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"Fellow statesmen, freedom fighters, and allies,

I would like to thank all of the principled, moral, upstanding nations who have devoted themselves to the cause of freedom by joining the World Anti-Communist League. Now that we have a reasonably high number of members, I believe the time has come for us to meet and discuss our plans for the future. Therefore, you are all invited to meet with me in my castle. Dinner will be provided, though this will be a serious meeting, not like the Shooban hunts and what-not. If you are interested, please let me know."

--Generalissimo J.L.--

"Fellow statesmen, freedom fighters, and allies,

I would like to thank all of the principled, moral, upstanding nations who have devoted themselves to the cause of freedom by joining the World Anti-Communist League. Now that we have a reasonably high number of members, I believe the time has come for us to meet and discuss our plans for the future. Therefore, you are all invited to meet with me in my castle. Dinner will be provided, though this will be a serious meeting, not like the Shooban hunts and what-not. If you are interested, please let me know."

--Generalissimo J.L.--

I intend to join this meeting, if possible. As the reunification of America is paramount, I will send a representative to represent the Reunited States and its allies at this conference.

Jake Featherston IV

SIC:

P.S. Do you mind if Kimiko sends somebody?

"That is fine. We will welcome whoever you send with open arms. I regret you yourself are unable to attend. Could you send Rinoa, though?"

--J.L.--

"That is fine. We will welcome whoever you send with open arms. I regret you yourself are unable to attend. Could you send Rinoa, though?"

--J.L.--

Sure. In fact, she's on her way as we speak.

-Jake Featherston IV

"Excellent. Thanks."

--J.L.--

I thank you indeed for the invitation, and I will accept it. It will be the first time I leave Comatica since the invasion of my empire, but I feel it's time to stretch my legs, obviously figuratively, and the fighting is already winding down. Also, if you do not mind, Minister of Religion Gaius Praeur, who, I believe, met with former WACL chairman Chia Neng Lee, would be glad if he could attend. He would like to discuss the hatred and shortcomings of communism further with Mr. Lee.

Sincerely,
Emperor Titus Celmaetus

I will gladly come to the meeting of the WACL to justifiably plan for the future against the scourge of communism. My defense minister, Anthony Munoz, will accompany me.

-Byron Graham
FedAB President Proceeding

I would be most honored to attend a dinner at such an honorable man's house, even if we are a little unsettled by your liberalization, our united ideals to utterly crush Communism under the jackboot of Capitalism I feel are enough to forge a lasting alliance.

I myself will attend the meeting. I look forward to it.

Signed,
Lord Protector Franco York
Trinity Empire of Jagada

"I'm coming for sure."

President-for-Life Colonel Moibuto "Scotty Doc" Musonga



This is Scotty Doc (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3d/Mobutu.jpg)

"Excellent! I look forward to seeing you all here. However, President-for-Life Musonga, I must kindly ask that you refrain from breaching internationally-accepted norms of diplomatic etiquette, as things between you and Amazonian Beasts are tense, to say the least, and I don't want this meeting to create friction."

--Generalissimo J.L.--

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{OOC: The meeting will take place in this thread rather than in a new one, just FYI}

I’m in the middle of something, so I will be sending somebody in my place. Maybe one of the royal family or a military commander or one of the top gun pilots. I don’t know. Well, somebody will be coming. ~ the Count.

From: The Fascist Republic of Kravania

To: Roach Busters.

The Fascist Republic of Kravania would like to represent itself at the WACL meeting.

Can it be arranged for our Great Leader and President for Life, Atne Pavelic, to attend the meeting himself, along with our Minister of Foreign Affairs, Milan Radic.

Kravania fully supports the noble struggle of the WACL and the great crusade against gangster communism, the highest form of evil ever to plague the Earth.

To: Count JWolf
From: Generalissimo J.L.

"I am sorry you cannot attend, my friend. However, if you wish to send someone in your place, please do so."


To: Kravania
From: Roach-Busters Ministry of Foreign Affairs

"We would be delighted to accept the Great Leader Atne Pavelic as our honored guest. If the great nation of Kravania wishes to join the WACL, we will accept them with open arms."

To: Generalissimo J.L.
From: Count JWolf

Well…I’m helping out our allies in the States, my friend. Right now, I’m in NYC near Thump Tower. I will have General Adolph McKnight (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/McKnight.jpg) of the 1st Blood Wolves (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/1st.jpg) come in my place. And Colonel Bruce Ridilla (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Ridilla.jpg), one of the Top Gun pilots, will be coming with the General. They will be there is around four to six hours.

To: Count JWolf
From: Generalissimo J.L.

"Excellent. I would be delighted to meet them. By the way, will my services be needed in the States?"

To: Roach Busters
From: The Grand National Union of Xharn


The Grand National Union of Xharn would like to send a representative to the WACL meeting.

If it is alright, The Field Marshal Bison the commander of the Death Korps would like to be present at this meeting about dealing with the communist scourge that threatens to encompass the entire world.


The Grand National Union of Xharn supports any action taken to stop these red devils from taking over the world!

To: Roach-Busters Ministry for Foreign Affairs
From: Risban Imperial Foreign Ministry


The Grand Imperium of Risban has, in the past, supported the World Anti-Communist League, and will continue to do so. Emperor Scorpius will be attending this meeting personally.

-Alexander Perkins-
~High Minister for Foreign Affairs~

"You are both more than welcome to come."

--Generalissimo J.L.--

Talk to your son-in-law about that, J.L. He is the one in control of everything over here, I'm just there to make sure it goes as planned. ~ The Count

"Will do."

--Generalissimo J.L.--

{OOC: Feel free to post your characters arriving whenever you wish. You can skip the flying, landing, etc., and just have your character enter the meeting room.}

General Anthony Munoz, representing from the Federation, stepped into the conference room with a clipboard attached to a side, a pistol in his holster. He assumed the conservative gathering would not mind his armament...if any communist infiltrators existed, they would need it to suppress him. He was a suspicious man...also one of the most conservative and dangerous people in the Fed. This was most of the reason why he led the armed forces...and he did a damn fine job. He looked forward to the meeting as he stepped forward.

The Generalissimo stood and saluted the General as he stepped forward. Extending his hand, he said, "A pleasure to meet you. Generalissimo J.L., at your service."

Munoz took his hand and shook it twice vigorously.

"An honor to finally meet you, Generallisimo. I look forward to the conference."

The Generalissimo nodded. "The honor is mine, General. Please, have a seat." He gestured toward a plush armchair.

As the two men sat, a waiter entered the room. "What would you gentlemen like to drink?"

Munoz gladly accepted the offer as he sat.

"I'll have a cold beer, thank you."

The waiter smiled and handed the General a list of over 5,000 brands of beer, from hundreds of different nations. "Which is your preference?"

Munoz pointed out one and handed it back to the waiter, reclining back in his chair and awaiting the arrival of the other international leaders.

Within thirty seconds, the waiter returned with an immensely tall, frosted, ice-cold glass of fresh beer. "Enjoy."

Rinoa arrived in the conference room cheerful and glad to see her father, the Generalissimo. Being with Jake was great, but sometimes, she just needed to see the family again. Besides, it was all in good spirits-Jake, Daddy, and her were on the same page on this WACL meet.

She had a firearm too- a Colt Commander Jake insisted she carry, since she assured him that there wouldn't be any need for bodyguards in RB (after all, it was her dad's place-one of the most secure nations on NS Earth!). Not that it mattered, she had experience hunting Shoobans with guns before, so she wasn't squeamish.

She had a briefcase, full of documents that thankfully, nobody in Upper Xen had seen. For she was empowered to act on behalf of both the Reunited States of America, and its allies, the Real Anime Liberation Movement. Jake had decided on this in order to simplify things, but again, she aquiesced- "Aunt" Kimiko, as she was affectionately known, was good to Rinoa, so it wasn't any problem.

Backstory aside, Rinoa then said to Generalissimo J.L., moving to give him a hug at the right moment: "Daddy!"

"Much thanks."

Munoz took a large swig of the beverage, enjoying every second.

"My compliments to your kitchen staff, Generallisimo."

