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On a vote of 5-4, the Commonwealth Supreme Court of Western Sahara has handed down a decision declaring that the banning of females from attending the Commonwealth Western Saharan military academies, is illegal, unconstitutional, and in the words of the chief justice, "morally repugnant".


The governor of Western Sahara, Henry Stahlecker, along with a Mississippian Egyptian Senator, Simon Rutledge, have taken up their spots in the entrance way of the main Commonwealth Infantry Academy in Stahlecker City, in Central Western Sahara, on the coast.

Rutledge was heard shouting, "Women in an Infantry Academy! Why? They're not allowed in the Infantry! The courts will legislate from the bench though, and they'll damn us all to hell! You'll see, they'll damn us all to hell with their sinful decrees!"

About four hundred of the six hundred and twenty two cadets, all males, gathered outside to join in forming a line, a physical barrier, to bar access to the admissions office, for the nearly twenty women who had to go to court to be granted the right to enroll in the academy.

The governor, Henry Stahlecker, had the following to say to the international press, "We can clearly see a pattern of femi-commie behavior sweeping across this land and this Federated Commonwealth, and if folks don't rise up and do something about it, I tell you the next thing is going to be women deciding that they don't need to have kids, women deciding they don't to dress modest, women deciding they don't need to get married. Then maybe they'll turn to lesbianism, then maybe they'll start miscegenating, then maybe even they'll start forming communist feminazi groups and agitating for so-called equality. I think we as a society have decided that the laws of God matter more than some feel good social agenda, anyway, feminism is the brainchild of the jew, remember that, don't you ever forget that..."

He stopped talking long enough to turn and shake hands with a man who had just shouted, "Go back to Russia, you commie whores!" at a group of women trying to push their way through the line.

None of the men were budging though, they just stood their ground, the police standing nearby. They had been tasked with assuring the women were able to get into the academy, but they were just standing around, giving the silent nod to the male cadets.

The full support of the Empire is given to Mississippi in the matter of their historic decision to give women their God given right to defend their country. Though it is a difficult process to which I can attest, nevertheless it is a necessary one. It is far better to have the wider range of talent and courage this decision leads to than the opposite--a narrowing of vision and focus, and dependance on an illusory view of the world that is antithetical to a warrior's vision of truth.


Admiral Carlotta de Goethe,
Chief of the Imperial General Staff
Teutonic Empire of Lavenrunz

Commenting on the matter, was governor-general Louis Stahlecker, of the recently hurricane struck Fabus Island.

The category 7 hurricane "hurricane jamal", which was given its own category for being so strong, (considered stronger than the idea of what a 6 would have been), left much of the island in ruins, but property damage was surprisingly light, due to the storm walls built around major cities and settlements.

The governor was walking along the beach surveying the damage to some boats as he made his remarks, "You mean to tell me they're letting those women into the Infantry academy? Hell, what sort of education does some woman need to get married, handle cooking and cleaning, and then have a bunch of kids? Tell me, why are they even letting them graduate high school?"


The reporter, not a Mississippian, appeared rather shocked by his comments, and decided not to reply.

Admiral Carlotta de Goethe,
Chief of the Imperial General Staff
Teutonic Empire of Lavenrunz



"Women will attend our academies, over my dead body. I draw the line in the dust and I say "No women in the academies today, no women tomorrow, and no women forever..." And that is where I stand."

Henry Stahlecker, Governor-General of Western Sahara

The Czar, responded to the earlier statements of Henry Stahlecker, first by saying, "As for your earlier remarks, that could be arranged..." (Most accepted this was in reply to the "Over my dead body")


Secondly, he replied by saying, "I find it disturbing that judges that swear their loyalty to me, and have a history of helping the regime, are not listened to when they hand down rulings and decisions, and these decisions do not run contrary to any standing laws or standing racial laws. Permission to attend an academy does not, and will not, translate into admission into infantry units or combat positions. I am deeply disturbed however, by the lack of flexibility amongst many of my governor-generals, who are tasked, by me, with carrying out their orders.

I suggest they begin doing so... Those people, who have fought for the right to attend a very prestigious Commonwealth academy, will be allowed to attend. Not because of some social fad, but because they passed the extremely difficult criteria, including physical training and tests. They will be admitted if I have to walk them inside the academy myself. And I wonder how many would protest their Czar... Will you Simon Rutledge, protest your Czar? Will you Henry Stahlecker, protest your Czar? Will you question me, or will you do as I say? Either follow my orders and serve me well, or stop claiming to serve and represent me, and be open with your insurrection against my will."



Simon Rutledge and Henry Stahlecker were unavailable for comments when their offices were called. Rumors were they were out hunting...

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Ooc- Between Lavenrunz and DA.



It was a typically cool day in Western Sahara, the climate having been permanently (hopefully) altered, many a year ago. Henry Stahlecker and Simon Rutledge were both out in one of the many forests that dotted Western Sahara, each had an over-under shotgun, they were pheasant hunting. Henry had hoped to get away from all the reporters trying to bother him to comment on the women and the supreme court ruling.

He raised up his shotgun and the upper barrel erupted with a bang, in the air, about sixty feet away, a pheasant fell from its path and thudded against the ground.

Rutledge chuckled, "You bagged one, great shot... Too bad you can't do that to reporters, eh?"

Henry nodded his head, "Yeah, I know what you mean, but oh well, nobody will be bothering us out here, I hope not."

At that point they could hear a small plane overhead, hired locally by a reporter, and soon they saw it, a Beechcraft type, soaring overhead.

Rutledge held his hand near his brow to block out the sunlight as he looked up, he was puzzled, asking, "What the hell... Who is that?"

Not long after, a land rover drove up the road. They could see in the front one rather burly fellow driving and a young woman with her feet up on the dashboard as well, a woman with black hair and sunglasses.

Rutledge sighed as Henry shook his head, somebody had found them, way out here, found them...

Rutledge held his shotgun tight across his chest as he walked towards the dirt path the vehicle was coming up on, shouting, "What are you doing back here?" as they got closer.

The door opened and the woman, who was wearing a dress rather like a long shirt that was belted at the waist, sandals on her slender feet and had an engaging smile, took off her sunglasses and said, "I have a pass, your Excellency! We're journalists from Lavenrunz!"

Simon shuddered, as did Henry. Henry though took it one step further and sighed loudly, saying, "Who gave you a pass, woman?"

"Paul Stahlecker, Excellency." the Lavenrunzians, in an odd motion, made a heel clicking set of bows. She was still smiling in a friendly manner.

"And my name is Christina Bruhl, of the Imperial News Network, by the way."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Okay, so what do you want... Well, woman, what I mean is to ask what your business here is."

She seemed to widen her smile, and said, "Well, Excellency, we are here to cover the changes taking place in your region of Western Sahara with regard to the status of women in the military."

He shook his head, "I've made myself clear, there will be NO, read my lips, NO, NONE, NOT ONE, woman in this Commonwealth Army."

Rutledge smiled at Henry's remarks.

"Yes Excellency. Of course the law has been passed though." she says, the last word lilting so that it becomes a question.

He again shook his head, "The law of God says otherwise, and I will hold to them until death..."

They noticed that some of the Lavenrunzians have a camera going at this point.

He glared at the camera, through gritted teeth, practically growling, "Turn that off... Now!"

Christina, apprehensive, said, "Turn it off, Fritz." she looked sadly at Henry. "I'm sorry...I guess we're not welcome."

He nodded his head, and with a big grin that turned into a patronizing smile, said, "Yes, now you understand!"

