe?

Cel- I want our embassies in both countries evacuated immediately

Velchur- I'll have our people on the first flights home, documents and sensitive information will be disposed of accordingly

Cel- Good, but keep our listening posts open, information is power after all...We have a lot to do fellows, let's get to work

(Recording Ends)



*Excrement

Býkonsviði, Prydania
Halls of the Haradvirki

Sören Högh walked with Kjell Svan as the Deputy Prime Minister and Prime Minister made their way from the Alþingi chambers through the halls of the Haradvirki. The walk to Högh's office was short, but the stress of the recently concluded day of business made it seem arduous.
Still, they talked as they walked through the marble floored halls, brisk enough to keep anyone who might be ease dropping from getting much of what they were saying unless they made a noticable effort to keep up.

"This whole thing is a mess, so long as Ísgeir's on his high horse..." Sören stopped himself. He should probably not be so forward in attacking a member of his own coalitoon. Kjell, though, seemed a bit more ragged. And if Sören was going to be polite then he wouldn't be.

"He's an idiot. The whole lot of 'em are."

Kjell had muttered it so only Sören could hear, but he chuckled.
"They're YOUR party after all."

"Já," Kjell replied.
"And they recruited me to be a babysitter. Only sometimes they don't want to take their veggies."

"Well they're young. They have... strong feelings on the matter."

"They need to realize," Kjell replied, "that they're elected representatives. It's time to grow up."

He stopped just long enough to push his glasses down his nose, run his eyes, and reposition his eyewear before continuing with his Deputy.
"That lot's stunts before have been manageable. They want to embargo a few communist fiskdós*and grandstand then that's all well and good but this is a bit more serious."

"So do you want me to shut Ísgeir out of the team we send to the AN?" Sören asked.
"Nothing's been agreed to except in general broad statements. We can keep the ungir* at home, and smooth this out over there."

"No," Kjell muttered.
"He's getting away with it because of how many PnB ÞMs* he has at his beck and call. If we box them out they'll raise bloody hell and we can't give Toft any opening on the front of coalition unity."

"So... what do you propose?"

"Send Ísgeir. But send him with someone else. Someone with a straight head on his shoulders, who'll be able to apply some Goddamn tact. Ísgeir goes over, he sees things aren't so black and white, and our position isn't dependent on him coming to terms with it either. His lot will soften their stance if he works to calm them down instead of us boxing them out."

"Did you have anyone in mind?"

Kjell nodded as they walked.
"Sonny Kofoed."

"You wan him recalled from Luscova?"

"He's what we need over there. And frankly? The embassy in Norsia can manage without Sonny there for a few days."

"That's fair enough," Sören said with a nod. Kjell sighed.

"Hopefully we can get some traction with the Andrennians, and get enough AN votes on our side to not entirely twiddle our thumbs."

"Well it MAY be more than just the Andrennians," Sören replied.
"The Scalvians are positioning themselves as some sort of regional policeofficer. Anyone that hopes to accomplish anything over there will have to talk to them."

Kjell sighed again, but chuckled a bit as they walked.
"The Scalvians don't join the AN but now they want a seat at that table?"

"It might be a way to entice them to join."

"Maybe," Kjell said gruffly. He knew it could happen, though he wasn't counting on it.

"They have their own proposal. One they're holding Sorovia to account for refusing as they invade Iolanta."

"The Scalvians," Kjell muttered.
"They think they can dictate the world."

"Well isn't it their position the one you want to nudge Ísgeir and the kiddies towards?"

"It's not a matter of positioning at this point, it's a matter of diplomacy. And whatever Ísgeir Aðaldal's faults are, I know the Scalvian mentality. I've dealt with them enough. Their bluntness isn't going to convince Ísgeir of anything. And like it or not how this goes with him blows back onto us as a government given who he's got whipped up into a frenzy around him."

"We can try to position Sonny as the lead with the Scalvians at the very least."

"Maybe," Kjell muttered before he cleared his throat as they entered Sören's office, the two of them taking a seat at the couch at the far end of the room.
"Have Ingrid call for a AN session, and reach out to the Andrennians that we're willing to discuss the Sorovia/Iolanta matter. And let the Scalvians know, if they wan to have a seat at that table, something can be arranged."

"Good. Ok," Sören nodded before Kjell's phone went off. The Prime Minister looked at it and stood.

"Max has something on the Ten Rings business. It's always something," he muttered.

"Well the job's a bitch. I'm glad I tricked you into taking it," Sören chuckled. Kjell returned the smirk, flashing his deputy a fingergun before taking off. Down another long walk down a hallway.

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*fiskdós- a very rude word
*ungir- youngins
*ÞMs- MPs

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Redery meeting (Full Avshrift*) | 08/02/79
Beckhamptonstow House, Ettwerp, Weskerby
Asterland, Osynstry, Esthursia
about 9h10 AST

"It happened?"
"It happened. The Sorovians have reached the Riska*."
Osborne took a brief look around the room. High Command had briefed the Redery* on the impending attack as early as December last year, explaining everyone's complete lack of surprise. If anything, some in the room had wondered why it had taken so long, and one or two were afraid the length of time it had taken would lead to a leak of Esthursian knowledge of the attack. Then again, leaks were rare nowadays, it wasn't 2010 anymore.
"That was bloody quick."

Sigrid Beck, the Redery's new International Co-operation minister taking the brunt of the work off of Osborne's predecessor, John Largan, had been in her role for just days - and yet she'd already had to handle the fallout of the Ultramontese earthquake and now the invasion of northern Iolanta.
"I have all the compiled responses from across the world-"
Reeve for Defence, Eldgyna Wells, waited for a suitable moment where Sigrid paused, then interrupted her. She appreciated her new counterpart's enthusiasm, but this was definitely not an issue where the world came before her role of defence, and if anything the gap in experience and age between the two added to that - Eldgyna was in politics before Sigrid had been born.
"Sorry, sorry, but we can leave the predictable global whining until after we've discussed the more important parts, Sigrid."

Afterthane Jeremy Wilson chimed in, "So how far have they got?"
Wells turned to the second-in-command, and began, pleased that young Wilson - of all people - had been the one to steer her back on course. "Thank you. High Command has informed us of the frontline, and of the recent victory in Kuusinimi... that is how you say it, isn't it?," with a small thumbs-up from Osborne ending her pause, "the Iolantans essentially aren't defending at the moment, though even 4UM* keyboard warriors can tell how little control Iolanta's government had over its north, at least as far as jurisdiction was concerned."
"Kuusinimi? They're in the north's capital now?"
"Aye. We hear that the Iolantans put up a barricade to stop the Sorovians entering in a chaotic last ditch effort, but that it lasted not any time at all."
Osborne rose his hand to stop his deputy asking a third closed question. "So, Edna, what's the status on our... involvement down there?"
"Well, there's minimal casualties - very minimal, we're talking single digits here - and High Command hasn't informed me of any casualties from our end, when it comes to Esthursian volunteers." The word volunteers made Wells smile briefly.
"Great. I shall send for our diplomats to reiterate Esthursia's backing to Sorovia on this one... and Sigrid, you can unveil the... opinion document, if you will."
A few strained audible groans, including a roll of the eyes from Sigrid, before she began. Whether they were at Osborne or at the world, it was hard to tell.
"Well, Harold, we'll start with the predictable ones. Scalvia, Andrenne, both spoke out against the invasion."
"... is that it? The local grumbler and only one Western intervention?"
"Hexastalia has spoke out in favour of it in much the same way we're preparing to, with caution but reiterated backing, while Prydania has... well... it's hard to tell for now, because there seems to be quite a lot bubbling under the surface, but I'd put money on them positioning either neutral or slightly in favour of the Sorovians, with a push for the AN to hold a referendum there."
"That's... far better than I was expecting."

