NationStates Jolt Archive


A Gull Flag Decade (open)

Iansisle
22-02-2008, 10:29
Just one year after the elections that had catapulted him to power, Nicodemo Ranalte’s popularity on the Shield remained undeniable. West of MacMillan Street in Ianapalis, his picture backed by the Gull Flag hung from nearly every building. The captions read “Peace. Stability. Ranalte.” Those three words summed up the president’s platform nearly perfectly.

Although few dared mention it, those goals had been met largely at the expense of the ideals of the Bradsworthian Revolution. Iansisle under Ranalte was a far more totalitarian state than it had ever been under the ancien régime. Under the Constitution of 1959, power was neatly concentrated in the hands of the president and few realistically expected to see a name other than Ranalte’s ever on the ballot.

One did not, however, in Iansisle see the brutal oppression in other similarly undemocratic nations. Ranalte was supported more than anything by his immense popularity and the great willingness of the people to be led. It was not that the Iansislean population naturally drifted towards dictators, just that they were exhausted after eight years of revolution, massacres, internecine strife, martial law and two invasions. The Shieldian economy, once the powerhouse of Tilsitia, had fallen in complete shambles and the population had almost suffered their worst famine since the creation of the Grand Empire three hundred years ago.

Ranalte, already famous as the man who defeated the Tyrant-King and drove the Effitians out of the Jaizar Valley, had removed the bickering, paralyzed National Assembly from its prime role and used an election scandal to imprison the leaders of the dissenting Radical faction. With complete power, he had taken steps to secure food imports and averted the immediate economic crisis. He had also reinvigorated both the heavily indebted treasury and the miniscule workforce by demobilizing vast swathes of the Iansislean armed forces. At no point since the Effitian invasion in 1954 had the Shieldian armed forces been so small. The Flying Corps had been forced to mothball hundreds of older aircraft; the army had been reduced by roughly half, to about 235,000 men; and the Navy had laid up in ordinary all but three of its battleships -- only Indomitable, Resolute, and Sanguine remained in commission.

The ‘peace’ part of Ranalte’s program was the only one that remained strictly questionable. Within months of his taking power, revolutions toppled the governments of nearby Noropia, Tharia, and Troobodia. Shieldian soldiers were sent in all three cases and republics closely aligned with Ianapalis were set up. It is true, however, that Ranalte carried through on his ‘Quit Gallaga’ program, resulting in Iansisle’s largest colony being set up as an independent, self-governing Republic with Hiresh Dhawan as the first president. Nonetheless, the Gallagan republic -- just like the Noropian, Troobodian, and Tharian ones -- was closely tied to the Gull Flag Republic through the new ‘Iansislean Federation’ -- a new alliance of former Shieldian states allied defensively and economically. Although all of the four republics are nominally equal within the Federation, no one doubts that it is Ranalte’s government which truly speaks for the group as a whole.

One sour note in Ranalte’s symphony is provided by Wyclyfe, a tiny independent state of just about one million ethnic Shieldians almost completely enclosed by the Gull Flag Republic. When the Grand Empire collapsed before Bradsworth’s revolution, little Wyclyfe -- penetrated perhaps more heavily than any other area by Igovian thought -- had its own revolution. The little Igovian state was then supplied with a small store of modern weapons by the Igovian Soviet Commonwealth of Beth Gellert. Although the Republic has blockaded access to Wyclyfe for almost five years, Ranalte remains cautious in the face of Beddgelern technology. He seems to prefer to wait the small state out, counting on its isolation from the rest of the world and its shared ethnic bonds with the rest of the Republic to effect a peaceful reunification.

Little of this is discussed, however, in Ranalte’s address to the National Assembly of July 1960, broadcast nationally and internationally on the first anniversary of his presidency. He reflects on the successes of the previous year and speculates to a peaceful, prosperous future with Iansislean prestige, economic competitiveness, and diplomacy once again dominant on the world stage.

“We are at a critical juncture of history,” he concluded. “The turmoil and strife of the previous decade are now behind us and, with the effort and dedication of every citizen from the upper Jaizar to Cape MacMillan, we shall restore the prosperity which lies beneath the very soil of the Shield. With the help of our friends across the Federation, we shall not fail to assure the greatest mutual prosperity. We shall all work together to make these next ten years glorious ones -- a Gull Flag decade.”

