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Region: Saint Helene
“The The Austro Germanic Union has been vital to the revitalization of the Emnarian military. As a result, the economy has seen a significant boost in its quarterly GDP, especially in the arms manufacturing sector. With Emnaria's industry rapidly growing, the military may achieve its power projection goal in the Tsyemny Sea by the end of the year.”
-Quarterly Status Report, IEM Foreign Affairs Office, March 2nd, 2024
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Emperor Wilhelm stands in front of the large windows of his bedroom. He watches as a couple officers walk down the red dirt path of the palace courtyard. The officers wear their black cowboy hats with the golden crossed rifles and eagle insignia, and red band. The officers stop next to the large maple tree, which occupies the center of the courtyard; its long branches, filled with vibrant leaves, cover the surrounding lawn with a cool shade.
Wilhelm watches them talking, their mouths moving, but not a sound penetrating his window. He flips the lever latch and slides the window up. The cool, crisp breeze of the spring air sweeps into the room. His lungs fill with the fresh oxygen of the morning. He takes a minute to breathe and clear his mind, ready for the new day.
He walks over to his wardrobe and puts on his uniform and trench coat. He grabs his service hat and walks out of his room. He passes the guards as they saluted him, the same routine as usual. He walks through his secretary's office, and turns right down a staircase. As he descends the staircase, he enters the 1st level of the building, made out of beige brick, left over from the 1890s. He enters a hallway, walls covered in beige, with a white and black checkered marble floor. Right next to him, is a faded yellow wooden door, with a 4-pane window in it. He turns the old brass doorknob and opens the door, introducing him to the courtyard.
As he walks through the door, his ears fill with the chirps and whistles of the birds. He strolls over to the two officers, who at first don't notice his presence.
One of the officers goes to begin a sentence, but quickly sees the Emperor. He stares at the Emperor as if he saw a ghost, then, very visibly, snaps back to reality, and jumps up to attention. He stands there, not a moving muscle in his body, his hand firmly fixed in a salute. The other officer, with his back facing towards the emperor, looks up at his buddy and asks him, “what the hell are you doin?”
The first officer stands there, without even glancing at his friend. Trying to see what the stir was about, the second officer looks behind him. He frantically scrambles to stand up from the bench and stand at attention.
Wilhelm salutes back and motions for them to have a seat, “Please, I insist.”
The two officers slowly sit down on the bench, leaving room for Wilhelm. The Emperor stands there with his hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat. The officer closest to Wilhelm (the one who had his back turned) introduces himself, “E-Excuse me sir- er- your majesty. I apologize for my lack of etiquette. I am Officer 1st Class, Karlos Meuller. My friend here is Officer 2nd Class, George Pilman.”
“It's nice to meet you Meuller, Pilman. Please, just call me ‘Willy’.”
“Yes your majes-... Willy.”
“How's your boys’ morning been?”
“Just fine sir. Me and my friend here were discussing matters related to the Germanics. Would you care to join us sir?”
Wilhelm sits on the bench, “Sure, I have nothing particularly planned today.”
The officer nods, then looks back at his friend, “Where was I?”
“You were talkin bout the Air Corps planning flights to AGU?”
“Oh yeah! So Willy, we were just talking about how those new aerial refuelers in AGU will affect our strategic bomber range. Oh, and the new ships we're buying from the Germanics.”
“Germanics?”, Wilhelm asks.
Pilman leans over to look at Wilhelm, “Yeah. They're called Germanics right? At least, that's what everyone we've met calls them.”
Wilhelm chuckles, “They're Germans! [I]Germanics! You know what? I like that so much, I'm going to start calling them that, see how they feel about it.”
Meuller continues, “Well, personally I think that this business with AGU is gonna wreck our military.”
Wilhelm looks at Meuller, wearing a stunned look on his face, “Pardon me?”
“I don't mean any disrespect, but I feel that if we rely on the union and their fancy electronic systems, we could easily waltz right into the overconfidence of their space-brained geeks. Besides, those Germanics are just about the cockiest motherf*ckers around. I mean, look at ‘em! They parade around everywhere like they own the place! They don't understand the determination of the Emnarian spirit. My grandfather[I] and [I]his father gave their lives for this empire! And that wasn't before they took 12 commies with ‘em! We don't need those overblown bureaucrats. Ya know what I say? We tell em to leave us to our own playground here in the Tsyemny, and we leave them to whatever they do over there.”
The Emperor frowns, “Listen. I understand your frustration, I will admit these thoughts have crossed my mind before. However, we must accept that we are Emnarians. For the past 150 years, we have been the dominant power in our corner of the globe. We have also become used to our views of being superior to everyone else. I agree, we as a people share an incredible determination, which has pushed us through Hell and back. However, it is always good to remember our place. I'm sure that I cannot convince even a small group of the military that the Germanic Union is a greater power than us; they will not hear it. However, I will do what I can. Besides, you speak as if we are adversaries. We are allies, we must work together for a better world. Also, the way of imperialism is on its way out. More and more democracies are emerging. We have existed as a state for a thousand years, and are holding strong. I have been blessed with the privilege of my position at a time of great stability and understanding from the public, during a period of great innovation and introduction to once foreign ideas. It is the strong Emnarian public, they are our job. You would have nothing to defend, I would have nothing to rule, this land would have nothing to cherish. The land we stand, sit, sleep, hunt, farm, and build on, has respected and protected us, just as we have, it. I believe that our nation will hold strong, and don't misunderstand me, the Germans- or Germanics, have made attempts to introduce new systems to Emnaria. However, I understand the value of our equipment, our doctrines, and our practices, and it has all been developed so much that it works. So, I have done my best to try and modernize our equipment, while keeping it easy to train on, and familiar to crews and the soldier.
