NationStates Jolt Archive

A Cigaro (sea-GAR-o) is a European state that has claimed the entire continent. Hitler tried this once before, but failed. So, the Cigaro is still a Theory, unlike the Truitti-made Hyrbid Theory which is now the Hybrid Theorm, which states that a single state can be located in three or more continents, not connecting by land, and still be a world power.

ISC:

The Presidente stood in the large capital of Osea Truitt; Oured, Argentina. He had been thinking. The South American Empire, which was to claim Brazil next, had been stopped due to communist basterds who had a nuclear-happy policy.
The Asian Empire ended with a stand-off of large weapons and an alliance with the two other world powers.
The North American Empire as useless, as no claims were there, and the North American Pact was not what the Presidente could hold in his last few years of office.
Europe. The land which had almost started a nuclear war no more than a week ago, was sitting there, open, kind of. Like Asia, Europe has many allies surrounding the Osean borders. The only possable way was up, to Scandinavia. But that was of little value, having few profitable resources. The Baltics would be the secound targets.

"James," He called, knowing that his Councilari was just in his speaking range. "Yeah, Fonzi?" He asked, his teenage face shining by the bullet proof window's sunlight.
"We have not brought back our forces from Austria, Germany, and Turkey yet, have we?" Asked the Presidente, twisting a knob near him that a hologram projected out of the deck's top from nowhere. Wall-planted cameras, go figure.

"No, we still have our forces spred out along Austria and the Czech Republic." Replied James, pointing to the spots on the map to the forces and how many were there within a 100 mile radius of that small point. Many hundred thousands were seen, with one in Germany right on the Hrstrovokian borders had 1.3 million labeled.

The Presidente stared at the map. He walked up to it and moved his finger from points in Austria and Germany to the northern coasts of Germany and Poland.
He sat there as the dots moved and some joinned together. The fleet in Turkey he pointed to and moved it through the Atlantic near Euroslavia's Portugual and Spain and brought it inbetween Germany and Sweden.
James was still unaware of the Presidente's thoughts.
The Presidente, after the fleet from Turkey had stopped moving, was in the shape of a bridge from Germany to Sweden. "And, Poland." He said moving a few Czech and German troops into Poland, making a zig-zag like trail from south to north and than splitting the force as a whole to Northern and Eastern Poland.
James just relized his plan. "Damnit Fonzi!" He exclaimed frantically. "Can't you just stop about expansion for a month? We barely avoided a nuclear holocaust, that is why we were in South America and not Asia!" He demanded falling into Fonzi's own presidentel recliner.
"I was just thinkin'," He began before James interupted him yelling "Thinking! Unless you want Hrstro-va-something staying hostile, I would play a low key!"
The Presidente, being just a few months younger than the young Councilari, smiled a even more childish smile. "You said that same exact thing when I propossed to invade South America and couldn't pronouse A.Z.K. All you have to do is say their initials." He mocked, moving the thrid fleet in the area that was next to Sicily to the deeper Baltics, sort of blockading sertain cities in each independant state.
"Fonzi-" He began and was cut off by Carly Snyder, the Douvier to Metallica, a colony in MetaEarth, came storming in. "I must speak to Jewitt alone, James." She said. All three of them knew eachother very well. "This is more important than-" James began inraged when Carly flung back her hand into a navy-slap possition. James backed down and walked out in a storming array of under-breath curces.
"Yes, Ms. Sny-" Began Fonzi before she started yelling "We had an agreement, an Orbital Expansion Fleet in Metallica for ten years. You pulled them back two years early!" She exclaimed. Fonzi never could stand up to Carly for some reason, he had looked death in the face, spit in dictator's faces, and kicked communist rulers in the nuts, and yet he could not face a owman a year older than he was. The 22 year-old woman had a face of scathing pots and an arm that could knock out the most trainned boxer.
Obviously his plan to take away the 3rd Orbital and redirect it to United Arab Emirates was not in her best wishes.

An hour past and Fonzi had given into Carly's demands, plus an added escort division, to make up for the problem.

Now, he thought, Where's James? He called for him and he came. He had moved men to Poland, Germany, and the Czech Republic. He was careful not to have any forces get too close to Gray Hills, Euroslavia, or Praetonia so alliance agreements would not be broken.

"James, this is my plan." He said beginning by enlarging the map around Europe. "Here, here, and here will be naval forces." He said pointed at two lines of ships and a large scatter. The two lines were like blockades by Sweden, and the scattered ships was like a hunt-to-destroy convoy.

James looked it over as the Presidente continued. "These men will go here, here, and here. Poland should fall within a week to due to anarchic chaos, our only problem is that a small governor is building up power so we might have to kill him early to send them back into their state of denile.

"Next to that, the invasion into the Baltics should begin through Far Western Russia and that small country below it, erm.." he began and before James could tell him who it was he started agian.

