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A new age in Automagfreek [MAJOR, Open]

Automagfreek
18-10-2007, 17:37
The news had already swept through all of Automagfreek, and was indeed making its way across all of Gholgoth; Dreadfire was coming home. The war against Doomingsland had ended in with an unexpected twist...for the two rival leaders had come to an understanding on the battlefield. A mutual respect had been developed through the heat of battle, and as a result a ceasefire was agreed upon by both sides. The world had become a much different place since the war had started, and as a result agendas evolved and changed along the way, and priorities were not what they once were.

While speculation would inevitably erupt as to who the victor was, this much was made certain: there clearly was none. While Doomingsland was not destroyed and still maintains its slave trading, Automagfreek did what many thought it could not; take the fight to a nation many thought could repel a Freekish invasion. Thus AMF was proven to still be a relevant power (especially at sea) after many years of doubt, and the military progress that was made was better than some Freekish analysts expected. Without doubt both sides could claim their small victories from the peaceful conclusion of the war, but when all was said and done there simply was no clear cut winner. If anything, both sides ultimately benefitted from their trial through fire, and the rough alliance that unfolded from the chaos would inevitably shock the world.

After several more days in Doomingsland to discuss matter with Maximus, Damien flew back to ULE City to much fanfare. However he avoided the press and instead opted to return to the Great Hall, where Azrael awaited his return. The Sentinels guards outside the large oak doors of the ancient building stood sharply at attention as their battered Warlord strode by, a rare but happy expression upon his face. It was good to be home.

Everyone at the Hall had packed the front room as the door slowly opened and Damien stepped inside, and much celebrating . Clapping, cheering, and enthusiastic shouts rang out as Dreadfire made his way towards the staircase on the other side of the chamber. Along the way he shook hands with the likes of Hartman, Bonesplitter, The One, and his close personal staff and advisors. As he began to ascend the stairs to the second level, he turned around to face the crowd once more, offering no great speech but instead waving to them all before starting off again. Upstairs Azrael had been waiting in the throne room, sitting next to the large black obsidian seat of power and waiting for his father to arrive. Moments after the cheering died down Damien entered the room and locked eyes with his son, a smile crossing his face. Good to see you again boy. I've heard about what you've done to British Londinium while I was away. I'm impressed, I never knew you had it in you.

After drinks and a few moments to catch up, Dreadfire summoned Azrael forth to his private gardens outside, and the pair descended the back staircase and began to make their way through the flowering trees and gardens. It was here that Damien was at peace and could clear his head next to the bronze statue of his fallen brother, Bastien the Bronze of Pantera. He stood for a moment at the feet of the mighty figure and reflected silenty to himself before turning to his son and motioning him to sit on the concrete lip of the small pool that surrounded the memorial site.

I have something very important I need to discuss with you Azrael, something that's been on my mind for a long time. The fight in Doomingsland has taken quite a toll on me, and I fear I'm not as strong as I used to be. In my younger days I could have easily dispatched Maximus with but a flick of my wrist, but alas time has not been so kind.

Azrael snorted. Oh come now father, you're not what I would call old by any stretch of the imagination.

Damien chuckled and nodded ever so slightly. Perhaps, but I told myself that once the fight was done....I would finally do something I have been planning for a long time. Automagfreek is as its most powerful ever. Gholgoth and NATO flourish like never before. Our nation booms with economic prosperity, and our military is at is strongest yet. And now that Questers is shamed with defeat and the Doomani are now our friends, I feel I have taken Automagfreek as far as I can take it.

He then uttered the words that nearly made Azrael faint. Today I will announce you as my successor, and the new Supreme Warlord of Automagfreek. I've already summoned all the lords of Gholgoth and NATO, along with our other friends and allies. The whole world will be watching you as you take the reigns and lead our people into a New Age.

But why?!? Azrael was more bewildered than excited, for he knew how Dreadfire felt about being in charge of his Empire.

