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Realm of Kiria's events (kirin_council ids 1 - 119 from /1826643372/events/Kirin Events.txt). This category of events is about Fickle Current's breakaway civil war nation. It also includes some of the events for the changeling takeover of Fragrance.
Kirin Council
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Fragrance Rises
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Today, Fickle Current felt like the most powerful kirin in the world. As he stood behind the podium placed before Fragrance's city hall, he let his eyes wander over the hundreds, if not thousands of kirin that had gathered to hear him speak. They ran the gamut from NAKP higher-ups to its supporters and soldiers to just the commoners of Fragrance, a city wronged by Vermilion, a city that had finally found its moment for vengeance. As he stood there, Current could only imagine that this was what it felt like to command the kind of power and devotion that Matriarch Rain Shine owned in the imperial city. But unlike her, he would not let it go to waste.
"Kirin of Fragrance," he began, microphones booming his voice throughout the plaza and down several city blocks. "Yesterday, our great city stood at a crossroads. Vermilion was failing, its modernization efforts collapsing into wreck and ruin. They were unable to do what they needed to do in crushing the lawless heretics to the west, and in their undoing, they sought to drag us down with them. But Fragrance shall bow to Vermilion no more. We are the bastion of modernization and industrialization; we are the shining beacon that brought hope to our Matriarch's realm when all else had failed it. And now, as her realm reaches the our of darkness, the kirin of Fragrance and the north, under the trusted guidance of the NAKP, shall mobilize our incredible resources and belief in our own righteousness to save it. We shall save Kiria from the death throes of the Silence! We shall save Kiria from the superstition that has plagued it for too long! And we shall save our Matriarch from the forces of communalism and the poisoned lies of the Way of Fire's self-serving mystics! For with Fragrance leading the way, Kiria will finally know peace and prosperity the likes of which it has never known before!
"So stand with me, kirin of the north. Stand with the NAKP, and let us all save Kiria!"
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 Fragrance shall be Kiria's salvation!!
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The Vote of the Century
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Fickle Current and Cypress Snow sat on the balcony of a restaurant overlooking the Chrysanthemum Plaza in front of Fragrance's city hall. As the sun set on the city, scores of kirin bustled too and fro, setting up polling stations, lines, and ballot boxes. It was much the same throughout the rest of Fragrance, and the north as a whole. For tomorrow, the most important vote Fragrance had ever held would take place: the decision of whether to commit the formerly unthinkable and take up arms against Vermilion.
"We stand on the precipice," Cypress mused, setting his chopsticks down. "A decision that could either bring ruin to the Realm or heal it. And the worst part is, we do not know which choice leads to which outcome."
"If we could see the future, then we wouldn't need a vote," Current agreed. "Both options are valid. Half of the NAKP wants to focus on industrialization while the Matriarch fights the Rising Fire in the west. I can see where they're coming from; if we industrialize while the imperial realm burns, then we can come to the negotiating table with the Matriarch after the war as equals, not lessers. After all, they will be desperate and hungry; we won't be."
"And yet there are those who seek the more direct path. They want war." Cypress sighed and rubbed his nose scales. "I've seen war and death in my time in Griffonia. You saw it too, when Kemerskai and his supporters marched into Griffenheim in 978. The Matriarch is the heart and soul of Kiria; we may not agree with her, but she is the one thing that holds our species together, even despite the civil war. The more militant heads in the NAKP wish to march south and free her from the clutches of Autumn Blaze's harmonists and Winter Frost's mystics. But should our armies conquer Vermilion, what happens to the Matriarch then? Does she end up like Grover V, driven into exile only to return and crush us, delegitimizing our fight and our cause? Will she stay in Vermilion and support us? Or do we succeed where Kemerskai failed and commit the unthinkable?"
"I wish I could know," Current said, shaking his head. "But that is something for us to worry about tomorrow. The people of Fragrance will decide for us. Let it never be said that we are undemocratic. Tonight, let us enjoy one last night of calm before the storm."
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Tomorrow's vote will decide Fragrance's future.
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The Moment of Truth
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The polling places were filled the moment the sun rose that morning. Countless kirin from all trots of life flocked to the polling centers, each and every one eager to let their voice play a part in shaping Fragrance's future. Throughout the city, and throughout the north as a whole, an entire cross-section of the NAKP's ranks could be assembled just by looking at the kirin gathered there. The old members of the bourgeoisie crossed paths with their militant and youthful compatriots, who in turn mingled with urban intellectuals and wealthy investors. Kirin who clearly served in the NAKP's paramilitary arm smiled for pictures with the foals of middle class families, while capitalist magnates freely campaigned for the votes of the kirin present with free food and fanfare. To Fickle Current, who watched from afar throughout the day, it looked like a carnival, although this carnival threatened bloody business at the end of the day. How many kirin would still be smiling and cheering when their husbands and wives, sons and daughters, brothers and sisters took up arms and went off to fight should the vote demand war?
It took until sundown for the voting to finally taper off. By that point, Current had retired to get some sleep. As the counting went on throughout the night, he knew for a fact that tomorrow would be a busy day. But he didn't even get that much; at three o'clock in the morning, his phone rang, and when he answered it, an NAKP lieutenant informed him that the counting had finished.
Fragrance's new chapter had begun.
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We shall industrialize and bring more chips to the bargaining table.
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The Realm must be saved from all threats... even from those in Vermilion.
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Flowers of War
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Fickle Current had, thankfully, taken the time to write two speeches before the NAKP held its vote on whether to march off to war or not. In the time between receiving the phone call in the middle of the night and now, he had gotten precious little time to prepare a speech, much less rest. There was too much that needed to be done, missives to be drafted, orders to be sent out. The prospect of war on the horizon left little room for error in Fragrance.
But of course, as leader of the NAKP, he had to address the kirin of Fragrance and the north about this historic day. So, speaking from within Fragrance's city hall, his voice broadcast on radio so kirin all throughout the Realm could hear it, Current finally let the world know just what had transpired in the north. "My brothers and sisters in Fragrance, my compatriots in the north, and all kirin who struggle under the superstitions of the wicked in our Realm," he began, all the while arranging his speech on the table in front of him so he wouldn't have to turn any pages. "Today is a historic day for our Realm. For today, we have embarked on a long and difficult journey to save the Realm. Matriarch Superior Rain Shine is beset on all sides by villains and scoundrels, hypocrites and hedonists. While The Rising Fire and The Way of Fire bicker and fight in the far western reaches of the Realm, our Matriarch remains in Vermilion, a prisoner to the priests and mystics our religion has surrounded her with. They control her every move, her every action, her every word. She is their captive, their puppet, who dances on the strings of failed ideals and backwards religious dogma. Kiria cannot be saved so long as she remains in the clutches of those who hold Vermilion on this day.
"But she will not be held there forever," Current continued, firming his voice with passion and patriotism. "Fragrance is militarizing, and with the help of the returning diaspora, our brothers and sisters abroad, we shall march south to save the Matriarch. With righteous patriotic fervor, we shall cut our way through the degenerates and incompetents who this very moment keep the Matriarch locked in her palace in Vermilion. We shall offer them no quarter, no negotiations. We shall only offer them this one chance: turn aside from the mystics and Equestrian sympathizers who keep the Realm in their clutches. Turn aside from the dangerous heretics and revolutionaries that want to burn our Realm to the ground. Only Fragrance and the NAKP can save Kiria. Lend us your voices, lend us your support, lend us your arms. And together, we shall save Kiria, and we shall save the Matriarch. Concord bless us all!"
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The NAKP shall save Kiria from itself!
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Flowers of Peace
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Fickle Current had, thankfully, taken the time to write two speeches before the NAKP held its vote on whether to march off to war or not. In the time between receiving the phone call in the middle of the night and now, he had gotten precious little time to prepare a speech, much less rest. There was too much that needed to be done, missives to be drafted, orders to be sent out. The undertaking to prepare Fragrance for the post-war bargaining table left little room for error.
But of course, as leader of the NAKP, he had to address the kirin of Fragrance and the north about this historic day. So, speaking from within Fragrance's city hall, his voice broadcast on radio so kirin all throughout the Realm could hear it, Current finally let the world know just what had transpired in the north. "My brothers and sisters in Fragrance, my compatriots in the north, and all kirin who struggle under the superstitions of the wicked in our Realm," he began, all the while arranging his speech on the table in front of him so he wouldn't have to turn any pages. "A terrible thing has occurred in the far western reaches of our Realm. Kirin are fighting kirin, killing each other, and fanning the flames of hate for the first time in centuries. Our Realm was fashioned under the guidance of our great Matriarch Superior to put an end to our primal rages. But now, heretics under the leadership of the traitor known as Rising Sun have taken up arms against our Matriarch and seek to topple our way of life. That cannot stand.
"I would be lying if I said that Fragrance and Vermilion have never felt ill will toward each other," he continued, frowning at the microphone in front of him. "But never have we dreamt of taking up arms against our Matriarch. We are loyal subjects of Matriarch Rain Shine, and as such, we owe her our support and respect. That is why I am calling on my brothers and sisters in the north to prepare to fight for our Realm. The north shall embark on a campaign of industrialization that will make the Grand Gallop Onward look like but a small step. We shall mobilize into an army of the people and march south to join our fellow countrykirin in stomping out this heretic menace. Our Realm cannot profit from a civil war; it will only render us weak and crippled, right at the hour when we need to be our strongest. So we shall endeavor to end it, and when the dust is settled and the Rising Fire is destroyed, then, Fragrance, can we approach Vermilion as equals, and ask with civility that old wrongs be righted. But for now, we prepare to fight for our Matriarch. We shall get through this dark night, and with Concord's blessing, we shall see brighter days once more!"
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We will fight by our Matriarch's side until Rising Sun hangs!
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Forecasting the Weather
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Fickle Current tapped his hooves together as the intelligence briefing wound to a close. "The Banner of the Covered Cage then slaughtered the inhabitants of the town down to the last, justifying their actions as mandated by the decrees of the Silence, and in line with the wishes of Concord and Matriarch Noctilucent Charm," the intelligence officer concluded, sitting back down in his chair. "It's been covered up ever since, at least to the best of Vermilion's ability. Of course, we quickly figured out the truth once The Silence ended and we could establish a functioning intelligence network in Fragrance, and now Rising Sun has made the rest of the country aware of it too. The question now is: what do we do about it?"
"The anger of the common masses is a potent tool," Cypress Snow said, scratching at his beard. "Used right, it could be a great boon to our cause. But it could also backfire dramatically. I doubt many of the farmers in the north see us as any better than the kirin who massacred Sunrise decades ago. Perhaps there is merit in issuing no statement about this whole affair, and letting the anger of the commoners dissipate with time. After all, we'd just be playing into Rising Sun's hooves to rile us all up."
He turned to Current, who still sat deep in thought. "Well, Current? You're the chairkirin of the NAKP. Your stance is the Council's stance."
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The event “A Massacre Uncovered” option “Kirin still care about a massacre sixty years ago?” |
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 The anger of the commoners could be useful to us, though Vermilion will be displeased.
Memory of the Sunrise Massacre icon Memory of the Sunrise Massacre
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Crude Oil? Guns? Bombs?
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"Our coffers are hardly what you would call 'full', but as you can see, neither are they particularly empty."
Fickle Current and Cypress Snow whistled in awe as Dr. Ardent Bloom gestured through the open vault door beneath the NAKP's central headquarters in 88 Chrysanthemum Plaza. Behind that two meter-thick vault door were countless ingots and bars of gold, neatly stacked on reinforced shelves and lining the walls of the massive vault. The vault itself was close to full, but it was just one of many doors filling the basement of the party's headquarters, and as Dr. Bloom had described it, it was the only one that was often used. "All of our financial, commercial, and industrial interests around the globe, from all across Griffonia, Zebrica, and even Equus, direct a portion of their profits back here to fund the growth and operations of the NAKP," the economist explained. "We're the best for their business, after all. That is further supplemented by our wealthy donors who frequently grant us lavish gifts to nudge the needle of progress in the direction they feel is favorable. The party maintains complete control over the entirety of the industry in the north of our fair realm; that means that our coffers and our business dealings with the companies aligned with us are the de-facto economy of the Emergency Council. And when you hold complete control over the economy, you hold complete control over the state."
Fickle Current scratched his chin. "Impressive," he concluded. "The North is like a massive corporation, then, and its employees are its citizens. This would make it the most powerful corporation in the world."
"And with that power comes great opportunity," Cypress added. He pointed to the gold stacked high in the vault. "Grease the right hooves with some money, write up a few tax liens for our largest partnering companies, grant a few gifts to a few kirin in the right places, and we could gain a material advantage in the ruins of the Grand Gallop Onward. This could greatly further the interests of the NAKP."
"Money exists to be invested," Current agreed. "And it takes a shrewd businesskirin to make the best investments." He nodded at Dr. Bloom. "Thank you for the tour, doctor. This has proven most enlightening."
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"You want it? It's yours, my friend, so long as you have enough gold."
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Winning Over Friends
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Fickle Current looked around at the team of pollsters, party loyalists, and local governors and mayors that he had assembled in Fragrance to help chart the path forward. They had all traveled to the city to assemble an important effort that could make or break Fragrance's fortunes: the Northern Compact for Self-Determination, and the canvassing and polling operation that would attempt to turn it into a reality. If it failed, Fragrance's dreams of total independence from Vermilion might never be realized.
"Our preliminary survey and polling suggests that Rhapsody and Radiance might be receptive to the idea of unifying with Fragrance, but at the moment, they're held in place by inertia and devotion to Vermilion," the team's top pollster, Simple Survey, explained. "They're afraid to separate themselves from Vermilion and the Matriarch, even despite the instability throughout the Realm. But, with enough effort and enough funding, we may be able to change minds and garner popular support for a plebiscite on whether or not to join the Northern Compact. As it stands, we're too weak to survive against aggression from Vermilion, but if we can win over some more friends and all the land and factories that come with them, we might just have a chance."
"Then it needs to be done," Fickle Current agreed. "If we can get more of the north to fall in line behind us without firing a shot, then that's one more bullet we can save for Vermilion when the time comes. It helps us that the north is used to its autonomy compared to the rest of the Realm, even from the days dating back before The Silence. The Great Mellifluve ties the center of the Realm together and homogenizes its culture, but Fragrance, Rhapsody, and Radiance are not part of its watershed. The culture and identity of the north is uniquely our own. We can push that message to help encourage the formation of the Compact, and finally secure that clean break from Vermilion that the north has been looking for for so long."
Within minutes, everykirin present voted unanimously to proceed forward with the daunting canvassing operation. The Northern Compact would be made a reality.
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The kirin of the north deserve their independence from Vermilion!
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Harmonizing with Rhapsody's Rhapsody
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Sifting through one saved letter after another, Fickle Current again reviewed the correspondence between the NAKP and Rhapsody that had been assembled for his review. The matter was an important one, and it regularly kept him up late these past few days as he attempted to slowly convince the leadership of Rhapsody that its interests and the NAKP's interests were one in the same.
The short version of the matter was that Fragrance needed Rhapsody's cooperation to survive. Rhapsody was, to Fragrance's chagrin, Kiria's most prosperous city, and the addition of its population and industrial base to Fragrance's own would nearly double the might of the nascent Northern Compact. That was why it was so important that the plebiscite succeed in the city, but to guarantee its success, the NAKP would have to navigate around Rhapsody's political establishment. Despite how much the city had claimed to support The Way of Fire in its past and throughout The Silence, the kirin of Rhapsody had been fairly lax with their enforcement of the doctrines and edicts of The Silence, disagreeing with former Matriarch Noctilucent Charm's interpretation of Concord's will. This was largely due to its ruling system of religious courts and prosecutors, collectively known as its Procurate, which managed to appease Vermilion with its rulings and subsequently avoid enacting the harshest measures of The Silence. That same Procurate had only grown in strength since 903, and if the NAKP ever wanted to bring Rhapsody into its fold, it had to find some way to appease the Procurate.
But Fickle Current frowned as he read through the correspondence again. Was the Procurate really necessary? Rhapsody's citizenry was enlightened and very independent, and while they respected the Procurate, they frequently challenged it in court, unafraid to settle disputes over law and legal matters using its own courts against them. It left Current with an interesting dilemma, and two angles of attack that could possibly bring Rhapsody into the fold: did the NAKP attempt to appease the establishment and win over the Procurate's support, or appeal to the citizens of Rhapsody and put pressure on the Procurate to accept Fragrance's offer of unity from the bottom up?
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Appealing to Rhapsody's Procurate is the most direct approach.
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Let's make sure Rhapsody's citizens see that we have their best interests in mind.
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A Gateway to the Gateway
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Simple Survey scratched his chin as he reviewed the information the Working Group for Statistics and Analysis had gathered for the NAKP. The subject at hoof was the matter of pressuring Radiance and the Viridian Coast into joining the Northern Compact through the plebiscite. The scenario was an interesting one, as the two locales were quite different from each other. While the Viridian Coast featured a growing petit bourgeoisie fueled by the mingling of diaspora returnees, influential kirin from Rhapsody, and the local northerners that lived on its farms and fished off its coasts, Radiance was a hotspot for the returning diaspora, and the city that once served as the international Gateway to Vermilion was home to a rapidly growing middle class of traders, merchants, craftskirin, and other professionals. Given the NAKP's resources, it made sense to try and tailor its campaigning and canvassing efforts to either one group or the other. Simple Survey just had to decide which one to recommend to Chairkirin Current.
Snatching a pad of paper and a pencil, Survey started to sketch out a potential strategy for each locale. If the NAKP supported canvassing efforts targeted to the kirin of the Viridian Coast, they could champion the diverse background of the proud northerners that had turned the backwater into an important hub of wealth and productivity in the north, and have an easier time in garnering their support for the Northern Compact. Conversely, if the NAKP focused on Radiance, they could appeal directly to the moneyed, intelligent, and sensible diaspora settling throughout the city, and build a strong connection with the kirin living there based on their Equestrian and Griffonian sensibilities from their time spent abroad. Those kirin were the bread and butter of the NAKP: highly educated and wealthy kirin resistant to the superstitions of the peasants throughout the Realm. It only made sense to continue to appeal to the base, after all, but winning over Radiance at the expense of the common kirin of the north could lead to problems down the line.
But in the end, Simple Survey could only recommend one approach to the chairkirin. And that approach was...
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Appeal directly to northern exceptionalism in the Viridian Coast
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Appeal to our base and assure the diaspora in Radiance.
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Investing Capital
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Budgeting meetings were hardly glorious when Kiria existed in a state of chaos and fire, but they had to be done nevertheless. Fickle Current, who presided over the meeting as the NAKP's Chairkirin, reflected to himself how similar running a country and running a business were. Even when the nation was on fire and teetering on the brink of collapse, meetings and strategies still needed to be organized, just like in a company on the verge of bankruptcy.
But thankfully, the Northern Compact was on the ascendancy, not the decline, and these budgeting meetings had their focus on investing in the future rather than staving off immediate danger. Here in the meeting with him were three kirin: Simple Survey, the chief strategist from the Working Group for Statistics and Analysis; Cherry Blossom, Fragrance's mayor and the mare who had taken it upon herself to represent the interests of the other states in the north to the NAKP; and Dr. Ardent Bloom, the NAKP's chief economist who had one of the most influential voices in deciding how the party should spend its money. Each of the kirin was there to pitch their ideas for investing the NAKP's treasury, and Fickle Current heard them all in turn.
"A factory-dockyard complex in the Comely Cape will provide the Compact with long-term industrial output and economic growth," the strategist said. "If we're to survive tomorrow's challenges, we need to be adequately prepared."
"Infrastructure projects in the Comely Cape and Fragrance itself will be much more valuable, not only to our industry, but also to our citizens," Cherry Blossom countered. "Facilitating the ease of movement of goods and kirin from place to place is an investment we cannot look over."
"Why not take some of our development capital and invest it in the Griffonian and Equestrian markets?" Dr. Bloom asked. "There's plenty of gains to be made from investing in them, given the world situation. We just need to make sure we're investing in the victors of today's wars and not the losers."
They were all valid points, and Current knew none of the other kirin present would side with another's proposal over their own. He would have to make the final decision.
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Simple Survey is right; we need to invest in our industry.
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Cherry Blossom is right; we need to invest in our infrastructure.
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Dr. Bloom is right; we need to invest in foreign markets.
In 180 days, (+15.00K) File:Kirin coin texticon.png Gold Coins will be Deposited into the Party Treasury.
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Shoring Up the Homefront
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Mayor Cherry Blossom blew a breath of air out of the corner of her muzzle as she waited for Fickle Current's secretary to admit her to his office. It annoyed her deep down inside that this foreigner had taken such complete control of her city, even if she was still the mayor. She had been elected in the waning years of The Silence and had served Fragrance faithfully since then, but Fickle Current and his moneyed buddies quickly bought out any and all political power and influence in and around the city, leaving her playing second (or third, or fourth) fiddle to the returning diaspora. But he was making good on his promise to return Fragrance to its glory days, at the least; so long as he did that, she could tolerate the NAKP's stranglehold over her city for as long as she needed to.
The secretary finally announced Current was ready to see her, and Cherry Blossom opened the door to his office and stepped inside. The foreign-born kirin looked up from his desk at her, pushed some papers to the side, and held his forehooves together. "Mayor Blossom. To what do I owe the visit?"
"I'm here to give you some advice on your Plebiscite," she said, pulling over a seat and sitting down across the desk from him. "I know you and the NAKP have been campaigning very hard throughout the north to turn your dream of the Northern Compact into a reality, and I very much hope you succeed. But I fear that you're ignoring the kirin that support you here at home while you focus all your efforts abroad."
Fickle Current cocked his head at that. "And what do you mean by that? That the NAKP should invest in canvassing efforts in our home territory? The pollsters already show that they support the Northern Compact whole-heartedly, or at least well enough that we don't have to worry about losing their support."
"You might lose OUR support by ignoring this city and the surrounding countryside," Cherry Blossom retorted. "The kirin of Fragrance and throughout the Council of North Kiria could use some reminder of the NAKP's dedication to them. Campaigning funds could instead be spent on improving the quality of life of everykirin living in our little corner of the north, improving the health of the Council in the long term. Why waste money politicking when it could be used to help kirin instead?"
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Divert some funds toward improving our standard of living.
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Focus our funds on guaranteeing our people support the Northern Compact.
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Procuring the Procurate
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Though Fickle Current had arrived in Rhapsody on business, he indulged his inner tourist for a moment after stepping off of the train to take in the mountainous city's beautiful architecture. Colorful buildings and pagodas had been nestled among the mountain's slopes on terraced blocks, with carefully maintained cobblestone roads winding this way and that as the procession of NAKP kirin ascended from the train station to the massive temple sitting on the crown of the city. Perched high atop a massive terrace overlooking the rest of the city, the holiest of the Way of Fire temples in Kiria, and the home of Rhapsody's Procurate, looked every bit like a castle or palace watching over its citizens. That was fitting, Current felt; despite their religious pretense, Rhapsody's Procurate was a council dominated by priests just as politically and judicially shrewd as they were religiously devout.
His delegation was welcomed to the temple by young acolytes, and soon they found themselves standing in the middle of the chamber, where the priests and mystics of the Procurate sat in tall, high-backed chairs ringing the floor. They were all wizened kirin, and one old mare seated in the center looked old enough to have seen the beginning of The Silence with her own eyes. It was to this mare, Heavenly Fire, that the NAKP presented their gift of a priceless porcelain vase made to commemorate the first Matriarch Superior's ascension in the sixth century, and to whom Current laid out the NAKP's offer to admit Rhapsody into the Northern Compact.
After several minutes to talk and deliberate with her peers, Heavenly Fire fixed Current with coal-black eyes set in her wrinkled face. "Rhapsody holds no love for Vermilion after the debacle of the Grand Gallop Onward," she said, her voice wavering with age and effort. "The young Matriarch misunderstands Concord's will, like her mother before her. We believe that Fragrance offers a better path forward, and the Procurate is willing to join with the NAKP on one condition: that the criminals and thugs that call themselves the Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum never be allowed to step hoof in this city."
It was an odd request, but not an unexpected one. "The Order provides important services for our top members and most charitable donors," Current countered. "Sure, they may act in manners that the Procurate might deem unscrupulous, but those services are nevertheless invaluable."
"They are thugs and miscreants who operate outside of Concord's holy law," Heavenly Fire retorted, but Current could see he had piqued the interest of some of her peers. "I will not have them in this city."
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The Order will not operate within Rhapsody's city limits.
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How about a healthy investment from the NAKP to look the other way?
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If there was one thing that helped smooth over the exhausting and often frustrating work of drafting directives for the NAKP, it was doing that work over a meal with a friend. Fickle Current found himself doing just that with Ardent Bloom, the two kirin enjoying an afternoon ginseng oolong tea with a side of spring rolls and steamed dumplings as they pored over the Provisional Industrial Central Planning scheme that Current planned to introduce to the NAKP's next legislative session. But there was a sticking point, one that had driven the two kirin back and forth for the better part of an hour as they tried to reach an acceptable compromise.
"No, there is no way you can spin it that will make the trading houses happy," Ardent said with a resolute shake of his head. "Anything related to nationalization will only incense them. It violates the free market principles the NAKP is founded on. Don't forget that the trading houses and corporations have creaturehood status in the Council, and they have voices in its decision-making as well."
"As much as I support the rights of the corporations, they have to be willing to give back when asked. They can't take and take and take, and never expect to have to give every once in a while," Current said with a heavy sigh. "Our position is tenuous, and this is a matter of national wellbeing. The corporations need to direct their resources toward efforts that will forward our national security above all else if they even want to have a Kiria to invest in when all is said and done."
"Then if you want to get them onboard, you need to compromise," Ardent suggested. "Assure the corporations that any such nationalization measures are merely temporary, and allow them to exempt a portion of their assets if they are willing to purchase that exemption with a donation to the party. It's better than trying to chain them to the Council against their will and refuse to listen to their complaints. Don't forget that you need to respect their business interests; I wouldn't expect to stay on very long as Chairkirin of the NAKP if you incur their wrath."
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Our entire way of life is at stake. They will nationalize if I tell them to.
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We'll be lenient, so long as they're willing to pay for the difference.
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One Nation Under Concord?