She nodded, her eyes lowered. "Please excuse us, we must have misunderstood Herr Minister Stahlecker's pass...or I must have rather." she blushed.

He sighed, not wanting to get into trouble with his brother. He just shook his head and said, "Fine, fine, use your damn camera... What do you want to know?"

She made a signal which was immediately obeyed as the camera was raised. She said, "Perhaps I'm just not understanding the laws well, but didn't the law get passed in the senate?"

He shook his head, frowning, "No, it was activist judges in the Supreme Court in Stahlecker City, legislating from the bench..."

"Oh...well that's interesting because that means they are interpreting the law to allow women to enter the military, is that correct?" she asked.

Rutledge answered that question, "Yes, that is their, WRONG, interpretation, their godless interpretation. And if they continue on that path, it'll be the doom of us all."

With a nod, Christina said, "How would that be the doom of you all, please, Senator?"

He was quick to answer, "If we sign over our armed forces to the sex of eve, we all will be doomed and cursed by her sin..."

"I see." she nodded. "But won't there just be a few women entering at first, Senator? Or am I wrong about that?" she asked innocently.

He shook his head, "That's how they work it, get their foot in the door, get people to accept a bit of sin, and then raise the temperature and add more sin... But I tell you this, those judges, they'll be in a lake of fire for eternity."

Christina says, "So both you gentlemen are against it...what response do you expect from the Czar's Government?"

Henry grinned, "No idea, but I don't care what the Czar, or her husband says..." quickly adding, "It's clear who wears the pants at Stalingrad..."

Christina smiled at him. "But...surely the Czar and Czarina are the rulers of your Federation?"

Henry nodded his head, "Yes, nominally, they are the leaders, but I think they've both fallen under the sway of demons and false prophets... The Czar might as well be a papist, he's Orthodox Catholic, little better... And the Czarina, she's some sort of Arminianist, isn't she? I mean what sort of liberal Reformed church is she a member of? They probably let women speak in her church..."

Christina tried to hide her boredom at this part of the discussion. *rant rant rant* she thought. *All these fanatics are the same.* "That's very interesting, Excellency. Are any women in Western Sahara actually interested in joining the combat arms?"

Henry sighed, "Yes, sadly there are at least seventy-five...

Rutledge frowned, "Things are going downhill here... It starts out small like this, then more women start getting dangerous ideas in their heads. Next thing you know, it'll be abortion talk..."

Henry shook his head, "Don't you think that for a second, if my woman ever started with that abortion talk, I'd knock some sense into her... Good men can still keep their women good, and safe from them dangerous ideas."

Rutledge had to disagree, it was apparent he and Henry were mostly talking to each other, seemingly unaware of the camera, "No, no, I think the men will fall too... You'll see, I've seen it in pre-1984, how things work... They'll get all the men sexualized, so they don't want wives, but rather whores that offer sex readily and with no relationships, and most men will go for that, unless you control them. Remember, most people need to be controlled."

"That's extremely interesting. I should like, Excellency, to visit the military academy if possible, with your permission." she said with a pleasant smile.

Henry hesitated for a few seconds, finally he nodded his head, "Okay... Yes..."

Rutledge looked down at his watch, and then tapped Henry on the shoulder, "We have to get a moving along on outta here, church is starting up soon."

"Thank you so much, your Excellency!" exclaimed Christina.

Henry slapped her gently on the buttocks, saying with a bit of a grin, "Nah, don't thank me... Thank some friends of mine later who are going to be in town and will likely have a lot of time on their hands..."

Christina blushed hotly at this, and muttered, "I'm not sure what your Excellency means." she nervously tugged her short dress down her bare thighs.

Rutledge frowned, saying, "What were we just talking about? Henry? what were we just talking about?"

Henry smiled, saying only, "Oh, you'll figure it out later... If you're interested that is..."

Christina swallowed, and said nothing. She was suddenly quite frightened but decided that she must simply make some calls later . She said, "I am very grateful to your Excellency, and perhaps you could quickly just confirm the Herr Minister's permission for us to travel here?"

Henry nodded his head, "Yeah, sure, you have my permission... Oh, and believe me, I'm sure you'll have some fun earlier, you'll get to see the insides of some rather nice rural mansions and city penthouses if you're willing to... See them..."

Rutledge sighed again, "Henry, again, what were we just talking about... Come on, we need to get you some good ole gospel preaching..." He tugged on his arm and headed for their nearby car.

In the landrover, Christina found herself shaking. "The pig." she muttered.
Fritz, behind her, said, "What?"
"Nothing." she replied.
"Hey, you aren't upset cause he patted your ass, are you? I mean, it's not like you haven't used a little cheesecake before..."
"Shut up, idiot!" she snapped, glad for the anger to drive potential tears away. Johann, in the driver's seat, looked at her with concern.
She had to admit, she was afraid. She felt they perhaps should not have come to such a disturbing country. But she had faced bullets and fanatics and environmental disasters, and would not let a little fear get in the way of a good story.
They drove towards the military academy.

At the military academy, the local WKM unit was staging a rally in support of the cadets. There were no less than 15,000 robed members of the WKM gathered around, some were shaking hands with cadets, handing out membership applications to interested cadets. More than a few WKM men were clearly wearing police uniforms under their robes, some had even driven to the academy in their patrol cars.


The leader of the group appeared to be a man in a green striped robe, a one Hans Kaltenbrunner, actually the governor-general of Tennessee, but he had flown over to Western Sahara to lead the local unit of Stahlecker City in this rally.

He was shouting something through a bullhorn which was being held up in front of him by a man in black robe.

The landrover pulled up near the demonstration, and the crew hopped out, and began setting up their equipment. Christina tugged her skirt down neatly over her legs and walked over to an observer and whispered to her, "Excuse me, I'm a reporter from Lavenrunz. What is this? Are these flagellants or something? Is it religious?"

The man erupted with laughter, but quickly stifled it and regained his composure and a straight face. He looked over at the woman with puzzlement, asking, "Ma'am, have you never heard of the White Knights of Mississippi?"

"Well, thank you sir, I didn't know that, but of course I've heard of them. Who hasn't?" she offered a friendly self deprecating laugh. "And tell me, sir, what is this rally about?"
Nearby, the crew were steadily filming the event and the people passing by.

He sighed a bit, not wanting to talk in the open with everybody around. He looked over at the front door of the academy, and then turned back to her and said, "Follow me, I'll answer your questions inside, we can talk in the dean's office, he'll let me use it..."


He then turned and strode towards the door, the cape on the back of his hood being caught in a gentle breeze and start to flutter.

His mask wasn't down and so it would be obvious to anybody who had a basic knowledge of the MS Federation's governor-generals. The man was Hans Kaltenbrunner, the governor-general of Tennessee. His most well-known exploits were being involved in 1984, as a pilot flying fight and close-air-support missions, and then in 2004 he ruthlessly crushed insurgents in Tennessee.

Discreetly, Fritz slipped in as well with the camera, while Christina followed Hans Kaltenbrunner in, saying, "Thank you very much, your Excellency. If I'm not much mistaken, you are in a different sphere of authority, so may I ask why you are here?"

Hans smiled as he led her into the academy and towards the dean's office, quickly answering her question, "Well you see, I am a Mississippian, and I deemed it necessary that we should work together to, well... You know, keep women in their places, you know what I mean? If we don't work together, we might wind up in dire straits."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." she replied with a winning smile. "How will women in combat services affect your society?"

He frowned, thinking it obvious, "Women in combat can't be having children, anyway, if we let any women into combat, they'll stop acting feminine and turn into bull dyke lesbians... Well that is the worst case scenario."

