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Inside Air Royale, King Frederick and Queen Catherine, along with Prince Emmanuel, were on their way from Rotterdam to Copenhagen, where they are scheduled to meet with Chancellor Hurtz of Kunkenga. Queen Catherine is in a video call with staff at Amalienborg Palace, where preperations were underway for a state dinner
"Now be sure they are to stay in the palace," she said sternly to Head servant Lucas Bredahl. "I will not have them stay in a hotel when they are to meet the King and Queen of Volirum."
"Yes, Your Majesty. I've already sent Jacob Breining to handle the arrangement,"
"Good, now please show me the dining hall. I want to make sure it is perfect for our guests"
King Frederick looked up at her from the book he was reading.
"With all due respect your Majesty, you know you can trust me." Lucas told her as respectfully as he could. He knew she could be really stubborn at times, but not even the King would dare tell her that.
"Kate, darling, you know we can trust Lucas. He's always brought his best forward." the King told her as he arrived by her side. "Remember the state dinner with Duchess Mary of Canilu and Duke Fernando of Thyostega?"
"Yes Ma'am, I can assure you that I will bring my best as I always have," he said with a re-assuring smile.
"Alright, I see you two will convince me somehow. Good day Lucas. I will see you soon,"
"Goodbye Ma'am. And don't worry, everything will be perfect," Lucas said before ending the call.
"Now come darling, take a rest," King Frederick said. "We shouldn't look worried or tired when meeting with guests,"
Right after ending the call, Lucas heard a loud crash and something wooden hitting the ground hard. Rushing towards the hallway, he gave a shriek at what he saw. A painting of General Volir lay broken on the floor, surrounded by shattered wineglasses. To top it all off, red wine had started running all over it
"What on earth happened here?!!" he yelled at the surrounding staff.
Julian, a staff member responsible for decor came forward. Lucas looked toward him with fiery eyes.
"Julian, you better not tell me you're responsible for this?" Lucas asked, trying to calm down.
"Not me, him," he pointed towards a young man. "He frightened Louis as he was hanging up the painting, causing him to fall backwards on Laura while she was carrying wine towards the dining hall. And..."
"I've heard enough. I want this cleaned up right now! And as for you," he turned towards the young man. "You're going to do all. Julian, make sure it is cleaner than it was before."
As Lucas left to tend to the garden, Louis was immediately by his side.
"Come on now Lucas," he started. "He was only trying to make a simple joke. He didn't mean for it to happen."
"I know it was a joke Louis. But the outcome wasn't at all funny" he looked back towards the scene. The young man was already busy cleaning up the shattered glass, tears in his eyes. "Why did the Prince invite someone else anyway? This is supposed to be a dinner between leaders."
"Only the Prince would know."
"I know. But what are we going to do," they turned and walked on. "That was the only copy of the painting, and the King and Queen are the only ones who can access the vault in which all originals are stored. I highly doubt they would appreciate originals out of their secure storage place"
Lucas entered the garden and sat down on a bench between the roses, worried. "What on earth am I going to do?"
"I think I can help," he heard a voice nearby.
Karteria, Frellor, and Usa the united states of america usa
RP: Meeting - Tue, 10th Oct 2147
Kiyomi: "O-oh, I thank you for the heels, I'm sure it'll fit wonderfully or at least you did your research on my shoe size in the internet," she giggles, with a little bow she takes the pair of heels, "Well gardening used to be my hobby when I was younger, I had nothing else to do in the Academy so I picked it up while I was there. As for Androids I am not really am IT expert though the military does use AI's in their tanks and aircrafts. Excuse me for a moment but I'll go and get changed," she says and she disappears into another room. Moments later she comes back in a white puffer jacket and with the White High heels that Empress Momo gave her. Under her jacket was again another set of white white apparels and cascading down and reaching the knee was a pearly skirt and covering her legs was her lightly opaque grey stockings attached to her suspenders which held onto a garter belt.
