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Raptior, Capital of The Jewittist Republic

The grand republic's capital shone in an uncommon rainless day. The tropical sun shone nearly hostily, blazing and burning anyone's skin who was not of native origin.

The Republic was well under a state of war, the first since the rise of the Jewittist Regime, at the end of the Nazi-Supporting Osean Rule. A nation was one of interest, since it held power and will, and openness politically. The same nation that was assaulted and beached by the infamous Nazi state, The Reich of Witzgall, and the supporter of this state dispite its majority of non-Aryans, The Osean Rule of Unified Truitt.

Verstummelung, a now-reformed Fascist State, a radical one, was not one that the Jewittist Republic would normally deal with, and would rather harass and destroy imports and exports, but this was a mater of strategy, not of politics.

Comatica had to be thwarted, and the Black and Grey Forces were bound to come after the Republic soon enough due to its increased influence in the areas of interest, and the Republic needed a strong and battle-proven ally.

The Presidente, Fonzi Jewitt, was not alive when the war between Verstummelung and where its beaches were litterally destroyed, thousands dieing, and hoped that the current leader had forgotten or had forgiven the Oseat-ran nation of that time.

He picked up a phone and dialed the international number to the capital of the Lungian Reich. A person answered and he aid adruptly, "Mi amigo, I am Presidente Fonzi Jewitt of the Jewittist Republic, I wish to speak to the Fuhrer of Verstummelung." Crackling was heard and then the voice asked something that made him annoyed. "Yes, I am well aware that Fonzi was a fictional character on some American show....yes, Jewitt is not a popular name....yes, Jewittism is a little modest.....goddamnit, give the phone to the Fuhrer de Verstummelung or I'll have your fucking family slaughtered!" He yelled out in annoyance and anger. He tried not to go overboard, but he could not help it when a german interigated him.

He awaited the answering of the phone, and when he was told that the Fuhrer was unavailable, he requested a meeting, and when it was accepted, the Presidente prepared for a meeting in his capital, to talk to the radical, in hopes of an alliance, the United Allies, to fight off Comatica, and possibly if the need comes, the Black and Grey.

Waiting now two days later, the Presidente got a call saying that the Fuhrer had gotten into an armed barricade to the boardroom in Raptior, right above the Republican Council. He awaited the entrance and the meeting. All he could think was Well, I'm screwed, I am not even twenty and this man is probably fifty.

The Fuhrer was no 50 year old man, he was infact a man of 35. He wasn't at all a radical idiot like his father, and grandfather, he was infact calm, collected, and genocidal. He had on occasion made love to a woman, only to kill her fifteen minutes after he was dressed just to look into her eye's. He was obsessed with amputation, and he himself had been a master surgeon. This man was everything people feared and then some, a conflicted man, genocidal...and then the next a friendly uncle. In current state he stood 5'8 and weighed about 156lbs. He had middle ear length black hair, and green eyes. He always wore standard Verstummelung army issue combat boots, and an Kämpfer unit, Officer's uniform. He also road with the Kämpfer unit, and he himself was always armed with an MP45. He also had six guards wielding similar weapons, except two of them wielding black armor and a frieghtening MG42A2. The Fuhrer was not an easy target in the least.

Stopped at the armed barricade, the Fuhrer steped forward from his guards, and handed the Commander of the barricade, a letter he had recieved priority mail from the leader, Fozni Jewitt. The Commander saluted, the Fuhrer simply smiled at him, and nodded a half salute under his black peak-top hat. The Barricade let him pass, and he arrived in the boardroom. He removed his hat and placed it under his right armpit, he walked to the Presidente, and extended his left hand. "I had wished our meeting hadn't been under such dissipointing surcumstances, but as your letter said, we have much to discuss."

The Presidente adruptly stood up, surprised at the man being much younger than he thought. "Si, mi amigo," he started in English, extending his own left hand, and grasping the man's forearm without thinking, a custom of Emeraldians such as the Presidente, "I am sure you are well aware of The Black and Grey, and also of Comatica's lonely Japanese journey of domination." He joked, offering the man with his hands a vast arry of drinks placed across the table with two empty clear glasses.

The Presidente did not believe that politicans should be waited on, so he always had his diplomatic meetings self-serving.

"Mi amigo," he said again after the Fuhrer had finished pouring his drink, "it comes to my attention that Verstummelung, Vermin, I hope you don't mind me saying for short, is indeed a land of unmatched uniqueness, one that requires itself in the world. I can promise you a place in the history books, and love from your people." The youngling said taking a short gasp of some sort of yellowish-translucent liquid as his face squinched to the fine Truitti liqur.

He awaited the Fuhrer's responce, and what he had in mind.

Lord Feratu watched as the leaders of Truitt and Verstummelung plodded their way through a daily routine. 'Stupid humans,' he thought. ' They deserve to be below us on the food chain.'

But.....he had a thought. A real ballsy one.

These two leaders were truly warped, a twisted mentality that suited the Black & Grey's temperment quite well. Perhaps they could be enticed to......

Feratu snapped his fingers, and a gnome scurried up to him. " Yes, Master?"

