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Mellian
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Thread Rules:
-those who want to comment, give feedback, give an idea, insult and etc, then create a seperate feedback thread or PM me. It is SMAC - Fiction way of doing it, and I prefer it.
-Only time anyone can post in this thread if they have something constructive to add to the story. Meaning, keep it consistent and realistic as this is not a joke story. multi-author stories are fun, creates unpredictibility. 
-Keep in mind that i may correct my posts...sometime rewriting some parts if i realize the next day it doesn't make sense, and so on. So don't go off shooting down my writing skills outright now.
-I am doing this for the fun of it. Something i wanted to start, but got delayed a few times... So this may be the first of my Macky stories i have in mind, which each may jump back and forth in time...to different eras and so on.
-since i am terrible at making up names, don't be surprise if i borrow them from elsewhere... if you notice, don't assume that the characters are base on the characters or people i borrowed the name from.
About the Macky
The Macky is a civilization, race, whatever of my own creation...a creation that i have been working on for years and used whevever i can in other fictions and so on. Compare to other stuff i ever created or whatever, this is the most original...yet seen or read anything close to how the Macky is anywhere.
Anyway, off to the first post of the story...
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Mellian
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March 14th, 1912 MY (Macky Year)
Chancellor Office, Macky Council, Metropolis
"They did what?!?' Chancellor Mellian, looking up from her desk to the Foreign Advisor
"The Romans, the Americans and the English have place Trade Embargoes on us" Foreign Advisor replies.
"Why would they do that?" she ask before thinking.
"Apparently, they didn't appreciate your message asking them to use proper Diplomatic Channels next time they have complaints" replied the Advisor
Mellian sighs and ask the Chief of Staff to organize an Advisory meeting for this afternoon, to discuss the matter. After the they both left, she turned around to look outside the large window, where she sees the Late-Industrial Era City of Metropolis. So much as change, yet somethings doesn't...
This whole matter with the Romans, Americans and English started when they complained about the Macky's latest annexations of some unclaimed islands, whom they believe to be completly useless other then cluttering up the Pacific and Carribean Oceans. What bothered her is that they went off complaining directly to the newly appointed Governors of those newly colonized islands instead of sending messages directly to her.
Soon afterwards, out of annoyance, she sent them a message asking them that next time they want to complain, use proper diplomatic channels. She also ordered the Navy to sent some more Destroyer Squadrons to the islands. Well, it seems they took it the wrong way and went as far as having Trade Embargoes on the Macky Commonwealth.
She just hopes she can resolve the matter before it goes out of proportions...
OOC: sorry for taking long to do the first post, trying to find a better title then Chancellor and started working on a world map for the story...
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vovan
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Well, since you don't mind this story to be "multi-authored," I'd like to contribute a piece of view from the other side. 
September 10, 1961 YOUR (Year since Occidental Unification of Republics)
Office of the Military Advisor of the United Occidental Republics*, General Unscratchedfoot
General was sitting at his table, in front of a huge map of the area in question. He was moving little plastic ships around, and mumbling to himself:
"B-4! Wounded; B-5! Ha, got your Cruiser!"
Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, and his secretary flew in, as if pushed rudely in the back:
"General, Sir Christopher is here to..."
"See you," continued a loud bass, as a large man shoved aside the secretary, and entered the office. General startled and assumed an official expression on his face. The secretary continued to speak in a high-pitched voice, close to hysterics from behind the back of Sir Christopher, standing on her toes in order to be able to see General's face:
"I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen, General, he says it's urgent..." Christopher looked at her as if she was some very annoying mosquito. "General, please," she continued in an almost whining voice.
Unscratchedfoot started to slowly get a grip on the situation, and said in a low voice: "You can go now, Elizabeth." At these words, the secretary nodded and quickly quit the room. As the door behind her closed, Christopher approached the table and looked at the map.
- What are you doing here, Scratch?, - he asked
- Well, I was ... uh, making strategic plans, you know. ... With all these forces amassing near our borders and everything, the situation has been getting...
- Rather unpleasant. - Christopher looked at the General incredulously - Look, you know that our alliance is in danger, I know that, and so does our ridiculous President.
- Now, now, Chris, he might be ridiculous, but he is paranoid, too, if you know what I mean. - At these words, Scratch scribbled the word "BUGS" on a piece of paper and passed it to Christopher. He shook his head, and said:
- OK, let's take this out then.
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- Doesn't the President trust anybody in the government? - asked Chris, when the two men were outside
- No, only me, - replied Scratch with a chuckle
- Any way, the reason I came to see you is this: I have been running some ... experiments, right off the coast of Baja California for some time now. It's all clean and approved by the government. It was all fine and dandy at first, but then a whole swarm of ships, flying no flags, mind you, approached my area. Well, I don't know exactly what they were doing there, but by some or other law they violated, the government forcefully encouraged them to leave our territorial waters. All but a dozen. And these were forced to show their governmental affiliation: they flew the flag of one Macky ... uh, something, kingdom, I think it is. And these folks, they are serious. Their ships are not just some research vessels that we had - they are real battleships. And these decided to annex the islands they thought were uninhabited. The islands to the west of our coast in the Pacific.
- Look, my geography is kind of weak, islands to the west of our western coast? - The General scratched his head (no pun intended ). Suddenly, he got it - Hawaii! OK, now they've done it! We're going after them. I am personally going to extend a cordial kick in the butt of the invaders. That Wacky kingdom...
- Uh, it's Macky, Scratch.
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*UOR - a commonwealth of western capitalistic nations, including England, the United States, and some other minor countries. It is officially led by the President of the United States, though he has little real power.
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Mellian
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Yes, since you people want to be asses, and not bother reading the thread rules...or follow them... will finish the story on my own time and post it...in a new thread.
multi-author doesn't equate to NES... and if NES belongs to stories and diplomacy, all soties in civ3 - stories without a ending belongs there.
AE is still work in progress, so doesn't count.
-Mellian
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