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So if I got this Omake right Cornelia is the granddaughter of the previous Tsar and her plan is to use that to try and restore the empire?
Semper Ad Meliora (Code Geass/Britannian Royalty Quest)
- Thread starter Slayer Anderson
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meianmaru
The Devourer of Fiction
So if my google-translate-fu is correct...
I'm liking Cornelia's mother more and more. Nice omake Firebringer2077. My only complaint is on the CG-verse/real-world technology-nitpick about the electric car having gears.
"What?!"
"DOG OF REPUBLIC! YOU WON'T FINISH THE HOUSE OF ROMANOV TODAY!"
I'm liking Cornelia's mother more and more. Nice omake Firebringer2077. My only complaint is on the CG-verse/real-world technology-nitpick about the electric car having gears.
Yes. This was already confirmed in the last OOC question-rewards, found in the Informational -threadmarks.
- Location
- SF Bay Area
You nailed the translation although it was supposed to be "Republican Dog! You won't finish the House of Romanov today!" Google probably screwed it up.
Although I wouldn't encourage anyone to read up on the Romanov's execution (It is pretty gruesome even on Wikipedia) the Crown Jewels being hidden in the bodice of Anastasia and Maria is true... Well as true as far as I can trust a surviving executioner's account and speculation. The whole thing was a shit show. While the real Anastasia didn't bolt from the room in the confusion as there were other guards, here she did and there were no other guards. The Rus Republicans didn't pursue because well... Anastasia stole their only truck.
Oddly this means that the Crown Jewels of Russia survive, and I so wanted to do an epilogue where a 7 year old Cornelia is looking into a glass case in Taurus Villa at the dented but still whole Imperial crown of Russia trying to catch her reflection in such a way so it looked like she was wearing the crown, while the normally stoic Anastasia watches from a distance with tears in her eyes.
I suspect the Rus Republicans, that the EU were backing majorly pissed them off with the death of the Romanovs. Not just because it made them look bad, but because they let one get away. This probably caused considerable political tensions between the nascent Rus Republic and the EU
EU: Dude! WTF?! We don't kill Monarchs anymore
Rus: Look it's over and done and the Romanovs are gone forever, East Russia will fall soon
Charles: Behold! Anastasia lives!
<Euro-Brittania Rallies! It's Super Effective>
EU:... How did you manage to fuck this up worse than usual?
Rus: Would it help if we said the guy in Yekaterinburg was a rogue party official?
EU: No it wouldn't, as it would mean you trusted literally the most important family in Russia to an unstable nut job, who failed on political skill and killing the Royal Family.
Rus:... I'm sensing you are mad about this...
EU: Ya Think?! At least Charles is a long shot in the Emblem of Blood
<Charles wins Emblem of Blood>
EU: DAMMIT!
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- Netherlands
I'm sticking here for the next updates. Considering the... peculiar of the dice god, it is one hell of a surprise that we have lost no one in this quest. Heck, we even gain 2 martial waifu, plus one in the future, plus another diplomatic/stewardship one, plus another diplomatic/stewardship one on the fence.
Then the last dice roll shows 3 successes, including one passing 100 threshold (critical success). It is the one about our claim in Australia... What can possibly go right?
Then the last dice roll shows 3 successes, including one passing 100 threshold (critical success). It is the one about our claim in Australia... What can possibly go right?
I found this quest a couple days ago and just finished binging the whole thing. I really enjoyed it and can't wait for the next update.
I especially liked Turn 9 Phase III.1, Little Miss Badass.
I especially liked Turn 9 Phase III.1, Little Miss Badass.
Yeah, Google translate to Russian often produce unreadable sentences. You're looking for something like "Республиканский прихвостень! Дом Романовых не погубить!" I changed the phrase to "Republican henchman! House of Romanov couldn't be destroyed!" cause that feels better.
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meianmaru
The Devourer of Fiction
Welcome, you both! I can promise nothing about the dice rolls except that they have been crazy this far, but if you want to join in overanalyzing (or occasionally underanalyzing) every single choice we make with us, well you've come to the right place. Well, as a CKII -type of quest, that is kind of to be expected...