"The Scalvians have-"
"-yes, yes, they've thrown everything and the kitchen sink at Sorovia, and yes, that included putting a wall between mainland Esthursia and Sorovia for trade and customs... they've been threatening this one for months. I wasn't expecting them to go this far, or to rope us into it, but it was absolutely on the list of options."
A bit of murmuring, but Osborne's next sentence put minds at ease.
"I had the Chancellor* draw up a contingency plan ages ago, businesses, wapentakes* and banks have been briefed on the "risk" and we'll take any losses out of the investment we're sending to them. We've also wound down a few parts of the unilateral trade concessions we gave following the downturn in the trade deal last year and the end of the UAS. We have also briefed the Chancellor on preventative measures if Scalvia chooses to close trade and then attempt to default on its debt with us following the frustration of bank contracts."
Osborne pushed on. "As for Andrenne, any concerns on the matter, fair enough. At the end of the day, they've just watched a democracy invade a neighbour without an ultimatum. I'm sure any concerns will be straightened out through AN mediation."
John Largan, now the AN's ambassador, turned around. "Don't you think this will aggravate the situation? I mean sure, Esthursia can quite easily recoup any losses Scalvia attempt to incur, but what about long-term prospects?"
"A country who are willing to literally throw themselves in front of a freight train to stop it running to Korvola probably aren't going to make the most lucrative trade, nor reliable diplomatic, partner, John." A few forced laughs, and John responded. "As it is, there are no long-term prospects without a serious juncture from the current path."

"Fair enough, Harold. What of the AN? I hope we're planning on involving them as much as possible, the only way the end of Iolantan apartheid will be brought about securely is if the democratic world is agreeing to its terms."
Alfred Frome, the Reeve for the Ellands*, fielded this one. "We'll push for the AN to be involved, welcome the Prydanians' suggestion of a referendum, and basically push for anything that legitimises what the people of north Iolanta want. If given the choice between a backwater apartheid oligarchy who actively hate your race and a wealthy secure democratic republic with a robust welfare state, which are you choosing?"
"Sorovia are on board with this, no?"
"Osborne there has spoken to Andersson recently over that one, and she seemed receptive to the idea, yes."

"Have we any preparations for any further blowback from Volshan? If Scalvia are going to shoot themselves in the foot, Volshan might join in."
"... I would hope not... but again, the Chancellor has his own provisions. I expect Volshan might take the position of eff-them-both, but whether that implicates us is a different matter entirely - frankly, any sign that Volshan shuns Iolanta would be warmly received by my office anymorrow*, following that disaster of an offer to allow Iolanta in their commuter zone-I mean, A5* market. Plus, trade to Sorovia would still go on from there, just through Tardine and straight through the Velvet Wall*, after all, should they hold the double-edged sword by the blade. After all, Volshan is still believed to be a reliable and important market, even withstanding its allergy to regulation and the Aurorean reconstruction cost, and more importantly, there is still good will to be found. Have our diplomats reiterate the point if it ever comes to pass."
Wilson turned to the Forethane, who seemed unusually... sit-back* on this one. "You're not going to retaliate if they do the same that Scalvia did?"
"Of course not. There are so many backdoors in the situation where Volshan embargoes Sorovia, and them blocking customs would not be any problem for Esthursian-Sorovian trade in the way that Tamm's... whatever that was, happened to be. Likewise, Volshan is eminently more heavy*."

Largan considered for a moment, but found himself agreeing begrudgingly, so pushed on. "... fair enough. Do we have any word from the Opposition as of yet?"
The party chair, David Holmfirth - a highly aged Norwaller*, white haired and slightly grizzled - spoke up to answer this specific question. "The Moderates have contacted me for a briefing, yes."
"Allow it. It's important that we work across party lines for an issue suchlike this."
"Well heard." Holmfirth left the meeting abruptly. He had a habit of doing that, and he was far too old to listen to anyone tell him to stop at this point.
Wilson returned to questioning. "Is this going to affect our Army 2035* plans?"
Osborne ignored the question.
"Now, to the STRIVE Act."
The Chancellor, Edelard Burnside, walked into the room, as the group began to divert onto the economic legislation planned for the month.

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"Has Megnyere Swyeland* been approved by the [REDACTED] yet?"
"Aye, last week, [REDACTED] sent his word."
"Wonderful. Is the apparatus already-"
"That's been set up, yes, thanks to recent events allowing for such. The agencies are ready to investigate the necessary persons on suspicion. The [REDACTED] are on board with the plan too."
"This power is going to be used expressly for [REDACTED], is that understood, for our security?"
"Of course, that is of mutual understanding."
line hangs up

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Avshrift - Transcript (lit. "of hearing", with shrift having historical religious connotations, similar journey to minister in Mercanti)
Riska - the river Riska, in mid-north Iolanta
Redery - the Cabinet of Esthursia, the top advisory body to (and of) the government
4UM - a Hexastalian social media company, stereotyped here as being unnecessarily "nerdy"
Chancellor - the economic minister of Esthursia, presently Edelard Burnside, who draws up the yearly budget
wapentake - council/district, local administration (e.g. the 39 Wapentakes of Brantley)
Reeve for the Ellands - Foreign Minister (lit. Advisor for the Elsewhere/Other lands)
anymorrow - any of these days (anyday)
A5 - the customs market between Ultramont, Tardine, Volshan, occupied Aurorea and Scalvia
Velvet Wall - the Esthursian term for the view that the trade war between the A5 and V4 is flimsy, partly reversing and weak with many easy routes around
sit-back - the Atlish word for a politician or person who is "easygoing" or willing to compromise/let something happen out of his control
heavy - Atlish word for "important", literally "carries greater weight". Esthurs often extend Atlish words beyond their original meaning
Norwaller - a person from Norwall, a constituent country north of Osynstry and east of Helmark of which Brantley is the capital
Army 2035 (Værd2080 in Atlish) - the decade's plan for the Esthursian military capacity and strategy, last released in March 2014, ending on New Year 2025
Megnyere Swyeland - Operation Swyeland

Office of the Prime Minister of Hexastalia
February 8, 2024

Prime Minister Istvan pursed her lips and leaned forwards in her chair. Across her desk sat President Imre Pethes, Director of Defense Roland Vadas, and Director of Foreign Affairs Amanda Voss. “Alright. Sorovia’s fun time is over. How did the statement go over?”

“It went over well domestically, polling shows that a majority of Hexastalians support Sorovia’s operations in Iolanta.” Voss stated, “No comments on it from foreign governments so far.”

“Good. That’s what I hoped to hear. Roland, how is Sorovian progress?”