" Get me my swords and my pistols. I'm going visiting."

" Yes, Master."

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The air shimmered, and a soft, high-pitched whine emanated from a corner of Jewitt's office. Feratu stepped through the blue, fiery oval that was the TransBeam, accompanied by two brutal-looking guards, all armed to the teeth.

He bowed. "Greetings, mein Fuhrer, Mr. President. I was wondering if I might have a word with you. I am High Lord Feratus Ys-Na, Ruler of Vhammpyr......"

OOC: Although I have a slight problem OOCly with you coming in (a meeting I intend only myself and Verst. be involved in), expecially with alternate races, but if Verst doesn't have a problem with it, have fun talking to the two most misunderstood genocidal maniacs on Earth (believe or not, my Presidente hasn't been a saint since he was 12 so....he just propagandized all of his actions as being the actions of the Jewittist enemy, Enzoism. I am sure your nation isn't as fooled as my citizens are).

The Fuhrer poured himself a glass of Absinthe, he had an associete hand the Presidente a bottle of Verstummelung's finest Absinthe. "From my privite collection....my first glass of this brand was when I was 11. Enough of booze..." He grasped in his hand a black folder. He handed it to Fonzi, inside of the folder was all intelligance gathered in the last two years of the so called powers to be. "Believe it or not, we know quite alot about Comatica's quest for the region. Yet we devised of an interesting offer, before you make your's, I know what you're going to say. You wish for Verstummelung to join your alliance, before you get slammed by both powers. Believe it or not, we'd rather not see this happen. With your nation in coexistance with our's, we both have managed to keep things quite. Now this fools decide to start a war, and we both know they will reach us within the end of year if we don't act. In the back of that folder, is a document making the alliance between the Vermin and the Truitt final, my signature is already on the paper, all you need to do is sign."

He looked at his counterpart, and took a sip of his drink, it went down smooth...and it took effect, it made him more calm.

OOC: Although I have a slight problem OOCly with you coming in (a meeting I intend only myself and Verst. be involved in), expecially with alternate races, but if Verst doesn't have a problem with it, have fun talking to the two most misunderstood genocidal maniacs on Earth (believe or not, my Presidente hasn't been a saint since he was 12 so....he just propagandized all of his actions as being the actions of the Jewittist enemy, Enzoism. I am sure your nation isn't as fooled as my citizens are).

ooc: yeah, I figured that it was a private meeting, but I thought that throwing a surprise in there like that was a nice twist. Being the genocidal gents you are, I have a proposition.......

The Presidente looked over the files briefly. He turned down the drink, as he was not much of a drinker unless it was a party of sorts, and mostly not with other politicans.

"So..." he murmored thumbing through the files and then to the document which unified the Reich and the Republic in a military alliance, "what you are propossing is more of a defencive alliance, one to prepare for Black and Grey, and not that of Comatica?" He studied some more, stating more of a reistablishment of what the Fuhrer had just said.

"What shall we do of Comatica, than? Throw them off, and when the Black and Grey are finished with him, then hit them?" He wondered, slightly confused.

EDIT:

OOC: Through AIM, me and Verst. have agreed that it is OK for you to come in, but if you don't mind, well after we have talked about our plans. I don't think vampires are so perfect to find a consealed room in a foreign land, and then warp there in a mater of minutes of it starting.

The Presidente looked over the files briefly. He turned down the drink, as he was not much of a drinker unless it was a party of sorts, and mostly not with other politicans.

"So..." he murmored thumbing through the files and then to the document which unified the Reich and the Republic in a military alliance, "what you are propossing is more of a defencive alliance, one to prepare for Black and Grey, and not that of Comatica?" He studied some more, stating more of a reistablishment of what the Fuhrer had just said.

"What shall we do of Comatica, than? Throw them off, and when the Black and Grey are finished with him, then hit them?" He wondered, slightly confused.

EDIT:

OOC: Through AIM, me and Verst. have agreed that it is OK for you to come in, but if you don't mind, well after we have talked about our plans. I don't think vampires are so perfect to find a consealed room in a foreign land, and then warp there in a mater of minutes of it starting.


ooc: thanks. If you recall Star Trek, all you needed were coordinates, and you could beam anyone anywhere.

OOC: True, but how did you get the coordinates to room only a select few have been to, or let alone the coordinates to the remote area of a massive tower of which this particular section is below ground?

Anyways, lets keep OOC to a little note, at least without a little IC included. (Waits impatiently for Vermin)

The Fuhrer, who's name was Heinrich, looked surprised. "No, the idea is not ignore them, it's simply to just crush their naval strength, and burn/pillage their lands in the spirt of genocide. It makes sense to eliminate the strongest enemy...and only a combined force could do it. Black and Grey cannot touch us, and I see them proposing an alliance or atleast non-agression till unleast Comatic is dealt with." He took another sip. "Don't get me wrong, Black and Grey could hurt us, but it would be wiser to get them off our nation's whilst we still have the chance of diplomacy."(my god did I just use that word?)