The Generalissimo chuckled and hugged Rinoa tight. A tear slid down his cheek. "I missed you, baby," he said. "How have you been?"

As Rinoa took her seat, J.L. smiled and said, "Thank you, General Munoz. If you wish, I can have some of this beer delivered to your place of residence."

He stole a glance at the clock, wondering when the other guests would arrive.

The Generalissimo chuckled and hugged Rinoa tight. A tear slid down his cheek. "I missed you, baby," he said. "How have you been?"



Rinoa then said, "Things have been just wonderful. The War is moving smoothly as we speak, NYC is pretty much over with, and so is Buffalo. Amelia is growing ever so nicely, she's been a hands-on job for Jake and I since she was born. I think she'll say her first word soon, and she has begun to try to walk."

J.L. smiled. "Ah, little Amelia. I miss her so. I wonder what her first word will be?"

J.L. smiled. "Ah, little Amelia. I miss her so. I wonder what her first word will be?"

Rinoa then mused, "Perhaps Daddy, mommy, or something to do with the army, or anime. Definetly nothing Communist."

J.L. smiled. "I doubt it. If she takes after her dear parents- and grandfather-" He chuckled, "she'll be a virulent anticommunist. Hell, I hope so. Btw, got any recent pics?"

J.L. smiled. "I doubt it. If she takes after her dear parents- and grandfather-" He chuckled, "she'll be a virulent anticommunist. Hell, I hope so. Btw, got any recent pics?"

Rinoa said smiling, "Here's a picture." She then reached into her suit pocket, and removed a photo of Amelia in little baby clothes, with a rattle and Rinoa off to the side, holding her up. She then passed it to J.L.

OOC: Did you mean an actual Pic?

J.L. smiled. "Ahhhh...that's so cute."

{OOC: Not necessarily, but if you have one, that would be cool. :)}

The Field Marshal Hector Bison commander of the Death Korps had finally arrived. He looked around and waited for the pleasantries to start up as usually when an event like this took place. The Field Marshal was only here to find out ways to combat communist at home and that was it.

J.L. smiled. "Ahhhh...that's so cute."

{OOC: Not necessarily, but if you have one, that would be cool. :)}

Rinoa said, "I know.....Jake loves her, and gives her piggyback rides often. He hates feeding her though-Amelia likes messing with him, as all babies do, and he often ends up with a face full of baby food."

The Generalissimo saluted the newly arrived guest. "Ah, Marshal Bison, welcome. Please, make yourself comfortable. The meeting shall begin as soon as the others arrive. In the meantime, would you like a drink?"

Nearby, the waiter stood attentively, pen poised, ready to take Bison's order.

Rinoa said, "I know.....Jake loves her, and gives her piggyback rides often. He hates feeding her though-Amelia likes messing with him, as all babies do, and he often ends up with a face full of baby food."

"Does she ever bash Shoobans with her rattle? Many children in RB do."

The Field Marshal Bison replies, "Just a glass of water for my self. I need to have my wits about me during the meeting."

"Does she ever bash Shoobans with her rattle? Many children in RB do."

Rinoa said, sadly, "Alas, no. We have no Shoobans there in the States....and pictures of Shoobans don't inspire her to do the same. A shame really, Shoobans are such filthy things Dad, and I have to teach her that."

The waiter returned with a tall, thick, ice-cold glass of fresh water for Bison.

J.L. said, "Strange. Most babies cry or scream when they see a photo of a Shooban. If they see one face-to-face, they tend to start throwing toys."

The Field Marshal smiles and saids, "Thank you." after words he starts to drink.

The waiter bowed his head, humbled. "It is my pleasure, sir," he said.

The waiter returned with a tall, thick, ice-cold glass of fresh water for Bison.

J.L. said, "Strange. Most babies cry or scream when they see a photo of a Shooban. If they see one face-to-face, they tend to start throwing toys."

Rinoa then said, amazed: "So that explains the crying fits! I try and get her to hit the photo, but then she refuses, and turns away...and I thought she cared about the things! I must be getting somewhere."

J.L. nodded. "I knew my darling granddaughter hated those things. You'd have to be inhuman not to."

J.L. nodded. "I knew my darling granddaughter hated those things. You'd have to be inhuman not to."

Rinoa then sighed with relief, chuckled, and then went: "Whew! Thanks, Daddy. I might need some water, though."

She then flagged down a waiter and said, "A glass of water, please."

The Field Marshal finished his drink and said to the nearest waiter, "I would like another glass of water please."

The waiter returned with a glass almost immediately, realizing how important she was. "Here you are, Rinoa."

J.L. gripped the waiter's throat. "That's LADY Rinoa, you stupid shit! I ought to feed you to the Shoobans!' He increased the pressure, causing the waiter's face to turn crimson as his eyes bulged, his tongue plopped out, and all the breath escaped him. When J.L. finally released, the waiter was gasping and wheezing, barely alive.

"Now, apologize to her."

The waiter gasped, "s-s-s-s...uhhh..."

J.L. sighed. "To quote Shah Khosru, 'die happily, worm.'"

He thrust his foot into the waiter's vertebrae, shattering it and killing him instantly.

Turning back to Rinoa, he gave her an endearing, radiant, innocent smile. "Now...where were we?"

As the waiter was dead, J.L. had to summon another one. The waiter returned shortly afterwards, with more water. He handed Bison the glass.

The Field Marshal Hector Bison smiled when his glass finally came. He was getting really thirsty. The sight of the sudden death of the waiter did not surpise him to much.

The waiter returned with a glass almost immediately, realizing how important she was. "Here you are, Rinoa."

J.L. gripped the waiter's throat. "That's LADY Rinoa, you stupid shit! I ought to feed you to the Shoobans!' He increased the pressure, causing the waiter's face to turn crimson as his eyes bulged, his tongue plopped out, and all the breath escaped him. When J.L. finally released, the waiter was gasping and wheezing, barely alive.

"Now, apologize to her."

The waiter gasped, "s-s-s-s...uhhh..."

J.L. sighed. "To quote Shah Khosru, 'die happily, worm.'"

He thrust his foot into the waiter's vertebrae, shattering it and killing him instantly.

Turning back to Rinoa, he gave her an endearing, radiant, innocent smile. "Now...where were we?"

Rinoa said, looking at J,L and the body, "Wow, Daddy. I've gotta say, you've still got it in you."

She then smiled, and said, looking at J.L.: "Thanks."

She liked how her Dad, like others, would defend her daughter's honor--even if it did entail some brutality. She then drank from her glass.

General Adolph McKnight (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/McKnight.jpg) and Colonel Bruce Ridilla (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Ridilla.jpg) were the next to arrive in the conference room. The General was wearing his military type uniform (The thing he is wearing the picture) with his rank and medals on it. Now for the top gun pilot, the Colonel was wearing a red and black leathers. Ones that motorcycle rider would wear on Yamaha R1 or a Ninja. Both of them were unarmed and know that the Count would destroy any people or nation that harmed them.

Munoz stood up and bowed slightly to the new arrivals.

"Welcome, fellow members."

Both men bowed their heads to the man that greeted them before find two seats.

The Field Marshal Bison looked towards the new arrivals and then after a quick glance, He turns and starts finishing off his glass of water without a second look.

The Generalissimo kissed Rinoa's cheek. "My pleasure, darling."

When he saw the newly arrived Transylvanian guests he stood, vigorously shook their hands, and said, with a welcoming smile, "Generalissimo J.L., at your service. It is an honor to see you both."

OOC: Crap, I always forget about these things, then I enter when it's too late. Could we just pretend Titus arrived there already?

OOC: Crap, I always forget about these things, then I enter when it's too late. Could we just pretend Titus arrived there already?

{OOC: Don't worry, some of the other guests haven't arrived yet, either. We can pretend he's already there.}

When he saw the newly arrived Transylvanian guests he stood, vigorously shook their hands, and said, with a welcoming smile, "Generalissimo J.L., at your service. It is an honor to see you both."

“Well...thanks for having us.” said the General. This one General control the most dangerous force in the whole Dominion not counting the special ops soldiers. But the man next to him, Colonel Bruce Ridilla, had control of a six men team of the best fighter pilots in the Dominion.

