The Rebirth of Renaissance....

[Justosia]

Avalon
Secure Government Quarter
11:38 PM

The smoke, rubble had cleared. The proper injuries sustained. The dual lore now irrefutable.

"Majesty needs to hold still." The Palace Royal Physician advised. The previous stitches had almost come undone.

The palace itself was untouched. Avalon blazed ever so slightly. It was perfect. Now, 3 nations stood in front of His Royal Majesty King Carlos Francisco II. At the mercy of his blame & PR sword tip ....

 

[Justosia]

Ceretia Outskirts
February 2
9:19 PM

"We both knew it would come to this Felipe. You wouldn't sign onto Divine Veil. You threatened to go internationale. You've done too much.......Minority Leader. Goodbye."

"PFFT......make your move you piece of shit."

-GUN FIRE-

 

[Justosia]

Avalon
Resecured Government Quarter
11:58 PM

It was over now. The 'insurrection'. Did the King of Justosia himself order the assassination of the leader of the opposition party? No. But that phone call should have forecasted the Royal Guard moving to reinforce the late Minority Speaker's position, his guard detail. They just didn't get there in time......

The borders were slowly being reopened. JNN was broadcasting again. HRM put the final touches on his speech. He usually hated addressing the Senate. He'd relish this occasion. Like his Absolute Monarch ancestors of time past, he saw something that was unacceptable, & laid waste to it. The old geopolitical order wasn't sufficient. It had to change. This 'insurrection' will serve that purpose. The leaders of the aforementioned 3 nations, well it wasn't business, it was personal. HRM had vowed to himself to make them, & their foreign ministry staff, regret coming to work in the morning. Each had personally insulted him in their own way. Each would, somehow, one way or another, sooner or later, pay.

Gaul was gone, to be replaced by a......better Minority Speaker. No one would dare question Justosian military spending or maneuvering now. At least domestically, if at all. No. It had to change. At of it.

The State of Emergency Nationale was still in effect......

 

[Justosia]

"Poke them, but not too hard......remind them they fucked with the wrong Divinely Righted sovereign, but not too fuckingly......the chess pieces don't matter when you make, or remake the board........or when you hit them with so many curveballs they feint." HRM thought to himself.

His heavily guarded motorcade arrived at the senate main entrance. An aide approached.

"Your Majesty, Justosia is waiting for you."

 

[Justosia]

Ministry Defence de Royale
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

HRM King Carlos Francisco II, Defence Minister Delgado, & Finance Minister Diego sat at a beautifully polished oak table, guards, Royal Guards, & aides in toe. How to move forward.....

"Gentlemen, I now have ample public, political, and moral support for Defence Readiness Two. This project will never see the light of day. I won't make that mistake twice." HRM proudly declared.

Minister Diego didn't want to shit on his sovereign's parade, but there was little other choice....

"My king, Defence Readiness One almost put us in the red, exhausted the surplus left by your father, bankrupted Justosia. There's no money for this. There won't be for at least five years, and you may need to raise taxes again, or the party might....."

HRM looked at his Finance Minister & chuckled.

"Almost Juan, almost. No I calculated that perfectly. Phase One is complete. Phase Two is what's about to happen now......"

HRM & Delgado rolled up their sleeves. Revealing matching tattoos saying Divine Veil in old Justosian. Phase One was the false flag 'rebellion'....

"Majesty, Minister Delgado, what is this? What is going on?" Diego anxiously inquired.

"My destiny. Your destiny. Justosia's destiny Minister. Consider yourself honoured I have decided to trust you enough to TRULY make you a member of governmental de Royale. You do run the economy after all. Operation Divine Veil was sanctioned in nineteen forty nine. After the Civil War. To ensure full continuity of government, our government.....our, my Divine Right. Minister my family, the dynasty is bigger, much bigger than officially disclosed. The Prime Minister, Intelligence Sub Minister, Senate Speaker, incoming Senate Minority Speaker, Vice Grand Admiral, Vice Air Marshal, Vice Grand General, and Minister Delgado here, are all my brothers, my kin, Franciscos. The Great Southern Kingdom of Justosia was founded by my family. They literally broke ground on it. It is OURS first. We are its true, only, and eternal stewards. Little is different other than a name change. This was done to ensure no traitor could ever again usurp the Silver Throne......"

The Finance Minister simply sat there....

"...........I have questions I believe I'm owed answers to. What is the Prime Minister's real name?"

"Raffaello Iglesias Francisco."

