@Lurking Shadow In the midst of their regular duties, a few soldiers and vehicles stumbled upon something feeling very strange...
"Suka blyat..." one of the soldiers swore, "Am I high on vodka? Why the fuck it feels so weird..." "I smell some blood..."
"Let's check it out. Something's not right." And so the troops carefully trekked their way closer to the ritual site... As they drew close, they felt more and more intense with their hearts racing and their bodies wet with sweat, even though it's very cold there in the Tsardom of Russia.
"Hey, you gotta look at this!" "God save the Tsar!"
"Quick, quick, quick, gonna videotape this quick!"
The trembling troops then took out their gadgets and began recording the terrific scenes before their surprised eyes.
"Ahhhh!" a soldier screamed in panic and then clicked the camera. But the camera unleashed a flash of bright light, likely capturing the Hive Master's attention!
@Lasersquid112 Three teams of special operatives were dispatched over to the crash site. In addition, an extraction team was also brought along to excavate and examine the crash site. The occupant was taken out from the crash site and then brought over to a tent. Not long after the occupant was taken away, the remains of the crashed object were then disassembled and collected.
With a blend of magik and science, the medics and the shamanistic Bomohmun healed the occupant. Tightly armored battlemages surrounded the tent as well, keeping a tight eye on the unknown personnel while awaiting for his awakening.
A Whampoan man, Mr. Aziz, stood up rising his hand, asking in a deep accent, "Gutentag, Peminpinen des Neubarats, ini Encik Aziz bagi Hariannye Warte. Apekah Pandangan andus terhadap Keadaani politik semase di Asia? Pernahkah Neubarat mencari Sekutukanen di Asia?" The man was wearing a classy ]Wongpounye Bazu alongside a proud Whampoan Pickelhaube.
The translator, also sporting his proud Wongpounye Bazu and Pickelhaube, said, "Good day, leaders of the New West. He askes for your opinion on the current political situation in Asia. He also askes if the New West tried to seek allies in Asia."
"Sheng for the daily Shan" a chinese woman speaks in perfect english "What is your stand in the current whampoan policy and oppresion of birth control rights?"
heavy rumor stirs the saloon. The moderator asks for order.
"As a woman that lost a child long ago, I ccan truly undestand the suffering that whampoa has pur you through. We have tried to stop their actions in many ways, but they can simply ignore our vetos and laugh at out diplomacy. It is our biggest failure and I deeply apologice for it" Helen responds moved
*Note :There is not really any Chinese in the roleplay world anymore, like there are no Romans in our real life present. The Whampoans are actually some strange Germanized Malay and Baiyue dudes. But the Peiyangese can be said as Chinese, regardless.
Mr. Aziz shook his head and shouted, "Eh! Zianganlah leitei semue mengkait semuenye Wongpoukan dengan Kongsii Konrads! Wotei benarnye dan setienye Wongpouien amat mengharga Nyawekan! Wongpou woteis yang benar, benarnye tak berbuat demikian! Itu Samsengmun Konrads berbuat demikian! (Eh! Don't you all associate all of Whampoa with the 'Konrad Gang'! We true and loyal Whampoans value life very much! The true Whampoa of ours, will do no such thing! Those are all the doings of the 'Konrad Gang'!)"
The entire saloon thenflooded in murmurs and shouts.
An uniformed Revital Whampoan casually spoke, "Our nation needs not to follow the wicked ways of Kungtschan. We value our nation and all our folk greatly, such an idea will never ever hold ground, especially not under the guidance of Revivalism! What makes you think we do such barbaric things?"
"Two Whampoan pigs are crying for love and affection!" Another Peiyangese reporter laughed whlist taking pictures of the screaming Whampoan, "Go back to your Kampung and cry!"
Mr. Aziz yelled angrily toward the offending Peiyangese reporter, "Ehh! Cakapkah lu tadi?! Lu Peiyangien biadab sangat! Kurangkah lu Aziar!? (Ehh! What did you say just now?! You Peiyangese are very barbaric! You are very rude!)"
The Revital Whampoan instead spoke calmly and nicely, "Eh, Homi! Zianganlah anda marah macam tadi! Silelah ziage Name Bangses woteis. (Eh, homie! Don't get angry like that! Please take good care of our nation's name.)"
Shortly afterwards, he turned to the other journalists and mockingly said, "Hey, have you guys witnessed the manners of those serving the feudal warlords? See, Whampoa cannot be great without Revivalism, Revivalism is the way of life."
"Calm down!" a voice shouted. And the entire scene fell into a deathly silence, before the conference resumed.
