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The Earth Cradle Foundation invites all the leaders of Earth and Space to the Mount Erebus Cradle on an important meeting on November 12. For too long mankind has amnesia about the Cataclysm. We will open up our classified archive of that period to rectify it and let the humanity start the process of healing and forgiving.

-Director Kazou
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Chairwomen of the Council of War Maeve Solace will be attending the meeting.
 
A Notice from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Ministry is pleased with the Pallasi's efforts in developing Earthian spacefaring capabilities. The Yammacin Space Corp will be deploying the HMSS Ajassa and the accompanying 5th Dragoon Flight for the Ulysses expedtion on this mission of cooperation.

The Ministry also welcomes the Cradle Foundation's return. It congratulates the stalwart defenders of Earth and hopes that it might once again bring about the splendours of old. The Yammacin Freeholds shall gladly participate in the United Launch Alliance and the World Health Organisation. The Ministry also congratulates the Cradle in its opening of its archives, in which the Ministry's First Minister for Foreign Affairs, Maryamu Aliyu, shall attend.
 
Pallas Genesis Clinics

It is with great pride that the Pallas Joint Medical Administration has partnered with the World Health Organization to bring the benefits of modern Spacer reproductive technologies to Earth. This partnership, the Pallas Genesis Clinics, is inspired by the common reproductive processes used in the Cities of Pallas. The Genesis Clinics' primary mission will be to provide uterine replicator services to the people of Earth; these technologies allow for a safe and reliable artificial gestation in a controlled environment. The benefits include health of the parents, genetic screening and optimal success. In addition, in accordance with Pallas laws and medical ethics, cosmetic genetic modifications can be applied. Want to ensure that the child-to-be has the father's eyes? The mother's hair?

With the help of the WHO the initial Genesis Clinics will be established in the following nation-states:
* The Yammacin Freeholds @Nanolyte
* The Divine Monarchy of CanMexico @Nerdorama
* The Kingdom of Lilies @Easter

Pallas Genesis Clinics
Building Better Families
 
THE DEATH OF EVA QASVAH JABURO


Descent​

Eva remembers being taken to museums in the Divine Monarchy on a handful of occasions when she was younger. Usually as part of some diplomatic trip or another. At that age, she was simply too young to understand the various works of ancient art and culture displayed in those halls. A Grand Exhibition of the Preserved Past, generously funded and protected by the Cult.

There was one painting though that always stuck in her mind. Its imagery, remaining vivid past the haze of time and memory. Of an angel descending upon a waiting horde of their rebellious fallen brethren, ready to strike them down for defying God. Mama used to point at things like that and all the other big and ancient churches to claim how they, the Catholic faithful, were once masters of the world.

Eva wonders, as she descends into the waiting maelstrom of beam fire and energy attacks, if someone will immortalize this moment for her. A lone angel facing off against a legion of demons waiting for her.

To devour her whole.

"COME THEN, SERAPHIM! YOU'LL HAVE TO DRAG ME FROM THE NEMESIS LIMP AND BROKEN!" Eva yells through the speakers filled with grandiose bravado. A rush of bravery that she truly doesn't feel.

Despite the relief she felt at her enemy revealing itself before her, she has to make a conscious effort to bury any fear in her heart. Eva winces as another lance of pain tears through her mind. The long spoken about Psychic powers of the Seraphim wash over as Eva grits her teeth and tries to force her way through.

She feels the workings of a well-oiled and organized machine, built for an ancient war mere Earthians like her only live in the shadow of. The Seraphim fought in it and now the machine is turned fully against her. Noise fills Eva's ears, feelings that seemingly come from nowhere, sounds emerging wholesale from the aether along with the words they carry.

She buries the fear deeper.

Yet despite that, Eva dances, she twirls and weaves between the heavy concentrated fire of the angelic legion. Nemesis dances for her as she closes the distance slowly but surely, using what's likely her intuition to dodge side and rear attacks from those damnable funnels. Any hits or strikes that slip by her, splash mostly harmless against her suit's I-field, a veritable lightshow marking her descent.

She's sure it makes for a beautiful sight, all the beams spraying around her creating the facsimile of a butterfly's wings.

She readies Nemesis' primary armament to strike, a long beam rifle with heat blades on both sides, the weapons glowing red with destructive intent.

She'd chosen her first target carefully, a Series-1 slightly, mere milliseconds honestly, slower than the others. But in battle such margins are everything. Her suit's thrusters flare as she closes in and—

Eva leaps as she's been taught and made to practice by the teachers, dance instructors and all the tutors. But something goes wrong and as she lands, she slips. Pain lances through her small body as her foot bends the wrong way; she hits the well-polished wooden studio dance floor in a humiliating heap.

All around Eva, her young peers and fellow daughters of the nobility, laugh and mock her failure. Only stopping at the harsh reprimand of the nun serving as their instructor. They're not afraid to laugh at her like this, a mere minor princess and one not even attending the lessons openly, but as someone else. A false identity to keep the royal charges safe. But embarrassed and shamed Eva might have been, it wasn't them she was worried about.

Sitting by a waiting area, dressed as a Princess should be, is one of her sisters. An older one born of the Queen and not like her, someone born of an affair with a lower courtier. Legitimized only due to the personal affection the King had for Mama.

Her sister, with eyes glowing a baleful red (did she always have red eyes?), stared at her in disdain. To her, Eva was a disgrace. An imposition, a reminder of her father's philandering ways, and someone not even fit to be a Princess.

A mistake—

Eva dry heaves and flinches, the split second of distraction, seized by her target to dodge inches away from the Heat Blade that would've gored them in their cockpit. A killing blow turned into merely a crippling one, as the Heat Blade sinks into the Series-1's side with a deafening screech.

Eva's unable to follow up and finish the job, as a squadron of bit funnels fire on from every direction and in such quantity she won't escape unscathed. She's forced to disentangle herself by tearing her weapon out from the enemy suit, leaving molten slag, rather than in towards its pilot.

She flies away, dancing—dodging and weaving, firing her vulcans in opportunistic moments to destroy at least some of the funnels harassing her. Around her, the sea of emotions shift, where once there was the hunters satisfaction at a trap successfully sprung, now there's amusement and the condescension of seeing someone embarrass themselves.

Most indignant to Eva are the flashes of pity aimed at her, her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and humiliation. As if dragging old buried memories would be enough for them to know her!?

"Petty fucking tricks!" She forces her mind shut, throwing the Psychic probes away from her skull, slightly lessening her headache. Eva resists the urge to tear the wedding veil off of her face, some delusional sense of pride in her own appearance remaining despite the heat of battle.

The battle continues, multiple close calls on both ends; a beam aimed at her thrusters only clipping the Nemesis' leg due to a last minute dodge. Heavy gunfire forcing Eva away from a crippled Type-S depriving her of the satisfaction of a kill. Fire from her Beam Rifle being dodged at the last moment, destroying only funnels and the jungle landscape in bright flashes of white. Leaving behind burning trees and ashen craters in its wake; and on and on it goes.

They poke at her mind, probe at its edges for anything to tear out and devour, she doesn't give them the opportunity. She can't give them one. A weakness in the enemy will be covered by their comrades; a weakness from her, any one at all, would be fatal.

She tracks the movements of her enemies' attacks through the Nemesis' full panoramic view. Eyes darting left and right, reacting and dodging as needed, she's destroyed who knows how many bits and funnels now, but still not a single dead Seraphim yet to her name.

Her senses alert to an attack from behind, right above her and Eva's forced to expel more precious propellant to evade fast enough, at this rate she'll be forced to walk the Nemesis to her wedding—

She said the wrong prayer.

The ceremony stops in its tracks as she stumbles through the words, cheeks flush in embarrassment. If she had merely said it wrong or said another prayer to the Cult entirely, it would've been fine. Just another stupid mistake for a stupid girl.

But she said a Catholic prayer, and from how the various priests, clergy and laymen were glaring at her, they noticed it as well. She looks to Mama for guidance, but she's praying deeply intensely under her breath, almost like she's shaking.

Next to Mama was Father, who was ignoring the whispers going on all around him. Like he's above it all, untouchable by such menial things. Maybe he is. Eva still hates him though.

Eva goes back to being quiet, mumbling what she can remember of the right prayers for the Ceremony of the Reborn Sun. But she knows she's in trouble for this, she almost wishes she was. Because that'd mean it'd be her who gets punished instead of Mama. Princesses don't get punished, which isn't fair. She's always the one doing naughty things even when she shouldn't.

Eva tries to reach out to Mama, to say she's sorry for saying their private prayers, but is stopped when she feels someone glaring at her. It's more than just the scary stares of the Cult people, it feels like someone is trying to hurt her with their eyes alone. Daring to turn in the direction of that strange feeling of being perceived, Eva sees her.

The Cardinal of Jaburo.

She's an old, old woman, wrinkly and thin in the way that almost makes her seem like a skeleton wrapped in skin and made to walk and talk. And she's staring at Eva with red eyes full of deep malice and disdain. Like she's looking at something scraped off from under her boot. Slowly but surely, the Lady Cardinal turns her gaze away from Eva and towards…Mama…

No! They should take Eva away instead!

Try as Eva might, she cannot speak up nor raise her voice. She cannot cry out as two Cult Inquisitors go and take Mama from where she was praying. The last thing she remembers of Mama is her crying praying face.

Eva never saw Mama ever again.

You killed your Mama, didn't you, Eva?

An ungodly wail of agony tears itself out of Eva's throat. She forces the tears down, quivering and shaking as snot drips down from her nose and ruins her dress. A wound buried deep deep in her heart, one she'd only shared with Bea. Torn out and exposed for an entire procession of demons to see, to jeer and mock at.

If they only mocked such things, disdained her weakness, her petty hangups, it would be acceptable. But there it is again, that cloying feeling of being sympathized, of someone thinking they can ever understand her. She can barely tolerate it from Bea most days, who are these demons in human skin and voice thinking they are?

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Eva snarls as she dives once more past the barrage of attack from all directions, pushing the Nemesis to its utmost limits. Claxons blaring in her ears, warning her of increasing battle damage, her I-Field running dangerously low.

The fight, if it could be called one, continues. She is firmly on the backfoot in this dance, each strike she makes is repaid two fold. She spends more time dodging, than forcing others to dodge.

Her Beam Rifle is running low, and all it's done is cripple some and destroy what seemed to her an unending number of bits and funnels.

All that effort and still not a single kill. She weaves past the near infantesimal gaps between each enemy attack, like a rider jumping from horse to horse to outrun the ground collapsing behind them.

But that's all she can do. To squeeze a few more minutes until…

Until what? Help arrives? There is no force in the Margraviate, nay the entire hemisphere, that can amass in under an hour and defeat the full might of Seraphim levied against her.

It starts to sink in.

Eva's going to die here. There's no escape. She's—

In that basement again. The stench of death surrounds her. It's what lies at the bottom of that Ocean of Blood, what she fears going to wake up to everytime she sleeps.

Where the past eight years, highs and lows, triumphs and defeat, have all been nothing but the fevered last delusions of a dying little girl.

A world with only the dead for company. Their unblinking red eyes staring at her, waiting for her to die as she should. Everyone in her family is here, waiting for her to die.

Bea cannot reach her here, Bea cannot save her here. Bea does not love her—

Eva snarls in utter outrage, forcing herself out of whatever illusion the Seraphim had tried to trap her in again. She had never once doubted Bea! How dare these hellish abominations try to claim otherwise.

Pure instinct drives her now, no more thoughts nor plans or evasion. She moves and dances as if Nemesis is her true body, her soul freed from the imperfect meat puppet handed down to Eva by her biological forebears.

Eva can feel a presence above her, stronger, more real than the others. It's the one with the red eyes, she doesn't know how she knows this, but she's utterly certain of it. She has but one shot at this.

Eva closes her eyes and waits for the perfect moment, leaving the piloting to what she's learning are her own Psychic powers. A fact that she can no longer deny, when it's those very powers keeping her alive at this point.

She sees it—no, feels it. That one in one quadrillion chance of making it out of here, the next horse she has to leap towards to survive. A slim narrow window where there's nothing between her Beam Rifle and the cockpit of that Type-P, commanded by that wretched witch with red eyes.