Because son, I feel the Gods have cursed me for ages of defiance, and now I'm beginning to slow down. I think that's it's time I re-payed my debt to them and suffered the consequences for my league with the Dead Gods, for they have corrupted my soul for too long. This is something that needs to be done lad, and who knows if and when I'll return.

He looked down at the ground momentarily, then lifted his head and changed the tone of the discussion. But enough of this, today is supposed to be a grand day! Come, let us celebrate and make ready the ceremony!

Within the hour planes started arriving from all corners of Gholgoth and indeed the world for what would be one of the most important events in recent history. The press had been crammed into a small area to make room for the local and visiting dignitaries, and word had reached every major news organization that Damien Dreadfire was making a ground shaking announcement. Sentinels in full ceremonial dress stood sharply at their posts while trumpets began to sound loudly from both sides of the large courtyard. Flower petals fluttered in the crisp mountain breeze that gently rolled in from the frost covered peaks of the ULE chain that surrounded the city, giving a euphoric atmosphere to the gathering.

With familiar faces everywhere in the visiting crowd, Damien stepped forth onto the balcony of the Great Hall clad in his ceremonial armor. After much welcoming and cheering, he motioned for the crowd to be still as he adjusted the microphone in front of him.

Brothers and sisters, friends and guests, I bid you welcome on this most glorious of days. Automagfreek has endured a lot in the past months, and I am happy to announce that the war against Doomingsland has ended, and through the tides of war our two nations have come to see eye to eye with one another. As was with Crimmond during our war against their Black Staff government, so it is now with Maximus of Doomingsland; a warrior's brotherhood has been forged. However I wish to make it known that we are not in full league with the Doomani, for we do not wish to upset our close friends and allies by moving too far too fast. We will wait and see what unfolds over time.

But that is not why I stand before you today. Today I bring you great news, and the announcement of a lifetime. Many of you have come to know my son Azrael, called Advocate by some. When I first learned of his existance he was a lost and wild boy, who through trials and tribulation has been molded into a proud man and a fierce warrior. He is a man that I am proud to have in my line, and a man that I am proud to stand next to today. He is as cold and terrible as I, but alas he is a person of more reason, making him a better man than me.

Many would never think this day would have come, but I am here to announce that effective immediately, Azrael is to succeed me as Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek.

A silence fell over the crowd, with muffled gasps ringing out ever so briefly.

That's right, I am stepping down as the leader of this great land and turning rule over to my son. He is ready to take charge and will usher the Freeks into the 10th Age of Automagfreek. I have every bit of confidence in his mind and his might, and I can think of no other who would be better to lead the Freekish Empire. I have taken AMF as far as it can go, and the time for chance has come.

He removed the crimson cloak from his mighty shoulders and turned Azrael around with his right hand, placing the sacred cloth around the neck of the new Supreme Warlord. He then dropped to a single knee out of respect for the title he had carried for so long, bowing his head briefly before rising again to his feet. It is done.... He whispered to himself gently.

Meanwhile, inside the Halls of the Dead, the icy chamber known as the Vault of Souls began to pulse with supernatural energy. The crystal pods that housed unspeakable terrors and frightful demons shook violently as a force deep inside the Vault began to stir and make its presence known. Even now Damien was being drawn to its mysterious call, and he could help but glance off in the distance towards the site where the Halls and its inner workings sat....beckoning him to come forth.

Azrael was almost speechless as he was hailed by the large visiting crowd below, and after several minutes of applause he motioned for them to sit. I would like to thank my father for bestowing such a great honor upon me, and I swear to him now that I will do everything humanly possible to preserve and maintain the Empire he worked so tirelessly to build, and I swear that I will take it to new heights. I can safely say that I never would have imagined this day would have come, and it will take time for this to truely sink in. I only pray that I can do the Freekish people proud and at least live up to the expectations my father has for me.