“Colonel Ridilla and his unit are being station at our bases in RB.” said the General. “That adds more top pilots in your skies, J.L.”

Lord Protector York (http://www.absoluteanime.com/fullmetal_alchemist/_mustang.jpg) was the next one to arrive. He entered the room and went straight for the host, Generalissmio J.L. As he appoarched he noticed the dead waiter on the floor, a young lady, and the Generalissmio himself.

"Excuse me, Generalissmio. I am Franco York, Lord Protector of Jagada," he stated, "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."

Before J.L. could reply York glanced down at the floor at the dead waiter, "Let me know if I begin to anger you."

“Well...thanks for having us.” said the General. This one General control the most dangerous force in the whole Dominion not counting the special ops soldiers. But the man next to him, Colonel Bruce Ridilla, had control of a six men team of the best fighter pilots in the Dominion.

“Colonel Ridilla and his unit are being station at our bases in RB.” said the General. “That adds more top pilots in your skies, J.L.”

Deeply humbled, the Generalissimo bowed gracefully. "I am truly honored, gentlemen," he said.

Lord Protector York (http://www.absoluteanime.com/fullmetal_alchemist/_mustang.jpg) was the next one to arrive. He entered the room and went straight for the host, Generalissmio J.L. As he appoarched he noticed the dead waiter on the floor, a young lady, and the Generalissmio himself.

"Excuse me, Generalissmio. I am Franco York, Lord Protector of Jagada," he stated, "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."

Before J.L. could reply York glanced down at the floor at the dead waiter, "Let me know if I begin to anger you."

The Generalissimo chuckled, and shook his hand. "Not to worry, Lord York, I highly doubt you'll anger me. Even if you did, I wouldn't so much as lay a finger on a distinguished guest such as yourself. Anyway, I am honored to meet you. Please, make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, my waiters will be only too happy to serve you."

Suddenly the sound of bugles could be heard.

A distinguished looking dude with plumage and feathers came in and said "All hail President-for-Life Colonel Moibuto "Scotty Doc" Musonga!"

Surrounded by big, tough bodyguards with guns, Scotty Doc came in, smiling. He had 14 of his 7500 concubnies with him. "Sup everyone," he said. "Lets get down to business lets discuss how to defeat the Marxism threat."


This is Scotty Doc (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3d/Mobutu.jpg)

The Generalissimo stood, and shook Colonel Musonga's hand. "Hello, er...may I call you Mr. President, Scotty Doc, or...?"

Scotty Doc grinned, "Hell you can call me whatever you want J.L. we're allies. But since you're a friend I'd prefer you call me Scotty Doc all my friends do. Oh and my country has lots and lots of minerals and shit so I brought something for y'all." He handed everyone about a billion dollars worth of gold and diamonds and stuff. "Ejnoy."

Scotty Doc grinned, "Hell you can call me whatever you want J.L. we're allies. But since you're a friend I'd prefer you call me Scotty Doc all my friends do. Oh and my country has lots and lots of minerals and shit so I brought something for y'all." He handed everyone about a billion dollars worth of gold and diamonds and stuff. "Ejnoy."

Rinoa sifted through the diamonds and gold, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Musonga, for your very generous gift." She then put on a necklace she found in the pile, and said, "Not bad...."

She then turned to the Transylvanians and said, "General McKnight, Colonel Ridilla, I would like thank your nation once again for helping us put America back together from the selfish men who would keep it in anarchy."

Generalissimo J.L. unveiled a world map. "I would like to heed Scotty Doc's words, and get down to business. Now...how shall we confront the Marxist scourge? Which nation should we target first? I suggest Beth Gellert or the U.S.S.R."

Deeply humbled, the Generalissimo bowed gracefully. "I am truly honored, gentlemen," he said.

“Any thing you need from me or my unit, J.L.” said Colonel Ridilla. “Just give me a call at the base. We will bomb the hell out of wherever you need.”

She then turned to the Transylvanians and said, "General McKnight, Colonel Ridilla, I would like thank your nation once again for helping us put America back together from the selfish men who would keep it in anarchy."

“Well…you will have to thank your ‘Uncle’ JWolf for that, Lady Rinoa.” said General McKnight. “None of my Blood Wolves are in the states. So, I have nothing to do with anything over there.”

“There are no Dominion planes there, so we can't take credit for anything.” added Colonel Ridilla.

The Generalissimo chuckled, and shook his hand. "Not to worry, Lord York, I highly doubt you'll anger me. Even if you did, I wouldn't so much as lay a finger on a distinguished guest such as yourself. Anyway, I am honored to meet you. Please, make yourself comfortable. If you need anything, my waiters will be only too happy to serve you."

Bowing his head slightly and took a few steps back, and then went to a table. He sat down and ordered a glass of soda. That was sure to raise and eyebrow or two, but York had never enjoyed the taste of alchohol or wine, and even found it hard to drink during the Lord's Supper. Nonetheless once his drink was brought he thanked the waiter and sat back as J.L spoke.

Generalissimo J.L. unveiled a world map. "I would like to heed Scotty Doc's words, and get down to business. Now...how shall we confront the Marxist scourge? Which nation should we target first? I suggest Beth Gellert or the U.S.S.R."

York sat quiet for a moment, allowing others to speak, when no one spoke he decided to.

"Well, considering the recent RBNNN report regarding Beth Gellert. Prehaps that nation would be good. The people of the world watch RBNNN, weather they live in dictatorships or democracies. All know of how horrid the living conditions are in Beth Gellert. An attack and dismantling of the Marxist regime there would not only bring one of the most evil Stalinist nations down ushering in an era of hope for those people. It would also be a great propaganda hit. It would show that the World Anti-Communist League means business," stated York.

“Any thing you need from me or my unit, J.L.” said Colonel Ridilla. “Just give me a call at the base. We will bomb the hell out of wherever you need.”

J.L. smiled. "I appreciate that, Colonel. Thank you very much. Likewise, if ever your nation is in need of aid, I will only be too happy to oblige."

Generalissimo J.L. unveiled a world map. "I would like to heed Scotty Doc's words, and get down to business. Now...how shall we confront the Marxist scourge? Which nation should we target first? I suggest Beth Gellert or the U.S.S.R."
Munoz spoke again.

"I wouwld have to vouch for Beth-Gellert...some sort of a preemptive strike to encourage the oppressed populace to rise up, seeing the tyrannical rule that exists there."

York sat quiet for a moment, allowing others to speak, when no one spoke he decided to.

"Well, considering the recent RBNNN report regarding Beth Gellert. Prehaps that nation would be good. The people of the world watch RBNNN, weather they live in dictatorships or democracies. All know of how horrid the living conditions are in Beth Gellert. An attack and dismantling of the Marxist regime there would not only bring one of the most evil Stalinist nations down ushering in an era of hope for those people. It would also be a great propaganda hit. It would show that the World Anti-Communist League means business," stated York.

"Excellent idea, Lord York," the Generalissimo said, greatly pleased, and he raised his glass to toast him. "May communism crumble, and may the WACL emerge triumphant!"

"Excellent idea, Lord York," the Generalissimo said, greatly pleased, and he raised his glass to toast him. "May communism crumble, and may the WACL emerge triumphant!"
"To the Death of Communism!"

Munoz raised to the toast.

Munoz spoke again.

"I wouwld have to vouch for Beth-Gellert...some sort of a preemptive strike to encourage the oppressed populace to rise up, seeing the tyrannical rule that exists there."

The Generalissimo's gleeful smile widened further. "Indeed. Rather than having us do all the work, we can goad the oppressed masses of that gangster state to rise and assist us. An excellent suggestion, sir."

Lord York smiled, and raised his glass, "To the end of Communism" he exclaimed, assuming others would say similar things. Taking a drink, he knew something great had happened--he'd increased his popularity with J.L.

"To the Death of Communism!"

Munoz raised to the toast.

The Generalissimo clinked glasses with Munoz. "Indeed. Cheers, my friend!"

Lord York smiled, and raised his glass, "To the end of Communism" he exclaimed, assuming others would say similar things. Taking a drink, he knew something great had happened--he'd increased his popularity with J.L.

The Generalissimo clinked his glass against Lord York's. "Amen," he said, beaming proudly.

