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Post by Fleischmann on Jan 2, 2022 15:32:18 GMT
A Case For War It was a cold foggy morning as the people of Blairhaim made their way through the streets to their jobs and other engagements. A few huddled near open public house doors, enjoying the warmth radiating from within and hearing the latest news or gossip. Others less fortunate passed pipes around amongst themselves, waiting for a tram or other form of public transportation to pick them up, whilst engaging in the usual conversation. It was in this early morning environment that a few rather pointed arguments started up, the cause of which was universal. As it so happened, there had been a rather shocking breach of protocol the day before, as the Raikhsgamotjing had been forced to enter recess due to arguments between different factions becoming too heated. With records apparently saying that a duel had been fought as well. This alone would likely have just been worth an odd shake of the head and some quips at the expense of the body, but what really made it shocking, was he apparent reason for all of that. During the usual proceedings, members of both the Raikhsharjis and Flutt had stood up and requested that a politician be allowed to speak. This show of unity was very irregular, but the reason behind it was even more interesting. Talk in the Raikhsgamotjing had been focused on the apparent lack of gains that the Raikh had experienced in the last war, with several being so bold as to suggest that we had in fact lost. The man that was being supported to speak had been one of the few there consistently trying to lessen the feeling of failure that had gripped the government. Once he was given the floor, it led to him speaking with such fire and zeal that many were cowed by him. Reports indicating that any who tried to jeer him had been quickly quietened by their fellows until after the speech had concluded. This all very much interested the more educated and even some of the less educated amongst the morning crowds, which led to people trying to find out what exactly had been said. Sadly for them, no one seemed to know... That is, until pensioners with pamphlets started showing up and shouting 'Read the speech here!' and handing out copies.
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Post by Fleischmann on Jan 27, 2022 19:11:52 GMT
Voyage to Distant Lands
Far to the west, a ship filled with veterans of the Great War came in sight of a new land. Its coast was green with lush vegetation, its beaches nice and free of rocks... As the ship came closer, it found that there was a small village nearby and immediately lowered boats in order to investigate and make contact with the locals. As the men rowed and motored their way ashore, they found that many of the trees near the village were fragrant and filled with fruit. The people there were short, meek things, with flat faces and eyes and hair black like coal. As these flat faced tribesmen approached the crew, they spoke in a tongue which sounded like mumbling and in clothes that were all together too light. Some of the landing party presented the barbarians with an image of the Hauhkuno and some jewellery, which made the tribesmen recoil. While most were the same in race, some were different. After wandering the village a bit, the men came across a camp nearby of traders in what appeared to be temporary shelters. They wore heavier clothing, had decidedly more civilised faces with hairs sprouting from their cheeks and lips, and their women had blackened lips. These people spoke a different language and offered the men pelts when presented with jewellery. A good trade was made there, with them accepting ten ounces' worth of silvery necklaces and broaches for fifty hides of local bears, wolves, and deer. Some meat was bartered for some polished stones of a pleasing blue colour, with them being unwilling to trade for their carved green stones. Ultimately, the men gave them some of their hats and coats as well in an exchange of clothing and the more civilised barbarians bowed when presented a portrait of the Hauhkuno. Upon returning to the main part of the village, a group of elderly flat-faced locals arrived. With them, they had some younger women acting as attendants and bringing cushions of a cheap quality and tables. When the men sat and brought out gifts, this time of a lesser value, they were met with bottles of a clear and sweet smelling alcohol. This trade was good, for the locals then brought out foods. While at first thinking it an insult, the men were presented with uncooked fish. Their response was apparently strong enough to be noted by the locals, for they quickly made noises to calm the men and took to eating some of the raw fish. They did so using two long sticks of a smooth surface and manipulating them with their fingers. While the flat-faced people did seem to know how to use fire, as some of the food items were obviously cooked, it seemed apparent that they had not yet discovered how to cook their meats. This, despite their outward appearance of semi-technological advancement compared to that other tribe, marked them as being obviously younger and less culturally advanced. Iron working was present amongst their number, but their homes were made almost entirely from wood and paper, showing that they had little in the way of organisation with which to acquire stone for their houses. The crew spent a night with the locals before returning to their ship. They then voyaged north to colder climes.
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Post by Fleischmann on Feb 4, 2022 4:56:41 GMT
Arrival in Paradise As the Raikh's expedition to the more civilised south had proven, these islands were rich! What great luck that the northern island in the archipelago was not part of the that nation of Ryukyu. From what the reports had said, it seemed that Ryukyu was in fact ruled by yet another tribe. This people was from some islands far from the larger ones, with darker skin and a language very dissimilar to the light skinned flat faced ones and also very dissimilar to the bearded men. This made the situation quite a bit easier, as it seemed unlikely that they would be too put off by the Raikh expanding into the island which had been referred to as 'Ezo' by some of the locals. It was on this basis that a second expedition to this northern island was now being mounted, this time with less peaceful intentions. As valuable trade could be had with the lands to the south, it behoved the Flutt to secure trade routes across the great empty ocean and set up outposts and colonies near to their new trade partners. As such, the Great Western Fleet had been established to patrol it. In its number were many modern ships, built as a response to the Great War. None of them had seen service in that war, but they were ready for the next one. Faster, stronger, and based off of the lessons of the previous war, the fleet had two dreadnoughts, a battlecruiser, sixteen cruisers, and eight destroyers. More than a match for any upstart barbarian empires that they might come across and strong enough to hold back and destroy any that dared threaten the colonies. As the fleet came in sight of the island, it sailed south along the coast it until they came to a larger town. The place had little in the way of proper port infrastructure, but it was more built up than the villages they had seen elsewhere along the way. Confident that this town would do, the admiral of the fleet ordered that the cannons be fire using blanks to make clear their arrival and a single landing craft was lowered to demand the surrender of the town. Its message was simple: be welcomed into the Raikh or fall beneath the fire and shells of the Hauhkunoleiksflutt. After an hour of attempting to communicate with the locals using the words learnt from the southern tribe, they were able to properly convey the demand and the local wisemen surrendered, wisely not wishing to see their town levelled by the outlanders. Upon receiving this news, the fleet began lowering more landing craft and soon an army of twenty-two thousand men began disembarking and clearing out buildings to use as barracks and a headquarters for the invasion. Many of the locals came out and watched in awe as the first automobiles and trucks were carefully brought ashore, roaring to life once safely on dry land. To the disgust and dismay of the men, all of the buildings they came to seemed to be made of wood. This, would for very obvious reasons, not do. After a three days, they had found a suitable location from which to acquire clay and aggregate. Building up some furnaces took a few more days and after three weeks, they had begun producing enough bricks that they would be able to start building new more suitable buildings for themselves. Rather than tearing down the existing ones, the army moved further out from the town and began clearing an area of forest. While a new barracks and headquarters would be the first things to be built, the plans ultimately called for a proper star fort. It would come in time.