Mr. Aziz calmed himself down but still shot a fierce glare at the Peiyangese, and also at the Revital as well.
"Jake for TV 1 English news" the journalist says "how capable do you think that the young whampoan empress is?"
"She is too you I am afraid. It's a good thing her father is still around to guide her, he has proven to be a wise man. She isn't a bad person, but she lacks experience and real life exposition" Helen responds
Some journalists burst out laughing at Helen's answer, and some others facepalmed unbelievably.
Mr. Aziz opened his mouth saucer-wide in befuddlement. While the Revital journalist, on the other hand, laughed out so hard in stitches.
Mr. Aziz stared at Helen confusingly and asked, "Apekah dimaksud Anda? Sebenarkah anda meruziuk kepade Bertholdi -- den Wongpounyen Mahakaisari dan Kaisari von Nanyang?"
"He is confused by your reply," the translator said, "He askes if you are actually referring to Tschan Berthold von Lenggong, the Whampoan Grand Emperor and the Emperor of Nanyang. And for your information, Nanyang's Berthold is not the father of Taiwan's Theresia, by the way."
"Father? What do you mean?" the Revital responded mockingly, "Oh, right. Feudal warlords are very well known for their shitty feuds and messy bloodlines."
"Amalie for French science magazine. There have been rumors of deep space findings, hospitable planets. Alien life. Portals to said planets. Do you confirm this rumors?"
"The space program has progressed, but slowly. Any of such kind of findings would be reported, in time" Guevara lied
As soon as Guevara finished, the Revital Whampoan journalist giggled.
"Huh, so silly." the Revital journalist spoke chuckling, "Slowly? Reported, in time? Hah! We glorious Whampoans have already ventured into other planets since a few centuries ago. Heard not of the Aranor-Whampoa relation a few days ago? Aranor is a great nation from another planet, the planet of Vestroya."
The Aranorian conquest against Lanceline and Articia was already anticipated to break out, but the conquest began far sooner than Fanixburg expected. And it did caught Tikiyachod in surprise.
"What?!" Tikiyachod shouted in shock as news of the war reached his ears, "Damn, it fucking happened a lot sooner than it should have been!" "Damned Nazis." the Third Cakemaster stomped his floor, "Waste no fucking time further for any face-saving shits... declare a fucking war now!"
"Ehh?!" Azlariah shockingly responded, "B-but... Tikiya, you okay? You seek for war?! In the midst of a great shit!?" "I guess your ancient crush on her have driven you to madness, Cakey..." the serpentine Cadusa hissed mockingly.
"Ohh, if you love her so much, you know she loves chocolate and all those love and peace shits right?" Cadusa continued, "Well, I hate to say it... but think of your Elisha! How will she feel if she sees you warmongering?!"
"Hmmm......" the mentions of Elisha has silenced the Cakemaster very effectively. "Hmm y-yeah..." Tikiyachod sighed and looked downwards, with rivers of tears starting to flow from his eyes. Tikiyachod was shivering as he struggled to make his choice.
"What should I really do... Maintain our peace with the Nazis... or go for a war right away, while the Nazis are very busy fighting others?" the Cakemaster asked himself. "Uhmm... Sometimes we have to sacrifice... not every moment is going to be full of love and flowers!"
All of a sudden, Tikiyachod stood up and yelled like a handsome ranter, "Sometimes we have to sweat and bleed!!! If we just let those rotten Nazi eggs run amok, one day those Nazis will find us! And the Nazis will grow very tough by then! So, no! We have to put an end to their Nazism, before any further shits happen!"
"But yeah, at first I am still going to sneak some minions to the back. But still, once our fleets have reached Lanceline and Articia, I'm going to declare a fucking war openly."
"Ah but my Cakey, I object because this will leave Whampoa exposed!" Tortesa objected as usual. "I'm sure the Revitals won't fucking dare to fuck with True Whampoa! I don't give a damn!"
The Pherithian embassy in Lanceline offered to warp the Lanceline elites to exile in Pherithian lands, should the situation worsened.
*
The initial reinforcements, consisting of two sky fleets and three naval fleets for each country, were still being sent sneakily. To avoid bringing any attention, the reinforcements went for the longer, but much safer, routes.
The reinforcements to Lanceline went for the alternative way, hopping all the way from Ospia's outlying waters to Hopen and then finally to Lanceline. Meanwhile, the reinforcements to Articia chose to pass through the Mesozian Ocean instead. When the Pherithians met with Griffegian blockade, the Pherithian personnel would say they came in peace while on their way to Glesureis.