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Fern Flare rarely got the opportunity to decide policy directly with Matriarch Superior Rain Shine, but unfortunately, the current situation demanded it. She found herself in Rain Shine's palace in Autumn's stead, and between Rain Shine's frazzled and decidedly less-than-divine appearance, and Winter Frost's frustrated, borderline furious expression, she felt like a fish out of water. But Autumn needed some time to rest and recover; the stress from trying and failing to hold Kiria together throughout the Grand Gallop Onward had taken a considerable toll on her, and crippling migraines left her barely able to stand up straight for more than an hour at a time. She only hoped her friend would get better in time; Premier material, Fern Flare knew she was not.
But the world stopped turning for nokirin, and there were still countless crises that needed to be resolved, with or without Autumn. The current one involved the plebiscite in Greater Providence orchestrated by that traitor, Fickle Current, and his cronies. It was an issue that had filled Winter Frost with a tempestuous rage, and today's meeting was no different. "That godless creature is trying to lure the faithful away from us," Winter spat. "This plebiscite of his is just an attempt to illegally and unlawfully steal our land and people from us. They try to weaken us further when we are already so fractured and weak. It can't be allowed to proceed."
"But it's democratic, isn't it?" Fern Flare countered. "The kirin of the north are still going to vote, and even if the kirin of Greater Providence don't share all our traditions and beliefs, I doubt we'll see them vote en masse to separate from Vermilion. Still, the NAKP wants to do this without bloodshed, and that gives us negotiating power to make it hard for the Plebiscite to succeed."
"How so?" Rain Shine asked. "I don't want any of Concord's subjects to die over this matter. If it can be done peacefully, then we should do it."
"We've had some contact with the NAKP over this issue," Fern Flare explained. "If we offer to accept a treaty with them making the Plebiscite legally binding, then we can pressure them to set the bar for secession at 75% of the vote in every state in Greater Providence. Once that's done, we can begin our own campaign to make sure they don't get the votes to reach that threshold."
"We do not negotiate with traitors," Winter said, frowning at Fern. Then she turned to Rain Shine. "Declare it illegal, and put an end to their subterfuge right here and now. Proclaim that we will never accept its results. It's the only way to keep the realm together."
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The event “Plebiscite of the Northern Compact” option “They have broken with Vermilion and now they want to lure away our loyal subjects?” |
The Plebiscite will be allowed to proceed, but on our terms.
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The Plebiscite is an illegal act; we shall never acknowledge its results.
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Legally Binding
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The news had been about as good as Fickle Current could have expected. After tentatively reaching out to Vermilion, the diplomatic arm of the NAKP had managed to secure the Matriarch's guarantee that Vermilion would recognize the legality of the Plebiscite and, if the NAKP could garner the votes, would allow the north to secede into the cultural union of Greater Providence. Current was less pleased about the threshold they had to meet: Vermilion would not recognize the Plebiscite as successful unless each and every state in Greater Providence voted to secede with 75% of the votes. It would be a tall task to reach that benchmark, but it was a goal they would strive for regardless.
Cypress Snow shared many of the same thoughts when Current informed him of Vermilion's decision. "They may think they've stolen a base on us, but the game's not over yet," he said as the two lounged in Current's office. "But it's nothing money can't fix, and money is something we know how to scrape together like nokirin's business. I think it's doable; we just have to put our backs into it, is all."
"My thoughts exactly," Current said, and his magic pulled out a bottle of vintage rice wine he'd ordered to celebrate. Pouring two glasses, he passed one to Cypress, who took it in his own magic. "But we might as well celebrate our successes before we get back to work, no matter how small, right?"
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The event “One Nation Under Concord?” option “The Plebiscite will be allowed to proceed, but on our terms.” |
To the freedom and prosperity of Greater Providence!
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Legal Challenges
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Fickle Current had been hoping for better news from the NAKP's diplomatic arm, but the report he received on the negotiations in Vermilion was disappointing. Though the NAKP had tried to dispatch kirin to Vermilion to pressure the Matriarch into recognizing the Plebiscite as a legally-binding vote, Rain Shine had issued a response condemning the Plebiscite and refusing to acknowledge the results of any vote to secede from the Realm. That put the NAKP in a bind; how could they claim to be offering the kirin of Greater Providence a chance to join Fragrance in their own nation without shedding blood if Vermilion refused to recognize the vote?
When he shared his concerns with Cypress Snow, the elder kirin and his former mentor merely shook his head. "Vermilion may not recognize the vote on paper, but they will have to recognize the will of their people should we make it clear to them," he said. "If there is an overwhelmingly large margin of votes to join Fragrance, Vermilion will have no choice but to respect the vote or else risk having a revolt on their hooves."
Current raised an eyebrow. "Overwhelmingly? What vote do you imagine by that?"
"Nothing short of 80% I feel," Cypress answered. "That much popular support would trigger the secession of those states, regardless of what Vermilion or their local leaders feel. But the level of support has to be the same, or higher, everywhere; no state is likely to be bold enough to make the first move if they're uncertain the rest of the north will follow them to Fragrance."
"And if we don't hit that mark?" Fickle Current asked. "If we're short of it by about 10 or 15%, say 65%, then the referendum is disputed. Both sides will feel vindicated by the outcome. It might come to blows anyway."
"Which Vermilion doesn't realize," Cypress said, disgustedly shaking his head. "They've created a powder keg in the north, and nokirin can back down. We tried to give them the easy way out, but they refused. Well, you know what they say; you reap what you sow."
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The event “One Nation Under Concord?” option “The Plebiscite is an illegal act; we shall never acknowledge its results.” |
But did we sow death or unity?
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The Outcome of the Plebiscite
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The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
- Country flag KIR_KIS_chose_option_respect_outcome is set
- Hour by hour, the results of the Plebiscite made their way to Fragrance, zipping along the telegraph lines that had been erected throughout Greater Providence at the onset of the Grand Gallop Onward, or being broadcasted throughout Kiria by radio stations. Hour by hour, overwhelming votes in favor of secession tallied up throughout the north, slowly assuaging the fears of the NAKP staff that had gathered around the radios to listen to the results being broadcast through Fragrance. It took three days for the last of the votes to come out of the tiniest villages throughout the north, and in some places the final vote rested on a knife's edge in favor of secession, but it was soon official. Four out of every five kirin in Greater Providence voted to turn their backs on Vermilion and join Fragrance, and perhaps to the surprise of many, Vermilion relented without a fight. All the Matriarch asked for was thirty days to finalize the cessation of government activities in Greater Providence and to withdraw local authorities, and then the north would be squarely under Fragrance's jurisdiction.
When the news broke the following morning, jubilant kirin took to the streets in celebration, hanging banners, flying flags, and singing songs. Finally separated from the misguided and selfish kirin in Vermilion that had ruined their city a century ago, the kirin of Fragrance were finally free, and finally able to share that freedom with the rest of Greater Providence. All throughout the north, kirin organized impromptu parades and celebrated the final outcome, while the NAKP declared a week of celebration and marked the day as the day of Greater Providence's official independence from Vermilion. For Fickle Current, it was the culmination of a hard-fought struggle, but only the latest high point in his short time as Chairkirin of the NAKP. And when he entered the dining hall to thunderous applause at the feast he organized in 88 Chrysanthemum Plaza, he knew that his tenure as Chairkirin would be one history would remember forever.
The following description is used if:
- At least one of the following is true:
- Country flag KIR_KIS_chose_option_reject_outcome is set
- None of:
- Country flag KIR_KIS_chose_option_respect_outcome is set
- Value of variable KIS.KIS_plebiscite_average_popular_support is greater than or equals 80
- Hour by hour, the results of the illegal Plebiscite made their way to Fragrance, zipping along the telegraph lines that had been erected throughout Greater Providence at the onset of the Grand Gallop Onward, or being broadcasted throughout Kiria by radio stations. Hour by hour, overwhelming votes in favor of secession tallied up throughout the north, slowly building up the strength and resiliency of a movement for independence that Vermilion had hoped to suppress. Though success of the Plebiscite balanced on a knife's edge for three days, soon the overwhelming support for secession coming out of Greater Providence proved that Vermilion held no sway over the north, and there was little they could do to cling onto it.
Then the speeches and declarations of secession began to roll in across the radio. Local authorities pledged their allegiance to Fragrance, and those that didn't were chased out of town by the local populations determined to split with Vermilion. Even Rhapsody's Chief Magistrate of the Procurate, Priestess Heavenly Fire, made a brief statement on the radio announcing that the kirin of Rhapsody have spoken, and the city would lead the rest of Greater Providence in joining with Fragrance in the interests of protecting their unique cultural identity, an identity not shared by the kirin along the many branches and tributaries of the Great Mellifluve. Though Vermilion protested, and Matriarch Rain Shine read a statement saying that she and Concord did not recognize the results of the vote, Vermilion made no move to suppress the movement by force. After all, what could they hope to accomplish when popular opinion was so heavily weighted against them?
When the news broke the following morning, jubilant kirin took to the streets in celebration, hanging banners, flying flags, and singing songs. Finally separated from the misguided and selfish kirin in Vermilion that had ruined their city a century ago, the kirin of Fragrance were finally free, and finally able to share that freedom with the rest of Greater Providence. All throughout the north, kirin organized impromptu parades and celebrated the final outcome, while the NAKP declared a week of celebration and marked the day as the day of Greater Providence's official independence from Vermilion. For Fickle Current, it was the culmination of a hard-fought struggle, but only the latest high point in his short time as Chairkirin of the NAKP. And when he entered the dining hall to thunderous applause at the feast he organized in 88 Chrysanthemum Plaza, he knew that his tenure as Chairkirin would be one history would remember forever.
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- At least one of the following is true:
- Country flag KIR_KIS_chose_option_reject_outcome is set
- None of:
- Country flag KIR_KIS_chose_option_respect_outcome is set
- Value of variable KIS.KIS_plebiscite_average_popular_support is less than 65
- Hour by hour, the results of the illegal Plebiscite made their way to Fragrance, zipping along the telegraph lines that had been erected throughout Greater Providence at the onset of the Grand Gallop Onward, or being broadcasted throughout Kiria by radio stations. But hour by hour, the situation in the NAKP's war room grew more grim and desperate. Sure, it looked like they were likely to score majorities for secession in several states throughout Greater Providence, but not by the margins they had hoped. It seemed that the kirin of the north were hesitant to break with Vermilion, and when all the votes were finished, it became clear that the dreams of the Northern Compact were dead on arrival. Without an overwhelming majority, no states would break with Vermilion and join with Fragrance in its march to the future.
While Vermilion crowed in victory, angry hooves were pointed in 88 Chrysanthemum Plaza as the NAKP tried to come to terms with the defeat and find somekirin to blame. Unfortunately for Fickle Current, his position as Chairkirin of the NAKP meant most hooves pointed at him. By the time he angrily stormed out of the NAKP's war room, he was infuriated and embittered, and beginning to feel vulnerable. All the speeches, all the crowds, his visits to Rhapsody and Radiance... how could they have been so impressive in person and come to so little at the polls?
It would likely take time to find the answer, but that was hardly a comforting thought. Fragrance's dreams of a unified Greater Providence to stand up to Vermilion were over. It was all he could do now to stave off the entropy and hold the city together for as long as he could in the hopes that another opportunity would come Fragrance's way. The Council of North Kiria would survive. Failure was not an option.
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- At least one of the following is true:
- Country flag KIR_KIS_chose_option_reject_outcome is set
- None of:
- Country flag KIR_KIS_chose_option_respect_outcome is set
- Value of variable KIS.KIS_plebiscite_average_popular_support is less than 80
- Value of variable KIS.KIS_plebiscite_average_popular_support is greater than or equals 65
- Hour by hour, the results of the illegal Plebiscite made their way to Fragrance, zipping along the telegraph lines that had been erected throughout Greater Providence at the onset of the Grand Gallop Onward, or being broadcasted throughout Kiria by radio stations. But as they trickled in, it became clear that the Plebiscite was far from over. Though the NAKP had secured large margins throughout the north, with many states voting for secession by 65%, 70%, or even 75% in some places, they failed to achieve the overwhelming margins they had hoped for. But those margins didn't mean defeat; the dream of a free Greater Providence was still alive, and Vermilion would struggle to justify continuing to cling onto provinces where three out of every four kirin desired freedom.
While Vermilion attempted to claim victory, citing that there were still enough kirin in the north loyal to the Matriarch that it would be heartless to abandon them to Fragrance, the NAKP gathered for an emergency meeting over how to proceed. Fickle Current quickly made the NAKP's official position clear to everykirin present. "We cannot back down now," he stated, slamming a hoof on the table. "Not only did we secure a majority of the votes, we secured a supermajority. Vermilion cannot ignore this, and neither can we. Our only way forward is a simple one: we must be prepared to fight Vermilion to protect the kirin of Greater Providence. We shall give Vermilion one last chance to back down, one final ultimatum to answer. And if still they refuse to yield, then it leaves us with no choice. We shall have war, and the Matriarch will know that it was she who caused blood to be shed."
There was no deliberation, no discussion amongst party leadership. Within a few minutes, Fickle Current had secured a unanimous vote on issuing Vermilion one final ultimatum. The pieces had been set, and the NAKP had taken its seat at the table. Only time would tell if Vermilion would forfeit or play this dangerous game.''
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Option conditions
Greater Providence is free! We did it!
The kirin of the north have spoken! Vermilion rules us no longer!
Fragrance will survive this setback. We have to!
Vermilion will grant the north freedom, or we will make them bleed!
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The Northern Ultimatum
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The telegram arrived a day before the messenger, but the messenger from Fragrance left little doubt that Fickle Current and the NAKP were serious in their demands. Despite Matriarch Superior Rain Shine declaring the Plebiscite illegal and unlawful, the NAKP had organized the vote anyway, and they had claimed victory in the polls, though it was naturally far more complicated than that. Though enough kirin had voted in favor of secession to claim a supermajority of votes, at least a quarter of the votes cast throughout the north were in opposition to the idea of a Northern Compact, and instead longed to stay connected with Vermilion. And the rights of those kirin, no matter that they were in the majority, needed to be protected.
But could Vermilion afford to protect them? That was something Fern Flare and Rain Shine struggled to answer as they tried to formulate a response to the ultimatum. The conflict with the Rising Fire in the west left Vermilion stretched thin enough as it was. Could they afford to divert resources and banners to the north if they refused Current's ultimatum and the NAKP pressed forward with war? And what of the kirin who voted for secession? Even if the NAKP lost and Fragrance was humbled, would they see the banners marching through their cities as Vermilion's authority reasserted in the north, or as the conquering armies of a foreign nation? How could they afford to keep the north integrated into the realm if it was conquered, not restored?
"What do we do?" Rain Shine asked Fern Flare, pain in her voice. The prospect of fighting more of her subjects hurt her more deeply than any wound ever could. But Kiria could ill-afford to lose Rhapsody and Radiance, two of its most important cities and industrial centers. It would cripple them in a way from which they might never recover.
In that moment, Fern Flare wished that Autumn Blaze was here, so that she did not have to make the decision that could lead to more suffering in Kiria in the Premier's stead.
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The event “The Outcome of the Plebiscite” option “Vermilion will grant the north freedom, or we will make them bleed!” |
We cannot afford to fight Fickle Current as well as Rising Sun. They can have the north.
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We cannot afford to weaken ourselves any further. If we must fight, then so be it.
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Radio Free Kiria
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Cypress Snow regarded the kirin in front of him with studious scrutiny. The kirin, a mare by the name of Springtime Sonnet, was unlike the majority of the diaspora that had returned to Fragrance over the years. While most of the kirin who returned to Kiria were from Griffonia, Springtime was from Equestria, and most kirin families that had immigrated to Equestria had found life enjoyable enough there to find little reason to leave. But Springtime had left a comfy position as a broadcasting executive in Fillydelphia to help organize the NAKP's new broadcasting stations in Fragrance, and had specifically requested blocks of air time during the afternoon and evening to use as she saw fit. That was what Cypress has summoned her to his office to discuss today; after all, the radio was one of the NAKP's most invaluable tools on properly educating and informing the kirin of Fragrance, and it wouldn't do to have anything undermine its unified message.
"Radio Free Kiria," Springtime explained, "can be far more than just a tool of the NAKP. In fact, it needs to be if you want it to not only become successful, but profitable as well."
That raised Cypress' eyebrow. "Successful and profitable? It's already successful enough as it is. The news broadcasts, the talk shows, the educational programming—all of it is carefully curated to advance the official party stances of the NAKP. If it does that, then it serves its purpose of furthering our goals in the long-term."
"For all your talk of free markets and self-regulation, you can be very hypocritical when it comes down to it, can't you?" Springtime rolled her eyes. "Here's my suggestion: allow independent broadcasters to purchase air time on the RFK's stations to air whatever they feel like. The NAKP will still, of course, maintain exclusive rights over the primetime hours, and nothing has to be cut from its programming to make room for this. That's why I reserved select hours for my own use when I helped set the system up: to hold them for independent broadcasting, free from NAKP censors. Within a month, the kirin of Fragrance and beyond will determine what gets broadcasted by consumer taste, and the ethos of supply and demand that the NAKP champions so fiercely. Sure, there may be some kirin with differing views who purchase air time, but the kirin who listen to the RFK will help the market to regulate their access and message to the realm. I see only positives from opening up the air waves in such a manner. How about you?"
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The free marketplace of ideas will sort out any problematic content itself.
AI logic:
A little extra money isn't worth giving subversive elements a voice.
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An Awkward Encounter
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Heavenly Fire, Chief Magistrate of Rhapsody's Divine and Blessed Procurate, watched the scene unfolding in front of the Procurate's grand monastery with a wizened look of bemusement. Rhapsody stood at the center of the Plebiscite as the shining jewel of the Greater Providence region, and as such, both the NAKP and Vermilion loyalists had campaigned hard to sway the votes of the kirin living in the city. That, of course, meant that prominent figures from both sides were regular fixtures in the city, but it seemed like nokirin except for her had the foresight to imagine what would happen if Fickle Current and Matriarch Superior Rain Shine crossed paths in the city. And it was a good thing she had imagined such a possibility, because it was happening right before her eyes.
On one side of the monastery's great courtyard stood Fickle Current, surrounded by his NAKP cronies and rank and file members who were more than willing to engage in mob violence if their Chairkirin demanded it; on the other, Rain Shine and several mystics and diplomats from Vermilion stood in the center of a ring of disciplined Banner soldiers, outnumbered by the NAKP's side but more than willing to rise to the challenge in the defense of their Matriarch. Between them, Heavenly Fire had directed Rhapsody's Guards Vigilant to keep the two parties separated lest somekirin do something everykirin would soon regret. And with a crowd gathered around the perimeter and growing by the minute, Heavenly knew that the news of what happened here today would very quickly spread its way across Kiria and then throughout the world like an uncontrollable wildfire.
Still, she sensed an opportunity for a bit of showmareship that would benefit Rhapsody by bringing even more attention to her city, and so she dispatched acolytes to both sides with a modest proposal. It didn't take long before they returned to her with the responses of each side, and she allowed herself a small smile through chapped lips on her wrinkled muzzle. She issued one last command, and soon, several more acolytes brought out a beautiful zitan wood table and a pair of matching chairs. They positioned them under a great sandalwood tree in the middle of the courtyard, and soon Rain Shine and Fickle Current emerged from their respective crowds to meet in the middle. Then, they sat down, and with scribes standing nearby to write down every word, they each began to debate their stances on the Plebiscite.
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This will be the debate of the century!
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The Debate of the Century
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There was no form to the debate, no structure to adhere to; the conversation that arose between Fragrance's exceptionally educated, traveled, and shrewd businesskirin and Vermilion's reserved, cloistered, yet keen divine avatar of Concord took some time to find its hoofing, but once the smalltalk was out of the way, both kirin dived into the matter at hoof. Both delivered versions of the remarks they had campaigned to the kirin of Greater Providence, with Fickle Current emphasizing the cultural differences and distinctions between the kirin north of the Great Mellifluve watershed and those within it, while Rain Shine hammed home the basic fact that they were all kirin, and unlike those who had been led astray in the west, devotion to Concord and The Way of Fire was as strong a unifying force as any throughout the Realm of Kiria. But it wasn't until almost a solid hour of patient back-and-forth, of position, jab, and deflection, that Rain Shine found an opening to gain the upper hoof in the debate.
After whittling away at Current's defenses by pressuring him into explaining what the kirin of his ancestral homeland meant to him when he had been born in distant Griffonia, Rain Shine immediately seized on Current turning the question back on her, and her lips curled into a pleased smirk before softening into a mother's caring smile. "No matter what happens in this vote, all the citizens of Kiria will be my precious Kirin. I think it is no secret to anykirin present that every day I watch my beloved Realm tearing itself apart with war and ideology is another day that I quietly suffer at the thought of the misery my subjects are forced to endure. Kiria, I love you; nocreature in the world can deny that. My love for you will always be firm and unconditional, and if the kirin of the north seek to part ways with me, I am willing to let you go. I do not wish to force anykirin into something they do not wish to be a part of. Sometimes love means letting your children find their own way in life. I only ask that you ask yourselves if this is what you really want, if you really want to part ways with me. Do not let anykirin else tell you what you should think or what you should believe; only ask yourself if you share their beliefs, and you agree that they have your best interests in mind. And only then, I feel, will you be able to make a decision that you can live with, not one that you made simply because you were pressured to do so."
The look on Fickle Current's face told her everything she needed to know, and the applause from the gathered crowd was proof that her riposte had hit her mark. Though Current was quick to try and dismiss her speech as just a veiled attempt to guilt kirin into staying with Vermilion, Rain Shine knew it would be her words, and not Current's, that would be broadcast throughout the Realm in the days to come.
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Option conditions
Rain Shine has reminded Kiria why she is Concord's avatar.
The propaganda team is going to have to work overtime to fix this mess...
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The Modern Providence
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It was a perfect day for tea with a friend, Mayflower Bloom thought to herself. She and her friend, River Lily, sat by the window in one of Rhapsody's many, many teahouses, the bright and sunny day making a picturesque backdrop over the rolling hills and slopes descending from the city down to the coast. The teahouse was alive with chatter from its many patrons, and River did enough talking for two; apart from positing a question or leaving a comment here or there, Mayflower was free to enjoy her tea as she listened.
The radio in the corner of the teahouse crackled to life with the fanfare heralding an announcement from the NAKP, and the teahouse grew quieter as kirin stopped their conversations to listen to what it had to say. When the music was finally over, a mare's voice jumped on the airwaves, lightly colored with static from the distant transmission. "Modernisation! It's what the NAKP stands for!" the voice said, full of energy and pride. "While the rest of the Realm languishes in yesterday, the NAKP is driving Greater Providence forward into the world of tomorrow! That's why Chairkirin Fickle Current signed the Three Moderns program to accelerate the renewal of our society. And just what are these 'Three Moderns', you might be asking yourself? Well, it's simple: modern industry, modern society, and modern Providence. Under Chairkirin Current's ambitious program, the NAKP will strive to expand our industry, transform our society, and create a new Greater Providence that will be the envy of the world!
"But he can't do it alone!" the mare continued. "He needs your help to make it happen! That's why the Chairkirin is asking for every patriotic mare, stallion, and foal to make a donation to their local party branches. Modernising Providence is a daunting task, but with your contributions, we can bring our dreams a little closer to reality! So what are you waiting for, my fellow patriots? Support the NAKP today!"
The announcement concluded with some more music, and River turned back to Mayflower with a sparkle in her eyes. "The NAKP does so much for us," she said. "We should try to return the favor. Say... didn't you say that you have family helping them out in Fragrance? You're a scientist! You should join them, too!"
Mayflower thought about it for a moment. Her cousin was one of the NAKP's top economists; maybe he'd be able to land her a job? "It's worth a try," Mayflower said. "I'd love to see what I'd be able to accomplish with the NAKP's resources..."
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A modern Providence will need the best!
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The Enlightenment of the NAKP
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Fickle Current waited patiently as the rest of the kirin of the NAKP's Executive Council read the proposal he had drafted, a cup of Abyssinian coffee steaming on the table by his idle hooves. He could tell by the mixture of expressions on the board's faces that what he proposing elicited interest, disgust, and a little bit of everything in between. When he decided that he'd given them enough time to gather the general gist of the document, he interrupted them with the explanation he'd spent the previous night perfecting. "We can hardly claim to be a modern and cosmopolitan future for Kiria if we do not embrace the trappings of enfranchisement," he announced, tapping his hooves together. "The Realm as it stands is entangled in religious-fundamentalism and superstition. The many priests and mystics of The Way of Fire hold disproportionate sway over the common kirin, and when one backs their teachings with the will of a supreme being, the populace becomes a very stupid beast to control. But if we introduce the right to vote to the kirin of the Realm, empower them with the notion that their beliefs can change the world, we accomplish two goals: we strip power away from the priests that govern the Realm, and we give our people a stake in their government, investing them in its defence in a way we could never accomplish before."
"But what if subversive voices gain sway?" one of the kirin sitting at the table asked. "Dissent could amplify like never before, and even in a victory at the polls, large minority could spell a catastrophic blow to the legitimacy of the majority."
"Which is why enfranchisement will be limited," Fickle Current explained. "Local and regional positions are the most visible to the populace but the least impactful on national policy; we shall let them have as much say at the local level as they want. But positions in the upper echelons of the NAKP will require party membership to vote on and run for, and the Executive Council will be our tool to control. I've had some clerks hard at work codifying its rules; so far, the first draft is as thick as a phonebook. Nokirin will ever be able to read it front to back and figure out how it works. That gives us leeway to maintain our grip on the country's policy. Please feel free to read it if you like, but I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. Wealth, above everything else, still determines the makeup of the Council."
The rest of the councilkirin slowly nodded, satisfied, and Fickle felt a smile curl the corners of his lips. What he neglected to mention was that he codified the powers of the Chairkirin to directly appoint three out of the ten seats on the Executive Council and remove them at will. Power like that would all but ensure his grip on the NAKP would remain unchallenged.
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Power to the people means greater power to the privileged.
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Putting Order in the Order
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Fickle Current regarded the kirin in her neatly pressed uniform and shined boots in front of him with a stern frown. "Are you going to let me finish?" he barked at her, his patience well-past the point of wearing thin.
"I won't be lectured by a suit on how to run the Order," the mare spat back at him. "How much fighting have you done in your life, Chairkirin? Leave the management of the Order to the professionals."