Her last miracle.

She has to mask her intentions though, the moment they realize what she's planning, it's over. The dance continues, but slowly and surely reaching its end. Eva can feel it and she's sure the Seraphim can as well. She can't keep this up for much longer.

It's time.

As natural as she can make it, she dodges out of the way of rifle-fire from one of those strange suits below, and aims up. Towards the enemy commander. Domina Gunn.

She almost misses it, out of the corner of her eye is a Series-1. Rushing towards the Type-P to push them out of the way of her attack. It's too late to adjust, too late to change course. All she has left to her is to pray that it's enough.

With one last desperate roar, Eva fires.

A white streak of death erupts like a lightning bolt from her Beam Rifle, the world grows still as the playful and domineering moods of the psychic auras around her shift to surprise and panic. As it nears Gunn, who tries desperately to evade, Eva can do nothing but relish in the moment, brief as it may be. The Seraphims wedding gift to her.

It's almost too good to be true, and as Eva quickly realizes, it is. By the barest of milliseconds, the Series-1 had made it before her attack, pushing the Type-P away by inches. Her attack scythes through the arms and extremities of each machine's left and right respectively, but it's no kill.

It's no miracle.

Eva closes her eyes shut and slumps back in her seat, her breathing ragged from exhaustion and her skin sticky from sweat, the cockpit's air conditioning having shut down some time ago. Her wedding dress ruined both by the constant tossing and turning of combat and the mess caused by her sweat. It's a shame too, Bea picked it out for her.

But despite her own exhaustion, despite her pounding skull with its unceasing headache, no death is forthcoming. What are the Seraphim doing?

With great hesitation, ignoring the blaring warnings of the Nemesis' system warning her of the crumbling state of the suit, Eva opens her eyes to see what's going on.

She feels it first before she sees it. Throughout the battle, her enemy's Psychic emanations filled the battlefield in a thick haze, wherever she went, wherever she ran or dodged, there was near constant pressure on her. Like a weight pushing down on her forehead threatening to crush it.

This was different, the tempo and movements, discernible only if she focused. All around her the Seraphim move in a rhythm that she wasn't invited in, one she can only observe but never touch. Her dance is, afterall, over.

There were no more discernible feelings from the Seraphim, no way to identify or separate them from one another. Just a solid wall of mental energy, of power, grim-faced like that of an executioner.

It crawls up her throat like bile, sending shivers all across her body. A pathetic little whimper forces itself out of her mouth. Involuntarily she tries to make herself smaller, to shrink down away from the coming threat.

Despite her desperate attempts to keep it down, to maintain a brave face even at the end, as a Villainess should; Eva was afraid.

So, so afraid.



It's the pain that wakes her. The blaring claxons served more as lullabies, their warning lulling her to sleep. She had passed out.

Eva's body creaks forward as she slowly pulls herself together, wiping the dribble of spit and foam that had begun to overflow from the corner of her mouth with her the sleeve of dress.

What happened—

Eva could barely recognize her brother, and she assumes the reverse is true with how gaunt and pale she's gotten while recovering. Gone were the fancy modern and foreign suits he preferred, Leo's wearing an officers uniform. He's holding her hand tight, tears in his eyes, as she struggles to breathe.

Pain lances its way through her body as her leg injury stops her from moving. Leo says something but she barely understands in her half-delirious state. At least Leo's never abandoned her, never left her. The only one of her half-siblings to have cared for her, after Mama…vanished.

A gasp tears itself from her throat as the events of minutes (hour?) flood its way back into her mind. Such concepts like time no longer matter, her world has been reduced only to the Nemesis' cockpit, most of its screens deactivated due to damage, all bathed in an otherworldly red glow.

Eva starts to feel it then, the pressure, laying down on her from every conceivable angle. Squeezing her until she pops and spills red. If the prior probes could be compared to needles, poking at her skin until they find something and sink deep, then this would be the equivalent of knives jabbing at every at every inch of skin all at once.

Using overwhelming force to force its way through any resistance she could hope to throw up. The pain is agonizing, her hands remain clutched to the Nemesis' controls, her knuckles white from her death grip upon them. An army bearing down on her skull to split it open.

She exits the rare and ancient simulator hesitatingly, despite the glowing praise levied at her for her test results. It's one of Gran Columbia's—Jaburo's only Mobile Suit Simulators. The technicians claimed she was a natural at it, but she really didn't care all that much. Her attention was consumed by her brother, who was looking at her not like he was her sister, but as a chess piece.

Slowly but surely a scream tears its way out of her mouth. Her mental Jaburo, a place that only she can see, that only she can know. A beautiful towering metropolis reaching to the heavens, currently being besieged by a pale white heavenly host. The attack is constant, never ceasing and never ending.

Going against every trained instinct in her body, Eva releases both of her hands from the Nemesis' controls, freeing them to clutch at her head in agony. Despite how much pain she's in, shutting her eyes does nothing, screaming her heart out does nothing. Has she tried begging yet?

Eva waits in the canopy, her E-Flat hidden as best it could be, waiting for their scouts signal to ambush the rebel column. Her blood curdles at the thought of more death, of more bloodshed, even if the rebels had…taken everything from her, she's still not comfortable killing when they're not in a suit.

"P-please, STOP!" Eva's voice feels pathetic, wavering even in pleading for her life. Tears are starting to flow, her breathing getting more and more deep and ragged as the pain gets worse and worse. She flails and struggles against the confines of her seat. Despite her hands no longer controlling Nemesis, the suit moves and flails with her, Eva's last companion.

She can feel it coming, a breach. After that, everything will be laid bare. Nothing will remain of her.

She will be known.

She stands behind a door, secretly listening in on her brother. What he says sinks her heart. Words Eva couldn't understand—no, refused to understand filled her ears. There's no possible way she could ever be a burden to her brother! Maybe…maybe she needs to do more. More battles, more missions, more blood for Leo. She has to do this, Leo is the only person she has left.

STOP! A mental wall has crumbled, her image of her own brother, a person she's so desperate to avenge. The one she clings to as proof that her family wasn't horrible. That the problem was always her.

She was nothing more than a piece to him, the only one he loved was Gloria.

The demons, in the psychic shapes of wolves, bears, vultures and ravens tear, tear and tear. Deep into her gut, as they pull, pull and pull—

Eva pukes onto dirt as she climbs out of the lake. She's finally killed that damnable T-Type, who's been menacing her the entire war. Even if it had cost her brother's E-Type, she had done it. As she lays on the ground, chest burning from having to swim for the first time in her life, she stares at the tangled remains of her E-Type and the rebel T-Type jutting out from the waterbed.

She feels nothing.

She looks at Jaburo still in the midst of its liberation from the rebel despots who had squatted on it for far too long.

She feels nothing.

It's no longer her Jaburo, her Jaburo is dead.

Another constant in her life for the past few years, gone. All that remains is—

"Nononononono, please, she's all I have. She's the only thing that matters to me anymore." Eva pleads with as desperate a voice as she can.

She admits that she deserves this, to be torn apart limb from limb by the demons of hell Mama always told her about. She'd accepted that price when she accepted that crown, that if she failed, only hell awaited her.

But please, leave Bea! Leave her heart—

Bea was first introduced to Eva as a wing-woman, one to replace her old one. Her commanding officer thought it was hilarious that they looked identical. And to be fair, it was kinda funny.

STOP!

They fight together, they kill together, they laugh together and when a fellow dragoon is lost they cry together. Sometimes they understood one another in a way they could never understand themselves. Like sis—

Eva digs her nails into the sides of her shoulders, deep enough to puncture her dress. Deep enough to pierce skin and make herself bleed. She half mumbles prayers to beg for god's forgiveness to no avail. God will not forgive her.

The demons pull her heart from its place, from the throne where it belongs and tear arteries to gnaw it down until nothing is left. Nothing left of her.

Why do you deny it, Eva?

You know the truth after all.

The thought first wormed its way deep into Eva's mind during a night like any other. The two of them lay in bed together, with only the dim light of a lamp illuminating the room. For all her skulking in the shadows, Bea was always a heavy sleeper. Sometimes Eva feels they could sleep past her getting kidnapped.

Egotistical it might seem, but Eva loves looking at Bea's sleeping face. There's a difference in looking at herself through a mirror or a photo. She gently caresses the person she loves as Bea sleeps soundly. One could almost mistakes them as sis—

Eva howls as the pain drives her mad, she tries to claw at her throat, to kill herself to no avail. There would be no easy escape like that. A monster like her needs to be punished, we are nowhere near the end quite yet, Princess.

There were labs and hospitals all across the good nations of the world. Many of them had access to some ancient technology or another, so it was little issue to arrange for a DNA test with one that had such an option in hand.

Eva says nothing as the results burn in the fireplace. The agents who had retrieved it for her, sworn to secrecy under pain of death. She might have them disposed of later anyways if her mood doesn't improve.

The DNA analysis is certain of it, Beatrix Bradamante is her Sis—

Half of her heart breaks. A wretched taboo dating to even before man killed itself in that final apocalyptic violence. Something that would change how Eva and Bea viewed each other forever.

And yet, Eva never told her.

To spare her the pain? To maintain their dynamic, to maintain their relationship or to keep Bea all to herself? Would their love survive such a revelation?

Do you even really love Bea, Eva?

Eva has no response but to cry, to scream and to wail in despair.

But that's only half of her heart, another half yet remains to be devoured. After all, that was not the only investigation Condor had conducted. That's their specialty after all. Aside from murder.

She does not remember what began that nugget of suspicion in Eva's mind. Maybe a slip of the tongue, or an incongruity within the internal records of Condor itself. They usually swapped places and roles when they felt like it. Bea as Princess, and Eva as her Shadow.

A discrepancy led to an investigation and in time, another burning document in the fireplace. This time Eva is alone.

She stares at it emptily, feeling the full weight of its contents burn deep into her. Another swig of alcohol might make her forget, might bury this secret deep until it can never be found.

Might make her forget that Bea had Eva's brother killed.

The rest of her heart breaks, torn to nothingness by demons in the guise of angels. Or would that be the other way around? It's her punishment after all. A Divinely ordained one. Perhaps she was a bit too hubristic naming her suit Nemesis.

Bea killed her brother and hid it from her. The details of Leo's betrayal were included but does that matter? Did Bea hide it to spare her the pain? To keep control of her and live like she should've at birth?

Does Bea even actually love you, Eva?

Eva is silent now, her trashing has stopped, whether through exhaustion or the mental toll of a full psychic attack, she could no longer move her limbs. She lay limply on her seat, her arms bloodied from scratching lay on the side. She sees herself stare blankly at the wall, blinking intermittently. She can't even move her head.

Finally, the Seraphim pull away from her mind. It's too late though. A desolate landscape devoid of thought, of hopes and dreams. Leaving only a broken Jaburo surrounded and flooded in an ocean of blood of Eva's own making.

Belatedly, Eva realizes that Nemesis is falling. Is this it? The Seraphim ambush her and break her body and mind?

To be left for the Amazonians to despoil as they please? Eva wonders if the Amazonians would be willing to try and hang a woman drooling and unable to move a muscle. They probably would. She wouldn't blame them though.

The fall and Nemesis jerk to a sudden halt. Something has caught her.

Soon the cockpit door opens.

The animal urge to flinch away at sudden light does not come to her body, still remaining motionless. Fortunately for her she can still see small mercies to thank God for.

There Eva sees the face of her enemy. And who else it could be, but Domina Gunn. Her piercing red eyes matched upon a cruel-faced expression beneath jet-black hair will haunt Eva for the rest of what seems to be her short life.

Every step Domina makes causes Eva to flinch away terrified, to whimper like an animal. Her body cannot respond however, so she's simply drooling and humiliating herself in front of the woman who ruined everything.

Domina, with surprising tenderness, brushes aside Eva's wedding veil, which had fallen back into place from all her trashing, and roughly grabs Eva's cheeks and forces the Princess to look up. Straight into the Seraphim's eyes.

Red.

So red it would resemble an ocean of blood. So red you sink in them and never emerge from for a thousand years. And Eva sinks.

Sink and sink and never emerge.



