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The old Empire was firmly united and the shattered country had to be rebuilt. Destroyed towns littered the field, smoking in the smothering debris left by a full century of civil war between the powerful factions that had divided the spledon or of the old Empire. However, with all the factions either united or destroyed the "spledor" was long gone, and it would up to Jonathan I to completely restor the old face of the Empire. Consequently, one of his primary objectives was to open the Macabee Empire to the world, and establish the ties necessary to propel the Empire's influence throughout. Consequently, he would publicly note the availability of area for embassies and his openess to alliances and strong economic ties.

OOC: This leaves it open for you...eh, yes, crappy, but I had no time to throw something better together - expect a continuation of this tomorrow..however, if you want to set up ties, go right ahead and post.

thats not that bad.

[Macabea]
Catalan, dressed in his white garb, medals arrayed accross his left breast, stood on the balcony of the royal palace of Macabea. The Royal Palace was a huge baroque complex, equipped with its own missile defense, and extremely beautiful. It was designed to imitate the Royal Palace in Madrid, Spain, and it came out to be tenfold as amazing. The massive courtyard, giving way to the entrance, was empty, as thousands upon thousands of civilians packed the outside boulevard which led to the palace grounds. The boulevard was flanked by two wide sidewalks, built a thousand years before - during the old Empire - of pure marble, and lined with lush, green, trees, only found in the deepest confines of the world. It seemed like a picture of the old military parades of Russia, or Great Britain, only tenfold as vast.

MMA-A2 Hawk Air Superiority Fighters passed overhead at four hundred kilometers per hour in military formation of three aircraft, one at the head, and the other two just under its wings. The crowd gazed at the stars above, pointing at the jets, a sign of the power of the new Empire.

General-feldmarchall Sizen von Trastbur turned to the Emperor and put his hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Sir, you are the first Emperor in a hundred years - you have already done a great thing. But, should you continue, we will all support you. You have the power to do anything you want."

Emperor Jonach I (Jonathan I) smiled and continued to watch into the distant streets, attempting to pinpoint the position of his troops, while Trastbur about faced and left the balcony. Out of the dark stretches of the street the first signs of the new model army walked out, dressed in their white uniforms, and marching in perfect harmony, leaving no signs of dissonance. They goosestepped in order, as fast as possible, giving stiff right arm salutes to the crowds as the onlookers imitated as best as possible. Jonach turned to his wife and said, "A new day has arrived. You no longer need to worry about our future."

The twenty thousand men marching towards the palace was nowhere near the real strength of the planned new model army. In total Jonach I had ordered a mobilization of a million men for the army, plus some seven million logistical troops for the purposes of maintaining the army. Moreover, some seventy thousand tanks, most likely the new Panzerkampfwaggen X Muwatallis', were going to form into one hundred and forty Panzer Divisionen, in order to complete the most powerful armored fist in the region which the Empire occupied. The airforce was to be composed of some fourteen thousand MMA-A2 Hawk Air Superiority Fighters and around four thousand MMA-A1 Kondor Low Altitude Strike Fighters, with appropriate amounts of heavy bombers, AWACs, reconassaince and ground attack aircraft. Furthermore, there were to be ten naval carrier task forces, each composed of 3 Model class Carriers, 5 Raus class Escort Carriers,3 Rommel class Battleships,15 Clauswitz class Frigates,15 Seydlitz class Cruisers,20 Manstein class Destroyers, 20 Patrol Craft and 100 Assorted Shipping. Indeed, some five hundred Toledo class SSNs were also scheduled for release in the next years. In short, the new model army would be vaster than anything the old Empire had fielded before.

The procession had finally made it to the palacial courtyard, and all the men were pushed into the area, and organized into rows and columns. A hush fell over the crowds around them and Catalan gazed over his men, very pleased. Finally, he gave another stiff right arm salute, and his men followed, then by the crowds. All kept it there for a minute, until he released, his men released and then the crowd... a new day had arisen.