((ooc: Basically, a reintroduction to the world. I’ve been away from NS for some time now and find myself in the peculiar position of knowing very few people. If you are interested in diplomatic relations with the Gull Flag Republic, please post here!

PS: I know the dates here might be some 45-50 years before your nation ‘exists’. Not to worry! Iansisle sits on a rift in the space-time continuum that allows us, a past tech nation, to exist and roleplay with MT, PMT, and FT nations all at once. I hate having my options limited by something so mundane as time ;-P

PPS: The words ‘the Shield’/‘Iansisle’/‘the Gull Flag Republic’ and ‘Iansislean’/‘Shieldian’ are used fairly interchangeably. In absolute terms, Iansisle / Iansislean refers to anyone from the Republic. The Shield and Shieldian refers to the specific ethnicity which dominates, but is by no means exclusive, in the Republic. The Gull Flag Republic is a common nickname for the Republic of Iansisle.

PPPS: In case the history is a little foggy in the prose above, here’s the recent events in a nutshell: about eight years ago, the Grand Empire of Iansisle was overthrown by a revolution led by Charles Bradsworth. Initially, King James agreed with Bradsworth and everything was hunky-dory. After a time, however, James became dissatisfied with the radicalization of the National Assembly and fled. The Republic was declared, James was captured by Ranalte, a dashing young general then, and hanged. However, things went from bad to worse as wars and economic disaster rocked the Shield. The Assembly was not able to maintain cohesion after Bradsworth was executed and Ranalte, in a bloodless coup d’etat, took power and wrote a new constitution to favor himself. Things gradually began to get better and here we are now.

PPPPS: that was the really, really short version.

PPPPPS: I’m working on a map that should help clear everything up.))
Walmington on Sea
28-02-2008, 10:00
Needless to say, Walmington, oblivious to moves against its imperial interests, is happy to be able to regard Iansisle once again as a stable and good white Christian nation with which is can continue to do business. The whole 'Quit Gallaga' business has been a little too strange for most to think about, and though some important people are greatly troubled by it, it is hard for the new Tory government to really criticise Ranalte without bringing the whole controversy of on-going imperialism back to the fore. Suppressing the darkies is something best done, not discussed, after all. To see the Republic continuing its anti-Communist works upsets only a Labour Party fringe, and military down-sizing lets Walmington feel better about its defence forces' own regression.

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Adihan
28-02-2008, 15:50
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Dear Sir/Madam,
The government of Ad'ihan is currently attempting to expand our international relations following independence. We have received with interest information that your government is likewise looking for new international partners.

With your nation once having taken part in a Cherry Cup on Liverpool England soil, the Senate has been more than happy to approve bilateral relations between our two countries. I write today to present an offer of an embassy and ambassadorial exchange.

Should your government be agreeable to relations with Ad'ihan, we would offer you an embassy in the capital, Ad'ihan City. Furthermore, Mr Denton Thomas has been approved by the Senate to act as Ambassador to Iansisle.

I look forward to a reply.

Yours sincerely,
Senator Thomas Desaiye
Senatorial Secretary for Foreign Affairs
Iansisle
29-02-2008, 02:18
Senator Desaiye,
The Iansislean Republic would be most honored to receive Mr Denton Thomas and any staff which he may require. Please have Mr Thomas inform the Foreign Office when he arrives so that President Ranalte's schedule may be cleared to formally receive him. We have appropriated #16 Unsterbank Square as an embassy for his mission located close to Jameston Place.

We would also like to nominate Mr Edward Rodring to take a mission to your Fine Country. Mr Rodring is a well-experienced foreign official currently finishing a mission as ambassador to Tharia. With your permission, we shall fly Mr Rodring and his staff to Ad'ihan City fortwith.

Ever your humble servant,

B. Rinehart
Director of Foreign Affairs
#3 Jameston Place
Iansisle
Magnus Valerius
29-02-2008, 11:57
OOC: Tag!

I will RP here after we wrap up the Death of Kings. :D
Beth Gellert
08-03-2008, 10:39
Pacific Ocean, east of PNG

It would be possible, looking out over this greatest of oceans from such a stable platform as this to actually feel the often absent calm attributed in name to the Pacific, were the great ship not half-full of boisterous Geletian Celts. Igovian Communism was on the rise, and Indian worries -about isolation and its attendant menace- were drifting away. The snail's pace necessitated by the attachment of the light carrier CS Remiped and two Brompton Class fleet oilers to the mission certainly created aboard the India Class fleet carrier a feeling that nothing was of pressing importance as the ship's trimaran hull cut through the waters at hardly half of maximum cruise speed.

