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I miss home. This was the thought that entered Danica Ambrozije's mind as the Branimira entered the orbit of Oberon, and as with the UMS formation summit, she first entered a shuttle to head down to the Pordish colonial capital, a shuttle which housed a transport of its own to take her through the wide streets of the colony to the place where they would meet. To say Danica was looking forward to this would be... an overstatement. Unlike before, she was going alone, and unlike before, she was hoping to get it done as quickly as possible so that the Triskeli blockade would hopefully be lifted, or at least the FTLi in the system would be removed. It was all becoming too much of a hassle. A hassle in which she was swiftly losing her patience. Granted, it was mostly her own fault, attempting to emulate the Alterrans, and to play firefighter regarding the inevitable friction that arose between the natives and the UMS. She'd been in PW-1 longer than she had intended, and it was her fault she was so frustrated. Which just frustrated her more. But none of this showed on her face as she exited the transport and trudged toward the villa in her form-fitting environmental suit, a repulsor field keeping her from being buffeted by heavy winds. She didn't need it, and honestly not even the wind would likely bother her, but she felt it good to keep up appearances. No need to scare the natives, after all. Entering the villa and reaching the meeting area, Danica gave a respectful bow. "Admiral nam-Kalzhak, thank you for calling this summit. I am Danica Ambrozije, Supreme Leader of the Republic of Kressnia," she said, speaking in Pordish; her fluency had greatly improved since the Balkan Summit months ago. She brought before him a gift of her own that had been in a protective case slung over her back: A ceremonial rifle, which greatly resembled bolt-action rifles from centuries before the republic was founded. "This is a rifle of the 1st Kressnian Infantry Regiment; or as we call them, 'the Old Guard'. While my nation isn't known for its martial prowess, the Old Guard is so named because it is the oldest active military unit in the Republic, having existed since the republic's founding five centuries ago, and they are the personal guard of the Supreme Leader."

Danica frowned heavily at his words as she took them in, and slowly shook her head. "I do not want worship," she said. "Not anymore. When I was younger and more arrogant, yes... I thought that to be worshipped by these creatures that cannot even sense my power, let alone use their own, was something I would like, something I deserved, after it being drilled over and over into my head growing up that I was beyond anyone my people had ever seen or would ever see. But not anymore." She turned to face him. "I know that, eventually, I'll have no choice but to reveal my true nature to the people I now consider more family to me than my own ever were. I dread that day, because I've lied to them all for so long, because I did not want them to believe I was any different than they were. I didn't want them to fear me. I didn't want them to label me a witch and rightfully call me a deceiver, and hate me. For all I know, those things will happen. But I also feel that I'll be worshipped as well, which terrifies me. Because people believe their gods can do no wrong... And if there is one thing I've learned since living among humanity, it's that I am very fallible. I do not deserve such praise and never will."

Danica furrowed her brow at this figure. What in the Winds was he even on about? Her demeanor shifted from defensive to... Honestly curious, once he mentioned Evermoure, a being she had actually met over in NS-1. Perhaps he was the real deal after all, something that was more and more likely the more she thought about it... Until it made too much sense. No-one else could have that sort of insight as to know her name. No-one else in these universes knew her mother tongue outside of Kavisithiir. And certainly no-one had deigned to tell her that she really was worthy of being a goddess, because she had not broached the subject with the Alterrans, and the High Elders who raised her had no frame of reference beyond Kavisithiir. Yes, it all made sense... Though she didn't quite get why prostrating was necessary. He was death itself, why bother sumbitting physically that which claimed everyone when she already submitted to that knowledge itself? Still... best not to anger him or else he'd decide to end her early. "Please forgive me, Miquiztli," she said, her voice now more normal as she approached him and knelt in submission, in the manner that she had knelt to the High Elders so long ago in deference to their will. Although she had grown tired of them holding her back even after her training had been completed, because they feared she would become like the mages she was created from. And why wouldn't she have grown tired of it? She had been told for her entire life up to the point she left that there would be no Kavisithiir before or after her that would match her, let alone surpass her. She was Anu'tari, the True Child of the Winds, though she had rejected that title upon leaving. But here, though, here was one she would never equal. A figure worthy of kneeling toward, whether she liked it or not. "I have never encountered a being such as yourself before, nor do I know of whatever woman you speak of, though I have met Evermoure," she said, keeping her head down. "But I do not understand... Why do you keep calling me a goddess? There's no way I'm that powerful, not among those who are like me... Is there?"