As the new Supreme Warlord of Automagfreek, I want to thank you all for coming to this ceremony. I welcome you all inside for a great autumn feast that our cooks have prepared for everyone. Let us celebrate!

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Azrael the Advocate
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-
Wanderjar
18-10-2007, 18:00
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***OFFICIAL COMMUNICATION OF THE WANDERJARIAN GOVERNMENT***



I, Kaiser Christoph Baker of the First Reich of Wanderjar, wish to congratulate you on your sucession to power and wish that you continue with the glory and prestiege which your nation has developed for itself. Know that we hold a high respect for your father, and extend the same to you. Good luck! We hold the highest confidence in your future rule, and know you shall fufill the role of Supreme Warlord majestically and honourably.


~Kaiser Christoph Baker of the First Reich
Drakonian Imperium
18-10-2007, 18:34
The news spread quickly throughout the Imperium. Despite pressing domestic concerned, diplomatic preparations were made to honor the change. It is not often that a new monarch takes charge of a nation and such a change is a time of joy and sadness, hope and concern.

Present for the announcement was the Drakonian Ambassador to Automagfreek and his staff, as well as the Drakonian Ambassador to Gholgoth. Their assignments sometimes seemed trivial as the Imperium usually took a backstage role in Automagfreek and Gholgothian affairs; however their presence showed Drakonia's solidarity with its allies, even if the Imperium had yet to truly mix blood with them on the battlefield.

A personal message of congratulations was sent by the Drakonian Monarch, Praetor Augustus Drake, and his wife, Queen Jolené Sutherland. They expressed their support and congratulations, saying their looked forward to the new era for the Excessively Armed Empire.
The Black Agents
18-10-2007, 20:25
Seven stood amongst the crowd of cheering people wearinf nothing more then a commoners cloths, as Dreadfires son took center stage as leader of the AMF Empire. Being who he was this risk was great and largly unneeded.The soul of his son was certian, but alas his fathers words of his sone being a man more of reason was assuring. His father brought pain and suffering to whom ever he came in contact with. But now that his time of rule had come to an end this time had ended, and only time would tell as to weather or not his son will fall into the same fold as his father- a terrible man with no remorse for the innocent people that his military has killed.

" This day your slate is cleaned and your soul released, may your gods treat you will pitty and mercy." Seven quitely siad to himself as he watched the large door to the feast opened and the people began to pour in.

As Seven turn around to leave the area his radio buzzed to life:

" Seven, Seven- Do you copy?" said the voice at the other end.

" I copy, Whats wrong?" Seven Replied

" That building you wanted us to monitor.. The Halls of the Dead... We have picked up some interesting readings from it. Perhaps you should take a look." said the person on the radio as it buzzed out into silence

Seven looked around and started quickly to a truck that he drove to the ceremony and started to drive away towards the monitoring team to see what they had picked up. His mind was racing as to the nature of the findings. The Blackatia Agentie where acustom to supernatural elements... They themselves where not of natural elements and had a deep understanding for the paranormal.
Fordock
18-10-2007, 20:38
Official Open Fordockian statement

Having had no previous official contact with the empire but hearing of their grand tales we now pass our respect onto the next leader and look on interested about whether a change in politics is to come. Until then we congratulate Azrael.
Risban
18-10-2007, 21:05
~Proclamation of the Grand Imperium~

The Emperor, Senate, and People of Risban congratulate the new Supreme Warlord in his ascent to power and hope that he leads the Excessively Armed Empire with the prudence and wisdom expected of such a renowned nation.

Signed,

R. Antares Scorpius, Emperor of the Grand Imperium of Risban
Alexander Perkins, Imperial High Minister for Foreign Affairs
Count Richard Pelias, Consul of the Imperial Senate
Duke Sargas Caecus Lesath, Chiliarches of the Imperial Parliament
Lord Justinian Fowl, Deputy Minister for Foreign Affairs
Tanaara
18-10-2007, 21:57
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On behalf the the whole of the Domination of Tanaara, Queen Mercedez Merideath Hexx, does send her profoundest congratulations to Azreal Dreadfire upon his ascension to the proud status of Supreme Warlord of Automagfreek. May your reign, and the 10th age of Automagfreek, be as long and glorious as that of your dread Sire.