Remiped was on hand to provide ASuW patrol with its Dhruv and Super-Helix helicopters, though the bigger CS Tendulkar could have managed that herself, the purpose of the Utopia Class battleship Icaria still less clear.

With the little fleet crossing the equator yet again, this time from south to north, fifteen hands on the flight-deck of the Tendulkar have the eyes of a hundred more, including several on each of the ship's two bridges.

"No ball! Free hit!" Cry onlookers as one of the fifteen, dressed in the bright uniform he usually wears while visually directing aircraft on or approaching the deck, gestures with his arm. "Come on!" Protests the man adjudged to have planted his foot over a chalk line, "We hit a swell during my run up!" "Don't argue with the umpire, Hesterix!" And the irked Celt runs up again before dispatching another 130km/h delivery, which is pelted with a resounding report of rubber on willow, the ball sailing over fielders and spectators alike to cries of, "Six!" and a wildly over-optimistic, "Caaaatch iiiit!" from Hesterix.

An amplified voice from the ship's operations bridge reports, "Eleven off the over, Pattabhiraman at the starboard end 42 off 37, Gungabissoon at the port end 16 off 10. Ifyans to bowl to Gungabissoon at the port end." And the fielders scurry about to place themselves for a likely comical attempt at Geletian spin-bowling and a change of ends with the new over.

From the flight-control bridge a crew member leaning from a window flips over several boards on a scoreboard that now reads, "First innings, Hindus 160/2 (Pattabhiraman 42, Gungabissoon 16), Celts 110/10 (Ardgall 48, Hesterix 17*)" and in doing so tells a familiar story: Geletians can't play cricket, but they'll be damned if anyone else is having fun without them.

With the Outward-bound Fleet Test heading for a Hindu declaration before tea on day 2, the destination of the Indian ships appears ever more evident.

(OOC: Don't worry, we're not going to try invading the Shield with three thousand sailors or anything. This probably isn't the perfect place to put this, but unless somebody gets excited and somebody else gets shot it doesn't quite seem to merit a thread of its own. Just another mission in the Wyclyfe saga.)
Iansisle
11-07-2008, 10:33
Ironically, the Naval Intelligence Office probably knew more about the Beddgelen fleet than the actual government of Wyclyfe did. Labeled as a "potential aggressor" because of its relationship with the breakaway state and at "technology level RTA+5.75" (whatever that meant to the vast bureaucracy of the Admiralty), the Soviet Commonwealth was monitored as closely as possible by the Office. The presence of a sizable task force in the North Pacific, the first such fleet most officers could recall ever seeing that far east, was a cause for some consternation. Some of the more hawkish admirals wanted to send out Home Fleet to blast the Igovians before they could penetrate the Straits; others could not shake the specter of Salvador and advised running away and letting the Soviets take whatever they wanted.

In the end, a compromise left both sides unhappy. The Foreign Office would contact the Soviet Commonwealth, inviting the ships to shore leave at Mansmouth (under the guns of Home Fleet), along with a politely-worded reminder that both the Straits of Weshield and the Skull were considered the territorial waters of the Republic and any incursions would be treated as an act of war.

Meanwhile, under the guidance of the Temporary Committee to Steer the Revolution and its exuberant adviser, Wyclyfe was slowly turning into something resembling a modern state (and, at the subtle prodding of the aforementioned exuberant adviser, one with a doctrine somewhat more resembling that of a proper Igovian state). Natural resources were still strictly limited and the complete embargo of the Republic remained in place, but the comrades were willing to do without to thumb their collectivized noses at Nicky Shieldian.
Beddgelert
30-10-2008, 14:37
(OOC: Well, it has been months, and I'm not even entirely sure that ol' Ian's still active on the RP side of things, but I'm back in blighty, much to my consternation, and with my PC back in front of me have little else to do but suffer from crushing jetlag, so I figure why not prod this and see if it wakes? No matter either way, I suppose.)