Danica backed up further as he approached, into the nearest wall which she pressed herself against. He knows my name. That simple thought scared her more than anything else so far. She had told no-one of her true name since leaving Kavisithiir, not even the Archons of Alterra that she had met, beings that she now knew were like her in that they drew power from the same source as she did, the very power that made up herself and her entire species. She had not even thought of herself as being "Dretviri Magronos" in over a quarter of a century, having divorced herself from that identity and the past that had come with it as much as possible. But she fought through this, and through the terror she was feeling. She was Danica Ambrozije, dammit! She did not get scared like this, screaming voices and Eldritch Abominations be damned! Straightening up and setting her jaw, Danica met the other figure's gaze readily now, regaining her confidence in herself. This figure might have been something she'd never seen, might have been the personification of death considering what he called himself, but she wasn't going to cower and whimper before it like a sniveling little girl! "My name is Danica Ambrozije," she said, her voice firm. "What tribute do you want from me? If it's my soul you want, you'll find I'm not willing to part with it quite so easily. I have a nation to protect."

Danica's gaze snapped to the figure that spoke, and her eyes widened slightly as she took in his appearance; the closest thing she'd seen to this man's look was the Tonina, most specifically Prince K'inich B'alam. But more than his appearance, his aura was what caused her the most discomfort. It was... wrong, in a manner she could not completely determine and yet which she already knew. This man... This... thing, was unlike any being Danica had ever encountered. He was not of the Winds-- or the WellSpring. He was not of any power Danica had seen in NS-1 or PW-1. And this terrified her in a way she had never felt terror before. She was an exceedingly intelligent woman, she had known this for a long time. She prided herself on being able to grasp concepts foreign to her very quickly. But this was something she couldn't wrap her head around. And to cap things off, this thing had called her a goddess. Danica knew she was powerful. She knew that as far as her home universe was concerned she might as well have been God, because she was the only one of her kind to breach the barriers between Kavisithiir and the realm of humanity. But the time she had considered herself worthy of the title "goddess" was long over, decades past. She had grown as a person since then, had become more... Human. "I--" Danica tried to say, but she faltered, trying to find her tongue. "I... Pardon me for seeming rude, but... What in the Winds are you...?"

As quickly as the shift in atmosphere came, Danica reacted, her head snapping up at the dimming lights and the odd laughter. Immediately, instinctively, she attempted to discover the presence behind these sounds, and paused as she heard a voice speaking to her... in her own tongue. A language she had not used since her arrival on the planet of Kressnia thirty years prior, after leaving Kavisithiir itself. She backed up, her green eyes darting around the darkening area as her pulse quickened. She looked to the fireplace, saw the flames looking as if some dark presence were outright eating them, and her eyes widened. Where is it? Where is it?! she thought frantically, her mind rapidly working over the possibilities of who or what could be contacting her-- And then the screaming began. She wasn't the one screaming, no-- it was someone else, some woman she had never met and never would meet, but the emotions felt like her own. The despair, the madness, the fear of a fate Danica could not comprehend, the rage-- at herself or at those around her? Danica didn't know-- it seemed to freeze her in place, reverberating through her very being, as if it were her emotion coming through-- Nothing. The screams had stop. And Danica felt alone. More alone than she had ever felt, because... there was nothing. She was nothing, for a few brief horrifying moments. And then she came back to her senses, and she was staring up at the ceiling, having fallen to the floor in what she assumed to be a panic attack. "An illusion. That was all that was," she murmured in her mother tongue without realizing it, and she slowly picked herself up. What in the Winds could have done such a thing to me... she thought, utterly bewildered. What could have possibly escaped her notice like that?