"Are you a professional, Tempered Steel?" Current asked her, an eyebrow raising. "As far as your record goes, you're a mercenary who took the chance the NAKP offered you to make your own paramilitary militia. That is why I'm requesting that you acquiescence with the Executive Council's latest decree. The Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum is an invaluable tool to the NAKP; it allows us to enforce our will where regular soldiers aren't suited. What I want to do is take it to the next level. We will reform it into a proper paramilitary formation with its own strict military hierarchy, induction requirements based on donation, and mandated military training in tactics and logistics for all of its officers. I will not have wealthy civilian soldiers who will spend a Saturday afternoon ordering their own brigade of armed soldiers about as they please, but a disciplined, drilled, and dedicated fighting force ready to answer the beck and call of the NAKP. These reforms will require some pruning of the unsavory elements of the Order, but rest assured, you will remain its leader, and you will only answer to the Chairkirin, who happens to be standing right in front of you. I'll even authorize some funds to use at your discretion to kickstart these reforms. Does that sound agreeable to you, commander, or shall I find somekirin else to lead my new Order?"
After a moment, Tempered Steel blinked, awkwardly chuckled, and scratched her hoof against her opposite foreleg. "Uh... yeah, actually, now that you say it outland. I've always been looking forward to taking the next step. The Order has so much more to offer the NAKP. I merely assumed that you were confronting me about the Orders, well, less-than-legal 'trading' business."
"Your smuggling runs?" This time it was Current's turn to smirk. "Who do you think signs off on the shipping manifests when they enter Fragrance's markets? Who do you think frees up cargo space on our chartered ships for a little extra room in the hold when they travel to Skyfall? One way or another, that money makes its way into Fragrance's economy... and there's nothing wrong with that, now is there?"
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You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, you know?
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The Assembly's Allowance
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The representatives trickled in from all throughout the northern reaches of the Realm of Kiria, from the land that was de facto under the control of the NAKP. They all made the pilgrimage from their towns and villages to Fragrance, where they gathered in the city's grand town hall to conduct their business. The chamber floor was a little too small for everykirin present, but they made do nonetheless, as no kirin was willing to miss out on the first gathering of the Assembly of North Kiria just to get a little more personal space.
They were kirin from society's upper echelons, whether they be business owners, wealthy donors, or influential spiritual leaders, and they had all been elected by the kirin of the towns they represented. But they all had one thing in common, even beyond that: they were all present by the good graces of the NAKP, which had actively campaigned on their behalf to their constituents as a reward for adhering to the party dogma. This week, the NAKP had summoned them all to Fragrance to discuss the state of the northern Realm under Fragrance's dominion, and they would spend the rest of the week identifying problems and proposing solutions to the party leadership, which would eventually take them up the chain of command to the Executive Council and the Chairkirin, provided that their resolutions were deemed important enough to take time out of those kirins' busy schedules to address them.
But independent of that, the NAKP had also placed a measure on the Assembly for it to address itself. The matter concerned how to utilize the budget the NAKP was willing to dedicate for the Assembly to use to address the nation's problems, now and in the future. Three camps very swiftly formed in the hours of debate that were consumed by this one topic. The first proposed to use the money to repair the damage from the unrest and turmoil of the civil war, improving the quality of life for kirin throughout the north and minimizing the disruption of the ongoing conflict. The second suggested instead on using the money to bolster the military to better provide for the protection of their citizens and quell any unrest from subversive activities. The third and final group suggested instead to use this money to invest in the functions of the Assembly in the future, arguing that wise investment would allow the Assembly to become independent of NAKP funding and allow it to address a wider range of problems in the future.
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We must build Kiria back, bigger and better than before.
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We must protect the north from all who would threaten us.
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We must gain financial independence from the NAKP to better do our jobs.
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Standing Together, Separately
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The meeting thus far had been far smoother than either Fern Flare or Fickle Current had imagined it would be. Tense, certainly, but quite smooth, all things considered. Fern had been surprised Current had made the pilgrimage to Vermilion to seek reconciliation between the Kirin capital and Fragrance, and Current had been surprised to find Autumn's closest advisor serving in her stead as Premier of Kiria. Perhaps both kirin had been most surprised about how willing the other side had been to reach an agreement to slowly stitch Fragrance back into the Realm.
"If I may ask... why?" Fern Flare abruptly questioned, interrupting the minutiae of hashing out a treaty of cooperation and friendship between Vermilion and Fragrance. "When the Grand Gallop Onward fell apart, you and all of your cronies fled Vermilion and cleaved the north off of the Matriarch's realm. And now you want to come back?"
"It's more complicated than you would think," Current said, following a moment's hesitation. "The kirin of Greater Providence want many things, but war with Vermilion is not one of them. The Matriarch Superior is, and always will be, our spiritual leader and unifying icon. Making war against her is a cultural blasphemy that not even a century of living in Griffonia can shake from us in the Diaspora. On top of that, war is only profitable if you're a third party, not if your lives are being lost and your infrastructure ruined in vicious fighting. But, perhaps most importantly, the potential for a future Kiria dominated by the Rising Fire is a thought none of us can bear."
He sighed, and he loosened his tie with a tug of magic. "Personally, I feel many of my colleagues in the upper echelons of the NAKP have lost their nerve. For all their bluster and bravado, war is not something they wanted to entertain having only recently returned to our homeland. But if we work with Vermilion, and offer all the resources we have at our disposal, we should be able to crush these heretics before it becomes deadly enough to be called a war."
"I hope so, too," Fern Flare agreed. "It's been centuries since kirin have fought kirin like this. Hopefully by working together, we can keep this from getting any worse."
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Better the enemy we know than the one we don't.
There's still hope the Realm can come together again.
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Independence Without Fanfare
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Chairkirin Fickle Current stood by the window in the boardroom, choosing instead to look outside at the sprawling city of Fragrance while the rest of the NAKP's executive council reviewed the final draft for Fragrance's impending declaration of independence from Vermilion's rule. It was a gray day: the clouds were gray, the streets were gray, the buildings were gray, even the mood was gray. There was no rain, and barely a whisper of wind, but the air hung heavy with what might have been, and what had been avoided.
It was a necessary step; of that, Current had no doubt. Fragrance and the natives of Greater Providence had been allowed to declare their de facto independence from Vermilion, in exchange for curbing the ambitions of the NAKP and respecting the right of Vermilion's rule over the Realm of Kiria. There were many in the party who longed for a war of domination over Vermilion, but more reasonable voices had correctly concluded that war would be a risky endeavor more expensive than it was worth pursuing. Instead, Fragrance was to join Vermilion in crushing the heretic threat in the west, and could now devote its resources toward domestic projects. One dream that could still be realized was the cultivation of the distinct kirin cultural identity of Greater Providence, that domain that existed north of the Great Mellifluve's watershed. It could let Fragrance chart a new course for the future, one that recognized the needs and attitudes of the kirin of the north, rather than subordinating them to the whims of Vermilion in the south. The clouds were gray, but instead of rain, maybe they would break up and let in some sunlight...
When the matter was settled, another proposal was raised by one of the executives: would Vermilion appreciate a gift of materiel aid to soften the blow? If Fragrance could spare guns and other war equipment, it might smooth the declaration over with Vermilion. After all, it wouldn't do to try to cooperate to destroy the heretics but always looking over one's shoulder for a knife in the back...
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Vermilion has never come to our aid. They're indebted to us as is.
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The Rising Fire threat goes beyond old history. Send them what we can.
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Hardly Relaxing
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It took Fern Flare little difficulty to track Autumn Blaze down with the latest news from Fragrance. Her close friend, though still officially Kiria's Premier, could either be found in one of two places: her residence in Vermilion, or in the hot springs near the palace. Today, the mare was in the latter, sitting in a spring in a quiet corner of the bathing area up to her shoulders in the hot water. When Fern announced her presence with a quiet cough, Autumn flinched, but upon recognizing her friend, she relaxed slightly, if not by much. "Are you here to join me, Fern?" Autumn asked. "Or is it about my... job."
She shuddered as she said the last word, and it hurt Fern to see her feel nothing but worry and dismay about the role she'd once taken so enthusiastically to. Hopefully that would resolve itself in time, but Kiria could ill-afford to wait until Autumn pulled herself together. "The NAKP issued a declaration of its independence yesterday," Fern informed her. "It was a simple statement, not quite as bombastic as many of us thought it was going to be. But it means the same, with or without pomp. Fragrance refuses to take orders from Vermilion anymore."
Autumn sighed and sank deeper into the water, until the steamy water lapped at the bottom of her muzzle. "Anything else?" she muttered, refusing or unable to look Fern in the eyes.
"They... offered us weapons and supplies to help stabilize the Realm," Fern said. "Fragrance wants to see a stable and safe Vermilion. It's better for business that way. They wouldn't get any business with the Rising Fire, after all. What should we tell them?"
Fern could tell that Autumn wanted nothing more than to slip beneath the waters and stay there as long as she could, but both kirin knew Fern would still be waiting for her answer when she resurfaced. "I'm tempted to refuse," Autumn admitted. "Fickle Current betraying us put Vermilion in such dire straits to begin with. And now he wants to make it up to us with guns? They're part of the problem, and their generosity isn't the solution. But..." she sighed again. "Can we really afford to spurn generosity at this point?"
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The event “Independence Without Fanfare” option “The Rising Fire threat goes beyond old history. Send them what we can.” |
We need everything we can get, even from those who betrayed us once.
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Fickle Current's gifts are always poisoned. We refuse.
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Kiria Refuses Our Gifts
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Vermilion officially responded to our offers of providing them equipment and material with a polite declination. Why Vermilion would repudiate our gifts is anykirin's guess, but it likely has to deal with the tense issue surrounding our secession. Premier Autumn Blaze supposedly feels betrayed by our secession from Vermilion's authority, and any recognition of our gift could be seen as tacit recognition of the legitimacy of our independence. Whatever their reasons, Chairkirin Fickle Current has already taken steps to make sure that this equipment doesn't go to waste.
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The event “Hardly Relaxing” option “Fickle Current's gifts are always poisoned. We refuse.” |
At least we've avoided war with Vermilion.
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Trickle Down or Well Up?
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Fickle Current considered himself a shrewd businesskirin, but even he had to admit that he wasn't the most skilled at manipulating numbers. The NAKP's chief economist, on the other hoof, was practically a wizard when it came to Fragrance's finances. Dr. Ardent Bloom's office was filled with boxes stuffed with reams of finance records, economy predictions, and more business dealings than one could shake a stick at. He was also certain that countless under the table agreements were written down on paper somewhere in Dr. Bloom's cluttered office, the kind that had the potential to bankrupt even the most powerful of the trading houses. How he kept it all under control was beyond him.
But he hadn't gone to see the economist just to comment on his office clutter. Instead, he had gone to him for advice. "The legal teams are working on codifying the laws of our independence, and making our statement a reality," Current explained to the doctor, who watched him with polite interest but kept a pen scratching away at a piece of paper with his magic all the while. "But if we're going to proclaim our independence, then we need to do something to make it mean something real to the kirin of Greater Providence. We need to embark on renewed industrialization efforts, pick up the pieces from Vermilion's failed experiment. You know the financial situation of the NAKP better than anykirin. What's your recommendation?"
"Depends on how ambitious you are," Ardent Bloom answered him, and his magic collected a few folders from different boxes around his office. He spread them out before Current, though he continued to talk while Current leafed through their contents. "The free market is a wonderful thing, and it follows the money regardless of where it leads. Industrializing the north will be profitable... eventually. Companies will make safe investments in new industry, and when those labors bear fruit, they'll reinvest it back into the economy. This trickle down effect will achieve a powerful industrial base in time. But, if you're willing to offer them incentives, they'll happily take more risks and speed things up a little. The best way to get a corporation whose sole function is to turn profits for its shareholders to take a risk is to let them do it on somekirin else's credit. Question is... are you willing to give them your letter of credit?"
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The NAKP will offer incentives to speed things up.
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We'll get the best return on our investment by staying patient.
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Fragmented Growth
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Fickle Current was swiftly growing to loathe puzzles. Assembling a functional state following its severance from the host nation was like trying to assemble a colossal jigsaw puzzle, only to find out that half of the pieces were in another box. It took trial and error to find which pieces matched with each other, but with the additional threat that he could only try so many times before the pieces broke and the picture would forever be tarnished, if it was even completed it all.
His current issue was one that required a delicate touch and a couple dozen more jigsaw pieces to painstakingly fit into the puzzle. Greater Providence was a patchwork of regions and subdivisions, each with their own government, laws, and civil bodies, shackled to unique cultural quirks and differing economic drivers. Applying one broad policy over such a patchwork of states would likely be beneficial to some and detrimental to others, and the disparity could hamper the effectiveness of the measure at large. Instead, the best way forward was to rely on and encourage the independent growth of these states. The free market would carve out its niches in the north and settle enterprises into regions that best suited their needs and goals. But, as with everything else, such measures would take time.
Current frowned as he thought about it. Time was a valuable commodity, maybe even more so than wealth. Doubtless the growth of these patchwork regions could be accelerated with the right incentives to adventurous businesses. But was such an investment wise? Would its return be worth the amount of capital it would take to successfully incentivize the trading houses to develop the north?
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You have to spend money to make money!
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The states will grow with time and competition, as always.
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Stopping the Bloodletting
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Envoys from the city of Fragrance, sent out on behalf of Fickle Current, Chairkirin of the NAKP, arrived in [Root.Capital.GetName], seeking to attempt a diplomatic resolution to end the bloodshed that has engulfed the Realm in the War of the Double Secession. Chairkirin Current is willing to mediate an end to the war in Fragrance, expressing the urgency with which the war needs to be concluded. If the conflict continues to drag on, famine, disease, and anarchy will cripple the Realm, and leave us fighting over a pile of ashes. Is ruling the ruins of Kiria really worth fighting for more than what we already have?
Current's envoys have also come prepared with preliminary terms to begin negotiations with. First and foremost, Vermilion and Chrysanthemum will have to recognize the right of the other to exist, and promise not to suppress the rights of followers of The Way of Fire and The Rising Fire in their respective territories. Additionally, a more favorable border will be established between our domains by Vermilion ceding Verdant to Chrysanthemum and the rule of The Rising Fire. In exchange, Rising Sun will protect the rights of free navigation up and down the Great Mellifluve to all nations, and will refrain from attempting to expand her influence beyond the banks of the Great Mellifluve, with the exception of any territory acquired from Vermilion over the course of the war, which she will be allowed to keep. Lastly, the proposed treaty urges each party to make a promise to mediate any future disputes through diplomatic channels and not through the use of force.
The treaty is an interesting proposal, and offers us a way out of the bloodshed. But it is unlikely to be popular with our people; we have fought for so much, and what we will be settling for is much less than we promised them. But is the price of continuing the war too steep? And how can we trust the other side?
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We must accept, for the good of the Realm.
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We cannot abandon our people to heresy!
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We cannot continue to fight, lest we rule over ashes.
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The Way of Fire must be toppled, no matter what it takes!
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The Dawn of Tomorrow
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The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
Empire of Kiria:
- Is a subject of Realm of Kiria
- Is a subject of
- Fickle Current was up before dawn, and after failing to go back to sleep, he decided to start his day before the sun rose. After eating something light for breakfast, he left his home behind and went for a pre-dawn trot. His path took him down to the sandy shores outside of the city limits, where he was all alone save for scuttling crabs and the crashing of waves against the beaches. Eventually, he stopped and sat down on the sand, his gaze turned toward the east, waiting for the sun to reveal itself on the dark horizon. It gave him time to reflect on all he had accomplished so far as the NAKP's unquestioned chairkirin.
War had come to Kiria for the first time in centuries; now, it was over. He may have helped escalate it by organizing Fragrance's secession when the Grand Gallop Onward failed, but he had played a decisive role in ending it. The threat posed by the Rising Fire had been largely neutralized, and peace had once more returned to the Realm. And it was thanks to his efforts that it was so; he knew he would be remembered for many, many years because of what he had accomplished.
But it was not without some chafing and disagreement from within the party. Current had had to cut deals as he could and make compromises to keep much of what he'd gained for Fragrance. Submission to Vermilion as the Viceroyalty of Greater Providence had been seen by many in the party as a stab in the back to the idea of an independent Fragrance, but the reality had been that there was no other choice. Fragrance had been too weak to survive on its own, and only in submission to Vermilion would it be allowed to keep much of the freedom Current had bought it. But the kirin of Greater Providence were still proud of what he had secured for them: pride in their northern identity, pride in its recognition from Vermilion, pride in the safe and predictable future Current had promised them. Their futures would be bright and profitable, and at the end of the day, was that not all that they wanted?
The sun began to rise, an orange glow on the horizon, slowly growing brighter as the minutes passed. As Current felt its light begin to warm his coat, he allowed himself a smile. In Kiria's hour of darkness, Fragrance had been its beacon of hope and peace. It had positioned itself as an ideal for all kirin nations to model themselves after, a rational and logical nation ruled by reason, not superstition and religious dogma. Perhaps, in the end, that was all that mattered.
The following description is used if:
- Empire of Kiria:
- None of:
- Is a subject of Realm of Kiria
- Is a subject of
- None of:
- Fickle Current was up before dawn, and after failing to go back to sleep, he decided to start his day before the sun rose. After eating something light for breakfast, he left his home behind and went for a pre-dawn trot. His path took him down to the sandy shores outside of the city limits, where he was all alone save for scuttling crabs and the crashing of waves against the beaches. Eventually, he stopped and sat down on the sand, his gaze turned toward the east, waiting for the sun to reveal itself on the dark horizon. It gave him time to reflect on all he had accomplished so far as the NAKP's unquestioned chairkirin.
War had come to Kiria for the first time in centuries; now, it was over. He may have helped escalate it by organizing Fragrance's secession when the Grand Gallop Onward failed, but he had played a decisive role in ending it. The threat posed by the Rising Fire had been largely neutralized, and peace had once more returned to the Realm. And it was thanks to his efforts that it was so; he knew he would be remembered for many, many years because of what he had accomplished.
It had been everything that most members of the party had sought: true independence and the right to self-determination, free from religious superstition and interference. Though Fragrance and the NAKP recognized Matriarch Superior Rain Shine as the one true spiritual and religious leader of kirinkind, she held no legal authority over Fragrance, leaving the north free to pursue its own designs and chart its own course through the waters ahead of it. Some in the NAKP grumbled that they should have gone further, should have taken steps to ensure their dominion over the rest of the Realm, but would such actions really have been worth it? Would it have been worth it to jeopardize their independence for the sake of greed? The kirin of Greater Providence were happy with their independence, and they were proud of what they had done to end the war with the Rising Fire. What more did they need that they did not already have? Their futures would be bright and profitable, and at the end of the day, was that not all that they wanted?
The sun began to rise, an orange glow on the horizon, slowly growing brighter as the minutes passed. As Current felt its light begin to warm his coat, he allowed himself a smile. In Kiria's hour of darkness, Fragrance had been its beacon of hope and peace. It had positioned itself as an ideal for all kirin nations to model themselves after, a rational and logical nation ruled by reason, not superstition and religious dogma. Perhaps, in the end, that was all that mattered.
The following description is used if:
- Realm of Kiria:
- Is a subject of Empire of Kiria
- Is a subject of
- Empire of Kiria:
- Has cosmetic tag KIS_KIR
- Fickle Current was up before dawn, and after failing to go back to sleep, he decided to start his day before the sun rose. After eating something light for breakfast, he left his home behind and went for a pre-dawn trot. His path took him down to the sandy shores outside of the city limits, where he was all alone save for scuttling crabs and the crashing of waves against the beaches. Eventually, he stopped and sat down on the sand, his gaze turned toward the east, waiting for the sun to reveal itself on the dark horizon. It gave him time to reflect on all he had accomplished so far as the NAKP's unquestioned chairkirin.
War had come to Kiria for the first time in centuries; now, it was over. He may have helped escalate it by organizing Fragrance's secession when the Grand Gallop Onward failed, but he had played a decisive role in ending it. The threat posed by the Rising Fire had been largely neutralized, and peace had once more returned to the Realm. And it was thanks to his efforts that it was so; he knew he would be remembered for many, many years because of what he had accomplished.
Perhaps it was made all the sweeter by the stunning reversal of Fragrance's fortunes that he had managed to accomplish. Originally positioned as the junior partner to Vermilion, a deal he had brokered by necessity, the success of Action Cerise had been as stunning as it was glorious. The NAKP had complete control over Vermilion, and he had even extracted verbal and written support from Matriarch Superior Rain Shine over the state of affairs, even if he had to carefully leverage what tools he had to coax the statement out of her. Vermilion was squarely under Fragrance's hoof, its military subordinate to the NAKP's command, and the heroics of Greater Providence in ending the war and preserving the Vermilion Realm had won them loyalty from much of the Realm's population. For the kirin of the north, it was everything they could have possibly asked for: their complete independence, their comfort in profitable peace, and the humiliation of the city that had once wronged them so deeply. The future was bright, perhaps as bright as it ever could have been.
The sun began to rise, an orange glow on the horizon, slowly growing brighter as the minutes passed. As Current felt its light begin to warm his coat, he allowed himself a smile. In Kiria's hour of darkness, Fragrance had risen to the occasion. It had done what was necessary to secure peace, and it had succeeded. There was no kirin alive who could now deny the necessity of its ascendancy.
The following description is used if:
- Realm of Kiria:
- Is a subject of Empire of Kiria
- Is a subject of
- Fickle Current was up before dawn, and after failing to go back to sleep, he decided to start his day before the sun rose. After eating something light for breakfast, he left his home behind and went for a pre-dawn trot. His path took him down to the sandy shores outside of the city limits, where he was all alone save for scuttling crabs and the crashing of waves against the beaches. Eventually, he stopped and sat down on the sand, his gaze turned toward the east, waiting for the sun to reveal itself on the dark horizon. It gave him time to reflect on all he had accomplished so far as the NAKP's unquestioned chairkirin.
War had come to Kiria for the first time in centuries; now, it was over. He may have helped escalate it by organizing Fragrance's secession when the Grand Gallop Onward failed, but he had played a decisive role in ending it. The threat posed by the Rising Fire had been largely neutralized, and peace had once more returned to the Realm. And it was thanks to his efforts that it was so; he knew he would be remembered for many, many years because of what he had accomplished.
Perhaps it was made all the sweeter by the stunning reversal of Fragrance's fortunes that he had managed to accomplish. Originally positioned as a partner paying lip service to the Matriarch and Vermilion, the success of Action Cerise had been as stunning as it was glorious. The NAKP had complete control over Vermilion, and he had even extracted verbal and written support from Matriarch Superior Rain Shine over the state of affairs, even if he had to carefully leverage what tools he had to coax the statement out of her. Vermilion was squarely under Fragrance's hoof, its military subordinate to the NAKP's command, and the heroics of Greater Providence in ending the war and preserving the Vermilion Realm had won them loyalty from much of the Realm's population. For the kirin of the north, it was everything they could have possibly asked for: their complete independence, their comfort in profitable peace, and the humiliation of the city that had once wronged them so deeply. The future was bright, perhaps as bright as it ever could have been.
The sun began to rise, an orange glow on the horizon, slowly growing brighter as the minutes passed. As Current felt its light begin to warm his coat, he allowed himself a smile. In Kiria's hour of darkness, Fragrance had risen to the occasion. It had done what was necessary to secure peace, and it had succeeded. There was no kirin alive who could now deny the necessity of its ascendancy.''
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Peace at last.
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Teahouse Generals
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"Sure, the tactics hypothesized by the Moon Princess would have been revolutionary for their time, but you must admit that Sunshine Dew at least tested hers against her rivals surrounding Verdant."
"Sunshine Dew benefitted from maintaining a clear mind. Nokirin alive questions that she made warfare an art, but the execution of her plans to their successful conclusions was helped along greatly by the impulsive rage of her rivals slipping into the nirik form in the midst of combat..."
Cypress Snow took a sip of his matcha tea as he watched two of his old friends debate the skill and accolades of many famous military minds throughout world history. It was nice to have them and many other of his Literati friends together under one roof again, and even better that they could finally do so in Kiria. Many of them had feared that they would not live long enough to see this day; some of them didn't. Those lost friends were dearly missed, but Cypress knew they were with them in spirit. If the Way of Fire mystics were to be believed, they lived on in the primordial spark of the kirin race, returned to the fire from which they were born, and the fire that lived inside the breast of every kirin.
The topic of conversation had drifted hither and thither throughout the afternoon, though recent events had settled it on military matters. It was no secret that things were tense between the NAKP and the government back in Vermilion; at this point, war was less a question of "if" but "when". He decided to clear his throat and head off any more talk of military matters before it grew heated. "Friends, I am glad to have you all here, although I wish it were under better circumstances," he proclaimed, interrupting the ongoing argument. "We've come from many trots of life: professors, corporate advisors, historians, and many more. And now we're all reunited in service of the NAKP and making Kiria what we've always dreamed it should be. But for now, let's not let our talk linger on the art of war. It is a costly art, after all, and I fear that we shall all grow sick of it entirely too soon."
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Let's find something more pleasant to talk about, shall we?
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Pay to Win
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"It's ridiculous, is what it is," Dr. Ardent Bloom remarked, looking at the report Simple Survey had prepared for him. The amount of money that had been flowing into the NAKP's coffers as of late was beyond unexpected.
"You disapprove?" Simple Survey asked, one of his eyebrows climbing higher up his face.
"Not in the slightest," Ardent said, dropping the stack of papers back onto Survey's desk with a wide smile. "Allowing kirin to buy their way out of the conscription lottery was a genius move. Mixing a sense of patriotic duty in contributing to the war chest along with the option to exempt your family from military service has meant war bond purchases have risen over 500% in the past month alone. It's a win-win for both sides: the NAKP gets the money we need to buy guns and continue our armament effort, and our beloved donors get to keep their sons and daughters off of the front lines."
"Indeed," Survey agreed. "I just hope that this doesn't thin the ranks too much."
"Why would it?" Dr. Bloom asked. "It doesn't mean the lottery pulls fewer numbers. It just means that we conscript those who can't or won't donate money to the war effort. The poor fill our armies, and the rich fill our coffers. Nothing wrong with that."
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It's a perfect system, really.
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A Message from Radio Free Kiria
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Radios all throughout much of the Greater Providence realm sprung to life just after dinnertime, heralding the important message with the usual fanfare played across the airwaves. "Good evening, fillies and gentlecolts throughout our beloved Realm!" the announcer's voice greeted with a crackle of static. "Tonight, we have a very special program for you. Our very own Chairkirin, Fickle Current, will be discussing an important question with Dr. Cypress Snow: what makes a kirin? I won't keep the answer to that question from you, and instead I'll turn the microphone over to the Chairkirin. Chairkirin Current, Dr. Snow, the show's all yours."