By this, my hand,

Mercedez
Regina
The Charr
18-10-2007, 23:28
The Charrian Terrgard Assault Fleet was still in the region in the wake of the abortive invasion attempt by Questers. Having not actually arrived in time to see any action before the conflict ended, it was now remaining in Gholgoth waters within reasonable distance of Automagfreek just in case those Questarian scoundrels changed their minds. Since then, it had become an unofficial base of operations for visiting Charr dignitaries and ambassadors, who found the spartan naval vessels more suited to their needs than the unnecessarily ostentatious rooms they were granted in the human nations. That, and the chairs were more comfortable.

By far its most illustrious visitors to date were the Clan Leaders Bonfaaz Burntfur and Klarr Viletooth, who landed aboard one of the two supercarriers only a smattering of hours after being invited. As per tradition, no special treatment was prescribed nor desired, and they were greeted by little more than thudding, chest-pounding salutes by the various officers and crewmen they passed on the way to the ship's bridge. After a debriefing with General Frak Giantclaw, commander of the Assault Fleet, all three of them once more took to the skies to attend the event in Automagfreek that they had been 'summoned' to.

Amidst the various smartly-dressed human diplomats, the three large Charr looked somewhat out-of-place, donning little more than a few tribal fabrics and standing well above most. Standing beside them was a dwarfed female human, wearing a lime green suit, who would serve as their translator should a conversation break out. They casually glanced around, muttering to each other in Charrian, as the room was filled with representatives and journalists from all four corners of the planet, and began to listen intently to the words of Damien Dreadfire.

As he spoke, mentions of Doomingsland immediately generated displeased growls from the three Charr, who appeared disgruntled at this dramatic turn of events. Nevertheless they settled and continued to listen. When Dreadfire mentioned his resignation from the throne, they, like most others in the room, immediately broke into surprised muttering.

"That is disappointing!" Viletooth grumbled.

"Why? Ye never cared much for the nation or its leader," Burntfur enquired, as the crowd continued to whisper amongst themselves.

"True, but there are standards to maintain!" Viletooth protested. "Ye can have only one of two ways to select your leaders - rule by popularity, where they are elected. Or rule by strength, where only the strongest can lead. Automagfreek lacks the former, so... I expected a deathmatch! Tis just so... arbitrary!"

"Hereditary rule is common amongst the baldies, Klarr," Burntfur reminded him. "Tis not the surest way to assure strong leadership, but certainly the heir has an advantage of experience over other candidates. It remains to be seen whether this Azrael has the strength of will and support of the Gods to follow through on his new duty..."

"He is skinnier than the other one," General Giantclaw observed. "More fur, though. I like him."

"Did you get a shell lodged between your ears during your last tour of duty, General?" Viletooth asked mockingly.

"Silent, he is not yet finished," Burntfur snapped.

As the crowd's rabble died down, they listened once more as he continued to speak. After some kind of ceremony, which saw the old leader hand the new leader a piece of old cloth, most of the crowd cheered. The three Charr looked all around them and joined in, lending their roars to the noise.

"So it is done then," Burntfur shook his head with a snarl once all of the speeches were over and the crowd began to disperse and talk amongst themselves. "To be inaugurated whilst one's armies are using the power of the Gods against warriors, women and pups alike, without even giving them the chance for honourable combat, bodes poorly for the future."

"Come now, Burntfur," Giantclaw said dismissively. "The nuclear annihilation of British Londinium is hardly the first example of Automagfreek's willingness to deploy dishonourable weapons. Regardless of which of the baldies leads them to battle, I doubt it would have been the last."

"Tis true," Burntfur nodded.

