On June 1, 2405, the atmosphere buzzed with tension as the world conference began at the Academy of Unity. The security team was on high alert, their nerves fraying as representatives from various nations entered the grand hall. The stakes were monumental—if anything happened to a world leader, it could spell disaster for global peace.
As the representatives settled into their seats, jozen, pramansha and holy see hologram is join. while other nation is send their deligate, a noticeable absence loomed in the air—the Red Nation’s delegates had yet to arrive. Whispers of his potential assassination circulated among the attendees, eyes darting toward the empty chair that seemed to grow larger with each passing moment. Anxiety rippled through the crowd; the longer the delay, the more suspicious glances were exchanged.
alam on the room. are still focusing on paper on left his hand for his future speech. while his right hand is munching peanuts who being serve on his table, some delegation look at nonchalant alam behavior. they muttered at themselves. alam sensing this. and muttered “no.. i dont kill zion yet. heh”
Finally, the academy's headmaster rose, cutting through the murmur of unease. “As you can see, the Red Nation is still absent. We will wait another two hours; if they have not arrived by then, we will commence the conference without them.”
Just as the atmosphere thickened with uncertainty, the doors swung open, and the Red Nation representative hurried into the hall including zion himself. The headmaster cleared his throat again. “Now that all representatives from the nine nations are present, we can begin our discussions.”
The conference hall was filled with a palpable tension, the delegates seated in their assigned places, their expressions a mix of hope and apprehension. Pramansha, the leader of the Purple Nation, strode to the podium, exuding calm confidence. He began his speech, his voice steady and persuasive.
“Greetings, esteemed leaders of a fractured world. I stand before you not only as the leader of the Purple Nation but as a humble monk, a witness to the folly of man.” Behind him, a holographic image flickered to life, showing smoldering ruins of a Red Nation city—the devastating aftermath of a recent Crescent Alliance attack.
“The Red Nation bleeds,” Pramansha continued, his voice rising with passion. “The Crescent Alliance’s attack is not merely a skirmish but a brazen display of neocolonialism, a cancer festering on the body of our unity.” His hands gestured emphatically, silencing the murmurs rippling through the hall.
“This is not a clash of cultures but a land grab veiled in righteousness. The Red Nation, a leviathan hungry for dominion, seeks to devour the fringes of its domain, while the Crescent Alliance, ever vigilant, reacts like a cornered beast.” Pramansha’s eyes flashed with intensity. “Is this the peace we strive for?”
He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. “I say no! We, the children of a scarred Earth, deserve more than this endless cycle of violence.” He turned his gaze toward the Red Nation delegates. “To you, leaders of the Red Nation, I offer this: lay down your guns, embrace the open hand of diplomacy. Your strength lies not in subjugation but in the prosperity of your people.”
Pramansha’s words hung in the air, heavy with conviction. “And to you, guardians of the East, cast aside your fear. Trust must be your shield. Only then can we forge a future bathed in peace, not war.”
His voice softened, a sly smile creeping onto his lips. “But perhaps some among you doubt my sincerity. If peace is but a fleeting dream, allow me to offer a demonstration.”
With a swift gesture, he activated a hidden comm device. Suddenly, a team of Purple Nation special ops soldiers, clad in shimmering camouflage, emerged from concealed hatches within the hall. They moved with precision, disarming stunned delegates and assuming key positions.
“Fear not, esteemed colleagues,” Pramansha reassured them, his demeanor calm amidst the chaos. “This is not an act of aggression but a necessary disruption. For true peace can only be forged through sacrifice, not fear.”
As Pramansha stepped down from the podium, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Outside the conference room, overwatch security team voice crackled over the radio. “We’ve got a terrorist attack in the hall! They’ve taken the world leaders hostage! Do something, dammit!”
In an instant, the security team sprang into action, clashing with the intruders as gunfire erupted, echoing through the academy. The battle was intense, a chaotic whirlwind of shouts and gunshots as both sides fought fiercely for the lives of the world leaders.
Pramansha remained composed, even as chaos reigned outside. “It’s easy to lose sight of the bigger picture in moments like these,” he urged the delegates. “We must stay focused on our goal of achieving peace. Let us not allow the outside chaos to distract us from our purpose.”
Meanwhile, the conflict escalated. The clash between the security team and Purple Nation soldiers spilled into the corridors, the situation teetering on the brink of total chaos.
Alam confronted Pramansha from the podium, frustration evident in his voice. “What do you want? You’ve taken my podium!”