That moment stretches to eternity, beyond the boundaries of seconds, minutes and hours. Beyond time itself.

Eva lays there motionless, sitting limply at her cockpit seat, sitting uncomfortably on her cold throne, floating aimlessly in an ocean of blood and viscera, staring at a sky littered with smoke and blackened clouds.

Eva can barely think, can barely hear in this state of existence. Her eyelids feel impossibly heavy, the urge to sink and rest in the depths of her own mistakes calling to her. But someone isn't letting her.

Domino is there, like a splotch of pure white on a red canvas, light seeping into a claustrophobic prison of a cockpit glowing red from alerts and warning sirens. In this dream -like haze, only she is real.

Both of them were down to the clothes they were born with, yet neither of them feel shame. Eva is too numb to care that someone other than Bea sees her in such a state. Exposing herself in such an intimate manner. The Seraphim had already seen and delved deeper than this.

Domino feels no shame because before her stands a corpse. Does a person feel shame to be exposed near furniture? Tto stand bare before a mirror and other dead inanimate objects?

Confess, Eva Qasvah Jaburo and be forgiven.

The Seraphim's words echo throughout this liminal space, reaching to the ends of its universe. Domina speaks with the authority of something ancient. Going back to that first moment of human connection between two shining examples of the new type of man.

Only God can forgive, but in this moment of infinite time, Domina is God.

Confess? They had already taken so much from her, of her, that such a thing is unnecessary. And yet, the word brings to mind things Eva had long buried. Sins and Regrets alike.

Eva speaks of the war she had caused, of the millions she's killed indirectly and tens of thousands directly in the control of Nemesis. Does she regret starting the war or does she regret losing it?

She's long grown accustomed to forcing her way through life, that as long as everything turned out alright for her in the end, then everything else became secondary. Her mouth spills the deepest secrets of the Jaburian state, the truth of that petty excuse that had caused the war in the first place.

They had panicked, Eva had to admit. The arrival of the Seraphim in Amazonia demanded a response and the CanMexicans were already on edge, paranoid as they were thanks to years of effort on Condor's part.

So Bea and her had thought up of that scheme, they merely disagreed with the specifics. Bea wanted the faked rebel attack, to create a national insult, a specter of the Civil War dragging itself back from the grave. Such a thing sat uncomfortably for Eva. Ordering good and loyal men, people who trusted her, to die curdled her stomach. So she offered an alternative.

An assassination attempt. A Condor agent playing the part of a rebel assassin will try to kill Eva on the anniversary of her brother's death, during a ceremony held in his honor in Bogota. Bea refused to even consider it, though now she wonders if there was more to her suggestion and to her lover's refusal than she had thought at the time.

In the end, it was her own petty desire for control that won out. For the assassination attempt to be believable it needed to have barely failed. In order words she needed to have nearly died, to lay in bed and recover like a Princess should. She was sending people out to die anyways for her, why did it matter.

Maybe that's why she was so thrilled to find the Nemesis. Divinely ordained punishment. Her punishment. To struggle at the front like the many she condemned. Maybe the moment she had stepped into Nemesis, this ambush was inevitable.

She sounds so pathetic saying all of that out loud. Eva truly deserves hell.

Confess, Eva Qasvah Jaburo and be forgiven.

She regrets many things, but in the moment before Eva's death she regrets being so cruel to Angelica.

The girl truly doesn't deserve it, the isolation and harsh training they had secretly put her through. Feeding into Gloria's paranoia was a simple matter, Eva had Bea to cling to after Leo died. Gloria only had her work and her baby.

And so Angelica grew up with no friends other than the ones she reads of and thinks of in her own mind. She was Eva's heir as well so she needed to be trained and groomed properly. Like a proper lady. Bea had been the one to suggest that to Gloria, who agreed to having her beloved child be made into a proper Princess in honor of the late Margrave Prince.

It's sickening thinking of it. Her own frustrations and the angers of her youth being taken out on a child that actively looks up to her. Eva even had the same dance instructor that taught her assigned to Angelica. And all for what?

Because she was jealous. That she thought Angelica had stolen her brother's affections away from her. It was those months where the war began to grow desperate and seemingly unwinnable. Eva had been surrounded in a coterie of diehard reactionaries, men and women who opposed any reform, any concession to the rebel scum. Puppets of James.

It's no wonder Leo made that choice, she's sure it wasn't easy for him. She knows truly that Leo never hated her, that there were simply too many moments of genuine love and care for all to have been faked. She simply chose Gloria and Angelica over her.

Eva understands. She chose Bea over him after all.

She feels the hate wash away from the ruins of her heart. Childish grudges and old wounds of youth, now no longer clouded by the emotion and haziness of an incomplete memory.

Her siblings weren't entirely cruel to her, they were rarely nice either but who would be in their situation.

Father.

What an ugly word. She still hates him even now, a small metal spike driven into where an artery should be, not even the Seraphim could dislodge it, nor were they interested in doing so. A serial philanderer who played his children and wives and mistresses against one another. Forcing all to beg for scraps of attention from a man who ran his Kingdom the same way.

No wonder Gran Columbia revolted. She just wishes her family didn't have to die for it.

Eva wishes he's in hell, burning. She'll find out soon enough.

Maybe that's why she hates James so much. From what Catarina told Eva in her rare moments of vulnerability, James was a different sort of petty tyrant to his family. The difference between a Mustang and Thoroughbred. She wanted CanMex to bleed for her ambitions, it's why she dragged them into the war in the first place.

Bleed her puppet master dry, holding the bait of American dominion over his head, and the threat of the Seraphim behind him. And once Amazonia had been secured, once Eva had her prize, she would thank him.

By blaming him for the false flag.

It would've been lovely, Condor would've slowly but surely made politics in the Divine Monarchy so tumultuous that neither the Cult nor Javier could stop it. Revealing that the millions dead, soldier and civilian was the plot of one man, she would've used it to unite Jaburo and Amazonia in hate. The latter would have been the Mexico to her Canada, its people fed complacent and fat with treats plundered from Chile, Argentina and Bolivia.

Though she supposes it doesn't matter now, with Eva about to die the war is lost. And she suspects that the Seraphim had already revealed the truth to the world. It's what she'd do.

It's what she deserves.

Confess, Eva Qasvah Jaburo and be forgiven.

What else is there to say? What else is there to speak of that the angels haven't torn out from her?

…

She loves Bea, she loves her more than she loves herself, more than anything in the universe. Despite the lies, the truths, the schemes and plots; Eva loves Bea because she cannot bear being without her.

Being near Bea energizes Eva, like an intoxicating drug she can free herself from. Nor would she want to.

She loves her eyes, she loves how she laughs, she loves how she scratches herself when she thinks no one is looking, she loves how she smells every morning when they wake up cuddled together, nothing between them but air and the sheets of the bed. She loves her despite being sisters, she loves her despite her brother's death, she loves her despite the arguments and all the turmoil and stress this war has caused.

Forcing herself to marry someone other than Bea, to have someone else's lips touching hers, broiled Eva's stomach. She's sure that the ZOLON Prince is a fine man.

He simply is not Bea.

She would drag herself limp and bloody through the pits of hell, through the ocean of blood they had made together, for Bea.

Eva just wishes she hadn't damned Bea alongside her. She deserves Heaven like Mama.

Despite her heart in tatters, torn to shreds by the angels, it still beats. And that's enough.

With that last thought, Eva begins to feel herself fade away. Eyelids too heavy to keep open, thoughts too cloud to keep thinking. Soul too burdened to keep living.

At least the Seraphim has shown her that God is real, that she's going to be punished for all that she's done. That Mama is in heaven where she should be.

Mama used to say that the angels wept for sinners, but please don't cry for Eva, Mama. She brought this on herself.

She feels someone lift her. Her body still refuses to respond, and why would it, it's a corpse. In the half delusional state near death, she thinks it's Bea. Did she finally decide to put on some more muscle? If Bea is so insistent in being her knight, she should at least work out more.

Eva giggles softly at the thought, a noise echoed by the corpse being bridal carried. Right, she was supposed to go to a wedding. When the war began; Bea and her agreed that they should get married afterwards, no one could stop them then even if they wanted to if they were successful.

Bea and her will have a lot to do after their wedding. Belem will need to be repaired, electricity and water access restored to all of the provinces. Amazonian designed dams and power plants will spread across Jaburo finally bringing that old decrepit mondist state to the future. Bea was always insistent on those two things, 'Electricity and Running Water equals Royal Power' she always claimed.

Rest, Eva Qasvah Jaburo.

Right, the celebration must've tired her out. She feels light strike her eyes, the glare of the afternoon sun recognizable even in her state. What a lovely day for her wedding.

Rest, Eva Qasvah Jaburo.

For the last and final time, Eva closes her eyes and sinks. Not into an ocean of blood but into the great sea of the human soul. Bea's name repeated on her lips over and over.

Rest, Eva Qasvah Jaburo and never wake again.

Thus, Evangelista Qasvah Jaburo, Bloody Princess and pilot of the Nemesis, died.

 
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MORALIAN BROADCAST TO ALL EARTHIANS

The broadcast opens on two uniformed women, both seemingly in their mid twenties, sitting on a news anchors table facing the camera. One is a woman with wild red hair wearing their pilot's suits underneath an open Officer's uniform, she had a manic toothy grin on her face. The other is a shorter silver haired soldier, wearing a beret above their bob cut, a serious and deadpan expression on their face. Behind them is an electronic screen showing the Moralian Flag, a Red, Gold and Purple Tricolor.

SILVER HAIRED SCARF: We are representatives of the Moralian Mercenary Association more commonly known as the Golden Fantasia. I am Captain Klaudia Kesselring of the Silver Will Mercenary Group.

RED HAIRED OPEN JACKET: And you need to call me Sharon Schwarzer! Boss Bitch of the Bronze Bitches! We here in Moralia were hearing that you Earthians were having a rough time killing each other. Something about not getting the memo that Nothing Ever Happens, I dunno.

KLAUDIA: So to further both the interests of our esteemed organization and the warring Earthians, Sovereign Nemo of the newly reorganized Moralian Sphere has decided to open its services to not just Side 3 but to all of the Earth Sphere.

SHARON: Killers for the Highest Bidder! And what kind of Killers have we got in store for you pukes?

Available Mercenary Corps.CompositionCaptainCost
JAEGER CORPS
Silver Will20 EK Types (High End Mass Production), 4 Type E-Mod 2s (Medium to High End Limited Production), 1 Cruiser and 4 FrigatesKlaudia KesselringMEDIUM
Bronze Bitches20 EK Types (High End Mass Production), 4 Type E-Mod 2s (Medium to High End Limited Production), 1 Cruiser and 4 FrigatesSharon SchwarzerMEDIUM
Copperfield Co.20 EK Types (High End Mass Production), 4 Type E-Mod 2s (Medium to High End Limited Production), 1 Cruiser and 4 FrigatesCecille CopperfieldMEDIUM
Platinum Pain20 EK Types (High End Mass Production), 4 Type E-Mod 2s (Medium to High End Limited Production), 1 Cruiser and 4 FrigatesAaron ArasakiMEDIUM
Golden NocturneThe Adrestia (High End Ace Unit), 20 EK Types (High End Mass Production), 4 Type E-Mod 2s (Medium to High End Limited Production), The Battleship Virgilia, 2 Cruisers and 8 FrigatesNemo CastilloHIGH
RITTER CORPS
Tin Soldiers5 Type 2's and 10 BattlegroupsBernadotte BourbonLOW
Iron Flower5 Type 2's and 10 BattlegroupsIrene ItsukaLOW

KLAUDIA: It is Moralian policy to stick to our contracts and to support our clients with not only exemplary behavior but also exemplary work. However such formations and their accompanying contracts do not come for free.

KLAUDIA: Employment with any client of course comes with guarantees that any Corp hired will fastidiously stick to the terms of our contacts. Units will not ask questions on domestic and foreign policies, units will not complain about work conditions, and almost certainly units will not consider selling clients out for a higher bidder.

SHARON: That's our Moralian Guarantee!