"Thank you," Fickle Current said. "So, Dr. Snow. Let's skip the introductions; everykirin listening in now knows who we both are. Let's dive right into the heart of the topic at hoof: what is the nature of the kirin spirit?"
"It's a simple answer with many layers to it," Cypress responded. "The outermost layer is perhaps the easiest for everykirin listening at home to understand: we are Concord's chosen people. We are the keepers of Her will, the custodians of the Primordial Fire that birthed the world. Out of all the creatures that inhabit this world, from ponies to griffons to zebras, it was the kirin species that Concord bestowed Her most powerful gift: our flame, our fury, our passion."
"And yet we have all been taught since we were foals to refrain from using Her gift," Fickle Current countered. "The nirik state is a terrible blight."
"To call it a blight is a misconception, one pushed by The Way of Fire," Cypress said, delivering the counterpoint with practiced ease. "Our fire and fury is a tool, not a curse. It is, however, a dangerous one. An axe is a tool that can kill, but it can also shape and create. So too must we use our passion wisely to create, not destroy. In the late 800s, the Realm was on par with Equestria for technological supremacy, thanks to our investments in steam and clockwork technology, but The Silence cost us a century of valuable time. Imagine what could have been but for misplaced superstition!"
"I can, and I encourage everykirin listening at home to do the same," Current said. "The NAKP is the harbinger of a new future for Kiria, and we all have a part to play to make it a reality. We must cast down the heretical Rising Fire and cleanse the ranks of the Way of Fire of those who bury the Realm in superstition for their own gain. We must strive to unite Kiria under its rule and purge the misguided elements that have held us back for so long. That is our destiny, and I have no doubt that the enlightened kirin of Greater Providence will be the ones that lead the Realm back into the glory we deserve."
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Such is our future, and we can make it a reality.
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Buying Rank
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Mayflower Bloom didn't know what to expect when she heard that her cousin had become an officer in the Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum, but even Ardent Bloom dressed in full officer's garb standing across from her in the kitchen of her home in Fragrance somehow didn't feel real. "You like it, May?" he asked her, and he smirked as he held out a foreleg to show off the epaulettes on his shoulder.
Mayflower suppressed an amused snort and tried to hide the look on her face by turning back to the tea she was preparing for the two of them. "I didn't take you for an army type, Ardent. How in the world did you end up as a... what did you say it was? Brigand-General?"
"Brigadier-General," Ardent clarified with an annoyed growl. "And I'll tell you how. With war on the horizon, the NAKP was looking to make the Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum a more professional force to be the tip of the spear. Yesterday, the Order was just a bunch of street thugs, bandits, and yes, brigands, hastily assembled into a kind of informal police force to do the party's bidding. But now that the Order's putting together the Death's Head Brigade, they needed money to lure some of the best marines the trading houses have to offer into its ranks, and to equip them with the best Griffonian ordnance we could buy. So I made a contribution, and they awarded me with a rank befitting of my gift."
"And how much was that?" Mayflower asked, finally finishing their tea and pouring it into two waiting cups. From everything it sounded like, nokirin was going to listen to somekirin who bought their rank when it came time to fight, least of all Ardent, who was more at home in his spreadsheets and ledgers than he was on the battlefield.
"A little more than a week's worth of pay," Ardent said with a shrug, but he quickly chased it off with a smile. "But this is just the beginning. Right now, the Order has to buy the best from elsewhere, and it needs the money to do that. One day, though, the true patriots of Kiria will produce the best equipment and the best soldiers the world has ever seen!"
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"How nice... Now, would you like to have your tea, cousin?"
- Death's Head Brigade Section 1 - Death's Head Brigade Section 2
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Beggar at the Ball
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Fickle Current hurriedly flagged down the cocktail waitress and exchanged his empty glass of champagne for another one, immediately taking a few quick gulps. What was it, his fourth of the night? Fifth? He didn't know, and it was probably better that way. His nerves were fraying, and though he was hardly a heavy drinker, he was reaching for something to help soothe them. After all, he was about to make a very difficult request, and the hit to his reputation would take some time to recover.
He looked out at all the kirin slowly filing into the grand ballroom of 88 Chrysanthemum Plaza, many of them clutching drinks in their colorful magical auras, and all of them dressed to the nines. They were all members of the pinnacle of modern kirin society, the highest of the Diaspora's high society, and they had all paid 5000 Griffonian idols a head to attend the night's fundraising festivities. And here Current was about to ask them for more.
When they had all gathered into the ballroom, Current took the microphone to thank them for their charity and give them all a pat on the back for having the means to afford the exorbitant entrance fee, as he knew all socialite types craved. That part of the speech was easy; then came the hard part. "And now, I'd like to remind everykirin of the reason why we're having this ball tonight, and how much more we all have to give to make our dreams a reality," he said, steeling himself for the inevitable reproachful looks from those gathered before him. "We will soon be finding ourselves in a war, and a very expensive one at that. Suffice it to say, the coffers of the NAKP are simply inadequate for waging war against our foes in Vermilion. Therefore, I regretfully ask of you all if you have anything else you can spare for the war effort, the NAKP will be greatly appreciative of any and all contributions. When the war is won, we will, of course, remember your generosity in the future."
The scoffs from the gathered kirin and the sniffs of disgust made Current feel like somekirin was pulling his scales off one by one with a pair of pliers, but he did his best to maintain a smile through their murmuring. That was nothing, however, compared, to the words he overhead Silver Silks, heiress to the Sycee Trading House and the single wealthiest kirin present at the party, mutter to her friends. "Begging is quite unbecoming of the Chairkirin, wouldn't you agree? I suppose we should give him what he wants. Elsewise, he may become even more desperate at the next gala, and that just won't do at all."
Their tittering bit deep, but Current swallowed that embarrassment regardless. If the NAKP didn't get the funds it needed to fight the war, then it was doomed anyway.
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Wounded pride is nothing if our cause collapses, right?
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Picking Your Friends
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"I hate being in debt," Fickle Current announced to Ardent Bloom as he paced in the latter's office. "Business deals are one thing. Debts change with time. They're unpredictable, and you don't know what you're in for when the debt is called." He sighed and shook his head. "But it's a necessary evil, is it not? We need overseas investors, and our contacts in Griffonia are happy to give us funds if we lease them land, property, and resources as collateral. If we lose, we won't have to worry about our creditors in Skyfall or Flowena calling due, but if we win..."
"There is another option that's not with our usual Griffonian contacts," Ardent said, steepling his hooves as he considered whether or not to press forward. But at Current's curious look, he continued. "The Changelings have caught wind of our offer. I don't know how, but when you're dealing with a race of shapeshifting insects, I suppose it only makes sense that they would. They're interested, and they're offering exceedingly generous terms."
"How generous?" Current asked. In his experience, the more generous the terms, the larger the knife hidden behind a creature's back.
"They want the same things as our Griffonian business partners, but they're more interested in property than resources, and they're willing to pay more for it — much more. But..." Here he hesitated, then sighed and continued. "They're negotiating through Main Hive Industries, their largest industrial conglomerate. It's all run through one bug named Finicus Vesali, and I'll warn you, he's no slouch when it comes to the negotiating table. He probably knows how to cut a deal as well as you do, Current. Long story short, I don't trust them."
"And to make a short story slightly longer?" Current asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, the Changelings, unlike Skyfall or Flowena, have the means to collect if we don't pay up," Bloom said. "And they want land more than anything else. You'd think an industrial powerhouse like them would want resources above anything else. Something's fishy, and I don't like it... but at the end of the day, it's your call."
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Generous terms from the Changelings are to our advantage.
Who knows what nebulous designs the Changelings have in mind? AI logic:
It's better to cut a deal with somegriffon who can't hurt you should we break it.
Upon our victory in the civil war:
Griffonian Debts icon Griffonian Debts
Skyfall's and Flowena's loaded merchants have lent us a serviceable amount which will be of especial assistance during times of strife. They will expect interest; we shall certainly uphold our end of the deal.
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In Bed with the Bugs
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There was very little that Dr. Ardent Bloom liked about the creature sitting across the table from him. Sure, it resembled an equine, but the insectoid facsimile created an 'almost but not quite' appearance of a pony or kirin that it bothered him. But even moreso than his appearance was his shrewd intelligence and clever wit, forcing Ardent to use every scrap of resourcefulness and experience to keep up with the deal-cutting businessbug.
"You can drop out at any time, and we'll terminate the contract," Finicus Vesali said to him, and not for the first time, turning those words into a threat pressuring Ardent to do the opposite and uphold the deal as agreed upon. "But of course, we'll have to resolve all the clauses in our agreement. The NAKP will be held responsible for any damages to the equipment we're supplying to your factories, and it will be held accountable should any equipment produced here find its way onto the other side of a changeling battlefield. I think you'll agree that it's only fair to say that Kirin-made guns produced with Changeling-leased equipment taking Changeling lives on the field of battle is a messy can of worms that nocreature wants to open. Oh, and we maintain that we Changeling Queendom has the right to demand the immediate return of any and all equipment loaned to the NAKP for the duration of the contract. I hope this is all agreeable to you, Dr. Bloom?"
"Yes, it is," Dr. Bloom managed through gritted teeth. He knew what was in the contract, so nothing Finicus said to him was a surprise or a lie, but having it read aloud to him made the walls of the box the Changelings were putting the NAKP all the more apparent. "Is there anything else, Herr Vesali?"
"One last thing," and at this, Finicus smiled and set the pen held aloft in his magic down on the table. "The Foreign Office of the Changeling Heer asked me to convey a message while in Fragrance, so here I am, conveying it. In accordance with the secret treaties Vesalipolis has negotiated with Fragrance, the Queendom will be contributing an expeditionary force to support the NAKP's near-term combat activities. Of course, it goes without saying that the Korps will be commissioned as a 'non-state actor force' via the Liaison Office and its operating expenses covered in part by the NAKP. Now, if that's all in order... I believe we are finished here, unless you have anything to add, Dr. Bloom?"
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No... everything looks in order to me... thank goodness.
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The Liaison Office for Military Commissions
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Fickle Current had attended the opening of the Liaison Office for Military Commissions more out of a sense of obligation than any sort of respect or interest. It was a relatively small affair, not something that the NAKP had publicized to the common kirin. After all, the word 'mercenary' held a sour taste in the mouth of the average upstanding citizen, and that was the essential function of the Office: to organize, recruit, and supply mercenary companies that were willing to get their hooves or claws or what-have-you dirty in exchange for generous pay, no questions asked. Officially, these military units would consist of foreign volunteers sympathetic to the cause of the Association, which was technically true, but this pretext fooled nokirin.
Even so, Current couldn't deny that it was a viable business model. The world was such a powder keg that there would always be a demand for soldiers of fortune, the willingness to pay for an elite force capable of greater things than the poorly-disciplined conscript armies of the world. Zebrica and Griffonia in particular were lands filled with conflict and strife, and there, an experienced mercenary company could be the means to alter the course of a war. And Kiria was no different.
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It ain't much, but it's... not even honest work, really.
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Corporate Contributions
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Fickle Current was rarely intimidated. After all, as Chairkirin of the NAKP, his power in Fragrance's domains was almost absolute. But his power was still limited by those who pulled the strings behind the scenes, and right now, they were all in one room, and they were not pleased with him.
Silver Silks, the heiress to the Sycee Trading House and quite possibly the wealthiest kirin in all of Kiria, had a scowl on her face, and there was a reason the ember at the end of the cigarette lodged in its jade holder burned blue and pink, not orange. "The NAKP's recent propaganda is a problem, Chairkirin. Your populist slogans are throwing dynamite into a hornet's nest, one that the corporations—your donors, mind you, and the ones who generate 45% of the NAKP's annual budget, by my last estimate—are standing under, unprotected. 'Patriotism', if that's what you call the anarchy you're fostering, is reaching such a feverish pitch that any action we take that the populace deems 'unpatriotic' will hurt our bottom line."
"And that's exactly what you want, isn't it?" The new voice was from the quiet and diminutive stallion sitting at the far end of the table from Fickle Current, wearing a bronze-and-pewter monocle so broad and thick that it practically covered half his face. Fulgent Focus, one of the masters of the All-Kiria Artificers' Guild, seemingly shifted in anxiety as all eyes around the table turned toward him, but he pressed his point regardless. "Yours was a two-pronged attack, expertly executed. Your propaganda drives patriotism to such a fervent frenzy that anything deemed unpatriotic by the public is met with harsh criticism and repudiation, and you come directly to the leaders of the NAKP's most cherished corporate partners to ask us for money once the price of refusal is clear. Am I wrong to state that is the true purpose of this meeting?"
Fickle Current was cut off guard by Fulgent's surgical cleave right to the heart of the matter, and the honeyed words and clever talking points he'd practiced before the meeting were suddenly thrown out the window. "Well... yes, it is, Artificer Focus. No point in denying it now, since you've so clearly laid the stakes out on the table." Current stood up and leaned forward, placing his hooves on the finely veneered mahogany table. "I want the corporations to increase their donations to the NAKP. We need increased funding if we are going to fight and win a war that will by all estimates be incredibly destructive and deadly. I could go about raising funds through other means, such as increasing the corporate membership dues, but I think it's clear we would all prefer to trot out of this meeting with a consensual agreement rather than an imposed one."
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Is that so, Chairkirin?
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Lessons Learned from Griffon Failures
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The chalk held in Cypress Snow's magical grasp scratched across the chalkboard as he underlined the letters 'GRIFFONIAN FAILURE' marked onto the slate. "The Griffonian Republican revolution in 978 was a failure that saw initial success but devolved into chaos and hopelessness by the time it had run its course," he proclaimed, and he turned to face the dozens of NAKP cadre and officers seated in the lecture hall before him. "The Griffonian Empire was once a strong, absolutist nation, but the inherent challenges of decentralization and the privileges of the vassals opened the door for revolutionary fervor that destroyed it from within. The natural order of society was upended, and during the vicious fighting between monarchists and republicans, the communists and trade unions, the red rats of society, grew exponentially in size and filled in all the cracks that had formed. Like water freezing in the cracks of great stones, they widened those cracks and wedged apart what was once a solid body. They thrive on instability and turmoil, breed in it, and it will no doubt happen to us when we march on Vermilion."
The chalk flew toward the words 'RISING FIRE' and circled it thrice before dropping back into the tray at the bottom of the chalkboard. "The Rising Fire claims to be a religious movement, but they are in reality a communist movement. They already have their spies whispering lies and treason in the ears of our workers here in Fragrance, promising the bloody glories of class struggle, of collectivism, of the despicable facade of 'creatures' rights'. It is not their interpretation of Concord's teachings that will be the menace of their legacy, but their Marksist-Stallionist ideology. As chaos reigns in the war, they will grow stronger, even as we march closer to victory. And so, it is important that we root it out now, before we march to war."
Cypress stomped a hoof on the ground to emphasize his point. "Communism is a disease, and like a disease, it will multiply endlessly until it is bested at great cost, or until it kills its host. But today, we shall inoculate Kiria against this disease. Each of you have a task at hoof to play in the coming hours. You have been chosen to lead the state's counteroffensive against the subversive elements in our midst. You will destroy the fifth column, and through its destruction, bring stability to our beloved Greater Providence and steel our resolve for the war to come. I bid you all good luck, and happy hunting."
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For the strength and glory of the Realm!
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Separating the Party-State from the People
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The radio in Mayor Cherry Blossom's study sung its tinny fanfare, heralding an announcement from Chairkirin Fickle Current, but Fragrance's mayor couldn't muster the willpower to bother turning it off. After all, on or off, Current's voice still carried over the airwaves to the kirin of Fragrance—the kirin of the north, and the kirin Cherry was ostensibly elected to lead. But ever since the meteoric rise of the NAKP in Fragrance, the mayor found herself increasingly marginalized by the empowered party apparatus. Now, lacking the ability to even arrange a timely meeting with Fickle Current, much less summon him to her office, Cherry could only hold a one-sided conversation with the Chairkirin over the radio.
"The constitutional principles of the Party-State are straightforward," Fickle Current said, the radio coloring his voice with static. "Everything the Party does is built around the idea that anykirin can have a path to success through hard work and individual grit. The free markets allow the kirin of the north to buy and sell to and from whom they please. The freedom to create and sign contracts allow kirin and businesses to add legal enforcement to any deals arranged by both sides. The right to work ensures that all kirin can pursue employment and not be coerced into joining unions and other bodies that would siphon off their hard-earned paychecks for the follies of collectivization. Together, these principles will allow us to reclaim the destiny of the kirin people as the hegemons of Eastern Zebrica, a status we were well on our way to claiming before the Silence interrupted our progress."
"Will they, though?" Cherry murmured to herself, though she imagined having the opportunity to say those words to Fickle Current's face. "What of the commoners who work in your factories and plow your fields? What of the soldiers who die holding the guns you sold them? Who really gets the wealth and comfort you promise: the kirin of the north, or you and your cronies?"
She sighed and shook her head. "None of you were elected by the kirin of Fragrance," she grumbled, glaring down at her idle hooves. "You held party votes and referendums. I was chosen by the kirin of the city you rule over. But at the end of the day... what am I to the Party-State?"
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Am I a figurehead? A puppet? A relic of the days we still held honor?
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A Maritime Rendezvous
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Fickle Current wondered what insane part of him had been so foolish to go through with this plan. The other night, he had finally decided to send a message to the pirate queen, Roaring Fire, using the enchanted jade candle she had given him after their meeting in Nacre. He'd wondered if he would ever get a response. To his surprise, one was quick in returning, instructing him to board an unassuming red and blue fishing junk in the waters just outside of Fragrance's harbor. He'd taken every precaution to ensure his safety, stationing boarding parties on nearby boats, sharpshooters on the rooftops of harborfront buildings, and even a diving team led by a hippogriff mercenary in the waters below the junk. Still, he had no idea what would happen when he stepped onto that boat. For all he knew, he'd be leaving it with his throat slit open, unceremoniously dumped into the water.
The rowboat he sat in bumped against the side of the junk, and moments later, a simple rope ladder was tossed over the side. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, Current hesitantly climbed up the ladder until he stood on the junk's rolling deck. The kirin onboard gave him quick glances, but otherwise pretended he wasn't there, leading to him heading for the open cabin door at the stern of the ship. When he opened it and stepped inside, he saw the mare he was looking for, kicking back in a wooden chair with her hooves on the table, still covered in her colorful and garish pirate attire.
"Sit," Roaring Fire said, gesturing to a seat across the table from her. Then her magic pulled out two porcelain cups and poured rice wine from a jar into each. "Drink. After all, what better way to celebrate our new... let's call it a business venture. I know people like you like to keep your terminology clean, as if that changes the nature of the deal just because you call it one thing versus another."
"What you call something matters very much to the kirin who hears its name," Fickle said, sitting down in the offered seat with a frown. He lifted the cup of rice wine to his nose, grimaced after taking a sip, and then forced himself to take a long sip of it. It was strong, much too strong for his tastes, but he went through with it as a common courtesy to the mare sitting across from him. "Let's cut to the meat of it, then. Tell me about your forces. What can you contribute to the war effort?"
"Enough to matter, but not what you're likely hoping for." The pirate queen knocked back her cup of wine in a gulp, than poured another one and drained half of it before continuing. "Our junks aren't oceangoing cruise liners, and we had to scuttle a lot of our largest ships when we left Nacre. We have enough ships to keep ourselves afloat and in business to prey on merchant shipping, but not anything that could take a hit in a stand-up fight from a metal warship."
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Didn't you have a submarine?
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The Matter of Submarine Swashbuckling
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"Mmmm... yes, the submarine. Our wild card." Roaring Fire grinned, showing enough teeth to remind Fickle Current of a shark. "We stole that from the Feathesians a while back. What about it?"
"What about it?" Fickle raised an eyebrow. "Do I need to spell it out? Having that on our side would be a great boon to the NAKP's merchant navy. You could scrape together a hundred wooden junks for me, and they wouldn't have anything near the value of that submarine. The Party would keep it fueled and supplied for you, and you'd be able to keep any salvage you can get your hooves on using it. That would make a difference for the war effort."
"It would... if I still had it." While Current blinked in surprise, Fire downed her second cup of wine and started working on her third. "We had to leave the submarine behind when we left Nacre. We didn't have the fuel to maintain it, and replacement parts for a submarine are hard to come by out in the Kirin Sea. I hid it in a cove on the off-chance we'd be able to recover it someday, a chance that you just might be able to take for me." Then she lifted her legs from the table, and her chair slammed back onto all fours with a thud. The pirate queen leaned in over her teacup and raised an eyebrow at Current. "Get me that sub back and I'll make sure not a single ship gets to your enemies. But that's neither here nor there for the moment. In the meanwhile, I can help you in other ways as well. I can have my kirin patrol the waterways of the Great Mellifluve in our smaller junks, harassing supply lines, providing support for river crossings, the likes. Alternatively, I've had to double up on crews on some of my ships since we had to scuttle so many. They're experienced buccaneers, and they love a good fight. If you want, I can dock some of my junks and give you their crews to fight with. You provide us with equipment, I can give you a crack team of marines willing to fight better than any of those pansies you're bringing in from Griffonia. So long as we get a fair share of the loot, of course. So, what'll it be?"
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Take your junks and raid the rivers. Those are more important.
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We always need more soldiers looking for a good fight.
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Buried Treasure
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River Wend cut through the last of the foliage with her machete and, when it had finally fallen away, let out a deep breath. With the plants gone, sunlight slipped into the hidden cove, reflecting off the still waters before illuminating the stone dome enclosing the shoreline within. She and her salvagers from the Sycee Trading House had followed the instructions passed along by the NAKP, unsure of what exactly they would find. But now, moored in the hidden harbor, she saw the prize, and understood why the NAKP had been so desperate to get its hooves on it.
A submarine had been beached on the shoreline, and she recognized it as Feathesian in make from her type abroad in Griffonia. It had obviously been abandoned for some time, given the rust that had become to form over its hull, but at first glance, it at least looked intact. The name 'Dolfijn' had been painted on the side, and there was even a small pile of torpedoes, ammunition, and black barrels of oil stacked up in the back of the cove, well out of reach of the tides. Once all of that was loaded back onto the ship, they could have a tugboat drag it out of the cove and haul it back to Fragrance for repairs. In no time at all, it would be seaworthy again, and the NAKP would have another weapon at its disposal.
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Diary of a Madmare
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Fickle Current stood by the window in his office and looked westward. Beyond the horizon, the Realm was burning, though few kirin had been able to make sense of it thus far. All anykirin in Fragrance knew was that the squabbling Triumvirate that ruled from Vermilion had gone down in flames—quite literally. Current had read the assessments and reports from the front that described the NAKP's enemies turning on each other in their trenches, and forward units had described entering the Vermilion loyalists' fortifications only to find charred bodies and blackened, boiled bloodstains along the walls. At night, the battlefield would glow with a blue and pink light, and the howls of monsters wailed into the darkness. By all accounts, the loyalist alliance has collapsed into violent nirik warlord splinter states, and a second inferno like the days before the Way of Fire had descended upon the Realm. Rather than making the war easier to fight, Current knew, it might have just gotten even harder. Feral, mindless nirik were monsters who ignored pain and cared little for self-preservation.
"Sergeant Black Soot here to see you, sir," Current's secretary alerted him, and the NAKP's chairkirin turned around to find a charcoal gray mare standing by his desk. The insignia of the Death's Head Brigade glistened on the mare's shoulder, and in her magic was a soot-streaked book.
"One of our spies was in Vermilion when the Triumvirate collapsed," Sergeant Black Soot said, and she set the book down on Current's desk. "He was by Autumn Blaze's side and was feeding us information since the war began. Thankfully, he managed to flee the capital as it burned to the ground, and the Brigade rescued him from deep behind enemy lines. Lines that were filled with nirik, mind you."
Fickle Current knew when a kirin was angling for more taels, and he gave her a nod. "Thank you, sergeant. I'll see to it that you're well rewarded. Now, what is this?" he asked, pointing to the book.
"An excerpt from Autumn Blaze's personal journal," Black Soot said. "For your eyes only." Then she bowed her head. "My team will await further orders, sir." Current dismissed her with a wave of his hoof, then pulled over and opened up the book. Many of the pages were blackened and crumbled into ashes at the slightest touch, but one entry still remained: the last one. Autumn's usually flowing calligraphy was erratic and smudged, but behind the ash and what looked like blood, it was still legible.
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A look into the breaking mind of a madmare.
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The Spoils of the Realm
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As Fickle Current entered Vermilion, safe in the middle of an armored convoy, he couldn't help but look over the Realm's capital and think back to when he first arrived what felt like a lifetime ago. Back then, he had arrived in an automobile, a piece of machinery so alien to the locals that they could only stare at it in awe and fascination. It had been difficult to cut a path to Vermilion over the Realm's ruined and abandoned roads, but he had done it anyway to make a statement: the future was coming to the backwards Realm. Now, at the end of a brutal civil war, the similarities between then and now seemed almost laughably remarkable, like a bad case of deja vu. With blood and iron, the NAKP had cut a path through Vermilion's defenders, once more bringing the future to the doorstep of Kiria.
The battle for the capital had taken a toll on its rustic splendor, with many buildings gutted by bombs and artillery and entire blocks reduced to ashes from uncontrolled fires. But apart from a few bullet holes in the walls and the odd crater around its periphery, the Vermilion Palace loomed over the scarred city, utterly untouched. Fitting, then; the Realm could only hold together so long as the constant presence and assuring infallibility of its Matriarch Superior remained unblemished, and even in war, the idea still held true.
"The Matriarch's personal guard refused to fight with our forces," Cypress Snow said as he watched from the seat next to Fickle Current. "They retreated into the palace when the city fell. They haven't budged since. By all reports, the Matriarch is still inside."
"She's too soft to push the kirin who protect her to kill in her name," Fickle Current said. "Besides, the army had orders to not push on the palace at all. We couldn't risk anything happening to the Matriarch. We may hold all the power in the Realm, but she's the one who holds it together with her mere presence. Half of our soldiers fought thinking they were trying to save her from her prison. We would lose everything if we so much as hurt a scale on her body."
Cypress Snow only nodded at that. "True enough. But the war's over. It's time for her to come out and do her job."
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The Matriarch will give us the legitimacy we need to rule.