Anyway, our current main goal is to acquire Australia through a combination which can potentially involve spying, backroom dealing, blackmail, at least one psionic duel, sabotage and honest military conquest. After that, most of us plan either to ask for the status of sub-Empire to Britannia or just an Empire separate from the Britannian one, instead of just being another Area.
Our long-term goals, on the other hand, is develop and discover psionic artifacts, devices, Knightmares, infrastructure, expertise, etc. Oh, and also using psionic alchemy to make sakuradite on industrial scale to basically print our own money. This will be used to gather more power (to which extent is still unsure), and prepare humanity for when we move to the stars so that they have enough military power that they won't get almost wiped out by the aliens again.
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- South of North
Going to try to have an update for you guys tomorrow night.
Lots of Milly-Lelouch interactions and summing up some consequences for the big victory that you achieved.
Votes will center on something like a mission statement for you going to the conference (see the early vote about your talking points in Indonesia as an example), then there will be an option regarding who in particular you did research on before showing up to the event itself, and finally a vote as to whether or not you decided to let Li Xingke chill on your island for a while and dodge the political consequences of stealing that fleet to help you out.
Edit: Politics, always politics.
Lots of Milly-Lelouch interactions and summing up some consequences for the big victory that you achieved.
Votes will center on something like a mission statement for you going to the conference (see the early vote about your talking points in Indonesia as an example), then there will be an option regarding who in particular you did research on before showing up to the event itself, and finally a vote as to whether or not you decided to let Li Xingke chill on your island for a while and dodge the political consequences of stealing that fleet to help you out.
Edit: Politics, always politics.
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- USA
The recent RL Beirut incident makes me wonder what would have happened if the questers had successfully voted for blowing up the docks during the defense of the city.
nkd1325
KNIGHT OF ORANGE
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- AT HIS MAJESTY'S SIDE
They would have disabled the dock, not erased it from existence. I think you're over estimating how much explosives we planted there.
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- USA
Explosives planted against the fuel storage tanks for the docking facilities, weren't they? Even if they aren't ammonium nitrate (Beirut) or sakuradite (that effing tanker), that much liquid fuel/natural gas going boom isn't pleasant.
If we vote yes (which is likely unless there are some major demerits since we want better relations with the Tianzi) then he will be in for some interesting vacation with our eccentric lot.
Will it be something along the lines of "Due to the lacking performance of the Gun-Ru I wanted to get a closer look at the Britannian KMF and consult with their elite pilots." as an excuse?
It's not the amount. It's the placement. Put your explosives against the fuel tanks. Open the fuel lines to the docks that ships normally use. Blow it and watch a port wide barbecue.
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- USA
Lelouch: "Doctor, why did you show him the Gawain?"
Jaeger: "He provided much insight. I have so many new ideas!"
Lelouch: "So did he. As will the Federation, I think."
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- South of North
I'll get into it a great deal in the update, but it boils down to who's going to be in charge after the dust settles at the highest levels of the Federation and whether or not that faction is going to be friendly towards the idea of accepting Li Xingke back as a fait accompli or seizing upon him as a scapegoat for why the situation was allowed to happen in the first place.
Basically, you'll be betting on receiving a reward for housing him instead of seeing high-level relations cool substantially over hiding a political renegade.
Caspian report is fairly insightful, I've found, but this video sadly isn't very applicable due to the wildly altered geopolitical schema.
Specifically, the "Law of the Sea" which he references and the conventions thereof are only broad hypotheticals in terms of international law theory and not legally binding in any way. There's also no real international body to substantiate or rule on claims like those.
...all of that isn't even touching on the fact that the region is very firmly in Britannia's back pocket and no other polity is really in any position to contest their dominance.
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meianmaru
The Devourer of Fiction
How long will it likely take for the metaphorical dust to settle? And will we have a chance to dip our toes into that mess with our intrigue/diplomacy -options effectively enough that we could tilt the odds towards our preferred option, hopefully quitely and deniably enough?
Warmach1ne32
Machine of War and Quests
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- Indonesia
Wait, when did this happen? did I miss an important post?
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- Germany
Maybe(?), Slayer just outlines what will happen in the next update. So you did not miss an update just a normal post. Look a little above the post you quoted and there he says when he thinks the next update could be ready and what we can expect. This includes the Li Xingke part.