The Conquest of Paradise While the initial invasion was uncontested and a general success, the commanders were not exactly happy from what they had found out so far from people they had kidnapped from surrounding villages and from those of the town they were in. The information that they had gotten was consistent between the different prisoners and they had not been allowed time to communicate with each other, so it was assumed to be true. The many villages around the island were more or less independent of each other. They did have allegiances, but there was not a single overarching monarch that could be captured and forced to swear fealty. This had caused a fair bit of consternation. The men would have to go from one small village to another, subjugating them as they were found and bringing them to the lands that were being reorganised into new fiefs. The towns would be fair bit simpler, as the more settled populations were naturally more inclined to not see their homes destroyed by artillery, by and large. Still, it was under this new realisation that the conquest of the island began. The army which had been assembled with the assumption of having to fight a similarly organised force was quickly broken up into companies and then platoons. They would each be responsible for their own glories, defeats, and victories. If they won land, they would be able to keep the people on said land. 'We've been marching for days... We can't even use our trucks this far in, they've no roads wide enough and too many trees!' A man wearing darkened fatigues and an officer's cap said. 'At least there's game and water everywhere... We had to drink blood from camels back in Tanysira. The desert was unforgiving and we were constantly harangued by desert nomads.' Another man wearing darkened fatigues and a helmet replied back. 'True, true... Still, how backwards do these people need to be? We're going to have to build a whole new country from the foundations up here, there's not even permanent structures this far in... Why can't they just live in one place, like those fish-eating barbarians?' 'They probably eat fish too, but the most likely reason is that they do not have the numbers to. I am willing to bet that the flat-faces are new to these lands and the bearde ones're trying to avoid them. Haven't you noticed most of them live far away from the flat-faced settlements?' The officer thought a bit as they continued their stroll through the forest. 'Hmm... Probably... You're almost certainly right! Still, we'll need to resettle them all closer to the coast soon. We're going to need more peasants than what we've gotten, so the bearded ones're going to need to come with us and...' The officer stopped talking and unslung his sub-machine gun, raising his fist and bringing his men to a stop. 'Do you smell that? Smoke... And... Meat!' The rest of the men started sniffing the air and began to notice it too. 'We must be near a village, quiet down!' With that order given, the platoon prepared for a fight and readied their weapons. Following the smell of smoke and meat, they came to quietly stalked through the forest towards the source and came into sight of some temporary wooden huts. Watching from the brush and shadows, they could see bearded men fishing in a river and women smoking meats and tanning hides. 'All right, you lead a section around. I'll keep two here. When you're ready, come out into the open and start shooting at the village... We want to scare them, not kill them, so just shoot at the ground and air. Make lots of noise too, so they'll run this way... We'll catch their women and children here if they run and you can subdue the men folk.' With a quick nod, the N.C.O. led his men on their mission and the officer had his fan out so that they would be ready. After thirty minutes or so, gun shots and war cries could be heard from the other side of the village and like clock work, the women and children started running towards their waiting captors. As soon as they entered the trees and brush, they were set upon by the armed men and the platoon sprung out and caught them, beating those that tried to resist and simply herding the rest into a nice and easy knot so they could be kept under control. With that out of the way, the Stadhaldja led his section into the village proper to help outflank the defenders who they could hear were still trying to fight the men sent to flush the villagers out. Upon coming behind the villagers, a cry went up and the men rushed in with bayonets fixed. A cry of 'Cease fire!' was heard as the flushers saw their comrades now engaging and it was quickly followed by a cry of 'Up men, up! Beat them down!' After all of fifteen minutes, the village was captured and its inhabitants were all nicely rounded up. Eight local men died in the fighting, seventeen were wounded. Eleven of the Kregjen were likewise injured, but only three seriously so. Most of the injuries were cuts, scrapes, and broken bones, but the three worst off had been shot with barbed arrows. These saw-like arrows were difficult to extract and had to be pushed all the way through to safely remove without a chirugeon on hand. In total, the platoon had captured some three-hundred and sixty new peasants. 'A good hunt! We'll be ready to settle down here after one or two more like this.' Said the Stadhaldja, his eyes aflame with visions of wealth and land. 'Surely so, my friend... I just wish I had not tried to parry that club with my arm.' His friend and second in command replied, cradling his rather badly broken arm for effect. 'Shame they don't have any horses here... Ah, but it'll only be a few days before we make it back to an outpost. Once that arm is splinted and set, it'll be no time at all before we get you back home.' With that said, the two enjoyed an after battle cup of broth and chatted about what they would do once they were granted their own lands here.
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Post by Fleischmann on Feb 6, 2022 14:49:24 GMT
A Land Without Flowers
The navy had realised that the distances between the latest acquisition and the Raikh itself were too far for comfort. Besides the issue of fuel, which while relatively minor, was still present, they had to consider just how vast the ocean truly was. The world which they had come from was a comfortable one, one which was made of minor distances between shores and an unspoken promise that if you simply went adrift, you would find your way to some distant land and be able to once more set foot on land. This promise had been proven a lie now. It was one thing to academically know that overwhelming majority of the world was in fact covered in water, but to see and feel it was another. The closest experience to this that many of the men had been blessed with was the distances to New Respite, but that did not truly compare. The ships that travelled there did so along rather logical routes where one was never more than a couple hundred miles away from land at any point, hugging coasts and then skipping across short stretches of still familiar waters in order to get to the next tranche of coastal waters. The Hriggsaiws was comforting, the southern seas exciting, the Ijsesaiws was forbidding... But the Westmorei, or as it should be known, Lezizmorei... It was an ever crushing and all encompassing pressure made of nothingness. It was due to this most dangerous of places, that many a man became acutely grateful for the modern advances in navigation that he had at his disposal. Despite its infinite nature, there were islands here and again, and its lack of features could be fairly easily conquered with compasses and stars to plot by. Still, the problem remained of fuel and range. Though unlikely to be approached there, the colony in Ezoland and the colonies in the Westajlandin had limited overlap in ranges and could not be relied upon to easily and quickly support each other. At the centre of their overlap was conveniently some islands of sufficient size for military purposes and that were as of yet unclaimed by any civilised nation. These isolated islands were surveyed by scouts, found to be only lightly populated, and deemed ideal for military basing. The main issue though, was how to land on them in any numbers. This issue had been plaguing the military for several years now, as they had experienced time and again the pains of trying to secure a port to make landings in from a hostile force. They knew that any large scale landings, especially now in the age of motorised armies and heavy artillery, would be impossible without cranes, piers, and breakwaters. Yet, it was by the order of cruel fate, that such facilities should be denied to the men of the Raikh in foreign lands when at war. As such, solutions had started to be floated... Temporary harbours, capable of being deployed quickly by smaller craft, could be used to make fast landings in the most hostile or isolated of lands, thus allowing the Raikhsharjis and Hauhkunoleiksflutt to exercise their more exciting virtues with the least amount of necessary delay. While the technology for this was new, it was now being tested by the Hauhkunoleiksflutt. Several small boats trailing bits of what appeared to be floating bridges and loaded down with cables and construction tools beached themselves on the largest island. From there, their crews quickly set about moving the bridge sections into locking positions and then using their cables to secure them and the boats to the island proper. From there, other boats moved about bridge sections and quickly secured them to the existing sections. The fleet's larger ships likewise formed a semi-circle around these constructs and acted as a hopefully effective breakwater. Once these things were done, they were able to bring their transports to the new roadways and offload the first of many construction teams and guard units to protect the developing harbour site. The experiment, while not perfect, had proven its usefulness and would be marked as an idea worth pursuing in future for further development.
Death of Paradise With the local tribes offering little resistance and the Raikhsharjis being uncontested, the true business of integration could now begin. Hundreds of geological survey teams were sent out to map out the islands that made up the now newly dubbed Ezoland colony, with special attention being given to natural resources and good river systems that might help inform future settlement planning. In the existing towns, things started to be organised. Despite the best efforts of the soldiers, the main island was fairly sparsely populated and the others were likewise deserted. This has led to a very obvious and irritating conclusion, they would not have enough peasants here. Rather than despairing, solutions were found. With a total population of 123.668, most of which lived in relatively small towns, there were still enough people present to start up a farming economy. The soldiers that did best would be granted lands first and would be granted serfs to work their lands, either from the villagers they had personally captured during the conquest or from the town populations. Those natives living in towns were to be broken up by profession. Those with desirable skills, such as machinists, silk workers, and artisans, would be allowed to remain and placed in walled off ghettoes. The rest of the population would be sent to the countryside in order to work the new farms of victorious soldiers. This would in turn allow for some much needed rebuilding, as the towns had been deemed wholly unsuitable in their construction. While the locals had a good grasp of city planning, as they had built adequate bathhouses and generally kept their industries in logical locations, their building habits had perplexed the men. The towns lacked proper sewer infrastructure, but worst of all, were susceptible to the rapid spread of fire. Should an earthquake have swept through the towns, it would have taken only a couple of homes catching aflame during such an event for entire towns to be at risk of total destruction. The buildings being so close to each other, that their already flammable natures would all but ensure that the flames danced freely between them. This would not do. Besides the ghettoes, the towns would be torn down and replaced with concrete and brick buildings. The streets would be dug up and pipes laid... And by the end of it all, the islands would be made fully civilised. With some twenty-two thousand men from the Raikhsharjis alone being given land to settle here, it would only be a matter of months before the first colonists arrived in large numbers and true industry could be started here beyond farming and fishing.
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Post by Fleischmann on Feb 9, 2022 19:19:27 GMT
Transcript of Meeting Regarding New Subjects
Location: RaikhsgamotjingDate: 28th AirðamenoðsThe Dräkh af þis Raikh for the Hebiðdräkhskapiz af þis Garda (Hairas Wuslah): I beg to move, That the Bill be now read a Second time.
It has been common ground for many years now that our present nationality law is out of date and needs replacing. After the passage of the Resident Aliens Act of the Thirtieth Year of Vauhoks, the Government of the time began work on the matter. The Government who succeeded us also accepted the case for change. They published a preliminary report on the Raikh's nationality laws in Hauhkunomenoðs of 75↋5.
The present Government's investigative report, published last Krudmenoðs, contained the outline of proposed legislation. The basic principle on which both the previous and the present Government have proceeded is that- I quote from the former Government's preliminary report: there must be a more meaningful citizenship for those who have close links with the Raikh. It is, of course, easy to state the principle but, as Governments of both Hauhküno know very well, it is far more difficult to put it into practice.
Whilst we had hoped to present this more coherent approach, the events since last week, namely the establishment of an official government in Ezoland, have set a new set of challenges for the Government which have required us to bring forward our proposals which were to reach the Raikhsgamotjing in the next session and replace them with ones that suit the strange new land that has joined us. I understand that the Raikhsgamotjing may find aspects of these proposals somewhat contentious, but if they are not adopted we will be creating a new and numerous class of stateless persons and there is no body to protect them, despite their not being Neithingin.
In addition, this bill looks afresh at the situation in those areas which have come to join us which were owned by our former protectorates and where the Raikh is expressing a clear interest in the retention of those lands.