The director pulled out a tablet and placed it on the table. The eyepatch wearing former officer pulled up images from Iolantan social media. On screen were pictures of Sorovian soldiers and vehicles rolling through urban streets. “Kuusinimi, the regional capital. It seems they’ve captured it rather easily. Very little blood has been shed from the looks of it.”

“And Godfather?” Istvan dropped her voice down a bit in volume as if she were asking a secret from a friend, though everyone in the room knew of Godfather’s presence in Sorovia.

Vadas cleared his throat and adjusted his eyepatch. He scrolled to blurry images of the AEW&C* aircraft that was stationed in Sorovia. “It’s hard to hide a plane, especially a big one like the LR/12. But, we’re doing our best to do so and the Sorovians are too. No comments have been made from foreign governments on Godfather’s involvement in the conflict.” He looked up with a slight twinkle in his one good eye, “And… It's the best training that the command and control gents have ever had. Great test for the equipment too.”

“You get a bit too excited about armed conflict sometimes, Roland. You know that?” Istvan drummed her fingers across the table and looked back to Director Voss. “Give me a run down of the international reactions, if you’d please.”

“Of course.” Voss pulled a thick stack of papers from her briefcase onto the desk. “Might as well start with the good stuff. Tardine, Esthursia, and Prydania have all issued statements of support.”

“That's good. It’s on par with what I expected though, no surprises here. The Prydanians are good people, I knew they wouldn’t stand for the situation in Iolanta.”

President Pethes interjected for a moment, “I met their King, Toby, back in Fjarmagn. Good kid. I’m not surprised that he’s on our side in this one.”

Istvan nodded, “And now for the part we’ve all been looking forward to. Mrs. Voss, the rest of the reactions?”

Voss shuffled her papers and pulled out a paper displaying the emblem of the Scalvian Ministry of Foreign Affairs and International Cooperation. “The Scalvians have, as we expected, been highly critical of the invasion. They’ve leveled sanctions against Sorovia, including closing their borders to all overland commerce from Sorovia, closing their airspace to Sorovian airlines, and banning all defense exports to Sorovia. Esthursia plans to retaliate against Scalvia economically.”

Istvan groaned and leaned back in her chair. After staring at the ceiling for a long second she replied, “They refused to sanction Iolanta for all this time but the second Sorovia tried to actually do something about the situation there, boom, there’s the sanctions.” She sighed, “Are they trying to destroy their economy? They’ve soured the relations they have with every country they border. I get that they like their guns but they should try to not shoot themselves in the feet for once.”

“It’s not like this will have a severe impact on either Sorovia or Esthursia. Esthursia is blocked from its overland route to Sorovia, but they’re still able to transport goods there by sea or air.” Pethes explained “And it’s not like the other A5 members are taking a similar approach. Tardine tacitly supports Sorovia and Ultramont hasn’t even made a statement on the matter. As my friend in the Esthursian embassy called it, it’s a Velvet Wall.”

“It does slightly inconvenience our military research and development though.” Director Vadas pointed out. “Ethimissile products can’t be exported to Sorovia. We’re lucky they rejected the option of fitting their frigates with Ethimissile VLS**. So much for trying to standardize V4 missile systems.”

Voss nodded in agreement, “I’d recommend postponing some of the plans we had that might have involved Scalvian equipment for the time being.”

Vadas put his hands up, “No argument from me. We might want to look elsewhere for some of our future procurement plans.”

“Alright, what can we do about this?” Istvan said while reading the Scalvian statement.

“Frankly? Not much. Scalvia is a major trading partner for us. We don’t want to compromise our own economy too much here. For now, I say we just reiterate our position and make a public criticism of Scalvia’s.” Voss stated. She shrugged, “I’ll try to set up a meeting with the Scalvian ambassador to discuss the issue but no promises on that.”

Istvan nodded “Okay, get on that once we’re done, please, Amanda.”

“Will do. Let’s see who else we’ve got. Radio silence from Ultramont and Aubervijr, they might be waiting to make a statement. Volshan sanctioned both Sorovia and Iolanta.”

“Go figure, Volshan being contrarian.”

“And Andrenne raised a stink about Sorovia not following what Andrenne sees as proper military procedure.”

“Fair that they’d be worried about the lack of ultimatum beforehand but they should understand not every country follows the same rules that Andrenne does. Anyone else?”

“The military dictator of Anmativeda spoke out in support of Iolanta.”

The Prime Minister sighed “Doesn’t he have anything better to do? Like commit a genocide or lose a civil war? Eh, fine, whatever. He’s irrelevant to the situation anyways. Is that everything?”

“Yes.”

“Good”.”



*Airborne Early Warning & Control
**vertical launch system

Conference Room of the Royal Palace
Kardenccia, CD - Tardine
Shortly after the Scalvian Sanction of Sorovia

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*Helat: Hello in Tardineanni.

*Duhren Emperai Regnam: Your Imperial Ruler/Governor, the Emperor's demonym and most respectful way to address the Supreme Leader of Tardine.

*The addressing code during reunions was instated after the second crowning of Kardenccia II, in 1818.

*The Akhor family and its two most notable members, Rikari (conqueror of the Assuran Colony, nowadays Esthursia) and Reina/Duke Desmun (the one who made the Assurani economy be twice as profitable as it was before his rule). They gained the peerage after Rikari's death, lost it after the Aristocrats Coup of 1813 (which stablished the short lived Republic of Tardine), and gained it again now, as Jasemir reinstated the nobility titles as a way to honor those who fought in the civil war.

*There's a saying that goes like this: "Tardine is divided into three powers, but instead of legislative, executive and judicial it's actually, the Kladerais, the Prime Minister and the Director of the TIA", which summarizes how much power these figures have in the nation.

>> S//{ACCESS-MAINFRAME-DATABASE};
>> S//{ESTABLISH-COMMUNICATION-DATABASE};
>> S//{ESTABLISH-CONNECTION-DATABASE);
>> DISPLAY_'PRIMARY CONNECTION ESTABLISHED'_MESSAGE;
>> [ACCESS-LOCKED], DISPLAY_'AUTHENTICATION REQUIRED'_MESSAGE;

>> S//{INPUT-AUTHENTICATION}, DISPLAY_'REQUIRED PASSCODE=[71490]'_MESSAGE;
>> S//{INPUT-AUTHENTICATION}, RECEIVED_[71490]_PASSCODE-INPUT;
>> S//{RUN_'VERIFY-BIOMETRIC-DATA'_PROGRAM};

>> MATCHING DATA <<
>> REMOTE AUTHENTICATION PROCESSING <<
>> STAND-BY <<
>> ACCESS GRANTED <<
>> WELCOME, NULL-AGENT 'TOVW', CODENAME: 'THE CHARIOT' <<

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>>S//secure-comm_link/I74sv0_null/0042/
>>Secure channel ready to use<<

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SIDE NOTES:

L-Erbgħa, 6 ta' Settembru, 2023
Casa Aquila, Güney Antalya, State of Iolanta
9:45 AM

FIVE MONTHS AGO

Chaim Montefiore is an old man. He can get stuck in his ways. In this situation, he has no choice. Especially when the Sorovian newspapers laid out on his desk have the following headlines:

REPUBLIC PARLIAMENTARIANS URGE STRONGER BORDER STANCE
August 3

GOVERNMENT RELEASE STATEMENT ON IOLANTI DEFENSE MINISTRY
August 9

PARLIAMENT APPROVES LEGISLATION ALLOWING FOR THE DEPLOYMENT OF SOROVIAN TROOPS ON FOREIGN SOIL
September 4

The latest was from two days ago. The foreign minister, Valent Comitianus, sent a draft statement to Montefiore. The copy is partially hidden under one of the newspapers.