"Try not to sound so glum, my old comrade in arms," Giantclaw patted him on the back with an enormous, clawed hand. "We ally with these baldies by your choosing. For they are the most honourable of their species, are they not?"

"'They' maybe, but this one is... uncertain," Burntfur said ponderously. "We shall see what comes of this, I am sure of that much."

"Did he say feast?" Viletooth asked, after a pause.
Aurum Domus
19-10-2007, 03:33
Ambassador General Jason Goldsea and his 5 Marine security team walked inside the Freekish palace with the rest of the crowd. When news had come of a ceasefire and a possible friendship between Automagfreek and Doomingsland they had been sent to observe. Azraels appointment didn't come as such a surprise, the fight with Maximus was sure to make Damien realise that he was getting older. The Ambassador General was here mainly to observe, the balance of power in the world had changed greatly in the past several months and Aurum Domus wasn't about to be crushed. Establishing peaceful relations with Azrael and his nation was the goal of this little trip and Jason expected it to go well. Although The Armed Republic had backed out of an alliance with Doomingsland several weeks previously they had been friendly with AMF in the past and hoped their misdeed would be forgiven.
Pantera
19-10-2007, 03:35
Pantera rejoices!

It is with great pride and a heart swollen with hope for the future that I take pen in hand to congratulate my friend and student on his rise to power. It would take me many days to list the merits of Azrael but, rather than bore the populace of our nations with tired congratulations and hollow courtesies, I will keep my message short.

Briefly, I will mourn the abdication of one of my oldest and truest friends. Despite his faults, Damien was a cunning and just ruler who was often thrust into the inferno. It is to his credit, and to that of the entire Freek nation, that he remains on his feet, sword in hand, with his nation intact. We shall miss him.

Azrael, however, will fill the Dreadfire's boots admirably and, doubtless, will surpass his father's exploits tenfold. I know this, and have no reservations about endorsing and celebrating his ascension. On the contrary, it is with the greatest joy that I contemplate the boy he was, the man he has become, and the glorious future before him and all of Automagfreek.

Rule well, my young friend, and never forget that regardless of what happens elsewhere in the world, despite wars, devastation, or destruction: The Blood Pact remains. Together, for Pantera, Automagfreek, and mighty Gholgoth!

Blood and Fire, Advocate.

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Dayne the Evenstar
Lord Reaver of Pantera
Aequatio
19-10-2007, 03:53
Generations of Aequatians had been long brought up on the legendary Lord Dreadfire and his countless exploits, so it was not surprising that the news of his abdication touched the Republic greatly. Although the citizenry do not dwell long on the depressing, stories of old began circulating through the media services as the public took the opportunity to discuss and remember the history behind the bond of alliance between the Glorious Republic and Great Empire which had been in place since the Days of Founding so long ago. At the same time, Aequatians also welcomed the new Freek ruler, accepting him right away as a most suitable heir to such a post of extraordinary responsibility, foremost of all was the message from the Prime Citizen, President Holden Reid.

"At this time,

I extend the hand of congratulations from not only myself but of the Aequatian citizenry towards Azrael the Advocate for his succession to Supreme Warlord of the Freekish Empire. While we will never forget the glory that was Dreadfire, who shall live eternal among our memories and combined history, we hope that his destiny awaits him with the utmost anticipation.

This new age for not only the Empire, but for the Republic as well. In honour of our rich history, I hope that in these trying times that nations can bond even closer and prepare to combat the evils which seek to destroy them. It is our time now, let us claim it and take hold of it... UNIFIED AS ONE"
Carbandia
19-10-2007, 04:49
To His lordship Azrael the Advocate (ooc: sorry, terrible at making these headers..I either over, or under, title people usually)

Sir, it is our honour to congratulate you on suceeding your esteemed father as Supreme Warlord.

May Automagfreek, Gholgoth, and NATO continue on their road of prosperity.