Obviously, we propose no change to the rights of Free Citizens as they exist before this Bill. They will remain Free Citizens. This will also apply to all those who were citizens of the Raikh's overseas possessions, except they now become Free Citizens in full. In addition, we will offer Free Citizenship to all citizens of Protectorate Realms currently residing within the Raikh and its holdings on the night of the 18th of Hauhkunomenoðs. We will also offer this citizenship, subject to the swearing of oaths, to those who were citizens of the Imperium Divinium, the Realm of Moderal, and the Kingdom of West-Thosel-Cransconia. We understand that not all will wish to take this path and we will discuss those in due course. All members of the Hauhkunoleiksflutt who were recruited in foreign ports or who joined without any obligation to from before the Duomish signing of the Treaty of Sheen and citizens of Hweituzdas and the Western Isles will also have Free Citizenship.
Our second status will be that of Dominion Citizenship, this will be offered to all those who were serving in our armed forces at the time or prior to the 18th of Hauhkunomenoðs who were citizens of an allied country of so Hansa af hizos Hriggsaiws that was not a Protectorate Realm, citizens of the member states of the Divinian Offshore Company, the now formed Latin League, the Empire of Duom-Asderaordia, and the Realm of New Respite. This will provide a right of abode, a travel document and a path to full Free Citizenship. It will be inheritable, but only to those who maintain residence within the Raikh or one of its Colonies and under new clause 1, the children of Dominion Citizens who are born in the Raikh and who maintain residence in the Raikh or one of its Colonies will be Free Citizens. Dominion Citizens will be treated in the same way as Free Citizens for work eligibility purposes.
Our third status will be that of Grace Citizenship, this will be offered to all those who were resident prior to the end of the war and who now feel they can no longer return to their country of origin, regardless of nationality or the legality of their stay. Again, this will provide a right of abode, a travel document and a slightly longer path to full Free Citizenship. It will be inheritable, but only to those who maintain residence in the Raikh or one of its Colonies and under new clause 1, the children of Grace Citizens who are born in the Raikh and who maintain residence in the Raikh or one of its Colonies will be Free Citizens.
Our fourth status will be of Overseas Citizenship, which will be given to all of those who are in the colonial territories we have gained and that we have decided to retain. This will have somewhat more of a contentious nature, it will provide the right to visit the Raikh and to study in the Raikh, but not an automatic right to reside or to work here. We expect that this will be revised in due course as the disparities reduce between those less advanced lands and our own.
Our final status will be the Protected Person. For those proud citizens of other countries who do not wish to take oaths of loyalty and also have no other land to call their own, we will extend our protection when travelling abroad and will provide a travel document we hope will be widely accepted. It will allow them to use our consular services and will carry the right to reside in the Raikh as long as residence is maintained. It will be inheritable, but only to those who maintain residence in the Raikh. It will be convertable to the other appropriate citizenship categories.
I appreciate these proposals are contentious, the changes on marriage eligibility and the introduction of a Hundisch language test I'm sure will be throughly debated by the Raikhsgamotjing. I also appreciate that these proposals are contingent on two other bills being passed by Hauhkuno and that amendments to them may enforce amendment to this bill.
The arrangements for transmission suggested in the Bill are a good point from which to discuss a further serious criticism, that the Bill discriminates against women. I cannot see how such a suggestion can seriously be made. The Bill preserves, for a transitional period of two years, the entitlement of non-citizen wives to be registered. Otherwise, the Bill provides for equality of treatment in almost every area. Most important is, however, the right of women as well as men to transmit Free Citizenship. This is to be found in clause 2 and is an important and significant new advance towards sex equality.
The right hon. Member for Gawimanskuunto (Hairas Gulf), who has made this criticism, was, however, apparently referring to the proposals for acquisition of citizenship by spouses. Although he calls these sexually discriminatory, he apparently accepts that husbands and wives are treated equally. They are. I find it impossible to comprehend how it can be said that a provision which treats husbands and wives alike is discriminatory against women.Hairas Jak Gulf (Gawimanskuunto): Since acquisition of citizenship is dependent upon a residence qualification, and since the right hon. Gentleman has gone out of his way to stop women entering this country and therefore beginning their residence qualification, it is by definition discriminatory against them.Hairas Wuslah: I do not accept that I have done that. I remain convinced that a provision which treats husbands and wives equally can not be described as being sexually discriminatory.
The right hon. Gentleman may, of course, be suggesting that women should continue to have an automatic right to citizenship on marriage. But the Bill's proposals are based on one of the options set out in his government preliminary report. The right hon. Gentleman criticised us for invariably choosing the hardest option in that report, so I should make it plain that we did not do that on this topic. Another option canvassed by the prelimary report was that husbands and wives should be treated no differently from other candidates for citizenship. We did not choose that alternative.
I shall now give way to the hon. Member for Awbaugs (Hairas Haarskalks).Hairas Aba Haarskalks: The Dräkh af þis Raikh is making great play of the fact that the Bill contains nothing about civic rights, but it contains a reference to the basic civic right, which is the right of abode. However, it confers no right of abode in any country on the fourth category- Overseas citizenship. That is the basic discrimination in the Bill, irrespective of what the Dräkh af þis Raikh said about clauses 1, 2 and 3.Hairas Wuslah: The hon. Gentleman has made a very broad point. We feel that at this point, making a broad right of abode for those who are in realms we have acquired through recent events is not in the Raikh's interest. In time, we see those differences being eroded and a futher assembly of this most august body changing those citizenships to the full category.Hairas Mannerheim (Widumar): Will my right hon. Friend give way?Hairas Wuslah: Very well; but it is no wonder that we make long speeches, about which people complain afterwards.Hairas Mannerheim: I wish to raise the subject of the Empire of Duom-Asderaordia versus the Federated States of Asderaordia. I understand the need for this bill, in many cases, aliens in the Raikh have no state to go back to or their country may be in the hands of an other power. However, in some cases there are direct translations and Asderaordia is one of them, why should not citizens of directly translated states remain citizens of those states?Hairas Wuslah: Whilst there are comparable borders, as we discussed with bills yesterday, there really is no comparison in civic rights between the two Duoms, or the two Tanysiras. It would be unreasonable, for instance to expect the Tanysara citizens of our portion of the protectorate to be disenfranchised and removed of other rights they enjoyed.
I turn now to the detailed provisions of the Bill. Clause 1 deals with the acquisition of citizenship by birth after commencement. At present anyone born here becomes one of our citizens unless, broadly speaking, his father is a criminal of the highest order. However, it is increasingly the case that children are born while their parents are here temporarily. The present arrangements lead to significant numbers of people acquiring the right of abode here although they have no real ties with this country. Clause 1(1) accordingly provides for a child to be a citizen at birth only if one of his parents is in one of the three main categories of citizen or is settled here. Of course, as the investigtive report acknowledges, some practical problems are inherent in this proposal, but we believe that they can be overcome.
I have already referred to clause 2. It provides generally for children born abroad in the first generation to become citizens by descent if one of their parents is a citizen by birth. Citizenship will not be transmissible as of right beyond the first generation except in carefully prescribed circumstances. A child will be a citizen if one of the parents is a citizen, although not a citizen by birth, and is in military service or service which is designated as being closely associated with the activities overseas of the Raikhsleidandskapiz. An example would be the Raikhs delegation to Sheen or that they had moved to take residence in a Protectorate.
Citizenship can also be transmitted for more than one generation by registration overseas within a year of birth where the mother or father is a citizen and is engaged overseas in employment which has a close connection with the Raikh. This includes firms and companies with overseas branches and international organisations of which the Raikh is a member. This is set out in subsections (2) to (4) and (7) of clause 3.
These provisions recognise that people can remain closely attached to the Raikh while spending long periods of their working lives abroad. I am sure that the Raikhsgamotjing will welcome them. They will replace the present arrangements for consular registration and, unlike these arrangements, will apply to births in Protectorates as well as foreign countries. Hairas Mannerheim: Will the right hon. Gentleman give way now?Hairas Wuslah: Very well.Hairas Mannerheim: I am most grateful. Will the right hon. Gentleman give me an assurance that, under clause 2 (3), the children of missionaries have full entitlement to settle in the Raikh if they wish to do so, and have equal rights with citizens and business occupations abroad?Hairas Wuslah: I think that the sensible answer that I must give the hon. Gentleman is that it would be a very unwise Dräkh who gave an off-the-cuff answer to detailed provisions affecting particular cases. Of course, either my hon. Friend the Hebiðdräkh af þis Garda or I will give the hon. Gentleman a full answer in writing, but for me to give an answer on the Floor of the House in the middle of a general speech would be quite wrong, especially if it were misleading.Hairas Mannerheim: Why should such a trade, which is not in the service of the Hauhkuno, except another and more ancient Hauhkuno, be dismissed as having equal rights to Crown servants, business men and chaps in international organisations? Why should the people serving as servants of the One True and Eternal Hauhkuno not have the assurance that I am asking of the right hon. Gentleman.Hairas Wuslah: I make the same answer.
Clause 4 deals with the acquisition of citizenship by naturalisation. This includes the shorter terms required to turn Dominion Citizenship and Grace Citizenship into full Free Citizenship.