Kiyomi: "Thanks you for waiting, now shall we go to the Ibaraki Prefecture so we can visit your home? I will have to ask someone to close it down for the VIP (that being us) to come in without the public or paparazzi taking pictures of me, you, or your husband." she replied as she got on her phone and spoke with someone on the otherside of the phone, once she got off the phone she turned her attention to Empress Momo, "Now then, I am unsure of how to show my gratitude to you, your majesty, perhaps I can interest you with a few of my Geta's from my closet? I've never worn many of them due to the amount I have in each Palace."
Chancellor Hurtz and ministers Kessler and Hennig sit outside a cafe near a busy cobbled sidewalk in Copenhagen.
"So the crown is going to handle our luggage right?" minister Kessler asked between small sips of coffee.
"I'd assume so, one of their staffers reached out to Lucinda and told her they plan on giving us a 'grand tour' of Copenhagen before we go and hold court with the king and queen." answered chancellor Hurtz from behind the pages of a travelers guide of the city.
Minister Henig, leaning back in his chair, was gazing at a woman seated at a park bench in the distance, fighting with her hair in the wind as she struggles to read a small leather-bound book.
"Stop salivating Otto." chancellor Hurtz quietly ordered, his eyes still fixed to the guide.
Abruptly clearing his throat, Henig quickly shifted upright and began fiddling with his wristwatch. "mhm, yep uh-huh..." he mumbled absent mindedly as his face reddened.
"So what's on the docket?" Kessler asked, trying to hold in a churlish giggle at his blushing colleague.
"We'll we wait until we hear back from the crown I suppose. I guess we can take this time to look around the city, but we gotta keep it tame." chancellor Hurtz answered.
Shutting his book and beginning to eat his ruben sandwich, now chilled by the breeze.
Later that night at a local pub.
Sweeping a pile of empty beer bottles off the table, minister Henig slapped down a photo from his wallet. It showed three young men posed outside the Kunkengan parliament building.
"I had no idea you kept that photo with you, look at how stupid we look. Christoff with that insane tie and you with your slicked back hair." minister Kessler beamed.
"And I cant believe you grew up to work for the BBF." replied Henig, tapping the photo to point out a red pin on Kessler's lapel. "But ya know, I don't give ya enough credit Henry... you might not be a red bloc guy like me and Christoff anymore, but you've done a great job as cultural minister. You were a great pick regardless of party." Henig gurgled, dropping a limp hand over Kessler's shoulder and pointing a finger into his chest. "And I want yoooouuuuu, right here, to know that."
"Don't flatter me Otto. I'm no Helmut.." Kessler sheepishly replied, pausing briefly to let out a frail burp before finishing his sentence. "I'm no Helmut Holt."
"Say, where's Christoff anyway? It's getting late, and ya know he said he wanted to keep things..." unable to find the words, Henig simply waved his hands in some abstract shape. "Ya now?"
"Oh shhhit, he's right over there, he's calling us over." exclaimed Kessler, pointing to the back of the pub.
Chancellor Hurtz was standing atop a table, surrounded by a crowd of bar patrons. He was in the middle of slinging a guitar over his shoulder and downing a small shot glass of tequilla.
"Hey you guuyys!" he shouted across the pub towards Henig and Kessler after smashing the shot glass on the ground. "How bout we treat this fine crowd to a little rendition of the hobo anthem!"
"Hell yes!" yelled the two men, clutching each other like siblings.
After asking a stranger of a puff of their blunt, chancellor Hurtz began strumming. "One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning!"
"Down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said, Boys, I'm not turning!" minister Henig continued.
"I'm headed for a land that's far away! Besides the crystal fountains!" came minister Kessler.
"So come with me, we'll go and see The Big Rock Candy Mountains!" all three called out in unison.