“My intention was to demonstrate unity,” Pramansha replied, his gaze unwavering. “A show of peace rather than the endless cycle of war. I want to prove that without fear and hatred, we can build something better—a true union.”
“By pointing your gun at me?” Alam shot back, incredulity lacing his words.
“A powerful visual is more convincing,” Pramansha countered, his stare intense. “People can talk about revolution, but seeing it in action is more persuasive. My intent is the same: to establish a new world free from division and fear. Would you like to join me?”
“Even if you kill me, my faction will seek revenge,” Alam retorted. “Killing anyone in this room will only turn the world against you!”
Pramansha smiled, a calm demeanor radiating from him even amid the chaos of the conference room. “I have nothing to gain from killing you or anyone else in this room. My goal is a world where we no longer need to engage in brutal politics, where we can work together to establish a new era of peace and prosperity. Your people need not suffer if we can break the cycle of violence. So tell me, will you join me?”
Alam let out a laugh, a mix of disbelief and sarcasm. “Ahahaha... fuck that.”
Pramansha closed the distance, the spec ops soldiers behind him keeping the world leaders at gunpoint. “Do not be so quick to dismiss my offer. I’m giving you a chance to help create a better world. Your people will prosper if we work together.” He extended his hand toward Alam, a gesture of peace amid the tension.
“Join what? A gangbang party?” Alam smirked, his bravado masking his unease.
“The revolution to create a new world,” Pramansha replied, his voice steady. “A new era, free of war, fear, and the endless cycles of conflict.” An officer pointed a gun at Alam, a reminder that Pramansha’s patience had limits. “Do not mistake my kindness for weakness. I will not hesitate to end you if you persist in your resistance.”
Alam raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “What’s in it for me? You talk in abstract terms. What’s the deal?”
Pramansha sighed, recognizing the need for clarity. “Very well. We’ll establish a joint council to coordinate our efforts. Our nations will unite as one, with equal representation for each. We’ll have a common currency, free trade, a shared army, and unified policies on key issues like nuclear disarmament and climate change.”
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“Who’s the leader?” Alam asked, skepticism dripping from his tone.
“There will be no single leader,” Pramansha replied, his expression hardening. “We will operate on consensus, ensuring all nations have an equal voice. I will act as a mediator and guide, but decisions will be made collectively. Each nation will have equal power and influence.”
“So, you want to rule every world conference?” Alam challenged.
“I am not interested in ruling anything,” Pramansha shot back, his patience wearing thin. “I want to create a world where people live in peace, without fear, war, or division.” He gestured toward the leaders held hostage. “Look around you. Do you think these decision-makers are happy? Satisfied with the state of the world?”
“They're pathetic. But some are good,” Alam shrugged, glancing at the nervous leaders.
Pramansha’s gaze darkened as he surveyed the room. “The world is a mess, and many leaders are responsible for it. What are we doing but spinning in an endless cycle of violence and exploitation?” He took a deep breath, stepping back to the podium. “I don’t pretend to have all the answers. But I see a vision of a better world—one where we no longer wage wars and destroy each other, but work together for a brighter future.”
Just then, an explosion rocked the room, sending echoes through the conference hall. The sound of gunfire erupted as Purple Nation spec ops engaged the security team, chaos breaking out around them. Pramansha remained calm, unfazed by the violence. He focused on Alam, his cold gaze unwavering.
“Is this the peace you want?” Alam asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. “Looks kinda bad, huh?”
“It is indeed a sad sight,” Pramansha admitted, his expression somber. “But it’s only the beginning. The old world is dead, and we must not remain trapped in our old ways. Today, we stand on the brink of a new era—a world of peace, unity, and understanding. We can either seize this opportunity or let destruction consume us. The choice is ours.”
As he spoke, Pramansha moved toward the door, the spec ops team continuing to fire at the security force. Alam couldn’t help but quip, “If you die soon, it’ll at least be a good speech.”
Pramansha paused, turning back to Alam with a solemn expression. “I don’t know what the future holds for me. But know this: I will die for what I believe in—a world of unity and peace, free from fear and war. I hope you can one day see my vision and join me in building a better future. If death comes for me, I will embrace it without regret because I know my cause is just”
Just then, elite monk forces emerged from the shadows, pushing back the security team. Chaos reigned as world leaders and representatives remained hostages, the situation spiraling out of control.
“The security team is overwhelmed,” Pramansha noted, watching as the elite forces took down guards, securing hostages.
Alam leaned against the podium, arms crossed. “So what’s your plan? Baby-sitting us in here until the end of the day?”