She grinned. "Obviously. However why is this massive rally taking place? Is it in protest of the courts' decision?"

Hans nodded his head, "Yes, yes indeed... We don't want our women acting like they shouldn't act... You know what I mean? We can't have all this going on here... Anyway, the cadets, all of them, have made it clear, if a single women enters this academy, every male cadet, almost a thousand total, will drop out."

"Won't that be treason?" she asked curiously.

He shrugged, "How so? Nobody forces people into our armed forces, they're all enrolled because their rich fathers were able to pull some strings, and they got accepted because they were able to measure up..."

"I see. And then who are the advocates of female integration, sir? Because they must exist or this wouldn't be happening..."

Hans frowned, glaring forward as he said the words, his eyes burning with hatred, "The fucking papists..."

"Excuse me?" she exclaimed, shocked.

He looked at her like she was insane, "What do you mean, "Excuse me", did you hear what I said... The problems in our Federation our fucking papists, you know, the Roman Catholic faggot Church, haven't you ever heard of it?"

"I'm a Catholic. Her Imperial Majesty Empress Aurora is a Catholic." she said quietly. "And I'm afraid your remarks are very insulting sir." she hid how shaken she was. She hoped Fritz was holding the camera steady.

He shrugged, "Oh well, tell your empress to have fun in hell, the fires of hell have been prepare by God since before man walked this earth, for any who deny the five points..."

Christina was shocked beyond measure and couldn't find words for a moment. Then she said, "That's very interesting sir. Are there any Catholics left in Mississippi?"

He frowned, sad to admit it, "Yes, there are some, but I'm sure we'll kill them off in due time..."

"Then how is it that they have such influence to make what seems to be such an unpopular decision?" asked Christina innocently.

He frowned, glaring again, "Because they bribe people and they use their secret influence. They conceal the fact that they're perverted hell bound Catholics, trying to pose as righteous believers in the way, the five points, and they mislead people... I tell you this, I haven't killed a catholic in a few weeks, and I'd sure like to..."

Christina's jaw dropped. "Um...I see. Well, I've probably taken up too much of your time sir, and I'm very grateful that you spent some of it with us..."

Hans shook his head, insisting she stay, "No, no, not at all, you can stay and chat with me for a while... I'll answer some more of your questions, don't worry, you're here on the words of our government you won't be harmed, and indeed you won't be..."

"Well...it's just this sir. Lavenrunz for instance has an integrated military, and is working on the third generation of it and it works just fine." she offered. "So do a lot of nations, and they are actually more stable than your country, with all due respect, because we don't for instance have massive racial uprisings and the like."

He shook his head, nearly insulted, "We've had no racial problems in North America since we made the lands purely white... We still have a few problems here in Africa, you see the problem with Africa is that it's full of Africans..."

Christina burst out laughing. "Forgive me, but you sounded like an ancient king, and that's rather clever. But please don't be offended, I merely mean that it has had no adverse effect in most other nations."

He nodded his head, smiling a bit, "Ah yes, I do have a sense of humor, don't I?"

Finally they arrived at the dean's office, the dean had already cleared out since he'd been asked to, and Hans opened the door and held it for her.

Christina walked in, smiling her thanks, and Fritz, with the camera, began to follow her.

Hans walked in after them and then shut the door and closed the blinds.

He took a seat in the dean's chair and propped his legs up on the desk, telling them, "Here, take a seat... Take a seat", as he opened the dean's cigar box and took one out, placing it in his mouth and lighting it after he cut it.

Christina took a seat, and raised her eyebrows. "Thank you sir." she said politely.

He blew a large cloud of smoke directly at the camera, but trying to make it seem not so obvious he had intended to do so. He then asked her, "Want a cigar?" as he reached into the box, anticipating her acceptance.

"No thank you, Excellency." she replied. "Though I like the smell of them, my father smokes Mississippians."

He nodded his head before grinning, whispering just loudly for her alone to hear him, "Maybe I could interest you in something else large and round?"

Christina looked pale. "Sir?" she whispered.

He shook his head, "Oh not me, I'm married... But I have a cousin you might like..."

"Sir, I'm engaged!" she exclaimed, shocked.

He shrugged, "Oh, I didn't know... Anyway, the way you Catholic women are, it shouldn't matter, should it?"

Christina whispered, "I should go, excuse me Excellency for taking up your time." she was trembling as she rose.

He frowned as he blew smoke in her direction, grinning as he said, "So I guess you don't want to ask me anymore questions, some reporter you are, eh? I guess you'll just report what you want, making up the truth... I'll be sure to call your boss up though later that is and tell him how nasty you were..."

Christina sat down again. "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to offend, but I'm a journalist, not a prostitute."

He snickered, "Catholic, prostitute, really the same thing though, isn't it? Anyway, where did my manners go, would you like something to drink?"

"Yes please." she said, not quite daring to offend.

He snapped his fingers and a guard of his came out of the shadows and went over to a nearby liquor cabinet, pouring two glasses of brandy. Handing one to the woman and one to Hans.

"Thank you Excellency." said Fritz with a bow.
"Thank you very much." said Christina.

Hans moved his feet slightly, still keeping them propped on the desk, blowing another large cloud of smoke into the air before he said, "So please, do tell me... Why does your nation pay tribute to a false religion? I mean, doesn't it bother your empress that she is headed to hell since she worships Mary and the Popes?"

Christina said, "Well, we believe that it is a true Christian faith, and that our Empress is annointed of God. And the Empress does not worship the Popes."

Hans shrugged, "Meh, oh well, if she denies the five points, the sad truth is she can't call herself a Christian, anyway, it really is sad, since she's a looker and could land herself a good husband, rather than just whoring around and what not..."

Christina said quietly, "Is it your habit, sir, to insult your guests?"

Hans shook his head, quietly replying, "No, but is it your habit to come to a modest nation wearing something that doesn't even cover your thighs? I can see your panties you know..."

Christina gasped. "You can not! it comes down to mid thigh, anyway." she exclaimed.

He shrugged, "Meh, whatever, it's a rather nice view though... Not the first time I've seen nice thighs, on a catholic woman no less.."

"...thank you." she said in a quiet voice. "We are a bit body casual in Lavenrunz, you see. I'm sorry if I've offended you."

He shook his head, grinning, "No, not at all... It's a nice view..." he then whispered, "Maybe later, I might get to see some more? I don't think my wife would mind too much... If you're willing to, I am..."

"I'd like very much to see some more of the region." she replied, sighing inwardly.

He shook his head, a bit upset at her changing the subject, "No, I meant I'd like to see more of you... If you're willing... If you're willing, I might be willing to get you a pass to go meet with the Czar, and, or, Czarina, if you'd like to interview them on this and other matters... If you're willing though to give me what I want that is."

Biting her lip, Christina said, "Fritz, why don't you take a break for a bit?"
Fritz nodded and said, "Excuse me, sir." and walked out. Inside he was jubilant, imagine seeing the snotty little rich girl getting hers at last, she who always bragged she'd never had to peddle her ass. God he hated her.

Kaltenbrunner grinned as the man left the room; he walked over and locked the door. Then he walked back and sat down on a couch near the desk, saying, "Christina, why don't you come over and sit by me, make yourself comfortable..."

Christina rose, smiling slightly, and sat down beside him on the couch.

He slowly put an arm around her as he said with a sly smile, "Why don't you get more comfortable yet, you look so uncomfortable dressed as you are..."

Christina took a deep breath and raised one leg swiftly after the other, slipping her sandals off her slender feet. She smiled and rose, reaching for the hem of her dress and pulling it up over her head. Under it she was wearing pink lacey panty and bra that matched.