The Novi Dvor, Kressnian Belgrade One week after the Martian Conflict The night air was calm, only a gentle breeze nudging a small set of wind chimes outside the window as Danica Ambrozije, Supreme Leader of the Republic of Kressnia, sat in the study of the Colonial Governor's residence, which he was graciously sharing with her before she left to go back to NS-1. She was poring over a centuries-old text; a firsthand account of the Great Interstellar War of her home universe-- the largest conflict ever waged by that universe's humanity, spanning the entire settled area of the Orion Arm up to that point in time and which had seen many millions of soldiers fielded over fifteen years, and many more lives lost by its end. This book had once been a bestseller, centuries ago. Here, now, it was a near-priceless artifact. She was reading this book in particular in order to try to get a sense of perspective about it, because the PW-1 universe, while housing Kressnia's first, only, and quite successful multiversal colony, continuously seemed to be a tinderbox waiting to go up in an explosion as the Union of Multiversal States continuously clashed with the natives of Orbis, most specifically the space-faring ones, because the largest members of the UMS seemed to see the Orbisians as beneath their need to acknowledge, while the Orbisians seemed to bristle at the slightest perceived threatening move or gesture by the UMS-- or rather, those members that acted individually, but it appeared that at least some of the Orbisians could not be bothered to separate sovereign nations from an alliance of them. And then there was Kressnia. A republic with one star system and a relatively small amount of land on Orbis to its name, it was dwarfed by its allies-- and, in turn, dwarfed a number of the powers of PW-1, though not all of them. The republic had not bothered to get involved with all these affairs, content to remain in the Balkans... While undergoing a remilitarization project that would, if all went according to Danica's vision, lead to a well-organized and well-equipped military with tens of millions of personnel and over one hundred thousand military-grade ships to protect its citizenry. Still not a major force within the sphere of the UMS, but far stronger than it had ever been before, even during the Great Interstellar War. The people were surprisingly supportive of this initiative, and civilians were signing up in droves, driven by the desire to protect their home and assist their allies-- nearly too many to keep up the demand with. Perhaps she'd have to contact the Kutathi Orbital Fabricators and renegotiate their deal... Danica closed the book after marking where she left off, and sighed. These people, her beloved, adopted people, trusted in her so much that they were willing to, at least for now, betray a principle of demilitarization that they had had for four hundred out of their five hundred years of existence. This both flattered her, and scared her out of her mind; because if she had had a choice, this militarization would never have been brought up. The Kressnian Self-Defense Force would have remained an in-system militia. But with how things in PW-1, at least, could go down at any point in the near future, Kressnia needed to be prepared for such an eventually... She simply hoped that it wouldn't lead to her people changing for the worse. "Damn it all," Danica muttered to herself as she set her elbows on her desk and put her face in her hands. She hated turning so introspective, but it had become more and more frequent ever since the lives of all Kressnians were changed forever.

As the others talked, Danica was busy thumbing through her smartphone (as that was essentially what it was), but she froze as Captain Lancer made her offer and looked to the other woman. "Supplies for a trillion soldiers," she repeated, slightly aghast. "I don't know if Kressnia can supply that much hardware, but we'll certainly try. As for my end..." She sent a number of highly detailed schematics to Niri, showing a number of designs for militarized star ships. None were particularly huge by the standards of the UMS founders the largest being just below 1200 meters. The smaller ones had a rather boxy, utilitarian design to them, much like the usual Kressnian vessels. The larger ones, designated as cruisers and battleships, actually looked not-dissimilar to Star Destroyers. "These are the sorts of vessels my people are planning to create. You'll be pleased to know our orders are not quite as large as Triskel's. We're taking our militarization somewhat slowly, working in stages. Our current benchmark is to have around twenty more thousand vessels within two years. Certainly doable for you, I'm sure," she said, smiling. "Granted, when I say twenty-thousand in two years I'm going off the timetables of my own people. For all I know this could be a serious lowball figure from your perspective."