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- barking
no it's a vote in the next update along with who we do research on before we reach the conference
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- United States of America
Isn't Li Xingke quite close to the Empress? I think we should house him, because even if the power struggle ends up with someone who hates him in charge, in the long run, the Empress will have the power, and she will be pleased we helped him, particularly as she sent him to help us.
Oops, I just realized I am arguing for a vote that hasn't even been posted yet.
Oops, I just realized I am arguing for a vote that hasn't even been posted yet.
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- South of North
Update should be out in an hour, maybe a little less.
Tunguska Conference: Part I
- Location
- South of North
Tunguska Conference: Part I
"Lulu!"
With years of practice and the secret training regimes of an ancient sect of shadow warriors at your beck and call, you easily catch the flying blonde projectile masquerading as a refined lady of Britannian culture. Still, as Millicent Ashford's arms clench around your body tightly, you can't help the smile which touches your lips.
...all of which instantly vanishes when she pulls back and slugs you in the shoulder.
You blink, "Milly, wha-?"
"You jerk!" The Ashford heiress cries, her fists clenched at her waist. "Do you have any idea how much I had to pretend I knew what was going on when the news broke?! You've been one of the hottest topics in Pendragon for the past two weeks and I've been running out of mysterious deflections for the girls at my book club!"
Your mouth opens and closes, momentarily at a loss for words.
"You have a book club?" You ask eventually.
Milly starts in surprise, then begins to laugh, the sound suspiciously wet as she closes her eyes and leans into your chest. "You ask about that first, of course. You really haven't changed at all, Lelouch."
You sigh as understanding grips you, allowing your arms to encircle the girl again and hold her close. "I'm sorry I worried you."
Milly shakes her head, "I should have known you wouldn't have allowed a little something like a force of ten thousand pirates to get the better of you, Your Highness."
You chuckle and allow the blonde to pull away, slowly and regretfully, from your grasp. "It does sound a bit intimidating when you put it like that, doesn't it? I'm afraid I didn't stop to count at the time, though."
Milly rolls her eyes as she steps further into your private plane; the Henge Air Model 766 was a favored conveyance of the Britannian elite for a reason, as well as an extravagance you'd never really afforded yourself. The people you associated with simply weren't the kind to be impressed by enjoying a soak in a hot tub while thousands of feet in the air.
"Of course not," Milly waves you off, scanning the interior eagerly. "You know, I'm not sure if I should be impressed or appalled at how overboard your mother went in rewarding you two. These aircraft are entirely bespoke, you know? Carine has been trying to lure me onto hers for the last few months and entice me to make some deals, but I'd rather hoped my first time would be with you."
You sigh, crushing the rising blush in your cheeks with an iron will. "Honestly, I think it's more of a matter of impressing the other royals for once. Nunnally will vastly enjoy the new custom knightmare frame, and indeed use it more, than her own plane." Of course, the battleship and pair of cruisers your father had given you weren't new, but refurbished last-generation warships were still extremely powerful, especially from a former powerhouse of the second fleet such as the Victor zi Britannia.
"Hmm... do you think she'd be averse to me borrowing it?" Milly asked, making her way over to the marble bar and trailing a finger along the gold and silver inlays to where the Vi Britannia coat of arms was cut and pressed with pure platinum. "This is a bit out of range of even my allowance and while I could expense it as a promotional item for company functions, flying around with royal crests and callsigns would be even better, don't you think?"
"You'll have to ask Nunnally." You replied, dropping into the plush leather seating and heaving a sigh of exhaustion. "She's on the lower deck at the moment, entangled with a personal liaison."
"Oh, ho!" Milly crowed, her eyes gleaming. "I'll have to have her show me around later. If she's taken the master suite, I really would like to know if the rumors about the glass floor are true." Without further ado, the blonde slid down on the couch so that her hair was fanned along your lap, her blue eyes staring into your violet.
You can't help but wonder exactly how often she practiced that maneuver to perform it so perfectly.
"So, have you arranged things with Euphie yet?" She asks curiously, causing you to blink.
"How did you know..." You begin, when your childhood friend gives you the look.
It was a glance of simple and utter disappointment that you had, over time, grown used to when she felt you'd said something particularly stupid or thick-headed.