Cymiopolis, Volirum, Frellor, and Usa the united states of america usa
The founding of the TPP
Hey guys! Quick announcement. Seeing as there is a political void we can fill with memes, me and several others have. I am here to announce the creation of the transport pog party, the only political party that wasn’t disbanded. We stand for several things. Our party platform is coming to NS SoonTM. Current members are:
The kingdoms of austranisia, Gallaton, 
Funky Goats, Tennor, and myself. Have a nice day!
I don't mean to be a party pooper, but seeing as this is a serious effort now, I would love for everyone to refer to the following post I made... quite a long time ago:
Twelve titans, Volirum, and Frellor
Hello, everyone!
I'd like to thank 
Frellor for inviting me to be a Director of this beautiful party! I hope that this will be the beginning of Tennor's return to the world stage after some unrest. (The public found out about our mayonnaise war crimes. Hilarity ensued.)
I hope I will be able to fill my new position with a dignity befitting the office. Have a good one, my friends.
-Jonathan Winndo
Frellor and The kingdoms of austranisia
See Kart’s Message above. 😅
Twelve titans, Karteria, Frellor, and Usa the united states of america usa
Less than a year ago this region was nearly torn apart due to political parties. Parties brought nothing good to this region, just division, tribalism, and childish toxicity. Political parties almost ruined us, and I think ignoring this history and trying to bring them back is a dangerous and reckless idea. No one can force you to abandon your new party, but I strongly encourage you to do so, for the sake of keeping our region together and not repeating the same mistakes we've already suffered through. I cannot support your initiative, and I strongly denounce your efforts.
To add to Kart's quote, here is one from our August Founder on this subject.
Alright, so as the former Chairman of the Transport Pog Party and the original creator of the image that caused its conception, I'd like to finish off this debate with my two cents on the situation.
First of all, I wholeheartedly agree with the sentiments expressed by the more veteran members here. Splitting up a region into groups like that is going to cause animosity.
We've already got enough with the Coniferan Remnants, so we don't need more splits.
The thing about the TPP is that... it should've never existed in the first place. I'm mad at myself for getting caught up in the moment and allowing my dumb edit to go that far.
No offense intended towards any of the members of the TPP, but it was a mistake.
In the heat of the moment, mistakes happen. And that's not a bad thing! But it's when they spiral outwards into a bigger problem and no one thinks twice that it becomes a bad thing.
Which is what happened with the TPP. We didn't really stop to think that maybe making a political party (one based off a Rimworld object pogging, no less) in a region that is adamantly against political parties wasn't a good idea, and here we are now. Even if some of the ideas we had were good, the entire foundation was shaky.
The party's effectively dissolved at this point. I'll still be encouraging more offsite activities if I can, which is part of the party's platform, but I won't be supporting initiatives like this unless they've got a solid foundation.
-Funky Goats, currently feeling like a dumbo
Achipel, Ventus Prime, Volirum, and Frellor
(Sic)
Cymiopolis, antiope minor, 4:00am
The spaceship Arrived at antiope minor after stealing some workers outfits and went of the ship and surprisingly the cymiopolitans didn’t know the difference Between them and the sistonians.
Spy 1: I can’t believe that stupid xing’s idea work
Spy 3: be quite we have one mission and one mission only
Spy 2: hey guy what that storage unit with a sign in chinese maybe its important
Spy 4: it translates to baby mixture
Spy 3: hey let’s go i think the control room is this way.
They go on a bridge where they see a High ranking sistonian who ask them who they are and what there doing there
The sistonian: I’ve never seen you before and the last j check we weren’t supposed to get new recruits until next sunday
Spy 3 responds by knocking the sistonian on the head with a metal duck the spy had on him.
They got the key card on sistonian and went to control room where then they proceeded to know out 5 people in the control room and they got all the information they needed and gave anesthetics to the 6 men.
They then went to the extraction point and left on an austranisian junk where they will reach austranisia, Davao with in 11 days.