At the same time, several smaller fleets, from Pherithian Glesureis in the far west, came sailing across the international date line to Lanceline and Articia, avoiding any confrontation with Aranorians on the way.
Either the Pherithian fleets arrived successfully to Lanceline and Articia, or if both countries were on the verge of being overran.
Pherith would declare an open war against the Aranorian Confederacy. Twelve naval fleets and eight sky fleets would be released to encircle the main islands Erecellia and Griffegus from afar. Once the encirclement is in place, or if attacked, the Pherithian fleets would commence assault.
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Shady Wooers
The ambassadors from China were welcomed, and brought to the embassy to do their work. Arriving at a section of the Aranorian Embassy in Harebon. The Aranorian ambassadors greeted them evenly.
*Peiyang
"Welcome visitors from Peiyang. What words shall we be exchanging today?" One of the ambassador asked.
"We hope to establish diplomatic relations and trade ties with Aranor." the Peiyangese side replied.
For the Indians, they were also welcomed, and brought to another section of the embassy in Harebon.
"Greetings, visitors of Terra's India. What words of diplomacy may you be asking today?" One of the ambassadors said.
"Our nation is seeking to build up a relationship of mutual trade and exchange with Aranor." the Indian side responded.
@Paillan Will do it ASAP. Also I am going to point out some mistakes :>
@Lorddiviness I like your Volcron Initiative! And the personality and backstory of Volcron and Risaya as well! And like, how Volcron Initiative treats its followers and all that... me likey! :>
@BirdOfParadise Edge's introduction reminds me a lot of my present self right now xD
If I put me and my crush together, it will be very much like Edge and Crimson :>
@BirdofParadise On the next day, all the state-run medias of Revital Whampoa begun celebrating their newfound relations with the Aranorian Confederacy. Similiar scenes from the Aranorian media were depicted -- officials from both countries shaking hands and smiling, stock markets rising greatly, and so on.
Such a high-profile, cross-planet diplomacy would not have gone unnoticed, of course. Words of this has spreaded far and wide across both planets, and this has aroused great attention from Pherith and Royalist Whampoa...
Owing to the One-Whampoa policy, Royalist Whampoa announced cutting off any diplomatic recognition with the Aranorian Confederacy. The Royalist Whampoa expressed its great sadness and anger over Revital-Aranor relations. Berthold, the Royalist Mahakaisar, had also derided the Aranorian Confederacy as a bunch of faithless republicans that disregard any loyalty and blindly worship "the new Napoleon" (Tschow Konrad of Revital Whampoa).
In an attempt for lobbying, two of the biggest Entente Powers -- Peiyang and India -- also approached the Aranorian Confederacy for diplomacy and trade. This happened under the orders of Emperor Yuan Jinping and President Asaram.
The Empire of Pherith said much less, but still said something. Pherith voiced its disappointment over the Aranorian Confederacy's "bad" choice, then announced more military aid for Lanceline, Articia and Royalist Whampoa. Pherith and Royalist Whampoa have also invited Lanceline and Articia to the Central Powers to resist the Aranorian regime. Four fleets of skyships and six fleets of seaships -- with plenty of anti-air weaponries -- were dispatched to cover Lanceline and Articia. Each Elias country will receive two fleets of air force and three fleets of navy.
Not long after news of Revital-Aranorian partnership spreaded far and wide, two other bands of otherworldly ambassadors soon made their way to Aranor.
One of the band, consisting of lighter skinned Chinese men in fancy brown uniforms, approached the Aranorian government. "Greetingsg, Aranorians. We are representatives from the State of Peiyang, and on the behalf of our Emperor Yuan Jinping and our nation, we sincerely ask for diplomatic relations and trade ties be established between two of our nations."
The other band, consisting of darker skinned Indians in majestic uniforms, also followed the Peiyangese. "A very good day to Aranor from India. We are ambassadors from the Republic of India, and we ask if the Aranor Confederacy is interested for diplomacy."
Awakening of the Eagle
*** Fanixburg, Empire of Pherith ***
A youthful man was trekking along the hallway shone by the sunlight, together with two lovely ladies hugging his arms. He was dressed in a royal battlesuit, painted beautifully in elegant tints and shades of green. He turned into the huge window and stared at the golden skies. One of his ladies is an alluring elf, and the other one is a white serpentine gorgon.
"Ahh, the filthy Nazis of Aranor are finally up for a game." the youthful man sighed. "Don't worry, my Tikiyachod... all will be fine and well... You are the great handsome ruler of an awesome empire. And you have us two loving ladies as well!" the serpentine gorgon comforted Tikiyachod with her soft words.