The Generalissimo clinked his glass against Lord York's. "Amen," he said, beaming proudly.

Chuckling York bowed his head to J.L's 'Amen', in agreement. He then looked at the world map, "So then, shall we begin the bombing? Or would all of you gentlement prefer a Coalition Force under one nations guidence?"

Chuckling York bowed his head to J.L's 'Amen', in agreement. He then looked at the world map, "So then, shall we begin the bombing? Or would all of you gentlement prefer a Coalition Force under one nations guidence?"

"The sooner the better we kill them," claimed Munoz, "I'm also growing wary of the situation in Union-Canada that is developing...the communist dogs are trying to bring another into their fold."

"Both are pressing matters, I agree," the Generalissimo said. "I would prefer we take care of the Union Canada situation first, as it seems not only easier, but more urgent. After that, we can all mobilize our forces into a formidable coalition and launch a full-fledged assault on Beth Gellert."

"Both are pressing matters, I agree," the Generalissimo said. "I would prefer we take care of the Union Canada situation first, as it seems not only easier, but more urgent. After that, we can all mobilize our forces into a formidable coalition and launch a full-fledged assault on Beth Gellert."
"I am in full agreement, as more communist nations flock to defend the upstart Union-Canada."

The Field Marshal Bison looked the map over, for a few seconds of looking he sits back down and takes another gulp of water.

The Generalissimo uncapped a red permanent marker, and carefully drew circles around Beth Gellert and Union-Canada. "So, it's agreed that these are our two prime targets. Let us have a vote to decide which target to strike first."

York smirked, Jagada wouldn't be able to provide much due to various other conflicts. He raised his hand, "I vote for terminating Union-Canada, first".

J.L. nodded. "Thank you. I second that."

Rinoa said to J.L., "Well Dad, the Reunited States and its allies in the CES are monitoring the situation in both Beth Gellert and Union Canada...UC should be taken out first. Beth Gellert is a more formidable and established force, and to take them on would require a long effort that may distract our collective energies from other tasks.

Union Canada, on the other hand, is making an incredible amount of mistakes, and the way things are looking, they are surely heading for economic trouble that may bring instability into other regions-fertile breeding grounds for Marxism and Red Socialism, as well as all sorts of terrorist elements. We must act now, and restore capitalism before it is too late."

The Generalissimo nodded attentively, and scribbled notes into his pad. So far, it was 3 for Union-Canada, none for Beth Gellert.

The Shah of Parthia emerged from the shadows he had been lurking in, walking out and speaking, "I will provide any necessary support to further the endeavor of conquering a nation the WACL decides to attack."

The Generalissimo said, "Ah, Shah Khosru, welcome, my friend. Long time no see." He gave his old friend a firm, powerful handshake. "One of our targets of opportunity is Beth Gellert, a nation I know you hold in low regard."

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OOC: Damn it, it happened again. >_>

Field Marshal Bison saids, "Well, Since Union-Canada would be an easier target and also do to the fact Grand National Union's military is currently fighting off Novacom's invasion. My vote would be for striking Union-Canada."

Titus shot a side ways glance at Lady Rinoa, almost shielding his eyes from the intense glittering Scotty Doc's diamonds she was clad in. He cleared his throat.

"I have already put my Defense Minister on alert, due to the growing conflict in UC. I was planning on attacking them before this meeting, but I'm glad that some WACL members are in the same frame of mind. I vote for UC. I ask this, though. Do we plan to colonize the county, or just restore capitalism and send Union Canada on it's way?"

J.L. smiled. "So, it seems almost everyone is in favor." He turned to Emperor Titus. "I am not sure whether we should colonize or not. I believe we should do so, but subtly. We should replace the current UC regime with a pro-WACL one willing to do our bidding, while maintaining the appearance of an independent regime. If we're too obvious, the leftists can smear us with the 'colonialist' and 'fascist' labels, and alienate much of the world against us."

Field Marshal Bison asks, "So, you want to establish a puppet government in Union-Canada?"

J.L. smiled. "So, it seems almost everyone is in favor." He turned to Emperor Titus. "I am not sure whether we should colonize or not. I believe we should do so, but subtly. We should replace the current UC regime with a pro-WACL one willing to do our bidding, while maintaining the appearance of an independent regime. If we're too obvious, the leftists can smear us with the 'colonialist' and 'fascist' labels, and alienate much of the world against us."

Titus leaned back, satisfied. He stroked his chin, however, and shifted in his seat. "How much support does this Union Canada have? And Beth Gellert? There are more nations against UC than for it, but there were still a fair few that rose in it's defense."

Field Marshal Bison asks, "So, you want to establish a puppet government in Union-Canada?"

Shiftin again, Titus turned to Field Marshall Bison. "That is probably the safest thing to do. Methinks that if we just established a capitalist government and then went on our way, some sort of Red uprising would occur, and we're right back at square one."

Field Marshal Bison smiled and replied, "You have a point communists are like cockroaches kill one and ten more take their place."

J.L. chuckled. "That's as good a description of communists as any. But back to the question, I believe UC will be a fairly easy target. Few nations support it, and of those who do, almost none pose a legitimate threat. But Beth Gellert...well, we'll have to do some more research on that one."

J.L. smiled. "I appreciate that, Colonel. Thank you very much. Likewise, if ever your nation is in need of aid, I will only be too happy to oblige."

“I will give that statement to the Count.” said the Colonel. After that he and McKnight head to get some drinks, a Jack and Coke for the Colonel and a glass of milk for the General. They toasted to the death of the red dogs.

“Union Canada is small threat to the Dominion.” started the General. “It would take about half of our nations to take out their government and put in new government of our liking. Plus, they are other nations that see UC as a threat. So, there will be added help.”

“Add our votes for UC.” added the General.

"There is one more threat," said Titus, grinning slightly. "MelekTaus, of whom the United Empire knows little about, has apparently turned to a communist-based government. I leaned of it just before I left Comatica. It is called 'Imperial Socialism.' Basically, a left-wing version of imperialism. They follow Red ideals, but their military doctrination is that of imperialism. This could be very dangerous. I'm all in favor of eliminating the communist government in Union Canada first, but I believe MelekTaus should receive our attention afterwards."

The Generalissimo nodded. "MelekTaus should be high on our agenda, I agree. In the meantime, I'm quite hungry. Would anyone like something to eat?"

Titus let a smile split his face. He had not said anything, but he was, actually, very hungry. "Thank you, J.L. I believe I'll join you in dinner. It seems like we've gotten many things accomplished so far."

"Food" said the Colonel, his eyes grew wide. "I'll order me two pound steak with everything."

"Something spicy for me." said the General.

Lord Protector York smiled as he heard about food, he wondered what the Roach-Busters people ate--hopefully nothing that could live in radiation (cockroaches). He gulped down his last bit of soda, "Yes, I would also like something spicy, very spicy. Also a refill would be nice."

He then looked at the other gentlemen, "Why I doubt we will require a great deal of force to overthrow the Union-Canada government. I must make it known to all of you that I cannot give a lot of troops to this cause. I am currently assisting Rithman-Naar against the Jenrakians. This is taking a great deal of my offensive capabilites to achieve. Millions of men actually. I can provide maybe a corps, but thats about it. My apologies."

The Generalissimo nodded. "MelekTaus should be high on our agenda, I agree. In the meantime, I'm quite hungry. Would anyone like something to eat?"

Rinoa said, raising a finger: "I have a hankering for Thai food....would it be possible to bring in a plate of Pad Thai noodles, and make them really, really spicy?"

Lord Protector York smiled as he heard about food, he wondered what the Roach-Busters people ate--hopefully nothing that could live in radiation (cockroaches). He gulped down his last bit of soda, "Yes, I would also like something spicy, very spicy. Also a refill would be nice."

He then looked at the other gentlemen, "Why I doubt we will require a great deal of force to overthrow the Union-Canada government. I must make it known to all of you that I cannot give a lot of troops to this cause. I am currently assisting Rithman-Naar against the Jenrakians. This is taking a great deal of my offensive capabilites to achieve. Millions of men actually. I can provide maybe a corps, but thats about it. My apologies."