Cymiopolis, Frellor, and Usa the united states of america usa
ah nice, when did I have a nation called Grenet?
~Conarcth
Yeah...I discovered NWI vefore I realized Evergreen Conifer and NWI had embassies and was merging... but yeah it's over now.
My past self was very immature and spammed Conifer with puppets including this one. But I'm all fine now ^~^
Lucky for them, there is a 30-day statute of limitations for all misdemeanor offenses including spam :)
However, it seems this was left off the criminal records for some reason. If a former Coniferian official (maybe 
Central Birdland?) knows more about this incident please let me know via Discord DM or TG to Nwi chief justice.
I can tell you as the Region’s Attorney that no charges are being - or even could be - brought against them. They didn’t commit any crime in the NWI. It’s best that you put it to rest.
A plane, currently over the North Sea
Destination: Berlin
Mathias leaned back in his airplane seat. It'd actually been a while since he was in a plane, and he was happy that Bucksden had such comfortable planes at hand.
The craft was small, designed for small groups of officials to be able to discuss things while in the air. Good seats, big tables, a fridge.
In the seat across from him, there was a quadrupedal robot. From an observer's viewpoint it might look like some basic bot, but it was actually being remotely controlled from back in Arcburn by Heidrun.
"...y'know, I've never thought about it much, but why do you always use those drones when doing official business?"
"Gestures." To support her point, Heidrun swung one of the robot's front legs around.
Mathias sighed. "Of course that's why."
They didn't talk much more until they arrived in Frellor.
Looking through the plane's windows down at the nation below, Mathias couldn't help but wonder what exactly would come of this meeting. Sure, things were calm at the moment, but that would never last. He hoped whatever deals come to fruition through this meeting would at least allow him to keep his position.
...he really didn't want to go back into the job market.
The pilot transmits the necessary identification, before landing on one of the runways.
President's Office
Austin, Texas
President Anderson looked over the trade agreement laid before him. The room full of cabinet members watched him diligently. 100,000 metric tons of wheat for iron ore shipments through the Spring season. Anderson would be hailed foreign and domestically for this agreement. He read over the details, flipping through the pages. The fine print and stipulations. He made his way to the last page, bringing his pen down to the dotted line. He signed and dated it, closing the packet.
"Done deal, gentlemen."
The room clapped and got to work immediately.
Before long, a Press Conference was held to inform the public on the recent trade agreement between Insurgia and The kingdoms of austranisia.
Vast quantities of wheat were being diverted from the main supply into shipments that would soon begin their journey through the Panama Canal, assuming negotiations for passage went smoothly, and then across the Pacific Ocean.
To my dear friend Empress Kiyomi of The sakura nippon,
I had been terribly busy of late and realize we haven’t been able to talk recently. Since things have calmed down, perhaps we could meet and talk over tea? If so, I’ll be coming alone so it’ll just be the two of us, maybe talk about...girl stuff?
Your friend,
Raphtalia
(Sic)
The kingdoms of austranisia, cebu city, 12:00am
The austranisian spies came home safely only nearly getting caught by a cymiopolitan scouting ship the spies gave the information they gathered to the cebu scientists and the scientists got to work
a month later, in an undisclosed location
President john xing walks into a control room where there are 10 scientists 6 guards and and the 4 spies.
John: i would like to thank you spies for your work we could not have built this machine with out you now i want to see the first clone
Spy 4: thank you sir right this way
Scientists 1:here is the control panel and we are about ready to make a clone
Spy 1: If you want to see the first clone we have go down there
The 4 spies John xing 2 scientists and all the guards go to the clone exit.
But what came out wasn’t a clone it was a mix match oof hand legs extremely unorganized organs fleshy mush And Disproportionate body parts. A failed clone
John: what in heavens name is this
Scientists 1: it is a failed clone
John: i know but why
Scientists 2: well well i just got a call from the control room the machine says “error error baby mixture missing”
Spy 3 starts to sweat
Spy 2: uh i saw that word in Chinese on a giant storage unit i saw
Scientists 1: wait what why didn’t you guy take samples
Spy 1 and 2: well uh um...