Hans stood up, kicking off his boots and then deftly removing his belt with a quick tug after he unbuckled it. He then dropped his pants and tossed them aside. When he had finished undressing to this point to told her, "Now would you be so kind as to bend over the desk there?"

"Uh..." Christina looked dismayed. "Okay, yes." she turned round and leaned over the desk, her dark hair falling softly over it, her bosom pressed against it, her panty covered bottom thrust out.

He slowly slid his fingers into her panties and took his time sliding them down her legs.

He dropped his underwear, stood up right close behind her, and then took what was thrust out to him. Making sure it was just barely tolerable for her, but wanting to leave her unable to sit down for a while. He was really enjoying this, his daily personal crusade against not only catholics, but foreigners, and snobby foreigners as well.

After he finished, he stepped back and put his underwear and pants back on. He then took out a pad and paper and wrote down the pass for her to go visit with the Czar and then he wrote down a note to himself to call the Czar and call in a favor in the form of getting him to agree to be interviewed.

He handed her the pass, slapped her hard on the rear, and laughed, "You earned it!" he said.

Christina was trying not to cry, though she was in a lot of pain. She looked at him and forced a smile. "Thank you, Excellency." she said, her lips trembling a bit. She realized the fullness of what she had done...she had expected some kind of seduction, not being taken in a way she would never have allowed...she felt spasms in her body and a little wince escaped her.

She dressed quickly; feeling like her skin was crawling all over.

Hans sat back down in the dean's chair and then motioned at a nearby chair, telling her, "Please, take a seat calm down, get off your feet a bit..."

Christina nodded and sat down, biting her lip as she felt her bottom touch the chair.

Hans grinned widely, asking, "So, tell me, did you enjoy that?"

She hesitated, looking at him. She felt a wave of hate and fear so vivid it nauseated her.

Hans was thrilled with himself, he had just, in his opinion anyway, put a catholic girl in her place, down, it was a good feeling, he hated them, he hated everything about their church, and he hated Lavenrunz too, for being the modern day Spain or France, the defender of that papist church. He blew smoke in her general direction and said, "Well then? Did you like it?"

"Well..." she said, her eyes glittering weirdly. She realized that her life was ruined, Albrecht would never marry her if he knew. "I thought you must be used to fucking pigs, to be honest."

He nodded his head, grinning as he said, "Yeah, say, do you want to watch the tape of it? I think the expression on your face while I was doing it might be nice to see, eh?"

She rose as if in a dream and said, "Sure. Can you open the window? I'm hot."

He shook his head, "Are you okay? This is an interior room you know, there are no windows here... Well in the adjoining private bar there are, the dean and I have shared a few drinks in there before... Would you care to go in there and get a drink?"

"Alright." she said. She shook herself and hugged her arms across her body.

He led her into the bar and poured her a vodka, about three shots worth in one glass. He poured himself a glass of about eight shots, he sat down and started to drink from his glass as he handed her the glass he had poured for her.

He smiled, he really wanted to say this, his pleasure at saying this was something he couldn't conceal, "So tell me, you're engaged right? Does your fiance approve of how you get exclusive interviews?"

Christina burst into tears, shaking her head.

He grinned, "Ah, so you admit it, you're nothing more than a catholic whore, right?"

Christina shrieked, "You bastard!" and grabbed the bottle, smashing it against the counter.

He started to laugh, "Ah, so you're going to strike me down are you? Well then, that would be terrible for you in many ways... If you ever made it out of here alive, your fiance would certainly have seen a copy of the tape of you taking it up the rear, and might I add, you took it like a champ..."

Christina stepped back and had a weirdly triumphant look on her face before suddenly drawing the jagged edge of the bottle in a half circle across her throat. With a hissing sound both arteries jetted blood across the room.

Hans was shocked, he didn't want this to happen, he hadn't intended this to happen, this would be bad for her, him, Mississippian Lavenrunzian relations, he had to save her... He had to do something, and fast.

He grabbed the phone and called the medical wing of the academy, where some of the best minds from Mississippi were training future medical corps doctors. Within forty seconds they had made it to the office, unlocking the door and rushing in.

One of the men immediately poured the blood clotting powder into the wound, as the others lifted her up onto a just arriving stretcher, rushing her to a nearby hospital as they gave her an emergency transfusion of the way.

Christina had lost a lot of blood, her vision fading, she could hear a sputtering hissing in her ears...

Hans was nervously pacing back and forth in the dean's office still, wondering what do to. He called the cameraman into the office, saying, "Fritz, come on in here, would you?"

Fritz came in a bit apprehensively.

Hans sat down, nervously so, and then asked with trembling hands, "What should we do? Do you know what happened?"

Fritz said with a shrug, "You know, I feel a bit badly myself. I was shocked...I thought to be honest she was a stuck up rich bitch, begging your pardon Excellency, but I think maybe she was just really anxious to make it without her father. You see her father is a big shot in Lavenrunz' biggest corporation, and everyone at the news station thought she had a silver spoon in her mouth."

Fritz shook his head. "I guess it was just too much for her." Inside he was thinking, eat your livers, all you bastards! Journalism prize, here I come!

Hans knew exactly what he meant, he'd had similar problems himself. He smiled before saying, "Yeah, things will work out okay though, won't they? The main thing is we don't let word of this get out... You know?"

Fritz dramatically took out the disc from his camera (which he had switched by sleight of hand earlier during the confusion). He said, "I think it would disgrace your country and her family, sir, and would endanger relations between Lavenrunz and Mississippi, and neither of us wants that."

Hans nodded his head, totally agreeing, "Yes, and I don't doubt, she will live... But the problem is that we will need to, well, see, she's going to have visible marks for a while... She ought to stay away from Lavenrunz for a few weeks or months until he marks can be taken care of, yes?"

Fritz said, "Oh yes? Marks eh? But the thing is..." he looked nonchalantly at the Governor. "Excellency, I'll be blunt, people will expect her back. It will be hard to explain."

He had already considered that, so he offered his suggestion quickly, "Yes, perhaps, but we can have her say she is on extended assignment as a guest of the Czar and Czarina, doing a cultural piece about the daily life at Stalingrad, eh?"

With his blue eyes fixed on the Governor's, Fritz said, "But we're only supposed to be here for a day."

He shook his head, "No, no, no, she just got a pass to go visit with the Czar and Czarina, so, it's natural given the unexpected opportunity, that she'd stay longer, yes? Anyway, we might want to get over to the hospital and see how she is doing, yes?"

"That's a good idea, Governor." agreed Fritz. "That way we'll know for sure."

Hans stood up and walked for the door, beckoning for Fritz to follow him as he walked out of the room.

Fritz followed him as he walked out of the room.

Hans got into a waiting car, and after Fritz got in the car it promptly sped off for the hospital. After about three minutes, they were there. The doctors had been able to save her life, but they were worried she might try it again. She was on suicide watch, her arms strapped the to the sides of her bed, the walls padded, no objects useful to self-destructive purposes were in her room.

She was asleep now, lightly sedated, but she was still a bit coherent, and she would probably be aware of the fact that two men, Hans and Fritz, had just walked into the room.

Hans walked over to the beside and patted her on the head, asking, "Christina, are you okay?"

Christina looked away from him.

Hans leaned in and whispered to her, "Don't worry, everything will work out fine... I won't be sending that tape to anybody, don't worry, nobody will ever have to know..."

Christina flinched. She seemed horrified by him.