Minor to Medium Trade Agreement in Moralia's Favor
Direct Cash or Cash Equivalent Payment
Some Amounts (10-20) of Unique Mass Production Mobile Suits
Technology of Mass Production Mobile Suits or Fallow Zones

Medium to Major Trade Agreement in Moralia's Favor
Large Amounts (25 or more) of Unique High End Mass Production MS
Some Amounts (5-10) of Unique Limited Production MS
An Example of a Unique Ace MS (T+/E-Major/Viggan/Type-P)
Technology of Mass Production MS AND Limited Production MS
Ruins Lots Salvaging Rights for 2 Quarters
Fallow Zone Salvaging Rights for 1 Quarter
Any Unique Technologies (Earthian)
Any Two Combinations of Low equal a Medium Cost

Some Amounts (3-5) of Unique Ace MS
Technology of Mass Production MS AND Limited Production MS AND Ace MS
Ruins Lots Salvaging Rights for 4 Quarters
Fallow Zone Salvaging Rights for 2 Quarters
Major Trade Agreement Heavily in Moralia's Favor
Large Amounts (20 or more) of Unique Limited Production MS
Any Unique Technologies (Spacian)
Any Two Combinations of Medium equal a High Cost

KLAUDIA: If some of these prices are too high for any prospective client to bear, then any ally or faction member may fill such obligations in their place. The Standard Contract lasts for Two Quarters, a first extension into a Third Quarter will incur a Low Cost, a second Extension will incur a Medium Cost. All Contracts end after a Year, wherein a new one must be made.

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BROADCAST END

All deals will be finalized 7 days before deadline. Offers can be adjusted, made and out-bidded before that.
 
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=} Tea & The Future {=​

The Rio Jocandu was flowing peacefully between its pockmarked shores, the craters of the shelling and the rusting carcasses of vehicles the only hints of the warfare that had gripped the surroundings just weeks ago. Today the sun was shining brightly, the few clouds offering much appreciated shade and a swarm of wild birds had settled on the river's surface, only scattering when the current guided them towards the busy Pontoon Bridge, where people and trucks were moving in an equally thick and steady stream with the sounds of voices and engines keeping the wildlife away. It was hard to reconcile this peaceful image before them with the pitched fighting that had taken place here just weeks ago, but already grass was growing over the ashes and the rain had filled the craters, allowing for frogs and lizards to return into their new/old home.

It was peaceful, peaceful in a way Friedrich and his squad hadn't experienced since their last stay in the hinterland: no thunder of artillery, no crackling of guns and the few mobile suits that flew over them did so on their lonesome and not in vast deadly formations. Using this lull they had gathered in the shade of their two C(a)-Types, the barrels of the egyptian quick-fire tank guns serving as benches, with a pot of tea happily bubbling between them.

Rocha and Miriam were helping Pablo add some citrus to his tin mug, which made him shift a little at annoyance at his right arm still being in a sling, since one of the heavy AT shells that C(a)s handled like bullets had fallen onto it. Still, it was something of a miracle that they had gotten through the last months with nothing worse in their team and Friedrich was thankful for whatever fate was watching over them. Sitting together now, drinking their tea, they let their eyes wander over the shoreline, watching the sheer endless columns of people dragging their feet over the pontons, uniforms worse for wear and weapons added to an ever growing pile that was getting watched by a B-Type.

Thanking the girls under his breath, Pablo took a small sip of the spicy brew, before following his sargeants glance, a wry smile coming over his lips as he boisterously exclaimed: "They don't look like much now, do they? I met my cousin who's working in communications: they are giving up all over the pocket we stuffed them in, they are getting nervous at brigade HQ about how to feed all of them.", shifting a little and tapping his feet against the barrel of the gun, he asked a little quieter: "Do you think that's it? With the war I mean…", he hurriedly added.

All around the pot grimaces were made and Miriam made a little wave with the hand holding the cup, shrugging as she replied "I heard they have another million soldiers besieging the unionists at Quito. Those and whatever their princess dragged away from this front."

"...leaving it to collapse and us to advance. And now their princess has disappeared after her crimes have been shown to the world and we are right behind them with all the guns we got from just about everyone.", Soraia threw in with a pat to their seat, Rocha slinging an arm over her friend and agreeing with eager nods: "And the Federation has sunk their fleet and landed on their coast. Between us, them and the teamsters the mondists are as good as bagged in as those sorry figures.", her grin was accompanied by a finger pointing down at the rows of Jaburan prisoners.

With the agreement Pablo was perking up again, smiling widely as he nodded fast enough to make his whole body vibrate, the tea splashing over his boots as he rapidly started talking "My cousins say that we might march north soon and finish things or maybe the rest of them will give up too. Either Way we might get home soon!"

These words made a few happy thoughts rise up in Friedrich, thoughts of his wife, memories of what they had planned to do at the end of the last year - but also a deep well of anxiety as he remembered that he hadn't gotten any news about his oldest son in the last month. But who knew what happened to a letter with the front expanding rapidly into their lost territories. For now he merely took another sip and a light nod, cheering Pablo up even more as he started to gestured happily with her healthy arm:

"My cousin, the one in communication, has told me that he had spoken with some of the apples. Their laser communications are based on light and they can't be disrupted like a radio. He thinks that might become THE THING after the war. Like telegraph lines - only far far faster. You could talk to people in Algeria or in the Federation or even in space! You can even write small letters without having to put them on paper as they save and send them as light!"

Now it was Friedrichs turn to scoff, shaking his head firmly "Now that's nonsense and people said the same when the telegraph lines were expanded in my fathers time: such communication might be useful for orders or for telling someone the results of the horse races or the like - but letters? I tell you: I have made sure that love letters, condolence letters, official letters and even letter advertisements have reached their recipients in my hometown. You can make communications as fast as you want but they can't replace the reliability of the physical feeling of a letter!"

A little taken aback Pablo calmed down for a moment, before shifting again and pressing further "So you just want to get home to your wife and your letters Sarge?"

"That you are saying 'just' just shows how young you are Pablo. I have missed my wife dearly over the last months and if I can get back home before the year is over I will be a happy man. One of my sons is struggling with his furniture company and if I can I will see about helping him till his partners also come back from their brigades - then I can go back to taking care of the postal service and just enjoy home."

During these talks the rest of the little circle had grown more silent, and when Pablo turned his gaze towards the girls, Rocha squared her shoulders and said firmly: "We have talked about staying in the Army - all three of us have qualified for the C(a) Class-2 Licenses for active combat and they are likely to built more and better C(a)s. They have been useful after all."

Her declaration was met by a wavering smile from Pablo and Friedrich being slightly taken aback as he swallowed his tea in the wrong way, coughing violently for a few moments, before gasping out: "R-really? The three of you are of one age with my daughters, smart and you have a good head on your shoulder and nimble hands, surely you can…"

"...can go back to emptying pots and washing linen on the rooftops?", Soraia said with more than a little bitterness as she poured herself another cup of tea: "When this war started our employers just put us on the streets, hundreds of girls like us even. And how is rubbing our hands raw with cheap soap and filthy linen any worse than sitting in the trenches or stomping around the back with the C(a)s to get the field guns into place?"

"And before that job I worked in an umbrella factory. We put them together and the boss paid us by the finished piece - but when we got a new coworker he earned nearly twice as much as we did per day. Our boss just said. Well, he's a man and has to feed his family.", Miriam added, placing the cup to the side and rubbing the scars on the inside of her hand, where the wire frames had dug into.

Even if he was taken aback a little Friedrich rallied again feeling a bit helpless as he had fought with the three of them, side by side, but imagining them in the army for anything else but an emergency just felt…wrong? They were an age with his daughter and he would never allow her to do something this dangerous. Sitting a little straighter, he tried: "But the three of you are all nice girls, I am sure that any of the boys in the unit would be happy to…"

Now Rocha couldn't help her laugh, crossing her arms and lightly tilting her head to the side, where the rest of the brigade was camping above the shore and keeping an more or less watchful eye on the mondists: "...have a tumble with us in one of the suits cockpits?", she asked bluntly, the formulation enough to make Friedrich look sideways a little embarrassed: "I don't think any of the boys will want a girl who went through this war with them Sarge. They want a cute waitress or medicine student who awws and ooohhs at their stories and doesn't tell them that you need to hit the B-Type from a 20 Degree angle when defending against frontal assaults."

Now even Pablo was squirming a little uncomfortable, but valiantly tried to power through after exchanging a look with the Sergeant: "I mean…this has been a hard time for everyone. But defending the republic…I mean ideally ... .if we aren't so hard pressed…", gulping down and glancing around in growing panic, he just closed his eyes and gasped out "...is a job for men!"

When he dared to open his eyes again he was looking at three very unimpressed faces, while Friedrich had decided that it was time to busy himself with stirring the pot. The look of utter disinterest directed at nothing in particular as Rocha looked up and intoned particularly grating: "Of course, how could we forget. It's not like I was aiming the field gun when we blew up that mondist B-Types closing up to blow up our position…"

"...or Soiraia ended up cleaning up a whole mondist scout group that was trying to escape beneath our very feet…", Miriam added with an equally innocent impressing, the name girl simply shrugging as she added:

"And there are so many men among the Seraphim that have pulled our collective asses out of the Fire since this war began, surely they wouldn't let women close to any of their mobile suits…"

When all three turned towards him, Pablo could only raise his free arm in surrender, the girls nodding once, before moving up and grabbing their carbines, pouring the rest of their tea into the grass and moving down the hill to join some of the guards overseeing the still endlessly marching lines of prisoners. Shaking his head lightly, he stared over to Friedrich and asked a little separately: "What did you think has gotten into them Sarge?"

Rolling the tips of his mustache, Friedrich could only stare after the rest of their team, before pushing himself up as well, patting Pablos shoulder in comradeship as he replied: "The Future I would say. Maybe even your light-letters have a place in it.."

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Treaty of Macapá​


In summum: Peace declared in the Americas between OSRA and the Holy League, with terms. Conflict may continue confined exclusively to continental Asia.
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Preamble


The following document's goal is to negotiate a lasting peace between the international organizations known as the Holy League and the Oceans, Seas, and Rivers Alliance, or OSRA. The list of the affected parties are below; "Combatants" are nations of Earth or Space that are materially involved in this conflict, "Non-Combatant Witnesses" are nations of Earth or Space with a diplomatic interest invited to this conference but not party to the conflict being resolved. "Combatants exempted from ceasefire" are nations involved in this conflict that are exempted from ceasefire agreements but are otherwise asked to acknowledge the terms of this treaty.