Spy 4: spy 3 claimed it wasn’t important
Spy 3: dude why did you rat me out
Spy 4: because its my job
John : well isn’t that s*** Thats it spy 3 your fired guards send him to the government prison on lyot
Spy 3: no you can’t do this to me
Guard take him away john approach the failed clone who was screaming at this point and step on it shut up you piece of s*** john then squished the failed clone killing it the he says
John: how long until you can figure out how this “baby mixture” works
Scientists 1: about 2 and a half years(irl 5 months from now January 29 2021) im afraid
John: great your all dismissed
And john went on the president’s ship and smashed his office
John: damm damm it all at this point I’ll never get reelected looks like I’ll have to do something else
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Cymiopolis and Frellor
oh god the capitalization reeeee
Grenet and Frellor
The Boogie District, Andersswhal
April 1975
Pulsating strobe lights shine into the dilated eyes of clubgoers as they dance with varying degrees of competence. A heavy disco ball rotates at the center of the dance floor, briefly illuminating the snaky figures loitering against the dark walls of the discotheque. The multicolored lights of the dancefloor flash in alternating patterns, calling perhaps too much attention to the gaudy menagerie of fashion styles. A fast paced euro-disco mix slowly fades out and is replaced by ABBA's "Ring Ring."
On the second floor, a two men sit on a outdoor terrace overlooking the busy streets of the Upper Point. One man, dressed in white flared trousers and a bright red paisley pattern dress shirt, extinguishes a cigarette in an overflowing ash tray. He adjusts his burgundy colored sunglasses, then sweeps back his neatly cut hair and clears his throat to break the silence.
"They've finally got some good music in there, I'm thinking about heading back." the man in the sunglasses says, pointing back towards the booming sound inside the club.
"We can afford to miss the message, its almost time." the other man replies, looking down at his watch. He's dressed in all denim, bellbottom jeans over bright white cowboy boots and an opened jean jacket, partially revealing his hairy chest and several golden medallions. A messy shag of hair droops down almost to his shoulders and he sports a thick Mexican moustache.
"Come on, man. I was chatting up this absolute vision before you dragged me out here." the man in the sunglasses laments, itching to get out of his chair. "She had on this gorgeous set of go-go boots man! And this pair of hot pants that were so tight you could almost..."
"There it is" the mustachioed man interrupts, pointing to a flashing light in the window of a nightclub across the street. He reaches for a small radio beside his chair and flips it on and begins quickly reporting into it "We've got confirmation, second floor of Klub Central, across the street from Culture Box. Send the boys in and we'll be right behind them."
The two men erupt from their chairs and run back into the club, making a mad dash for the exit. The man in the sunglasses stops briefly to scrawl his number on a napkin and hands it to a tall woman dancing by herself. He'll learn later that he had left several digits missing in his rush.
Bursting from the doors, the two men begin running across the busy intersection between the two clubs. Cars honk and screech to a halt as they watch the men sprint in front of their headlights, the two men flash police badges at the windshields to placate the irritated drivers. More police officers, dressed in the green uniform of the Andresswhal City Militia, quickly join the two men. They emerge from alleyways, closed storefronts, and parked cars around the intersection, armed with pistols and submachine guns. A helicopter swoops in and casts its searchlight on the roof of Klub Central, revealing a group of officers securing the roof of the club.
Police vans pull up the the entrance and disgorge more uniformed police officers. A shot rings out from above and the sea of officers begin rushing for cover.
"Watch the windows!" the mustachioed man yells, removing a holstered pistol from his jacket and running behind a parked car.
"You four, come with me! After we make it in, start coming in groups of four!" shouts the man in the sunglasses from behind a phonebooth. He makes a dash for the entrance, followed closely by four armed officers.