Pramansha remained silent, his focus on the conflict around them.
“What’s your endgame?” Alam pressed. “Even if we sign your silly demands, our nations won’t follow them.”
Pramansha met Alam’s gaze, his expression unyielding. “My endgame is peace. Unity. A new world where we no longer fight each other, but collaborate to create a brighter future.”
As the security team fell back, retreating toward the academy entrance, the situation grew increasingly dire. The elite monk forces advanced mercilessly, and Alam couldn’t help but comment on the unfolding chaos. “Well, it looks grim for you. Bad strategist, huh?”
Pramansha frowned, glancing at the monitor displaying the frantic scene. The security forces were being pushed back, and he felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him. But he stood firm, his resolve unwavering.
Alam leaned back, skepticism etched across his face. “So, what’s your true goal here? A message? Submission? Or are you just trying to declare war in a cool way?” He smirked, raising an eyebrow.
Pramansha’s gaze flicked to the screen, watching the security forces get pushed back by the elite monk forces. “My goal isn’t about winning,” he replied, a calm resolve in his voice. “I don’t care whether I live or die. What I want is peace and unity. I’m tired of seeing people fight and kill each other. I don’t want a future filled with hate and fear. I want the world to be a happier place, where no one has to die for no reason. Is that too much to ask?”
Alam shrugged slightly. “It’s not just you who wants that. We all do. Look at their faces. Despite their fierce tongues, they’re still human.”
Pramansha’s eyes remained fixed on the screen, where the security forces were now pinned down at the academy entrance. The situation was growing dire, the chaos escalating. “Sure, they’re human,” he acknowledged, “but do they share my vision of unity and peace? They’re not ready to sacrifice their egos for a better future. They only want to preserve the status quo. Power is their only interest.”
“Funny, you sound a bit like them yourself,” Alam shot back, unable to resist the jab.
Pramansha smiled, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “I know I’m not innocent. My methods… they are… questionable, I admit. I’ve done things that are far from noble. But my goals… they aren’t about personal power. They’re about something larger. Peace. Unity. I’m willing to be the villain in their story if it means the world can finally come together, achieve true peace.”
Then, without warning, the monitor flickered, displaying a classified record of an early NWC meeting. The image was grainy and distorted, but clearly showed the same conference room, albeit five years in the past. Pramansha turned his gaze directly to a hidden camera, a chillingly direct address to a wider audience. “Then let me show you the incompetence… the hypocrisy of these world leaders behind the public eye.” The recording began to play.
Jagged Alliance
The room buzzed with pre-conference chatter as a group of leaders gathered in the large ballroom, exchanging awkward greetings.
“First to arrive is AI? Great, we’re doomed,” someone mumbled under their breath, setting the tone for the general unease.
The Holy See’s hologram flickered to life, projecting a stiff, formal image. “Greetings… humans…”
Shakanya and Pramansha entered together.
“Ew, a robot,” Shakanya scoffed, wrinkling her nose.
The Holy See’s hologram flickered slightly, its smile becoming even more strained. “Greetings, Shakanya, representative of the Pink Nation, and… you too, Pramansha, leader of the Purple Nation.”
Shakanya crossed her arms, unimpressed. “We’re here to meet humans, not binary code.”
Kassandra arrived, her entrance as sharp as her usual remarks. “Greetings, socialist.”
“Time to get started,” Shakanya said, cutting through the awkward pleasantries.
“Ah, Kassandra, Secretary of the famous Conqueror from the Red Nation. Welcome!” the Holy See replied, his tone overly polite.
Banyan entered, radiating an unsettling calm. A conference guard whispered to another, “The cultist.” Another replied in a hushed tone, "Did you hear he sacrificed several humans before he got here?"
Banyan cleared his throat, his voice smooth and even. “We understand the international community may not fully agree with our… practices, but we are committed to our traditions. We hope to find a path forward through respectful dialogue.”
Bayarl Khan, a man dressed in flamboyant yellow robes, strolled in, casually sipping from a glass of what looked suspiciously like champagne. “Did I miss something? Hmhm.”
“Ah, the most… charismatic warlord in Europe!” the Holy See greeted him with forced enthusiasm.
Jozen and Hejaz arrived next, their entrance a mix of casual indifference and barely concealed hostility. “Has the meeting started?” Jozen asked, grinning. “Looks like everyone’s… almost here.”
“Beep. The Green Nation is absent today,” the Holy See noted, his voice tinged with digital dryness.