He stood up, his boots clicked on the floor. "The idea is to not let either get the upper hand...we need to play this right is we plan to survive. This is no longer about petty land disputes, our live's are on the line in this one. Losing means the death of our nation's....for good." He looked glum, and then took another drink. "I will never give a person who seeks my life mercy, or compel to spare them, no chance will be given. Its all or nothing my Truitt friend."

The Presidente kept eye contact with the man, even as he stood and his eyes glew with hatrid and furiousness. He nodded and said "Mi amigo, I understand. Now, maybe I can say what I have to propose?"

He himself pushed a button below the table, very destinctly as so the Fuhrer would see and not think the Presidente was trying to be sneaky at all.

The room slowly dimmed and a green and blue-tinted globe holographized in the middle of the table. It showed in the upper atlantic a blue island, respectably the size of the British Isles. It was very much above a green-colored span of islands and portions of South Africa, the Jewittist Republic, and close enough to black-colored lands farther north, but still below the Topalian island, which was Verstummelung.

"This is the world....of course." The Presidente dumbly said. "Here are the Black and Grey, and over here, I believe is Romania, majorly most of former Transylvania, is that little vampire-raced nation." He said pointing, but instead of having accuracy in pointing the nations lit up as he said them by some man infront of a computer ready to press on a nation or file far away from the room.

"Now, Comatica, I will admit, must fall. I would perfer if we took it and cut it in half, the islands, seen here, and the mainlands, seen here, be the splitting grounds, give or take if we have any disagreements. Of course, this is not room to be imperial. Comatica is the lesser of our troubles." He mentioned as the portions of the island-mainland nation lit up in portions at a time. "You are correct, mi amigo, on the threat of the Black and Grey, and if they were to turn against us, it would be our very....weakness, I should say."

The Presidente paused but continued without giving Heinrich a chance to respond. "I believe, if we continue on with our plans and take Comatica, we could gain the respect of nations simular to ours in tactics, namely those." He pointed to the nations highlighted being yellow, orange, and purple, the three nations within the Black and Grey (OOC: Sorry, I can't remember ya'lls names, so...).

"I will admit, diplomacy is key in making sure we get what we want, without them feeling like we are open targets." He finished himself prematurely, noticing Heinrich's facial worries, taking his seat, but the hologram remaining. He left his ears open for what his Vermin amigo had to say.

Heinrich looked troubled. "The gamble for which we will partake will be a struggle for which both our nation's must face together. Verstummelung will fallow through with such plans, yet one problem that faces our nation. As you could say, our naval and air suppiority is somewhat weak, thus why we stay in our land's. The only way for our plan's to work, is if the Jewiitt forces destroy or disable the Comatic Navy, and dominate the skies...after that, the Verstummelung army will burn and destroy all that was the Comatic mainland. In turn, we shall shock the Black and Grey, and they would feel it wise to join us."

"Ah, but mi amigo, already I have deployed three fleets to the region to do just that, claim the seas and sky for the Jewittist Flag and her allies. As to shcoking the Black and Grey, maybe a siege of Comatica could to prove to them we should be respected, and not thought of as cows at a slaughter house, si?" The Presidente, although glad with the decision and his already deployment of such actions, was still paranoid, heavily, of both the Black and Grey and of others. Since Heinrich opened his plans to him, he felt him to be the only man he could trust outside of the Republic.

The Black and Grey still taunted him internally, and wondered what the Fuhrer would think of this siege of being a proving ground that we are better allies than enemies to the three.

The Fuhrer grinned. "I see, my friend, and by the strike of midnight, one of the most devistationg alliances in the history of this planet, will become known...and strike fear and chaos into all that stand in it's way."

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The Presidente smiled as he looked at the clock in the room. He usually did not have such devices at diplomatic meetings, as they seemed to make some feel rushed.

He thought for a moment and eyed the glowing green liquid infront of Heinrich. He shaked off the idea of drinking it, he had known the anti-sane drink for some time, and did not want to get wrapped into it.

"Si, mi amigo, the Atlantic Allies would be a grand name for our relationship, as we are all located in the Atlantic regions. As to the whole idea, we must make it understood. For now on, only the two of us make final decisions of the pact, regaurdless of who we allow in during this war." The Presidente looked around hastingly, like he was expecting something, but then remembered that the other two Controlees, James and Daniel, who he was sure Heinrich was well aware of existing, were not even in the same country of Capitallia.

"Y," he began, and in spanish, "we need to decide what to do with the Black and Grey Imperium. They seem to have massive powers, and never have we seen a war where three massive coalitions go at it, and two of them being radically in the same ideology. I would rather us meet an agreement, but seeing their tactics, they seem to be like ourselves before now, unable to reach diplomatic reasoning."

He awaited the Fuhrer's responce.

The Fuhrer looked at the Presidente. "The idea is sound, the Atlantic Allies we shall become. Yet as for the Black Imperium, we shalt await for their first move...and focus on our friend invading Topal. That way we could prove some worth to the Black Imperium."

"Si, mi amigo." Replied the Presidente, "Now, if there is nothing else, maybe we shall disembark for now?"

OOC: Alrighty Vhammpyr (Spel?), you can come in now.