Griffonian Debts icon Griffonian Debts
Skyfall's and Flowena's loaded merchants have lent us a serviceable amount which will be of especial assistance during times of strife. They will expect interest; we shall certainly uphold our end of the deal.
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A Prisoner's Dues
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Tempered Steel sat on the gravel beside the train rails with the rest of his banner... or what was left of it. In the final defense of Vermilion, his unit had been surrounded and captured by the NAKP; since then, he'd known nothing but chains around his legs and a painful notch in his horn that stopped him from summoning any magic. It was a simple but effective means of controlling prisoners; the notch would heal over time and his magic would return, but the memory of the pain of having a chisel driven into the root of his horn was as effective a means as any to make sure he didn't try to use it while under guard. So long as the guards fed him and didn't bring back the chisel, he was fine keeping his head down and waiting until he was finally free.
A cadre of NAKP soldiers stood before the group of prisoners, rambling about some important service to the Realm they would all be partaking in shortly. "Under the leadership of the NAKP, Greater Providence has marched south and restored order to the Kirian Realm," the mare at their head announced. "We have delivered the Kirian people from the degenerated government of the Premier in Vermilion and the heretic communists of the Rising Fire. As such, indebted as the Realm is to the heroic sacrifices of the north in its expedition to rescue the Realm, the industry of the cities of Vermilion and Verdant, the seats of the traitorous regimes, shall be forfeited in penance for their crimes. These resources shall be relocated to the north to allow the NAKP to better conduct the reconstruction of the Realm after the civil war, and you all will join your former regimes in punishment for supporting them. You will take part in the relocation effort, disassembling the factories here in Vermilion, and bringing them to Fragrance. When your labors are completed, perhaps then you will be ready to rejoin the Realm as honest citizens."
The NAKP soldiers began to force the prisoners onto their hooves, and Steel reluctantly rose to his with a sigh. Hard labor wasn't anything he couldn't handle. He just doubted that the NAKP would be so willing to let him and his comrades go when their task was complete.
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Military-Industrial Complexity
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Cold Forge blinked at the set of blueprints before her and scratched her chin. They were factory floor plans, drawn up by some of the finest architects and artificers the NAKP had on hoof, but they were practically alien to her. She wasn't an artificer, an architect, or even a businessmare. She was a captain in the Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum, and before that, a humble blacksmith outside the city of Fragrance. But when the NAKP arrived in Fragrance years ago, she'd thrown her lot in with them, and now, somehow, she found herself staring hopelessly at blueprints while labor crews broke ground on a new factory next to the river before her.
"Exciting, isn't it?" asked the stallion standing next to her, the collar on his suit cinched so tightly with his tie that Cold Forge could see his mane bunched up beneath it around his neck. She could only nod in agreement, feeling completely out of place wearing a business dress, her flanks feeling exposed by the skirt she'd traded her uniform for. She couldn't even remember his name, but he was here to help get her set up as the foremare of this newest factory. It was all part of the NAKP's latest initiative to provide the newly-minted Imperial Kirian Army with the means to be self-sustaining, able to produce its own equipment and munitions without being a draw on the state treasury. The factories would be administered by officers, and the workforce would be drawn from the rank and file, in essence turning each building into a regiment of its own. There would be no strikes, no slowdowns in production; the soldiers would follow the orders of their foremares and keep the factories effortlessly chugging along. At least, that was the idea. Cold Forge bet that her incompetence would get kirin up in arms in a week.
But hey, she was a captain, and she knew how to command the respect and loyalty of her troops. That's why they put her in charge of this factory, right?
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This will be a tremendous step forward for the military-industrial complex!
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Crime and Punishment
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A truck rumbled along an open road heading to the north, its lights cutting through the dusk as it neared its destination. Soldiers armed with pistols sat in the cab, while in the bed in the back, three kirin sat hunched over, their forelegs chained together and then to the floor. Each squinted and tried their best to shield their faces from the wind, and the smell of chemicals drifted in from afar.
One of the prisoners in the back turned her head toward her unfortunate companions. "A grim fate awaits us, but at least we have this moment of peace together," she said, raising her voice to be heard over the roar of the truck's engine and the wind. "What did they get you two for?"
"Bad business," the stallion in the truck answered. "I took a loan from the Sycee Trading House and fled with the money when the war started. Stupid idea on my part. I thought the NAKP would lose and I'd get to keep the money, but they didn't, and somekirin sold me out."
"Greed was your folly, as it will be for those who enslave us," the second mare in the truck said. She looked up, squinting towards the sky and the first bright stars beginning to emerge. "I am a mystic of the Way of Fire, and I spent my time and energy working on the front lines as a nurse, to heal the injured and perform last rites for those who needed them." The priestess shook her head. "The northerners and the foreigners, they have no respect for Concord's emissaries, to accost one of Her humble servants in such a manner."
"I was a quartermaster for the army," the first mare began. "I was at the front to coordinate supplies to the troops and I was captured as well. Where do you think they're taking us?"
"North, to the Comely Cape," the businesskirin answered. "Sycee runs a prison factory there. So long as you meet your quotas, they take care of you. All things considered, it's probably the best we could have hoped for."
"I heard stories of factories of misery beneath Fragrance," the quartermaster said. "They do all sorts of terrible things to you there. Medical experiments and other crimes. I think the Bloom family has a hoof in it, but..." She shook her head. "It's all hearsay. And I hope that's all it is."
"Whatever is in store for us, faith in Concord will help us persevere," the priestess assured them. "She would not let her foals languish in such misery forever."
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I sure hope you're right.
Local Available Resources: +20% Local Construction Speed: +20% (@KISEmpire of Kiria):
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Corporate Victories
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The champagne let out a pop as the saber knocked off the top of the bottle, and a happy cheer filled the room along with the clapping of hooves. Fickle Current smiled as he watched the servants at 88 Chrysanthemum Plaza pour the bubbling delight into the glasses of everykirin present, and a pleasant chatter broke out around the table. He thought back to that night many months ago where he promised victory to the kirin in this room, and now, surrounded by the heads of the powerful corporations that had made it possible, they finally had a chance to celebrate at a lavish feast. After wartime rationing, it felt good to finally break open some bottles of fine Aquileian champagne, and he knew he wasn't the only one to think so. Even Silver Silks' happy tittering marked a stark contrast from the Sycee heiress' often haughty demeanor, and her mood was matched by the rest of the elite gathered around her.
As the servants brought out platter after platter of fine food, Cypress Snow stood up at Fickle's right and raised his glass in his magic. "It's been a long struggle for all of us, but it delights me to see that all our efforts were not in vain. The NAKP has triumphed over the rotten mockery of a dying Realm, and now it is up to us, the victors, to set it right. While the Matriarch Superior and the Vermilion Dynasty remain indisputable and, indeed, a stabilizing factor for the Realm as a whole, we have a chance to mold the future into one of our own making.
"The Grand Gallop Onward failed for many reasons," Cypress continued, and the kirin gathered gave him their rapt attention. "The national bureaucracy was incompetent, for one. One needs to look no farther than the former premier's failed efforts to coordinate such an ambitious undertaking. But perhaps the simplest answer is that this land is full of backwards peasants and optimistic idealists who were never meant to hold the levers of power. That right belongs to the kirin who have the means and knowledge to wield them. To us. And may we create a better future than the one we inherited from the Realm."
He was met with applause, and with one last nod, Cypress sat down. Then, looking to his side at Fickle, Cypress gave his once-student a small bow of his head.
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The Corporation of Kiria
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For Dr. Ardent Bloom, corporate charters were like something akin to the miracle of life. One simple document, once drafted, scrutinized, rewritten, vetted, and submitted, could bring to life a titan of economic potential, birthing a new corporation from nothing but scattered ideas and empty pockets waiting to be filled. Whatever it would accomplish, whatever markets it would shake up, it all started in the drafting room where it was nothing more than an idea in the minds of ambitious creatures.
Unfortunately, when politics barged its way into the drafting room, things tended to get messy. Before Ardent was the initial draft of the charter for the Corporation of Kiria, a monstrous entity in its own right that represented the interests of the Empire in a business setting akin to the vassal-corporations of the Vermilion Dynasty. While the technical details had been filled out, such as the number of shares that would comprise the corporation, and how those would be distributed, the broad strokes of the charter had remained annoyingly blank, and that was all due to the ever-meddlesome politics.
The original purpose of the Corporation was a simple one: it would serve as the governing body of the territories and protectorates outside of the Empire, providing Vermilion with a direct interface with its far-flung possessions beyond the borders of the Realm. But now there was a fight over whether it should have rights in the Realm proper. On one side was the NAKP, who argued that it would be an effective tool to allow the government to resolve disputes at home by giving it a seat at the bargaining side of business. On the other were the VasCorps, leery of the NAKP gaining too much influence and pushing into their spheres of influence like a market competitor, not a governing body. It was an ugly fight, and growing uglier by the day, and both sides had begun to tug on Ardent's ear to sway the matter one way or the other.
Ardent sighed and rubbed his temples. Much like the miracle of life, the miracle of business was often just as messy.
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The Corporation shall be the government's will.
Upon Selection, Grants State Modifiers: - Mobilization Speed: +25% - Local Ponypower: +15% The Corporation shall be the government's custodian.
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Voting for the Vote
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Silver Silks yawned and idly twirled her cigarette holder in her magic, watching the smoke trail from the end as some NAKP peon named Simple Survey or something like that prattled off on something about voting rights. Silver genuinely wished she was anywhere but here; the stallion speaking had a terribly grating voice, and this meeting was the type of thing she would usually delegate somekirin else to attend in her place. But when the NAKP had summoned representatives from all the corporations to attend to discuss the matter, Silver's advisor had suggested that she attend the meeting in person in case it was important. But all Simple Survey had done was make some kind of half-baked lesson in the values of democracy and suffrage in the Empire, and Silver was bored. She'd need to find a new advisor after she got home and fired the old one for suggesting she attend this boring meeting.
"And now, to the meat of the matter," Survey said, and Silver sighed in relief and pointed her ears up to at least take in the crux of the matter that she'd wasted her day on. "The NAKP values democracy, of course. When done correctly, and under the guidance of a benevolent state apparatus, the private sector, and the mature leadership of the national Party, democracy facilitates and enshrines the principles conductive to commercial-esque competition in a free marketplace of ideas, engendering an incentive for political organizations to provide the best value service to stakeholder-electors. Thusly, the Party, in its wisdom, and to achieve this vision of a harmonic and stable democratic system of governance, will implement limited electoral reforms to allow stakeholders from all sections of society to determine Kiria's political direction.
"How will we accomplish this?" Survey continued, and a slide projector clicked over to a set of bullet points. "The executive council has come up with two proposals, which we will vote on. The first is an electoral system wherein propertied individuals and entities will be able to cast votes proportional to the total value of their assets. This will encompass corporations, landowners, and those other propertied stakeholders in society. There is also an alternative: the so-called "suffragette lottery" model, wherein kirin purchase "franchise shares". There is a lottery that determines which 30% of the shares will become actual votes. Don't be put off by the utter radicalness of this proposal, good friends; of course, corporations can purchase franchise shares en masse, but the marginal element of randomness is supposed to act as an equalizer."
"Good, good, can we get on with it, though?" Silver asked, finally exhausted enough by the meeting to raise her voice and force a vote. The entire ordeal mattered little to her; as the wealthiest kirin in the Realm, she knew her voice was the loudest no matter how the NAKP pitched its sham democracy.
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Let everykirin's voice be weighted by the size of her assets.
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An Equation of Lives
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Black Lotus made her way through the depopulated town square, an NAKP cadre hovering off to her side, and swept the village over with a disinterested look. Chenar looked like so many other villages she'd seen throughout the civil war; a vacuous ruin filled with crumbling and destroyed buildings and stripped of almost the entire adult population. Countless kirin had been forcibly sent off to war, and most never returned. All that remained behind were the elderly who tried to tend burnt and fallow fields, and those too young to fight.
"It's a village full of foals," the NAKP stallion said behind Black Lotus. "Young and impressionable. Once the rural pacification program makes its way here, we'll make plenty of loyal peasants to support the regime in the future."
"Must you state the obvious so openly and carelessly?" Black Lotus said with a roll of her indigo eyes. She paused in the middle of the street for a moment as a trio of foals chasing a ball scampered by, and then continued onwards. "Chenar is a hive of our enemies. Bandits prey on the town, and so too do the Rising Fire guerillas. They openly attack our convoys, and they draw new recruits and supplies from the surrounding countryside. It's a situation that has to be dealt with before we could expect any sort of return for our investments."
"If this is a guerilla hub, then we need to smash it apart," the NAKP soldier said. "You've done plenty slash and burn missions, right, Officer Lotus? This should be old hat to you."
"Killings and reprisals only work when there is somekirin left to kill or punish," Lotus said with a roll of her eyes. "There's barely anykirin left in Chenar as is. Just the young and the old. Sure, some killings would serve as a good warning to nearby towns not to side with our enemies, but perhaps a different approach would work best." Her eyes lingered on the foals for a moment, and the corners of her muzzle turned down in a thoughtful frown. "If we focus on a different approach and invest in the town, pouring money into reeducating these simpletons, then our investment might return to us many times over. And on top of that, the NAKP will see that I'm long overdue for a promotion for my services."
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Fear is the only way they'll learn.
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The Rugged West
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Fall Leaves had spent the previous hour stacking up notecards on her desk when her secretary stuck his head into her office. "That special agent from the west is back," he informed her. "Shall I send him in?"
"Yes, sure, send him in," Leaves said, knocking aside her house of cards with a hoof and collecting them into one pile with her magic. Her secretary nodded and shut the door behind him as he left, and Leaves straightened her dress and leaned back in her chair with a sigh. She could only hope that her meeting with this 'special agent' would liven up her day a little. Fridays were slow as could be, and her mind was already wandering to meeting up with her marefriends after work and seeing if they could attract the gazes of any stallions at the teahouse. Hopefully that scale polish she'd gotten earlier in the week would pay off...
Her dreams seemed to be surprisingly answered when a stallion in his mid-thirties stepped into her office. His mane was wild and unkempt and the coarse hairs lining his muzzle gave him a rugged look. He wore an Iron Chrysanthemum uniform that had obviously seen plenty of use out in the west, but he'd modified it with patches and charms of jade and bone. And when he shut the door behind him, his magic removed a worn-out hat from atop his head and he gave her a respectful nod. "Ma'am."
"Oh, hello," Fall purred, sitting up straighter for a moment only to lean on her desk and smile wide. "Please come in, sit down. I'd like to hear all about this report of yours... and any of your adventures out in the wild, wild west, if you'd care to share." She'd always been fascinated with tales of the west, of the rugged protectors of Greater Providence bringing the rule of law to the lawless and looking ravishing while doing so...
"I'm just here to share what we've learned, ma'am," the stallion said. He dropped a folder full of files on her desk with a glow of his horn. "It's more or less what the department was expecting. The western regional authorities require more funding and resources to finish up the consolidation of the west. That means more kirin and more money."
That soured the mood, and Fall stuck her tongue out in disgust. "The Bureau for ReConstruction and Integration is on a tight enough budget as is," she said. "We can't afford to waste any where it won't do us much good." She crossed her forelegs and thought for a minute, but ultimately decided to save those thoughts for Monday. It was almost time for her weekend to start, anyway, and she knew exactly how she wanted to start it. "Say, are the rest of your companions as adventurous as you are, soldier? Maybe together we can discuss this further, find a solution. Over tea tonight, perhaps?"
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The wild west will be tamed!
The west will be tamed in time. Me, on the other hoof...
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Reinvesting Dividends
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As Fickle Current watched kirin filter into the Morning Secretariat, he felt, for the first time, at ease to be inside its grand halls. During the Grand Gallop Onward, these walls were filled with bickering rabble, seditious communists, and superstitious mystics, all trying to pull the Realm into pieces with their poorly-conceived ideas. Now, however, a finer breed of kirin found their seats inside the building. Corporate-vassal executives, captains of industry, NAKP grandees, and kirin of wealth and fame took the places of idealistic reformers and unwashed peasants. For the prosperity of the Realm, there was no better upgrade.
Once everykirin had taken their seats, and after a short introduction by a party official, Current took to the stand and spread out his papers across the rostrum. "Over the past several weeks, the NAKP has undertaken a grand cataloging of the Realm's natural resources and industry. A Grand Survey, if you will. And I am pleased to report that it has been a great success. As Chairkirin and Imperial Premier, I speak on behalf of the Association in reaffirming the indisputable fact that the Vermilion Dynasty, headed by the Matriarch Superior, remains the sole owner in perpetuity of all land in the Empire. In her wisdom, the Matriarch has seen fit to bestow unto her loyal vassal corporations the use of the land in her realm, for the common prosperity of the nation and its people. It is only fair that the Dynasty demands the most minor of financial recompense for its generosity."
As Current expected, even the tiniest notion or hint of taxation stirred discontented murmurs among the gathered kirin, and he moved to nip their discontent in the bud. "Let me pose a question to you all: what do you do with dividends from your investments? Do you take the money and pocket it? Or do you reinvest those dividends into your assets, and reap greater rewards during the next harvest? I am not proposing taxation, the government leeching off of the hard work of the productive members of society. Rather, I am proposing a mutual reinvestment of our hard work into greater yields in the future. And to do this, I have two proposals that we, as shareholders in the government, will vote on today. The first is an obligation of the vassals to invest in the social development of their own lands through education and social programs for the populace. The second is through an agreement to earmark a certain percentage of each vassal's revenue for the development of industry and infrastructure. I think you all will agree that either proposal will be a great boon for the Realm in the long run."
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Let us build a productive society.
 Greater Providence Self-Government
Let us plant the seeds of economic prosperity.
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Moving the Troops
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"With all due respect, ma'am, trains are not the future of our doctrine. Heavy cargo planes and highways that cut across the Realm are a far more flexible option than static rail lines."
"With all due respect, sir, you can kiss my scales." The lieutenant crossed her forelegs and leered back at the stallion sitting across from her. "Nothing moves tonnage as reliably or efficiently as trains. Plus, you can slap some armor and some heavy howitzers on one and you've got an unstoppable monster on rails. I'd like to see your fancy transport planes do that."
Dr. Ardent Bloom sighed and rubbed the scales on his nose as the bickering continued around him. It was supposed to be a fairly simple meeting to discuss the modernization of the army, but the meeting had been derailed by debate over the future of supply, logistics, and doctrine. Two camps had clearly developed in the debate, and it was only growing nastier. On one side, a more traditional faction had emerged around the importance of moving things by rail, championing the simplicity, efficiency, and heavy tonnage that rail supported. Those would be key factors in maintaining control over territories, whether they be under occupation or centrally governed by the Realm. On the other, more innovative minds pushed for new ideas like rapid transport and flexibility using heavy cargo planes and highways that allowed material to be quickly repositioned anywhere in the Realm, not just at rail hubs and supply depots. Whichever side won would shape the future of Kiria's doctrine of war.
Unfortunately, the talks were only growing more combative, and the last thing Ardent wanted was to be in the middle of a room full of combat-trained kirin going nirik as tempers flared. Thankfully, he was the chief economist for the NAKP, and he would be the one bringing the decision forward through the party's budget committee. As such, he had the final say on the matter.
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Trains are a cost-effective and efficient measure that will yield immediate benefits.
Global Stats: Org. Loss when Moving: -5% Reinforce Rate: +5% Strategic Redeployment will no longer be disabled in occupied states with the Uprising modifier. Flexibility in the field and the supply chain will be the way of the future.
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Speculative Speculation
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"Come on, Willow! The news is going to break soon, we can't wait any longer!"
Dappled Willow bit her lip as she tried to keep up with her friend as he slipped through the bustling crowd at the Fragrance Stock Exchange. The trading floor was packed with kirin and filled with shouts and raised hooves, all roaring beneath the hammering TICK TICK TICK of the ticker tapes spitting out an ever-changing list of price shares and call orders. It was all so overwhelming, but Fireflash had insisted that it would all be worth it.
Through some miracle, Willow managed to follow Fireflash through the crushing crowds to where dozens, if not hundreds, of kirin in suits and dresses all gathered together, shouting orders and signing papers while the ticker tapes continued their relentless ticking. There was a reason behind the madness: news had broken late last night that the wartime assets and industry of the Vermilion Dynasty would be consolidated under the newly-created Subsidiary Syndicate, with the Dynasty holding a quarter share and the NAKP holding one to match it. The remaining 50% of the shares would go to an undisclosed buyer, but everykirin in Fragrance knew it would either go to Sycee, Sorghum, or the AKAG as the big three VasCorps in the Realm. One of those corporations would get to control the Syndicate as its newest subsidiary, and the boost to its share price was expected to be astronomical. A mad speculation rush descended on the stock exchange, and Willow, whose father had been a top accountant with the Wingluck Consortium but who had never personally invested in the markets, felt overwhelmed.
"One hundred shares from Sorghum!" Fireflash shouted as he forced his way to the front of the line. "Industry is where it's at!"
"You'd do better putting that money on AKAG!" the kirin next to him shouted. "A homegrown automobile industry has no limit on potential!"
Willow felt the blood drain from her face as the loudspeakers crackled to life in the stock exchange, and the feeding frenzy only grew more intense as the moment of truth drew nearer. "A-A hundred from Sycee!" she shouted, throwing down two months' worth of pay on the counter in front of her. The trader across from her swept away her money and produced a sheet of paper in short order, which she signed with wavering magic. And just as he took the paper away from her and she officially secured her shares, Willow strained her panicked ears to hear who won the bid for the Syndicate through the noise of the trading floor:
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Sorghum shall utilize the Syndicate as an industrial subsidiary!
AKAG wins the contract to use the Syndicate's industry to produce automobiles!
Sycee diversifies its portfolio by adding aeronautics to its list of emerging markets!
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A Major Promotion
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"Another drink, Major? There's still plenty of wine left!"
Scarlet Sunflower laughed and made a show of rolling her eyes as she accepted the offered glass of alcohol from the kirin who approached her. "Oh, stop it, Zen. I'm not a major yet. Not until my first day on the job." She took a sip of the wine and hummed, her eyes wandering over the kirin gathered for her going-away party, happily chatting, eating, and drinking while music played and the lights of Fragrance's harbor dotted the bay, providing a pleasant backdrop from the building's thirtieth floor. It was all so thoughtful of her colleagues, and she was determined to enjoy every last minute of it.
"From regional director in Sorghum's Fragrance headquarters to major in the Army Assets Administration," Zen remarked with a playful shake of his head. "Everykirin in the building was bidding for that job, I think. I know I certainly passed my resume along." But he smiled and gave Scarlet a clap on the shoulder. "I can't think of anykirin more deserving, though. I've heard the AAA runs them rough over there, but if it's anything like the tight ship you sailed for us, I bet you'll do great. Just try not to forget about us when you're gone!"
"Oh, you know I'd never do that," Scarlet assured him, and she took another sip of her wine, feeling the pleasant burn of alcohol settling in her gut. But truth be told, she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed at her impending career change, even if she had every reason to be proud. Countless kirin like her had applied to join the Imperial Kirian Army's upper management and feed themselves into the gears of that all-powerful machine; very few were ever accepted. Those that were found themselves flush with prestige and influence on par with the old banners that once ruled the military, but were increasingly pushed to the sides as the Realm's old military modernized under the NAKP's efforts. Scarlet knew she would be pushed harder than she ever had been before, and she would probably make a lot of enemies in the process. But it was a position that rewarded ambitious kirin, and Scarlet knew she certainly was one of those.
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The IKA wants the best, and that's you!
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Above the Rest
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Firebolt rubbed shoulders with her husband as the pair trotted along Fragrance's wharves on a hot day. Perhaps it was a little too hot; the metal scales embedded into Firebolt's nose felt like they were burning under the sun, and she had to pause for a moment to rub at them in frustration. It was the little things like that that reminded her of the war more than anything else, and how the bullet she took to the face would have killed her if it'd been a little bit further to either side.
Her husband stopped and stood in front of her, casting his shadow over her face to give her a slight reprieve from the sun, if only for a moment. "We're almost there," he assured her, and he gave her a peck on the cheek. "We can ask Malt for some ice to cool it down."
"I should have gone for ceramic scales, not metal," Firebolt groused, but she kissed her husband back and resumed trotting. "Come on, we're late enough as is, Teak. Signal's probably started the party without us."
Teak nodded, and the two continued along the way, watching as the crowd of civilians subconsciously parted for the couple as they strode with military bearing. It wasn't long before they made it to their destination, a small bar named Lookout's Point, and stepped inside. Subdued music filled the background as a few dozen kirin of clean military dress and atmosphere talked with each other and shared drinks, and the two went right to the bar where a group of kirin crowded around one particular specimen wearing his dress blues, complete with medal hanging from the breast pocket. "Congratulations, Signal!" Teak shouted, and the couple parted the crowd to shake hooves with the kirin in question. "I bet the NAKP's happy to have one of their finest soldiers in the party!"
"Teak! Firebolt!" Signal exclaimed, raising his drink in his magic. "So great to see you! The ceremony was fun and all, but now the party's really getting started! Hey, Malt, get them some beers, will you?"
Signal and Teak fell into easy conversation, and Firebolt exchanged courteous greetings with the kirin around them, though her mood dampened somewhat when she saw the pins of the Order of the Iron Chrysanthemum on their lapels. She and Teak and Signal were soldiers who had earned their worth to the NAKP; the kirin of the Iron Chrysanthemum bought their positions with money rather than blood. Still, she stopped herself from bringing it up. It wouldn't do to ruin Signal's celebration by butting heads with his new party mates, would it?
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Deworming the West
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"Ready to begin, sir."
"Excellent." Standard-Commander Ficus Ginseng of the Sixth Special Rear Operations Squadron of Civil Defense gathered up his notes and nodded to his secretary as she readied the typewriter to receive his dictated dispatch. "To Vice-Banner-Commander Ginseng Varnish, 3rd Special Naval Squadron; Sister, by now your ships should be within sight of Sunflower and the hive of rebels infesting the area. I have not been able to share details of the operation with you until now for fear of rebels catching wind and them slipping our net, but now it will be too late for them to act. As I'm sure you are aware, the guerillas around Sunflower are the remnants of the Rising Fire, who rule the town with an iron hoof and demand tribute from the peasants living there in the form of food and fodder for their forces. Informants and loyalists to the Empire suffer under summary executions and collective punishment on their neighbors and families. In short, these are vermin that must be stamped right out, and such is your directive."