Yours truly
President Eduard Gurashoy

(ooc: sorry if it's a bit short)
The Crimm
19-10-2007, 05:01
Arriving at nearly the same time, in two drastically different ways, were the only two living leaders of Crimmond.

One was General Omar Pace, dressed in a great coat with no shirt, which let his odd tattoo of a sword be displayed, and kilt over work uniform trousers and combat boots. For what reason he thought this was a good look, no one knew. He looked for all the world like a cross between a Victorian noble, Scottish warrior and caveman, with the shape of his head.

He stood silent during the speech, listening to every word with great care. It was not every day that a leader like Damien stepped down willingly... the only other time that he could think of was...

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Former Khan, twice dead and once again returned to a body of flesh, Delta stepped through the entryway directly before Damien's speech and eyed the crowd, before looking to Damien and Azrael. His dress was altered from usual, being a caped black armor that left his heavily tattooed arms bare and displayed five blades. Two crossed(hilt down) upon his back, two short swords on his right hip and a claymore on the left. His broad brimmed hat remained on his head though, being the only unchanged aspect of his attire.

He too was silent until after Azrael spoke, but stepped to the front of the crowd as they applauded again, before they began to show any small signs of settling and dispersing. He stared up into the new leader's eyes for a long moment, then looked at Damien. A very thin smile came over his face, disturbing in it's own way. Finally he spoke, voice carrying well even over the applause, stating the words before anyone else could...

Long live the Supreme Warlord!

Behind him, Omar looked confused and angered by the presence of the other Crimm leader. He was ruler now, not this half-demon bastard. Beyond that, Delta was supposedly dead... blown to hell and back by Andrew Coleman's escort choppers after the attack that killed Coleman. How the hell was he here? And why?

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Velkya
19-10-2007, 06:06
[Meanwhile]

On the outskirts of the luscious and verdant arena, a lone figure, dressed in the midnight blue heavy dress uniform of the Federal Navy of the Allied Union of Velkyan Republics, calmly and collectedly sipped a glass of wine as he leaned nonchalantly against a nearby pillar. The massive influx of kings, queens, barons, Presidents, and yes, a certain Supreme Warlord, wasn't especially awesome to a man who commanded thousands of sailors and officers, but the impressiveness of the occasion certainly was not lost upon Commodore Alexi Markov.

"Hey, Marko, enjoying the sights?"

A particularly well endowed guest tempting walked past the column that Markov was occupying, her rear visually followed by a second figure, who casually approached from the side of Alexi. His attire was slightly less formal and conspicuous than that of his acquaintance, being a standard Windsor-tied black suit, his business like and clean cut look clashing with Alexi's more rugged, slightly unkempt look. The military man, arguably older by a margin of decades, turned to face the newcomer, whose playful gaze now met Markov's.

"Of course, Mr. Harding. The Freeks and company do score well in the genetic department, haha."

The younger crossed his arms and grinned.

"Don't let Mikaela hear you say that, Marko, she'll throw a fit."

The elder let out a deeply pitched, yet warm laugh.

"Among other considerably more sharp objects, Mr. Harding."

Harding and Markov conversed in small talk for a few more minutes. On the surface, they appeared to be mere acquaintances, enjoying the various festivities among the hundreds of others engaged in the same activity. But, their presence was less than benevolent, and while not necessarily outwardly malevolent, their task pertained more to matters of state security than to the assets of female revelers and the vengefulness of Markov's wife. Gholgoth's rising commitment to Haven and its recent war with the Questarian Commonwealth gave the Allied Union a vested interest in any change in Gholgoth's leadership, especially with the scarcity of human intelligence (HUMINT) sources within Automagfreek and Gholgoth at large.

But, for now, things were going smoothly, and the team, consisting of Mr. Harding and his escort, Alexi, could afford to unwind, if only a small measure.
Sigma Octavus
19-10-2007, 10:44
Snowlander stood at the announcement, General Mercy and two hulking SOHAI with ceremonial blades flanking him. Looking around, he saw friends and allies, many whom he had not even heard from in ages. A smile came to his face as Dreadfire gave his mantle to Azrael, himself never having actually seen a peaceful passing of power.

