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The new Ravean colony in the Tradelands-Unspecified Location
A radar screen blipped in the dark chamber of an underground bunker. Major Conner Fanning looked over his view screen. Nothing new, as usual. He sipped a cup of coffee and yawned. Fanning felt somewhat lucky that he had gotten a job that required almost no work-keeping track of Ravea’s spy planes by radar-yet still unlucky. The major always got so bored on the job.

That was about to change.

As Fanning reviewed each radar screen, his attention was drawn to monitor #4. There was no blip indicating a spy plane. He checked the plane’s location-over Jamaica Reborn, Ravea’s new Tradelands neighbor. The Major tried radioing in to the plane. No response. He nervously looked to a red phone on his left, and then picked it up. Brass was not going to be happy about this.

The Inner Sanctum of the Ravean Tradelands Capital Building-Strom City
Colony Minister Elden Kawell rubbed his head and groaned as he strafed through a report detailing the recent inflation of his colony. He got up from his desk and paced around his office, thinking. He needed to find Gold, and lots of it. The Ravean economy was based upon it, after all. Unfortunately, Ravea’s promising new economic gains that were supposed to appear after the establishment of the Colony were not happening. The economy was lagging and the budget was getting tight.

Kawell knew that the best was to get his gold was over the Felton mountains and into Jamaica Reborn, where gold was supposedly plentiful. He knew he couldn’t convince the population of the colony to go through with an invasion, however.

An aide suddenly burst in, threw a report down on Kawell’s desk, and rushed out. The Minister opened the folder, then quickly closed it, then opened it again. The file read, “Spy Plane Number CV-32 Is Missing over Jamaica Reborn.” Kawell nearly threw up. He managed to contain himself as he lunged for his phone and called his secretary.

“Karen, get every politician in the colony over to the capital, now! We have a major situation.”

Little Jamaica, Tradelands Colony of The Empire of Jamaica

Much prosper and economic success had spread across the colony of Little Jamaica in the 10 years since the first Jamaican colonists had arrived. The cheaply purchased piece of land had been fastly settled and the population skyrocketed because of the colony's success. The small, forrested colony of Little Jamaica had gained positive recognition from citizens all around the empire, and many wealthy or retired Jamaicans chose to live or vacation there. The islands beautiful beaches and lush resorts were pulling in thousands of tourists each year, mainly from the Jamaican mainland, or Jamaican held territories. Even Di Dude of Jamaica, Swoonie Woo, owned a villa on the island, it was near the mountain ranges, a short distance from the Ravean controlled side of the island. The average citizen of Little Jamaica lived comfortably in one of the islands many community-friendly residential areas, in their own little piece of paradise. Although the colony's success was entitled much to the tourist attractions and resorts, the better half of it came from the excavating and the selling of the colony's most abundant resource...gold.

The mining industry produced 55% of the jobs held in the colony, and was an important factor in maintaining the ability to live comfortably on the island. Gold had been found on the colony within 2 years of its establishment, and since then 15 mining spots had been found in all, although many more were believed to still be undiscovered by prospectors. The steady input of gold into the Jamaican economy greatly boosted the empire's wealth, and economic standing within the carribean, spreading its influence even farther around the globe.

Although the Jamaican side of the island lived comfortable, easy going lives, it was widely known that things weren't going nearly as well in the Ravean colony next door, where the standard of living was considerably less than that of the Jamaicans. No diplomatic relations had been opened with the Ravean colony, so the two colonies existed side by side in an almost uneasy silence.

The governor of Little Jamaica, Brian Thomas, made sure that his colony was fortified, having a total of 200,000 troops placed within the colony in a 5 year period. There were two bases along the border with the Ravean colony, each equally fortified, and though they didn't anticipate an attack, were ready to defend their colony at anytime.

The Skies of Little Jamaica, 0600

Squadron F of the Jamaican Air Guard, was on its routine air patrol of Little Jamaica when something strange appeared on the squad leader's radar.

We've got what appears to be an unidentifed aircraft in sector 1-B, sky fox, initiate communication with aircraft.

Initiating communication, sky leader, this is the Jamaican Air Guard, identify yourself immediately

No response.

Repeat, this is the Jamaican Air Guard, state your identification or face hostility

No response.

Sky leader, requesting permission to fire upon unidentified aircraft

Permission granted.

The F-15E ducked away from the squad and headed towards the unidentified aircraft at mach speeds. The pilot prepped his left wing missiles, gained a steady aim on the target and fired off two anti-air missiles at the aircraft, destroying it with precision.

The incident was reported to superior officers, and soon the military units within Little Jamaica were on red alert, quietly bracing themselves for an attack. The public was not alerted of the military's status or the incident in Little Jamaica's sky's, not wanting to cause a mass panic.

Governor Brian Thomas was made aware of the incident and ordered a heavier fortification with the Ravean border, sending 25,000 more troops to the border bringing the number up to 100,000. Half of Little Jamaica's defensive army was soon positioned on the border with Ravea in one swift and large mobilization. The governor feared that the uneasy silence between the two colonies was about to be broken with heated words.

The Capital Building, Strom City.
Kawell his temples as the last of the advisors and secretaries filed into the Inner Sanctum meeting hall, a large circular room equipped to fit all the politicians on the island. The Colony Minister stood to address the crowd.

“Gentlemen, we have a situation. One of our CV spy planes that was searching for Gold has gone missing over Little Jamaica, presumably shot down.”

The council looked slightly panicked by the news.