As for your concerns with them interfering. I haven't actually had any guff from the union on matters regarding the Tsyemny. I am afraid whatever information you received there was misconstrued, or simply false. I believe that as Emnarians, we are, to some natural extent, superior to the Germans. However, we must temper our egos, and accept them as brothers.”
Meuller stands up and storms off, not even saluting Wilhelm on his way out. Pilman scoots over a couple inches, “I apologize for the rudeness of my friend. I am Officer Pilman.”
“Ah, yes. You've been extraordinarily quiet.”
“Yes. Meuller is, although a good friend, quite an ardent conservative. He is one of the “old breed” types, if you get my meaning. That attitude is part of the reason he outranks me. It doesn't bother me much however.”
“Hm, I see. What is your opinion?”
“Well, your majesty, I believe that the union is a great opportunity for us to gain a powerful friend. And, as you said, embrace them as the brothers they are. I feel this may be difficult, but give it a decade and I believe even the hardline conservative views of the military will come to accept the Germans. I am pronouncing ‘Germans’ correctly, yes?”
“Indeed.”
“It also provides, from the self-interest standpoint, an opportunity for Emnaria to spread its influence on the world stage. We have isolated ourselves for a long time, and I believe we should make every effort for others to understand our capability. If we continue this “meek and mild” foreign politics display, where we basically ignore them, other nations will come to see us as a mere ‘yield sign' instead of a ‘stop sign', if you will.”
“I see. Well, I understand your point well, it has troubled me. I do wish to make the Emnarian Empire a powerful force in international politics, however, we lack the resources, and opportunity to do so. This alliance will aid us in establishing further contacts and becoming more involved in international politics. However, we haven't had the extensive history of involvement in major wars involving multiple major powers. We have fought more than our share of wars, and won many, but we just haven't had the impact on the foreign world that the union has. I believe they will be the greatest friends we can get.”
“Agreed. Well your majesty, I must be off. I have a fellow officer I am supposed to meet at the West Court Cafe in 5 minutes. It was a pleasure meeting you sir.”
“You as well Pilman.”
Pilman stands up, salutes the Emperor, and briskly walks down the red dirt path. Wilhelm sits there for a while. He contemplates the conversation, each detail, each ideal. Suddenly he feels a single cold speck on his face, followed by another. He looks up to see a curtain of white snow descending upon the courtyard. Each snowflake fills its own place in the complex puzzle which will form a blanket upon the ground. He stands up, removes his cap, brushes it off, and replaces it. He walks over to the door which he entered through, and makes his way back to his room.
As he enters his bedroom, he is confronted by a wave of cold. The chill of the room pierces his coat, he walks over to the fireplace and kneels down. He spends the next minutes building a cozy fire, something to bring warmth to the room.
The stone fireplace echoes with the crackle of the orange blaze. Wilhelm stands up and walks over to his desk. He opens the curtain in front of it and sits down, grabbing a sheet of clean white paper, and a quill. In his elegant, old-school cursive handwriting, he begins:
“To his majesty, Kaiser Ferdinand I,
I address this letter to you today, with the hopes that I may further the relationship between our countries. I regret the absence of personal correspondence, but I have been quite busy.
The Empire greatly appreciates our countries’ newfound friendship, it has spurred Emnaria on into the international diplomatic stage, and sponsored a time of innovation and economic boom.
As a people, us Emnarians have been in almost a constant state of war for the past 150 years, only 30 of which were times of peace. We have grown used to being a “lone wolf” of sorts, stuck out on our own. Yet, instead of holding us back, we adapted to embrace it, to build upon it as our strength, not our weakness. However, with such a stubborn, independent spirit taking hold in the nation, it has proven difficult to open relations with foreign countries; it is much akin to opening the floodgates of a big dam upon a small creek, it is simply too much water that the creek is not ready for.
Therefore, I contact you today, with somewhat of a favor to ask. It is in my best interest to enlighten the public to the idea of accepting an ally, rather than the suspicious caution which has so far taken hold. I believe that a diplomatic visit between our nations would do well for our publics to see the mutual friendship we share, rather than a relationship that merely exists on paper. I also believe that through some method, our militaries should push to further mingle and cooperate, hopefully building a level of trust.
Furthermore, I understand the high reliance upon tungsten for your military. As this is the second-most mined metal ore in Emnaria, I believe it is only fair that Emnaria repay the Union in its efforts by supplying it with such materiel. It is the least I can do.
Our two nations, though a very rocky start, have come to accept each other as allies. I only hope we may take our place alongside each other in war and peace, as brothers, not just friends. In relation to the maritime border enforcement crisis, the Emnarian government does not wish to punish the officers involved. To do so, in my eyes, would be hypocritical, Emnaria fares no better with its own officer Corps.
I hope we may meet each other some time soon. With best wishes,
Emperor Wilhelm Von Saksen I”