He was puzzled why she seemed to uneasy, he wasn't some monster, but perhaps to her he was... After all, he was basically responsible for her suicide attempt. He whispered again, "Please, answer me, if you can... Did you hear me, everything will be fine, nobody will ever know... And you're going to get an exclusive interview at Stalingrad, you'll win your nations highest journalism award for sure.

She felt tears coming into her eyes and said nothing. She nodded slowly.

Fritz said helpfully, "You know, it probably wouldn't be good for her to talk and use her damaged muscle tissues right now."

He felt sorry for her, sorry for what he'd done, even though she was a Catholic, he now felt she didn't deserve anything he'd done to her. He whispered only, "I'm sorry..." to her, before he turned and walked out of the room.

Fritz nodded to her and gave a small smile and followed. He went after the Governor and said, "Hans will probably stay. Oh, here he comes!"

The hulking Hans approached, looking grim. His hands seemed to be as big as hams. "How is she?" he growled.
"They got to her amazingly quick; they were probably thinking that she was going to gut the Governor." said Fritz.

Hans glanced at the Governor as though he were an ant at a picnic.

Kaltenbrunner didn't know what to say, so he just said, "What say we all go get some dinner, it's been a hellish day, eh? We can visit her first thing in the morning, maybe she'll be able to talk by then, huh?”

"I've got to catch a plane." replied Fritz. "But thank you Governor."

Kaltenbrunner shook his head, "Nope, not before one thing..."

Hans shook himself like a horse, and then mumbled, "Thank you Governor, I'll have to stay and keep an eye on things."

Fritz said, "And that is?"

The governor was keen to make his point, "You will hand over the tapes you and her made, I will hold onto them and see she gets them when she is well... And I will not bend on this point... You will not leave Western Sahara with those tapes in your possession."

"Very well, sir." said Fritz humbly. Hans said, "I agree. No one should see them." he was hiding an effort to shake with rage. He finally said, almost explosively, "She's my cousin, sir, and I didn't want to stand in her way but I should have."

The governor shook his head, "Whatever the case is, just hand over the tapes and then you may go..."

Hans without a word handed him the recording discs from his bag. His eyes were like wet stones.

The governor eagerly snatched the tapes from the man before he could even think of changing his mind.

Then he said only, "You may go..."

They nodded. Hans went to camp out in a waiting room, but Fritz went to the airport. He tipped the taxidriver and then boarded his flight after a short wait.

INS Special Report
(fanfare of 'Pictures at an Exhibition')
Eckhart: Good evening, loyal fellow subjects, I'm Heinz Eckhart, and this is the evening news in Lavenrunz. A special report: a hideous incident of abuse of power in Mississippi has resulted in a Lavenrunzian woman with her throat cut forbidden to leave a hospital.
(scene shows a woman covered in blood being taken on a stretcher by Mississippian soldiers down a hallway. A glimpse of a man in robes is seen..)
(still shot of the man in more formal dress)
Eckhart: This man, Hans Kaltenbrunner, was the last person to encounter Christina Bruhl before she was forced to defend herself with a broken bottle in the lounge into which he had lured her. Making vile threats against Lavenrunzian Catholics
(scene shows Kaltenbrunner malevolently stating: "So please, do tell me... Why does your nation pay tribute to a false religion? I mean, doesn't it bother your empress that she is headed to hell since she worships Mary and the Popes?")
(scene shows him saying with relish: "I tell you this, I haven't killed a catholic in a few weeks, and I'd sure like to...")
Eckhart: (looking appalled, then back at the audience.) More after these messages.

"Hmmm..." Jake was watching the latest news coming from Lavenrunz, keeping up with their current affairs in one of more laziest methods around... watching Lavenrunz news feeds picking up what was concerning their media. Most of it was local news or otherwise unimportant, however the news cast on Decisive Action grabbed his attention.

"Whoa... thats just insane." He said to himself, the office was empty so there wasn't anyone to really speak to about it, however it was likely that if the Lavenrunz government were taking this seriously they would give some of the details to their allies. Chances are it wouldn't be a serious issue, afterall it was just a reporter... however the affect of such actions would be negative and probably have mixed responces leading to a huge loss of face for the Decisive Action leadership which was trying ever so hard to become friendly with the nation.

Jake just sat and watched the report, taking a few notes to ask the others about later. It was an important piece of news, or at least interesting, but it wouldn't ulimately effect Iuthia much as wasn't vital. The details will come through diplomatic channels in the coming days, sources the IDC could trust with accurate updates.

INS Special Report
(fanfare of 'Pictures at an Exhibition')
Eckhart: Good evening, loyal fellow subjects, I'm Heinz Eckhart, and this is the evening news in Lavenrunz. A special report: a hideous incident of abuse of power in Mississippi has resulted in a Lavenrunzian woman with her throat cut forbidden to leave a hospital.
(scene shows a woman covered in blood being taken on a stretcher by Mississippian soldiers down a hallway. A glimpse of a man in robes is seen..)
(still shot of the man in more formal dress)
Eckhart: This man, Hans Kaltenbrunner, was the last person to encounter Christina Bruhl before she was forced to defend herself with a broken bottle in the lounge into which he had lured her. Making vile threats against Lavenrunzian Catholics
(scene shows Kaltenbrunner malevolently stating: "So please, do tell me... Why does your nation pay tribute to a false religion? I mean, doesn't it bother your empress that she is headed to hell since she worships Mary and the Popes?")
(scene shows him saying with relish: "I tell you this, I haven't killed a catholic in a few weeks, and I'd sure like to...")
Eckhart: (looking appalled, then back at the audience.) More after these messages.



Hans immediately released the tape from the hidden camera he had in the room, of her accepting his offer of trading sex for the pass to see the Czar, she so desperately wanted. This immediately killed the notion the woman had been raped, and then when it showed her cutting her own throat and he rushing to her side, it was obvious she regretted the deal they had made, and wanted to end her life to end her sense of shame.

Hans Kaltenbrunner spoke on the matter, addressing the world press, "Yes, I did engage in sexual acts with that woman, and yes I do hate catholics, but no, I did not harm that woman or do anything to her she didn't want done... I tell you all this now, honestly, the tape speaks for itself, she wanted it, and we had a deal... After she cut her throat, I rushed to help her."

bump for more to read, anybody got any comments on this here?

INS Head Office, Mirenburg, Lavenrunz

In one of Mirenburg's few high rises, glittering above the ancient city, the executives sat down as a buffet lunch was served. Although it was the Imperial News Service and the Throne had a great deal to do with its control, the day to day business was run like any other media corporation and the rich and influential men and women who sat on the board ran it ruthlessly and greedily.
"This Kaltenbrunner...what do we know about him?" asked one of the board members.
"He's the Governor of Tennessee..wherever the hell that is." said another, helping himself eagerly to some chicken kiev.
"And now he's released this program that apparently shows her accepting his demand for sex. Should we release it here?"
"People will see it over satellite." an elegant woman said, sipping her coffee.
"Sure, but the average Lavenrunzian doesn't have a satellite hookup." chuckled a stout man, buttering a roll.
"The average Lavenrunzian can't afford a satellite hookup, not with taxes where they are." grumbled a thin querulous man eyeing some smoked salmon sadly.
"Did this fellow Kaltenbrunner call a press conference? Who are these world press members?" demanded the gruff spoken chairman of the board.
"Who cares? It's a great story and it will really raise a lot of questions. It's too bad about Christina Bruhl but we can play that up too." the suave vice chairman replied. "I've just come from a meeting with Carl von Sachshausen and he says that we should do anything that makes things really really scandalous."