Zarbia is glad to see our great ally The Macabees back on their feet. We wish to continue diplomatic relations and perhaps organize an embassy exchange. To prove our continuing good faith we plan to wire 1,000,000,000 Zarbs to The Macabees.

-The Junta

OOC: I'm re-starting my history - so there was no "old Macabees"..but bah, a minor misunderstanding.

IC:

Catalan opened the letter titled Zarbia and read it, and again smiled. It seemed his life was much happier after his accension to the throne, than before, and quickly set to write a response:


To: Zarbia

Yes, the Empire would be very willing to ally with your powerful nation, and any money for the re-construction would be much appreciated. We will never forget what you have done for us, and we will repay you in kind when the time is most ripe.

[signed]Jonach I

Current Alliances

Zarbia


*cough*looking for more...

bah! bump. I never get a good turnout.

OoC: Not allying myself with you would be the same as not allying my brain with my left foot, stupid and just plainly wrong.

IC:

We truly with to establish an alliance with your empire, however my time on the broadcasting channels is short so I'll keep it at this:

- An alliance between our two nations will be formed.

- We will provide you with the needing materials for your rebuilding, this amount will be trippeld after eight years.

- An exchange of embassies and military observers.

Now I am afraid I must go, my enemies are closing in and my security forces cannot hold them back any longer, we wish you well.

Marc Reranderas,
Imperial Councillor.

If The Macabees will accept it, a spot has been reserved for an embassy in Zarbia City. We encourage our ally to begin construction as soon as possible.

-The Junta

[Dumpsterdam]
OOC: What's the deal with the enemies? Could I help in any way?
IC:

Encrypted Data Burst to Dumpsterdam
Ja, all three points are agreeable. If you are in need of help please brief us and we will send all the aid needed to help, if we cannot aid due to any special circumstances then... we will have to find a way! Much thanks for the aid, we will repay in kind whenever needed.

[Zarbia]
Construction of an embassy in Zarbia will begin as soon as possible. Please, be sure to construct an embassy in Macabea City as well!

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OOC: I'll make a map of my diplomatic quarters so that everyone can choose where they want to go!

Phases of Construction
1. Re-construction of Soburguntia
2. Re-construction of the Southern Empire
3. Finishing of the complete mobilization

bump

The two hundred prisoners were piled out of the military train, camoflauged in greed, black and an occassional white. Their faces were grey of the dust piled on it from the non-stop seventy-two hour rail trip all the way from northern Hassel - the old division of the old Empire, prior to the most recent unification which had only been completed under a month ago. They were the old cadre of Hassel, the generals who had once opposed the re-unification and had fought the Macabee division for control of the old Empire, and then turned around and supported a coup by Jonach Catalan against the old king of the Macabees. Jonach I, now emperor of the Macabee Empire, decided that they were too much of a threat to have alive, and thus ordered them executed, clandestinly.

And so, they found their way down to the core of Macabee territory, facing a military prison. None of them could have guessed death, just a prison term, and even that was too much. One broke down crying. However, any dreams for freedom were soon dashed as guards stepped out of the concrete walls of the prison with sub machine guns and began to give out orders. One yelled,"Take off your clothes immediately!"

The prisoners were hesitant at first, but after they were pushed around most willingly stripped, while those who failed to do so were beaten with the butts of rifles. Finally, all stood naked, in front of the prison walls, in a most awkward situation. One of the guards laughed, swung his sub machine gun out from its upright position and started to spray the group with lead bullets. The slaughter was immense. When it was finally over the prisoners who occupied the prison were told to clean up the mess under supervision - soon those would be dead too, although through the much cleaner procedure of gassing. All in all, some six thousand men would be dead within the next three days...

OoC: Working on the story for it, should be done in a few days.

IC:

Councillor Reranderas is currently not available, but he has assured me that his problems should not become yours.

Should you need to contact him you can talk to me.

4th Imperial Codebreaker.