After inwardly flinching at the mistake she made regarding the Tonina, Danica's eyes widened slightly as the Chernigovan Emperor spoke through one of the delegates; and then she mentally balked at his logic. Hold on a minute, she thought. He wanted to avoid war... by aggressively rejecting the Toninan offer. What. But it was B'alam's response to this that truly surprised her-- or perhaps not. She felt the waves of pure rage emanating from the man even without her powers, so obvious was his contempt for those before him; most specifically the absent Emperor. Her lips parted slightly as he got up and paced, ranting, and for a few moments all she could see was him, his righteous anger at what he perceived as the Emperor's cowardice, and his clear distress that such a man would be willing to risk the lives of his own people due to a quest for immortality. All points that Danica found herself agreeing with, though she dimly remembered she wasn't supposed to side with either party; that didn't stop her from going a bit glassy-eyed, All this emotion and passion seemed to hit her in waves, and she crossed one leg over the other reflexively before she was able to snap back to her senses. Blinking rapidly to refocus, she stood as well as B'alam finished his impassioned speech, her legs trembling slightly under the table. "P-please, Lord B'alam, control yourself!" she managed to say, moving over to the furious Toninan heir and resisting the urge to touch him to help get her plea across; instead she looked into his eyes, her own showing clear concern for himself but also for those he was yelling at. "The point of this meeting is to make peace, and that cannot happen if insults are being thrown. Please... calm down," she said, her voice softening a bit as she looked to him. And then she looked to the Chernigovans. "Your Majesty-- Despite his anger, Lord B'alam makes very valid points. The Maya as a whole are firm believers in honor, both personal and national. To them, your response to their proposal was an incredible affront, an affront deep enough to call for war. And Lord B'alam is clearly upset by what he perceives as you risking the lives of your own people to fulfill a personal ambition for immortality, offending Lord B'alam even further by not being here personally. That is... Extremely irresponsible by any measurable standard of leadership. I'm not completely sure of what you can do to fix this, but at the very least you should apologize for acting so carelessly in the face of imminent war. That is a good place to start, wouldn't you agree?"

"Lord B'alam, please, there's no need for insults," Danica said in response to the Prince's words. "I'm sure that Emperor Alexei has a good reason to have not attended this meeting, and I also am sure that he vested in this group the authority to speak for him. If we could please, I would like to get right to this matter: The Mayan Confederation offered Chernigov a contract of vassalhood as payback for being attacked by the French Coalition for... Well, I'm honestly still unsure of why this thing even happened." She looked toward the Chernigovan ambassador, a thoughtful frown on her beautiful face. "This offer was very aggressively and, to the Maya, rudely declined by your Emperor. I would like to know why this happened, because this was an affront to Mayan honor-- and they take honor extremely seriously."

The speed at which the Chernigovan representative and his group arrived caught Danica momentarily off-guard, but she recovered, bustling over to the Voice. "I'm honored to have you here," she said to him and those with him with another smile, and looked back to the Voice. "Please, sit if you so desire; this meeting isn't overly official. If anyone needs anything, say so and I'll send for it if we have it. Now!" She clacked back over to the table and resumed her seat, and spoke to them both now. "We're here today because of... What I'm sure is simply a grave misunderstanding that should honestly not lead to war and death. Do you agree on this?"