Subsection (2) makes special arrangements, to which I have already referred, for the acquisition of citizenship by the husband or wife of an existing citizen. The arrangements are set out in detail in schedule 1. The main point to note is that a husband or wife of a full Free Citizen can apply for naturalisation only after three years' residence whereas for other persons the requirement will be five years' residence and the class of Citizenship given will be the class of their spouse.
The present arrangements are that a wife, but not a husband, has an entitlement to acquire citizenship immediately on marriage. That would cease. There would, however, be a transitional period, during which wives would be able to apply for citizenship on the same basis as now. They would be entitled to citizenship if they were still married to the man concerned and if he had not in the meantime renounced citizenship.
Schedule 1 also sets out the basic preliminary requirements for naturalisation. These are five years' presence in this country; good character; a knowledge of the language; and a short test of understanding modern-day mores; and an intention to live here or be employed in military service or some other Raikh-based employment. The schedule sets out guidelines as to the precise amount of time a would-be applicant for naturalisation must spend actually in the country. This will enable people to know where they stand.
I recognise, of course, that there are those who argue that the criteria for naturalisation should be more specific- 'objective' is the term often used- and that there should be a right of appeal against refusal. The preliminary report produced by the Former Government and the investigative report, however, contained powerful arguments against introducing appeal rights in this area. Paragraph 60 of the preliminary report said that, 'the judgments which have to be made in this area are essentially subjective, and matters of this kind are not easily justiciable… Applicants who were refused on security or similar grounds could not in any case be given a right of appeal because of the difficulty of disclosing in public the information that had led to the refusal'. I am bound to say that the arguments against an appeal system remain compelling. Such a system would certainly be expensive in terms of public service manpower and there would be long delays if it were grafted on to the existing immigration appeals machinery or if the burden were placed on our already overloaded Hauhkunoleiksgarda. Furthermore, because it would mean a system of objective tests, it is difficult to see how the existing criteria for citizenship could continue to operate.Hairas Ostler (Þurgau-bei-Überwald): Could the Right Honourable gentlemen tell me what the status of slaves in Inherited Territories would be.Hairas Wuslah: Some of those issues are dealt with in this bill, the default position is that they will be left in the ownership of their current masters. However, the Slavery Bill will provide for repatriation of those taken in bondage illegally who wish it and persons coming under those categories will not gain that Citizenship but will be entitled a resettlement grant.Hairas Ostler: And those who are liberated in passage, would it not be a kindness for them to be granted citizenship as a reparation for their plight?Hairas Wuslah: Those liberated in passage, where practicable, will be repatriated to their country of origin or alternative arrangements may be made. However, as they are outlanders with no relation to us, I do not see how the Raikh would owe them any reparation. They are lucky we do not just enslave them ourselves.Daigijon Dalmunae (Fholkþabadbað): My right honourable Friend has laid out in this bill provisions to increase citizenship considerably and in a complex set of classes. I and other honourable members are concerned that such measures dilute the nature of the Raikh. Whilst we understand that we have to be liberal in our right of abode for those who have displaced their countries, I do no see what makes them like us, surely making them Protected Persons would be enough.Hairas Wuslah: I understand my honourable and learned Friends comments on these points. I think it behooves us to be liberal in these circumstances, many of those from formerly civilised ans stable countries now find themselves in a situation where the Raikh has far more in common with them than their detestable homelands.Daigijon Dalmunae: I would like to make the point to my Right Honourable Friend that there is a falling out underway between us and our supposed neighbours to the south, so why should persons from that former and unlamented entity get special rights in the Raikh?Hairas Wuslah: My Honourable Friend will understand that those belonging to the Kingdom of W.T.C. are amongst those most likely to feel the loss of rights, due to the perfidy now on display in that state.Hairas Alexandros Antonis (Hweituzdas): I do not suppose that there can be any greater subject to which the Raikhsgamotjing could address itself than this, going as it does to the whole basis of our existence, the very definition of who we think we are.
It is one-third of a century, a whole generation of men, since we last legislated upon the subject of nationality.
In those intervening years we have had full opportunity to realise how little the implications of that Act were understood by those who put it on the statute book, and how little they saw the seriousness of the consequences that would follow from the decisions that they took. We must avoid, if we can, a repetition of that experience. The Government's contribution is, above all, to ensure that the Raikhsgamotjing has ample time not merely for debate but for reflection upon the Bill as it makes its way to the statute book, that there is ample time between the stages of the Bill, and that the Hebiðdräkhskapiz stage is taken for what it will be, not a means of obstructing or advancing Government business, but something serious in itself, which affects our deepest responsibilities.
When the assembly last legislated there were still one status, and one basis for that status, known to our law. For all practical purposes, there was a single status, and that was subject, and there was a single basis, and that was allegiance. Broadly speaking, to be born within the allegiance constituted the basis of subjecthood.
Until well into this century that equation of basis with status, and of status with rights and duties, remained effective. But there was a time bomb underneath it. For, as the dominions of the Raikh successively extended over more of the globe, the meaning of subject extended far beyond the possibility of its being given any common meaning in terms of rights and duties. The consequences, not felt at first, came home to us when, after the Great War, there was an immense change in the mobility of mankind, a change of explosive, revolutionary character, which made no longer tenable that acceptance of the growing anomaly of subjecthood, which had hitherto been possible.
I fully understand that we, the paramount and most advanced nation in the world need to offer succor to those whose countries have been taken away from them. I believe the Hon. Member when he states that many of those, despite whatever patriotism they had for their natal lands may well be happier becoming part of the Raikh. I also approve of his creation of a Protected Person, for those whose patriotism is above all, but due to the hand of the Hauhkuno have become part of our burden.
What I cannot condone is the same mistake being made again. The changes to naturalisation, to descent, I can agree with, but there should only be one citizenship in our new Empire. That of the Raikh, full, pure and unsullied.
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Post by Fleischmann on Feb 13, 2022 10:29:08 GMT
Holiday by the Beach Location: Pinij-bi-Morei, UttamarDate: 20th of FalgmenoðsThe start of a new era for the once temporary refugee camp. After years of being built up as a military station, then as a port, it had now come into its own as a city. The last administrative duties had been transfered over from the old capital and now all of Uttamar was ruled by this growing seaside town. With the expansion of the rail network though, its broad waterfront and modern buildings had attracted a new sort of business to the city. It was Pinij's busiest holiday ever. Thousands of soldiers were now flush with cash after being demobilised and had nothing better to do, the ever-impending metal shortages meant that many people did not want to take on long trips and pilgrimages for fear of work calling them back, and general shortage of money meant that folk did not want to travel too far. The good burghers of Morþal packed the local trains and those of Wovthal filled every inch of room on the long-distance services. Some so-and-so quipped that the services were better now that the food trollies had finally discovered foreign countries existed, and it was certainly true that buffet cars had been stocked with a previously unbelievable amount of foreign goods, such as coffee. Pinij's white beach and mudflats kept most of the children happy, while the cafes kept fathers and uncles happy. Sea enthusiasts were happy to see that the Flutt was still operating out of the town, but those of a locomotive bent were sadly disappointed, as the Landsharjis restricted how many people from out of town could ride on the miniature railway along the coast, as locals had started to complain about not being able to get to work and home. The day was sunny and warm for mid Malgmenoðs, although there was the traditional rain-shower towards the end. The children were over-joyed by the appearance of chocolate iced-cream, which quickly sold out as their mothers discovered the substance, but there were still plenty of frozen lollies for them. Whilst many of the beerhalls became over filled and ran out of food, fish and chips was plentiful and off-ration. Many people thought the quality of the cod was better than it had been for many years. Not even the ongoing global financial crisis would stop the Raikh having a day out.