It was a diplomatic protest to the Sorovian parliament's recent decision. Although it did not refer to Iolanta directly, there is no other place on Eras where the Sorovians need to deploy their forces. The implication of such a move strongly suggests an impending invasion.

The phone is ringing.

Montefiore picked up the phone.

"Bongu?"

A familiar voice answers, "Buongiorno, Signor Montefiore."

Il-Ġimgħa, 13 ta' Ottubru, 2023
Il-Palazz tas-Senat
9:33 PM

FOUR MONTHS AGO

"I spoke with Signora Gonfaloniere." Jasmine Caffari said. "She advised us to gather as many people as we can and stay in one secure place."

She is standing on the elevated platform of the Speaker's Chair. From there, she watches over the crowd of senators gathered in the chamber. She glanced at her aide-de-camp, Colonel Sayfan Yechezkel. His hand has been glued on the holster of his gun since they left the Palace.

"Is he supposed to be armed?" Speaker Amber Spiteri commented.

Caffari shook her head. "What's happening right now is not supposed to happen. He's trying to reciprocate."

"What's the meaning of this?!" A woman's shout pierced above the general noise.

It was Aysel Jafarova. She headed straight towards Caffari.

She asks, "Why did you invoke a special session for the Senate?"

Caffari tries to explain, "It's for our protection-"

"It's fucking nine o'clock in the evening!" Jafarova growled. "My family is scared. Especially with that bullshit on television."

"What did you hear from the television?" Spiteri asked.

Jafarova answered, "The tanks in the old Predicean base are moving out. TVINews-Plus insists something suspicious is going on."

Caffari sighed. She cannot keep it to herself any longer.

"Montefiore is planning a coup."

Spiteri and Jafarova widened their eyes at Caffari.

She quickly raised her hands to calm them. "I invited the Prediceans to come here. Everything is under control." She looked at Jafarova. "Yes. It's them on the tanks."

"Where's Nuncio?" Jafarova asked.

Caffari shook her head. "Montefiore got to him first. He and the rest of the cabinet."

Spiteri gasps. "Il-Madonna!"

"Il-Aziz." Jafarova reacted.

The doors to the chamber shot open. It turned everyone's heads towards it.

Caffari smiled. It was Vice Admiral Vittorio Emanuele de Falco.

He salutes her. "At your service, Eccellenza!"

Il-Ħamis, 15 ta' Ottubru, 2023
Casa Gazzella
6:38 AM

Chaim Montefiore, as Acting Prime Minister in all but name, took the special chair behind Farrugia's old desk. All of his colleague's belongings are still here. Chief Justice Lar Trevisan and Vice Admiral de Falco sat in the two chairs in front of the desk. They waited quietly as Montefiore read a paper copy of the latest statement from the Sorovian Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"As a result of the recent circumstances, Sorovia has seen it fit for a complete and total withdrawal of its diplomatic force from Iolanta. We urge the Iolanti government to halt its actions-" Montefiore crumpled the paper into a ball.

He sneered. "Fucking idiots. All of them."

"This isn't good," said Chief Justice Lar Trevisan. "So... Is it true that we have lost control over the I.A.F. forces in Northern Iolanta?"

"Yes!" Montefiore threw the paper across the room. "I don't know how. I don't know why. But they seem organized. They have chosen one Colonel Flavius Marsicus to be their spokesperson."

He looked down at the L-Orizzont newspaper laid out on the desk. The headline reads Sorovia announces military buildup on Iolanti border. He folded the newspaper and dropped it in the waste bin beside him.

"That is not what I heard." Vice Admiral de Falco informed. "The mutinying commanders are split along the lines of their friends and relatives ruling the Don Republics."

Trevisan raised an eyebrow. "Don Republics? You mean the landlords?"

"Si." Montefiore sighed. "Those sneaky bastards. Not all of them have the balls to represent their interests personally in the Senat. They usually send their son or wife to do their dirty work here."

"They are quite dangerous." The Vice Admiral took out a folder under his arm. "Mind you, these men, despite the corruption, are military-trained." He puts it on Montefiore's desk. "They have control of the bases and the arsenals in the north. Putting them down will be...costly."

Trevisan comments, "At least our control of the Royal Carabinieri remains mostly intact."

The Vice Admiral glances at Trevisan. "Mostly. I have reports confirming podestas and Carabinieri officers taking over entire towns and villages. Twelve civilians have been killed trying to resist them. Four of them were local officials." He pointed at a page in the folder as Montefiore read its continents. "So far, twenty police officers were arrested. Only three resisted and died in the process."

"Does this also include encounters with rogue I.A.F. soldiers?" Trevisan asked.

The Vice Admiral frowned. "I'm afraid not. The casualties in those encounters are more than fifty now."

Montefiore nods. "This will get worse if we don't restore order. It must be done sooner." He looked at the Vice Admiral. "Admiral, we are grateful for your efforts. But I must ask you to return to Palazzo del Governatore. The government needs to understand who is in charge now."

The Vice Admiral stood up and saluted Montefiore. They watched him leave.

Trevisan leans forward, looking back at the closed door to check if the Vice Admiral is still there.

He asks, "Are you sure we should rely on the Prediceans to keep the government together?"

"Until you formally assume the office of Administrator. For now, the Prediceans and the I.A.F. will be the link between us and the rest of the bureaucracy."

Il-Ħamis, 8 ta' Frar, 2024
Pjazza Indipendenza, Kuusinimi
8:38 PM

"AVANTI MAVOIA!"

"AVANTI!"

"VIVA IOLANTA!"

"VIVA!"

Podesta Onesto Erkkilä watched nervously from the top of the steps to Municipal Hall as the crowd that filled the square shouted patriotic chants in support of Iolanta. The Sorovian Defense Forces were probably not expecting ethnic Sorovians and the evil ruling minorities to unite like this.

The crowd is likely middle and upper-class. It's always them who make such overdramatic scenes. That explains why half the square is empty. News and information spreading all over social media have accused many ethnic Sorovians of being spies and traitors. A few ethnic Sorovian residents, all of whom were working-class, had to surrender to the Royal Carabinieri for protection. They were easy targets.

"We did a good job protecting everyone," said Lieutenant Colonel Alcino Mäkitalo, Carabinieri provincial commander.

"Si." Erkkilä pointed inside Municipal Hall, at the two SDF soldiers flanking a large portrait of Grand Doge Vittorio Emanuele. "I'm surprised they haven't pulled down that thing. Or the national flag."

"The S.D.F. commander said it's not a priority." Mäkitalo snorted. "He is currently occupied with the Consiglio Comunale."

Loud voices could be heard echoing inside the Municipal Hall.

Erkkilä shook his head. "Il-Aziz! They must be shouting at him."

"They may have been spared a united I.A.F. response." Mäkitalo nodded. "But, in my opinion, the old people are the real enemy."

