User:TheBroMaster/Second Great Yowien War

The Second Great Yowien War is a major conflict which occurred in the Yowien Sea through late 2016 and early 2017. As a result of a Francterran recession, several rebel groups have risen up in the Yowien Islands, with the dastardly Feey1 behind all of it. Soon after, the Axle Powers step in and attempt to fix the mess. Can they do it? Read to find out!

Prologue: Crisis
It was a seemingly normal day in Parie, Francterre. Penguins, tourists and citizens alike, were bustling around the city. It was a sunny day. The people were jubilant - the Antarctic War on Terrorism had just been declared over. However, there was much less joy and excitement within Parie's central business district.

No, it wasn't a bomb. It wasn't an attack. In fact, from the outside, it didn't look like anything had gone wrong. Within the Parie Stock Exchange, there was panic.

Investor: "Sacre bleu! The Bank of Parie dropped 1400 points!"

Accountant: "Puffle Car de Francterre is down 300 points!"

Announcer: "CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN, ALL OF YOU!"

Although the announcer tried to beckon everyone on the floor to calm down, they couldn't. Chaos had ensued within the building; Stock prices and values were dropping like flies for many of Francterre's industries. The same pattern could be felt (Although not as badly) for Castillan and Ligurian companies as well.

President François Batavia was, at that moment, in a session of the Francterran parliament. News had already reached the parliament that there had been a stock market crash which affected multiple countries.

Member 1: "Your excellency, how can you possibly propose spending more money on socialist programs when our economy has just taken the largest hit in years!?"

Member 2: "This president has no idea what he's doing! We should cut spending, not increase it! Monsieur president, I fart in your general direction!"

This kind of arguing and bickering continued for hours in the parliament. Members and the president stayed until late at night, where a bill was passed by all of the opposition parties, stating that spending would be decreased across Francterre - One of these expenses would be military funds in Francterran "Départments" which seemed safe, like the Barbare and Juno Islands. Another of these expenses to be cut would be the civil service - thousands of Francterrans at home and in the colonies would lose their jobs to help the bottom line.

"What in Benny's name is this!?"

News of Francterre's economic situation spread across Antarctica like wildfire. Lavender, as he got most of his news, learned about it from the Shops City Scoop.

Lavender: "What nonsense. Is their market so fragile that one bad day can cause such a ripple effect?"

Advisor: "It's bad news, indeed. Our markets are already beginning to feel the hit."

Lavender: "This won't be as bad as last time though, will it?"

Advisor: "No."

Lavender: "That's good. But still, this won't end well, mark my words. Our economy isn't going to be the only thing that reels from this disturbance."

Advisor: "It sounds like trouble is afoot for sure. Should we ready the military for battle?"

Lavender: "No, but put them on high alert."

Advisor: "Yes, sir."

"You've got to be kidding me... %&$#?@!!!"

In his palace in the City of Progress, Munijoch, a shadowy figure was fuming. He paced back and forth, not allowing his personal features to be seen by the aide who was nearby.

"First those silly Shoppers cave in the markets, and now the foolish Francterrans? Is there anyone left around that we can rely on without causing us pain and suffering? I mean, our markets are feeling the hit now, too!"

Aide: "It will be alright, my lord. We can come out of this stronger than we-"

"Shut your optimistic noise-hole! Assemble the Council, I want to fix this problem as soon as possible."

Aide: "Yes, my lord."

The aide left the room to assemble the Council of the Powers. After he shut the giant wooden doors to said room, he heard lout bouts of screaming and swearing from the mysterious figure within.

Aide (to himself): "Temperamental much?"

While most of Antarctica reacted quite sadly and angrily to Francterre's economic ripple, there was one leader who was particularly excited. In the Keukenhof Castle in Snowzerland, Kaiser Swiss Ninja's jovial and maniacal laughs could be heard for miles around.

Swiss Ninja: "HAHAHAHA!!!!! BRILLIANT! Talk about comeuppance, this is what those cheese-eating surrender mongrels get for raining on my parade! Put the troops on standby, Austin, this could bring in some good loot!"

Austin8310: "Bah, what do you possibly think could come of this little speed-bump? We never got to take territory from Shops Island or from the USA when their economies were having trouble."

Swiss Ninja: "You're just too dim to notice the difference! The Francterrans are too weak and feeble to possibly defend against me taking back my rightful territory. How could this possibly go wrong?"

Austin8310: "Umm... No comment."

Swiss Ninja: "I'm glad you see my point of view, Austin. I almost thought you were an idiot!"

The next day, in Topie, the sun rose from the misty ground slowly and gracefully. The small Francterran colony slowly arose from its slumber.

In all fairness, the daily grind for most Barbares had not changed much since the war. All of the countries (except for Snowzerland) involved in toppling the Yowien regime pitched in to rebuild the Barbare Islands and the Juno Islands. Traffic inched at a painfully slow rate, trains ran late and cafés had lines reaching out the doors, much in Francterran fashion. Indeed, while Francterre had tried to impose its ideals and culture onto the Barbares, life had not changed too much from the days of Coldless.

One particular individual, a young gentleman who carried a sunny and confident disposition wherever he waddled, went on with his morning routine as did everyone else. As usual, he got his coffee at the shop down the street from his apartment, picked up the daily newspaper from the paper-stand on the way out, and went to the tram. While riding to work, he read the paper. His sunny demeanor flushed away from his face quickly after seeing the front-page headline.

"Oh dear... that's a poor lot of luck."

It most certainly was. This concerned character was employed as a secretary for the Topie branch of the Francterran Department of Defense. After getting off the tram, he waddled down the street to the office, his head focusing on the cracked, gum-stained cobblestones. The bad news cluttered his mind - he could only hope that he wouldn't be slashed, that he would be spared from the wrath of austerity. He was so distracted that he didn't even watch where he was going-

BONK!

"Ow! Watch where you're going, Mark!"

Marquis: "Oh, sorry other Mark."

Markus: "Other Mark indeed! Why weren't you paying attention, buddy? Is something wrong?"

Marquis: "Oh, no, no... Just something I read in the paper that I can't get off my mind."

Markus: "Never mind that - let's get inside, we're going to be late!"

Marquis and Markus were best friends - they had been since they were chicks. They both grew up in Topie, in the same neighborhood, and went to the same school from kindergarten through university; there was nothing that could separate them.

Markus: "You know being careless is a symptom of Nerd Sickness, right?"

Marquis: "Shut up!"

Of course, they also enjoyed back-and-forth banter.

They entered the elevator and pressed the button which would take them to the 17th floor, which was where their cubicles were located. Normally, they would just part ways, go sit down, and start typing on the computer. However, today would be different; when they got off the elevator, the manager was there, waiting for them.

Manager: "Sorry to bug both of you so early, but I'm convening an emergency meeting with some of our secretary staff. Marquis, could you go down to floor 12 and go into the boardroom? I'll see you there in a minute.

Marquis: "Sure thing, boss."

This couldn't be good news.