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Post by Fleischmann on Feb 22, 2022 6:02:53 GMT
The Emperor is Dead, Long Live the Hauhkuno! Location: The Raikhsgamotjing, BlairhaimTime: Moments after the news of Catherine's death brokeThe Dräkh af þis Raikh for the Hebiðdräkhskapiz af þis Garda (Hairas Wuslah): Like Sheen and like the Magdali, the Duomish have had to make us think again on many of our positions, the Raikh has so far held a fairly steady course. There have been things we have objected to, there have been things we have applauded, but over all there has been a careful pragmatism in the Raikh, for which we should be happy about. In the previous debate, a number of honourable gentlemen wondered if we had not gone too far with the Tholes, did we really need to seize territory from them. If we were liberators, why did we not liberate more? They are good questions, very good questions, liberal questions. The fact is that we could not liberate more and still be able to deal with not just the Raikh's problems, but the problems of our subjects who live in the colonies. We could not have forced much more out of the Tholes without worrying some of our new partners. I heard other voices yesterday calling for an end to empire building, I can hear that. I hear them from the soft-hearted Federalists and from the Burzbund as well. There is a dangerous theme appearing on the right of the Blot en Isar, not one that wants to rebuild the empire, as for them it was always greater than it actually was, but one that seems to say 'Get what we need and then isolate ourselves'. I have even heard the odd siren voice telling us to leave much of the Imperium to its fate, they want the mines of Tanysira, they want the oil of Thai’Faenum, but they don't want to deal with the problems of ninety-two million subjects we have now just inherited. Luckily, they are a minority voice. Similar noises come from the Hardusaiþs left, albeit voiced in different terms, ones that show a self-interested analysis. The Imperium is not ripe for their stark rejection of more liberal ways, still alien. The rest of the world is even worse. Best to withdraw from it and especially to withdraw from our subjects, they feel that we should trade for resources and then have splendid isolation. How they plan to trade with the those we turn away in their time of need for oil or the Tanysara for their radium, I do not know. I don't think they do either. Nor are the strange whines of Daigijon Dalmunae that the Gankands should be given independence immediately, we should defend it of course, but otherwise they should become responsible for their own destiny. Do they not think we owe our new subjects more than that? Some of members of this assembly have even made some interesting statements. Let me say this, Emperor Catherine von Marcum is dead. We will not see that thing's like again in our lifetimes. What lies across the sea is a completely different Imperium, one that has now called us to help it in its time of need, as by right they are entitled to do. Obviously, we should encourage and spread liberal ideas, the Raikh is coming, perhaps a couple of decades early. But let us remember what happened during the last time we rushed such spread of ideas, it is hardly a primrose path of peace to the sunlit uplands of virtue. Heel can attest to that. Obviously, we should not forget the new lands, we should be out there working for the Hauhkuno, in each and every treaty, each and every trade deal we should measure up as part of the process, how is this state on freedom of worship? How is it on trade? How is it on the right to work? That doesn't mean we should make the deal, but the best terms should be for those who are moving even if it is only inch by inch towards embracing the Raikh and Hauhkuno. However, our real work, where we can actually achieve results more quickly should be in what I call our new Commonwealth. Where we have a lot of work to do, we need to help educate people, we need to help them be healthy, we need to make sure that they can work in decent conditions for fair wages, to defend them from their enemies and that they can prosper within a common market. We need to learn quickly from the mistakes of the past and move forward into the future with the Raikh and her Commonwealth as a beacon to the rest of the world.
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Post by Fleischmann on Feb 24, 2022 1:48:48 GMT
For Want of a Report
Communications between the Raikh and its western colonies were slow. The Western Islands had already had telegraph cables brought to them and now things could be reported in an instant. That said, further west it was an entirely different matter. Unlike with Hweituzdas, where existing infrastructure bridged the gap. The West was totally cut off from networks of telegraph lines, meaning that to get a message to those colonies required ships to physically sail back and forth delivering them. This had led to no small amount of irritation for the government, as it was no longer used to such lengthy delays in reports. The nature of the world had changed and sped up, now such delays could mean the loss of those lands to a modern army backed by a modern fleet. This could not stand. The plans were drawn up and a route was set. From the Western Islands, a series of three cables would be put in to go between them and the western continent, with one going directly to Niujisland, the other going to the closest edge of the continent, and another going a bit further west. These would provide redundancy for communications. From there, a series of repeating posts and stations would be set up and the lines would be extended further west until they came to the closest point to Ezoland. From there, they would once more go under the sea and stretch to those islands north of Ezoland and then again underwater until reaching Ezoland proper. This plan was approved and set and was expected to take the better part of two years to complete, with an extension being put in to Jukh shortly afterwards standing as an option. In preparations for this though, a series of semaphore stations would be erected along the path to act as a stop-gap measure to allow for quicker communications between the locations.
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Post by Fleischmann on Mar 2, 2022 3:48:27 GMT
A Manmade Archipelago A few days passed before the Duomish state collapsed. Word was transmitted to the Great Western Fleet and they were set to ambush the refugee fleet near Ryukyu, with the blessing of that western government. When the fleet of refugees finally arrived, they were met by a third of the Hauhkunoleiksflutt. Battleships, cruisers, and destroyers quickly set about encircling and herding the ships, firing warning shots and then killing ones whenever a vessel tried to escape. Once the surrender of the refugees had been taken, they were gathered and escorted in convoy to the mainland areas now claimed to be part of Niujisland. These lands were colder than any in the Raikh, with the nights in the deepest parts of winter seeming to never end and the days stretching on into eternity during the summer. It was still south of the Circle of Bears, as such there was still day and night rather than the year itself being split in half by those states, but it was still an unnatural land to most that came to it. With such an inhospitable nature, there had been very few natives in the land. Migratory tribes of hunters dominated, as well as reindeer herders. The land was dominated by great never ending forests teeming with bears and wolves, with the odd grassy area as well. No real settlement had been attempted here yet, but now the Raikh had the perfect means to test whether or not life could be had here. The refugee ships were forced to run aground and elements of the Raikhsharjis oversaw their dismantling. The people were then forced to work, without tools or new clothes, to clear the land and start building camps under the oversight of the soldiers. A small portion of food was provided so that they would not starve to death immediately, but beyond that, they only had seeds which they would need to bet their lives on should they wish to survive. Within the first three months, the camps had seen several attempts to escape. The guards had only pursued these escapees for the first month, as after that it became quite clear that they would be met by nothing but death. A few lucky ones returned with horrifying wounds from wild animals, but most simply died out there, later found by hunting parties or wild animals. The land itself was a prison, one which they would not be able to escape. After the camps had been erected and farming had started, the first shipment of actual tools arrived. Gangs were arranged and the strong were sent to sites that had been surveyed and determined to contain valuable materials. They would either work or they would be forced to brave the wilds.
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Post by Fleischmann on Mar 10, 2022 9:24:15 GMT
Plague in the Ranks For years a rot had been festering within the Raikh, one created from good intentions. This illness at first was ignored and chalked up to the effectiveness of modern weaponry, as surely that must be the cause for the rising costs. This state of affairs was allowed to continue, growing without checks for years and eating away at the foundation of the country, its heroes, leaving nought but empty husks in its wake. During a biannual meeting of the Raikhsgamotjing's Appropriation Committee for the Armed Forces, it was finally noted for what it was. An epidemic of untold proportions. The funding set aside for medical treatments and care for veterans was dangerously low, with millions of Pfennige disappearing into chronic medications at rates that were honestly astonishing. Attached to the requests for more funding were reports from doctors describing violent outbursts and ever worsening pains in those that were not given their doses of drugs like diamorphine. Almost all of them concluded that they were mainly dealing with addicts, habitually abusing the state's kindness. Where they differed was primarily in the cause. An extremely small minority seemed to think that the men were actually suffering physically and were arguing for widespread adoption of quarterly examinations for wounds, whilst another minority seemed to believe that these were just a handful of degenerates that ought to be punished for their actions. The rest fell between these two extreme camps, with some suggesting it might be psycho-trauma induced by the loudness of weapons, whilst others argued that the men were addicted, but that it was not their fault and that the medical corps were to blame for over prescribing highly addictive pain relief to men on active service. It was with all these reports and differing opinions in mind, that the committee realised that they were not within their power to deal with this issue, choosing to instead assign an emergency boost in funding to the medical services and kick the issue further up the chain to the Hebiðdräkh af Kreg.
Despite being somewhat out of his depth, the Hebiðdräkh began summoning experts in the field of addiction. From far and wide, from the Raikh and beyond, men were brought to him in order to advise him and take part in the advisory committees on the matter. They were given three months to study the matter and a further two to formulate proposals. With his authority, a large undertaking was commenced to review the reports. The first issue they came across was finding quite a few of the men, as they had become transients, kicked out of their homes and families for their destructive behaviours. The next issue, which horrified many, was sorting out which of the missing men were dead and which had simply ended up living in slums. Those found to still be living were then put under extreme scrutiny, their behaviour observed, their mannerisms catalogued, and their reputations taken apart. Interviews were carried out with members of their communities, families, and friends, as well as comrades in good moral standing. With only a few exceptions, the men were noted as being hard working, sufficient in bravery, and good members of society before being discharged from service. Similar stories played out between families over great distances, broken men coming home and complaints about pains, with their behaviour seemingly worsening night by night until they became simply too much to deal with. For a few families, their solution had been to kill the men in their sleep, so as to spare them the humiliation of losing their standing in society or to preserve their good memory. As the months went by, the groups came back with similar findings. By the end of it, all but one agreed that drug administration in the military had to be curtailed, with the blame being placed squarely on their care when injured. From there, they presented plans, some of which were more reasonable than others. The top two choices were to begin building asylums for these men, so that they might be treated and kept from harming themselves and the wider society with their degeneracy. The other, was to send them to colonies set aside specifically for their kind, with a similar way of thinking with regards to limiting harm, but believing them to be too far gone to help. It was with great fear and worry, that the Hebiðdräkh af Kreg decided on the former option. So long as the possibility of helping these men return to society existed, they would be given whatever help the Raikh could provide.
