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>>4604807
After the latest engineered financial collapse, many democratic countries elected sweeping regime changes, some by fraud, some with legitimate right factions gaining the upper hand. Others still were illegitimate pretender leftists. These governments nationalized the banks, which appeased some of the various communist groups. But they would soon realize it was all an internationally arranged coup. New High Command leaders emerged as the real power base. Many of them came from the ranks of the military. One representing Russia, one the Europe Union, one parts of the US, the UK and parts of Canada, China, Japan, central and parts of South America. These seven High Commanders effectively ruled most of the Earth and immediately laid claim to and waged war with the remaining portions. Small scale wars across the globe flared up and out, crushed within months. There were no internet lines to speak of and any cell phone communication would be a death knell for any resistance force attempting to use them.

To strategize and consolidate their power structures, the Seven HiComs arranged meetings. Once in Berlin, where EU HiCom Karl Hansgrohe was to host. He had arranged this trip to be something special. Karl's twelve year old daughter's coronation. It was agreed among the Seven that this rather intelligent, wunderkind, girl would inherit the figurehead of monarchy of the NWO. Queen Ilsa I, stood proud and arrogant on her dais. Her father had always promised her she would do better than becoming a mere princess. "My little prodigy. My brilliant little queen" Karl beamed with pride as he watched the Pope lay the crown on her head.
Less then a year later, with her father holed up in his bedchambers, dying of polonium poisoning, Ilsa's governess had her lock herself in her father's library "They" where coming. Distressed, Ilsa found out from the other maids that the other Seven were coming to visit, and were intent on taking her. And in a most crude way. A carnal way. "Which one dares to do this?" a revolted Ilsa questioned. "Probably all of them. To let the winning seed fight it out I'd imagine" said the blunt maid. Shutting and locking the door once again, Ilsa couldn't believe it at first. Her whole worldview was collapsing. Her father was dying, she trapped in her own estate, she turned to the library. Read from one book awhile, put it down, read from the next, making connections, looking for the next book. For hours she would speed read through the history of revolutionary and enlightenment period. With tremendous regret she kicked her crown across the room in frustration. She felt like such a fool. But refusing to feel fear or remorse. She marched right in to see her father to confront him for his ... but was too late, he had died. Ilsa ran, holding back tears, hyperventilating, desperately trying to figure out how to get out of this situation.

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>>4567117
After the latest engineered financial collapse, many democratic countries elected sweeping regime changes, some by fraud, some legitimate right leaning factions gaining upper hands with the electorate, others still were illegitimate "leftists". These governments nationalized the banks, appeasing some of the various communist groups. But they would soon realize it was all planned. New High Command leaders emerged, many from the ranks of the military, one representing Russia, one mainland Europe, one parts of the US, the UK and parts of Canada, China, Japan, central and parts of South America. These seven High Commanders effectively ruled most of the Earth and immediately laid claim to the remaining portions. Small scale wars across the globe flared up only to be crushed within months. There were no internet lines and any cell phone communication would be a death knell for that resistance force.

To strategize and consolidate their power structures, the Seven HiComs arranged a meetings. Once in Berlin, where European HiCom Karl Hansgrohe was to host. He had arranged this trip to be something special. Karl's twelve year old daughter's coronation. It was agreed among the Seven that this rather intelligent girl would inherit the figurehead of monarchy of the NWO. Queen Ilsa I, stood proud and arrogant on her dais. Her father had always promised her she would do better than becoming a mere princess. "My little prodigy. My brilliant little queen" Karl beamed with pride as he watched the Pope lay the crown on her head.
Less then a year later, with her father holed up in his bed chambers, dying of polonium poisoning, Ilsa's governess had her lock herself in her father's library "They" where coming. Distressed, Ilsa found out from the other maids that the other Seven were coming to visit, and were intent on taking her. And in a most crude way. A carnal way. "Which one dares to do this?" shrieked Ilsa. "Probably all of them. To let the winning seed fight it out I'd imagine" said the blunt maid. Shutting and locking the door once again, Ilsa couldn't believe it at first. Her whole worldview was crashing in. Her father dying, trapped in her own estate, she turned to the library. Read from one book, put it down, read from the next, making connections, looking for the next book. For hours she would speed read through the history of revolutionary and enlightenment period. It all came into focus. She kicked her crown across the room in frustration. She felt such a fool. But refusing to feel fear or remorse. She marched right in to see her father and confront him for his ... but alas, he had died. Ilsa ran, holding back tears, desperately trying to figure out how to get out of this situation.

The three of the six remaining Seven arrived together. They had been waiting to hear the word that HiCom Hansgrohe had passed away. Creeping around the house with hardly a servant around who would admit to where Ilsa was hiding.