"Speaking of the I.A.F." Erkkilä looked around before he moved closer to Mäkitalo. "How will the Sorovians deal with the Don Republics?"

"I hope it will be quick." Mäkitalo crossed his arms. "But I doubt it will be. Those demonji have full stockpiles and arsenals."

Erkkilä nodded. "The S.D.F. can only see as far as the roads can take them. By now, the I.A.F. soldiers must have set a distance between them and the roads, spread out in the isolated stretches of landlord territory. All over the highlands and forests."

It-Tnejn, 12 ta' Frar, 2024
Mahmud X High School, Güney Antalya
10:38 AM

"Hurry up! Lunch break is gonna be over soon!"

Hayir did not bother to respond. He was looking for the note he tried to pass to Frederica.

Rekola, that weirdo, threw the note away. He then spoke in that weird language.

Whatever he said, Hayir just listened. It was better to stay quiet with him. Everyone tried to understand him. But he kept pushing everyone away.

Ever since the Sorovian invasion, Rekola has been very quiet. His eyes are always glued to the phone.

Hayir spotted the note on the floor.

"Insha-aziz!" He cried out.

But as he reached down, he was distracted by another note. It is on Rekola's desk, written in surprisingly good Aurorian Mehrabic. But it wasn't Rekola's ability to write the language that surprised him:

Our forces have already begun attacking the heathen scum.
Our engineers have been cutting communication lines,
our infantry destroying the enemy's military capability.
They think us weak, they think us beaten.
We will educate them on underestimating our devotion as the true followers of Karvonen.
Death to the Heretic,
Praise be to Karvonen.

The sound of gunfire and screams erupt from the hallway.

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Godfather
4 February 2024
Sorovian Airspace
2:58 AM

Kapitány* Jakob Koszorús took a sip of his warm cup of tea. As he had quite rudely discovered, Sorovia was cold, and being in a poorly heated flying tin can several thousand meters in the air made that no less apparent to him. His supply of spruce tea was the only relief he could find on this deployment; though of course this wasn’t a deployment, not officially.

Sorovia had notified the Hexastalian of its intentions to intervene in Iolanta months ago. It also asked for one thing that Hexastalia could provide and Sorovia didn’t have: an airborne early warning and control plane. So here he was, sitting in his TJ/12’s cabin in the cold and illuminated only by the lights of his displays and controls.

Captain Koszorús adjusted the microphone on his headset and looked at the timer in the corner of his work screen.
10…
He grabbed a clipboard of papers and skimmed them briefly.
5…
4…
3…
He cleared his throat and hovered his finger over the transmit button on his keyboard.
2…
1…
3:00 AM. Operation Orcus was on. Captain Koszorús tapped the button to begin his transmission as his colleague flipped the switch on the massive airborne radar dish mounted above their heads. “Sunrise, sunrise, sunrise. All Sorovian air assets participating in Operation Orcus, this is Godfather, I am assuming operational control of all assets in the AO.”

Captain Koszorús scanned his radar screen as information filled it. He could see everything. Sorovian fighter jets skirted the border, itching to cross over and have some fun. An airliner flew high above, oblivious to what would happen below it. The Iolantan side was much quieter, a handful of fighter aircraft patrolled the airspace. He narrowed in on a pair of fighters that were nearest to a group of Sorovian aircraft. “Viski 1-1, Godfather, BRA, bearing to intercept 106, range 62 kilometers, 5000 meters, two Bandits. Read back.”*

The heavily accented voice of the Sorovian pilot speaking in Mercanti crackled over the radio, “Godfather, Viski 1-1, I read back: two bandits on intercept 106, 62, 5000.”

“Correct, Viski 1-1.” Captain Koszorús checked his clipboard to confirm the following information. “Weapons tight. Clear to engage, Viski 1-1. Godfather, out.”

He watched as Viski 1-1 and his wingman dropped out of formation and began to close with the Iolantan jets. The din of his colleagues directing other air assets across the front had filled the cabin of the TJ/12. Viski 1-1 and his wingman were across the border in moments. It took the Iolantan jets crucial seconds to be notified of the incursion in their direction. By the time the Iolantans had wheeled their jets around to attempt to intercept Viski, the call of “Viski 1-1, Fox Three.”* had already come over the radio. The Iolantans tried to engage and dumped countermeasures, from the look on the radar but it was of no use as one of the radar blips was replaced by numerous smaller tracks.

The second jet fared better as its missile missed. It pulled out of its maneuvers and began to close with the Sorovians. “Viski 1-1, 1-2, Godfather, splash one, one bandit closing.”

The aircraft flew straight at each other and almost at the same moment both Viski 1-2 and the Iolantan jet launched a missile.

“Viski 1-1, defending.” Came the call over the radio from the targeted Sorovian. His voice was still calm despite the stress now placed upon him. He deftly began his evasive maneuvers with the practiced precision of a pilot with hundreds of hours behind the stick.

In a very different scenario was his wingman, “Viski 1-2, Fox Three.” The missile blipped up on Captain Koszorús’ screen a moment after it was off the rail.

The captain watched with bated breath as Viski 1-1 performed his twirling maneuvers towards the ground all the while dumping countermeasures. As the missile gained was nearly on him, he whipped his jet into a high-G climb and the missile’s momentum caused it to overshoot. “Viski 1-1, threat defeated.”

Captain Koszorús let out his held breath. He returned his attention to the Sorovian missile. Unfortunately the Iolantan was fresh out of luck, or perhaps worse trained, or the Sorovian missiles were better. No matter the reason, the captain watched as the Iolantan’s track disappeared.

“Viski 1-2, Godfather, splash one bandit. Over.” He scanned the radar screen for any more Iolantans to send Viski after. It was quiet, for now. It wouldn’t be for long. Across the board the Sorovians had been conducting their air war without many issues. To the captain that was impressive and slightly surprising. Had Iolanta been this destabilized that it couldn’t put up a proper defense?

He wasn’t being paid to think about that, though. “Viski 1-1, 1-2, Godfather, enter a holding pattern at bullseye being transmitted to you now. Flight level 7500 meters. Standby for further instructions. Out.”



*Kapitány=Captain
*BRA= Bearing Range Altitude. To translate this to English, Godfather is telling the jet “Viski 1-1” that the two “bandits” (enemy aircraft) are flying on a bearing of 106 degrees, 62 kilometers away, at 5000 meters above sea level
*Fox three is a tactical brevity code used to refer to the launch of a active radar guided missile

the present
Fjármagn, Esþursia

Ragna Veirod cleared her voice. The AN's founding had been an event a year in a making. And no sooner had it formed then two crises had erupted. Right now though, she had to address the matter of Sorovia invading Iolanta.

The issue itself was a complicated one. While Iolanta's apartheid regime was almost universally loathed within the AN, not everyone thought the Sorovians had the right to invade, or that it was the best solution to the problem. Her own government was divided on that question. And the AN couldn't do nothing. One of its members had just invaded another sovereign state.

And there was the Scalvian situation to consider.

She took a sip of some water.

