NationStates Jolt Archive

Principal Administrator Iylth Spyd looked at the foreign emissaries with concern furrowed into his brow. The young leader was quite worried, and with good reason. Two brother nations, Senseshilia and Iylcarian, had sent representatives to inform him that if his nation didn't commit to a "don't touch" policy upon theirs, they promised a struggle.

Though Iylcarian would no doubt be crushed in any assault against Colondia's borders, Seneshilia was quite a threat in terms of war, with what was normally an iron fist, now pointing its children to the path of combat.

This had all started in the Confederacy of Colonia's inception, where in their small patch of land they called a country, they found quite the bounty of uranium and many of the materials needed for various other weapons. While this would normally lead to questionable practices by the country residing in a land such as this, the fledgeling Colondia were only interested in their own survival, considering the barren landscape that inhabited every horizon in the small nation.

From what Iylth could tell, the two nations were threatened by the various resources they had. He could only hope the negotiations went well, for he pleaded with whatever higher power that his hastily gathered army of 300,000 would never have to be put to use. Their weapons were not yet refined enough, and they had not established ties to other nations yet; He only hoped that in case of war, some well-doing nation would answer his call for help.

The normally almost-paranoid Iylth was quite convinced that their search for self-preservation was only a cleverly disguised threat, and this worried him more.

"Sir, a matter from a nieghbouring country has just been wired here," a small, pastly fellow told his leader.

"So, Colondia is under attack? Hmph." A large, brown-haired man said, his green eyes glistening behind his sunglasses.

"The council has advised against going into this matter, and continuing to try to keep ourselves out of trouble, Prime Minister."

The PM turned, and snarled, "Firstly, tell those little bastards to stuff it. Secondly, tell them to only refer to me as Altor BlackHeart. Thirdly, wire a message to Colondia immediately, telling them that they have the support of the Cronos Light Military, and it's leader."

"B...but sir!" The small man stuttered, becoming increasingly aware of the threat on his personal safety.

"Did I tell you to talk back? GET GOING, NOW! There isn't a moment to waste!" Altor bellowed, causing the small man to run out at his top speed, to escape the Minister's fury.

Altor turned around again, continuing to look out the window at his country.

The Iylcarian representative was the first to step forward and speak. "Don't look so worried," the representative said calmly, "We're not here to declare a war."

The Senseshilia representative took a step forward, and stated in a harsh voice: "Unless, of course, you decide to start launching armed warheads in our general direction. Our only demand is you sign this binding policy agreeing not to start slaunching warheads at us."

The Senseshilia representative slams the paper down on the desk, and the Iylcarian representative turns to face him. "Listen," he says in the same calm voice, "Maybe it's best for me to do all the talking."

And so, the talks went on for a couple of hours, and everything was going smoothly there. However, back on the home front, a corrupt general and his armed forces battalion had gone on the offensive and left for Colondia, unbeknowingst to anyone... not even Senseshilia's highest-ranking military officials and Razor, the dictator...

"Sir, now that you've successfully won another election, what is on your agenda?" The meek advisor piped up, only to have the icey glare of his country's leader confront him. The dark robed individual looked about the room at his various advisors, and laughed.

"It is quite obvious. I have been watching the situation between Colondia, Iylcarian, and Senseshilia. We must show our support of Colondia in its decision, whatever it chooses." Stroking the pet demon spawn sitting beside him, the leader of Memnoch Computer Room again rose from his massive throne.

"But...sir, Senseshilia-"

"I know entirely enough about Senseshilia to make this decision. No matter, there are other countries that seem to be throwing their support behind Colondia, anyways, and I for one trust the Principal Administrator. Inform him that this country will support him, in peace and in war." Turning away from his advisors, the leader of Memnoch Computer Room left the room, before any other questions or statements could be made.

Feroce sat on his throne wondering when the alliance documents would return so that he may aid Iylth in his time of need. Feroce had the manpower nessecary, but not the armaments, thus making the alliance all the more important. *Sigh* :Waiting around for things to happen sure is boreing...:

:I suppose I could send the entire Imperial Guard on "vacation" in Colondaria along with all their equipment. Conveniantly placing them right where they need to be once the alliance is complete. The HLDF, Militia and Police can handle defences of the country well enough and the church can certainly handle itself.: Feroce taps into the government communications network to relay the information to his assets. :It's a good thing that my nation isn't on the front lines... I have other problems to deal with. The sticky bunning of my country by The Republic of Marijornia shall not go without retaliation!:

Withing a few hours the 5,383,770 troops currently in the Imperial Guard, mobilize for Colondaria and the HDF are manning the Templarae Angelis' defences.