INS Special Report
Eckhart:Good morning, loyal fellow subjects. An update on the Mississippi Suicide Affair as Hans Kaltenbrunner, the man whose assault on Chrstina Bruhl caused her to attempt to take her own life accuses his victim of having agreed to have sex with him.
(scene shows Hans Kaltenbrunner saying "Yes, I did engage in sexual acts with that woman, and yes I do hate catholics.")
Although Kaltenbrunner insists that he did nothing that she did not ask for, women not wishing to be identified who have fled from Mississippi as it continues to persecute Roman Catholics have testified that it is a common practice for Mississippian religious bigots to use rough anal sex as a means of humiliating Catholic women.
(Sophia Krebs, titled as a UN medical aid worker, says "The fact is that Mississippi is a rapist culture. Women are supposedly put on a pedestal there but the moment they deviate even slightly from their expected role they are considered to be meat to satisfy the lusts of violent men.")
Eckhart: This scandalous affair has caused uneasiness about any possible economic treaties with Lavenrunz and Mississippi. Although a meeting earlier this month between Paul and Eleanor Stahlecker (scene shows the couple smiling, entering the Chancery with Aurora von Konigsmark, Foreign Minister, and Prince Karl von Eisenhart, Foreign Trade Minister, soldiers stiffly coming to attention as the quartet go in) was amiable and promised good relations, Mississippi has been flipflopping about whether or not to maintain its promises of oil shipments at its current low prices, according to spokesmen from the Volksraad's Imperial Trade Commission.
(Rudolph Kessler, CPL Trade critic, says "first they want to give us the oil, then they want to give it to Kahta. We respect their desire to help out a long standing ally, but they need to make up their minds.")
Eckhart: Protestors have demanded that Christina Bruhl be brought home immediately (scene shows protestors with signs outside the Foreign Ministry and outside the home of Field Marshal von Seydlitz, where supposedly Curtis Fabus has been staying) and have also picketed the home of Field Marshal von Seydlitz, the hero of Tovin, who has been the host of former Czar Curtis Fabus. Curtis Fabus' reasons for visiting Lavenrunz are currently unknown.
The Field Marshal's aide de camp has reported that the Field Marshal is on leave and will be away for some time.
More after this message from our sponsors.
(commercials from Porkwiches, Gestalt-Fabricken and the Imperial Sports Network follow)

Roger, immediately upon seeing the news from Lavenrunz, put his fist through the TV screen, breaking four bones in his hand but doing a LOT more damage to the TV. Alice sighed and came running to his side, taking his hand in both of hers as she rolled her eyes and said, "Roger, another TV and look at your hand, broken again..."

Roger shook his head, sighing as he said, "Forget about it, I'll be fine... As long as those fucking catholic scum can quit lying left and right...Damnit, that woman reporter is a whore, there is no other way to look at it. She is engaged to one man and she lets another fuck her up the ass... Hell, if she wanted a pass, she just had to call and ask for it...You know I don't shy away from talking with reporters, even foreign ones... And now that bitch empress over there thinks she's better than us... I bet you she's sitting on her pampered ass right now talking about how we're all rednecks over here... God, I hate those fucking Catholics and their sheer and utter arrogance..."


Roger started to pace and back and forth, putting a cigarette in his mouth with his good hand, a cigarette which Alice promptly took out of his mouth and threw away.

He frowned, asking, "What was that for?"

She put his good hand on her stomach, saying, "Your unborn children don't want to breathe smoke, nor do I... And it's not good for you at all, dear... You know that..."

Roger nodded his head and tossed the pack of cigarettes in his pocket aside near a trashcan. He smiled at her before he put his arms around her, whispering, "Yes, I know dear, and your concern for me is something I find quite admirable... But really, I'll be okay with a smoke every now and then..."

She rolled her eyes before kissing him on the cheek, saying, "Just make sure they're more then than now..."

Roger nodded his head again and then walked over to the phone, dialing the number for the Lavenrunzian foreign ministry. Alice heard him talking, saying, "Get me the foreign minister, please..."

She knew what was going on, and knew Roger was not in any mood to be talking diplomatic matters; he'd fly into a rage and make a scene. She moved lively over to the phone and took it from his hands, whispering to him, "Let me handle this, please, dear?" she said with pleading eyes.

Roger couldn't refuse her; he smiled and sat down in a nearby chair.

Alice then said into the phone, "Hello? Hello? This is the Czarina of the Mississippian Federation, Alice Fabus... I was wondering if you would please put me in contact with the foreign minister."




Meanwhile, the White Peoples Radio and Television Network, on the orders of Joseph Mladic, an extreme anti-Lavenrunzian and anti-Catholic, was broadcasting the following program, “Papism: Jewish Doctrine Masquerading as Pious Christianity” on the TV, and then on the Radio they were broadcasting, “Catholicism: The Path to Damnation: Accept the Five Points or Burn in Hell”.

Part of the radio broadcast said, “Mississippi is not by any stretch of the imagination a culture of rapists, however when you take a nation such as Lavenrunz, a culture of whorish women who don’t even dress modestly, and put them into situations where corrupt men offer sex for political consideration, they will naturally later scream rape, rather than admit to their whorish nature. It is truly sad that they can’t just admit one of their precious women decided to accept a butt fucking in exchange for a diplomatic pass to visit our glorious Czar. Although had the dumb bitch done her homework, she’d have known the Czar will meet with anybody who respectfully asks him, he is after all, a man of the people.”

“It is quite clear that Lavenrunz, as a main player in the Catholic, so-called, religion, can never have any real relations with our grand Federation. Lavenrunzian’s teenage empress has even hinted that our grand Curtis Fabus is not fit to marry one of their women… These are insults that we cannot tolerate. It is clear that we must isolate ourselves from this nation and the Czar and Czarina are wrong if they sincerely believe we ought to pursue the oil and financial assistance negotiations. Rather we ought to be finding out ways to keep Catholic filth out of our nation.”

“As for remarks that women are fleeing Mississippi, those are lies, are borders are sealed tight… Obviously tighter than a typical Lavenrunzian keeps her legs… And I imagine that their catholic whore of an empress can’t even keep her legs crossed, she probably is in and out of the beds of the bishops and cardinals, knowing her mother’s reputation, I wouldn’t be surprised…”

“This is Joseph Mladic, saying to all of you, the only way to cure a Catholic is to kill it!”





After hearing about the broadcasts from an SRG officer, Roger flew into a rage and started cursing Mladic’s name, shouting, “That fucking idiot, he’ll ruin our diplomatic plans and ruin everything… God, what idiot made him Propaganda Minister and gave him his own program!”

After the officer reminded him that it was, “Curtis Fabus” who made Mladic the Minister of Propaganda, Roger sighed and sat down and began to dictate an official apology to Lavenrunz and the Empress Aurora.

One of the first things he did was have the WPRATN called up and told all the rest of their broadcasts for the day were to be canceled and their journalists were on paid leave for the rest of the week, until the problems could be sorted out. Roger didn't want them doing anymore damage, if it was even possible to do more.

Naturally, the INS aired the message from Mladic in full, uncensored, with warnings on the television screen, stating that the content was graphic and offensive.
Before a huge crowd of people, carrying huge caricatures of Roger Fabus, Curtis Fabus, Hans Kaltenbrunner, and Joseph Mladic, Helga Dresden stood on a huge heap of boxes of Mississippi cigars. "These fascist monsters have gone too far! They have insulted us!"
"YES!" roared the crowd.
"They have insulted our religion!"
"YES!" roared the crowd.
"They have insulted our Empress!"
"YES!" roared the crowd. "Down with Mississippi! Down with the Fabuses!"
"This is what we think of you, Mississippi!" shouted Helga, and lifted a torch. The crowd burst into cheers and flag waving as the first caricature, the looming face of Roger Fabus, burst into flames.