"Reference Stratagem Nine according to the Civil Defense Counter-Insurgency Manual," Ficus continued, pulling his summary of the stratagem to the top of his notes. "This infestation is to be treated as a case of parasitism that we must spare no effort in rooting out. The bandits derive their sustenance from the peasants of the countryside they infest. They do not produce their own supplies; these they steal or receive in contributions from the local populace. Additionally, we have seen reports that they hide amongst the peasantry in plainclothes, and they receive additional assistance from beyond their area of operations. To that effect, upon arrival, you shall cordon off an area of twenty miles radius from the center of town and prevent the crossings of any creatures past this cordon. Once contained, you will destroy the sources of the parasite's existence. Torch any and all arable land within the area, contaminate wells as you see fit, and raze any places of industry or infrastructure you find. Any kirin suspected of providing aid to the bandits must be rounded up and executed, and villages that do not cooperate shall be razed to the ground. Remember that we are fighting a parasite, and to kill it, the host must temporarily suffer by necessity. Fevers are unpleasant, but at the end of the day, the host lives, and the parasite dies."
Satisfied, Ficus gave one last nod to his secretary. "I shall leave the implementation of the details to you, sister. Act accordingly, and Concord willing, we may be able to share stories over the New Year celebrations."
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"I'm sure we'll have a lot to talk about."
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A Tragic Opportunity
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The single newspaper laid on the table between the three kirin, its headlines screaming a story of loss and mourning throughout the Realm. 'RHAPSODY MAGISTRATES PERISH IN TRAGIC PLANE CRASH' it shouted, alongside an arrangement of portraits of the Procurate's late members. But though the news was a tragic blow to the pride of not only the city of Rhapsody, but the entirety of the Way of Fire, there was not a wet eye between the three pairs in the boardroom.
"A tragedy," Fickle Current remarked as he glanced at the newspaper, but after a moment, he swept it aside with his magic. "A Marksist-Stallionist anarchist finds her way into Rhapsody's airport and the next thing you know, a routine flight from Rhapsody to Fragrance crashes into the sea."
"A pity," Cypress Snow agreed, though the news didn't seem to bother him all that much. "They will be missed. They deserve nothing less than a state funeral and a week of national mourning. I assume we've already been in contact with their successors?"
His eyes slid over to the third kirin, and Dr. Ardent Bloom nodded. "Their successors have proven much more agreeable than the old lot toward our proposal to integrate the Procurate into the Empire's bureaucracy," he informed them. "And with their agreement, the shares of the Rhapsody Arsenal that the old Procurate once controlled have been generously transferred to the NAKP. Bringing the Arsenal into line with the rest of the VasCorps will help us present a more unified front for the nation, and finally quash those niggling whispers of rebellion coming from their board."
"Excellent." With that, Fickle stood up, and his two companions did the same. "It's important that that matter is finally put to rest. That the loyalty of the Arsenal could ever be owed to a body that was not the Vermilion Throne is inconceivable."
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The Matriarch will be most pleased to bring one of her wayward foals back in line.
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Climbing the Ladder
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Mistletoe sighed as she finally shuffled out of her office and noted that the sun had already set behind the buildings lining the campus park. Yet another twelve hour day trying to play middlemare between five different departments that refused to communicate to each other except through her. But she needed the overtime, so she couldn't complain too much. Especially since, as a middle manager in Sycee's exports department, she actually qualified for overtime pay, unlike most of the kirin under her. It wasn't much, but the time-and-a-quarter pay was very much appreciated, especially with her mother's hip surgery coming up... and doubly so when Sycee's insurance didn't cover 'pre-existing conditions developed before the NAKP's assumption of state affairs'.
Mistletoe trudged off down the road, thinking only of the homemade soup her mother would have stewing on the stove for her when she got back. She was fortunate, she knew, as she watched crowds of kirin gathered at dingy roadside inns and gambling dens, burning away what little pittance of pay they had left over once Sycee took back its cuts for corporate lodging and the groceries they bought at the company store. They were the kirin who didn't have the drive or the brains to devote themselves to higher learning and becoming something more useful than laborers or pen-pushers for the trading houses, and as such, they would never rise above their station. They didn't have the drive to succeed, and thus would only be compensated for what they were worth. But Mistletoe knew she was worth more, and she pushed herself to prove it to Sycee. Every day, she busted her scales putting in extra hours for the company, and she knew promotions would be coming soon. The pay raise would be very much appreciated, especially while her mother recovered from surgery, and the higher pay grade meant they would qualify for larger housing accommodations. Maybe she and her mother could have separate bedrooms!
A familiar face waved at her from the other street corner, and Mistletoe had to suppress a frown as she waved back. Kudzu worked in her department alongside her, and she knew he was a competitor for the promotion in her department. He was always kissing their supervisor's scales and giving her compliments on every little thing she did or wore, while Mistletoe was too busy busting her flank to make small talk. He was a competitor, and a threat to her future. But then an idea hit her, and a smile broke out on her muzzle. Next time Kudzu had his morning coffee, she'd secure her promotion.
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Maybe I can put that leftover rat poison to good use...
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Changing of the Seasons
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Vermilion was not the same as it once was, and oddly enough, Fickle Current didn't know how to feel about that.
The Chairkirin of the NAKP stood in front of Vermilion's largest Way of Fire pagoda alongside the party's top brass as soldiers paraded down Capitol Central Boulevard to trumpets and fanfare, though his eyes were more often than not drawn to the modern skyline rising in the ancient city. Vermilion had finally entered a new age with the destruction of the last cell of Autumnal loyalists hiding out in the Vermilion Basin, and nowhere was that more obvious than in the buildings of steel and concrete rising above the ancient wooden and stone buildings. The new age of the NAKP had finally enforced its dominance over the old ways, and though Vermilion still felt like a city under occupation, the lifting of martial law before the parade made it obvious that the former capital of the Realm and the Matriarch Superior's centuries-old seat of power was starting to join the rest of the country in its march into the future. With one hoof in yesteryear and one in tomorrow, Vermilion was a city that straddled two great periods of kirin history, providing a bridge between the old and the new. And as Fickle looked out over the city's skyline, he couldn't help but wonder if it would be prudent to take advantage of such a bridge.
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Vermilion has always been the nail that held the Realm together.
Fragrance rebuilt the Realm, and it deserves what it is owed.
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The MiliTourism Business
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Dr. Ardent Bloom was the last kirin to shuffle into the boardroom, and he gave the rest of the kirin present an apologetic smile as he took his seat at the head of the long table. "My apologies, everykirin. The latest budgeting meeting got... heated, as it always does. Is there any soot on my suit?" The little quip earned polite chuckles from the rest of the kirin, and Ardent nodded at the mare standing at the front of the room by a projector screen. "Please, begin. The board is very excited to hear what you have to say."
"Thank you, doctor," the mare said, and her magic seized the projector switch and clicked onto a picture of idyllic rice terraces nestled in a pristine countryside. "Fillies and gentlecolts of the board, we spend our days working hard for our enterprises and doing the best we can to keep a leg up on our competitors. But successful work is hard work, taxing work, and kirin weren't meant to toil in offices forever. So why not treat yourself to a change of pace? Why not take your family on a trip out west and connect with our ancient roots, like the locals do!"
The projector clicked over to the next slide, this one showing kirin in traditional garb dancing in front of traditional rammed earth buildings roofed with traditional thatch in a traditional communal hall. "Welcome to the Wild West Village, the flagship project of The Kiria Travel and Tourism Company! Our patrons will have the opportunity to experience some of the simple joys of a simple life in protected villages to simulate a safe and wholesome version of our rural roots. By keeping the ravages of the war far away from these vacationing hotspots and ensuring cooperation with the locals through a revenue sharing system, we can provide tailored experiences to paying customers that present an idealized sense of exotic adventure without any of the dirty, troublesome ways of the western peasants to ruin the experience. Don't want their backwards ways infecting good and pious Way of Fire devout, of course!
"And, as the Empire expands, so too shall we!" she continued flashing a smile and flipping to the next slide showing a collage of pictures from snowy mountains to sandy beaches. "A spa experience in Lotus Crown, climbing Zongo Mountain, a relaxing day on the azure beaches of the Zebrides, all coming soon to a vacation package near you. To that end, the Company is willing to subsidize the Empire's efforts to expand and secure these vacationing spots. You get us the land, and we'll make sure the locals are all happy and cooperative!"
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"And if they aren't, our private security forces will make sure they change their tune!"
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A Pirate's Life for Me
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"When can I take this stupid thing off?" Roaring Fire, legendary pirate queen of the South Kirin Sea, tugged at the collar of her white navy uniform with her magic and grumbled. "I hope you lot don't expect me to be all clean and proper like the rest of your stuffy suits."
"It was only for the ceremony," Fickle Current said, not even sparing her a glance as the two kirin trotted down the docks in Hyacinth. "You're the Chief Administrator of the Exclusive Naval Economic Zone of South Kiria, but the rest of the NAKP wasn't going to take you seriously if you showed up in that ridiculous garb of yours. You can take it off when we get to your ship."
"I'm not waiting until I get to the ship," Roaring Fire muttered, and Fickle Current flinched at the sound of tearing fabric. He looked back over his shoulder to see the pirate queen stripped naked, and she tossed the ruined fabric into the lapping waters of the harbor. "Much better," she said with a happy lilt, and when she saw Current's fluster, she gave her flanks a suggestive shake. "What's that thing about pirates and booty...?"
Fickle pointedly turned away and continued trotting, refusing to entertain the seaborne marauder's antics. "You're free to engage in whatever shenanigans you want when you're on your ship and out of my mane," he said. "As leader of the ENEZ, it's your duty to patrol the sea lanes along the coast of Kiria, collect shipping taxes and harbor fees, and project our naval power out into our waters. And if the state happens to need the shipping traffic of unfriendly powers disrupted or a statement made on some unfortunate coastal town, then I'm sure you'll find a way to do so discreetly. The line between pirate and sailor is oh-so-blurry in the fog of war."
"I'll need ships," Roaring Fire said, cantering to catch up to Current after her little display. "I can't help but feel like my crew hasn't had a fair seat at the table after all we did in your little war."
"You'll have your ships. Starting with that one." With that, Fickle Current gestured to a brand new cruiser docked in Hyacinth's harbor, its bridge glistening in the morning light. Sleek and modern, it was enough to leave the usually quick-witted and foul-mouthed Roaring Fire with her jaw agape. "She was launched under a rather boring service number. I'll leave the name up to you. Consider it the NAKP's first investment in the ENEZ. I have no doubt that with it, you'll have the funds in no time to grow your fleet."
He gave Roaring Fire a satisfied look, and after a few seconds, the pirate queen's astonished expression turned into one of giddy joy.
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Pirate Thalassocracy icon Pirate Thalassocracy
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"Concord's Mistress". How's that for a name?
Releases ENEZ South Kiria as a Puppet. While [833.GetName] and [1065.GetName] remain owned and controlled by ENEZ South Kiria, (+4.00K) File:Kirin coin texticon.png Gold Coins will be deposited into the Party Treasury Every Month.
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Birthday Planning
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It was the Matriarch's birthday, but it was not a happy one.
That much was obvious to Fickle Current as he stood off to the side of the Vermilion Throne and watched countless delegations from all across the Realm bring gifts and tribute to the Matriarch Superior. From wealthy VasCorp CEOs making personal visits to maintain the farce that they owed allegiance to Rain Shine and not the other way around, to lowly commoners screened beforehoof by the NAKP to show the love all kirin held for their Matriarch, the carefully choreographed song and dance played out before Rain Shine's sullen eyes and forced smile. It wasn't hard for Fickle to understand why Rain Shine wasn't happy; why would she be, when she was forced to serve as the NAKP's puppet to maintain its grasp on the Realm as it took power out of her hooves, away from Concord, and into the pockets of millionaires? But it was a charade that she maintained, if only to help keep the Realm stable. Current held no doubts that Rain Shine disapproved of everything he and his friends had done to Kiria, but she played her part to stop her kirin from killing each other. She was too good of a kirin, if too naive, to think of ending the lie for some greater good that lay on the other side of a river of blood.
Still, between the gifts and the feast earlier that evening, which had consisted of a grandiose spread of traditional Kirian dishes and exotic fare from Equus, Griffonia, and other parts of Zebrica, Current found the gears in his head turning. He recalled several prominent party members and board executives of the various VasCorps talking with lust over the wealth and resources of the Hindian deer to the north even as they sampled small platters of its food. Talk of aggression against Hindia was common in parlor meetings but nearly absent in the boardroom, as it was understood that war with their populous northern neighbor could be catastrophic to the profit margins of the VasCorps. But Current wondered if there was merit to that talk or merely an abundance of caution. He knew that if he pushed the right kirin and justified it, he could have the Realm at war with Hindia in no time.
Besides, he had neglected to give Rain Shine a birthday gift this year. He'd have to give her a special one next year.
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A Hindian Present
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A great pavilion of glass and steel had been erected in the ruins of [1163.GetCapitalVictoryPointName], even though the rubble still smoldered from the fierce fighting that had brought the city to its knees. Every building around the pavilion had been commandeered by the Iron Chrysanthemum, and a crowd of kirin and deer surrounding the pavilion cheered as Matriarch Superior Rain Shine trotted down a red silk carpet under the protection of two dozen bodyguards. The tall kirin looked markedly uncomfortable, the smile on her muzzle as fake and forced as the pretext for the war in the first place, but she painfully made her way into the pavilion regardless.
Inside, she found herself face to face with Fickle Current and a looted throne, and as she took her seat to the fanfare of trumpets, Current lifted a Hindian crown off of its cushion and rested it upon her head. "Long live Matriarch Superior Rain Shine, chosen divine avatar of Concord, and Empress and Protectress of Hindia!" he proclaimed to the crowd, and the cheering crowd of NAKP grandees, corporate aristocrats, and Hindian collaborators stomped their hooves in applause. Rain Shine grimaced at them and obediently waved her hoof, and as the cheering reached thunderous applause, Fickle Current leaned down and whispered in her ear:
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"Happy belated birthday, Rain Shine."
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Due Payment
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The reception had been beyond lavish, with the NAKP's creditor being welcomed with all the luxuries that were available. Fine wines, luxurious foods from across the world and performances by the greatest musicians money could hire had all been employed as a show of gratitude. Gratitude, and also to hopefully soften up the Changeling that was currerntly making himself comfortable in the seat across from Fickle Current.
"It's been quite the lovely reception, if I didn't know better I'd say you were trying to butter me up," Finicus Vesali gave Fickle Current a knowing smile. "However, I still believe we have the matter of your payment plan to discuss."
"Of course." Fickle Current smiled back, though he felt a small chill going down his spine. He had seen the estimates, and though desperate times had called for desperate measures, this was one debt he was not looking forward to squaring. "Some more wine while we discuss it?"
"No thank you, and from one businesscreature to another, let's just get this band-aid ripped off without dragging it out, shall we?" Finicus's smile had turned vicious now. "The interest rate for the loan you took was set at 150%, quite the reasonable price considering the high risks of the investment I must say. Still, I am not wholly unreasonable, and though my queen is expecting the money back expeditiously, I do have some leeway. We could just get the repayment out of the way right now, though if you require more time, we could see about stretching it out over a few months. What will it be?"
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The NAKP thank you for your understanding.
Changeling Debts icon Changeling Debts
Our bargain with the changelings is holding up so far, and we can have the surprising generosity of Finicus to thank for this, as he has spread out our dues over several months.
There is no need, the NAKP pays its debts.
Changeling Debts icon Changeling Debts
Paranoid heads claimed that we would not survive this roguish relationship with the bugs, but not only have we survived, we have thrived well enough to pay what is owed from us as soon as possible.
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The NAKP's Debts
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The below descriptions are available for this event.
The following description is used if:
- [SCOPE]Our country
- Original country is Realm of Kiria
- Original country is
- "They pledged away their own home, gave away the Pearl of Kiria, for money. And you expect us to honor that debt?" Fern Flare could not believe her ears, and stared in disbelief at the changeling in front of her. What he had told her left her sick to her stomach.
"To an extent," Finicus Vesali clarified with a smile. "We are not wholly unreasonable and we are more than open to compensating you. Still, for the sake of Kiria's future relationship with Main Hive Industries - and the Changeling Queendom - I hope you can see that we poured a lot of money into Kiria, money that has benefitted Fragrance. All we wish is for is the opportunity to recoup our losses, and the city centre of Fragrance will help us do this."
"Oh, yes, that does indeed sound reasonable, just steal a city and ask the creatures you steal it from to not be rude. Of course," Fern Flare felt her disbelief slowly turn to anger. She had to stop herself and take a couple of deep breaths.
"We are not going to budge on this issue, I'm afraid, and surely Kiria has suffered enough without starting a conflict that will lead it into war with the Changeling Hives." Finicus's smile left his face, making it clear just how serious he was.
"Let me offer you an honorable way out, however. Fragrance is one city, of little import to the whole of Kiria, and in return for avoiding another bloody war, MHI will provide you ample industrial and technological aid in return, providing Kiria with peace and progress. If you would choose war instead, that will be on you. I just ask you consider what Kiria truly needs right now."
The following description is used if:
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- Original country is
Republic of Kiria
- Original country is
- "You are asking Kiria to accept foreign aggressors stealing an entire city, all because a pack of greedy merchants decided to pawn away their homeland for money. Why shouldn't we just attack and kick you back into the sea?" Dayspring Rose was nauseated by not the presumptious changeling in front of her but also the depths of the NAKP's amorality.
"The city is quite well fortified, and the price you would pay for it is great." Finicus Vesali nodded his head to her. "Also, Fragrance is not a city that is very welcoming to the Rising Fire, ma'am. It resents the Silence for what it cost it, and if you seize it, all you will have is a city that loathes you and which would rise up in revolt before long."
"Do you believe we are not willing to do whatever it takes to save our homeland?" Dayspring Rose asked him lowly. Finicus gave her a small smile. "I would not be so derogatory to suggest that the Fragrancese would win such a fight, but there will be very little left of the city when you do put them down. Who benefits from that? The Fraternal Republic does not need more conflict, and for your understanding, MHI can provide what it does need; industrial and technological aid. We will keep Fragrance under control, make sure that the loans we gave are repaid, without you even really needing to be involved in the process. In return, you will gain all the aid that we can give you, reconstruction will be sped up, and the Fraternal Republic will not need to deal with another war, nor the rebuilding of a levelled city."''
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We will never yield even an inch of Kiria to you!
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Very well, we will accept your terms.
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If you are serious about this, you will need to make a better offer.
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Summer Spice breathed in a lungful of damp air before exhaling shakily. The smell of earth was thick inside the dark basement, the only light coming from a smattering of candles. Around her sat a group of dishevelled kirin—fellow members of the Marksist-Stallionist Workers Party of Kiria. They spoke in hushed tones, grappling with the shocking developments that had taken place in the city. Fragrance has been taken over by Changelings. The question was now: how should they respond?
Silver Thatch cleared his throat. "It pains me to say this," The aged kirin spoke softly. For years he had been their rock, but now he seemed so very fragile. "We must leave this place and cross over back to Kiria. The Changelings know brutality extraordinarily well. If we stay, they will suppress us ruthlessly and we will suffer the same fate as Gold Muffin's communists." Sorrow was evident in Thatch's eyes. "We must face reality: at this point, the liberation of Fragrance can only be achieved via an invasion from Kiria. We can work with the Rising Fire, or the RaHP. Even they are opposed to the Changelings. We must retreat, and bide our time."
Silence reigned for only a moment before a sharp voice cut through the cold air. "You can not be serious!" Cramoisy erupted. "Run away? What we need to do more than anything is stay in Fragrance and continue our work." Her every word dripped with conviction. "Fragrance is under imperialist rule by a foreign colonial power, a capitalist and hyper-exploitative power too. Kirin are suffering as we speak. And you tell us to wait and compromise?" Cramoisy stomped a hoof emphatically. "It is our duty to stay and fight for the rights and freedoms of the Fragrancese worker and citizen. They need to know that we are with them, or else we will never gain their trust. We need to put our money where our mouth is!"
Summer Spice held her breath. She thought back to when Cramoisy had first joined the MSWPK, recruited by her personally. She remembered their comradery, but she also remembered all the wisdom Silver Thatch had given her over the years. It was a choice between her friend or her mentor. It was unclear who had been more persuasive. In truth, she herself did not know who was right. She closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
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The Meeting
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A light trail of smoke emanated from Sciaridae's cigarette as he wordlessly presented a manila folder. "Casualties following our landing were negligible, as was any local resistance," he said with a puff. "Fragrance is now officially under our protection, and we are in a position to assert control over the city and the Eastern side of the inlet."
The figure beyond his desk took hold of the folder and perused its contents. This envoy was disguised for reasons that escaped the korpskommandant. Sciaridae knew better than to be fooled by the apparently unremarkable drone before him and didn't ask questions.
The changeling hummed thoughtly as he read on.
"As for potential candidates for the position of Chief Executive, I've narrowed them down to two choices," Sciaridae continued. "Cypress Snow and Ardent Bloom, both high ranking NAKP members—pages thirteen and fifteen respectively."
While his guest flipped to the indicated pages, Sciaridae shifted in his seat. Snow was an academic and professor who was knowledgeable and well recognised among the NAKP base: landowners, industrialists, and the intelligentsia. Meanwhile, Bloom was the NAKP's chief economist before its collapse. Both kirin would have been excellent choices in Sciaridae's eyes.
After a minute or so, the envoy glanced up. "Either one will fall in line?" he asked blankly.
"Of course," Sciaridae replied. "Both of them sought refuge at our consulate when the NAKP was defeated. They will gladly follow our instructions, at least in the short run."
Nodding, the drone placed the folder on the desk. "Our understudy has already arrived, but they'll need some time to prepare before stepping in, Korpskommandant. We wouldn't want to have another Canterlot Wedding situation, would we?"
"Of course," Sciaridae promptly replied. "Might I then suggest that we pick..."
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The New Poplar Heights Neighbourhood
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The sounds of earth-churning machinery emblazoned with the Main Hive Industries logo and hundreds of quartets of hooves at work echoed all over the Poplar Heights neighbourhood. Asides from the presence of changeling overseers, armed soldiers, and machinery, the build sites were nothing too out of the ordinary to the outside observer.
But Summer Smile knew otherwise.
Summer herself was a member of one of the several unions that operated in the area. She and her family had lived in the neighbourhood before her grandparents' were born, and like most others residents, their home was everything. The nearby workshops-turned-factories had provided hard but honest work that was stable and reliable. She had the chips on her hooves to show for it.
It all changed when the occupiers arrived.
They first offered paltry compensation for the families of Poplar Heights to vacate elsewhere. Many had, of course, refused and had organised to resist any attempt to move them. The residents had fought before against hired thugs from the factory owners and even armed soldiers with orders from Vermilion. They had every reason to expect another group of high-hooved bandits to limp back home with broken bones.
Summer shuddered as the images of explosions erupting around the ranks of residents and protesting kirin flooded back into her mind. She later learned that the changelings used three field guns and two planes to bombard the erected barricades. Those who didn't immediately flee faced the onslaught of bombs. The many wounded who survived were then confronted by the organised and ruthless changeling soldiery. Poplar Heights burned that night.
Now Summer glared at the kirin collaborators either working on the site or guarding it with the few changeling soldiers. Thankfully she didn't recognise any of the neighbours she knew. It was a small comfort, but she held on to it dearly, for she knew that nobody from her neighbourhood had the strength to stand up, not after the devastation and massacre.
She looked down upon herself. Summer's coat was matted, dirty, and completely unpresentable. Only the goodwill and kindness of strangers that took in her and her family had kept them alive so far. What was she to do now?
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The Physiological Effects of Mota Rubra (Foal's Breath) on Kirin Subjects - Page 47
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Effects observed in the one-hundred-and-eight (108) kirin subjects in order of frequency:
One-hundred-and-three (103) cases of slight euphoria
Ninety-six (96) cases of increased stamina and energy
Eighty-eight (88) cases of increased loquacious behaviour
Forty-seven (47) cases of minor alcoholic-like intoxication
Forty-two (42) cases of increased passion (non-love variety)
Two (2) cases of soothed throats
Mota rubra's effects on non-kirin subjects are unknown, as are the complete medicinal applications for kirin subjects. Preliminary findings suggest additional benefits for the latter, and more will be known once all of the chemical compounds are isolated. No notable diminishing in the mental faculties has been detected besides some difficulties focusing on singular tasks or conversation subjects. No appreciable difference was noted between direct ingestion of mota rubra and drinking the tea-like drink brewed as per kirin tradition.
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There is a consensus among the team that the ingestion of mota rubra by kirin bears no greater risk than consuming alcohol. There is no reason to uphold the ban for civilian consumption to create consternation from the native kirin populations. Additionally, use by kirin auxiliaries may ensure loyalty towards changeling officers and should be encouraged. Upon complete chemical analysis, it may be possible to synthetically create an easy-to-swallow pill form of mota rubra to be dispensed widely among the kirin soldiery.
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Breaking into the New Roles
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"Good day, Executive Director." Sciaridae leaned closer over his desk. "Or should I say Operationsdirektorin?" he asked with a sly smile.
The drone before him smiled back as she smoothed a crease on her grey blouse. "Why Korpskommandant Sciaridae; it's almost as if you're implying that I am a civilian leader now." They shared a sincere laugh and slouched slightly in their seats.
"I'm glad to see you again, Cheli."
"Same with you, Sciari." Cheli Cerae's cigarette lit up as she drew in a breath of smoke. "But I'll be even gladder once we get to work."
Sciaridae paused momentarily before nodding. "Yes, I've been meaning to ask: have you already set up your network?"
"Almost," the elder drone replied. "Half of my agents have arrived and are preparing to assume their roles. The other dozen are still en route, but we are about ready to begin our rule." Cheli sat up straighter while flashing a predatory grin. "I've got my best agent understudying as an aide of [Root.GetLeader]'s team as we speak."
The Korpskommandant beamed in response. "Fragrance may be small, but we're not ones to settle for backwater assignments, are we?" His horn lit up as he levitated a local brandy and two shot glasses.
"It should have been Equestria," Cheli murmured, irritated, before lighting up and accepting her glass with her magic. "However, Kiria will do."
