Talks with Ethiopia

"I was informed you had all the papers." Raje said in comfort, "So if you had all the forms filled we can take them before we leave. We'll have them submitted to the Officer Recruitment Bureau and we'll send a representative to formally inform the Emperor and his son of his admittance and to escort him to China.

"And of course a little bit of an interview." Raje added dismissing the last bit of the issue with a gentle wave of his hand.

Chinese Talks

"Ah, i'll have the papers sent to your hotel before you leave then." replied Akanni, jotting down the jist of the information he would be sending the Emperor.

"Now, we understand you have been looking into the information necessary for opening trade between our nations. Has any progress been made in that department?"

"Yes," Raje said, "I believe my accomplice has the necessary details."

Comrade Benda smiled and nodded. She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a file.

"Over the last year China's steel production has increased to fifty-thousand metric tons produced on the home-front." she said, "National economists predict that considered current national growth levels coupled with the formation of the Asian Socialist Bloc that the quantity of steel produced in China will easily triple in the next five-years to accommodate for the needs of the nation and its partners.

"Although we will not be able to immediately begin shipment of raw materials here we can expect to see the first units ready for shipment by this year. New plants and mining facilities are in the works. Our first mines dedicated to mining the resources for our steel are due to open this spring. We'll see the first of new refineries opening by the end of the year.

"But, it's nothing that won't delay anything. Many current refineries have the capabilities to run higher, but projected growth will exceed them soon."

She slid the papers across the desk.

"And what of you?" she asked.

Canada

Grant

What Canada had done by raising it's reward money seemed to be paying off, new technologies seemed to be revolutionizing the handheld rocket, or rocket itself industry. A team is being slowly but surely selected to work for Canada's weapon agency. Hopefully, new weapons are on the horizon.

Resent letter to all major countries

Dear _____,

We still await your reply as to whether or not you will be attending our trading soiree. We hope to accomplish a better understanding of other countries overall, this experience is one that can bring us together.

Beijing

Almost as if they were tunnels stretching forever. Long, dark, rectangular tubes. The incandescent lighting flickered in the dank hallway, the flickering power playing havoc on the figures walking. One was hooded and bound, dragged by the shoulders of two strong guardsmen. They're heavy black boots sending deep echoes through the cavernous tunnel under the city.

The other man, plump but beaten sat limp in their grasp. He was in no means dead, his stomach still rose with every breath from beneath is tight prisoner's garb. Raspy breaths escaped his loosely parted mouth. His bare feet dragged along the smooth tiled floor, toes twitching at every crack they bumped over.

Finally, they stopped. The guards threw the man onto his feet as they unlocked the door. With a strong tug they forced him through the portal.

If he could see it, his stomach would turn. But he could only feel the cool cement under his feat. His breath muffled the dark whispers that emanated from the corners. He walked through nothing for what he felt like was forever, the removal of sight distorting all concepts of space and distance. Then he was halted, turned, and forced to sit.

His back rocked against the heard of some great throne. He felt irons wrap around his arms. Something sopping wet was placed on his head before another something - some kind of metal hood - was dropped down. His breathing intensified into a series of harsh whoops. His body began to shake. The feeling of inescapable doom wrapped around his chest and constricted him. Then a cold voice spoke: "Hong Wanon, under-secretary of the agricultural revision board in the province of Guixou, you have placed upon you title 4 purging. Do you understand what this means?"

"Y-yes" he sputtered from under his mask. He began to struggle without gain within his constraints. The voice merely continued.

"Perhaps you may demonstrate for us interior party procedure, and define the levels of purging?"

Hong stuttered and whined in his chair. "L-l-level one, is purging of duty." he moaned

"Purging of the duty of the party-member, relieving him control of his office and sending him to the proletariat. Level two comrade."

"Purging of freedoms." he groaned, "Imprisonment."

"Ten to thirty years." the voice said, showing no emotion outside of spite. "Level three."

"Purging of all rights but life."

"Life sentence, or forced labor. And finally brother Hong: level four."

He groaned.

"Purging of life, given out to only the worst of offenders. So far only a hundred party members have fallen ill to this. We must remove imperfect cysts from the system. Remove a tumor from our noble, national body. Mr Wanon, for chasing illicit joys, neglecting national duties, and partaking in high corruption as well as a member of a crime and murder syndicate you have been dubbed a candidate of Level four purging. Make peace to whatever god you follow now."

Hong opened his mouth to scream in saddened agony. But before his defeated breath could leave his mouth there was a loud clunk as a switch was flipped. The lights flashed in rapid succession as all power charged for the chair. His body tightened and convulsed as thousands of volts of electricity charged through his body. He felt like he was boiling, exploding. The pain was immense. Then it gave way.

The executioners heard no screams. Only the high-pitch whine of electricity flowing through the chair and a tight static crinkle. The man in the seat twitched and flashed as his muscles destroyed themselves in the extreme charge. In the end, he body went limp as the charge was cut. Smoke billowed from his soaked head.

Lighting the cigarette the overseer of the execution barked to his men: "Turn on the vents and get this fool out of here. I can only stand so much of this. How many more do we got before we're done for the day?"

"Five more sir." and underling said.

"When do we fry Mao!" another man demanded

"He's up for a public trail." the overseer hissed, "We've been promised our chance. Bring in the rest."

((I have majorly put this off on the fact I don't necessarily know how to phrase it, I tried my best))

Letter from Greenland

Dear Jaret,

it is in my best wishes that none of our citizens be endangered at any time. So thusly I am trying to do what is in my power to stop this, I will regret this, but we would feel it would be best if we continued ruling Greenland under Canadian rule, I know we can't fight back, so please accept my defeat.

I will announce the fact I'm stepping down soon, at which time the government has been set to be reformed, however so you wish. It pains me that this ever happened, however, it seemed inevitable.

Sincerely,
Your subject.

To Hou Sai Tang and Central Command, Beijing.

Final planning procedures are reaching their climax in Deep Gobi. As such we would like to request the initiation of the next part of our project. As such, we would like to request permission and resources to begin production of and manufacture of the individual parts necessary for the completion of this project. We fill that in the end, we will need to discuss the final areas among project leaders, the command, and party officers:

- The resources and funds necessary for building these parts, as well as stations in which the appropriate mechanical tests may be conducted.

- The allotment of parts. Is it in the interests of the Party to seek a centralized location to build, and assemble them? Or do we seek out national manufacturer's who may see the completion of these parts to their best ability.

- Thirdly, the level and types of security and security access levels needed to work on, see, and handle these parts.

As a commanding officer, I understand that other issues may arise that need to be discussed that I have not foreseen. But I hope that I have covered the basic needs. I will be fully prepared to discuss the unmentioned items and will brief the engineers and designers to be prepared to give their all.


(Figured I haven't touched on this for a while.)

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