Roger was quick to act, declaring Mladic off the air until further notice, and he immediately appealed to the Lavenrunzian foreign ministry to allow him to come to Lavenrunz and personally apologize to the empress for what he called, "Totally uncalled for and just plain wrong, comments made by people in my nation, whom I, as the Czar, bear ultimate responsibility for."



Alice had already sent a letter saying to the Empress:

Imperial Majesty,

We are deeply distressed at the growing rift between our two nations, we will immediately ship the promised oil if you are willing to accept it and our most sincere apologies for what was said...

We hope we can put this unpleasantness behind us and move forward to better relations. Remember, please, try to remember, not all of our officials are like Mr. Mladic, many are good folks, Like Paul Stahlecker, whom has already been to Lavenrunz and was quite thrilled with what he saw when he was there.

Sincerely,

Czarina Alice Fabus

Christina awoke, feeling stiff necked, and realized to her despair that she was alive.



Dear Czarina Alice

I'm not sure what there is to discuss. Your country persecutes Catholics, and frankly I think that you support that persecution.

What would help a great deal would be the public apologies that were promised but that have not yet taken place.

I am sorry for the loss of Mr. Stahlecker. I am sure that your people will miss him greatly. You have my condolences and should you accept them my prayers.

Sincerely
Aurora von Sachshausen
Empress of Lavenrunz

As reported live by the Western Saharan Commonwealth News Network

(Two male reporters were standing in the midst of a large crowd of women who, to put it mildly, looked less than happy.)

"A large number of Western Saharan white women seem to have taken to the streets in opposition to the government's refusal to charge the governor-general of Tennessee, Hans Kaltenbrunner, with anything, be it rape or at the very least, misuse of his position for personal reasons. By our estimates, there are no less than fifty thousand gathered outside the governor-general, Henry Stahlecker's city mansion, where Mr. Kaltenbrunner is rumored to be staying, until he leaves tomorrow to attend a funeral in South Africa."

(One of the women in the background was heard to shout, "Good, let him join Hans Stahlecker, bury them together! They're both sexist scum!")

The male reporter appeared a bit uneasy. But the cameraman simply laughed and shouted back, "Get back to the kitchen, bitch! Nobody cares what you think!"

Almost immediately he was beaten down to the ground by numerous wood sign posts, he was shouting and kicking but was overwhelmed until he was unconscious, the camera, dropped on the ground, captured it all.

The other man, had managed to slip out of the area, running through openings in the crowd, while his colleague was being beaten.

Immediately the nearby police began to move in, their rifles raised and aimed out, ready to put down the protest.

One of the men, a police captain, shook his head as he looked down at the ground, he didn't want to do this, he couldn’t do it, no, he wouldn’t do it. Not now, not ever; it just wasn’t right..

He turned and looked to the lieutenant next to him, whispering, "You know what... I have daughters of my own, if somebody ever did something to them... I'd want the bastard dead too..."

The lieutenant nodded his head in agreement and replied, "Yeah, I mean, we can't fire... Those women out there are our countrymen, well, you know what I mean, countrywomen... But we might have relatives out there... Besides, that reporter was annoying, nobody likes him, he's a loud mouth."

One of the police officers that was overhearing this, shouted, "No! We can't disobey orders! We can't let women run wild! We have no choice but to fire, who is with me! Fire now before they doom our nation with their feminist communism!"

He was about to continue shouting, and he would have, were it not for an officer behind him zapping him with a tazor, rendering him unconscious.

(In one massive movement, the five hundred or so police that had been assembled, turned around and walked back to their nearby patrol cars or deployment vans, they weren't going to open fire, whether Henry Stahlecker said so or not, they wouldn't do it.)

The protest continued, mostly uneventfully, passing men shouted obscenities and threw cigars at random women in the crowd. The women just held their ground and didn’t move, holding up their signs, each reading something different, “Stop letting nobles rape our nation’s economy and our nation's women”, “Hang Kaltenbrunner”, “Enforce the laws against nobles”, “Stop giving nobles a blank check to rape and pillage”, “End the feudal tax”, “Abolish Primae Noctus”

A local man, a corner store owner, when asked, “What do you think of the protests? Will they last long?” replied, “It don’t matter none, I reckon them all will scatter like cockroaches come the first rain, they ain’t got no resolve to stay there and picket agin’ a man who ain’ done nothin’.”

He was then asked, “Did you see the coverage on what happened? I mean, do you know what happened with Mr. Kaltenbrunner and the woman?”

He seemed to shrug, dismissively, as he replied, “It don’t matter none, wouldn’t that one of them foreign women… What’s they even doin’ here, this here is Western Sahara, they ain’ got no right whatsoever to be comin’ on in here and tellin’ us folk how things is gonna be, you know what I mean? I ain’ gotta put with that, and by golly, I won’ put up with that.”

(After that, the reporters left, and then once out of sight, translated what the man said into understandable English.)

(A passing nobleman, obviously a nobleman by the manner of his dress and the fact he had a bodyguard walking along his right flank, was asked, “Sir, what do you think of the Kaltenbrunner situation?”)

He sighed, took a deep breath, and in a very proper and dignified manner, replied, “Well, I should say, I know Hans, I know him rather well… I would have expected more from him. Really, his behavior truly upset me, I think some sort of punishment is certainly in order, but we can’t place the blame squarely on him, as much as we may wish to. But there is enough blame to go around that a good deal ought to wind up on his shoulders. I’m certain if justice is done, he’ll wind up paying for what he did. Although this will require a thorough investigation, I’d hate to see his career ruined over something that we’re not totally sure about yet.”

(The reporters thanked the man for his time and then proceeded to go back to covering the protest, which was, surprisingly still peaceful.)

“The only arrests reported were 5 men who tried to get within the “No weapons” zone which had been erected for 2 blocks in any direction around the governor’s mansion. It was not clear whether or not they had hostile intentions, judging from their weapons, small caliber concealable pistols, it is likely they were just regular citizens who had not been aware of the temporary weapons ban in the area.

More on this story as it develops, brought to you by the Western Saharan Commonwealth News Network.”

“News, from the Western Saharan Commonwealth News Network.”

“The Supreme Military Legal Authority of Western Sahara has indicted Governor-General Hans Kaltenbrunner with violation of the Uniform Military Code of Justice Article 121 paragraph 12; subsection 4. Particularly that he misused his office and position of authority for reasons of personal gain. If convicted, he faces at least a $5,000,000 fine and seven days in jail, and at most, a $50,000,000 fine, sixty days in jail, and the possibility of being open to a court martial.”


“Furthermore, the Supreme Commonwealth Court of Tennessee has indicted him with gross misuse of authority, coercion for sexual favors, and a rather unusual charge of “Anti-Catholic sedition” in that his virulent anti-catholic speeches, constitute a clear and present threat to the stability of Western Sahara and Tennessee, territories with large Catholic populations. It seems likely that the Federal Commonwealth Supreme Court will overturn the charge of “Anti-Catholic sedition” since it is not only legal to hate, but it is popular in some circles to hate Roman Catholics.”


“If convicted in the Tennessee court, he could be removed from office as Governor-General, or possibly face a year in prison. Although he could always elect to hire a man to serve his prison sentence for him.”