“Oh?” Jozen replied, exchanging a knowing glance with Hejaz.
Hejaz added, a hint of irritation in his voice, “So they think they can just skip after we gave them a seat at the conference table?”
“Well,” Jozen said, patting Hejaz on the shoulder with a chuckle, “at least they didn’t send a small child again like yesterday’s conference, right?”
Just then, a young woman in a simple green dress entered, her expression composed but with a hint of nervousness. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s begin our second conference after… our catastrophic event…” She introduced herself as Kinara, the new representative of the Emerald League,“We’re here as allies, hoping to find common ground and maintain peace, with our… current focus on… war.”
Banyan cleared his throat, addressing the gathering of world leaders. “As we come together in this conference, it’s crucial to highlight the pressing issues we face. We can’t just sit back while conflict and chaos threaten our world. As leaders, it’s our responsibility to seek peaceful solutions and work together toward a future of cooperation and harmony. But let’s not forget—we also have a duty to protect our nations and the interests of our people.”
He paused, gauging the room. “I’m looking forward to a productive discussion on war and conflict, and how we can collaborate to find the best way forward.”
Jozen chimed in, a smirk on his face. “Sure, but let’s be real—some of us just love war.” He shot a glare at kassandra. “Our last conference? A total circus. It felt like we were just recreating the Berlin Conference of the 1800s, racing to conquer third countries.”
Kassandra interjected, “It’s all for the greater good and world stability.”
Shakanya chuckled, “Right, some say women create drama, but men are just as guilty, doing it on a grander scale.” Her laughter hung in the air, breaking the tension for a moment.
Kinara, the new representative, cleared her throat. “We need to regulate how we conduct our wars. That’s at least something we can agree on.”
Hejaz jumped in, “I’m not buying any specific weapons again. I know you’re just trying to sell your own. My army is well-prepared without your toys.”
“AI drones for non-combatants? Smart missiles? Smart bullets?” He waved his hand dismissively. “I see what you’re doing—selling weapons under the guise of reducing casualties.”
Kinara looked taken aback by Hejaz’s bluntness and sat down, momentarily flustered.
Bayarl chuckled, “Alright, let’s stop trying to sell stuff for a while. What we really need is to avoid putting daggers to each other’s throats.”
Banyan nodded in agreement. “Well said. We’re here to find ways to avoid conflict and seek peaceful solutions to our disagreements. It’s encouraging to see us come together for a common goal. I hope this conference leads to positive outcomes for all of us.”
He continued, “We also need to establish clear and effective methods to prevent and reduce casualties during armed conflict. Non-combatant AI drones and smart munitions could be part of that solution.”
Jozen raised an eyebrow. “What’s your take on those tools in warfare? But let’s be honest, they come with a ridiculous price tag. We all know the factories are the only ones profiting from this.”
Banyan acknowledged the concern. “You’re right. The development and use of new technology in warfare often prioritize profit over peace. It can be misused or sold to multiple sides, complicating the path to a fair outcome.”
“That’s why we need to be vigilant,” he added. “We must ensure technology is used responsibly and ethically, not just for profit. With clear regulations, we can make sure it serves the greater good.”
Kassandra shook her head. “I refuse. My nation is still recovering; I can’t burden my economy with new toys. We already have the best factories and military equipment. Why bother with specific items to fight a war?”
Hejaz agreed, “Me too. I’m starting to suspect this conference is just a way for a few to profit.”
Jozen shifted the conversation. “Alright, let’s get some distance. What’s the deal with the Crescent Alliance? An alliance within an alliance?”
Bayarl explained, “The alliance of the Golden caravan, Sisterhood of south, Shangri-La, and Holy People’s Council is just a defensive pact. We’re not trying to provoke anyone.”
Shakanya nodded, “That’s true.”
Banyan added, “It’s important to remember that alliances and defensive pacts can also lead to conflict. If one nation feels threatened, they may see the alliance as unfairly weighted against them. Strong diplomatic dialogue is critical to maintaining a stable system of alliances.”
He turned to Kinara, who was clenching her fists, clearly anxious. “Transparency is key. We need to discuss our intentions openly. Any attempt to hide information will only erode trust among nations.”
Kassandra scoffed, “The Crescent Alliance is a joke. You should consider disbanding that pact; my nation is not a threat.”
Pramansha interjected, “The Crescent Alliance isn’t just a defensive pact. It’s about economic stability in our region. We must refuse to disband it; it’s for the greater good.”
Jozen shrugged, “Alright, interesting day…” He mumbled, “War is coming.”