"Ahhhh......" "Where is my true love...... Elisha, where are you?"
Tikiyachod promptly got slapped by both of the ladies, "Hey! Why do you keep on thinking about that lass? It has already been centuries ago, little Cakey!"
"But I... I still hold a special place for her within my heart--" A snake bit Tikiyachod fiercely on his face. It was one of the serpentine gorgon's hair snakes.
"Uhh... but well... I was reminded of h-her... and the academy... the happenings and shits in ages past..."
"Why do you keep thinking about her after many hundreds of years? What have we done wrong?" the elven lady cried in jealousy.
Tikiyachod shot a look at both ladies of his, and shook his head. He sighed, "Well, yes I do love Elisha a lot, but I still love you both regardless..." Both of the ladies did not take his words kindly and snarled.
"O-okay, okay..."
"Anyways, I cannot let the Nazis and the fake Revitals take over the damn world. I must do something, before all would be lost. It's now or never," Tikiyachod said.
"Then why do you keep on thinking about that girl? C'mon, you have me, Azlariah, and Cadusa, the snake lady! C'mon, Cakemaster!" the elven woman, Azlariah, taunted him in a mocking tone.
"I honestly don't know, and s-she... she left a special mark on m-my history......" the great Cakemaster weeped as he recalled the sweet moments and sad tradegies of his past. It was such a rare sight to witness the Cakemaster himself crying.
"So, back to business... and no worries, later on we will go to our chamber and have some fun......" Tikiyachod flirtatiously whispered to his two ladies with a grin. "So the Aranorian Nazis decided to go for the fake Revitals. Like how.... uhhh.... like how Elisha seemed to be really loving to that damned fuckboy...... I don't know! Ahhhhhh!"
"Anyways, we must stop the gangsters from growing big! Call the High Council over for a meeting!"
***
Moments later, inside a secure chamber...
"Cakemaster, what do you have in mind?" Tortesa, the living chocolate cake with a classy presence, asked. "As you should know, the Aranorian Nazis have fallen in love with the so-called Revitals in Whampoa." Tikiyachod spoke chuckling uncontrollably. "And we must do something before they kiss and hold hands."
The entire room fell into chuckles and giggles as soon as Tikiyachod finished his lovely words.
"Listen, minions. I plan to send help to the troubled countries of Lanceline and Articia. I also want to bring them together into the Central Powers too. More friends, the merrier. A friend in need is a friend indeed." Tikiyachod continued.
"But my Cakey, I object because this will trigger their butthurt Nazism!"
Tikiyachod slammed his desk and screamed, "Are you a goddamn Social Justice Wankstain?!"
"This will send them into rage and bring us more foes!"
"For Elisha's sake, I won't ditch my friends for the sake of some butthurt Nazis and Mobsters! So shut the fuck up!"
Pherith then issued a public statement over the recent happenings. Tikiyachod has spoken his disappointment over the Aranorian Confederacy's "bad" choice. He has also announced more military aid for Lanceline, Articia and Royalist Whampoa. Pherith and Royalist Whampoa have also invited Lanceline and Articia to the Central Powers to resist the Aranorian regime. Four fleets of skyships and six fleets of seaships -- with plenty of anti-air weaponries -- were dispatched to cover Lanceline and Articia. Each Elias country will receive two fleets of air force and three fleets of navy.
Berthold held another rally in the glorious city of Klungsberg, the secondary and de facto capital of the Empire of Nanyang.
Tschan Berthold walked his way up to the stages amidst the great applause from the crowds. He turned to face the crowds with a smirk. "Ahem..."
"Brothers and sisters! Today, I, Tschan Berthold von Lenggong, am here for a speech to my fellow Whampoans!" roared Berthold as he rose up his tightened fist in a righteous fury.
"But today, I have grave news for all of my kins, and I hope you have heard of it. Another country has ditched our righteous Whampoan Reich and instead went flirting with the Revital bandits!" Berthold proclaimed in a solemn, but strong, tone. "How dishonorable and wicked is the faithless regime of Aranor! We are vehemently strong on our stance on maintaining our righteousness and world peace. And at the same time, I must reaffirm that we, the righteous Whampoan Reich and its folk, refuse to ever acknowledge any agreements made with the Revital regime! The Revital mob of bandits cannot be taken seriously as a representative of our righteous Whampoan homies!"
A round of strong applauses and cheers followed.