"It's all right, York," said Titus, speaking the first words he had said to Lord Protector York all evening. "Any help you give will be appreciated. None of us want you to spread your military forces too thin." Titus straightened up, adjusting his tie and taking a glance at his watch. "If possible, I'd like some sort of club sandwich, with as much meat on it as you can put on it. Also, a glass or two of white wine would be appreciated." Pushing his stringy blonde hair from his eyes, he removed his sports coat and pulled it over the back of his chair.

Both the General and the Colonel looked over at Lord Protector York when he said ‘Jenrakian.’ The Colonel whispered in the General. “What is that about?” he asked. “Jenrak is our allies. They would have asked for help.”

“I will get in touch with Prince Edward after this and see what is up.” said the General.

Field Marshal Bison at the mentioning of food said, "Mmm.. dinner all ready?"

The waiter wrote down everyone's orders, and left for the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, he returned with everyone's food.

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The waiter had brought back the food. The dish set before Lord Protector York was rather delicious looking. It was basically spicy chicken with a side of rice. He gave a small prayer, for not just his food but the others as well. Then began to chow down into the food. After taking a few bits he looked up at the Generalissmio.

"You've got a lot of good cheifs J.L," stated York raising his glass as a symbolic praise. He didn't worry weather the food was posioned on or, if it was well then by this point it was too late to save himself so he might as well just enjoy the food, not to mention he had divine blessings upon his food.

Both the General and the Colonel started eating their meals. “Yes, J.L., your chef did good.” said the Colonel. “Damn good.”

The Generalissimo, too, began eating. His meal was fettuccine alfredo garnished with grated parmesan and romano cheese, with shrimp, mussels, and chunks of lobster and crab meat. With it, he had Caeser salad, garlic toast, and a tall, ice-cold glass of 1919 root beer. "So, how is the food, everyone? I hope it's to your liking?"

The Field Marshal Bison was eating his favorite meal steak and lobster. The Field Marshal after sufficently tasting his meal said, "Wow, This is the best steak and lobster, I have ever eaten." after exclaiming that he tasted his wine.

After finishing his meal he wipes his mouth and looks over a J.L, "Generalissmio, sir, you're an absolute capitalist, no? So then, how much will it cost for me to buy a few of these cheifs from you?"

After finishing his meal he wipes his mouth and looks over a J.L, "Generalissmio, sir, you're an absolute capitalist, no? So then, how much will it cost for me to buy a few of these cheifs from you?"

"Well, I can have them train some chefs from your nation," J.L. suggested.

(OOC)

Roach Busters:

Kravanian troops have JUST landed on Lone Alliance soil, lets get this invasion moving.

(OOC)

Roach Busters:

Kravanian troops have JUST landed on Lone Alliance soil, lets get this invasion moving.

{OOC: Sure thing.

Let's kick some ass!}

Titus devoured his club BLT in 4 minutes flat, almost laughing at how delicious it had been. I wish my Palace chefs could cook like that, he thought, delicately but quickly finishing off his soft, yet crunchy french fries slightly smattered with several spices, which had a precise balance of sweet, salty, and sour tastes, which made him almost laugh again. "J.L," he said, leaning towards the Generalissimo. "It's not often that I eat a food so incredible it makes me as giddy as a schoolgirl." Titus then realized just how loud he had said that, and recoiled into his own space again.

The Generalissimo smiled. "I'm pleased you all enjoy it so much," he said. "If you wish, I can send some of my chefs to your nations to educate your citizens in culinary arts."

The Generalissimo, too, began eating. His meal was fettuccine alfredo garnished with grated parmesan and romano cheese, with shrimp, mussels, and chunks of lobster and crab meat. With it, he had Caeser salad, garlic toast, and a tall, ice-cold glass of 1919 root beer. "So, how is the food, everyone? I hope it's to your liking?"

Rinoa said, "Good as ever. An absolutely spicy yet delightful Pad Thai, worthy of God himself."

"Damn fine job your chefs have done, Generalissimo," Munoz commented after a long silence from him. "my congratulations to them."

With undisguised glee and gratitude, the Generalissimo gave a slight bow and said, "Thank you, everyone. Thank you."

The Generalissimo smiled. "I'm pleased you all enjoy it so much," he said. "If you wish, I can send some of my chefs to your nations to educate your citizens in culinary arts."

"I would love that," Titus said, also smiling.

"Excellent. I'll send some immediately."

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"Excellent. I'll send some immediately."

Rinoa said, "Ooh! Hey Daddy, I was thinkin perhaps, the White House could use some of your chefs as well. We have a cooking staff, but they just can't match the meals I get here, y'know? Perhaps some of Roach-Busters' finest can bring them up to speed."

The Generalissimo smiled, and kissed her cheek. "It would be my pleasure, darling."

The Generalissimo smiled, and kissed her cheek. "It would be my pleasure, darling."

Giggling, Rinoa said, giving J.L. an affectionate (but not sappy) hug, "Thanks! You're the best!"

She then said, "What could I do to repay you?"

He smiled. "Your gratitude is thanks enough."

“Oh, J.L., you two are so cute looking together.” came a voice from the door. A voice that J.L., Rinoa, and the Dominion military officers would know. The voice came from a dark looking man at the doorway, one that was wearing a black duster and cowboy hat. “So…what going on?” asked the Count.

York litterally turned around in his seat and looked at the Count as he walked in. He'd heared rumors of coarse about him being a able to control metallic things--and him being a vampire, but that wasn't nessecarily 'rumors' so much as public fact. Prehaps he should solidify some kind of alliance with the Count--something beyond the Anti-Communist League. Then again, he wasn't sure if vampires were naturally aggressive, and if he was right there probably wouldn't be a second chance.

The Generalissimo was elated, his eyes alight in extreme excitement. He rushed over to shake the Count's hand. "Count JWolf!" he said, in delight. "How have you been, old friend? So glad you could make it!"

The Generalissimo was elated, his eyes alight in extreme excitement. He rushed over to shake the Count's hand. "Count JWolf!" he said, in delight. "How have you been, old friend? So glad you could make it!"

Rinoa got up and beaming, said, "Count! It is good to see you! I cannot thank you enough for helping us out."

The Generalissimo was elated, his eyes alight in extreme excitement. He rushed over to shake the Count's hand. "Count JWolf!" he said, in delight. "How have you been, old friend? So glad you could make it!"

“I’m fine, young man.“ said the Count then started laughing at what he said. He did look younger then J.L. but he was not the younger of the two. “NYC was boring me a little.” said the Count. “Need to get the hell out of there. I got what I want before I left. Trump Tower is in my control with the whole bloody UN Plaza, too.”

Rinoa ran up to him, he hugged her. A hug that a caring uncle would give. “Anything for you." he said.

General McKnight and Colonel Ridilla both saluted the Count then went back to their meals. Under the table, Colonel Ridilla was using his PDA to talk with the Prince of Ice, Edward Darkholme, about the war in Jenrak.

OOC@Jagada: The Count is not going to be there that long. So, you will have to do something.

The Generalissimo asked, "Would you like something to eat or drink?"

“Nope, I had a Jack and blood on the plane.” said the Count. “Thanks anyways.”

"No problem. So...what should we do?"

“First, you could tell me who are all of these people are.” said the Count. “I only know four of y’all. I need to know my allies, J.L.”

Field Marshal Bison gulped down his wine when he saw the Count himself walk in. The rumors of Count JWolf were infamous throughout the world and the Field Marshal decided to just keep drinking and avoid attracting unwanted attention...

The Generalissimo introduced the Count to everyone, and vice versa. "So, what shall our course of action be?"

“Ain’t that already planned?” asked the Count. Hell, he was not there but he did have ears there to sent him info about the meeting.

"Yes, but when should we attack? And should we intervene directly, or covertly?"

"Yes, but when should we attack? And should we intervene directly, or covertly?"
"Since the war against Union Canada has already begun," Munoz spoke up, "we can probaly leave that issue to take it's own course. Though with so many powerful nations in our midst, I suggest it is time to start flexing our military muscles against some of the more influential communist and socialist nations."

The Generalissimo nodded. "A fine suggestion. So...which nation should have the 'honor' of being our first vic- er, subject?"