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Post by Fleischmann on Mar 25, 2022 2:08:54 GMT
New Ideas For Modern Times A man by the name of Mendel had been slowly making his way through the Raikh, an outlander attracted by the new universities and education efforts taking root throughout the realm. His original plan had been to simply spread awareness amongst the farming population of genetic inheritance and how his theories could help them breed better chattel and crops for future generations to come, but that had been completely de-railed as he came into the country. Stepping off of his ship and going into quarantine after immigration, he had been interviewed by two men bearing government badges and warrants. They had asked him about his research and papers, taken them away and had them copied, and then came back with looks of fascination and a great deal of enthusiasm for his work. After he had been released from quarantine, one of the men had offered to facilitate the spread of his ideas and had booked him hotels and speaking events, so he could have his ideas heard by the more people. With his diagrams, peas, photographs, and papers, he carried out these lectures and answered questions afterwards by those interested by his words. Soon, he found himself signing a contract to go on his current speaking tour of the Raikh. Rather than stopping in market towns and villages, he was now being ferried from region to region to speak in theatres and other large establishments before thousands of people every stop. His papers on genetic inheritance and ideas on how it could be applied scientifically to the art of animal husbandry were being sold at each event in a book called 'Good Breeding & Due Diligence in the Application of the Principles of Inheritance and Evolutionary Progress in Matters Horticultural and Animal', with him receiving seventy-five percent of the profits for every copy sold. By the time he had to move on from each venue, a good seventy-one percent of those present had bought a copy of his work. His ideas were catching on like fire in the dry underbrush.
As a result of the idea of good traits and bad traits being related to one's parentage, the match-making industry was thrown into pandemonium, as many families started coming to them in anger over this or that perceived fault in their children due to the marriages arranged. That being said, an even greater number were now coming in with lists of prohibited traits and conditions, with matches that had been well into the works being thrown off completely due to lack of histories on the genetic suitability of the other family. It was clear that the entire industry would need to reform with the times, as now social standing, temperament, and wealth were no longer the only indicators of a good or poor match, now they had to worry about diseases passed along family lines and such intangible things as recessive genes. It would take a monumental effort to go through all the families and their histories, in part due to tracking all the information down, but also now due to the risk of people hiding their shameful defects. At the very least, these new services in finding good stock would command a fairly hefty price, as there was no simple way for individual families to do these things, not yet at least.
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Post by Fleischmann on Apr 6, 2022 13:44:39 GMT
What is Done in the Dark START OF TRANSCRIPT 0351 - Person-of-Interest: 'Operator, operator...' 0351 - Operator: 'Ahoi, to whom do you wish to be connected?' 0352 - P.o.I.: 'I would like to call...' *papers being shuffled* 'Hairas Wilhelm, 1-17B., Lithely Street. Ulricsbairg. The call is expected.' 0353 - O.: 'One moment, please.' 0353 - P.o.I.: ... *settling noises, leather creaking* 0355 - Hairas Wilhelm: 'Ahoi, are you there?' 0355 - P.o.I.: 'Ahoi! Yes, I am here. The factories are going well and we have exceeded production quotas. I was told by our mutual friend that we might wish to set up a new one specifically for the production of the Taikns ↋ Maggigsgafeht.' 0357 - H.W.: 'Hmm... We'll need more money to keep the Sheenish quiet. I'll see if H.W.F. is willing to sell us the design cheaply, now that it's been rejected.' 0358 - P.o.I.: 'What're we doing with the... Other things?' 0400 - H.W.: 'Nothing, keep quiet and sit on them for now... Look, I need to go. Sa Hauhkuno wardjan.' 0401 - P.o.I.: 'Sa Hauhkuno wardjan.' END OF TRANSCRIPT Sa Fruma Hilpandbahts af Morthal, now subsumed into the nascent Fruma Andbahts af Kreg, had managed to catch a late night telephone call between two officers of the Raikhsharjis discussing things of rather great importance. For months, they had been trying to track shadowy trails and unit transfers. The Hebithdräkh af Kreg had been worried that there was a risk of the army going back to their pastime of fighting with the navy, but that no longer seemed such a bad thing. Despite the army's efforts, there had been tell-tale signs of illicit activities. Agents had been dispatched to investigate warehouses and found them filled to the brim with new equipment. Where there should have been aging muskets and cannonades, they found brand new rifles and modern artillery pieces. Further investigation had shown that the serial numbers were non-sequential, making it difficult to ascertain whether a unit was actually equipped with modern equipment or if they were using things from the actual reserves. The questions naturally arose, 'Where were they getting the funding for all of this?' and 'Who was making these guns?' The telephone call finally slotted the last pieces together. The Fruma Andbahts af Kreg now had a solid lead as to where the equipment was coming from and who was involved in this plot. With time, they would be able to inform þo Kunosmen and organise a round up of all the conspirators.
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Post by Fleischmann on Apr 9, 2022 16:36:07 GMT
From Niujisland with Love With the rising hostilities with the Lussians, the importance of securing the work camps was raised considerably. Rather than simply leaving a small skeleton force, a full regiment of infantry was dispatched to Niujisland on a permanent basis and with the express purpose of both defending the territory and helping prepare it for settlement. Unfortunately for the Raikhsharjis, love started to form between many of the soldiers and the inmates in the camps. Within six months, eighty-seven percent of the troops had taken to wife a prisoner and were threatening to resign over the matter. With little other choice, the officers allowed the men to start building houses around the camps and to properly register their marriages. The prisoners that married were allowed to leave the camps as a result of these actions, with the rest being kept separated. This spurred on a fierce debate amongst the higher echelons as to the proper course of action. With a newly forming civilian population in the colony and the threat of mass resignations, they would likely not be able to remove those soldiers. Instead, it would likely be better to instead start organising colonisation drives in the region to help establish a stronger local economy. With the climate being so harsh though, that meant a distinct lack of willing settlers. Hebiðdräkh af Kreg, Hans Gruber: We can't afford to pay bounties for settlers... This colony is profitable, but the numbers we're talking about are too high, especially with the threat of war looming on the horizon, quite literally. Ezoland is still too unsettled for comfort, so prisoners are also out; unless you can find a solution to this, we will simply have to leave you as you are. Fruma Stolbert: About that, my Lord... I feel we could subsidise bounties for Ezoland instead. If we were to set up a scheme for Ezoland settlement, we could have every settler that goes there through it counted and have an equal number of prisoners sent to us instead. This would be considerably cheaper given the nicer nature of that colony, and it would give us the colonists we so desire. H.a.K., Gruber: And where would the funds for this come? The Raikh and the Hauhkuno owns those camps and all it produces and you and your men do not have any claim to the income from them... I can not just go up to the Raikhsgamotjing, say 'We've got a new colony and we lost your money!', and then turn around and tell them that the people responsible for the money, my men, are now going to use it to get themselves neighbours with whom they wish to have nice picket fences and farmsteads. F.S.: About that my Lord, we have ideas. Here's a list of animals we have found and the prices fetched for their furs, as well as rough estimates from our Utridjastafs of the populations near us and in the surrounding wilderness... As you can see, the furs can fetch quite a high price due to their quality and we have already sold enough to finance the first thousand bounties. H.a.K., Gruber: Do we have any long term models for sustainability and herd management? F.S.: No, my Lord. We'd need experts to help us with that, though a few of our foresters suggest that we're set for decades to come, even if we hunt them like mad doggos. H.a.K., Gruber: Foresters? I suppose they would know something about these things... All right, I'll have my aides get the experts from other departments together. If you leave the money with me, we'll see what can be done... For the moment, best not to take this to the Raikhsgamotjing. If you and yours take my word, I'll see to it that this is done. The Raikhsharjis is being rocked by scandal at the moment. F.S.: Scandal? What happened? H.a.K., Gruber: Right, you have been away from civilisation... The factories the Raikhsharjis has been running in Sheen and other places, as well as your side businesses have been exposed. The Raikhsgamotjing is in an uproar over how to deal with them, as nothing done was strictly illegal from what we've seen. I'm amazed the Flutt didn't rub it in your faces, but then again, they are also rather embarrassed by the situation, though they are feigning outrage. F.S.: Gods preserve us... With the settlement programme being dealt with privately and off the books, Niujisland began expanding greatly as colonists came in and started contributing to the local economy of the colony. Within three months, they had started making contact with local reindeer herders to organise repeating trade deals for furs.
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Post by Fleischmann on Apr 10, 2022 10:16:03 GMT
Alexander Patrina, Graf von Nolen: Well, I'm sure we all know why we are having this gathering, so let us begin, Zed.
Zed Haarshaut af Meinitzmark: It is in all our interests, Alexander, or at least in your son's interest. We have nothing to be ashamed of.
Krunk af Meinitzmark: I still don't see what this is to do with me. I just manage farms in the borders, that's where my funds come from.
Franz der Bäcker: I think I get it. Patrina, you have us on tape, I've been selling iron, Krunk's been falsifying work reports...
K.a.M.: Oh, them.
F.d.B.: And Zed has already been brought before a court and I think he's facing a possible death sentence.
A.P.: Well, it was in the papers if you had read them, Krunk. This area was full of skilled men. We know you have been shipping them elsewhere, since almost all of those who were let go of or moved out of the Marka are mysteriously not at their new residences nor have been seen in those districts. It doesn't need to be hard, just tell us where they have been going and you will get a measure of clemancy.
F.d.B.: So you are suggesting a trade...