Definitions

Holy League Combatants: Margraviate of Jaburo, Divine Monarchy of CanMexico, Principality of Bolivia, Cult of Apollo-Mithras (Order of Leo)
Holy League Non-Combatant Witnesses: New Ethiopian Empire

Holy League Combatants exempted from ceasefire: Empire of Greater Siberia

OSRA Combatants: Federation of Pacific Islands, Free Republic of Egypt, Amazon Territories, Chile
OSRA Non-Combatant Witnesses: Kenya, Thailand, Arabia, Sudan

OSRA-aligned Combatants: Algerian Socialist Republic, The Seraphim, Applegate Orbital

OSRA Combatants exempted from ceasefire: Caspian Sea Republic

Neutral Non-Combatant Witness: Yammacin Freeholds

Articles

  1. Ceasefire
    1. All Combatants agree to an immediate ceasefire in all regions wherein conflict is currently underway between them.
    2. All Combatants agree to immediately withdraw their armed forces to their respective national borders as recognized on January 1, 1001 AC (Antebellum Borders).
      1. Combatant forces currently encircled e.g. Jaburo Army Group Blue will be instructed to lay down arms and be processed as prisoners of war, repatriated with all due haste per later sections of the treaty
    3. This ceasefire is binding and absolute and no attempt to attack or damage withdrawing troops will be made, and withdrawal will be otherwise accomplished with all possible haste.
    4. This ceasefire does not apply to combatants "exempted from ceasefire", i.e. the Caspian Sea Republic and Greater Siberian Empire, whose differences will be settled by a separate treaty at a later date.
      1. For the purposes of fulfilling external treaty obligations, armed forces belonging to Combatant nations within the territory of the Greater Empire of Siberia or the Caspian Sea Republic, or their respective territorial waters, are exempt from this ceasefire.
      2. Conversely, the Greater Empire of Siberia and the Caspian Sea Republic agree to limit their armed forces to not attack or otherwise damage Combatant nations outside of their own mutual territory
  2. Territorial Changes and Claims
    1. No territorial changes from this conflict will be recognized and all national borders will be restored officially to their internationally recognized positions as of January 1, 1001 AC, except as specifically delineated in articles of this treaty, or the following:
      1. Signatories of this treaty recognize the borders of the Caspian Sea Republic established by the Treaty of Algiers
    2. No claims, fault, or damages from this conflict will be recognized except as specifically delineated in the articles of this treaty.
    3. All affected nations will return to a state of peaceful relations upon ratification of this treaty.
  3. Reparations and Concessions
    1. The Principality of Jaburo accepts responsibility for this conflict as the direct result of actions taken by Princess-Margrave Evangelista Q. Jaburo's government, based upon publicly available evidence.
    2. The Holy League Combatants agree to pay [Large] monetary reparations to the Amazon Territories in compensation for destruction of property and loss of life during this conflict.
    3. These reparations will be paid from a common fund contributed to by all Holy League Combatants proportionally to their national productivity (reparations amounts are independent of national productivity, but responsibility will be divided among the nations proportionally according to their ability to pay).
    4. All materiel found by Holy League salvage operations in Amazonia will be turned over to Amazonian armed forces during the withdrawal of troops.
  4. Regarding the Panama Canal Zone
    1. The Panama Canal and the territory within 10 kilometers of either bank, commonly known as the Panama Canal Zone, will be designated an International Zone to be jointly administered by the Divine Monarchy of CanMexico and the Federation of Pacific Islands.
    2. Each of the two nations will be permitted to develop a garrison for the purposes of defense in the Zone, CanMexico in the vicinity of Colon and Pacific Islands in the vicinity of Balboa.
    3. All current residents of this zone will maintain their present nationality status
    4. Both the Divine Monarchy of CanMexico and Federation of Pacific Islands guarantee the free flow of trade and international movement through the Panama Canal, and are jointly responsible for the defense of the Canal.
    5. All tolls through the Canal are to be reinvested in the Canal for maintenance, modernization, and expansion rather than flowing to any state.
  5. Regarding the Quito Elevator
    1. All parties adjacent to the orbital elevator running from Quito, Jaburo to the Applegate Orbital Station legally outlaw the transit of military goods and armed combatants in warfare along the Elevator, barring forces dedicated to the security and safety of the Elevator itself
    2. All parties otherwise commit to the free and unrestricted flow of trade along the Elevator
    3. A 50 km radius around the Elevator will be designated a demilitarized zone. No soldiers, military formations, military vehicles, mobile suits, or any weaponry not commonly and internationally agreed upon as useful for personal defense of an individual will be permitted in this zone for any reason
      1. All terms of this demilitarized zone also apply to all airspace directly above it, up to the limit of Earth's atmosphere.
      2. Enforcement of this Demilitarized Zone will be the responsibility of a neutral observer nation, the Yammacin Freeholds, who will be recognized to have the authority to impose economic sanctions and military intervention as they see fit against any nation that violates the terms of this demilitarized zone.
    4. This territory will otherwise remain the sovereign territory of the Principality of Jaburo, while the Elevator itself is recognized as the sovereign territory of the Applegate orbital.
    5. This section may be freely renegotiated by the Government of Jaburo and the Applegate Orbital at a future date.
  6. Principle of Non-Aggression
    1. All Combatants agree to a principle of non-aggression and to seek diplomatic arbitration of any conflicts which may arise in the future before resorting to military action against each other. Any unilateral declaration of war by a signatory of this treaty against another in the future will be considered a violation of this treaty.
    2. This article does not apply to Combatants exempted from Ceasefire until hostilities cease between them but will be considered binding at that point.
  7. Prisoners of war and displaced persons
    1. All prisoners of war taken by all combatants will be immediately repatriated to their respective homelands
    2. All civilians displaced by the war will be granted freedom of movement and opportunity to return to their previous place of residence. This includes civilians displaced by states for reasons of personal safety.
    3. This article does not apply to Combatants exempted from Ceasefire until hostilities cease between them but will be considered binding at that point.
  8. Conflicts with Third Parties
    1. Combatants agree to offer an immediate ceasefire with the Astarti and enter into negotiations to achieve peaceful relations therewith.
[X] Prince Javier, Prime Minister of State for the Divine Monarchy of CanMexico
[X] Margraviate of Jaburo @BiopunkOtrera
[X] Principality of Bolivia @BiopunkOtrera
[X] Cult of Apollo-Mithras (Order of Leo) @Fancy Face
[X] Greater Siberian Empire @DanBaque

[X] Federation of Pacific Islands @Etranger
[] Free Republic of Egypt @AMTurtle
[X] Amazon Territories @Simpli
[X] Chile @BiopunkOtrera
[X] Caspian Sea Republic @SirLagginton
[X] Algerian Socialist Republic @Princess_Hex
[X] The Seraphim @Exhack
[X] Applegate Orbital @Eater

[X] Yammacin Freeholds (as guarantor of the Demilitarized Zone in Quito) @Nanolyte
 
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Q4 Part C: Black Knight
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    • The room was high ceilinged and panneled in green. Great paintings ofprevious monarchs and fantastic landscapes regarded the room. Outside there was hazy sunlight and the spatter of rain. Beatrice, Knight of Zero, sat alone amid the grand hall, the only occupant of a dozen overstuffed armchairs. Her pistol stood on the lacquered wood. Beatrice had the vague idea of using it on anyone who came for her. Or perhaps for other things.

    She hadn't been there. Eva had sent her away. If the second A-minor had been fixed in time. If Eva hadn't sent her by another route. If. If. If. her mind bounced around itself, rebounding off its own edges. Sometimes she'd hear a sound and look up, thinking that she'd see Eva walking into the room, blooded but alive, having somehow escaped her attackers. Sometimes she'd fall into spells of darkness. Angry, self loathing blackouts.

    She wished the rebels, or someone would come for her.

    The door opened. Beatrice rose, snatched up her pistol and aimed it at the door. She expected soldiers in dirty green. Instead a woman stood there. For a second she imagined that it was Eva, but it wasn't. This woman was tall and faintly strange, with light skin and silver hair. She wore a close fitting bodysuit, like something derived from a ruin.

    "Who are you?" Beatrice asked. "How did you get in here?" There should be guards everywhere.

    "Someone who can tell you what happened to Eva." The woman said.

    Beatrice shot her. The gun crashed and the woman gasped and fell back against the wall. Beatrice fired several more times, walking rounds up her body and then put one between her eyes. "Seraphim dog."

    The woman laughed and sat up. "You are quite precious." She reached up with a finger and plucked the flattened bullet out from her own flesh. "So fierce you'll cut even someone who tries to help you."

    "Who are you?" Beatrice backed up a step, searching her pockets for a fresh clip. The woman stood, puppet like.

    "Not a Seraphim." The woman raised her hands placatingly. "I am a representative of the Cradle Foundation." she rubbed the wound in her head, which had already stopped bleeding. "Though not, alas, the Cradle organisation that recently announced itself to the world. They are mere traitors."

    "If you know where the Princess is, then tell me–" Beatrice growled. "No mysteries. Just– just say it!"

    "The Seraphim have a method of killing that they give only to their very worst enemies." The woman said. "They lock the soul into the dying body. Leave it to listen to the songs of the void and scream. We detected a great psychic battle going on near your Princess. It is likely that they gave her such an end for her crimes. They despise false flag actions you know. A legacy of our actions at the start of the cleansing campaign perhaps."

    Beatrice shivered. She wanted to break down. "If I find the body… can she be… released?"

    "Perhaps. If you know the way how."

    "And you're offering to teach me aren't you?" Beatrice felt her hand clench on the gun at he woman's continuing theatrics.

    "Yes. And get revenge. That's what you want, isn't it? For all the Seraphim to die?"

    What Beatrice wanted, more than anything, was to see Eva alive again.

    "Yes."

    The woman reached forward and took Beatrice's gun hand. Beatrice didn't see what happened next but there was a stinging cold feeling in her wrist. To her horror, she saw lamprey like pads along the stranger's palm.

    She tried to raise the pistol again but the world was already ebbing away. "Worry not Knight of Zero." The woman caught her as she collapsed. "We will make you powerful enough to gain all the revenge you want."

    She leaned forward and whispered into Beatrice ear as consciousness fled. "Welcome to the true Cradle."
     
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    • It's Official: The War is Over in South America!

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    Jaburan Frontline Surrenders!
    Artemi Agustin, so-called Marshal of the Amazon has surrendered her Army to the joint Amazon-Algerian Command! A hundred Brigades have surrendered their arms and been taken prisoner! Countless vehicles, artillery pieces and mobile suits have been captured intact! The Prisoners are weary, but long for home! News of the Peace is met by cheers and spontaneous festivals in all major cities! The Republic has survived, long live the Republic!

    Mondists fleeing North!
    With their princess missing the mondist forces are coming apart at the seams! Isabella Claes, Marshall of the Andes has deserted her army's siege of Quieto and rapidly moved north with hardline mondist army units of the royal guard! They have given up on their own country and are fleeing into Exile with their CanMexican Overlord!

    Government in Bogotá collapses!
    Christiano Villa, Foreign Minister has admitted that the Mondist Regime has lost control over the situation in Bogotá: soldiers and civilians are stormin the centers of power as anger at the ruinous war forced upon them by the murder of their own people is boiling over! Whatever is happening shows one thing: attacking us was their biggest and last mistake!

    Exiles no more!
    Greetje Durino,First Speaker of the Gran Colombian Republican Association, has declared her intention of returning to Bogotá to follow the call of self-determination and freedom. Countless exiles, bolstered by former prisoners of war have flocked to her banner, claiming to aim towards pushing Jaburo into a more democratic direction in the days to come! Durino was joint at her press conference by a most unlikely of guests: the so-called Lady Gertrude, former Knight of Nine has overcome her own bloody history with the Gran Columbian Junta to espouse her support for all people of her homeland who want to determine their future away from violence and force!

    The War against Mondism rages on!
    While their attempt to swallow our proud Republic has failed, our loyal allies are still fighting across Asia against the Siberian Tyranny! Now that CanMex can turn its attention east it us our duty to help those who have helped us in our darkest hour: each rifle built; each suit finished, each ship released into the water is another help for our allies in the Federation and the Caspian Sea Republic! For Freedom! For Liberty! And for mankind!

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    Signed, Senior-Professor Henry Pflaume, Minister of International Relationships (PolSci)
     
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    The soldier burst into the clearing, her uniform the only thing stopping the bewildered guards from firing on her. The thumps of her boots and her ragged breaths seemed to thunder in the air around her as if propelled by a higher purpose. A paper, clutched tightly in her hands as if it were the most precious of jewels, the only thing on her that was clean. That much was a common sight, the Amazon Rainforest didn't allow its visitors to keep themselves separate for long.

    With no thought to propriety or decorum the soldier continued her headlong charge. More than once she ran full tilt into other soldiers, yelling hasty apologies as she sped off. A small train of people began to follow her, trying to see what was going on, where she might be going.

    The supply depot was carefully guarded against the depradations of the hungry and the mischievious. That same guard learned that they were poorly equipped to handle a headlong rush. The soldier surged past the two at the entrance to the depot before they even registered what was happening. Much to their relief, the soldier wasn't interested in pilfering anything, choosing to instead to clamber on top of some crates until she stood at the summit.

    "Peace!"

    Her shout echoed throughout the camp, and all conversation ended. Every eye in the clearing snapped over to where she stood, chest heaving from laboured breaths, and the piece of paper held aloft. Those in nearby clearings or with their view obscured quickly clambered over to get a better look, to find out what was going on.

    "Peace!" she cried again. "They signed for peace!"

    Still there was no reaction, a general sense of confusion settled on the crowd.

    "We're going home!" the soldier said at last.

    The entire camp erupted into cheers. Soldiers, Algerian and Amazonian alike, tearfully embraced each other. Their months long hell was over, the fighting was over, they could go home.

