The Engellachian Shuffle

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  1. Engellachia

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    Lodge of Legislators in Vesper,
    Capital of the West Engell Republic

    “That’s it, the nay’s have it, the motion for Midterm Elections has FAILED!” a Republican gavel holder declared before slamming that gavel angrily over and over until the wooden handle cracked. Supporters of the bill were either groaning in lament or rising to their feet to begin shouting at the stone faced Republicans, who remained sitting in their unofficial uniforms of black suit and tie. Metropolitan Police however reached them first, shoving the mostly old Republican men down harshly to the ground to be arrested.

    Madame Veronica North, the socialist opposition leader, simply made a run for the exit towards the press, where Vesper 24 reporter Nicole Furroughs stood front and center as North had instructed. “This is the second time the southerners have interfered in our democratic process,” Veronica calmly relayed, “Prime Minister Edwin Grafton is a Cusso-SoCR Stooge who intends to prostitute Engellachia to the South!”.

    Questions and reactions from other reporters began to ring out, but Veronica pressed on: “And with the help of the Vesper Metropolitan Attorneys Office, Vesper Police will be pursuing a warrant for the Prime Minister’s arrest to be executed the moment his plane returns from his traitorous trip to the South!”

    Then, as precisely bribed to do so, the Metro Police Chief arrived in scene of the camera to tower over her and the press. “Mister Grafton has waged war upon our proud city -” he barked through a thick North Thaumantic accent, “If or when he attempts to re-enter the city he will, we hope, be brought in to custody peacefully!”

    Questions rang out for Madame North, but she was already eyeing an exit. “I am heading east to Sylvania immediately, if Mister Grafton thinks he can go south to Welmonton and sell our Republic out to the Engellexian Pound, he has another thing coming - the might of Engellachians and Sylvanians standing together in social democratic solidarity!”

    With police chaperones in tow the politician practically ran to the door containing private hallways. Once inside she was embraced and kissed deeply with the tongue of Felix Ilchester, her primary co-conspirator in this and the previous year’s catastrophe.

    “Grafton ought not leave Beautancus alive, but if Steinvasser can’t deliver him the final round of poison, I have Heydendahl’s word he will deliver him to us personally!” Ilchester said with villainous exuberance. Together they walked hand in hand, laughing and cursing the Republicans, Cussians, and praising Grafton’s stupidity of deploying the military across the world for some ridiculous exercises while they plotted their takeover with the metropolitan police.

    Far away on the other side of the continent, Grafton was coughing out a lung in the presence of the leaders of Beautancus, SoCR, and Clarenthia while Ilchester and North were crossing the border of Vesper and Sylvania in a luxury SUV.
     
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    Greenhouse at the Manor of Hubert Hogan,
    Bearskull Junction, State of Engellachia - WER


    "You want to whip and tongue that sucker and make a scion," Hubert Hogan whispered to three of his Grandchildren, a small knife in hand, "Then look here, I merge the tongues - see how they fit together like a puzzle now? That was branches from two different trees, that I tie together now, and I've grafted the green maple with the red; what do you youngsters think of that?" the mining oligarch asked.

    "Doesn't it hurt the tree, Opa?" the youngest at 4 years old , Henry answered with a question. The others, a boy and girl of 7 and 10 respectively, crossed their arms. "What do you think Hube?" Hogan asked his seven year old namesake. "Who cares?" the younger Hubert replied. "And what do you think Helen?" the Grandfather said, handing the knife over to the youngest boy.

    "Father says growing is pain, and that change can be difficult . ." Helen answered, deeply staring at the grafted tree branches. That moment a secretary nearly as ancient as Hogan busted through into the greenhouse, "Apologies sir, I know I'm never to interrupt family time, but it's the Doctor - you know the one. He demands to speak with you immediately!"

    The lady secretary pressed a home phone into Hubert's gloved hands, mouthing apologies in silence. Hogan brought the phone to his ear and immediately heard the whizzes, clicks, and rings of levels upon levels of the Cussian wizard's espionage machinery. No one else in the world, not the children or the secretary, could hear what Doctor Cypreau was saying to Hubert. "I see, I see, Doc" Hubert Replied, "Aren't you getting awfully tired of these politicians and their daytime soap operas? Hell, just a minute Doc."

    Hubert pulled the phone from his mouth and motioned to his secretary, "Who wants lunch? Mrs. Soboleva can treat y'all and teach you how to dress Zakuski, huh?". The two boys cheered, meat and bread - just the idea, had their mouths watering after a morning of being ordered around by their Grandfather. Helen stood still, staring yet deeper at her Grandfather now, "I'm not hungry, Opa. Are you unwell, or why are you talking to a doctor?"

    "Why Lady Helen, he thinks Engellachia is sick. Take the phone and tell him what you think!" Hubert encouraged. Helen, a blonde string bean of a child, stepped forward as her brothers ran away. "Hello? Mister Doctor? Yes, Engellachia is sick, oh so sick truly. But I met a man I want to marry last week who Grandpa says can make us better . . Oh, you don't know who that is? Mister Heiden, or is it Heyden?"

    Hubert ruffled the girls hair and pointed her to Mrs. Soboleva who was holding the door open for her; she nodded and ran to join her siblings. Hubert Hogan raised the phone back to his own ear and mouth, "I'm passing the puck, or I guess for you folks: I'm throwing the ball to Heydendahl."

    "Uh-huh, well - sometimes you have to lose some money to gain some money. I've lost a lot of money, Doc, but I'm not going to lose it all. I'm putting my money behind this kid with the Private Military Companies, I'm telling you it's providence and pure Thaumanticana - Rydell in the flesh for Engellachians. Attach all of your bugs and safeguards to him, I don't care, just don't get in his way - he can fix this little problem with the politicians yet!"
     
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    On Broken Roads North,
    Upper Engellachia Near Pohjanma


    "Sonn'a bitch, Jaylon!" Clint screamed before skidding out and to the side off poorly paved roads. Their truck failed and kept from mounting the road again, and troops behind them advanced to lay down planks or offer advice on how to lay the difficult path north between Engellachia and Pohjanmaa. Orders months late instructed them to cover the melting paths north to the border, hoping to save energy and supply expenditures as the artillery division shuttered irresponsibly along a dangerous frontier.
     
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    Disadvantaged at Sea,

    Bad to worse then infighting and disarray was the daily grind of a West Engell, Combined Armed Forces service member. That there was never enough food for all was not on purpose, it was off budget, that their ships lagged and lurched behind their Thaumantic allies wasn't by design - it was simply reality.

    Marsha McCormick sucked on a spot of rye bread as Cussian Jets flew by, bitter and sweet. Spitting out a chunk of sand or rock in the bread, Marsha crossed her arms and leaned back in her beleaguered Temptest fighter jet.

    "Wolverine?" she heard suddenly over the radio. "Wolverine-1, communications online, we have orders to fly Freedom of Navigation into Justosian Naval perimeters!"
     
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