Berthold took a deep breath, and continued with tears flowing from his moist eyes. "The Revital mob is a traitorous syndicate within the Whampoan Reich, a mob that keeps on oppressing the Whampoan motherland and her children! These bandits are Amnoh and Kungtsan reincarnated and blended together as a huge menace! Those bandits loathe the republic as much as we do, but they rose through the very same republic that backstabbed Whampoa, while refusing our kingly sovereignty and carrying on the wicked tyrannies of the republic! As I speak, these faithless bandits are still oppressing our fellow Whampoan homies! And those Revital gangsters are shamelessly doing business with the Entente Powers, the Entente Powers that brought our nation to ashes in the first place!"
Another round of screams and claps from the crowds embraced Berthold.
"Even though those filthy bandits have taken over the Whampoan mainland; our true and righteous Whampoan Reich lives on elsewhere! We are still very alive and well in Taiwan, Nanyang, Lemuria and Mittelafrika! Ja, Homimun?"
"Ja, wakus Mahakaisar!"
"The righteous imperium in Klungsberg, is the only true representative to our millions of homies trapped in the mainland. We represent their shared cries of suffering and affliction, and we fully support them against the Revital syndicate! So, no matter how we look at it, whether from legal, humanitarian or natural perspectives, the Revital mob cannot take over our righteous seat within the international community!"
"We of the Whampoan nation prides ourselves on our traditions of justice and peace. Even though more and more regimes ditched us seeking to fuck the Revital gangsters, we shall still uphold our principles fighting for justice and peace in the world."
"Our Whampoan nation shares the same hope to befree our homies from the clutches of those faithless bandits! And this our aim shall be!" "Wotei Wongpouian tak boleh berputus Asekan woteis! Kalau wotei berputus Asekan, wotei akan hilang Semue dan mati! (We Whampoans cannot let our hope wither! If we give up, we will lose everything and die!)"
Berthold screamed his heart out with tremendous passions, followed by rounds of claps and cheers from the high crowds. The crowds began to scream for the befreeing of their mainland too.
"Eradicate the Revital traitors!" "Rescue our Mainlander homies!" "Bring back the true Whampoa!" "Amaterasu blesses Whampoa and the Mahakaisar!"
These were all the passionate words from the crowds.
"We have all the moral support, the army muscles and sufficient material fuel. With the hearts of our fellow homies in the whole world, the Whampoan Reich stands strong! We are definitely not a weakling dominated by the others, but we have here a great force to change and influence the fate of the entire friggin world! Have faith in ourselves! Sure, it might look grim and dangerous, but if we stand strong on our faith and courage, nobody can tremble our righteous fury!"
Meteor!
A sudden, piercing shriek was heard as something fell from the sky. It streaked fire behind it, the heat apparently not strong enough to destroy it as it entered the atmosphere. It slammed the ground, only about ten miles out of Kwongtsou's outer city limits. Dirt and debris shot up hundreds of feet into the air. A broadcast, in English, was sent out in a fifty-mile radius. Anyone who could decode it would hear: "Unknown organisms sighted at 1500 hours. Fire base mobilized at 1505 hours. Casualties at 1530 hours: 99%. Onsite nuclear weapons detonated. Moon destroyed. Dropship launched. Target: Unknown." A loud beeping noise would play, and then a male's voice, hoarse and ragged, was heard. "There's too many of them! Fall back to the bunker! Ice, you get in the pod! You've gotta get out of here! Spread the word to the Federation! Go, go, g-AGH!" The rest of the message consists of wet gurgles, gunfire, inhuman screeching, running, screaming, and chewing sounds. A robotic female voice sounds. "Message end. Message repeat." The message repeats, all of its' gory detail available for dissection.
(Sorry for the rather rough reply, but I was quite tired at the time of writing, yet I do not want to keep you guys and gals waiting forever)
*alarms and sirens sounded as the unknown object came from the skies and hit the outer areas of Kwongtsou* *naturally, such a meteor close to the capital of Revital Whampoa would not have gone unnoticed* *of course aroused a lot of attention* *also the meteor aligned with one Kuomintang Shintoist prophecy, too*
*the broadcast was heard of and then decoded* *the Revitals were amazed it's spoken in English* *the Revital regime sent its encoded reply to the site of impact, which could be decoded the same way*
"Greetings, stranger. You are now in the territories of the Whampoan Reich. The shuttle impact near our capital city has greatly aroused our attention. We are sending our homies right now for a visit."
Hey there, I used to be [u][b]Kuchenlein[/b][/u].
I'm here to purge some teenage cringe that has been haunting me.
But maybe I'll linger around.
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