"Why only the Vice Lords?"

"I'm not without my honour. I owe the noble families SOMETHING. Save for those traitors. They're quite comfortable in their positions of power now. With my swords right behind their necks should they ever even dream of a coup."

"How many know?"

"Every member, Her Majesty, and his Highness Royale my son, and now you."

"Why tell me now?"

"I believe I've already made that clear."

"The Defence Minister's real name?"

"Armando Javier Francisco." The Defence Minister chimed in to formally introduce himself.

The back & forth was over.

"You're the first non blood we've disclosed to. We've come to the conclusion leaving you out of the fold might hinder other continuity. Join us Miguel." HRM said.

"It's not like I have a choice, but even if I did. Yes. I'm a patriot. A Nationalist. An Episcop. Viva Justosia."

HRM was pleased.

"Now, let's deal with this money issue...."

 

[Justosia]

Secure Government Quarter
Milenio Royal Palace
Avalon

"The proper intelligence has been gathered. The geo political situation assessed. Now is the time for Phase Two your Majesty." Intelligence Sub Minister Felix Calderon declared.

"Execute."

 

[Justosia]

Secure Government Quarter
Ministry Foreign de Royale
Avalon

Spirited debate is always healthy amongst friends. This was true between Foreign Minister Fernando Torres & his Vice Minister Junito Fox.

"The status is below us, stupidity. We can't let the Two Kingdoms dictate our foreign policy! Gunnland is a northern us virtually. We need a formal alliance with them. All facets. They fancy themselves too much THE power broker." Fox implored.

"They ARE and their leverage is ECONAMS. Much of the internationale clout we do have is vested in that alliance. Would you like me to call His Majesty? Him call Her Ostvegian Majesty? You can have a lovely conference call. I'm sure she'll fully heed the advice of someone far below her station....."

The Vice Minister was silent.

"As I thought. We will keep the Gunns as close as possible, but the status quo must and will be maintained."

"This stains our honour Fernando."

 

[Justosia]

Milenio Royal Palace
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

HRM King Carlos Francisco II enjoyed a glass of Avalon Vineyards red as his summoned guests entered.

"My beloved only son......and the nephew descended from traitors. Come in."

HRH Crown Prince Carlos Francisco III, & HRH Prince Julian Francois Francisco II entered & approached. They both bowed.

"Julian, aren't you happy you can now practice your demonic deviant fucking religion openly now? You're most welcome. We all knew what you were doing. Did you think you were covert?"

Julian stood there, tight lipped.

"My son. I want the shadowing period to begin shortly, understand? No I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. However......I need you centered."

At last the stand was being taken. Julian spoke up.

"Defame me all you wish, my king. I am but your humble servant.......who's amused the current geo political winds made you nervous enough to once again recognize my religion, Tiburan Catholicism."

Immediately HRM lept from the Silver Throne with his side arm & pointed it in Julian's face.....

"I should......for my ancestor your piece of shit grandfather deposed. I should Julian.....I hate you......"

HRM pulled back.

"But I need you. Both of you. Learn to get along. Julian you're braver than I thought. Now get the fuck out."

Upon leaving.

"Julian.......he's just like that."

"You mean hateful autocrat?"

"Your words cousin. You might have actually impressed him just now. He had a gun to your face."

"I am immortal in the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit...."

 

[Justosia]

Desan Naval Base Main Ceremony Hall
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon coast
04:50 PM

The National, Royal, & Naval standards hung proudly for this grand, mass promotion/induction ceremony. HRM had been pondering for some time now this move before pulling the proverbial trigger. The average age for the 75% of just dismissed Captains & Commanders was 49. They had become relics. Too old. The last generation suffered from what the Intelligence Sub Ministry has assured the palace afflicted the European powers that be. Archaic mindsets that still believed in status moves like slow, clunky, grand armadas. Traditional naval strategy, etc. It's 2019 & that was over. The average age of these new Captains & Commanders was 37.

HRM took the podium as the national & internationale cameras rolled.

"The old men who govern the naval strategems of certain European powers are stuck in the past. This is a new century and new era! You newly christened Commanders and Captains are the ones for our newly rebuilt and christened navy! Young, fresh minds. Top of your respective classes at the Naval Officer Academy de Royale. I want a lean, mean, naval fighting force. One that can, with precision lethality and speed, cripple any force, bigger or smaller, at the proverbial Achilles heel. Smart. Effective. Everywhere yet nowhere at once. Do not fail me and that's an order. Viva Justosia!"