"Lelouch, the dashing maverick black prince always ends up with the bright-eyed doe of a princess," Milly replied matter-of-factly, then snorted, "even if she is secretly a political schemer of the highest caliber."
You felt your cheeks heat a bit. "I've been busy."
Milly tsk'd and sighed. "Well, I suppose you have at that. Still, if for some reason you decide not to make a move, let me know. After the dust settles, I'll expect a ring on my finger. If you survive at least."
You snort and shake your head. "You know, I could just as easily ask Kallen or Jeanne. It isn't as though you're my only option, Milly. I am a prince, after all."
She gave you the look.
Again.
Raising a finger to poke you in the chest, she trailed it down slowly as she spoke. "Really, Lulu, we both know what would happen if you mentioned marriage to Kallen. She'd be on the opposite side of the world before you could finish the question. I swear that girl will settle down when someone ties her down, and the less said about Jeanne the better. That girl is a devoted retainer, but she simply isn't the kind of spouse a man of your stature needs, and she knows it. And because you like her, you aren't being serious about asking her to marry you, are you?"
You twitched and let the matter pass without comment.
Milly was right, after all, and both of you knew it.
Jeanne was too subordinate to those above her station to make a proper wife for a prince. She'd bow and scrape before individuals that should be her equal, or worse, her lessers. It wouldn't simply be blood in the water should a prince's wife subjugate herself to a Marquis...
The likeliest result would be Jeanne suffering a complete nervous breakdown.
Well, either that, or finally having enough and deciding to show up to a rival's brunch in a knightmare frame.
The thought sent a shiver of fear down your spine.
"We both know the only real competition I have for your wife outside of Euphie is that Sumeragi girl." Milly paused in thought. "We're both of roughly equal status... but I think we might be able to work something out if she weds you in Japan and I get a ceremony in the homeland. You know how the traditionalists are. I'd be going first, of course."
"You know, I feel as though our people's culture has somewhat misrepresented what it means to be surrounded by beautiful and capable women," you stated, quirking your lips slightly despite your deadpan tone.
Milly laughed, the sound like chimes in the wind, both beautiful and heralding the storm to come. "But, yes, enough fun Lulu, tell me everything about the conference! All of my friends are going to expect details when I get back, so don't skimp!"
You smiled and allowed yourself to relax further, weaving a hand into Milly's blonde tresses and combing them through gently and slowly as you told your story. You omitted certain details, of course. You planned to eventually tell Milly, you were sure, but it would make things simpler if your friend didn't have to keep the details straight. It was not really a lengthy tale, winding down sometime shortly after the crew had finished loading Milly's luggage and the plane took off.
"The real problem is Xingke," you state candidly as you take a sip of the wine you'd been served before you'd dismissed the servants. "Given the fact that we discovered he'd rather absconded with the fleet..."
"Do you think that will impact what he's promised you and the empire?" Milly asked, concerned as she leaned back against the lush cushions, her bare feet dangling into the hot tub and her dress pulled up and aside to reveal bits of her thighs.
You waved off her concerns. "The empress gave him the imperial seal. While the Federation government might not particularly enjoy it, they won't call a treaty or decree with imperial assent into question. No, it's likely that Xingke himself will be the subject of political infighting."
"Which is why he asked to stay on New Caledonia." Milly responded with understanding as she took a sip of her own drink.
"In point of fact, he didn't actually ask." You reply. "Given that he still felt he owed me for what happened with his delegation a few years back, and that he'd just repaid me by showing up..." You consider the matter for a moment quietly. "There's also the fact that depending on who comes out on top as the new most powerful clique in their government, there could be repercussions if someone safeguards him. The faction of the eunuchs which favors domestic rule and isolationism, in particular, sees him as a jumped-up commoner, not unlike my mother, and would invariably use any excuse to see him imprisoned or exiled."
Milly hummed thoughtfully. "And you think they'll target you?"
"It's not outside the realm of possibility," you admit. "The EU faction and the Ethiopian factions, for their own reasons, will likely approach Xingke with similar attitudes." After all, the clique which favored closer ties with Ethiopia had been in power and the one to block the empress' attempts to send a more official and legitimate response. With the Ethiopians as the official mediating party, sending an armed expedition to the negotiation table they'd helped put together would have been shooting their own political ambitions in the foot.