"As Secretary General I feel it is paramount that the AN prove its worth immediately by addressing the Sorovian invasion of Iolanta. Sorovia is a member nation of the AN, and launched this invasion in line with what it believes our core values represent- freedom, self-determination, and dignity of the governed. Yet as this war continued, lives are lost, families are shattered, and the land the Sorovians are attempting to liberate is suffering from the affects of war. Which are, regardless of how carefully planned military operations may be, unavoidable."

"I know that we stand united in disgust and opposition to Iolanta's aparthied regime and stand united in the belief that its citizens of Sorovian ethnicity fully deserve the freedoms this organization was founded on. Yet in order to negotiate an end to this conflict and save further lives and destruction, we must hear from those who are in support of this invasion, those who oppose it, and to explore a path forward where we can bring freedom to the oppressed people of Iolanta peacefully. "

"In my duties as Secretary General I will serve as the mediator overseeing this debate and, God willing, resolution. In the interests of inpartiality my government's position will be taken up by Ambassador Sonny Kofoed and Herra Ísgeir Aðaldal, the Þingmaður for Kopanes og Bæjum in the Prydanian Alþingi."

Sonny Kofoed sipped his glass of brennivín and smiled for a moment before he returned to his notes. Ísgeir sat beside him, looking a bit nervous. He was still in his twenties after all... and this... well... he supposed he asked for this...

one day earlier
in the air, between Fjármagn, Esþursia and Býkonsviði, Prydania

Ísgeir noticed the Royal Prydanian Air Force Drakon-D flying alongside their jet. No one was taking any chances after that Ten Rings attack and kidnapping of the Iraelian AN Ambassador.

"Ever seen a jet that close before?" Sonny asked as he sipped his brennivín.

"No," Ísgeir replied.
"During the War we'd see some dogfights. We got good at identifying the planes from the ground. FRE, Syndie, Gojan, Andrennian, Xentheridan... but I never saw one up close until we got to the airport."

"Ah well... they're cool things, really. Kind of awe inspiring to be near one. You really get a sense of how dangerous and mighty they are."

Ísgeir nodded and glanced at the Drakon jet out the window before he returned his glance to the Norsian Ambassador. Of course Norsia was a very close ally and friend. Sonny wouldn't be missed in Luscova for a week or three. Still, Ísgeir kind of resented him? It felt like he was being sent here to babysit him. He knew he'd essentially forced the Prime Minister's hand. And knew that Svane wouldn't appreciate that. And normally he wouldn't have done it, but he couldn't not in this case, and if having a chaperone was the cost, so be it.

"You sound like you've seen some up close," Ísgeir added.
"Were you a pilot in the War?"

"Me? No," Sonny remarked, taking another sip of his drink.
"I was a soldier. Unicorn Group."

"That was William Aubyn's group?"

"It was," Sonny replied with a smile.
"I got selected to escort Alycia Saitta-Severyn around when she came to the FRE on a diplomatic mission from her mother. After the War, when Alycia became Empress of Norsia, they made me an ambassador. She knew me and trusted me. Made sense."
He took another sip.

"So," Ísgeir chuckled.
"You're not a trained diplomat."

"No, no no... I think they were desperate at the time. Thank God I didn't fok anything up, right? They might have gotten rid of me! But I must have done a good job. I've survived four Prime Ministers since the War ended."

"Maybe because Norisa is easy mode for Prydanian diplomacy," Ísgeir replied. He was intentionally trying to provide the man. See if he took offence. Instead Sonny just chuckled, nodded, shrugged, and took another sip.

Ísgeir squinted just a bit, trying to figure him out.
"But they clearly think you did something right. They sent you to watch over me."

"They sent us, I don't know where you got that other stuff from."

"Oh come on," Ísgeir said with an exacerbated chuckle.
"I got the PnB caucus all uppity, they had to send me, and you're here to reign me in."

"I'm glad I'm not a politician in training," Sonny remarked as he sipped his drink again, "otherwise I might be as cynical as you."
He smiled. Thing was... Ísgeir was right. Of course Sonny couldn't do his job if Ísgeir knew that, so he had to deflect a bit.

"You're as much of a politician as me. You fought in the War, ended up an ambassador, I fought in the War and ended up elected to the Alþingi. Only you got to escort Princesses, and I had to fight the Syndies behind enemy lines to keep my family out of the camps."

Ísgeir's tone went from light if prickly to deadly serious. Sonny raised an eyebrow. He truly didn't want to make light of the kid. Collectivization in Erkiengill was brutal, and those who fought had to do it deep behind Syndie lines as the FRE tried to push west. And Ísgeir's age... he must have been fighting as a kid. That... that couldn't have been easy. But at the same time...

"You ever met the Queen?" he asked, referring to Alycia.

"A few times, when she and the King visit the Alþingi," Ísgeir answered.

"If you ever get the chance, get to know her. Then you'll know I had no easy time escorting her as a Princess," he said with a disarming smile.

"So if the government doesn't want you to keep an eye on me... why'd they send you of all people?"

"The Norsians are behind the Luscova Pact and the CEA. I wasn't just Prydania's ambassador to Norsia, I represented Prydania at the negotiations to found both. I have a track record in these situations."

That was the truth. Not the whole truth of why he was sent, but a part of it. It wasn't a lie at least.

"So it's not because Svane doesn't trust me?"

"No," Sonny answered. That... that was a lie.
"But consider this. Your party is called Peace not Blood..."

"We're not pacifists," Ísgeir shot back, somewhat annoyed, but Sonny nodded.

"I know, I know. But if there is a peaceful option then surely we should explore that? After all, why extend the loss of life unnecessarily?"

"How long have people allowed Iolantan oppression to go on? We need to take a stand against it. Sorovia is doing that."

"I think," Sonny said, as he sipped the last of his drink and set his glass down before he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
"That if you find yourself just a bit more flexible you'll be able to get what you want... and safe a few lives in the process."

That... that wasn't a lie. At least Sonny hoped it wasn't.

the present
Fjármagn, Esþursia

Sonny looked through some papers and leaned into his mic.
"I understand that we all have various positions on this matter, but we all want the same thing in the end. I think we should keep that in mind. I also think we have to face an unavoidable reality."

He paused to sip his brennivín.

"Iolanta has no place here. It is my hope that we arrive at a compromise that appeases all parties, and is something we can impose on the Iolantans, to give them the choice between peaceful deconstruction of their apartheid system or continued war. But there is another power in the region, one that does wield not inconsiderable influence in Auroria and beyond. I speak, of course, of the Scalvian Federation. They are a state that my government, and I know many of yours, wished would have joined as a founding AN member. Yet... they chose not to. Despite this, taking into account their considerable influence in the region of conflict and the fact that their nation's values of democracy, freedom, and an open and fair society match those of the AN, I would like to propose that representatives from Scalvia be invited to these negotiations. Not only can their presence potentially lead to a more well-rounded peace, but in doing so we prove to them that the AN is an organization they can trust and, perhaps some day, consider joining."

Býkonsviði, Prydania
"If I'd wanted to, I could have summoned the Scalvian ambassador myself and cut out the middlemen," Kjell remarked dryly with a smirk. Ragnar Axetill and Thane Mathies of Jórvík, however, weren't smiling.

