Justosia
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- Sep 8, 2018
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Intelligence Sub Ministry
20:46
Undisclosed location
In a dimly lit comms room the fledgling main arm of the Justosian intelligence services hit the ground running. They had produced a stunningly convincing DNA report implicit Caseo in the 'rape' of the now commonly known Queen Mirèo. Next was the stained dress. Again beautifully done. Now came the real work. The hunt. In this room Justosia's best IT nerds, recruited from across the empire, chased down the biggest Eiffellander troll pages targeting Mirèo. They had been hit already. They continued to overload the select few that hadn't been, well, ravaged. The next, more tedious task was setting up hundreds more pro Mirèo pages than they had already seen produced by their mystery ally. This impromptu alliance was already winning the day, or night.
"Damn. You see this stuff? Not bad. Whoever's helping us I bet their credentials are fat." One asset remarked.
"Fifty bucks brothers, fifty it's Serenierre." Another said.
"Nah, I bet it's Jyskerige-Østveg. You know they're not neutral anymore right?"
The Station Chief spoke up.
"I'd take the Serenierren bet. Those crazy commie, I mean State Capitalist - chuckling- motherfuckers.......they just look devious. Really though it doesn't matter. Any outside help we'll gladly take. The ink on our funds is still drying, but oh we'll catch up. This mystery ally. We'll use each other, for now...."
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Emperor's motorcade
En route back to palace
Nationalist Conference Chairman Reyes was kind enough to give HIM a ceremonial copy of the approved bill voiding the Eiffellander friendship treaty. He stamped his seal on it. He smirked looking out the window. He thought to himself.
"I wonder how many of my brothers and sisters have converted their limousines into mobile throne rooms......likely none. All neutered. What the hell happened to you Europe?"
20:46
Undisclosed location
In a dimly lit comms room the fledgling main arm of the Justosian intelligence services hit the ground running. They had produced a stunningly convincing DNA report implicit Caseo in the 'rape' of the now commonly known Queen Mirèo. Next was the stained dress. Again beautifully done. Now came the real work. The hunt. In this room Justosia's best IT nerds, recruited from across the empire, chased down the biggest Eiffellander troll pages targeting Mirèo. They had been hit already. They continued to overload the select few that hadn't been, well, ravaged. The next, more tedious task was setting up hundreds more pro Mirèo pages than they had already seen produced by their mystery ally. This impromptu alliance was already winning the day, or night.
"Damn. You see this stuff? Not bad. Whoever's helping us I bet their credentials are fat." One asset remarked.
"Fifty bucks brothers, fifty it's Serenierre." Another said.
"Nah, I bet it's Jyskerige-Østveg. You know they're not neutral anymore right?"
The Station Chief spoke up.
"I'd take the Serenierren bet. Those crazy commie, I mean State Capitalist - chuckling- motherfuckers.......they just look devious. Really though it doesn't matter. Any outside help we'll gladly take. The ink on our funds is still drying, but oh we'll catch up. This mystery ally. We'll use each other, for now...."
___________________________________________
Emperor's motorcade
En route back to palace
Nationalist Conference Chairman Reyes was kind enough to give HIM a ceremonial copy of the approved bill voiding the Eiffellander friendship treaty. He stamped his seal on it. He smirked looking out the window. He thought to himself.
"I wonder how many of my brothers and sisters have converted their limousines into mobile throne rooms......likely none. All neutered. What the hell happened to you Europe?"