"Belarus will be the next land attack after Poland. It has a central communist government, meanning it will put up more of a fight than Poland will. We will march into there, destroy it, and hopefully use some of their tanks on front-line duty for the Baltic push."

He finished. Once again, James tried to say something but Fonzi cut him off mid-breath. "Our only problem is getting five million men on to Norway and three million to Sweden. It would take at least a week of continuous landing and retreating to the ship. Maybe we could use, like, three-quarters of our paratrooper and air borne divisions to get it done quicker."

James sighed now. "Yes, my greatness." He mocked sarcastically. Fonzi gave him a spit-in-your-face look and said "I want Laryn on this, over Norway. He is the best Generali I know." Said Fonzi. Jacob Laryn was the most skilled and experianced Generali, being the only one that had been in both the Yemeni, Emiraten, and South American conflicts along with being the generali to cross the Czech-Austrian border to claim the Czech Republic their own.

He had with him half a million specialist-trainned soldiers that were all battlefield experiance and a quarter that in battle tanks and five percent being other vehicles. If he headed the surprise invasion of Norway as Jewitt had planned, than it would fall in a blitzkrieq push within a couple of weeks.

The Kopparbergs politicans would not know what hit them, and their military would be off-gaurd to begin with.

The Cigaro Theory was slowly peicing together into a plan, and his plan was nicknamed "Nirvana Truths."

Telegrams all over Osean Rule said "Nirvana Truths." Only the Admirelos, Generalis, and Wingmen Majors knew what it ment. And surely enough, the problem would escalate into using a full offencive force that Hrstrovokia would have gotten just a week earlier.

Next Day

In Vatican City, Italy, the Golencian Earth Three European Head Quarters shone in the sunlight. The Presidente breathed in the air of a city owned by a strong ally and the surrounding nation being owned by an even stronger ally.

He walked, unguarded, in civilian clothes, into the building and without being asked a word, right into the top floor where the Golencian and Hillian leaders were waiting.

His taste in fasion was a little off. Both of the leaders were wearing fancy and politican-sterotypical clothing. He was wearing Dickies pants, AC/DC's Thunderstruck "Rocker Sleeve" shirt, and Converse shoes. he had on a beanie that was brown and had the Dickies insignia on its folded front. It covered the top portion of his mid-back long brown hair.

He was also the only mexican-italian-origin person there. The Hillian was of Arabic-like race, and the Golencian was deep granto, or pure spanish-aztec mixture, a real mexican, deeply.

"Erm, welcome, Mr. Jewitt." Said the Golencian leader. "Why did you call us here?" he obviously was used to the Presidente's aparell by now and his...uniqueness.

"My friends in the Earth Three, I am comming to you with a discussion of resent events. Risban is threatening Isreal, new threats in asia could threaten myself and your own borders, Golencia, and that we all have our minds set on different nations.

"You, my fair friend of the middle east, have eyes on the entirty of the Middle East, including Isreal. You also seek alliance with Hrstrovokia, something we should never do to communists.

"And my great ally of Asia, Golencia. You have seen Sri Lanka as a target since your regime's rise, yet you have not seen such matters go your way. I think we should fix your problems, as I am fixing my own.

"The Hrstrovokian threat is dieing, but may rise if I do, infact, target Brazil and its communsit scrum. So, my sights are not in the Middle East or Asia, but in Europe. Expansion into the Baltics and Scandinavia. Kopparbergs, Terrionian, and Outer Scandinavia. They are all targets and I have my forces moving to ready for assualt now.

"Also, I am planning on invading Poland very promoptly and having Belarus for my next target. I also have a blockade being formed to threaten the economic balances of both Sweden and the Baltics. I am asking, that you support me, although not suggesting militaristically or any other form of physical aid, but vocally, in support for my expansion."

He stopped and awatied for replies. He added one thing before becoming quiet:
"This is our hour. Both of you can make the choise to make your dreams become reality, now, instead of waiting until someone else does so. Allies may try to jump into Isreal," He said looking to the Hillian leader, "and an other ally could invade and annex Sri Lanka." Looking at the Golencian he smiled.
"This is our hour, a large push, a Nirvana 'Truth.'"

He stopped was overwhelmed with silence as he awaited the responces of his two allies.

OOC:
Note, this is still ISC, noone knows of my plans, and becouse my fleet is all submercipal, has not really noticed the movements from Italian and Turkish bases to German bases. The movements are ground, and that could be explained by defending Germany and the Czech Republic after the conflict with Hrstrovokia had ended.

OOC: I should note that the British Empire spanned more continents than that, and still remained the most powerful nation on Earth.

OOC: I know, it had something to do with complete control and not colonies and territories or what not, if I feel in a good mood I might get the exact statement of the Theory later.

Also, BUMP for Golencia.

Loosly OOC: Grays Hill puts its full support behind Fonzi. We shall help them in their crusade of the domination of the Baltics.

The Golencian Leader looked over at him.