The two men were very different. Ragnar came from what was a middle class family from Vesturmark. He'd spent the Civil War as an enlisted Syndicalist Republican Army soldier, mostly to spare his family. And Thane Mathies was a nobleman, the head of the last major Bayardi family left, who had been an FRE leader.
But despite these differences they had two important things in common- they were both the heads of major Prydanian companies and were both doing very well doing business through Scalvia.

"I don't think jokes are going to help the matter, Herra Prime Minister," Mathies replied.

"I have to agree with the Thane," Ragnar added.

"Forgive me gentlemen," Kjell replied, smiling and wondering if they'd start harmonizing.

"This is a very tense matter and you'll forgive me if I don't think a joke here and there to lighten the mood is the worst thing."

"We understand that," Ragnar replied.
"Our concerns are part of why it's so complicated, granted. But Prydania should be proud of what our businesses have achieved."

"We very much are," Kjell answered.
"But governments do not have to be in lockstep to create business opportunities."

"But such opportunities can be delicate."
Mathies shifted a bit in his chair.
"That Vantage plant in Alaterva created jobs. Jobs, Herra Prime Minister, the public will associate with your governance. And I'm in a position to bring more of that to Prydania. Our negotiations to sell a portion of Midland Motors will bring more Vantage investment. But international spats like this don't help the climate of these negotiations."

"I'd hardly call it a spat," Kjell replied. He glanced over at Ragnar and then back to Mathies.
"I'm a diplomat by training, gentlemen. I'm no stranger to a tense climate. But one disagreement won't stop these business opportunities from happening. After all they make money too."

"It's more than just what happens in the boardroom," Ragnar said as he leaned forward in his chair just a bit.

"Rax is in fourteen countries, five of them Aurorian. Our Scalvian market is among our most consistent one on the continent. And our HQ over there. Scalvia is how we access all of Auroria. If this regrettable War is escalated further and the differences in position magnified then Scalvians might view Rax because of its Prydanian nature badly and..."

Kjell wanted to say "no one's ever stopped eating steiktsvínakjöt because of politics," but he felt more dry Austurland humour wouldn't go over well. Instead he just raised his hand a bit to stop Ragnar.

"I understand the point, gentlemen, thank you. And I can assure you both that His Majesty's government considers this a nuanced matter. We have not rejected the Scalvian position out of hand and have invited them to the AN's temporary home in Esþursia to partake in a negotiated settlement. They refused to join the AN, remember. Yet we're not going to let them be boxed out here, because despite whatever disagreements there are we value our relationship and cooperation with them."

"That's all very reassuring," Maties replied,
"I think I can speak for Herra Axetill and myself and our associates when I say we just think it's in our country's best interests to hear the Scalvian position out a bit more."

"Gentlemen," Kjell began as he too leaned forward just a bit in his chair.
"Parliamentary politics is a hell of a thing," he said looking at Maties. Who knew damn well that was true, having only lost his Peer seat three years ago with the new constitution.

"In many ways as a caucus leader I'm a manager of personalities more than anything else, so I can assure you that the government is giving serious credence to the Scalvian position, and we will work with them to find a mutual framework. I know I just spouted a lot of political jargon, but I'm going to trust two men such as yourselves to understand what I mean by that. And I hope it can alleviate any misunderstandings."

Ragnar and Maties looked to each other for a moment before looking back at Kjell.

"I think we're at a decent spot right now," Ragnar said.

"Agreed, Herra Axetill," Maties added.
"I'm sure the negotiations will be something."

"They always are," Kjell replied with a smile, standing to shake their hands. After they'd left he sat back down and, despite not being particularly religious, prayed to God that Sonny could keep Ísgeir under control.

OOC Notice: Co-written by @Artwashere, @Alsatian Island, and @Prydania.

2024年2月9日
Kyūden Palace, Hokkyō, State of Seinoku
AM9:45

"Have you heard about this shitshow in the east?" Grand King Akashihito III said. He pointed at the television screen. It is on SHK World-Seinoku. The news ticker reads: Sorovia reaches River Riska.

"I hoped the shitshow would be confined to the Imperium." Minister of Foreign Affairs Kazuhisa Tanaka took a sip of whisky from his glass. "The Suavidici Civil War has ended but trouble doesn't end there. The Imperator wants the overthrown dictator, Marescallus Nero, to be put on trial by the Association of Nations."

"Yes, I know." Akashihito reached for his glass of whisky. He quickly gulped nearly half of it. "Those people have gone insane. They alone should deal with Nero. Not us. The Association is only a diplomatic forum." He pressed his lower lip against the glass. "If we do put him on trial, on what charges? There is no international law to back it up."

"They could be trying to obligate the Association to become more than just a diplomatic forum."

Akashihito scratched his forehead. "I wonder if that is desperation. But desperation for what?"

"Relevance? Reassertion?" Tanaka clicked his tongue. "Reconstruction?"

Akashihito nodded. "They do need the funds." He shook his head. "They'll be fine. We'll deal with them in the Association. For now, I'm concerned about Iolanta and Sorovia."

Tanaka stared at the TV. Akashihito resumed listening to the news:

Prydania:

"Iolanta has no place here. It is my hope that we arrive at a compromise that appeases all parties, and is something we can impose on the Iolantans, to give them the choice between peaceful deconstruction of their apartheid system or continued war.

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Akashihito smirks. He asks, "What did Iolanta do, again?"

"Apartheid." Tanaka paused. "It's Bayardi."

"Never heard of that language. What does the word mean?"

"It's supposed to refer to a system of institutionalized discrimination to control a people. Said people are usually considered undesirable by the regime. Another example of this is Syndicalist Prydania's oppression of Shaddaists."

"There's no international law prohibiting apartheid either." Akashihito puts the glass of whisky on his lips. "We're all chasing rainbows, so far. And nobody is mentioning it." He points his glass at the TV. "How are they going to define apartheid, anyway?"

"This is where Missus Isaoka comes in-"

"What? That old sow?" Akashihito frowns. "Choose someone else."

Tanaka nods. "...What about Missus Asami?"

"Asami who? Introduce her."

"Chiaki Asami. Former Ambassador to Skanda. The second one under your father's reign." Tanaka coughed, clearing his throat. "She was expelled during the Crescent Islands War."

"Useless, then?" Akashihito snickered.

Tanaka takes a sip. He smiles. "You appointed her again after the war."

Akashihito snorts. "She must have been useless the second time if I couldn't remember her."

"She was the Chairwoman of the Crescent Islands Truth and Reconciliation Commission."

"...Right." Akashihito sighed. "It was a difficult time. I didn't want to remember any of it."

Tanaka raises an eyebrow. "It wasn't that long ago." But he shook his head. "But I understand why anyone, especially Your Majesty, would want to forget about it."

"My father. By now, he must've become a textbook example of national embarrassment." Akashihito drank the rest of the glass. "Alright. Enough stupidity. I think I'm drunk enough to learn more about her." He waved at Tanaka to continue.

2024年2月13日
The Kantei
PM12:53

"The Grand King just messaged me something interesting," said Prime Minister Shigeru Yomoya as swiped on his phone. He used his other hand to put his napkin on the table.

His private secretary covered his mouth as he picked his teeth. He manages to speak, "Is he going forward with your proposal to join META?"

"Not in a million years, he won't," Yomoya grumbled. He sighs. "The Secretary-General of the Association of Nations ordered an investigation on the Iolantan government's apartheid policies."