“In related news, the Arthur Frick School of Law has made moves to disbar Governor-General Kaltenbrunner on grounds that he is, “A disgrace to the practice of law and overall a disgusting excuse of a human being.”


“These moves seem to be following a trend that was started by the Mississippian Medical Board, which has already revoked Dr. Kaltenbrunner’s license to practice medicine.”

“Governor Kaltenbrunner, who is believed to either be in Bloemfontein or still in Stahlecker City, has refused to comment as he has simply not returned calls made to his office or cellular phone.”

“A friend of his, a one Gunther Thaller, did speak out on his behalf, saying, “It’s quite clear my friend is a victim of a vast conspiracy against him. I’d be willing to wager that no court will convict him of a single charge, since he’s really not done anything…”’

“In Stahlecker City, gender agitation protests have swelled to nearly two hundred thousand as so-called “equality marchers” continue marching almost around the clock. Perhaps Henry Stahlecker, the governor of Western Sahara, put it best when he said, “Obviously, their claim that spousal abuse is a problem isn’t true, if their husbands were men enough to beat them, they wouldn’t be out here agitating against our culture and our values. What we are seeing he, is a possible turning point, our society could slide downhill if we don’t reign these harpies back into control, and immediately too…” More on these stories as they develop.”

Ooc- This here was RPed between Lavenrunz and MS Federation (there isn't no bold on account of Lavenrunz don't like no bold, anyways, you all ought to be able to figure out who done said what, reckon so anyway. Anyway, this is sorta like the earlier stuff, just figure out who said what, I reckon you can)



Henry Stahlecker was sitting in the office of his mansion, his legs lazily resting on his oak desk, the air heavy with cigar smoke. A light "thud" sounded as the dart he threw across the room hit the picture of the pope tacked on the dartboard hanging on the back of the office door. He was expecting a phone call anytime now.

The phone rang.

He answered it and said, "Hello, Henry Stahlecker speaking, Governor-General of Western Sahara and friend to all except the Papists, how can I help you?"

"Your Excellency." said a rather hard sounding voice. "This is Chancellor Hans Schlabel of Lavenrunz."

He nodded his head before he said, "Hold on a second, I'm going to get a bullseye..." he then threw another dart, as he shouted, "Take that Polish Demon!" before he picked back up the phone and said, "Yeah, I'm here, what do you need?"

"I would like to arrange for our journalist to be picked up and brought back home." The Chancellor said.

He yawned before he shook his head, saying "Ah that papist eh? What's her story again? She stirs up all sorts of gender agitation and then wants to leave? Bah! Besides, I think the Czar wants to meet with her, as does the Czarina... Anyway, her being a journalist, she'll probably accept, it's a rare news opportunity. Anyway, what else is there? Or was that all? My time is valuable you know..."

He then threw another dart.

Schlabel, on the other end, rubbed his temples. "Look here. I was doing you a politeness by calling you directly, Governor General. Now, let me remind you that I am the head of government of Lavenrunz, and that you might want to start being polite."

Stahlecker sighed, he was getting annoyed, how dare a Catholic even presume to think it was right to speak to him directly. "Yeah, you know something, just because I don't worship the Pope and Mary, and whatever else you folks worship, like Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny, doesn't mean I need to be told how to act, okay? So get this through your papist skull, I'm a grown man and will be treated as such." He growled.

"This conversation is over." said Schlabel. And hung up.

He sighed and went back to throwing his darts, muttering, "Damn papists, rude as hell, don't even know how to be polite."

Schlabel then rang the number that went to Roger Fabus' office.

Roger answered the phone after two rings, and immediately and cheerfully said, "Hello, Fabus here, may I please ask who is calling?"

"This is Chancellor Hans Schlabel, Czar Fabus. I hope I am not calling at an inopportune moment." he said, making himself sound calm and pleasant.

Roger shook his head, quickly replying, "No, sir, of course not, I am always available if an honorable man needs to speak with me."

"Thank you very much. I would like to arrange for our journalist to come back to us...I would like for a plane to be able to land in Western Sahara with escorts and for our Imperial Security Service to actually pick her up."

Roger nodded his head and thought for a second. "Hmmm," he said, "I supposed that is fine, but the folks you send will have to wait at the airport, as embarrassing as it is to admit, the sight of armed foreigners, particularly Catholics, in a city such as Stahlecker City, would probably spark a skirmish."

"There must be no incident, your Majesty. I beg your pardon for pointing out the obvious, but our hopes for good relations are balanced on a wire." Schlabel said with quiet emphasis.

The Czar knew the man was correct, and while he didn't want to admit it, he really had no choice. "Yes, I understand and I think so as well... But anyway, the woman in question, well she was extended an offer by my wife and I to come visit here at Stalingrad, it'd be proper for her to accept, yes?"

"Of course. Now, in addition to this, Her Majesty would like for one or two persons representing Her direction to be present. Would this be possible? They would be empowered to make treaties." Schlabel added.

Roger promptly replied, almost sounding a bit excited, "Yes, of course." He then quickly regained his calm demeanor and said, "Yes, they would be most welcome here..."

Alice, who was sitting nearby in a chair, shook her head at that, whispering, "I don't want papists here!"

Roger frowned and gave her a look, as he whispered back, "Not now, dear, stow it...”

She was about to say something else, but Roger shook his head and she closed her mouth and kept quiet.

"Good. I hope you will be pleased, Sir, to know that Her Majesty, in the face of recent changes, is most willing to pursue closer relations with Mississippi. To our greater economic and diplomatic benefit."

Roger then returned his attention to the phone conversation. "Yes, that is most pleasing to hear. We are eager to meet with your officials... Oh, on a personal note, how is my father doing in Lavenrunz? Is he being well received or, well, just between you and I, he hasn't made a fool of himself, has he?"

"Well..." Chancellor Schlabel hesitated. "He is still at a country estate. We felt it best that he remain inaccessible to the general public."

Roger yawned but quickly stifled it. "Hmmm, I see, you don't think he's in any danger, do you?"

"No." replied the Chancellor. "If he were, we would have arranged for him to return home. But the public feeling is still difficult."

Roger chuckled slightly before saying, "Ah, yes, anyway, he's survived more assassination attempts than any three dozen despots combined! Hmmm, I'm sorry, I have to get going, I have business to tend to, you don't have anything else you'd like to discuss, do you?"

"Not at the moment, Chancellor, and in any case further state business can be discussed via our envoys. Thank you very much for your time." said Chancellor Schlabel, sounding pleased “Oh...there was one thing. I have found that the Governor of Western Sahara is hostile to Lavenrunz. This may be something that requires your attention."

Roger sighed; he suspected that the Chancellor would have probably called WS first. "Ah, well, let me extend my apologies, he can be a bit, shall we say, rude at times... Or perhaps rough around the edges. Anyway, he means well, it's just he can let petty religious matters cloud his judgement."

Alice was frowning now, as she whispered, "They're papists! What do you mean petty matters! Do you want to invite some pagans over, that's what you might as well do!"

Roger put his hand over the phone and whispered back, loudly, "I said keep quiet, this is my business... If you want to interpret the bible literally, read Genesis 3:16 and then do as I say."

Alice nodded her head and returned to being quiet.

Roger then took his hand off the phone and said, "Okay, then, that's all, right? I'll talk to the governor and that's about it, right?"

"Thank you yes. Good day, Sir." said the Chancellor.

Roger said, "Good bye to you as well, sir." and then hung up.

Alice immediately moaned, "Do we have to have papists here?"

Roger sighed loudly, "Did I say they're coming?"

She nodded her head.

He sighed again, "Then what do you think."

She frowned and nodded her head again.