A.P.: Yes. Call it a last bit of patriotic service. No charges further between the three of you, plus some selected others if we need them.
K.a.M.: Ah, I see. Won't we need a few more people on board?
Z.H.: And what about the charges already levelled or in the mail? Don't think we do not know about your tricks.
A.P.: We already have a few more officers on board, and Georg has indicated he is not against talking. He does have a young family, afterall.
F.d.B.: Georg is laughable, he's barely even thirty and you think he knows enough?
Z.H.: I agree, you have nothing.
K.a.M.: Hmm, yes, I see what you mean. May I go home?
A.P.: You've to still talk to the review board about your activities, I'm just here on behalf of the Raikhsgamotjing.
K.a.M.: Do we have to?
A.P.: Well, yes, you're all going to be cashiered after this... You broke the law!
Z.H.: If we talk to the board, then some the other's might think we broke faith. Come on boys, we should leave.
A.P.: Well, Zed, if you don't talk to them, we'll see about having you broken on the rack.
F.d.B.: I still don't see what this gets us? Lighter sentences, a nice pat on the belly for rolling over? Nuts to you and damn this charade!
A.P.: And you'd be spared the public humiliation.
Z.H.: As I was saying, they'd think we broke faith. There's nothing here but empty promises and threats from those that do not want us doing our duty to safeguard the Raikh.
A.P.: Do you not see how bad this looks? You have been making your own private army and trade deals!
K.a.M.: And how do we keep the outlanders and Flutt out if we do not? I've had to scrimp and fight for ever scrap of funding for decades! We've barely enough funding to keep our borders safe, yet now you complain that we're funding ourselves? You curs, you fragments!
F.d.B.: Come on, we can leave. We'll hang for this, but we'll be standing upright.
Z.H.: I'm done with this too. Good day, Alexander.
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After several weeks of arrests and similar sessions, only three officers were executed after being found guilty of taking bribes. All other suspects were released due to lack of evidence.
Sister investigations into the Sheenish side of the business were equally fruitless, with the Guild of Journalists refusing to cooperate and all records being hidden. No arrests were made.
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Post by Fleischmann on Apr 11, 2022 18:41:53 GMT
The Return of the Assembly
'All in favour of pitching in for dairy subsidies, say yea!' A chorus of voices raised in agreement. In the hall was at least two-hundred men from various families and different regions, but with one thing in common: They were Danes to a man. 'All against, say nay!' A few voices go up, but far fewer than the yeas. 'The yeas have it, the matter of implementation is to be brought before the council.' This was the first Dänþing in history, as they had never been granted an assembly before they had been gotten rid of. Now? They no longer needed to be granted one. With the new laws in place, the Danes had quickly started organising, first holding meetings between clans and then organising proper assemblies where each family sent a representative to the Clanþing and voted on matters related to them. From there, it had been only a short skip and a hop to organising the first Dänþing with representatives from ever clan being present. 'Next on the docket... Weapon ownership! It has been put forward that every family be required to keep a weapon at home, all in favour say yea!' Again many voices went up, but not as many as before. 'All against, say nay!' Now an even number seemed to sound out, there was no clear majority. Shouting erupted and arguments started flying between representatives. 'My masters, order! Order I say!' A few men who had been set to stand guard at the doors and windows stepped forward and started beating any who were too rowdy and standing with their heavy maces, quickly bringing the place back under control. 'All right, much better... Every man who wishes for this, please come down here and give your hat. I will count them and put them on my table. Every man against... Give me your handkerchief, I will likewise count them.' And so the assembly went on.
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Post by Fleischmann on Apr 12, 2022 6:10:37 GMT
Standing on the Corner
The afternoon sun crept slowly down towards the horizon western, though it would never quite get far down enough for one to sleep comfortably. Beneath it, the bustle of a new town could be seen as thousands of logs were slowly brought to the port and made ready for transportation to distant lands. Furs and captured live animals also were there for export, but in smaller quantities. The forests around the town had to be cleared back in order to free up the land for pastures and farms, as few men could subsist on venison and fish alone. As these things progressed, two soldiers stood guard outside of a public house, peering around to see if any of their comrades were slacking off and just keeping the public order. At this moment, both were without a doubt tipsy and on their way to drunk. Muffler: You know... I joined up 'cause I thought I'd get to meet dusky girls in warm places. If I'd known about... This, I would've just stayed at home. Ears: I am not sure about you, but I think the prisoners are fine enough. Fair few have them dark eyes and browned skin. Also, this beats being neck deep in tropical muck and losing a quart of blood a day to biters. Muffler: Gnats, we've bleeding gnats! All the girls here are either spoken for, hostile, or I'm not allowed to speak to them in case I wed one! The only difference between here and home, is that this place has less rain. Muffler: Also... Also, also, also! There's nothing wrong with the tropics, you get to drink all the tonic water you want and the waters are always the right temperature, refreshing. Ears: Hmm... I prefer warm baths and would rather not get poisoned by maddened natives nor have diseased Divinians as my neighbours. Anyway, what do you think of that bird there? She's a bit of all right. The soldier with his ears covered pointed his chin at a passing washerwoman, hauling bundles from one of the dormitories. She had red hair poking out from a flowery headscarf and was built on the tall side, being a few inches taller than both of the men. Muffler: I mean... You can't really see much and she'd probably trundle you off on her back if she had the mind to. No, no. I prefer mine on the waify end of things, like that fishmonger we talked with. Ears: What? The little thing with the cart, selling cockles? I mean... Marrying a fishwife is not bad, but she looks like she's barely able to lift her load. Aren't you afraid she'd be brittle like porcelain? Muffler: Nothing wrong with being gentle. Unlike you, I appreciate the finer things in life and would rather not feel myself being crushed by muscles... Hold on, check inside. A man had gotten into the establishment and was drinking an ale by the bar. Muffler: One of ours? Ears: Look at his shoes... That's either an officer or a rich man. I bet we could score some free drinks off of him. The two soldiers quickly started playing rock paper scissors to decide who got to go inside, the man with the muffler won. He skalked up to the bar with a menacing look and did the usual shakedown, asking for papers, name, and reason for not being at work. As he did so, he noted how cold it was outside and how much a few mugs of warm cider would go towards making his day a bit brighter. Naturally, the man that was in no way, shape, nor form an officer out of uniform generously bought the two brave and loyal guards some drinks to keep them warm. After about twenty minutes of further friendly chatting with the man on the inside, the muffled one returned to his friend. Ears: Arse. Muffler: Thou wound me! Would you not have done the same? Ears: You could've let me win. Muffler: And miss out on all of this? That which you were telling me's better than a brief stint in Tanysira and Hweituzdas? Ears: Arse. And so, the two soldiers slowly drunk their mugs of cider and continued standing out on the corner watching as the world went by.
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Post by Fleischmann on Apr 12, 2022 7:39:00 GMT
Border Patrol With the creation of the demilitarised zone along the border between Glassensea and Valanion, the local garrison was put on a much tighter schedule than before. Not knowing whether the local Sheenish constabulary would be able to actually give warning of any invasion, watches were set just outside of the area and personnel were kept on tighter than usual duty shifts, so that only a quarter of the men at most would be at liberty in the event of an attack. The men there knew that their mission was not an easy one and that many of them might die before reinforcements arrived, but they also knew that safeguarding this port was key to keeping the aggression of their enemy in check. Ships would arrive for resupply and courtesy calls on a regular basis, but never in any large numbers, as that would make them too vulnerable to an attack in the port. No, these were being sent around as part of a planned campaign of psychological warfare, a constant reminder that help was but a stone's throw away for the garrison and the Sheenish themselves. Walking about town, two of the officers in charge of this defensive force were discussing their views on the matter. Senior Officer: We have yet to suffer the indignity of a bad report, for our men have kept to their quarters and abided by the presidium as it has been set. Commanding Officer: I care not for my good report, it is honour that I seek. The men that we protect are like a troupe, eager to please the vulgar masses and their affections sold cheaply. To be here at their pleasure is an indignity in itself. S.O.: Alas, there is no honour to be had in breaking from our hosts, for to do so would bring nought but shame after such a grave betrayal of hospitality. C.O.: You have the right of it, though it pains me so to say. I chafe under the strain of their friendship and my sinew is strained by its counsel to peace. If we could, I would have us come to possess a hulk and use it to 'exercise' our guns before those curs. S.O.: If you could, my fellow, you would have us exercise our right of war. I know! Let us promenade along our frontier and see what is to be seen. Giving his assent through a nod, the two proceeded to stroll out towards the edge of the demilitarised zone. There they saw some constables out on patrol. S.O.: That man there appears to be hailing us. He is waving his hat. C.O.: I believe he is, best to respond in kind. The two men doffed their hats and waved back. After that, they continued their own personal patrol of the territory before returning to their offices and taking supper.
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Post by Fleischmann on Apr 17, 2022 5:15:46 GMT
Location: Frauja-Johannsted, Niujisland Date: 3ja Wintrusmenoðs, 75↋9
Standanfaðs Mikkelsen: What do you think Hairas Aba, it's been what four months?