By the time B'alam had entered the Novi Dvor and into the meeting hall, Danica had already gotten herself a glass of wine, and was sipping it. She stopped mid-sip as the Prince entered, her eyes wandering over his form briefly and mentally grinning as he looked to her. She didn't agree with B'alam on much, if anything, but she couldn't deny she found him attractive. A muscular, magically powerful being clad in nothing but a loincloth? Oh, yes. But these thoughts were incredibly unprofessional, and she banished them as she let her own considerable power out to be sensed by him; because the last time they had met, they had gotten off to a... rocky start, due to Danica's hiding of her magical power when amongst others of similar power-- particularly their Pordish hosts; he had angrily approached her over what he had believed to be a grievous offense to those around them after a brief slip-up in which she had let loose her aura for a brief moment or so, and she had calmly deflected him as she had been amongst her non-magical aides, and did not want them to know the truth at that time. But here, she allowed herself the freedom to let her aura out and wash over him. And when his telepathic message reached her, she gave him a smile meant to soothe him, standing and sashaying over to him. Perhaps. But hopefully the jaguar will not see fit to kill this animal in response, she thought to him as she got closer. "Lord B'alam, you honor me with your presence," she said to him, giving a slight bow and smiling beautifully. "It's a pleasure to see you once again." And good that you have a new hand, she thought to herself. She was one of exceedingly few beings-- possibly the only one-- that remembered two distinct timelines involving that original summit: One in which Secretary Malcolm Shore of the United Terran Alliance, whom had attended this summit as an observer, had hacked into secure communications of the Triskelion Federation's empress while their empress was present with armed guards, and in the ensuing diplomatic fracas B'alam had cut off his own hand in furious protest over this incredible breach of protocol, and which had led to a war between the UTA and their allies, and the UMS. But at some point that timeline had looped around back to the summit and played differently, in which Shore had been an "insufferable dick" (in Danica's own words) but war had been averted. It was this second timeline that they followed up to now. And then there were the time loops regarding the Toninan invasion of Orbis' American Southwest ("It's like that ancient film 'Edge of Tomorrow', but shittier"), and the various timeline aberrations in the Kressnian Summit months ago. Ugh. Thinking about the intricacies of timelines made her head hurt.

Belgrade, Kressnian Yugoslavia Two days after the Martian Conflict The Novi Dvor was, for the most part, silent, compared to the bustling activity that usually went on inside the building. There was no important banquet or displays needing to be made for those foreign dignitaries that would be arriving today, because this was a somewhat-informal meeting. Still, the quiet that filled the old building was slightly disconcerting to Andrej Vlastimirovic as he moved through its halls. A small frown appeared on his face as he moved past the armed guards that stood at strategic positions in the palace, hallways and doorways, unmoving and not distracted. These men were members of the 1st Kressnian Infantry Regiment, the oldest such unit in the republic's history. Highly trained and even more disciplined, the "Old Guard" was mostly ceremonial in nature, but still held immense prestige as the personal guard of the Supreme Leader, their immediate family, and other high-ranking officials such as the President and those related to them. Andrej had learned to ignore these soldiers just as they ignored him, and he moved into the large room which had, previously, hosted a summit wherein the Supreme Leader had met with representatives of several nations on Orbis and the Kressnians' own allies in the UMS. Today, there was little but a single table meant to be where discussion regarding the recent Martian conflict was to be had. At the head was the Supreme Leader herself, looking dignified and proper as ever as she talked quietly with a few other aides, but... Andrej paused, frowning further. He'd been taken under the Supreme Leader's wing a year ago, and was by her side at nearly all official meetings she held. He had learned her mannerisms and facial expressions well, and he noticed something slightly worrying: The Supreme Leader seemed... tired, almost. In the time he had known her, Danica Ambrozije had been a nearly-unflappable, indefatigable rock which had borne the responsibility of leading the republic's ten billion souls well. Very little seemed to faze her, or make her lose patience. But as he met her gaze, he found that something in it that he had rarely seen, if ever: She didn't want to be here. This was understandable, he thought as he approached her. She'd delayed her return to NS-1 and the Turanov system a few times already, and it was beginning to wear thin on her. As much as she liked being on a version of Earth, even she had to be feeling homesick. "Your Excellency," Andrej said softly as he approached the table, and Danica waved the others away with a dismissive gesture. "You don't have to be here. Please, feel free to go home, perhaps I could take over--" "No, Andrej," Danica said, and she met his gaze evenly. "I made the offer for this meeting, and I must see it through, no matter the outcome. I appreciate your concern for me, but I believe I can make it for one more day. While I don't doubt your diplomatic skill now, at the risk of sounding melodramatic, for better or worse I'm probably the best chance for avoiding another, possibly much longer war in this universe. But... thank you, for offering." Andrej nodded. "Of course, Excellency. If I'm needed, please don't hesitate to call on me." "Of course, Andrej." _____________________________ The young man nodded and left the room, and as Danica watched him leave, she sighed, resisting the urge to put her head in her hands. She missed home. And in a weird twist of... was it irony? She had decided it was actually easier to oversee and govern ten billion people than it was to act as a mediator for great, prideful powers-- either terrestrial or space-bound, galactic or multiversal. But perhaps it was her own not-insignificant sense of pride in herself and her abilities as a politician that led her to shoulder this burden. If this fails, there could be a lot of bloodshed. Would it be on my hands? she asked herself, her eyes going a bit glassy as she considered the implications of this. Was she being too melodramatic? Maybe. But she took this as seriously as she did any other pursuit she took as Supreme Leader. Regardless, she knew one thing was certain: It would be a while yet before she could relax again, and just be Danica Ambrozije.

OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM SUPREME LEADER DANICA AMBROZIJE In the interest of avoiding a conflict that could, potentially, see several members of the Union of Multiversal States involved and possibly fighting each other, not to mention the natives of the PW-1 universe, I, Supreme Leader Danica Ambrozije of the Republic of Kressnia, am personally offering to mediate this dispute between Czar Alexei Lysenko, Prince K'inich B'alam the Thirteenth, and a representative of the Triskelion Empire, if they do choose to participate. This meeting will be held within two days in Kressnian Belgrade if it is agreed upon. Please respond to this statement if you agree to this plan.

Danica pursed her lips as she listened to Niri s'Kutath's introduction, and her brow furrowed as she looked at the services offered by the holo-board. In truth, the republic wasn't in need of medical supplies or any sort of augmentations, and the production of most military equipment for the KSDF was going at a steady pace, as the KSDF initiative had proven more successful than Danica had ever expected. While total active and reserve members of both the KSDF Army and Navy still numbered less than one percent of Kressnia's population of ten billion people, the population had taken to the idea of it surprisingly well, which pleased Danica as she had had to market the idea to them, and if it were not for public approval of the idea, it would not have gone through. Her musings, however, were interrupted by a buzzing in her pocket; she took out a device not dissimilar to a 21st century smartphone, but with far expanded communication abilities; apparently Kressnian ships had picked something up and the Branimira relayed this to her in an... informal manner. CONFLICT ALREADY OVER CHERNIGOV SURRENDERED; TRISKEL OFFERED SANCTUARY FOR LEADER WE THINK TONINA GOT INVOLVED, PRINCE B'ALAM OFFERED VASSALHOOD TO CHERNIGOV; HARSH BY OUR STANDARDS, OFFER RUDELY REJECTED CHERNIGOV PISSED. TONINA PISSED. PRETTY SURE TRISKEL PISSED; INTER-UMS WAR LOOKS IMMINENT WHAT DO Oh dear God in Heaven, really?! Danica thought, and she replied quickly, saying she'd make a statement of her own. And because she was capable of multitasking, this statement was typed up even as she spoke to the Mri. "The Kressnian Self-Defense Force's naval branch is doing well, but part of my plans when I pitched this initiative was the creation of larger, more properly standardized warships over a set period of time. The issue is, recruitment is much higher than I initially expected, and so the timetables will need to be sped up. I trust that an organization with the resources and experience like yours is more than up to the task of assisting in this regard," Danica said, looking up to the Mri as she typed. The message to the Maya, Triskeli, and Chernigovian governments didn't take long to finish and send.

Tlaloc 22 Danica had never been inside a Mri station before-- or any ship of theirs for that matter-- so she took the time to admire the architecture inside as she was walked to the meeting room. Along the way, she received a message in her combead-- an earpiece that was small enough to fit into her inner ear without obstructing her hearing. From it the voice of the Branimira's captain, Anastasija Cravic, spoke to her. "Your Excellency, things in-system seem to be heating up. There's something going on around Mars, and the Pords have set up an FTLi interdiction field covering thirty AU." "Understood, captain... We may have to delay my heading back to Turanov then. Keep me updated," Danica said softly, pressing a fingertip to her ear to communicate. "Understood, Supreme Leader." Passing through the miniature rift gate and shuddering at the odd feeling of it against her form, she blinked. After a shake of her head, she looked to Governess Ariel and smiled. "It's a pleasure to be here," she said, before taking her seat. "Even with the... unpleasantness that has just erupted in the system. Hopefully things can be finished quickly."