"Fonzi how you are mis-informed. Sir Lanka was succesfully bought a couple of days ago. However our eyes have been on Egypt. The only problem we face is its occupants.

"As a boy in Mexico, long before i came to Asia and Carved my Empire, I had adored the History and Culture of the Egyptians. Although in Truth holding my homeland was the one dream of mine. However the Sharinians hold the land, and I dare not war them alone.

"But Indeed If it was at all possible to attain Mexico, there is no end to the deeds i would do for it."

He stopped and looked at the others.

The Presidente thought for a few moments. "Egypt, Mexico maybe an other day." He said with a wink that only the fellow mexican saw. The confused Hillian hadn't the lightest clue of what had just been agreed appon.

"Egypt, wow, you got the place. Now don't tell me you got rid of this very city too!" He exclaimed sarcastically which was not understood by either leaders.

"Alright, Egypt," He said trying to sound a little professional after his resent humiliation trial, "that is a toutchy one." He looked over to the Hillian who activated the Holographic Projector of Europe and than the Presidente, with his fingers, changed it to Eurafrica.

He looked it over. "Risban." He said under his breath. The other two looked up at him when he said more clearly, "Risban."

"What do you mean Risban?" asked the Golencian leader with interest.

The Presidente smiled a teenage smile without the common dimples. "Risban, the leader, well, he is a strong imperialist. He has claimed large lands, and Extonia, from my last report, litterally took England and Whales." Already half through his responce, the Presidente noticed the Golencian was listening with deep thought. "He has claims in Africa and is probably going to go into Isreal. This means both of you," he looked to the Hillian for a quick glance and than matched the Golencian's eye lock "can sieze this opportunity and take him down, once and for all. Say you, my sir," he said looking to the Hillian "can take Isreal as he does, and my friend, you could take his African borders." He finished to the Golencian.

The Presidente left out one major claim though, that all three of them knew, one that could change the imperial crisis that could arrise at any moment. The Isle of Ireland.

"I have an alliance with Risban. It would be dishonorable for me to attack them without them actually breaking our agreement."

OOC: So do you agree with the investment thing golencia...Sorry for stealing the thread...I'm just a cranky kid :rolleyes:

OOC: I'll just call that a tag ;-)

IC:

"Hm, I guess." Said the Presidente with a smile that looked normal, but was one that his closest friends and peoples knew very well. "What if, say, a spcial operations team went into a Risban facility and blew it up, left some Golencian pieces behind, and than he makes the agression?"

His plan was already done in his head, and hopefully the Golencian would accept his idea.

The Emperors Mouth dropped. "How about you blow up a facility in Golencia full of unwanted POWs, and blow it up, making seem as though they did it.

"After all we dont want these petty POWs and we need a proper excuse. Although i ust warn you, i'll be obligated to appoint a council to investigate it, they will do so without any pressure. It is law written by my Father.

"So what say you?"

OOC: So do you agree with the investment thing golencia...Sorry for stealing the thread...I'm just a cranky kid :rolleyes:

TG Me

"Well," Began the teenage leader pondering, "I will get on that right now." He flipped out his BlueLight Cellphone and pressed in a few digits, a text message.

"How about Carsoon Airforce Base? It is a base you are currently using for Sri Lankan POW's in India." He smiled and made a small hand signal that not even he understood, or even figuring why he had done it.

"Yes good." The leader nodded in accpetance. "Although," he pulled out his cell phone and began typing a text message so only he and The Truittian leader could talk.


So what can i do to get Mexico in its entirety with your help truly anything for it.

The Presidente picked up the cellphone and saw the message from a EatCottageCheese25 and wondered for a few secounds before noticing that the Golencian had a cellphone in his hand.

Feeling gilt that the Hillian was left out, the Presidente sent the message:
It is Truitti, not Truittian. And Mexico is an other battle in the future, but not now. As to Risban, the SpecOps could easily make it like they did it and no investigation team, even with documentation, could prove that Truitti forces did it. I hope that this will help in your siezing of more claims from Risban more clear of your heart's whelm.

That was probably the first serious message the Presidente had given in a while. "So, who wants something to eat?" He asked pressing the button for the secretary.

President al-Sahaf rubbed his chin...he though to himself. Egypt? This was closest to his Great Empire, and there for would be easier to obtain for them.

Secret TG to Truitt and Golencia:
I, President Osama al-Sahaf, would like to say that we would be happy to take the nation of Egypt.

Emperor Ruben Aragon III started twitching.

And wrote back:

What do you mean. You'll take it for you?

The Presidente laughed at the men who were now sending textmessages and telegrams in the board room.

"Alright, this is what I got. I send in a Special Operations Team into a Golencian base, which in turn, breaks a war between Golencia and Risban, and what, exactly, are you planning to do in Egypt, Sir?"

"We cant afford a war with Risban. We are stil fighting with the Taiwanese off the coast off Taiwan. Until that uis resolved and we get payments from their surrendered government such a though is very very far from our mind."