Aba Menaslubo: Well, there's electric lighting along the roads, the place smells fresher as well, and I see a store selling pomade.
S.M.: We have managed to finish the main sewer, though keeping it from freezing is a trick. We have the power station's first phase finished. So we have electric lights and we have a better water supply. The work on the harbour has meant we can now get goods in and out rather quickly too.
A.M.: But we've made some revisions without you.
S.M.: It is... Close to what was asked for. The Flutt is a bit unhappy about not getting a fully independent station, but that's within reason.
A.M.: Well, we did try and get the Harjis' demands, but the Flutt's were...
S.M.: Impractical and large to say the least, especially with how they wanted what amounted to a bunker complex with pop-up guns... But we had some plans and that's what we are going to implement. Resource-wise, we are a tad skint, but at least we have colonists coming in now.
A.M.: Oh yes?
S.M.: We reckon eighty percent of the population's growth has been from the Raikh proper, most of the rest has been our men getting friendly with local girls. Hischþalasaz is a bit different with some six in ten of the people up there being less than two years old, but its really just the upland farmers and a few fisherfolk.
A.M.: How many roads are we needing?
S.M.: Well, there's a backlog of people waiting to emigrate here from Plattland and Rukonen en Konn, but that's on how spread out you want us. However, we have had ideas about the water supply, I've taken the liberty of putting them in a folder, shouldn't cost too much extra. Oh, and town walls are coming along nicely.
A.M.: So you are suggesting to put the staple port here, isn't that a bit vulnerable?
S.M.: Find somewhere that isn't. Have you seen how far we are from the outlanders? Let's face it, Sir, we can counter-battery any of their ships within minutes, but there's not much a little bit of distance further along the coast can do for us. At least here, it doesn't screw up our trade routes and we've got a natural harbour.
A.M.: Hmm... And gives a bit more space near some permanent settlements, which I suppose will be useful.
S.M.: Not a lot to be honest and outside of the walls, still, we've got a nice base for the future here. Plus there's a chance that with the farms we can at least become less dependent on supplies further afield.
A.M.: Well, it's not been a problem so far.
S.M.: No and we have them reindeer herders to trade with, but I keep on hearing that the Lussians want to do us in.
A.M.: True, but Lussia's not a threat yet and you can dig in well.
S.M.: No, it just makes things easier, particularly with how expensive imports are.
A.M.: Well, in two years you'll be able to grow hot-house oranges and peaches, maybe even sooner.
S.M.: Please, Sir, I'd kill for a good piece of fruit right now... The berries here are too tart.
A.M.: You might have packet boats calling before that. I've just authorised twelve of them, a sort of modernised slave trade with some of those new western folk. If things go well, you'll have good fresh food coming in cheaply from the west and passing east... Maybe even some from Hawaii.
S.M.: I see. Well, we'll have to work that into the plans. Now about the barracks, slightly fewer men than we thought, but I think that it is certainly enough for a while given the settling going about. However, we were thinking as the main camp is pretty much abandoned, we could use more space there. Obviously, we'll have emergency positions near the towns and secondary camps, plus a few further in-land.
A.M.: Seems like a good idea, it will be cheaper too at a guess. If the men complain about it, remind them what's good for the goose is good for the gander and that they can always find a wife and settle down here... Oh, speaking of which, how many of the men with wives already have had them move here?
S.M.: <smiles> Yes, well mine is coming next week or so. She was in Hweituzdas with her kin, but she seems to hate the heat and humidity. She's the sort to enjoy this little slice of hell.
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Post by Fleischmann on Apr 20, 2022 15:28:47 GMT
Joy to the World
It had been the Hebithdräkhskapiz af Lisnojaning's idea. Gathering the best singers and players from across the globe for one glorious broadcast and world tour, whilst nice, was far too ambitious and impossible to organise. Just trying to get that many people to Morþal was regarded as a nightmare, the need to hire at least two ocean-liners for rapid touring ended up ballooning costs to heights never imagined by any sane man. Thankfully, they had scrapped such ideas right quick after that. The world class performance would stay, but they had set a limit on the amount everyone would be paid and made it equal within each role. The world tour had been scrapped entirely. Then there had been the selection of players, around forty-eight voices and seventy-two players. The numbers were to be made up of the best musicians from Sheen, West-Thosel-Cransconia, the Raikh, and a large pool of walk-in talents who decided to travel independently for the event. Those that were rejected but had actual talent would have their fare covered for the journey to the Raikh and return, the rest would be out of luck. The selection process was also quite strict, with everyone being provided instruments of the same quality or given songs to sing rather than being able to choose their own. A few applicants were unfortunately rejected on medical grounds, even though their auditions were second to none. However, the selection process proceeded and all the positions were filled. They had spent the next few weeks practising, rehearsing, and preparing for what was to be a world first. After one such rehearsal, it was found that quite a few of the performers had wonderful voice acting skills and were quite good at improvising sound effects. They had been caught on stage playing out a scene from a detective novel, using the sound amplification systems and instruments for added flair. Rather than be reprimanded, they had managed to impress the organisers enough that a new section was discussed and cleared with them. The broadcast would not be to the same standard, but those that volunteered to, were to stay an extra hour every day to practise for their performance of a criminal drama which would follow the main performance. That said, troubles did start to arise. Word leaked of the criminal drama and this had resulted in the civil authorities stopping by. While not totally opposed, they wished to ensure that whatever went on the air followed the censorship laws with regards to moral content, which led to the whole source material being thrown out. Next, they had objected to some of their methods being described on the air, as they thought an accurate depiction of them stalking a suspect through the streets might lead to criminals getting smarter. After four days of discussion and writing, a new script was produced with several deliberate inaccuracies put in for safe measure. The policemen were even kind enough to help with the rehearsals, speech, and providing guns and such for sound effects, though it took an afternoon to figure out how small of a charge to use for the blanks. With all of these matters set and finished, a few tests of the recording systems were conducted. It was discovered that small padded barriers were required between certain sections in order to avoid sound echoes when recording from multiple pick-ups, but other than that things went surprisingly well. No major problems were found and those that were, had relatively simple fixes. So it was, that the final rehearsal began. The first with a modern sound crew and only the second performed in such a large temple. All of the cantatas had been done, twice, no mistake could be allowed this close to the performance date. It was with the final strains of the final piece that the group were given their final approval, they were ready for whatever might come. They went on to enjoy a rousing success. The entirety of Morþal and the Raikh was abuzz the next day, with many people writing letters asking after when the next performance might be and for recordings of the one that had just occurred. That said, what was most gratifying of all was the horde of working class admirers who showed up to express their appreciation and to ask for another such event in the future. A new tradition was born.
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Post by Fleischmann on Apr 20, 2022 19:17:21 GMT
Fruma Stolbert af Gront-Drosa-Ilagow Ligrs 03, Königstraße, Katilshus Frauja-Johannstedhald Frauja-Johannsted, Niujisland Þata Raikh af hize Dalin 19ja af Hauhkunomenoðs, 75↋9
Fräulein Aanke van Ulross-Klohdal Stühbad, Rukonen en Konn Þata Raikh af hize Dalin
My dear Aanke,
I hope this message finds you in good health.
I am sorry for not writing to you sooner, but with the new year and settlement progressing at a quick pace, I have been unable to collect my thoughts until now. As you have no doubt heard, I was in the homeland briefly for a face-to-face meeting with Hairas Gruber. I am sorry for not telling you about it ahead of time, but it was meant to be rather secret and I am not sure I would have been able to leave again if we had met.
Initially, Olaf and I thought that you were going be kept in good company, but then I heard what Graf von Nolen was up to. I know it is not much, but we could make a life over here. The natives are friendly and unwarlike, the people are keeping good order, and the land is plentiful. We would not need to settle far from the towns, as I am told by Olaf that I am to be kept close at hand. I might actually succeed him as the Wirlz, we would be free to reign here. If I had to choose between you and him, you know I would choose you, even if it meant leaving my career. I just think that we can make a happier life here than at home.
On a brighter note, my sister sent me a record of the radio-orchestra. It went down a treat with most of us, though I will not lie, I think it was the drama that got the most listeners. We have lately been getting quite a few amenities over here. Just last week, a rather sly so-and-so imported fifty phonographs and at least three-hundred records. Almost no one can afford them yet, but we are somewhat starved for entertainment so most of the boys are saving up to buy one of those over priced things. The machine itself costs a Thaler and three Schillinge, while the records cost five Gröschen each.
Honestly, I think the settlers need them the most. While not too many, quite a few have been going off into the wilds and building farmsteads away from the towns and villages. They might be criminals, but we have not really had any problems from them and the ones I have met seem more interested in trying to start over again than all of that. We had a near thing though, as one of the homesteads did catch alight and we had to send some horse-soldiers to investigate. Thankfully, it was just a bit of carelessness and not a raid. We would have been too late otherwise.
I am sorry if this letter makes you angry, but it would put my mind and heart at ease to hear from you sooner.
Sincerely, your greatest admirer,
Stolbert af Gront-Drosa-Ilagow
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