His eyes wandered yet again and his smile dropped when he came upon a group of figures. Ellison Chaknov, Dominic Wrathe and several other highly wanted persons stood in the crowd with him. He had known for a long time that the former leader and her followers had taken shelter in allied land, but he hadn't known that it had been in Automagfreek.

He nodded at his old enemy Ellison Chaknov, who gave him a curt nod. In another setting, he would have opened fire on her. But that would not have been kind to his hosts and allies.

For now, he turned away from her, still feeling the cold eyes of her pet vampire, Wrathe, drilling into his head. He nodded and nudged Mercy. She looked towards the group for the first time and immediately went for her blade. He held her hand and shook his head. She snarled and glared.

Tonight would be fun.
Clandonia Prime
19-10-2007, 16:21
Foreign and Commonwealth Office, Warminster

Friday afternoon and much of Whitehall was heading home, civil servants eager to hit the bars and Ministers ready for their journeys back to their home constituencies, checking flight times or loading their work into Ministerial cars. The news of the tyrannical Gholgoth leader of Automagfreek ending its conflict with Doomingsland and the new leadership had caused concern. Doomingsland was a major source of Clandonian foreign oil, much business in the trillions of Crowns was conducted in the area of ship building, weapons and aerospace. It was common policy along with Clandonian allies and other aligned powers to view Gholgoth and the puppet tool of NATO as a severe threat to both regional peace in Haven and internationally as demonstrated in the recent war. The government was concerned over what to do, a serious of Naval Laws were coming up and the Admiralty was hoping for a bigger part of the Crown budget for defence, perhaps the dream of doubling the navy within another twenty years. Sir Philips had just left his Parliamentary office and was on the way back to the Ministry to authorise the press statement.

"A bunch of rather nasty looking people." Remarked one junior civil servant, a girl of only twenty five years of age, one of the new pieces of departmental week as some of the others referred.

"This is Gholgoth my dear, some nations have fat hairy pigs as leaders. This is the centre for fascism, collectivism and the ideology of imperialism in NATO. I don't think their people have much of a say." Replied another, watching the television screen in the office.

"Bunch of freaks literally, I suspect this will move the Commons to vote on the Naval Law then, if anything that will stop Gholgoth and NATO then its supreme naval power to help our Questerian and Praetonian brothers."

Sir Philips had walked in causing the assembled civil servants to stir, flicking through paper work and tapping on keyboards to try and give the impression of work. Four O'clock and most had been planning on clocking off early, now one of the most senior Ministers in His Majesty's Government had arrived their plans of a sly pint in the pub round the corner had been scuppered. Sir Philips just gave the usual official looking glance before going to his private office to review the proposed statement.

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Official Clandonian Response
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Open Declaration:

His Majesty's Government views the recent change of leadership in Automagfreek as little change from the tyranny that Dreadfire lead. Supposedly a nation that fights against slavery has appointed Azrael the Advocate, as a 'warlord'. Suggesting nothing more but fascist militarism that will continue from Gholgoth and its puppet organisation of NATO. The destruction and rape of British Londinium shows NATO and Automagfreek in its true light, a nation that for years was protected from the advances of Gholgoth imperialism by the powers of the Sovereign League, cast away by the trigger happy nuclear weapon deployment of the Freekish armed forces. Even with the collapse of the free world, I can assure you that some fight on, the brave Questerians fought against NATO imperialists even with the threat of a communist coup they fight bravely in a war that will be revived. As long as Gholgoth is organised and run by the Freeks there will never be world peace, perhaps there will be change we will be watching with pessimism, if Automagfreek wanted a new light cast upon it then democratic elections would be the best tool for reconciliation and the opening of diplomacy.


God save the King


Foreign Secretary Sir Alan Philips