Unison: "Viva Justosia!"

 

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Finance Ministry de Royale
Monthly Report
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TO: HRM
FROM: Finance

​

-Stocks were up a collective 1.6% for the month of March. Below the 3% forecasted by ministry algorithms.

-Consumer purchases were up only 0.07%. Confidence is stagnant.

-Stagnation is no better than decline at this juncture. Deeper measures recommended, immediately. Lowering interest rates 0.05%

-Recommended legislative action. Eliminate taxes for any family making under §50,000. Raise taxes on top bracket 5%. Please advise.

Enrique Delgado
Finance Minister

 

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Grand Central Command
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CLASSIFIED/TOP SECRET
TO: HRM

As military reforms continue, we have come to the conclusion that the current, sloppy structure of the navy is unacceptable now that it has been rebuilt & enlarged. This does not befit a European power. Therefore we recommend the following.

New structure

1st Fleet
-1 Aircraft Carrier (flagship).
-10 missile frigates.
-4 ballistic missile submarines.
-1 amphibious assault ship.

2nd Fleet
-1 Aircraft Carrier (flagship).
-10 missile frigates.
-2 ballistic missile submarines.
-1 amphibious assault ship.

3rd Fleet
-1 Aircraft Carrier (flagship).
-10 missile frigates.
-2 ballistic missile submarines.
-1 amphibious assault ship.

Please advise.

Enrique Carvalho
Grand Admiral

 

[Justosia]

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Milenio Royal Palace
The Silver Throne
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TO: Royal Armed Forces Grand Joint Command
FROM: HRM

CLASSIFIED/TOP SECRET

Permission granted. Apply to other branches. Overdue frankly. I am also hereby ordering a stratagem shift.

We cannot allow petty squabbles to dictate foreign policy. Our intelligence tells us the Crotobaltislavonian military still isn't a legit threat. The Pelasgians have gone dark. While no one hates Auraria, wretched, traitorous mother country of ours more than I, we can't allow a past, historical feud to fester into war. We will refocus fully on the Red Menance of Communism & Socialism. The timing is perfect. We will continue to gather intelligence on Crotobaltislavonia visa ve their threat level. Praise God the Aurarians have played right into our hands with their friendship with Serenierre. We must also keep looking for proof they've had talks with the NCU.

Defence protocols remain in place. Carry these orders out post haste. Viva Justosia.

HRM

 

[Justosia]

Milenio Royal Palace
King's apartments/bedroom
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

"Lord God. My eternal master. The right of the right. Benefactor of my Divine Right. I come to you tonight begging your mercy and bounty. Ascending to His Imperial Majesty Emperor Carlos Francisco the Second IS MY DESTINY! Please light my path. When I flourish, your gospel does. Help me become the last thing my enemies see before they die and burn. Without you I am nothing. My one true Lord and Savior forever and all time. In your holy and righteous names I pray. Amen."

 

[Justosia]

Milenio Royal Palace
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

HRM had been burning the oil all day. Writing to Gunnland, & Elben. Trying to, in his Divinely Righted opinion, save Europe from the Red Menance.

"Why don't they clearly understand what we're facing? Ugh. This is maddening! ECONAMS breaking up was alarm enough...."

His wife, HRM Queen Anabella Mari Sophia I, ever doting, came to his side.

"Please, love, stop. Give this to God. Come to bed."

She was innocent. Of so much. The king's jewel. So much was hidden from her. Solely to protect her. To him, she was the most innocent, vulnerable, Angel on Earth, & she was his.

"Of course, my love...."

 

[Justosia]

Random Motel
West Avalon

A darkly clothed man in a hoodie & sunglasses hastily departed the seedy motel. He power walked several blocks making his way to center city. He made the mistake of Jaywalking across a city main street when he was almost hit by the vanguard of a Royal Motorcade.

Guards leapt out. Holstering their side arms. Soon as purpose of the motorcade, HRH Prince Julian Francois-Francisco II poked his head out, out of pure curiosity. Immediately he sensed something. Disregarding the advice of his Royal Guards. He walked up to the figure & took his glasses off. Immediately he waved his guards off. They both entered the Royal Limousine quickly. He hooded man was none other than HRH Crown Prince Carlos Francisco III.

"Carlos what the hell are you doing?" Julian was beyond curious now. He also knew that musk. Julian was quite the playboy. He knew what sex smelled like. Only.....

"CARLOS........holy shit."