    Mirth spread like wildfire, beaten only by the news of the peace treaty. There wasn't a single place where spontaneous celebration didn't break out. Even many officers joined in, abandoning discipline to partake in the joy of the moment. Extra rations were shared out, along with whatever treats had been carefully stored away. More than one impromptu band formed and played whatever joyful songs they could all agree on, or even several they couldn't.

    Not spared by the celebratory mood, the corner of the camp which hosted the seven mobile suits of the Algerian mobile suit corps of the Amazon was swept up in the party. Always more independently minded than the normal soldier, most of the mobile suit pilots didn't need to be asked twice, and were soon some of the leading voices in the crowd.

    One, however, demurred.

    It didn't surprise anyone that Meriame ult Lamine, Major of the mobile suit corps, would choose to avoid participating in a party, especially one of this size and intensity. She was known as being shy, reclusive, some even said cold and unsociable. Even amongst her fellow pilots that she had trained with for months she was something of an enigma, barely attending group activities and eating separately.

    So she watched as the others ran over to join the crowd, and sat next to her mobile suit. The Type-2 had been, at the time of its acquisition, the best mobile suit Algeria had. They had dozens of superior models now, but Meriame had stayed with her Type-2. She had named it Blueberry, and after half a year of training with it had become very proficient in its use.

    More importantly, she saw Blueberry as a friend. It wasn't uncommon amongst mobile suit pilots to get attached to their suits, but it was especially unsurprising for Meriame.

    Leaning her head against her Type-2's massive foot, she sighed. "We're going home, Blue. Why don't I feel happy about that?" she said, her voice soft and quiet as it usually was when speaking to Blueberry.

    "You alright?" The gruff voice of Captain Hanoune spooked Meriame out of her thoughts.

    The Algerian mobile suit corps was an intensely competitive branch of the military, which had only gotten worse with the introduction of suits other than the K-type. With so few suits and so many people jostling for position, it became a battleground where the best had to fight their way to the top. Captain Timmi Hanoune looked as if she had been molded from clay specifically in order to excel in that environment, and excel she had. She was widely regarded as the best of the six aces chosen to fly the E-Types that had been dug out of the desert.

    Now she stood, leaning down so as not to loom so threateningly over Meriame. "Anything wrong with Ms. Ears?" she asked, motioning down at the figure in Meriame's arms

    Ms. Ears was Meriame ult Lamine's stuffed fox that she had owned since she was a child. Her fur was faded and worn from years of companionship but Meriame still took her everywhere she went. Including the cockpit of her Type-2. A kind engineer had even improvised a little seat for the fox to stop it from flying all over in the event of a crash.

    "Ms. Ears is fine," Meriame replied. "I'm just not feeling well."

    Captain Hanoune leaned back and looked down. "If you say so. I'll let Blueberry take care of you." She knocked on the Type-2's leg, knuckles banging against hardened alloy.

    However, as she turned to leave, she stopped and turned around. "Don't hold it all in too long, okay? You've got people here for you, Major, don't push them away."

    Meriame nodded, bringing her knees up to her chest and burying her face in them. She didn't see Hanoune leave.


    The ship creaked, it seemed to do very little else. Logically, Meriame knew that it was doing many things all at once, but her experience had largely been defined by creaking metal and occasional swaying motions.

    That was largely because Meriame had spent most of her time in the storage bay where the mobile suits were kept as they were transported back to Algeria. Ever since the peace announcement she had been feeling restless, and found it harder and harder to be around people. The more they celebrated, or spoke excitedly about going home, the more miserable she became.

    Blueberry was much better company.

    She wasn't starving herself, she did all her duties and took all her meals, so nobody had any reason to do anything, but she wasn't unaware of the looks shot her way. Questioning eyes trying to figure out why she didn't fit in.

    "Alright," came a voice, whose source was revealed when Captain Hanoune jumped up on to Blueberry's foot. "I've waited long enough. What's wrong?"

    Meriame was stunned. Kind words and gentle probes for information she knew how to handle, a direct and graceless push felt immediately overwhelming. All of her defences shut down and she felt herself blurting out the answer before she could react. "I'm not happy about the peace."

    She expected Hanoune to be angry, or confused, and she did look surprised. The expected anger never came though. Instead, the captain thought about it for a moment. "I mean, I guess you never really got the chance to fight."

    Meriame blinked at her, not sure what the think of that. She was hardly a bloodthirsty warrior, after all.

    "It's kind of frustrating for me, too. You get built up as an ace, put in a miracle machine, do all this training, and then..." Timmi waved a hand. "Peace..."

    "And in the end I didn't do anything," Meriame finished quietly.

    Timmi nodded. "Yeah, exactly."

    Meriame sat with that thought for a while, her hands massaging Ms. Ears' ears. In just a few words, Timmi had cut through all her confused feelings and gotten right to the heart of the issue. It was almost annoying how simple it was.

    "Nothing for it, peace is good." Timmi continued, oblivious to Meriame's contemplations. "Just gotta be ready for next time."

    She looked about ready to leave before Meriame blurted out, "but so many people died!"

    Timmi looked back, confused. "That's war, we signed up for that."

    "But if..." Meriame said, biting her lip. "But if I had just been able to fight, maybe some of them wouldn't have."

    "You can't know that, Meriame, you-"

    "I'm the ace!" The sudden spike in volume took Timmi by surprise, making her lean back with a wide eyed expression. "I'm Riptide! I should have been out there fighting so that other people could stay home. That's the whole point! But instead I just stayed back and did," she kicked Blueberry's foot, far too weakly to ever do any damage. "Training."

    Timmi Hanoune looked out of her depth, but some kind of instinct must have kicked in. She slid off Blueberry's foot and moved over to give Meriame a hug. "I get it," she said, "I do. Just don't let yourself obsess over it. Focus on what you can do next time you deploy, okay?"

    "Okay," said Meriame, knowing full well she couldn't promise that.

    "Okay," replied Timmi, letting go and pulling away. "I'll leave you down here to cool off, but I want to see you on deck tomorrow. Alright, Major?"

    Meriame forced a smile, even if only a small one. "Will do, Captain."

    Timmi saluted, the kind of sharp and perfect salute that mobile suit pilots only ever did as a joke, and then she was gone.

    Meriame relaxed as soon as she was out of sight. With a target to focus her worries on, she felt so much less confused, but the hole in her chest felt so much deeper. She knew couldn't change the past, that the time spent training was time well spent, but it hurt.

    Pressing her face against the back of Ms. Ears' head, Meriame made a promise to herself.

    Never again would she sit idle and let free people die while she had the power to help. Next time would be different, next time she would be there.

    And she'd bring hell with her if she had to.
     
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    Treaty of Macapá​


    In summum: Peace declared in the Americas between OSRA and the Holy League, with terms. Conflict may continue confined exclusively to continental Asia.
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    Preamble


    The following document's goal is to negotiate a lasting peace between the international organizations known as the Holy League and the Oceans, Seas, and Rivers Alliance, or OSRA. The list of the affected parties are below; "Combatants" are nations of Earth or Space that are materially involved in this conflict, "Non-Combatant Witnesses" are nations of Earth or Space with a diplomatic interest invited to this conference but not party to the conflict being resolved. "Combatants exempted from ceasefire" are nations involved in this conflict that are exempted from ceasefire agreements but are otherwise asked to acknowledge the terms of this treaty.

    Definitions

    Holy League Combatants: Margraviate of Jaburo, Divine Monarchy of CanMexico, Principality of Bolivia, Cult of Apollo-Mithras (Order of Leo)
    Holy League Non-Combatant Witnesses: New Ethiopian Empire

    Holy League Combatants exempted from ceasefire: Empire of Greater Siberia

    OSRA Combatants: Federation of Pacific Islands, Free Republic of Egypt, Amazon Territories, Chile
    OSRA Non-Combatant Witnesses: Kenya, Thailand, Arabia, Sudan

    OSRA-aligned Combatants: People's Republic of Algeria, The Seraphim, Applegate Orbital

    OSRA Combatants exempted from ceasefire: Caspian Sea Republic

    Neutral Non-Combatant Witness: Yammacin Freeholds

    Articles

    1. Ceasefire
      1. All Combatants agree to an immediate ceasefire in all regions wherein conflict is currently underway between them.
      2. All Combatants agree to immediately withdraw their armed forces to their respective national borders as recognized on January 1, 1001 AC (Antebellum Borders).
        1. Combatant forces currently encircled e.g. Jaburo Army Group Blue will be instructed to lay down arms and be processed as prisoners of war, repatriated with all due haste per later sections of the treaty
      3. This ceasefire is binding and absolute and no attempt to attack or damage withdrawing troops will be made, and withdrawal will be otherwise accomplished with all possible haste.
      4. This ceasefire does not apply to combatants "exempted from ceasefire", i.e. the Caspian Sea Republic and Greater Siberian Empire, whose differences will be settled by a separate treaty at a later date.
        1. For the purposes of fulfilling external treaty obligations, armed forces belonging to Combatant nations within the territory of the Greater Empire of Siberia or the Caspian Sea Republic, or their respective territorial waters, are exempt from this ceasefire.
        2. Conversely, the Greater Empire of Siberia and the Caspian Sea Republic agree to limit their armed forces to not attack or otherwise damage Combatant nations outside of their own mutual territory
    2. Territorial Changes and Claims
      1. No territorial changes from this conflict will be recognized and all national borders will be restored officially to their internationally recognized positions as of January 1, 1001 AC, except as specifically delineated in articles of this treaty, or the following:
        1. Signatories of this treaty recognize the borders of the Caspian Sea Republic established by the Treaty of Algiers
      2. No claims, fault, or damages from this conflict will be recognized except as specifically delineated in the articles of this treaty.
      3. All affected nations will return to a state of peaceful relations upon ratification of this treaty.
    3. Reparations and Concessions
      1. The Principality of Jaburo accepts responsibility for this conflict as the direct result of actions taken by Princess-Margrave Evangelina Q. Jaburo's government, based upon publicly available evidence.
      2. The Holy League Combatants agree to pay [Large] monetary reparations to the Amazon Territories in compensation for destruction of property and loss of life during this conflict.
      3. These reparations will be paid from a common fund contributed to by all Holy League Combatants proportionally to their national productivity (reparations amounts are independent of national productivity, but responsibility will be divided among the nations proportionally according to their ability to pay).
      4. All materiel found by Holy League salvage operations in Amazonia will be turned over to Amazonian armed forces during the withdrawal of troops.
    4. Regarding the Panama Canal Zone
      1. The Panama Canal and the territory within 10 kilometers of either bank, commonly known as the Panama Canal Zone, will be designated an International Zone to be jointly administered by the Divine Monarchy of CanMexico and the Federation of Pacific Islands.
      2. Each of the two nations will be permitted to develop a garrison for the purposes of defense in the Zone, CanMexico in the vicinity of Colon and Pacific Islands in the vicinity of Balboa.
      3. All current residents of this zone will maintain their present nationality status
      4. Both the Divine Monarchy of CanMexico and Federation of Pacific Islands guarantee the free flow of trade and international movement through the Panama Canal, and are jointly responsible for the defense of the Canal.
      5. All tolls through the Canal are to be reinvested in the Canal for maintenance, modernization, and expansion rather than flowing to any state.
    5. Regarding the Quito Elevator
      1. All parties adjacent to the orbital elevator running from Quito, Jaburo to the Applegate Orbital Station legally outlaw the transit of military goods and armed combatants in warfare along the Elevator, barring forces dedicated to the security and safety of the Elevator itself
      2. All parties otherwise commit to the free and unrestricted flow of trade along the Elevator
      3. A 50 km radius around the Elevator will be designated a demilitarized zone. No soldiers, military formations, military vehicles, mobile suits, or any weaponry not commonly and internationally agreed upon as useful for personal defense of an individual will be permitted in this zone for any reason
        1. All terms of this demilitarized zone also apply to all airspace directly above it, up to the limit of Earth's atmosphere.
        2. Enforcement of this Demilitarized Zone will be the responsibility of a neutral observer nation, the Yammacin Freeholds, who will be recognized to have the authority to impose economic sanctions and military intervention as they see fit against any nation that violates the terms of this demilitarized zone.
      4. This territory will otherwise remain the sovereign territory of the Principality of Jaburo, while the Elevator itself is recognized as the sovereign territory of the Applegate orbital.
      5. This section may be freely renegotiated by the Government of Jaburo and the Applegate Orbital at a future date.
    6. Principle of Non-Aggression
      1. All Combatants agree to a principle of non-aggression and to seek diplomatic arbitration of any conflicts which may arise in the future before resorting to military action against each other. Any unilateral declaration of war by a signatory of this treaty against another in the future will be considered a violation of this treaty.
      2. This article does not apply to Combatants exempted from Ceasefire until hostilities cease between them but will be considered binding at that point.
    7. Prisoners of war and displaced persons
      1. All prisoners of war taken by all combatants will be immediately repatriated to their respective homelands
      2. All civilians displaced by the war will be granted freedom of movement and opportunity to return to their previous place of residence. This includes civilians displaced by states for reasons of personal safety.
      3. This article does not apply to Combatants exempted from Ceasefire until hostilities cease between them but will be considered binding at that point.
    8. Conflicts with Third Parties
      1. Combatants agree to offer an immediate ceasefire with the Astarti and enter into negotiations to achieve peaceful relations therewith.
    [X] Prince Javier, Prime Minister of State for the Divine Monarchy of CanMexico
    [] Margraviate of Jaburo @BiopunkOtrera
    [] Principality of Bolivia @BiopunkOtrera
    [] Cult of Apollo-Mithras (Order of Leo) @Fancy Face
    [] Greater Siberian Empire @DanBaque