“Attack and give everybody what they want.” said the Count. “Everybody already thinks this alliance is a front for us to gain more lands and be warmongers. But we all know that is not right.” JWolf walked around the room, almost as he was a general or somebody that had control over the people there.

“We send people into our target nations and do thing a quietly. We do not have to flex our military muscles. Hell, they are really know what our military muscles looks like.” he said.

“We send in special ops members to plant the seeds into the communist and socialist nations’ people’s heads.” The Count stopped and waited to hear what his allies would say.

York sat back and thought as the other conversed. Covertly it would seem publically to be the people 'wanting' to be in a free-market society and wanting to overthrow Communism and Socialism. A much easier transaction if a popular revolution occurs. York then heard Count JWolf and gave his own two cents,

"Covetly has its benefits, but also is lacking in certain areas. Covertly if we sparked a free-market rebellion and then jump in to help a popular revolution it will make use look like heros, giving the WACL a more 'light-side' look. Also after everything settles down if a popular revolt occurs then it will make sure that counter-revolutionaries have a much harder time," said York before looking down, "Then again, it if we do so covertly, then the WACL may look like a joke. The WACL needs to become a sort of 'power' that can influence the world without having to take action. While we all may be dedicated and willing to send millions of our own to Judgement to stamp our Communism and Socialism, it would be better if we could simply threaten intervention and put down a socialist revolt that way. Then again, in our world, that may not always work."

[OOC: JWolf, I'll catch your guy has he leaves, more realistic. If for some reason I can't or don't, then I'll just send a message to arrange for a meeting--if thats alright with you.]

The Generalissimo listened attentively. He was well pleased with the Count's world-class strategic mind. He eagerly jotted down notes.

"I actually must agree on the Count's position on the matter," Munoz commented, "except that we must launch it on a grand scale. Persuade many, the masses as a whole, to see the benefits of our ways, and show the glory of our nation to the piddling masses of poor in the communist-controlled factions."

The Count listened to both Mr. York and Mr. Munoz and at the same time, he was freaking out a Shooban looking through the window at the meeting. Showing his fangs at him and other things. Then the Shooban took off like a bat out of hell, yelling like a sick goose.

“I see your point, Mr. York.” said the Count. “But I see it in another way.” He turned around to face the members of the WACL. “The WACL could become saviors in the eyes of the public because they would never know about how started the revolution. After the seeds have been planned and they grow into the revolution, we send our military to join sides with the revolutionaries.”

@Jagada: Sure, York can stop him before he leaves.

"Wise suggestions, gentlemen," the Generalissimo said. "So, shall we have our top military minds convene soon to discuss this further?"


{OOC: Then the Shooban took off like a bat out of hell, yelling like a sick goose.

lmao :D

"Yes, I agree," stated York.

“Not until we have placed the seeds, J.L.” said the Count. “We need to plan that before we get the main military into this. Special ops is what we need to plan.”

“So…the question is should we have a hand picked team of all of nation’s best special ops members go in?” asked the Count. “Or should we send in our own teams? Meaning we will have more men on the ground then having one team.”

OOC: Knew you would like that, RB.

"I'm not sure. What would you suggest?"

"Personally, the more we have go in, the higher the likelihood that some or discovered. With only the best at the profession in to do their duty, the chance of discovery is relatively low while the chance for success is greatly higher."

“Not until we have placed the seeds, J.L.” said the Count. “We need to plan that before we get the main military into this. Special ops is what we need to plan.”

“So…the question is should we have a hand picked team of all of nation’s best special ops members go in?” asked the Count. “Or should we send in our own teams? Meaning we will have more men on the ground then having one team.”

OOC: Knew you would like that, RB.

Rinoa said, smiling, "Y'know, I know a few people that could help out with that.....like Linda Stuart, or one of Mrs. Moua's men."

"Ah, yes, Kimiko," J.L. said, smiling. "We could have some RALMers pull this off. They'll succeed beautifully."

"Ah, yes, Kimiko," J.L. said, smiling. "We could have some RALMers pull this off. They'll succeed beautifully."

Rinoa said, "My thoughts exactly. Jake speaks well of them, he says without their help, he would never have gotten into office, or helped spread Enlightened Democracy to Central Africa. And, Mrs. Moua has connections."

"Ah, yes, Kimiko," J.L. said, smiling. "We could have some RALMers pull this off. They'll succeed beautifully."

Titus fumed audibly. "As long as they don't so much as touch my special ops men."

Titus fumed audibly. "As long as they don't so much as touch my special ops men."

Rinoa chuckled, saying, "Oh come off it, like Auntie said, 'We're just that much better. They only got us once.'"

She then leaned back and said, "But enough of that-we're technically both J.L.'s friends now, we can be paranoid later. I'll stop now, before I ruin the mood."

"Enlightened democracy?" J.L. echoed. "What is that?"

“Yes, the RALMers pull this off without links to any of our nations.” said the Count with smile. “Well, they have links to the RSA.” He smiled at Rinoa.

He heard something heading towards him fast, not a person but something small. The sound of glass breaking felling the room a second later. He spun and stopped an arrow with his right hand before it entered his head. The arrow tip was less then an inch from his face. Damn, that is what he gets for standing by the window. Scanning out the window, he began to laugh.

“How in the hell did that Shooban get a compound bow?” he asked. Before the Shooban could do anything else, he dropped to the ground. Somebody killed him, not the Count. Maybe one of J.L.’s snipers.

In the corner of the room, they saw Christine, a peculiarly mischievous smile on her face, holding a smoking gun. She blew the smoke, twirled the gun in her hand, and put it back in the holster. "Bullseye," she said.

"Good aim, Christine." said the Count as he twisted the arrow in his hands. This thing would have hit right in the head, if he did not stop it. He looked at the arrow head. "Silver." he said in low tone. “Somebody told the Shooban to do that. Somebody gave the animal the weaponry to try and kill me.”

"Punish the Shoobans," mentioned Munoz, "scare them against such actions, I say, it always works, scare tactics."

York's eyebrow arched as he head the word silver, even though the Count said it low, York had very good hearing, due in part to five assassiantion attempts on him during the Fanatical Civil War by Fanatics, it caused his hearing to spike at even the most humble of sounds.

"Silver?" said York aloud. He then turned to the Generalissmio, "Are you sure this is the most protected place in Roach-Busters?"

“Maybe the Shooban stole from J.L.’s private arsenal.” said the Count, turning around and walked away from the window. “But why would a good friend of vampire keep silver tipped arrows?” He spun the around until something look familiar to him.

“Ash, when will you learn. You can’t kill me.” he said out loud before throwing the arrow out the window and into a passing Shooban’s head. “Fucking vampire hunters will try everything.”

"Silver?" said York aloud. He then turned to the Generalissmio, "Are you sure this is the most protected place in Roach-Busters?"

"Absolutely," the Generalissimo said.

"Enlightened democracy?" J.L. echoed. "What is that?"

Rinoa said, "Oh, just a little update of Thomas Jefferson Jake made up. Basically, it says that the people should elect enlightened rulers who will make the best decisions on their behalf when it comes to matters of government, and obey them for the best. In turn, these rulers are obligated to provide for the people. Of course, it's a bit more complicated than that. It does translate into a pretty good system, though we have been called Orwellian in the past."

Rinoa said, "Oh, just a little update of Thomas Jefferson Jake made up. Basically, it says that the people should elect enlightened rulers who will make the best decisions on their behalf when it comes to matters of government, and obey them for the best. In turn, these rulers are obligated to provide for the people. Of course, it's a bit more complicated than that. It does translate into a pretty good system, though we have been called Orwellian in the past."

The Generalissimo frowned just slightly, not perturbed but a bit perplexed. "I see," he said, stroking his chin contemplatively. "It sounds interesting enough, I suppose, but I am weary of anything with the word 'democracy' in it." He beamed proudly, and patted her back. "Although, if my son-in-law devised it, I am sure it is one hell of a system." He chuckled amiably.

The Generalissimo frowned just slightly, not perturbed but a bit perplexed. "I see," he said, stroking his chin contemplatively. "It sounds interesting enough, I suppose, but I am weary of anything with the word 'democracy' in it." He beamed proudly, and patted her back. "Although, if my son-in-law devised it, I am sure it is one hell of a system." He chuckled amiably.