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The sun set over the city of Fragrance as patients filed into the waiting room of a doctor's clinic. Among them were kirin from all trots of life: a burly dock worker clad in a nondescript overcoat and fedora sat alongside a lawyerly-looking mare with silk cuffs, a lanky clerk wearing an MHI badge on his tie, a father and son, and a schoolfilly in uniform. Around a dozen had gathered by the time the last kirin arrived. Afterwards, a nurse emerged from behind the counter, flipping the sign on the entrance to 'CLOSED' and drawing the blinds.
Wordlessly, the kirin entered the back office. Once inside the dark and smoky room they all dropped their disguises simultaneously, revealing their true changeling forms. Not a minute passed before an elegant figure emerged from the basement, wreathed in shadow. It was Cheli Cerae—the Operationsdirektorin—conductor of this black orchestra.
"Loyal soldiers," Cheli wasted no time addressing the assembled changelings, "In our hooves rests the tremendous responsibility of restoring glory to the changeling infiltrator tradition. Expelled from the homeland to these faraway lands; these distant shores are fertile soil for our tradition to flourish," she said in a low voice, her words ringing with deep conviction. "Our brethren are arriving from across the ocean as we speak, but you have the honour of being among the first to be given this solemn duty."
"First we build our strength, then we assert control over this city, the Pearl of Kiria, and then we proliferate." Cheli's face twisted into a predatory grin. "Infiltrators from our proud order will be embedded in the highest echelons of Zebrican governments, institutions, and militaries. No matter what the ignorant masses might believe, we will be the ones pulling the strings." Her speech proved inspiring, despite the cramped conditions of the office, leaving every changeling in the audience enraptured. "From the shadows, our symphony shall ring out across the world!"
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The Money Mare
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Euodyn Volistad took a slow sip of coffee as her gaze moved across the immaculate office of her bored-looking superior. Since arriving in Fragrance her days had been a whirlwind of meetings, but she had no complaints: as Company Director and the changeling entrusted with running the MHI operation in the city, she was not one to be easily intimidated. Across from her sat Odorata, her boss.
Except it wasn't Odorata. Euodyn knew that the changeling drone who sat across from her was really Cheli Cerae, and Cheli knew that Euodyn knew.
Cheli was in Fragrance as Odorata, the drone technically in charge of the local MHI operation despite not actually doing any work. Evidently they had other priorities, but Euodyn wasn't bitter. After all, taking care of company business was simply her job. "Sir," Euodyn began, "In accordance with the company's objectives in Kiria, I will begin directing resources and funds back to the homeland without delay."
"What?" Cheli said incredulously. "That will weaken the Fragrancese economy. Unacceptable. I need a strong Fragrance to accomplish my objectives. Can you possibly reduce the tithes?" Cheli took a lazy drag from their cigarette.
"Absolutely not, sir." Euodyn shrugged. "MHI is here to collect on their investment. I would advise against impeding our mission here." Euodyn was completely calm. The message was clear: there was no room for negotiation.
"Tch," Cheli stewed in annoyance for a moment before recovering. "Fine," they said, narrowing their eyes, "We will simply have to make up for the shortfall using other methods." Their mind raced with possibilities. With an army of infiltrators under their command, funnelling capital back into Fragrance would be a breeze, to say nothing of the opportunities presented by financial and industrial espionage.
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Efficacy Report: Projekt Chimera
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Experiments have finally borne fruit—Poison Joke specimens imported from Equestria have adapted well to the subtropical Fragrancese climate and the current PJ crop in Greenhouse 8 is thriving. More crops to be planted. Additionally, the final stage of Projekt Chimera is complete. Synthesis successful. Results of tests excerpted below.
Control test: prisoner X. Flameproof reinforced testing chamber. Subject provoked into nirik state via narco-psychological techniques, chemical cocktail plus physical sensory agitation. Incapacitated only by full drum barrage of MG 34 bullets, which proved fatal.
Test 1-3: prisoners J-L. Testing procedure identical across all three tests. Subject provoked into nirik state. Shot with tranquilliser dart loaded with synthesised poison-joke-foals-breath serum. EFFECTIVE. Unconsciousness within 3-5 seconds after being shot. Immediate cessation of nirik state. Consciousness regained in weakened kirin state between 2 to 4 hours, very comfortable margin of time for recapture.
Test on non-kirin subjects (griffon, pony, zebra) INEFFECTIVE. Tranquilising effect unable to be reproduced, although standard Poison Joke side effects observed.
Pursuant to further testing and refinement, RECOMMENDED for mass production along with dart guns for issuance to Fragrance garrison as effective anti-nirik weaponry.
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Don't Drink the Water
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The air was humid as Summer Spice took a slow breath and steadied her binoculars, keeping a careful watch on the Fragrance Water Plant. Even compared to the usual activities of a MSWPK activist, this was dangerous.
It all started when she noticed that the city had become sleepier lately. Her fellow kirin were becoming less and less active—it was as if a malaise was hanging over the city. Doing her own investigation into the matter and connecting dots had led her to a disturbing possibility: that changeling agents were tampering with the water supply.
Weeks of clandestine observation provided more and more evidence for her hunch, but nothing definite yet. Just then, she witnessed something inconceivable. One of the kirin workers hauling barrels into the plant lost his balance, becoming soaked in liquid as the barrel's contents spilled out. Within seconds, he was out cold, remaining unresponsive even as his coworkers tried to rouse him.
Her eyes went wide. It was the final piece of the puzzle, there was no longer any doubt standing in the way of a horrific conclusion: some kind of chemical compound was being put into Fragrance's water supply, intended to make the population docile and compliant. A changeling plot to deplete the brainpower and sap the strength of the entire city!
Impossible to see. Impossible to smell. Impossible to taste.
The world started spinning. "No, no, no," she whispered, stumbling backwards. It was just too dreadful to be true. She tried to fight back the urge to vomit, and failed.
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Arrival and Revival
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On a moonless night, a solitary freighter entered the Port of Fragrance and pulled up to an isolated loading area. Under the cover of darkness, a cohort of changelings silently disembarked and breathed in the unfamiliar air. They were veteran infiltrator-understudies of the Infiltrationsgruppe 'Maskerade': the last unterstudy-kompanie not disbanded after the Canterlot Defeat. Their name was a proud one, one often whispered in awe when spoken by ordinary changelings. Even so, the company had been gutted.
They were living legends, no doubt, but also the last of their breed. Only three dozen capable infiltrators trained in the old ways remained, and they were ageing. No traditionally-trained infiltrators had been produced in the years since the Canterlot Defeat. Most saw themselves as relics of a bygone era. That is, until Cheli Cerae gave them hope, along with a new mission.
Fifteen members of the Infiltrationsgruppe 'Maskerade' were to be given a crash course in kirin language, customs, politics, and history before returning to active service in the Ost-Zebrikan context. The remainder would become instructors for the Operationsdirektorin's brainchild: the Ost-Zebrikan Unterstudyschule. This school would train changeling infiltrators in the traditional ways and represent a bastion of ancient changeling tradition on alien shores.
The journey across the sea had been long, but there was no grumbling. For changelings who thought their stories were over, this was the beginning of a new chapter.
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Despite its young age, the Ost-Zebrikan Unterstudyschule grew at an astonishing rate into a frenzied swarm of activity. Within its walls, trainee infiltrators trained intensively in a wide range of fields: voice training, voice acting, body language, ethnography, linguistics, applied psychology, hoof-to-hoof combat, firearms training, shapeshifting, physical and mental conditioning, and espionage, just to name a few.
And trainee Ludicatrix enjoyed every minute. It all came naturally, like it was what she was born to do. The world was a stage and she was the lead actress. But her least favourite part was the factory shifts. Her instructors called it 'hybrid training'. She would take the form of a middle-level factory line manager. Her job was to act the part, supervise the workers, identify any potential troublemakers, ascertain whether they were merely dissatisfied or something more dangerous, like a union organiser, and if they were the latter neutralise them. Her other job was to collect love.
She did this by discretely syphoning love from the workers a little bit at a time. The side effect was that they returned home slightly more depressed and tired than they would otherwise normally be after each work day. None would be the wiser. After all, it would be stranger if a shift at that factory wasn't soul-crushing and miserable. Annoyingly, she didn't get to keep the love; she had to regurgitate it into a container for eventual transport.
Time passed quickly. Days turned into weeks, then blurred together. After completion of her training Ludicatrix was promoted to Unteragent. The gruelling instruction proved to be invaluable preparation for her first real assignment: infiltrating Main Hive Industries. She was to "adjust" the placement of investments in order to strengthen Fragrance. When she received her assignment, she smiled, tingling with excitement.
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Great and Powerful
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For once, Sciaridae was at a loss. The young drone sitting across from him came highly recommended, but that assessment was hard to square with her appearance. Although she wore the standard drab Heer uniform, it was decorated with cheap pins, colourful merchandise, and... was that a magician's cape? Sciaridae had to wonder: was the homeland playing a joke on Fragrence? No, this position was too important. He cleared his throat and smiled politely. "I trust you are settling in well, Phylliini. Your unique skills are sorely needed here."
"Of course they are!" Phylliini said with an arrogant smirk. "When it comes to the military application of illusions, Tryxyi Phylliini is simply the best there is." She levitated a playing card in front of her before causing it to vanish in a puff of smoke, replaced by a fine-looking pistol. Sciaridae thought it looked familiar, before glancing down to his holster only to find it empty. "Tryxyi Phylliini's talents are undeniable." She leaned back in her chair, sliding Sciaridae his sidearm back.
Instantly, Sciaridae's fears were quelled. This was the reassuring effect of her overwhelming confidence. "Most impressive!" A genius was a genius. He had been told to expect an eccentric, after all. "By the way, what was that unicorn disguise you used on the way in?"
Phylliini snapped forward, eyes wide. "You have never heard of the Great and Powerful Trixie, the foremost magic user and entertainer in all of Equestria?" Sciaridae shook his head. Phylliini swiftly regained her composure. "Suffice to say, she is a living legend and a pony we have much to learn from. In fact, many have dedicated themselves to doing just that," she said proudly, polishing one of the pins on her uniform.
After leaving Sciaridae's office, Phylliini sighed deeply. Living in that shadow of one so brilliant was difficult. Sometimes, she even doubted herself. She was nowhere near as talented and amazing as the Great and Powerful Trixie, so it was only natural to feel insecure. The frustration of inferiority—Trixie probably had no idea how that felt. Phylliini slapped herself. "No time for sulking!" She had a job to do.
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Cloak and Dagger
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For the attention of Operationsdirektorin Cheli Cerae,
Infiltrators have been successfully inserted into the Kirian capital of Vermilion. Although the city is damaged by war and many government functions have been relocated elsewhere, it remains a lynchpin of the Kirian state bureaucracy and a critical nerve centre. The first group of infiltrators are in position in the Ministry of Archives, the second group in the Central Ministry, and other groups are occupying key government positions including the Ministries of Finance and Industry.
Standard procedure is an infiltrator takes the identity of a senior bureaucrat in a well-placed position in the bureaucracy. That infiltrator then feeds information to their handlers and support staff, who are their secretaries, cleaners, drivers, etc. So far everything has gone off without a hitch. Additionally, a black bag unit has been secreted in Vermilion. They are always on-call for operations against those who pry too much against our permeation of the bureaucracy.
With respect to the high-level outlook, our ability to manipulate resources in Kirira has been greatly enhanced. Their industry, bureaucracy, and finances are practically in changeling hooves. Altogether, our agents form a parasite that has leeched on to the brain of the Kirian state, and it can begin carefully syphoning whatever won't be missed. Now all we need to do is reap the benefits.
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For the attention of Operationsdirektorin Cheli Cerae,
Our operations in [FROM.GetName] have suffered a setback. [FROM.GetAdjective] internal affairs agents attempted to uncover our organised defrauding of their finances. Their investigation was too large to be discreetly undermined or destroyed, so agents in the country were forced to wipe all traces of our involvement and flee. This source of revenue has been cut off, but at least our presence and our operations remain undiscovered, although there will probably be a great deal of suspicion. The infiltrators involved have successfully returned to Fragrance, pending reassignment.
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For the attention of Operationsdirektorin Cheli Cerae,
Thus far, our foreign operations have progressed without any major disruptions. The pieces are in place to begin a new phase, outlined below.
Once we have infiltrated a country's administrative apparatus, we can send in infiltrators to disrupt the infrastructure of specific states. We can also send infiltrators to sabotage local defences or to bog down enemy conventional forces. Finally, we can dispatch specialist infiltrators to take over the resource extraction operations of a region and divert those extracted resources back to Fragrance, before exfiltrating after a year.
With these capabilities, not only will we be able to enrich ourselves and cause great disruption to the enemy in the event of a war, but also influence the outcome of foreign military campaigns and wars as well. Changeling infiltrators could sabotage foreign defences, allowing their enemies to roll over them, or disrupt the infrastructure and stymie the advance of a foreign force. The possibilities are endless.
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"Enough is enough," Cheli Cerae's low voice reverberated throughout the room where she stood surrounded by her loyal infiltrators. "Three organised threats still remain to our rule over this city: the Fragrance New Realm Party led by Maple Dew, the MSWPK led by Hawthorn Blaze, and finally, Fragrance's own civilian government led by [ROOT.GetLeader], who has proven to be quite recalcitrant and uncooperative."
"Despite being our nominal puppet, he remains independent-minded, and from what our spies in his staff report, still harbours fantastical notions of overthrowing changeling rule and restoring the NAKP to power." At this, several of the assembled agents chucked, and Cheli herself smirked.
"Ahem. To this end, he has reached out to the NRP and MSWPK. Which, conveniently enough, has allowed our infiltrators to infiltrate those organisations as well, since his personal staff is so thoroughly saturated with our changelings."
"Which brings us to the Liquidation Operation." Cheli levitated a pointer to the photos of Maple Dew, Hawthorn Blaze, and [ROOT.GetLeader] pinned to the wall behind her. "Our objective is to bring these malcontents under control once and for all. Unteragent Biroi, Unteragent Phantine, Unteragent Orusso, each of you will be crucial to this operation's success. Do you all understand your assignments?"
Unteragent Tohmax Phantine took a breath and nodded in response. He knew Hawthorn Blaze: he had studied the kirin's every movement for months. He was ready. Tohmax looked around and saw similar affirmations from his fellow agents. They all had faith in Cheli, and she had faith in them; the time had come to prove that faith was not misplaced.
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Finicus Vesali gulped as he pressed his lowered head against the cold ground. Eyes closed, he counted each agonising second in terrified silence. "You may rise," Queen Chrysalis declared at last. Finicus let slip a small sigh of relief, before looking up to see the Queen towering over him in her throne. Finicus steeled himself, his mission was still before him: renegotiating Fragrance's tithes to Vesalipolis.
"I am somewhat confused," Chrysalis hissed slowly, "It was my understanding that the entire reason we invested resources to aid your occupation of Fragrance was so that the city would send back resources and capital from Zebrica, exactly as you have been doing. Was I mistaken?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Tell me, am I wrong?" Finicus felt a wave of immense pressure, the invisible force of the Queen's authority weighing down on him. The rumours were true, Queen Chrysalis truly was an intimidating negotiator!
"No, my Queen, you are not." Finicus replied, concealing his fear completely. "However, the tithes have proven to be too heavy a burden for Fragrance's economy to bear. The statistics are clear: more than a third of all resources and capital in the city are being remitted to Vesalipolis. If nothing is done, I fear Fragrance may collapse and become a drain on the Queendom's resources, instead of being an asset."
"My, my my!" Chrysalis chucked. "I am impressed. Not many come into my throne room so boldly with a request such as this." She grinned, giving Finicus a clear view of her gleaming, razor sharp teeth. "Out of respect, I am willing to reduce the tithe." Finicus felt his heart skip a beat. "However! If I do this, I will be forced to withdraw military resources and support from the International City, since you would no longer be paying for it." Chrysalis kept her eyes glued on Finicus, taking pleasure in watching him squirm. "What will it be, hmm?"
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Where the World Ends
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Summer Spice glanced left and right, taking in a landscape much flatter than the one she was accustomed to. This was the farthest she had ever travelled doing work for the MSWPK. The countryside was quaint, and it was nice to get away from the city. Or at least it would have been, if not for the acrid stench lingering in the air.
She was investigating the new power plants which had sprung up around the outskirts of Fragrance. "Changelings sure built the places fast..." she muttered to herself. Rumours swirled in teahouses and opium dens that something sinister was going inside these gleaming, new, efficient power plants that pumped out plumes of black smoke 24/7.
She kept an eye on the buildings from a safe distance, taking a swig from her flask. She only drank tea, as strong as she could brew it, or alcohol: water from the pipes was not to be trusted, and she wasn't sure whether the groundwater had been spiked either. Caffeine and ethanol seemed to combat the chemical that had been put in the city's water supply.
Her attention was grabbed when a vanload of kirin arrived and were offloaded outside one of the plants. One of them turned nirik, erupting in ferocious flames. Summer watched as the nirik's... colleagues? attempted to flee, only to be met with rifle butts and truncheons wielded by changeling guards who corralled them together. One of the guards reacted quickly, shooting the nirik with some sort of rifle, which the guard then reloaded manually with a dart. The nirik was knocked out and turned normal within seconds. Her fellow prisoners were then forced to pick her up. Strange. She would have expected a harsher punishment; why would they tolerate something so dangerous?
A side door on the plant opened, and as the kirin were being led through it she knew this was her chance. Risks be damned, she had to get inside! Making sure there were no sentries that might see, she raced towards the door, and towards the source of that pungent smell.
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"It's settled, then." Cheli Cerae exhaled a puff of smoke as she scrutinised the map of Kiria she and her most trusted lieutenants had gathered around. She pointed a hoof towards Auburn Isle. "Our target shall be the Pirates of Nacre. Their leader, Roaring Fire, is on the run, and her armada has scattered. However, its remnants and stragglers remain; unorganised seafaring bandits, lacking any purpose. Let's be generous and give them one." Cheli's face twisted into a wicked smile.
"We will infiltrate the pirates on the Isle, reorganising them under a Changeling Unteragent and her lieutenants. We will replace the captains of pirate junks, who command the largest pirate raiding parties," she continued, producing a list of active captains on Auburn Isle. "They will follow our actor, who will unite the scattered pirates and lead them to seize Hyacinth and the Auburn Isle." Her hoof swept from the Isle to Hyacinth on the mainland.
"Afterwards, there will be a frenzy of piracy: a spree of violence and devastation. Complete chaos! It will become clear to all that the Kirian government is unable to maintain order and protect those poor, innocent kirin," she said with a theatrical frown. Several of her lieutenants chuckled.
"Then it will be us, the International City of Fragrance, who will swoop in to save the day. We will retake Hyacinth and Auburn Isle, subdue the pirates, and restore order to the Auburn Channel under our benevolent, firm and competent rule." Cheli finished outlining the plan with a flourish. Her lieutenants were buzzing with excitement. They had all outdone themselves: it was the perfect plan. All that remained now was putting it in motion.
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The Crimson Heiress
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A calm wind blew through a rocky cove on Auburn Isle which was home to a hidden pirate haven. At that moment, the cove's attention was captured by a mysterious mare who had arrived wearing an ostentatious captain's uniform.
"This isn't what I expected at all!" Her sharp voice rang out across the cove. "What a sad sight... I heard that the Pirates of Nacre were supposed to be fearsome, but all I see is a bunch of miserable, pathetic kirin." She shook her head slowly. "Are you still even pirates?"
Angry howls filled the air, mixing with the lingering stench of booze "It's not our fault! Roaring Fire disappeared, she abandoned us!" shouted one outlaw. "Yeah, did you just come here to rub it in?" shouted another.
"Not at all! You see, my mother may have abandoned you, but I have not. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Crimson Line, love child of pirate queen Roaring Fire!" she proclaimed proudly, following it up with a theatrical bow. The crowd could not help but let out a collective gasp of surprise. "If you doubt my claim, your captains will vouch for me. Go to any junk and ask! Now allow me to repeat myself: are you pirates?"
"Tartarus yeah, we are!" barked a burly stallion, prompting enthusiastic agreement from the other buccaneers. Some had a hard time accepting her story, but this young mare was undeniably charismatic.
"That's right, we're pirates!" Crimson Line shouted, raising up a hoof. "I shall lead you, and together we will retake what is rightfully ours: all of Hyacinth and Auburn Isle. We will restore pirate rule, along with our old glory!" As she finished her speech, rowdy cheers filled the air. The pirates were inspired, and felt ready to challenge all of Kiria.
What none of them knew was the fact that Crimson Line was actually a changeling, or that changelings had already infiltrated the pirate remnants' leadership. It was thanks to these agents that the stage was set for a pirate resurgence.
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Shiver me timbers!
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Feint and Flotilla
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Off the coast of a small island in the waters near Fragrance, a changeling peered through a pair of binoculars as he calmly breathed in the salty sea air. His gaze was directed towards the fleet of junks floating in the warm, shallow waters, which were in the process of being refitted. They were old, traditional kirin junks made out of softwood, their distinctive sails jutting up towards the clear sky.
The entire fleet combined would be no match for even a single frigate equipped with modern weapons and armour. This was this fleet that would convey the reorganised Pirates of Nacre on their mission to conquer the Auburn Channel; the ships were armed only with outdated cannon, but those museum pieces would be more than enough to defeat the meagre kirin militias that garrisoned Hyacinth and Auburn Isle.
He focused his binoculars on the decks of the junks, watching as workers sweated in the warm sunlight applying the finishing touch: black flags on the masts. Perfect. And as a final precaution, just in case, each ship had explosives hidden in the hull. A powerful bomb activated through radio control on a specific frequency known only to changeling agents like himself.
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Swimming with Sharks
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Seagulls glided through the air as the sun rose over the quiet town of Hyacinth. Its citizens were accustomed to their splendid view overlooking the glimmering Pearl Peninsula, and those who had awoken noticed that the waters were peaceful that morning. They hoped it was a sign of calmer days ahead.
At that very moment, an invisible swarm was descending upon the town.
With practised speed, changeling infiltrators replaced the commanding officers of Hyacinth's coastal defences and garrison, alongside leaders at the local militia headquarters. But that was not all. Infiltrators also targeted communication and transportation infrastructure: postal, telegraph, and railway offices. When the pirates came calling, they would ensure Hyacinth's defences folded immediately.
They were tasked with laying the groundwork for the pirate occupation, which was to be followed by Fragrance's occupation when the time came to retake the channel. Most importantly, they were to prepare all rail, communications lines, and bridges to the kirin mainland to be cut as soon as the pirates landed. Their sabotage would leave Hyacinth vulnerable and ripe for the picking.
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Black Flags in the Auburn Channel!
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All of Kiria is looking on in horror, as reports are coming in of absolute bedlam in the Auburn Channel. In a truly stunning development, the Pirates of Nacre have seized Auburn Isle and Hyacinth in a lightning attack, completely overrunning the kirin garrison. The marauders then wasted no time launching a reign of terror and going on a rampage of looting and destruction.
During the pirate offensive, they sank not only kirin ships and attacked kirin soldiers, but also a Fragrancese merchantmare moored in Hyacinth harbour that was transporting civil war orphans. The International City of Fragrance has condemned Vermilion for letting the security situation in the channel deteriorate to such a point, and have pledged to launch their own expedition to restore order and stability to the channel.
In light of Fragrence's swift reaction compared to Vermilion's inaction and incompetence, there are those who suspect Fragrence of pulling the strings behind the attack. Given the superb timing and organisation, it is doubtful that the pirates were capable of planning it themselves.
Lending credence to such rumours, the pirates seem to be led and commanded by a group of mostly-green kirin mares dressed in nondescript but high-quality uniforms that are a cut above the pirate rags worn by typical raiders. These "little green mares" are believed to be Fragrancese agents. In particular, one diminutive green mare with a black mane is reported to have fought with terrifying ferocity, claiming the lives of many kirin.
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This stinks of a changeling plot!
Just as planned.
Little Green Mares icon Little Green Mares
The Pirates of Nacre's ferocious attack on Auburn Isle and Hyacinth introduced Kiria to a bizarre sight: masked kirin carrying high-quality weapons and equipment, but wearing unmarked army uniforms, leading the attack. There has been much speculation as the identity and origin of these mysterious troops, with many jumping to point the hoof at the changelings. However, Fragrance has adamantly denied any official involvement or presence of their soldiers in ranks of the pirates.
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"What do you mean they're back?!" Roaring Fire shouted at Dayspring Rose, anger carving the features of her face into a sharp scowl. "I'm not responsible for this! Do you think I would still be here if I was?!"
Dayspring took a step back, shocked by the former pirate queen's fury. When news had reached Vermilion about the seizure of the Auburn channel by a resurgent pirate fleet, her first instinct had been to assume Roaring Fire, the once pirate queen of the Pirates of Nacre, knew something about it. Instead, her probing questions had only elicited confusion, confusion that gave way to sharp and burning anger once she had explained the situation to Roaring. "Don't turn," Dayspring cautioned the pirate, noting the wisps of pink flame and glow settling over the scoundrel's eyes. "But you seriously don't know anything about this? These pirates once sailed under your flag. Surely you would have heard something."
"I have heard nothing," Roaring Fire snapped back, and after gritting her teeth, she managed to step away from the nirik state and calm herself somewhat. "I disbanded my fleet, dismissed my lieutenants. We scattered to the winds when it was clear our time was over. If they had decided to come back, they would have found some way to contact me, not keep me out of the loop." She swished her tail in anger, glaring south over the countryside where some distant body of water shimmered, waiting for her. "Who did you say was leading them?"
"She calls herself Crimson Line," Dayspring answered, then added, "She, um, claims she's your daughter."
"If I had a daughter, somehow I think I would have known," Roaring Fire remarked, flicking her tail again. Then her glare turned in the opposite direction, toward the north east. "Fragrance is filled with shapeshifters now, right? I bet those insects have something to do with it. What I wouldn't give to squash them like the bugs they are..."
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Glasses clanged and fine Aquileian wine flowed as Cheli Cerae and her infiltrators celebrated their recent victory. They were positively giddy with satisfaction, having successfully duped the kirin with their false flag, snatching control of the Auburn Isle. It was sweet vindication: proof that the old ways still worked.
Cheri tapped her own glass, cutting through the excitement and grabbing the infiltrators' attention. "What a wonderful performance!" she exclaimed. But the Operationsdirektorin had some sobering words to add next. "Enjoy this moment, but keep in mind it was a unique confluence of circumstances that enabled our victory. It's unlikely we can replicate such a feat, which was specific to the geography, history, circumstances — everything about our operation."