 

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Milenio Royal Palace
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

The construction of the new palace wings on the royal grounds was officially christened, under heavy security. Constriction crews & equipment began moving in like a fleet.

HRM was determined to have the most grand palace in all Europe. Yet another phase....

 

[Justosia]

Milenio Royal Palace
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

"His Majesty wants a what? Forgive me." the foreman asked.

"A Falcon sanctuary. Atop the frontal northern quadrant of the palace. The Justo Falcon is our animal nationale. I want them soaring to and from our residence. Their majestic screams in toe. A strong symbol. I'm their sovereign too after all."

"Depending on the scale it could cost Your Majesty upwards of a million Justos. Not counting the costs of hiring new palace staff to look after them." the foreman replied.

"No object. This is my money after all. Well earned. Better spent. For Justosia."

HRM has a personal estimated worth of roughly a hundred million Justos.

 

[Justosia]

Milenio Royal Palace
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon
1400

HRM King Carlos Francisco II sat at his favourite nook in 1 of his 5 palace apartments, enjoying a naked espresso. It spilled as HRM was startled by the buzzing low fly of the Angels Squadron. The top 5 newest wings graduates of the Pilot Academy.

".......They're taking a few too many liberties." HRM muttered as he cleaned himself off.

"Majesty knows that squadron is led by Captain Rico Alessandro. His pride exceeds his talent....but only marginally." Remarked his Royal Guard Captain.

"He should remember how he got there. My deference. Respect for his House. Which can be worn out if he keeps pulling these antics. He needs to watch himself. He's as bad as his father, predictably. Their's is the only branch that has been blessed enough not to taste conflict, yet."

Out of the 5 Justosian royal houses HRM likes to acknowledge, he knows the Alessandro House most covets his throne. Keep your enemies close & all....

 

[Justosia]

Milenio Royal Palace
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

Was this the change the great southern kingdom longed for? Probably not. Again the 2 princes royale were summoned to HRM's apartment(s). After their last little family 'meeting', they both braced for the worst.

The King sat, reading a dossier ever so slightly stained with Avalon Vineyards™ red.

"A high ranking representative for the throne of Gunnland has reached out. One of you, of my choosing.....and Queen Julian's, is to be married. The obvious choice is you traitor seed. Catholic, same name and all..."

Julian was both curious at repulsed by his loathsome uncle's liberties taken.

"And if I refuse?"

"Why the Felipe Gaul treatment of course."

HRM batted not even one eyelash as he partially declassified the false flag the crown had used to extend its authority, popularity, & internationale moral high ground.

"What does she look like? Typical Gunn? Red hair? Freckles? Stoic temperament befitting her climate?"

"I could tell you, show you.......buuut I'd rather you wait to see Her Majesty in person."

"And what if she chooses Carlos?"

"She's the Queen of Gunnland. She would never take a Protestant husband. I am beyond confident in this. We're also not yet sure the rank and title that would be afforded you Julian."

HRH Crown Prince Carlos Francisco III finally decided to speak. Oh how he'd now speak. What HRM didn't know was that these 2 cousins had finally developed a rapport. Julian patted Carlos on his back in encouragement....

"....Papa I'm bisexual. That's all there is to it. I can lie to you no longer."

The King just sat there. For 3 whole minutes. He just stared blankly ahead. He was eerily silent. Finally he rose. He walked over to his only son. He put his right hand on his son's head.

"As Supreme Head and Arch Bishop of the Holy National Justos Episcop Church, I absolve you of your sin. Who knows about this?"

"Julian. All the dudes I fucked, and now you."

"I assume you covered all bases?"

"Of course papa. They know the consequences."

"Both of you need to leave. Now."

Upon them leaving HRM again sat, silently.

 

[Justosia]

Phoenix Royal Air Force Base
Location Classified
1600

It was an almost deafening chorus of cheers. As the Falcon Class Royal Air Force surveillance plane landed & the crew disembarked.

"VIVA JUSTOSIA!"
"VIVA JUSTOSIA!"
"VIVA JUSTOSIA!"

They surrounded pilot, Ensign First Class Fabian Marquez. They hoisted him in the air as the chorus continued. He & his crew had just completed the first successful Justosian Royal Air Force sortie in 50 years. The 'Birdie' was home in the nest. Operation Vigilante Halcon or Vigilant Falcon is a complete success.

A palace limousine arrived on the tarmac to escort Ensign Marquez to the King to debrief him himself.