    [] Federation of Pacific Islands @Etranger
    [] Free Republic of Egypt @AMTurtle
    [] Amazon Territories @Simpli
    [] Chile @BiopunkOtrera
    [] People's Republic of Algeria @Princess_Hex
    [] The Seraphim @Exhack
    [] Applegate Orbital @Eater

    [] Yammacin Freeholds (as guarantor of the Demilitarized Zone in Quito) @Nanolyte
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    BROWN-HAIRED BERET: It would be to the Moralian Sphere's great pleasure to open up a recruitment and hiring center in Bazaar-1. War is the greatest racket of all and there's room for everyone!

    [X] Ekatrina Elmeth, Second in Command of The Golden Nocturne; Public Relations Officer of the Golden Fantasia All-Moralian Military Organization and Sitting Captain in the Great Court of Captains

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    GREEN-HAIRED GENTLELADY: With potential deployment of Moralian assets Earthside, it has been deemed that proper coordination in the matters of wartime injuries, casualties and other such ghastly topics be established. Let's get along, shall we darlings?

    [X] Cecillia Copperfield, Captain of the Mercenary Corp Copperfield Co; Sitting Captain in the Great Court of Captains


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    Proclamation of the Aryabhata Special Economic Zone

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    BLACK-HAIRED BOY?: Upon my authority as a Sitting Captain in the Great Court of Captains, the primary decision making and offer accepting body of the Golden Fantasia, the Moralian Spheres states its interest to invest and establish a civilian recruitment and hiring center in the SEZ. Further potential investment can be discussed behind closed doors.

    [X] Aaron Arasaki, Captain of the Mercenary Corp Platinum Pain; Sitting Captain in the Great Court of Captains


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    ECOTA
    Earth-Cislunar Orbital Trade Area

    In the interest of promoting mutually beneficial trade, the undersigned agree to come together in a mutual economic agreement; the Earth-Cislunar Orbital Trade Area. (Henceforth: ECOTA)
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    SILVER-HAIRED SCARF KLAUDIA KESSELRING: It is of the Moralian Sphere's opinion that for any Pan-Space Initiative to be both truly comprehensive and complete, a representative of Side 3 be included. We humbly request the bodies acceptance of our entry into the organization.

    Silence said:
    First and foremost is the United Launch Alliance project, nations willing to work with us, will in return for resources and manpower be given assistance in constructing the infrastructure needed for their own space programs, with secondary goals of upgrading other defense related structures.

    Second is the World Health Organization, we intend to recreate the ancient Federal organ which had helped eliminate disease in the past. We of course are cognizant of the fact of the Seraphim's own help in this matter.

    We also offer our services to warring Earthian powers as neutral arbitrator.

    -Director Kazou Sakura
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    KLAUDIA KESSELRING: Despite Moralia's status as a Spacian Power, Sovereign Nemo wishes to make their support for both Cradle Initiatives clear. We also wish to state to any Earthian nations that the Golden Fantasia also offers training and advisors for anyone interested in the establishment of their own Space Fleet. It takes generations to build a naval tradition after all, why not start now?

    Silence said:
    Re: Trade Opportunities:
    The Cradle's Office of Economic Studies has notice that the current modern world is lacking a luxury item that had started gaining popularity in the old Federation before its destruction. Due to a shipping a mix, up at one of facilities we have more than enough units to sell and as well the production capacity to make more as demand requires. Using property black box technology of the old Federation, we are proud to offer Gunpla Build and Fighting System (GBFS), using a combination of holographic, neural reading and microbots, this system can use model figures modeled after existing and theoretical mobile suits to create a simulated "dumb downed" cockpit display where players can entertain themselves by fighting each other in simulated environment where nobody gets hurt. The Cradle will trade raw resources for these systems.

    -Vice Director of Exterior Operations Morgan Brimsford.
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    RED-HAIRED JACKET SHARON SCHWARZER: Yeah, we'd like to buy a couple of units, if you're sellin' to Spacians. Kicking Klaudia's ass virtually is just as good as doing it physically!

    Silence said:
    The Earth Cradle Foundation invites all the leaders of Earth and Space to the Mount Erebus Cradle on an important meeting on November 12. For too long mankind has amnesia about the Cataclysm. We will open up our classified archive of that period to rectify it and let the humanity start the process of healing and forgiving.

    -Director Kazou
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    EKATRINA ELMETH: Commander Nemo will be attending in person with me as their plus one. Looks like me and Commander Nemo are going to watch the movies! It'll be great to watch the end of the world, without it y'know,actually ending.
     
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    Silence said:
    The Earth Cradle Foundation invites all the leaders of Earth and Space to the Mount Erebus Cradle on an important meeting on November 12. For too long mankind has amnesia about the Cataclysm. We will open up our classified archive of that period to rectify it and let the humanity start the process of healing and forgiving.

    -Director Kazou
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    The Amazon Territories will be more than happy to enlarge the already present historical research team and the presence of their senior-professor in the ministry council to listen to the declassification of the Cradle Archive.

    Signed:
    Senior-Professor Henry Pflaume, Minister of International Relationships
     

    Inglessa Times-Gazette


    Special Edition, October 1001

    Peace Declared in South America, War Continues in Siberia Funeral for the Vanishing Princess; HDM Speaks A Return to Normalcy? Ancient Tales Retold with New Technology!
    • MACAPA -- After eight months of war and nearly that length of time in diplomatic negotiation, diplomats from more than nine countries, the Cult of Apollo Mithras, a militant trade union, and the Seraphim came together in a small town on the Jaburo/Amazon border to sign a treaty that would finally end the Amazonian Conflict.

      The terms of the treaty included an immediate armistice and assignment of blame for the war to the government of Margrave-Princess Evangelista Qasvah Jaburo, after the flamboyant exposure of a conspiracy to begin the war involving many of her administration's highest-ranking officers. Princess Eva herself is missing, presumed dead, after contact was lost with her shortly before her planned marriage to Prince Ion of ZOLON. The resultant unrest in Jaburo and diplomatic reassessment of the situation proved to be the missing piece that made possible the historic treaty that additionally sees the vital Panama Canal Zone declared an international zone partly administered by the Divine Monarchy, and the restoration of a simpler form of the much-contested Quito Agreement that will allow Spacian goods, rather than soldiers, the freedom to flow into the Americas.

      The greater war between the Holy League and the Oceans, Seas, and Rivers Alliance (OSRA) will continue, albeit in geographically-diminished form. The Caspian Sea Republic's demands for 'land or disarmament' as compensation over the "Grave of Bears" incident in the Russian Fallow Zone could not be satisfied at the peace conference, and so they remain nominally at war with the Holy League, in much the same way that Siberia remains nominally at war with all the members of OSRA. Speaking on condition of anonymity, a Royal Army officer expressed surprise at the continued international desire for "a land war in Asia", but the overall mood in Macapá was one of relieved reconciliation as peace and order return to the embattled lands of northern South America.
    • JABURO -- The rainy season in Guyana made for an appropriately somber occasion at the state funeral of Margrave-Princess Evangelista Qasvah Jaburo, former ruler of the South American monarchy of the same name and alleged conspirator behind a plot to plunge the continent into the war that was so recently concluded. Attended by many heads of state that had originally come to Jaburo for her wedding, many more of the VIPs in attendance were cybernetically enhanced Spacians from ZOLON, including her bereaved betrothed, Prince Ion of the selfsame nation. Security was also heavy, given the unrest in the nation after Eva's disappearance and accusations of perfidy, but the ceremony proceeded uninterrupted, with many of Jaburo's most important military and governmental figures taking part to pay their respects to the controversial monarch and express their loyalty to her successor, the new Margrave-Princess Angelica. Among the foreign attendees was the very personage of His Divine Majesty King James, who had the opportunity to give one of the departed Princess's eulogies.

      "Evangelista Qasvah Jaburo came to the throne in the shadows of rebellion, came to international prominence in the shadows of a conspiracy, and finally left this mortal coil through the shadows of assassination and information warfare. We are not here to discuss or dispute allegations. We are here to remember a woman who burnt as brightly as the sun even as she was pursued by darkness, and someone who was, no matter the actions she took near the end of her life, the ruler of one of the finest nations on Earth. The people of Jaburo have endured much hardship in the last decades, and the people and Crown of CanMexico pledge to remain your stalwart defenders even as the crown passes to the new ruler, Princess Angelica.

      "But just because the past is difficult or questionable does not mean we can ignore it or set it aside - Evangelista Qasvah Jaburo ruled this land for eight years. The last eight months alone prove the complexity of her legacy. Undoubtedly, some will hold her responsible for regrettable state of war that persisted until her death - a possibility we are forced to acknowledge, despite our own long friendship. Undoubtedly, also, patriots will see her passion in fighting for her nation personally, both this year and during the past period of revolution, as an example to aspire to, even if we will never know if she was driven to those ends by a conspiracy of corrupt officers, or her own mania. No matter the case, we encourage you to stand strong in the knowledge that your homeland will endure once more, and into the future, and that the lasting peace we have created will shelter you and Princess Angelica, and Order will return to this land."
    • EDMONTON -- With the war over, at least in the Americas, one might expect the return to the peaceful status quo that the Divine Monarchy of CanMexico has existed in for, if not time immemorial, then at least most of the last fifty years. Looking around Edmonton, however, the fallacy in this notion quickly becomes apparent. With troops still mobilized, young women walk to work carrying toolboxes and wearing hardhats. Their destination, a manufacturing plant building parts that will one day become our nation's first factory-produced mobile suits, as we catch up to the enormous arms race that the world has undergone since first contact with Spacians. Their conversation? Whether one of the women dares to go enlist - she wants to pilot a K-type and duel a dastardly revolutionnaire from Algeria on the far-off steppe. Tactical wisdom of the idea aside, this situation that would have seemed fantastical only a year ago is now within reach of the young dreamer as attitudes shift with necessity and the unstoppable force of war mobilization meeting the immovable object of a peace treaty that must channel the nation's productivity in new directions.

      Technology, too, grows by leaps and bounds even outside of warfare and its industry. The young working women walk past a store selling televisual radios, where they can not only hear but see the news of the day broadcast, speaking of the wonders made in factories in an asteroid hundreds of thousands kilometers distant, or delicacies imported from the Moon. These young women need not fear disease or even discomfort in the same way that even their older sisters did a year ago, even as conflict and controversy over Spacian vaccines grips the hearts of major cities.