"But that doesn't mean this was a fluke; far from it," she continued. "Merely that future operations will look quite different. Unlike our dogmatic colleagues back home, we are able to innovate, adapt constantly, change our doctrines, rather than be stuck in ossified repetition of tried-and-true tactics that will quickly become outdated anyway." Her subordinates all wore serious looks as they absorbed her words of wisdom, with many nodding solemnly in acknowledgement.
"And so, let us toast to change!" Cheli raised her glass, smiling. "To the flux and chaos in which true changelings thrive."
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Unteragent Ludicatrix leisurely sipped her drink as her eyes scanned the dingy bar. This was rock bottom: a place frequented by the dregs of Fragrancese society, kirin who lived on the edge. It was an easy place for a changeling to blend in. Of course, at that moment, she didn't look like a changeling. Instead she was disguised as a kirin mare. If asked by her superiors she would say she was intelligence gathering, but really it was just for fun.
A few minutes earlier a small, wiry kirin had quietly entered the tavern and slipped into a booth, unnoticed by most of the other patrons. But it did not escape Ludicatrix's trained gaze. She had to admit, she was intrigued by the hiding mare. There was something about her she couldn't quite put her hoof on...
A loud bang resounded across the bar, derailing her train of thought. Two changelings had entered, whispering to each other and squinting as their eyes adjusted to the darkness. She didn't recognise either of them. Apparently deciding she looked friendlier than the other patrons, they approached her.
"Excuse me, miss," said one politely. "Have you seen a suspicious-looking kirin come through here?" Ludicatrix raised an eyebrow. "Short stature, about this tall?" he added, helpfully raising a hoof.
"Oh, I have!" Ludicatrix said, eyes widening in faux-realisation. "She went through that back door over there. If you hurry, you might be able to catch up." After quickly thanking her, the two changelings rushed through the door and away from their target. She had just lied, and she wasn't even sure why.
The hiding mare didn't acknowledge the exchange at all, but she must have heard it, because she wasted no time taking advantage of the misdirection. Surrounded by an aura of determination, the mysterious mare gracefully slithered out of her booth and left the tavern. Without thinking, Ludicatrix rose out of her seat to follow her.
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Summer Spice poured a cup of hot tea for her marefriend, Song Thrush, as she lounged on a comfortable pillow. She took a deep breath. Their relationship had been going on for a while, and in that time they had grown closer. Close enough, now, to let Song know the truth. "We need to talk. It's about the changelings."
Behind her mask, Ludicatrix's blood ran cold. "I've been investigating them ever since they got here, and... you wouldn't believe what they've been doing right under our noses." Summer Spice revealed all the terrible secrets she had uncovered to Ludicatrix. To prove it was not idle speculation, she produced a well-worn notebook, documenting her findings and even including photographic evidence.
Ludicatrix was shocked that a single kirin had managed to find out so much about their operation, while Song Thrush wore a face of grim acknowledgement.
"Knowing all that, you probably think it's hopeless, but I don't." Summer Spice clenched a defiant hoof. "The Fragrancese have a right to know. I believe in shedding light on the truth, emancipating knowledge, and striking down our oppressors, so that we can have economic justice and equality." She had launched fully into an impassioned monologue. "As long as we don't give up, there are no secrets they can keep from us, and there's no future we can't achieve." Summer Spice's eyes shone with an impossible brightness.
Ludicatrix nodded in awe. She would have expected such confidence from a kirin who was ignorant of the truth, but it was stunning coming from a kirin who had peeled back the curtain of the Masquerade. That determination. That willpower! It was what she really, truly loved about Summer Spice.
But right now, those feelings were getting in the way, clouding her judgement. She felt torn between love and duty. "I feel the exact same way," she lied.
Summer Spice embraced her, tears in her eyes. "Thank goodness!" She pulled away and wiped her eyes. "Want to go postering with me tomorrow?"
Ludicatrix put on a confident, hollow smile. "You bet!"
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Unteragent Ludicatrix galloped through the halls of the Fragrancese police station before stopping outside a cell door. She had rushed there as soon as she heard Summer Spice had been arrested for subversion. Initially, the kirin officers were reluctant to let her meet the prisoner, but once she had threatened to take the matter up to the Operationsdirektorin, they quickly became more cooperative.
Ludicatrix readopted her disguise before going in. Summer Spice's face lit up at the sight of her marefriend and the reunited lovers embraced one another tightly. "Don't worry, I'm going to get you out of here," Ludicatrix promised.
The two were allowed to leave without incident, to Summer Spice's astonishment. Even as they trotted together through the streets of Fragrance, she pried. She questioned Song Thrush about how she had managed to get her released, to no avail. Her frustration mounted until they were safely within the walls of her apartment, when Song Thrush revealed her true nature.
"My name... isn't Song Thrush. It's Ludicatrix," she said, wearing a conflicted expression. "This whole time, I've been a changeling infiltrator." It pained her to say it, that she was the very embodiment of everything Summer Spice despised: the foreign, colonial oppressor occupying Fragrance. Ludicatrix unceremoniously dropped her disguise. "But I really do love you, that wasn't a lie," she continued. "I can prove it to you. Run away with me. Let's leave this all behind!" For Ludicatrix, the line between real and fake was completely gone. The words just came tumbling out, she couldn't stop them.
"Just the two of us." Ludicatrix locked eyes with Summer Spice. "We'll go to somewhere far away, away from this twisted city of lies. The Riverlands, or the Meridiennes. It doesn't matter where, as long as it's with you," she lowered her head, desperation plain to hear in her voice. "Please, choose me!"
Ludicatrix closed her eyes and reached out her hoof, heart pounding as she waited, trembling, for Summer Spice's reply. Every second of silence felt like an eternity, until Summer Spice finally made up her mind.
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The morning sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as a ferry left the Port of Fragrance, bound for Madrepore. On its deck stood two anonymous lovers, taking one last look at the city that, until recently, both had called home. They had boarded the ferry using aliases, but their real names were Ludicatrix and Summer Spice.
For an infiltrator with Ludicatrix's talents and skills, it hadn't been difficult to make the necessary arrangements for their escape in secret. She sighed, turning her gaze towards the cloudless sky. "You know, I read that Madrepore is an amazing place." Ludicatrix said, putting on a brave face. "They call it the Metropolis on the Marekong, I can't wait to see all the sights!"
"Sounds... exciting," Summer Spice replied, looking down at the rippling water. There was a glimmer of sadness in her eyes. Although she had agreed to run away with Ludicatrix, their relationship had been badly wounded by Ludicatrix's revelations. And now she was leaving behind all that she had known, starting life all over again. How could it not be frightening?
Ludicatrix understood those swirling doubts. Rebuilding the connection between them—and trust that had been lost—would be a long and difficult road, but she was prepared to do whatever it took. "Trust me," Ludicatrix said, taking her partner's hoof. "We'll make it work, together." She grinned, and Summer Spice's lips curled up into a weak smile.
In truth, they both were unsure of the future that lay ahead of them. But one thing was certain: they still had each other.
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And that was enough.
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"What? Is that a joke?" Summer Spice cocked her head. "Choose you? I don't even KNOW you!" she exploded, exasperation plain to hear in her voice. "Asking me to abandon my home, my ideals? I can't do that, you know I have a duty to the cause." Summer Spice glared at Ludicatrix with steely eyes.
Ludicatrix let out a huff of disbelief. "Can't you see? Your revolution is doomed. It's never going to happen," she said calmly, simply stating facts. "Forget all about Fragrance. I love you, that's why I want you to come with me. Don't throw your life away for nothing!" Why, she thought, why was it so hard to make this stubborn mare understand?
Summer Spice was completely unphased. "I'm not going to run away, no matter what. I wont give up on what I believe in." Far from questioning her mission, she had become even more determined. "You say you love me, but why should I even believe you after everything you've said? You just admitted you've been lying this whole time!"
"I do, I really do! Our love is true..." Ludicatrix insisted, but it was no use. Summer Spice looked upon her with an expression of pure disgust. That look was so devastating she couldn't think of anything else to say. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
Summer Spice shook her head wordlessly and turned around. It must have been too painful to talk any further. In that moment, Ludicatrix's resolve returned. She was no longer confused; she knew what she had to do. Taking aim with a concealed dart gun, she said a silent goodbye before pulling the trigger.
All Summer Spice felt was a small, sharp pain before the Foal's Breath tranquilliser spread through her system, sending her tumbling to the ground. Wasting no time, Ludicatrix cocooned her in preparation for her arrest and inevitable interrogation by the Infiltrationskommando. Summer Spice had chosen duty over love. With their romance over, Ludicatrix was forced to do the same.
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It's for the best.
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[GetStealDiaryDecisionTT]'s Journal
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Cheli Cerae had authorised a special operation to steal the diary of [GetStealDiaryDecisionTT] some time ago, and as expected, the operation was a complete success. She knew well how useful it was to have special insight into the most private thoughts of a foreign leader, so as to better understand their motivations and character, to allow her to predict and pre-empt their moves, and, of course, to uncover possible blackmail material.
Now that very diary sat before her on her desk. The tiny book contained a treasure trove of information. She opened up the cover, chuckling softly: this would be some VERY interesting reading.
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Knowledge is power...
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"My objective was to create a romantic relationship to compromise the target: a honeypot operation." Ludicatrix held herself ramrod straight as she made her report to Operationsdirektorin Cheli Cerae. "I got close to Summer Spice and ascertained what she knew. It turned out that she knew quite a bit. She had been investigating changeling activity in Fragrance and uncovered our most closely-guarded secrets."
"She compiled her findings into a book, complete with photographs and witness testimony, which I have right here." Ludicatrix raised Summer's notebook, bulging with pages, in her hoof. She tossed it on the Operationsdirektorin's desk and it landed with a meaty thud. Cheli Cerae raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"She was a significant threat," Ludicatrix continued. "Had this information gotten out, there would have been riots; our garrison may even have been overrun. Fortunately, she worked alone. The MSWPK did not support her, and we shattered that group's leadership, regardless. I got to her and neutralised the threat."
"Congratulations! I am impressed with your initiative." Cheli Cerae said, grinning widely. "Impressed enough to grant you a promotion to Unteragent-Major." Ludicatrix lowered her head in gratitude. "Oh," Cheli Cerae added, casually. "A word of advice: be professional at all times. Don't ever let your feelings get in the way of your mission. I know how these honeypot operations go. Controlling your emotions can be difficult, but it's something that every deep cover agent must do."
"I know," Ludicatrix replied, steely-faced. That was a trap she wouldn't fall into again. She had committed to her path, completely.
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On with the show!
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To the arrogant and mendacious Cheli Cerae,
Thus far, you and your minions have sucked the blood of Kiria, believing yourselves safe behind a curtain of lies. Now your time is up: the Society to Pierce the Veil shall shatter your wretched deceptions. We will smash the masquerade and reveal the truth to the kirin, who will cast off the shackles of foreign domination.
Every one of your illusions will be burned away.
We know who you are.
We know what you are.
We know your secrets.
We see through your lies.
You are but one paltry hive of flies hanging off the side of a vast continent filled with many millions of us.
The shadows will not protect you.
We are coming for you.
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Society to Pierce the Veil? How amusing...
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Pale Fire shifted uncomfortably behind her mask; she couldn't help but feel out of place at such a fancy shindig. She normally spent her days working as a nameless bureaucrat at the Fragrance government offices. It was a career that caused many of her fellow kirin to scorn her as a backstabbing collaborator, but such insults didn't bother her. After all, everykirin had to put food on the table somehow.
Until one day, out of the blue, her normally tight-lipped supervisor invited her as his plus one to a mysterious ball. The grand ballroom was filled with high-society types, all wearing masks. The partygoers danced and caroused as orchestral music filled the air. All except Pale Fire herself, who instead stayed near a tray of hors d'oeuvres, sipping on wine and munching on canapés.
The climax of the ball came without warning: the lights cut out, leaving the room in total darkness. When they came back on, they were tinted a sickly greyish-green. Pale Fire looked around and saw that the guests had all removed their masks and dropped their disguises, revealing themselves to be changelings. She screamed, but froze in place.
"This is your initiation into the masquerade," came a soothing voice. Her love was being sucked, but she remained fully conscious. It was unpleasant, but not lethal. "Now you know the true nature of Fragrance's rulers. You have been entrusted with this great secret. Welcome to our ranks, our loyal comprador." Those words washed over Pale Fire, making her feel giddy. She smiled wide: she was no longer an outsider.
I've seen everything, she thought. I know how this world is set up now.
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The success of our recent takeover of the Auburn Channel has aroused a great deal of anti-changeling sentiment in Kiria, in the form of the Righteous Realm Movement. This group denounces us as foreign imperialists plundering Kiria. They call us a stain on the Realm, locusts to be eradicated, and worse.
In addition, the Society to Pierce the Veil is gathering support in Greater Providence and North Kiria, especially in the city of Rhapsody. The Society's self-professed mission is to reconquer Fragrance from the "changeling invaders" and cast us out of Kiria and Zebrica altogether. They have many followers and are led by Way of Fire mystics who use religious rhetoric to sway the masses into a fury against us. Essentially, their entire ideology boils down to anti-changeling populism.
This presents us with an opportunity. The Society is radical, militant, and bellicose. However, Vermilion is more cautious; they clearly do not want war. Vermilion's moderation absolutely infuriates the northern mystics. If we replace the right kirin, and give the northerners a push in the right direction, they may decide to take matters into their own hooves and march to war against us, in defiance of Vermilion. Then, we would of course be fully justified in defending ourselves, by launching an expedition to restore order to Rhapsody, the seat of the rebels.
That would be quite a fortuitous development for us, if we could bring it about.
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Our infiltration of the Procurate of Rhapsody is proceeding exactly as planned. The conservative, stabilising institution in Greater Providence has, up until now, been diligently holding the anti-changeling Righteous Realm Movement in check. This was counter to our interests, as what we need is for the Righteous Realm Movement to recklessly attack us, giving us an excuse to take over the region.
Many prominent Procurate officials have been replaced by changeling infiltrator-understudies, who have been ordered to use the Procurate's resources to stop cracking down on the anti-changeling Movement and discreetly support the Society to Pierce the Veil. With this support, the Society will no doubt become ever bolder in pursuit of their fantastical mission to drive us out of the continent.
Reports are already coming in from our agents that they are allowing the Righteous Realm Movement's agitator-mystics to give speeches in public places, as well as instructing the Guards Vigilant to turn a blind eye to the mobbing and beating of pro-changeling collaborators from Fragrance. At this rate, tensions will continue to rise uninhibited, and things are going to escalate more and more out of control.
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Let the pressure build...
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Fear and Hatred
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"Proud kirin, do not sit idly by while your glorious homeland is ravaged. Stand up and fight!" A voice boomed from the balcony of the temple pagoda, firing up the crowd of kirin who had gathered to listen. Such scenes were becoming a common sight all across Rhapsody, and they never failed to find receptive audiences. There was no shortage of northern kirin who absolutely hated the changeling presence in Fragrance.
"Changelings are imperialists, pests, locusts, cockroaches, a black stain on our beautiful Realm! They are in bed with the NAKP scum who ruined the north with their foolish war against Vermilion. They are greedy foreign capitalists, opportunists who took advantage of Vermilion's weakness to seize Auburn Island and Hyacinth!" The agitator-mystic shouted, riling up the mass of seething kirin.
"They kicked us while we were down, stealing Fragrance and the Auburn Channel. Proud kirin, ready yourselves! The time approaches when we will squash these roaches once and for all!" He raised a hoof high in the air, his words whipping the crowd into a frenzy. As northerners, the object of their hatred was right next door, a constantly looming threat. Swept up in the emotion of the moment, every one of them was ready to march all the way to the changeling homeland.
But what the crowd did not know was that changeling infiltrators had begun to disguise themselves as agitator-mystics such as this one, adopting the Righteous Realm Movement's bellicose rhetoric with the goal of stoking anti-changeling sentiment. And they were already well on their way to achieving their goal.
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Manipulating the masses is just too easy.
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Armaments and Agitators
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On a warm and sunny afternoon, a nondescript flat bottomed barge made its way down a gently flowing river. An excited crowd of kirin had gathered at the wharf where this boat would unload its cargo, chattering hopefully. Lately, trucks and barges filled with guns had been flowing into the Providence Demesne, and there seemed to be no end in sight. The weapons were to arm the Society to Pierce the Veil and the anti-changeling movement it led.
After the barge docked, the crowd wasted no time off-loading its precious cargo. Inside were weapons of all kinds: swords, spears, outdated lever-action rifles, Hindian breech-loaders, sabres, and antiquated Griffonian cannon. They were no match for truly modern military hardware, but for a bunch of enthusiastic amateurs that didn't matter. The kirin were eager to get their hooves on whatever they could.
A grizzled kirin emerged from the barge, grabbing the crowd's attention. "Everykirin, I have an announcement, a message from our Society's leaders!" He smiled internally, knowing that those leaders were in fact changeling infiltrators like himself. "They have declared the formation of the Righteous Realm Army, tasked with the divine mission to reconquer Fragrance from the foreign imperialist pests and restore it to the Kirian fold and Concord's loving embrace. We will squash the bugs!" The now-armed mob cheered wildly, firing their guns into the air in a frenzy.
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Enjoy your presents, fools.
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The Righteous Rebellion
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A firestorm has ignited in the north: the Righteous Realm Army, mustered by the fanatically anti-changeling Society to Pierce the Veil, has taken over the Providence Demesne and Rhapsody in a bloodless coup. Surprisingly, the traditionally cautious Procurate of Rhapsody stepped aside and let the Righteous Army take control of the city, its arsenals, and allowed the soldiers of its Guards Vigilant to join the Righteous Army.
At this very moment, the Righteous Army is marching on Fragrance, attacking changeling border checkpoints and outposts, looting changeling-owned warehouses, destroying property, and generally wreaking havoc. All the while loudly proclaiming their divine mission to exterminate the changelings and free Kiria from foreign control and influence, causing many foreign civilians to flee the countryside in terror, taking refuge in Fragrance.
This turn of events has taken Vermilion completely by surprise. They have no love for the changelings either, but the Righteous Army has essentially stolen Rhapsody and the Providence Demesne from the central government in order to wage this war. Vermilion is in chaos as they try to figure out what's happening, and it is uncertain how long that state of confusion will last.
In the meantime, the International City's defence force is preparing to repel the attack of the mob, then march on Rhapsody to restore order, since Vermilion has clearly lost control of the region.
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Anti-Changeling Rebellion icon Anti-Changeling Rebellion
Death to the Parasites icon Death to the Parasites
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Those reckless idiots! What are they thinking?
We will crush this uprising!
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Out of Control
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Operation Veilpiercer has not proceeded as planned. Despite having an overwhelming advantage in both materiel and training, our forces failed to put down the Righteous Realm Army—a humiliating showing, to say the least. The fact that we have proven unable to deal with this rabble has broadcast our weakness for all to see. Sensing blood in the water, Vermilion has finally gotten their act together and declared war on us.
The Righteous Realm Army wasted little time swearing loyalty to Vermilion, and now they are fighting together on the same side. There was nothing our infiltrators could do to prevent this; the visceral anti-changeling sentiment combined with impending victory was simply too powerful of a feeling to co-opt or control. Now we must fight a war for our survival against a strong and united Kirira. A daunting prospect, but we can not afford to give up now. We must fight on, no matter the odds!
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Perhaps we miscalculated...
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A Providential Prize
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The International City of Fragrance stood firm against the onslaught of the Righteous Realm Army: a conglomeration of bandits, warlords, extremists, and fanatics. They overthrew the authority of Vermilion and launched vicious attacks on the International City, a sovereign nation. Thankfully, the brave soldiers of Fragrance under changeling command were able to put down the rabble and restore order to Providence Demesne, in spite of Vermilion's inaction.
We "executed" their leader, Stalwart Sarsen—in reality a changeling infiltrator—and the RRA subsequently disintegrated. Vermilion has nokirin left to support, so they won't get involved. We will continue to occupy the region to supervise the eradication of the illegal and destabilising anti-changeling sentiments spread by the now-outlawed Society to Pierce the Veil, and to extract war reparations. It's what we're entitled to, in light of the fact that it was Vermilion's incompetence that let this tragedy happen in the first place.
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Another fantastic show!
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Coup Instigated in [FROM.GetName]
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Thanks to the careful groundwork laid by our infiltrators, we have successfully instigated a coup in [FROM.GetNameDef]. Now we just have to make sure the rebellion, controlled by us, is victorious, which should not be difficult. After all, the rebellion is our puppet and its leadership diligently follows all of our instructions. Our first order of business is securing a route, by land or sea, for our troops to enter the country and join the fight. In addition to the coup's forces, we have also inserted two brigades of infiltrator-saboteurs under the Infils.-Kommando's direct command to ensure everything goes smoothly in the meantime.
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Excellent.
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The Way of the Parasitoid
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Cheli Cerae smiled. Fragrance's quick victory over the Righteous Realm Army and subsequent takeover of Rhapsody had greatly emboldened the Infils.-kommando Ost-Zebrika. Even now, as they stood idly in anticipation of her speech, the infiltrators were all buzzing with excitement. It reminded her of her hobby of wasp-keeping. She took care of several hives of parasitoid wasps, which laid their eggs on or inside the bodies of other insects, eventually causing the death of the hosts.
"My loyal coven," Cheli began. "Our recent success has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that the old way, the changeling infiltrator tradition, remains viable. It still works in this new millennium. It would seem that the Canterlot Defeat was an aberration, a deviation from the norm caused by failures of leadership. The Infils.-kommando OZ will become the vanguard of a new Changeling shadow-empire: an infiltrators' aristocracy, spanning all of Zebrica!" she proclaimed, drawing stomps and shouts of approval from her captivated audience.
"The parasitoid wasp lays its eggs inside the host. When the egg hatches, the wasp larva devours the host from the inside out, before pupating inside the empty husk until it emerges as a wasp ready to repeat the cycle. This shall be our inspiration, and our modus operandi." Cheli pointed a hoof at the enormous map of Zebrica pinned to the wall.
"We will infiltrate revolutionary parties, anti-colonial insurgents, regional secessionists, mass movements, petty warlords, palace conspirators, military cliques, any and all who seek to smash their nation's established order. We will take them over, reorganise them, make them big and strong, and then, wielding them like a puppet, we will overthrow their erstwhile enemies and take over their country under our rule. This is our path to domination, a far more elegant one than crude conquest!" She said proudly, ending her speech and basking in the adoration of her subordinates.
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Brute force is not the only way to control the world.
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Guns for Hire
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Euodyn Volistad's pen scribbled furiously as she prepared the documents that would officially mark the formation of Imago Parastatal, a subsidiary of Main Hive Industries - East Zebrica Division. Publicly it was to be a private military company operating out of Fragrance, but in reality it was a front company for changeling mercenaries.
Its true purpose was not to make money for MHI, but instead to serve the state. Imago mercenaries would be sent abroad to cause mayhem, gather intelligence, meddle in foreign conflicts, and gain valuable army experience. All the intelligence they gathered would ultimately be funnelled back to Vesalipolis.
Euodyn sighed. As charimare of Imago Parastatal, even more work was going to be added onto her already overcrowded plate. She had been informed she would be sharing responsibilities with a few shadowy senior infiltrator-commanders, making it crystal clear the Imago was yet another tentacle-like appendage of the Infils.-kommando OZ.
Regardless of what their true purpose was, Euodyn was determined to make sure Imago operated as efficiently as possible. After all, she was a businessmare, and she still had a businessmare's pride.
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Our employees are the best in the business!
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Signal and Noise
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"Salutations, students!" Tryxyi Phylliini tipped her oversized hat, looking over the rows of changeling radio specialists seated at their desks. She was on secondment to Imago Parastatal in order to provide training for their mercenary signal intelligence unit. In truth, it was a welcome change of pace from her usual duties. "Rejoice, for the unsurpassed Tryxyi Phylliini will instruct you in the ways of signal intelligence!"
Tryxyi wasted little time launching into her first lesson. "The work of a signal company is of vital importance, and you must always keep your mind open to new technologies and techniques. For example, using special radios to eavesdrop on enemy radio communications. That information would aid our war planning. Or if you used magitech to hack their comms and disrupt communications. That would inhibit the enemy's ability to coordinate effectively." She outlined the basics of communications intelligence on a chalkboard.
"To say nothing of the importance of other skills. Suppose you had a voice actor with foreign language training in, let's say, Kirinese, who could also imitate their accents," Tryxyi continued. "You could use them to speak the local language of the enemy to spread disinformation, fear, and confusion by invading their airwaves with our own broadcasts." Several students nodded while others jotted down notes furiously. This is an attentive class, Tryxyi thought. Perfect. "Always think of the possibilities!" She grinned, tapping her head slowly.
Thanks to Tryxyi's intensive instruction, in just a short time the changelings of Imago Parastatal's signal company had been turned into a formidable, highly trained, high-tech battlefield comms warfare experts.
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This will give our forces a decisive advantage.
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Usurpation
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Cheli Cerae exhaled a puff of smoke, leaning forward in her chair. Across from her sat Sciaridae, and between them was a desk piled high with increasingly dire reports from the homeland. The picture these reports painted was that of a military on the backhoof, a government in crisis, and a collapsing empire. It was obvious which way the wind was blowing. In the midst of this crisis, the two had not failed to spot an opportunity. Cheli gave Sciaridae a slow nod. It was a wordless command, letting him know to move forward with the plan.
It was a plan the two had spent weeks meticulously concocting, to gently sever the strings tying them to the homeland, and its wheels were already in motion. The governance structures Vesalipolis had originally prescribed, and which answered only to them, were wilting, their power slowly being sapped away. In their place, new commissions were being established, and new offices created which were invested with real power and decision making authority. Of the Vesalipolis emissaries nominally supervising them, those who might pose a threat were placed under house arrest, and the rest given sinecures to keep them contented. The homeland was just too weak and distracted to mount any effective resistance. After their representatives in Fragrance had been sidelined, who could they possibly appeal to? The end result would be de facto independence.
In truth, knowing that the Queendom was crumbling, Cheli felt a small sense of satisfaction. This defeat, at least, could not be blamed on her! Perhaps this time Chrysalis would actually be forced to take responsibility. "We always knew this day would come," Cheli mused. "At some point, we were going to need to stand on our own. That time is now." Sciaridae nodded, eyes gleaming with excitement. "We must be bold, and go forth to seize our glorious future!"
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As one empire falls, another will rise.
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