Rinoa said, smiling, "Well, if it's anything, it tips the scales in the favor of the government-only those we say are qualified can run, and Jake was able to pass the National Defense Act, among other things. And besides, we keep the people quiet with nice benefits, paintball, and a very efficent secret police service."

The Generalissimo smiled. "Secret police, eh? I'm proud of you kids." He kissed her cheek.

{OOC: I'm considering starting a WACL region. Would anyone like to join?}

[OOC: Sure, but only if everyone joins. What I mean is I don't like putting my main nation in a region only to learn I'm sharing it with the "Imperial Colony of Roach-Busters, ect, ect".]

{OOC: I'm considering starting a WACL region. Would anyone like to join?}
OOC: I already run my own region in the name of capitalism (Allied Guardians) so I don't think I would be able to join, but if you wish I'll make you an ally of us.

{OOC: If someone is unable to join (or doesn't want to leave their region), you can send a puppet in your place.}

{OOC: If someone is unable to join (or doesn't want to leave their region), you can send a puppet in your place.}
OOC: Sounds good...I'll set up one as a colony or something.

OOC: Don’t do the puppet thing and don’t want to leave the VK.

[OOC: Fine, fine. I'll do the puppet thing too and send one.]

OOC: made a puppet called "Finasia" who I'll send.

{OOC: If someone is unable to join (or doesn't want to leave their region), you can send a puppet in your place.}

OOC: I'll send the "The Real ALM" nation itself there.

{OOC: Cool.}

OOC: I'll send "Comatica" over there (As opposed to "Present Day Comatica").

{OOC: All righty.}

Telegram to Generalissimo J.L.
From: President John Holtz
Subj: meeting

I apologize that I am late to the meeting, but HP has been involved in supplying a country at war. I shall be there as soon as possible.

OOC: Tomorrow, because I go to bed at 9:00 PM CST

{OOC: All righty.}

OOC: Say, what's the region called?

{OOC: HP, no problem. Come when you can. No rush. New Dornalia, I didn't make the region quite yet.}

President Holtz, tired yet excited from a very eventful day, boarded his Presidental Jet, and sat quietly as the plane quickly took off from a secret location. An aide walked up to him. "Could I get you anything, sir?" he asked.

"No, thanks, Scott, I'm quite alright." Holtz replied.

"Very well, sir." Scott acknowledged as he slowly walked back to his seat. President Holtz ran his hand through his hair and pondered over what to do about the silent rise of Communism, totalitarianism, and liberalism. He looked out the window at the calming waters of the ocean. He then looked right back at Holy Paradise, watching the waves crash against the shore, wearing it down. A large rock fell into the ocean. "Wait a second," he thought. He looked back and saw the waves again crash into the shore, wearing it down. "Wearing it down....wearing it down!" he thought excitedly. He had found the perfect way to reverse the rise of leftism in the world. He quietly wrote down his analogy on a piece of paper. A few hours later, the jet arrived at Roach-Busters. Holtz got into a limo and drove to the castle, arriving there not long after words.

The butler smiled. "Ah, President Holtz. The Generalissimo eagerly awaits. Please, follow me."

To WACL
From General Grimm,Leader of The Holy Republic of Bloodbank
Greeting WACL i'm happy to say that I would be honored if you allowed my nation to be apart of this grand Allies and help you against the Commie dogs that would try to rule our nations with their iron fist of evil

"Thank you," replied President Holtz. He hadn't met with J.L. for a long time. It would be good to see him again.

{OOC: Bloodbank, thank you for your interest. You're in.}

IC:

The Generalissimo warmly greeted his old friend, President Holtz. "Ah, hello, John," he said, with a pleasant smile, shaking his hand vigorously. "It's been a long time. It's a pleasure to see you again." He gestured to Christine. "This is my new wife, Christine."

"J.L.! My goodness, man, how long it has been!" John exclaimed with a hearty laugh before grasping J.L.'s extended hand. J.L introduced John to his new wife, Christine. "The pleasure is mine, Christine." John said before he bowed. As she walked away, John quietly asked J.L.,"I don't mean to be rude, but, what happened to your last wife? Unless you don't wish to answer, of course, which is fine by me."

General Grimm hopped in his jet and within a few hours he had landed he got in a limo and was being driven to the castle. He looked around pleased by what he saw.as the limo reached the castle he got out and made sure his uniform looked good by brushing away some durt that really wasn't there, then put on his hat was ready to for the meeting

John noticed a man, in uniform, most likely a general, walking up the steps. "Who is that?" John thought to himself.

Christine smiled sweetly, and gave John a small peck on the cheek. "I've heard a lot about you, Mr. President. My husband thinks the world of you."

The Generalissimo, struggling valiantly not to weep, said, "Thiensiri passed away. She..." Overcome with grief, he shielded his face in his hand, not wanting the others to see him weep, and he ran out of the room.

Christine shook General Grimm's hand. "Ah, you must be the representative of our newest ally, Bloodbank. I am Empress Christine. I am honored to make your acquaintance."

Christine smiled sweetly, and gave John a small peck on the cheek. "I've heard a lot about you, Mr. President. My husband thinks the world of you."

The Generalissimo, struggling valiantly not to weep, said, "Thiensiri passed away. She..." Overcome with grief, he shielded his face in his hand, not wanting the others to see him weep, and he ran out of the room.

Blushing after being pecked on the cheek, John watched sadly as J.L. ran out of the room. He quietly followed J.L., finding the poor man sobbing. "I am mortified and in great despair that she passed away. But you need not to hide your tears. Tears are a form of emotion, they show, 'I care about you'. Caring and love is what separates us from the Communists, they show no compassion. Sure, you and I might have different views on human rights, but, I still think that you are one of the greatest leaders I have ever known, or even studied. We've had our arguments, but, we always remain friends. Our countries have argued with each other, but we're always willing to fight for each other. Thiensiri was a wonderful woman, and crying shows that you acknowledge her, for her ways, for her very existence. It shows that you, J.L. are very compassionate, no matter what anyone, or any country, says about you."

General Grimm smiled"Ah the honor is all mine thatnk you for having me and my small nation for being here"He looked over and saw a man stading near them before walking out of the room. (Wonder who that was looked like someone i saw on T.V. but I'm not sure where.)

The Generalissimo smiled, warmed by his friend's compassion and sympathy. He embraced John. "Thank you, my friend. If Thiensiri were here, no doubt she, too, would be touched."

Christine smiled. "General, please tell us more about Bloodbank. From what I've heard, it seems to be a highly respectable nation."

After talking with J.L. for a little while, President Holtz said, "J.L., I apologize, but, I must go and meet this general who entered the castle not long ago." John then went back to the foyer, where Christine and the general were chatting. "Sorry to end this conversation, you two, but I do not believe I have met this man." he chuckled. John extended his hand. "My name is President John Holtz, of Holy Paradise. And you are?"

the General thought for a minet"well our army is storng and crime is done low thanks to me having every serve in the army at least once and i'm proud to say that i don't have any of these....commie dogs in The Holy Republic of Bloodbank.ah the people their happy thru they go on their marry way with our good Boys and Girls in the army watch out for any troble and our kids our taught at a young age to grow up and serve the nation well and good for years to come."Grimm smiled at the thought then lost it"but thigs are also not going to well either"

Looks at President Holtz "Ah that is were i have saw you from"He shakes John's"A honor to meet you I'm General Grimm of The Holy Republic of Bloodbank."he now has his smile back

Looks at President Holtz "Ah that is were i have heard you name"He shakes John's"A honor to meet you I'm General Grimm of The Holy Republic of Bloodbank."he now has his smile back
"I remember you. You supported me in my speech against Communism. Welcome aboard the WACL. I believe the Generalissimo will be with us shortly." John smiled heartily.

Just as John predicted, the Generalissimo arrived shortly afterwards, smiling. "I apologize, everyone. I'm here now."

"Ah Generalissimo Thank you for having me here. This is such a great honor to be here and to be allies with such great nations and people."Grimm said

"Well, should we begin the meeting?" John asked.

