NationStates Jolt Archive

The old man walked down the long, gothic corridor, he sighed and looked out of one of the windows, the city of Cologne, the lights of which blinked friendlily at the aged Premier.
‘My beautiful Klingenshtat, you for far too long have been selfishly held to our chest.’
He coughed a little, and then smiled, on the very edges of the mountains the sky was turning grey. His Iron Cross glistened in the moon light, his silver hair and moustache did the same.
‘Herr Müller, Herr Müller.’ A voice whispered behind him.
‘Yes Franz (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Klingenshtat/Franzconcept.png)?’ Asked the Premier tiredly.

The Figure emerged from the darkened passage, the scar on his face glistened in the moon light, the monacle hung from the button hole in the man’s jacket, he also seemed to be emitting a loud ticking sound.
‘I was wondering, about the up coming budget, and whether the Army will be getting an increase in funds.’ He asked rather hopefully.
Franz Schlieder was the General of the Klingenshtat armee, and had been pushing the President to give him some extra funds, in the hope of his master plan.
A so called “Mega Tank” or as the naval commander had called it a “Land Battleship”, a preposterous idea.
‘Franz, I have more important matters. I want to bring Klingenshtat back into the light of the world, and I intend to do that tomorrow, over the television.’ He smiled slightly as he saw Franz frown.
‘President Müller, are you sure that is what you should do?’ Franz was now beginning to sound anxious, Josef Müller smiled.
‘Yes, I do. You know that I, as President, may do what I wish.’
Franz sighed, frowned again, then disappeared into the darkness.


The Lights clicked on with a loud bang, the Camera was adjusted, the technician began to count off the seconds.
Then the President spoke, 60 million people in Klingenshtat and ,hopefully, billions of people around the globe were watching.

‘Guten Tag, I am President Josef Müller of the Germanic Republic of Klingenshtat, and I, on this day, declare the period of isolationism to be over for our tiny nation, on this day we, as an infant to the international stage, take our first steps. It is for our people that I do this, for our nation. I ask to the greater nations of this world that we live in to contact us, to speak to us, to extend the hand of friendship, as we are to you. We await your call, and we hope that you may help us in our first, difficult steps, thank you.’

The Flag of the Germanic Republic faded in, and the national anthem struck up, played by the National Brass Band.
Josef smiled and looked around the camera and studio crews, they all burst into a round of applause, he smiled and applauded with them, he then shook their hands personally, and congratulated them on a job well done, all they had to do now, was play the waiting game.
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Franz looked down onto the yard from his office, outside there were several of the MKI Panzer tanks, and several of the Grosse Panzers, their crews bustling about in either their “work” uniforms, or their dress uniforms. Franz snarled and turned back into the ornate office.
‘I’m getting sick of Josef’s pissing around, denying me my budget.’ He was muttering to the tape recorder on his desk, a diary, of sorts.
‘And to cap it all he is now giving that bitch Hannah more money? What do the damn navy need more money for? If they fail who will be left? Der Armee, and without the necessary armoured punch to knock our foes back into the sea, disgusting.’ He sighed and clicked the red button and stopped the recording.

Why he does this I do not know, but I do know I will get that damn budget boost.

He snarled again, then poured himself some whiskey.
Private sponsors may be the answer, but why would I place so much advertising on the bloody thing?

He sat down and mused over things, at the same time, Hedrick Grissen was just paying for a newspaper, he headed to the beer hall on the street, there were many of these things in the cities, and several in the towns and at least one per village, the social club, a meeting place, and a place for a cool, crisp beer.
Hedrick took up his normal place near the corner of the large hall and quietly read.
He glanced around and saw some men playing chess, some talking, a couple arguing over their political “faith”. He smiled; Klingenshtat was a rather lively place, especially in these little havens of socialising.

OOC:
Panzer MK I: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Klingenshtat/K-PZmk1.png
Grosse Panzer: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Klingenshtat/Gpzmk1.jpg

Katherine Dawson dropped off a thin folder titled "Klingenshtat" on the Under Secretary Mark Sokoloff's desk with a wry smile. "Check this out, these Klingenshtat guys are one of the newest nations, and the have declared their independence as a nation being the three-hundred "something"th nation to join the political sh~~storm on this planet by joining the United Nations."

Sokoloff scoffed and started thumbing through the folder with his right hand while drinking from his large coffee mug with his left "Yo, Kat could you run this to the break room and slap this in the mircowave, its f~~~ing cold!"

While waiting for Kathering to come back with his warmed coffee he read the United Nations report for Klingenshtat... "Declares independence in 1991, has gained no allies so far... decent military, nice population... developing economy... Nice." he thumbed through more of the file when Katherine came back with his coffee "Thanks Kat, you're a life saver. About this file... these guys would make excellent allies if we opened an embassy with them, they have a developing economy that is growing exponentially, a nice population about twice the size California state... a military about the size of the Dallas-Fort Worth area... and they're already in the United Nations. What do you think?"

Katherine stood there with her own coffee in her right hand and her left grasping her chin. "You know, I can't make those kind of decisions by myself, you have to get everyone's approval on it... but I assure you that you have mine one-hundred percent. These guys look like they're solid and it'd would be considered an investment in diplomacy to do this."

Sokoloff laughed "An investment in diplomacy? You have a nice way of putting it, anyways thanks. As Katherine walked away he stuffed the file into a drawer divided into sections... he sorted through the files until he found the "K" section of the "Allies & Potential Allies" folder and put it in with the rest of the "K" files aplhabetically before closing the drawer shut and getting back to his online gaming.

‘Oh deary me, Franz is playing hell again with the budget, trying to starve the first line of defence is he? Idiot.’
The woman was walking along the wooden deck of the mighty warship Trier, the flagship of the Klingenshtat Kreigsmarine.
She stopped and turned to her second in command, Berti Junof, a tall, fairly handsome man in the a crisp naval uniform with blondish hair and green eyes.
‘Make sure that President Müller doesn’t give him the extra money, I will talk to Franz at a later date, until then, have a few of our cruisers head to Bad Kristoff too.’
‘Jawohl Hannah.’ He gave a crisp salute, and then turned to carry out his orders.
Hannah ( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v160/Midlonia/Klingenshtat/Hannah.png ) turned to look over Durfaur bay, she sighed and lifted her cap to run her hand through her brown hair.
‘I need a holiday…’ she murmured to the sea.