      It has been less than a year since the world changed forever, and even in CanMexico, the very Stone and Sun of conservative values, tradition, and memory, times have changed overnight. With the war not even truly over, and with Spacian neighbors permanently on nearby shores, what other wonders and terrors have we yet to see?
    • Theatergoers have long enjoyed the fantastical realm of Animation - drawings lovingly penned and brought to life on the big screen through the process of sequential viewing. The latest offering from Jaburan director Mateo Torres, however, will not be confined solely to public theaters. Using the new patented Vancouver Electronics televisual radio, the animated adventures of legendary heroes can be brought right to your parlor. Blade of Artoria is a serial animated production that will be distributed to networks nationwide, retelling the tale of the ancient Britannian queen and her Sun-blessed sword as she fights to protect Stonehenge from the corruptive forces of the evil Morgan le Fay, a familiar tale retold with modern technology and panache. For those who haven't yet invested in the British Columbian tech industry's latest entertainment spectacle, the serial will also be releasing in select cinemas, but for the first time, an animated serial will be directly designed for a smaller screen and the comfort of home viewing.
     
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    MORALIAN BROADCAST TO ALL EARTHIANS

    The broadcast opens on two uniformed women, different from last time, both sitting on the same news anchors table facing the camera. One is a woman with long green hair and an air of sophistication to her. The other is a shorter brown haired soldier, wearing a beret above their rather long pony, a kindly yet playful look on her face.

    BROWN-HAIRED BERET: Greetings! We are representatives of the Moralian Mercenary Association more commonly known as the Golden Fantasia. I am Public Relations Officer Ekatrina Elmeth, Vice Captain of the Golden Nocturne Jaeger Corps.

    GREEN-HAIRED GENTLELADY: And I, darlings, am Lady Cecillia Copperfield; Captain of the Copperfield Co. Jaeger Corps. It has truly been heartening to see the interest of the Earthian States in our lovely organization. But today we are here to either dash some hopes, cause some sighs of relief or perhaps even light some fires.

    EKATRINA: Right you are, Cece. We'll be announcing the current status of all outstanding offers for our services. So that interested parties might bid or counterbid all in the name of their interests.

    CECILLIA: But enough dilly-dally, let's see those contracts.

    CLIENT: Client 1
    DESTINATION: ???
    TASK: Military
    Offer: [Fallow Zone] Tech (Low), Cash Payment (Low) and [Ruins Lots] Salvaging Rights for 4 Quarters (High)
    For: Tin Soldiers, Iron Flower and Golden Nocture
    Force Deployment:
    • The Adrestia
    • 4 Type E-Mod 2's
    • 10 Type 2's
    • 20 EK Types
    • 20 Battlegroups
    • The Battleship Virgillia
    • 2 Cruisers and 8 Frigates
    Acceptance Chance: High
    Conflicting Offers with: OFFER 2 AND OFFER 3

    CLIENT: Client 2
    DESTINATION: ???
    TASK: Military
    Offer: Cash Payment (Low), 5-10 Unique Limited Production MS (Medium) and [Fallow Zone] Salvaging Rights (High)
    For: Iron Flower, Platinum Pain and Golden Nocturne
    Force Deployment:
    • The Adrestia
    • 8 Type E-Mod 2's
    • 40 EK Types
    • The Battleship Virgillia
    • 3 Cruisers and 12 Frigates
    Acceptance Chance: High
    Conflicting Offers with: OFFER 1 AND OFFER 3

    CLIENT: Client 3
    DESTINATION: ???
    Task: Escort
    Offer: Cash Payment (Low) and [Fallow Zone] Salvaging Rights for 1 Quarter (Medium)
    For: Iron Flower and Silver Will
    Force Deployment:
    • 4 Type E-Mod 2's
    • 20 EK Types
    • 5 Type 2's
    • 10 Battlegroups
    • 1 Cruiser and 4 Frigates
    Acceptance Chance: Low
    Conflicting Offers with: OFFER 1. OFFER 2 AND OFFER 5

    CLIENT: Client 4
    DESTINATION: ???
    Task: Military
    Offer: 10 Unique Limited Production MS (Medium)
    For: Bronze Bitches
    Force Deployment:
    • 4 Type E-Mod 2's
    • 20 EK Types
    • 1 Cruiser and 4 Frigates
    Acceptance Chance: High
    Conflicting Offers with: None

    CLIENT: Client 5
    DESTINATION: ???
    Task: Military
    Offer: Mass Production MS Technology and Limited Production MS Technology (Medium)
    For: Silver Will
    Force Deployment:
    • 4 Type E-Mod 2's
    • 20 EK Types
    • 1 Cruiser and 4 Frigates
    Acceptance Chance: High
    Conflicting Offers with: OFFER 3

    CLIENT: Client 6
    DESTINATION: ???
    Task: Training and Reserve
    Offer: 50 Unique High-End Mass Production MS (Medium x2)
    For: Copperfield Co.
    Due to Overpayment, Contract will last for 4 Quarters
    Force Deployment:
    • 4 Type E-Mod 2's
    • 20 EK Types
    • 1 Cruiser and 4 Frigates
    Acceptance Chance: Very High
    Conflicting Offers with: None

    CECILLIA: Looks like Commander Nemo is popular. And look at little Irene's Ritter Corps having so many friends.

    EKATRINA: Of course the Commander would be popular! And the way they pilot the Adrestia is out of this world!

    CECILLIA: With all current offers laid out in such a manner, we hope interested parties are able to arrange agreements to everyone's satisfaction.

    EKATRINA: And we seek to satisfy! That's a Moralian Guarantee!

    BROADCAST END

    Contracts will be finalized in 7 Days (Sept. 14) to allow Clients to adjust for Moralian presence in their military plans. All Offers will be publicized in 15 Days (Sept. 22) for the sake of transparency.
     

    SANAMITA - The Southwest Asia, North Africa, Madagascar and India Transport Association

    SANAMITA is a cooperative organization created to promote, build and maintain advanced transport civil infrastructure among its signatory states with the aim of creating a continuous high speed rail transport network from the Eastern Atlantic to the Eastern Indian Ocean.

    As well as being an acronym, the name of the organization can be said to contain the word particles of the Latin sana (healthy) and the Portuguese mita (excel) or Japanese mita (to see).

    The organization will be structured as follows:
    1. All signatory states in the intended Morocco-India inter-oceanic transport corridor (henceforth called the SANAMITA Corridor) will become members of a steering committee which will govern the organization.
      1. The steering committee will establish a specific set of standards for the purposes of interoperability on the transit lines, including but not limited to: rail gauges, seat shapes and sizes, minimum and maximum rolling stock specifications, safety training and measures on craft and facilities, lingua franca for creating signage, signals, etc. For the purposes of this document these are called the SANAMITA Standard.
      2. Each SANAMITA member will create their own high speed rail organization as best suits their national interests: state-owned, public-private partnership, worker ownership, etc. The new rail carriers in the SANAMITA Corridor will have broad latitude to operate as they like, provided they comply with interoperability standards as well as scheduling.
      3. Each member will create security forces to maintain safe and orderly conditions aboard SANAMITA craft and facilities as best suits their national interests. These forces will be under their control with SANAMITA offering primarily oversight and guidance.
    2. The following projects will be the immediate remit of SANAMITA:
      1. All maglev ultra high-speed rail (MUSR) projects within the SANAMITA Corridor.
      2. Conventional high-speed rail (HSR) projects connected to SANAMITA Corridor terminals, as well as HSR lines within Madagascar.
      3. The ferry line from Sana'a to Socotra and Antsiranana in Northern Madagascar as well as other connections in the Red Sea, Persian Gulf and Arabian Sea.
    3. The following projects will be put into pre-planning viability assessments:
      1. An overseas connection from Bengal, though Peninsular and Maritime Southeast Asia to reach Singapore.
      2. An overseas connection from Sana'a to Socotra.
      3. Bridge or sea tunnel connections from Socotra to Antsiranana.
    4. The following special memberships will be created:
      1. Despite not being located on the SANAMITA corridor, Madagascar will join as a voting seat on the steering committee in recognition of its particular economic, industrial needs and geostrategic needs.
      2. The Federation of the Pacific Isles will have a non-voting seat for the following reasons:
        1. The SANAMITA Corridor will serve to greatly shorten the time for North African materials to reach the Singapore Elevator.
        2. The Kingdom of Madagascar has contracted the Federation to build the ferries for the Sana'a-Antsiranana line.
        3. As technology improves and it becomes possible to connect the corridor through Oceania, the Federation will be provided a clause to allow it entry to the organization.
      3. The Seraphim will have an advisory role in the project due to their technical and financial support, receiving a non-voting seat.
      4. Applegate will be invited to have a similar advisory role as a state with significant experience in maintaining large maglev infrastructure.
    5. The member states will adopt the SANAMITA Standard for high speed rail applications and agree to cooperate in the development of superior transport infrastructure along the corridor.
    6. The member states agree to fund SANAMITA jointly to ensure best-functioning of the program and its associated projects.
    [x] Caspian Sea Republic Representative @SirLagginton
    [x] Algerian Socialist Republic Representative @Princess_Hex
    [ ] Free Republic of Egypt @AMTurtle
    [x] India Councilist Republics Representative @kosi
    [x] Secretary of State Andrianary Raharimanana (Kingdom of Madagascar)
    [ ] Federation of the Pacific Islands Representative @Etranger
    [x] Scarlet Blanche, Special Envoy of the Earth Development Commission
    [x] Applegate Orbital Platform Representative @Eater
    [x] Republic of Myanmar @BiopunkOtrera
     
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    We welcome the construction of this rail line as a chance to connect our nations who share bonds of history, geography, and ideoloy. That we can reach out as far as Madagascar and Bengal proves only that distance is no barrier to the sisterly love we share between all peoples.

    [X] Haysu Salih, Secretary of Transportation of the Algerian Socialist Republic
     
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    Movement is not just a right but an inherent expression of human freedom—a testament to our unyielding spirit. The chains that bind us to borders, to imposed limitations, are the very shackles we strive to break in our journey towards a better future. To move freely is to embrace our potential, to dissolve boundaries that keep us apart, and to open the gates to unity, progress, and prosperity.

    This endeavor, this monumental shift toward an unbound tomorrow, is more than just infrastructure—it is a commitment to creating a better world, where people traverse freely, ideas flow unhindered, and connections strengthen the fabric of humanity.

    It is with the greatest honor and responsibility that we will take part and lend our hand to this mauvelous endeavour. With every rail laid, every route established, we bring our people one step closer to a shared destiny of freedom and opportunity.

    Signed with resolve and conviction,

    [X] Sarthak Lall
    Representative of the Transportation Council
     
    DAHIRITER
    A Trans-mediterreanean transport partnership    ​
    Dahiriter is a public-private enterprise with Hispania as it's initial stakeholder opening investments to partners in the Moroccan region , to extend , modernise , and build new railway links from the Constituant Princeship of Tangiers to any city wishing to be linked to the new network.

    Taking inspiration from the historical chronicles of the region , Dahiriter take it's name from Dahir , the decrees of the legendary Kings said to have ruled the region in the Middle-Ages , Muzdahir , prosperous in arabic , and Iter travel in Latin , figures from History thus decreeing prosperous travels for all.

    With respect to the independence of the city-states of Morocco and the aim of increased economic output for the entire region , we will additionally propose interoperability and standardisation of gauge and safety measures between Hispania and the city-states of Morocco.

    To ensure orderly operation of the lines and the safety of the passengers , we propose a joint-police force dedicated to rail security in Morocco between Hispania and the city-states of Morocco , with the initial funding and equipment provided by Hispania and continued operation financed proportionally to each nation budget.

    What will be our first steps ?
    Beyond the general modernisation , refurbishment and interoperability of rail lines work , and though final decisions will depend on mutual accords between partners of Dahiriter and local authorities , we present to potential investors and all inhabitants of Morocco our two initial projects :

    1) the Atlantic line , aim to run through the shores of the Ocean linking Tangiers , Rabat , Casablanca , and Agadir , as a line equipped with the most modern and efficient technology available

    2) the Atlas line will seek to connect the connect the cities of the interior with the economic nodes of the Atlantic and Europe , with notable stop in Fes , Meknes , Oued Zem and Marrakech among others , connecting with the Atlantic line

    We await eagerly your response , investors !
    [X] Directorate of Hispania
    [ ] Moroccan city-states representatives @BiopunkOtrera
     
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