While I wouldn't call them journalists (they're really YouTube commentators), guys like Sargon of Akkad, TL;DR, MundaneMatt, the Honey Badger Brigade, Kraut & Tea, Chris Ray Gun, and others are pretty cool. I've been a fan of Sargon since I discovered him during #GamerGate's big boom in 2014/2015, and branched out from there. I recently subscribed to Paul Joseph Watson, who works at InfoWars, and I listened to much of their 50+ Hour Election Night stream. The thing I like about these guys is, they don't all agree with each other. Hell, I don't always agree with them, and they run the gamut from comedy to serious, and they don't all cover the same things. But they have enough in common to usually get along and have discussions, which is nice. As for actual journalism, I only really know about Breitbart because of Milo Yiannopoulos (who I'm also subscribed to on YouTube), and I've not read the Drudge Report.

Tlaloc 22 In contrast to the ships of the Triskeli and Pords, the next UMS member state to make for Tlaloc 22 was decidedly much humbler, by human standards: A sleek ship that looked as though it was designed by an artisan, less than a kilometer in length and possessing no weaponry of its own. This was the Branimira, the personal yacht and diplomatic transport of Supreme Leader Danica Ambrozije of Kressnia, and it glided through space in an almost leisurely manner. This trip to Orbis had gone on a little longer than Danica had expected, but she couldn't say that she was displeased. To finally set foot on Earth, or at least a version of it, had been quite a happy experience to the Supreme Leader, and though she knew this would probably be her last meeting attended in PW-1 for a while as she needed to get back to her duties in NS-1, she couldn't help but feel pride in just how quickly the Kressnian colonists had won over their Balkan "kin". The PW-1 Colony was a resounding success, and trade between it and the Turanov system was already flourishing; even some of the natives had opted to see Kressnia itself, and by all accounts they were quite pleased at how stable the republic was, considering that Orbis was in a continuous flux of nations and their holdings. As the Branimira entered Tlaloc 22 and docked after receiving permission, Danica exited the ship-- alone, with not even her bodyguards present. She had no fears of her personal safety, not here. The Mri were lukewarm to the UMS at best, but she knew they meant her or her people no harm, as the Kressnians were very careful to avoid offending them-- or any of the other species they had encountered.

I think she should have it back, shit on the map is kinda crazy. No offense to Wolfie, Zafri, and Lelouch.

Full Nation Name: The Republic of Kressnia Nation Lore Link: (Will make one) Short Summary of National History/Lore: The Republic of Kressnia was founded in the year 2202 BCE (it is currently 2721 BCE by their calendar) as a member state and frontier world of the Earth Systems Alliance in the BF-1 universe, which was later reformed into the Earth Systems Confederation after the Great Interstellar War (2301-2315 CE). For four centuries the Republic lived in peace, before a cosmic fluke transported them to the universe dubbed NS-1. Their presence in the Orbis system is their first foray into becoming a true multiversal power, however small. Map Claims: None, yet. Do you agree to abide by the Organic Ruleset?: Ye.

((OOC: I see... Interesting. Now I'm tempted to make a book around Kressnia.... Also, welcome to NatRP!))

On behalf of the Republic of Kressnia, Colonial Governor Roman Dubronovic of the Kressnian PW-1 Colony (informally known as "Kressnian Yugoslavia") warmly greets the Second Empire and hopes to have friendly relations in the future. ((OOC: Second Empire of what, exactly, if I may ask? There's a number of empires on Orbis now.))

The Trump Train has no brakes. And it never did.

You got a bad link there, I think. At least it's not showing up for me.

DONKEYS GET OUT REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE But in all seriousness, here's my victory post: Can't stump the Trump!