OOC: The Office is almost on, and then I'm going to bed, so, this will probably be my last post on this topic for the day.

The Generalissimo nodded. "You are most welcome. Now...would either of you gentlemen like something to eat or drink?"

"No thank you i'm good"

The Count sat on the other side of the room, chatting with his two commanders. His back was at the door but he knew two people have arrived into the room. He knew it before those two men started talking. And he knew they were not servant because if they were servants, they would have left after a few minutes.

The Generalissimo smiled. "The meeting has already begun, though we still have much to discuss. I found the perfect place to strike first: South Irondin."

"South Irondin?" questioned Munoz, "I don't think I've heard of them much in the news...another small struggling communist nation?"

The Generalissimo nodded. "My close ally, Irondin, is currently embroiled in a civil war, and is divided into two separate nations. North Irondin remains friendly, yet South Irondin is under the repressive heel of communist oppression. S.I. is also weak, struggling, and recognized by almost no nations in the international community. An excellent staging point for us to demonstrate the power and prestige of the World Anti-Communist League."

Grimm nodded "sounds good to me.Just tell me when and me and my troops well be down there as quick as we can"

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Generalissimo said, "we must now decide on a course of action. What forces will each of you be sending?"

York smirked, he'd been semi-watching the events in Irondin unfold. Though with Jagada no longer emboiled in the hostile 'climate' in Jenrak and Rithman-Naar, Jagada could now send more forces--if required.

"I have the perfect divison of troops to send," stated York, "The 21st 'Heavens Knights' Divison. They are crack infantry, survive a nuclear attack on their garrison city during the Fanatical Civil War. I don't wish to suffer a lot due to internal dissent at home so these guys should do nicely. Now my question to you Generalissmio is...should we ruthlessly take down South Irondin, or shall we do this without killing the masses?"

President Holtz stood up to speak, "Ladies and gentlemen, I agree that South Irondin should be invaded, only to reunite Irondin, though. I believe the main goal here should be to encourage capitalism throughout the world peacefully and openly. I saw an amazing thing as my jet flew away from Holy Paradise. I looked back at my land, and watched as many small waves, 6 feet high at the extreme most, crash against a large, rocky cliff. Yet, the small waves wore the cliff away so much that a large chunk of rock fell from the cliff into the water. At first, I thought, 'The ways of God truly are amazing,' but then, I realized something. These small forces of nature, the waves, were wearing down a huge cliff bit by bit everytime they hit it. 'My God!' I exclaimed, 'That's it!'. This very principle of nature can be our strategy to wear down Communism, slowly, but peacefully, and effectively. By constantly proving to the world that capitalism is morally good and a pinnacle of freedom, and that Communism simply does not work, the forces of Communism shall wear down, crumbling, like the large cliff, all because a few waves hit it."

"So...what forces will everyone send?" the Generalissimo asked.

"What is the intelligence data on South Irondin? I need to know how large the enemy force is, along with the size of land, terrain, and their technology." President Holtz said.

"A relatively backward nation, with a weak economy. Very formidable terrain, though, and the climate is extremely bleak, frigid, and inhospitable. We should manage, though."

"My friends i'll give you the best we can get to start out with i'll send the 'Blood Ravens' who is lead by my eldest daughter Michelle, a good warrior but a little undisciplined in following orders but gets the job done."

"Excellent," the Generalissimo said, leaning forward. "Tell us more."

"Holy Paradise shall send 150,000 Holy Paradisian Elite Troops, reinforced by 175,000 Holy Paradisian Army Troops. The Elite Army shall be accompanied by 320 M1 Abrams, 350 Bradleys, 400 APCs, 450 M2s, 450 Shermans, 500 M252 mortars, 100 M270 MLRS, 200 M109A6s, 20 Iowa Class battleships, 30 Ticonderoga class cruisers, a large number of APAs, 10 Nimitz class aircraft carriers, each carrying 20 Harriets and 20 F-18s, and 5 Enterprise class carriers, each carrying 30 F-15Es." President Holtz said

"Excellent, thank you," the Generalissimo said.

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"I can commit 3 divisions of infantry, 1 armor, and several wings of fighters and bombers," commented Munoz.

The Generalissimo smiled. "South Irondin will be a rubble heap before we know it."

"Indeed." President Holtz agreed. "All that remains is, how will we rebuild it before we give it back to Irondin?"

"We'll let North Irondin supervise the reconstruction, but we'll lend as much aid as possible to assist the process."

"We'll let North Irondin supervise the reconstruction, but we'll lend as much aid as possible to assist the process."
"Very good, very good. Now, I have another question. A nation named Optimus Conservavi has just been formed, and they seem like a perfect addition to the WACL. What do you think, J.L.?" President Holtz asked.

The Generalissimo smiled. "Your recommendation has already instilled in me respect for this nation. I would be delighted to admit it into the WACL."

The Generalissimo smiled. "Your recommendation has already instilled in me respect for this nation. I would be delighted to admit it into the WACL."
"Excellent. I shall inform them of their acceptance as soon as possible." John stated, elated.

The region has been created!

Anyone who wants to join, please either IM me (ludwigvonmises@hotmail.com) or TG me for the password.

"Ladies and gentlemen I have just received urgent news." John said. "'New Tilean Government?? (Attention Peace Keepers)

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*Extract from a recent Tilean News report*

In light of the recent protests in the Tilean Capital, the old Government has resigned and fled, leaving a power vacuum that has quickly been claimed by many different groups. By far the most powerful of these, however, and the group calling themselves "The Red Sons of Tilea", this group is fiercely Dictatorial Group, leaving many in the capital concerned that this Pro-Communist group may leave tilea in a crippled state.

What follows is a communique sent from Tilea to the UN

To: UN Delegates
From: Tilean Free States, Government in Exile

Friends,
We humbly beg that any friendly nations dispatch their armies to aid the Patriotic men of the Tilea Defence Force in their fight against the brutal oppression of the Communist Enemies.

We bed any Friendly nation to help us.

Please

Talon Onarka
True President of the Tilean Free States'".

Now, all we need is a WACL forum. Anyone know of a good place?

InvisionFree forums is best. Its free, and it takes little effort to create a good forum.

InvisionFree forums is best. Its free, and it takes little effort to create a good forum.

I'll look into that. Thanks.

OOC: agreed, Invisionfree is really great.

OOC: From the question awhile back--

IC:

"Comatica can't help much in the way of naval support...our navy was scattered somewhat by the Imperium War, and will remain that way for a long while, I fear. However...we can commit large amounts of ground forces and air support. I'll supervise the sending of the 1st through 30th IGF divisions, along with Armored Divisions 4 and 6, a total of about 2,400 tanks, both light and heavy armament, and other various artillery support. I ask that someone else aid our forces in naval support of Comatic forces."

OOC2: Uh...yeah...InvisionFree. [/USELESS]

OOC: From the question awhile back--

IC:

"Comatica can't help much in the way of naval support...our navy was scattered somewhat by the Imperium War, and will remain that way for a long while, I fear. However...we can commit large amounts of ground forces and air support. I'll supervise the sending of the 1st through 30th IGF divisions, along with Armored Divisions 4 and 6, a total of about 2,400 tanks, both light and heavy armament, and other various artillery support. I ask that someone else aid our forces in naval support of Comatic forces."

OOC2: Uh...yeah...InvisionFree. [/USELESS]

IC:

"Yes, I can definitely do that," the Generalissimo said.

{OOC: Amazonian Beasts, I TGed you the password. Did you receive it?}

The Count was tried of this meeting. It had go back to square one a bunch of time. JWolf wanted to get out of there and fast. “J.L., I will be heading back to the base. Need to get back to the states and kill some more.” he said. He walked over to J.L. and shock his hand. With that, he head towards the door. General McKnight and Colonel Ridilla followed behind their leader.

OOC: Okay, Jagada, it is in your hands now. Best bet is to talk to him there

York, whom had left the room and put on his Kraven uniform appoarched the Count has we began to leave. "Excuse me, Count JWolf," stated York, "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I please have a meeting with you some time. To discuss the possibility of a Jagadian-Dominion Alliance perhaps?" stated York.