“So far, we have no indication that the Jamaicans have released this information to the public, and I do not intend to release it either. As you know,” His voice rose in volume, “This Island is running low on resources-particularly Gold. And, as I know we all know, Little Jamaica has a huge amount of the stuff their side of the island. So, while some might see a predicament, I see an opportunity.”

The council started to talk amongst themselves at this proposition for a few minutes before a young senator stood up and spoke what was on everybody’s minds.

“Are you saying that we should Invade?”

“Yes and No, Senator Hallond. If we can play our political cards right, we can play this situation to our advantage. If we can just make it look like Little Jamaica is the bad guy, then we can get out of this hole.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“Fake an ‘Attack’ in our own colony.” Kawell let the statement hang for a few seconds as some of the council members sat slack jawed in disbelief. “But this is not my area of Expertise. I turn the stage over to War Chieftain Jeremy Lueschen.”

An older fellow got up on the stage, decorated in all sorts of military honors. Chieftain Lueschen was the Head military officer in the colony.

“Gentlemen, what Mr. Kawell is suggesting is an old political ploy that has occurred dozens of times. To cover up a political disaster, we have the option of setting up the Jamaicans-cause a terrorist attack and blame it on our neighbors.”

The council considered the option for a moment. Ravea never liked to get itself into military pickles; its politicians always were shrewd and cunning enough to fix pretty much any problem in the Ravean Empire. That was how the nation had survived this long without being invaded once.

“What if the Jamaicans tell the public about the spy plane in retaliation?” Asked Senator Hallond.

“Simple. We can find a way to falsify evidence of more terrorists possible planning a deadly attack against our homeland. That would certainly win the support of our population. We could also justify military actions this course of action. It can easily be done.”

The War Chieftain paused, and then continued.

“Our spy satellites have indicated a massive military movement in Little Jamaica. This can be used to our advantage as well.”

Lueschen walked off the stage and was replaced by Kawell.

“Well, we are a democratic nation. Let the Council decide weather we should take these actions.”

The vote passed 51-49.

The Treznor Dam, on the Fringes of Colony
A young boy played with his toys as he walked across the dam. He looked beyond its edge to view the plains beyond-and his village. He had always loved the dam and its surrounding plains and woods. Adventured were thick throughout the area.

Suddenly, the dam shook with a deep rumble. The boy fell over, raising his head to see the source of the shake. He looked over the dam’s edge to see a huge plume of fire race across the damn, shaking its foundations. The dam abruptly collapsed, and a torrent of water sped out to the surrounding plains and small villages. The young boy’s last thought was of his family, and how he hoped they would be safe.

Official Comment by the Colony Minister to the Public
Kawell appeared on television screens across both the colony and the homeland. He looked solemn and saddened as he locked eyes with over three billion people via satellite and T.V. He began to speak.

“Citizens of Ravea, I bring grave news. The Treznor Dam has recently been destroyed by Jamaican Terrorists on the other side of our great island colony. We have collected evidence showing that Jamaicans placed a number of explosives on the dam, blowing it up. One Thousand citizens are dead due to the attack.”

He hesitated for a moment.

“We also have evidence of a massive planned attack on the Homeland. The Military had been put on highest alert and is prepared to engage the Jamaicans in retaliation to this terrible attack. Now, let us Unite, and Defend our great nation!”

Governor's Office, The Capital City of Little Jamaica, Huntingville

Governor Thomas shook his head as he read the reports that were freshly handed to him by his top aide.

"What is this garbage?", he inquired.

"That garbage is a declaration of war upon our colony, sir.", answered the aide.

"So they've framed us? They've set us up for an invasion. You know what this is all really about don't you Richardson?", the Governor stood up and faced the aide.

"I believe I do sir, this fabrication of a terrorist attack that they've created is only a front to invade us. They want our gold, sir, and it's obvious.", said the aide.

"I've got to tell the people, we have to let them know that Little Jamaica had nothing to do with the attacks in the Ravean colony.", said a stressed Governor.

"I've already conjured up a statement for you sir and I've contacted the media for your deliverance of it. The Jamaican people are not blinded by the wool that the Ravean government has attempted to pull over their eyes. Any Jamaican knows that their government does not condone or support terrorist attacks of any kind.", said the aide confidently.

"You're right Richardson, get me that statement, I'll deliver it immediately."

Steps of the Governor's Office, Statement to The Press

Governor Brian Thomas opened the heavy oak doors of the government building and walked down the cement steps to a podium that had been erected for his statement to the press. There was a sea of camera flashes as Governor Thomas took a breath and began speaking into the podium microphones and to the world.

"Today I speak to the people of Little Jamaica, to the homeland, The Free Black Empire of Jamaica, and to the world as a whole. The reports that the Ravean government has issued stating that Little Jamaica is responsible for the destroying of a dam and for the deaths of thousands are completely falsified. Although it saddens the people of Little Jamaica to know that so many innocent people died, we cannot allow the Ravean government to blame this incident on us. The Jamaican people, and the Jamaican government do not condone terrorist attacks of any kind, and do not participate in terrorist activities. We have no quarrel with the Ravean people, and harbor no ill will towards them, but their government is feeding them unfounded lies. We urge the Ravean government to change its stance with Little Jamaica, and to seek other ways of resolving this disaster that we assure you we had nothing to do with. The citizens of Little Jamaica wish only to live in peace and to continue prospering.

Even though we do not wish for a war, if it comes to it, the Jamaican military will fight to the death for the survival and the sovereignty of this colony. We have come too far, and have profited too much to let this land that we have settled be taken from our hands by an unjustified invasion. You now know the Jamaican stance, we can only hope Ravea's will change."