The Soviet reply to the Foreign Office was delayed by fleet-to-base hold ups resulting from the fact that everybody aboard Tendulkar, captain included, was caught up in an unlikely fight-back by the Celts in the Fleet Test series after it turned out that Lieutenant Ifyans actually could bowl pretty handy leg-spin, even with a hard rubber ball on a moving aircraft carrier's flight deck. And, as stand-in wicketkeeper, Y Sbortóanghii goalie Cacofonix o Eirody, serving aboard Remiped was proving more than handy, saying that cricket balls were much easier to catch than hockey pucks, anyway.

In the end, though, the response was affirmative. The fleet would put in at Mansmouth. Perhaps that wouldn't get the carried supplies through to Wyclyfe, but it would be historic, none the less. And, if Remiped and the tenders and escorts would be laid bare at close range against Iansislian guns, even the most serious degeneration of the situation would at least give the much-vaunted survivability of the India Class trimaran a practical test and present an opportunity to justify the expense of the Utopia Class battleship run, which had just sent its twelfth hull out for sea trials.

By satellite phone, the little mission to Wyclyfe was appraised of these developments (not so much the fleet test, rather the planned visit), and expected to pass the information on to the TCSR, whose reaction might be... interesting.

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70,000t Utopia Class, of which Icaria was the fourth hull in service.

(OOC: Heh, all right, so I got back all my information on Soviet warships, pictures, names, statistics, and what not, now that I'm home for the first time since '06...)
The Blessed Horned Rat
10-11-2008, 00:53
Kritislik’s nostrils flared as his lungs took a great long breath and drew the shimmering snuff of grounded Warpstone deep into his twitching face. As a Seer Lord and particularly aged Skaven - both impressive achievements respectively, he had long since learned to suppress the urge to squeak and screech the agony and exquisite pain that always followed ingesting the crystallised form of chaotic magic.

The Lord of Decay - one of thirteen making up the Council - absent-mindedly raked a claw across his snout and wiped the blood weeping from his nostrils as his vision began to swim and colour. The floors and walls of the drab stone-cut chamber soon dissolved and shattered into a million shards of spectral light that changed colour twice a second a million times over. Kritislik noticed without truly caring that his paws had dissolved into nothingness in front of his glassy eyes.

The door to the chamber creaked open slowly as the long, pointed snout of a man-rat hesitantly pushed itself between frame and door and regarded the chamber; dried, caked blood that marked Warpstone visions decades and years old, heavy shackles peppered with rust and used to hold down the Skaven who had neither the willpower or the strength to resist smashing their limbs during particularly delirious experiences.

“My Lord?” The dirty, brown-furred rat squeaked as the Servant crept through the door proper and fixed its eyes on the equally dirty, white-furred Grey Seer whose face was obscured by the bucket of bloody water it had submerged its head into and now bubbled sporadically. Breaking into a sprint the lesser Skaven hauled the snout of the Lord of Decay from the blissful drowning and set it back against the bloody, stony, floor. The rat squealed in pain as a shackled paw flew out and deliriously struck the servant under the jaw.

Kritislik’s head lolled, his bright blue eyes opening slowly, as slits. “Blessed is the Horned One for he shows many things …”

Unfastening the shackles, the Lord of Decay rose unsteadily to standing and reared himself to the maximum of his limited stature. “To your feet Curz,” He hissed whilst lapping half-heartedly at the mixture of blood, sweat and water dripping from his soaking snout. “More of the Top-World presents itself. We must prepare a message …”

The Servant Skaven nodded mutely as it pulled a handful of loosened incisors from its mouth and scattered them to the floor regretfully.







To new Men-Who-Dwell-Above!

Blessed is the Horned One who guides all ways and fates, and has seen fit to give knowledge of you to us once more. Humble congratulations we extend to your great nation and people who have endured such hardships, so well!

Fine cities and rolling green landscapes are yours, and further we wish prosperity and ever-peace upon you. Your return to the world presents new trading opportunities and as the interpreter of the will of The Horned One (Blessed be his glory and his power) I believe the Clans of the Skaven peoples would be eager to offer their services to you as well. The Council of Thirteen is on a permanent quest for certain commodities you may be in a position to offer us.

I look forward to our correspondence. As always, Iansisle prevails!


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Grey Seer Kritislik - Seer Lord and Lord of Decay, Interpreter of the Will of the Horned One (Blessed is his name)