The EU, on the other hand, would simply want to frame the new agreements he'd signed to allow Britannian fleets to pass through Indonesian ports in the worst light possible. Xingke would be painted as a Britannian lapdog who catered to colonial exploitation of Chinese interests.
The Britannian-favoring clique would praise him, it was likely. The Euro-Britannian clique... was less certain, but likely at least neutral, and who knew what the African cliques would do? A worst case scenario would be the MEF's waning supporters making a last powergrab. You wouldn't go so far as to believe shots would be fired, but... you might see an armed force show up to demand Xingke show up at your doorstep.
The best case scenario, of course, was the empress' own admittedly small faction rising to prominence. Unlikely as it was, giving one of her few close allies safe harbor would endear yourself substantially to her.
All of this meant that you had chosen to...
[ ][LX] Stay out of it, your reach should not exceed your grasp.
[ ][LX] Take him in, regardless of risk, Xingke is a valuable piece on his own.
"So what's all this about Carine attempting to sweet-talk you?" You ask as you slip your jacket off and loosen a few buttons on your shirt, the plane now comfortably at cruising altitude.
Milly giggles. "Oh, she's been just a dear! Or, at least, useful enough for me to overlook her past insults. She's been building a simply massive hydroelectrics project in Oaxaca, you know, and she's been buying up old glasgow units to refit for construction work. I let her sell me on the idea of retooling some of our factories if she put down a generous preorder. It's helped me stabilize control of the board and give the conglomerate a new market to expand into once the war ends." Blue eyes twinkle devilishly. "Not that she knows that, of course, but as long as her credit is good I can ignore the fact that she's still a spoilt brat when she doesn't get her way."
You rub at your chin consideringly, something about the project Milly had outlined tickling a portion of your memory, but...
"I might be able to open up a market in Indonesia if your grandfather can get mother's support to sell outdated military surplus internationally," you offered.
"Not that that doesn't sound interesting," Milly replied, "because it does, but I think we should really focus on the conference. Especially if you want to relax for a few hours after we finish our preparations?"
You sigh, reaching for another glass of wine and ensuring it was going to be your only other glass. It wouldn't do to get drunk with the blonde harridan in close quarters.
"Especially after all the work I did dredging up information you asked for," she states, rising from the hot tub to reach for a tablet and bundle of papers in her bag.
"And I'm very appreciative," you state, accepting the offering as you begin to look through the dossier she'd prepared for you on the...
[ ][AL] Euro-Britannian Hosts
[ ][AL] Japanese Delegation
[ ][AL] EU Ambassadors
[ ][AL] Rus Republic Envoy
[ ][AL] Joint African Union Representative
[ ][AL] Ethiopian Delegation
You were somewhat surprised that the Chinese Federation hadn't sent at least one person given the relative nearness to their border, but even their most friendly and open cliques were often terribly isolationist. The various member states, though, had sent participants... no one group, though, was really large or important enough to warrant extra consideration.
The MEF had simply boycotted the entire affair, as if that meant anything to anyone.
Skimming over the information, Milly picked up the phone and began to order a small meal from the kitchen, ordering for you as well when you gave a quick nod. Given several hours until your destination, you'd have plenty of time to decide how to handle the group you felt most important as well as what remarks you'd like to make in the introductory speeches.
Given your performance in Indonesia, you in particular would find your words being given greater weight than they otherwise would have. It would be best, too, to consider signaling exactly why you were attending a conference which was to focus on an extraterrestrial impact. It would certainly make things easier for you to make allies and attain your goals, whatever they were.
To that end, you had decided months ago to speak on...
[ ][PS] Downplay the importance of space as a whole, your aims will benefit from it.
[ ][PS] The Final Frontier and the value of extraterrestrial exploration.
[ ][PS] The value of scientific research specifically.
[ ][PS] The military necessity of the ultimate highground.
[ ][PS] National prestige and the political realities of space.
[ ][PS] The business of space and the profit to be had.
[ ][PS] Potential benefits for international cooperation.
ONE HOUR MORATORIUM! DO NOT VOTE FOR ONE HOUR!
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NuclearConsensus
Herald of the Thorned One
- Location
- the Philippines
I suppose it depends on what we personally want to do regarding those topics, and what course we believe would be best to support those goals in the international stage.