Streams of screaming clubgoers flow out from the doors as the officers try to wade through them.
Upon entering the empty club the man in the sunglasses notices that the music was still playing, the lack of bodies to diffuse the noise making it blast with almost double the intensity. A set of soft purple and blue stage lights are the only source of light save for the bright, but brief, illumination of a moving spotlight.
The man in the sunglasses, flanked by the officers, moves slowly across the dancefloor, scanning the dimly lit surroundings. Behind him he can hear four more officers enter the club.
Suddenly, a figure hops out from behind a bar counter and begins firing at the man in the sunglasses. Jumping out of the way of the figure's bullets, he responds with two well placed shots from his pistol, landing both of them on the figure's chest and sending him crashing into a wall of drinks.
Several other figures then emerge from doorways and beneath tables, unleashing a maelstrom of gunfire on the officers. Two of the officers that came with the man in sunglasses are hit, the other two duck for cover.
"What now sir?" calls out one of the officers from behind a chair.
"I don't know, but I'll figure it out." the man in the sunglasses answers over the sound of gunfire.
6 hours later
Groups of police officers carry out corpses and massive duffle bags from the entrance of the club. A police cordon had been set up around the intersection outside and news vans sat parked around the perimeter.
The man in the sunglasses sat on the curb rubbing his bandaged shoulder. His shirt was torn and his white trousers were drenched with blood on his left leg.
The mustachioed man comes and beside him "The news wants to talk to you. They want to get the official line from the grove troop that led the most successful drug raid in ACP history" he says.
"They were spies Peter. I'd be surprised if the coroner finds any ID on any of them" the man in the sunglasses replies.
"None of them got taken in? I could have sworn..."
"No. They're all dead, the ones that didn't get shot by our guys killed themselves. They had these capsules in their..." here the man in the sunglasses gestures to his jawline.
"Who do you think it was, the Americans?"
"Probably. Most of the other countries on the continent have made peace with a socialist country at the doorstep. But they could never abide by it. Even from an ocean away it bothers them." the man in the sunglasses points to a group of police officers loading duffle bags into a van "I'm guessing they were planning on flooding the streets with more of that sh*t, getting us hooked and then swooping in and snatching the country from under our addicted noses."
"Sounds a bit farfetched if you ask me. I can imagine that kind of thing happening somewhere in South America or in Eastern Europe, but here? Wouldn't they be worried about it spreading into the rest of their allied countries."
The man in the sunglasses rubs his shoulder, brushing over what his colleague just said. "Can you get those reporters off my back?"
"Sure, whatever man. I'll just drop the usual take, club promoter we were looking at for a while got tied up with local gangs and was was busted after a tip from one of our informants."
"They were using MP-5s and assault rifles..."
"Organized crime then?"
"That makes more sense."
Leaning forward, the man in the sunglasses and the mustachioed man look across the street at the club they had started the night in.
"Lets see that smug prick Bauer try and top this." the mustachioed man boasts.
All officer's, we've got a murder reported near the docks in the meatpacking district. Any available officers please respond. Over came the voice of the police dispatch from a near by radio.
The mustachioed man and the man in the sunglasses barely noticed the call.
This is Fritz, uh officer Bauer. I'm right around there, I can take that one. Over.
It was almost dawn now and the lights in the brothels and clubs began to turn out. Neil Diamond's "Cracklin' Rosie" could be heard playing from the raided club. The Boogie District was finally going to bed.
"Ring Ring" by ABBA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TL0EoXdpOqg
"Cracklin' Rosie" by Neil Diamond
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lXrcuv3G_7A
Cymiopolis and Frellor
Welcome to the NWI, Mad scientist! Come say hi on our Discord server (https://discord.gg/cmeQqND), and you should consider Applying for Citizenship!
Cymiopolis, Karteria, Frellor, and Mad scientist
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