The private secretary nodded slowly, waiting for Yomoya to continue.

"...Missus Asami will lead the investigation."

"Our representative to the Association of Nations." The private secretary nodded. "Good choice. She laid down the foundation for our Seinokan-Skandan Reconciliation Policy. She ignored the former Grand King and what's left of his hardliner thugs in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

"I wonder how she and Missus Veirod will define apartheid." Yomoya rubbed his chin. "It's happened before in Prydania and Oklusia."

"Missus Veirod would know better than Missus Asami." The private secretary pointed out.

Yomoya looks closer at his phone. He reads, "To review and report the racial policies of the Government of the State of Etiya...the situation resulting from the racial policies...conclusions and recommendations on possible measures to stop the Government of the State of Etiya from pursuing its policies of apartheid."

"Does the Association support the invasion of Iolanta?" The private secretary asked.

"That is not clear to me, honestly. And that's mostly because I am not in charge of foreign policy. I only get to talk about it when I'm with His Majesty or Mister Tanaka."

Yomoya takes a sip of water from his glass. He continues, "I'm surprised they haven't invited Predice to the negotiations. I've been following the situation through the Daihoku Financial. There are soldiers in the Iolantan capital. The reason why Sorovia was unable to occupy targets in the east was because of the Prediceans. Scalvia hasn't covered one square inch of neither Iolanta nor Sorovia."

"Scalvia, unlike Predice, can stop Sorovia. Plus, I don't think the Sorovian government would want to make the situation more complicated than it already is by involving the Prediceans."

"Why should they?" Yomoya frowned. "The Prediceans are virtually bogged down in Eastern Iolanta. The civil unrest is worsening."

The private secretary nodded. "Arson, mass looting, police-slayers. There was a school shooting recently."

"Among a dozen other incidents."

"The Sorovian terrorist organization...I forgot their name. They have been ramping up their attacks in Iolanta."

2024年2月14日
The Three Horseshoes, Weskerby, Union of Esthursia
AM8:05 PM

Chiaki Asami exited the reordhall with her fellow AN delegates, Ragna Veirod and John Largan. The reordhall has an unpronounceable name that is supposed to mean "The Three Horseshoes."

Asami is having a hard time keeping up with so many foreign languages at once. Both her Prydanian and Esthursian are still at beginner's level. It's a good thing they were only throuple. Veirod and Asami can both speak Andrennian. For Largan, they will have to resort to Mercanti.

But something more important occupies much of Asami's thought. She cannot move on from what they just discussed.

She hesitates, "F-Fruna Veirod." She cleared her throat. "It is a very tricky situation. Iolanta is not a member of the Association. But their fate will be decided by the negotiations between Scalvia and the Association." She frowned. "The only thing the Iolanti government has been allowed to do is accept an A.N. investigation on apartheid. Isn't this quite...unfair?"

She looked at Largan and repeated what she said at the end about the Iolanti government in Mercanti.

"If this war was between two unaffiliated states," Ragna answered, in Mercanti, "we'd offer our services to mediate. The issue is Sorovia is a member nation. And therefore they're going to have a say."

She sighed. This thing was ridiculously complex due to Aurorian politics being messier than a chicken coop. "The A.N. nations who oppose the invasion will make themselves heard, and we're inviting the Scalvians. Given all of that I'm uncertain an A.N. resolution will just give the Sorovians a blank cheque."

"We're of course..." Largan began solemnly, switching to a lightly accented Mercanti, "wary of that outcome, but equally there has to be a line drawn between the A.N and the non-A.N. participants. The likes of Iolanta and Scalvia aren't accountable to the AN, so we cannot be held to account by them either..."

Largan paused, musing. "... and yet, we strive for a Scalvian entry into the A.N. The whole thing is an utter mess. As for Iolanta, there's a point at which we've just got to put our foot down, and the reality of the situation is that their apartheid state is exactly what got them into this urgent situation."

He took a slow breath in, every one of his sixty-two years visibly attenuating the fatigue in his face. "One day, the world will be at peace. We're just in that tiring bit beforehand. Either way, we need a consensus, and we need a real solution to the apartheid problem that the local populace want - and those are the two parts that matter."

Asami titled her head. She asks, "Do you want Iolanta in the A.N.? Can you even imagine it as a country after all of this?"

"That question. In an ideal world, I'd say yes and be done." Largan began. "Not an ideal world though, clearly... there's always going to be the problem - democracy or not - that failing or broken states tend to be an infighting mess of factions and money. That's before we consider the cultural values of a country like Iolanta are obviously going to be problematic... I'd be hesitant to say there's much of a chance."

He let himself get a breath in, then pushed on. "A country? Sure... we'll see on that one. I don't see a world where Iolanta ceases to exist, but there are many possibilities that see it lose its integrity and sovereignty in various ways."

Asami nods.

“Whatever the future holds, what we are about to do might help influence the outcome in the right direction. First, we have to talk to Mister Lahtela.”

The following day
Seinokan Permanent Mission to the Association of Nations
AM11:55

"Are you sure an invasion will solve the apartheid situation in Iolanta?" Chiaki Asami asked Kalevi Lahtela, the AN delegate for Sorovia.

Lahtela put the glass of water he was drinking out of on the table and leaned back into his chair. "I don't see any other method to get results in a timely manner. I'm not even sure if the invasion will end apartheid unless Güney Antalya falls under our occupation, something which is not a Sorovian objective." He responded, after a few seconds of thought.

Asami nods. "I have to admit. I am skeptical about the Sorovian government's intentions in Iolanta. Even with the apartheid situation." She leaned back on her chair. "Between your country and mine... Yours has the most to lose...or gain out of this situation."

Lahtela gave a quick reply, as if he had heard this several times before. "Yes, well, this wouldn't be the only time I've been told this. But in all fairness it was to be expected of the rest of the world to question Sorovia's motives." He took another sip out of the glass of water, "Sorovia rolled the dice and we know that we are going to come out on top. While Northern Iolanta plunged into anarchy, the half of the world watched and waited like sharks in the water for Sorovia to use military force to put an end to it."

"Yes. But trying to keep the borders secure should never extend to the violation of another country's sovereignty." She looked down at her notepad. She wrote three big words on it: Esthursia, Hexastalia, and Tardine. "And why did your government go that far? There are Esthursian forces stationed near the border. With further assistance from Hexastalia and Tardine." She closed her eyes. "Admittedly, I am not certain with the latter two countries." She opened her eyes and smiled. "Please feel free to correct me."

“Yes, well that’s under the reasoning that the border crisis was the only reason Sorovia launched its intervention into Iolanta, which is false.” He gave a few moments to think, “Esthursian troops near the border are only natural. Sorovia and Esthursia are keen allies with Esthursia being in charge of several military bases within Sorovian territory, including near the Iolantan border. You can read up government reports and statements from the other two.”

Asami nods. She pauses.

Not the only reason.

"To you, it is not only a border crisis. I understand this invasion is part of what many Sorovians believe is the liberation of their fellow countrymen in Iolanta." She eyed the word apartheid in her notepad. "That is why I've come to you. Mister Largan and I have been commissioned by the Secretary-General to investigate the racial policies of the Iolanti government. The world must have the facts to get a clear picture."