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RGN

A mysterious explosion kicked off a week of awful luck for the residents of Devil's Hill, Maracas and Tlera. This has reached a climax in the central government, and the city-state, locking down the shire.

Reportedly, large numbers of haz-mat suited workers have been seen entering and leaving the site, but no residents are allowed outside. Prime Councillor Alysanndra Ellestrea made a statement on the subject. "There has been a meltdown in one of the nuclear reactors providing power to the Maracas Warlab. Until they have been cleared, no one may leave the shire."

Maracas is situated in southern Altara, at the border between it and Derricks. It was, and is, one of the more prosperous territories within Roania, and its have been members of the House of Nobles Primes for over fifty years. Alysanndra also said, "Under no circumstances was this a nuclear weapons test. We remain firmly behind our commitment to the anti-nuclear cause, and would never develop such a weapon." She then left, refusing to field any questions.

Meanwhile, the disappearance of Professor Harolds, of the Roan University Molecular Physics team, continues to baffle polizei detectives...

*Bump*

*tag* for later

OOC: CAN'T DO ANYTHING UNTIL PEOPLE ACTUALLY RESPOND!

Upon hearing the news of the nuclear disaster in Roania, President Katana quickly penned a letter to Prince Black.


Your majesty,

I would like to offer Larkinia' assistance in containing your nuclear disaster from getting more critical. We have expereince dealing with nuclear accidents and can send specialized teams to Roania to assist in containment and clean-up.

(Dunno if you want a link to this part, if not then just ignore it)
We have also heard of the disappearance of Professor Harolds, and will be willing to assist your intelligence department should we hear anything.

OOC: Thank you.

IC:

"Can we accept?" Alysanndra asked the Prince.

"Why not? After they're done, we'll just kill them. Say it was radiation sickness." The Prince faced the window, hands clasped behind his back.

Alysanndra nodded, and moved to the communicator.

:COMMUNIQUE:
FROM: Roania
TO: Larkinia

We'd be honored to accept your assisstance.

OOC: :lol: Greaaaaaaaaaat. I know who I'm not sending :P

IC: Katana called up the Environmental Regulation Department and quickly put together a team to visit Roania. The team gathered their NBC equipment, security gear and boarded the transports and roared out of Larkinia heading toward Roanian Airspace.

(Let me know when they get there)

OOC: Everyone forgets just how protective Roanians get about their big weapons. :twisted:

IC: "This is Roanian Aerospace, you are cleared for landing."

The plane slowed, and landed down on the tarmac at the Stronghold International Airport. The Prince stepped out of a building. Flanking him were two Royal Guardsmen. "Honored friends! How good of you to come!"

The Five Civilized Nations is appalled by the nuclear explosion in Roania. As a sign of goodwill, we will dispatch two nuclear-engineering regiments to assist in the cleanup and rebuilding of Southern Altara. Commanded by Major General Ma Yue, the regiments will be placed under your disposal.

The Five Civilized Nations has set up a trust fund of US$25 billion to compensate the relatives of those deceased or hurt by the incident. In addition, US$100 billion has been placed under the disposal of the Roanian government to fund any cleanup and/or rebuilding...

-Foreign Minister
Earl of the Watch
Zhong Da

OOC: Everyone forgets just how protective Roanians get about their big weapons. :twisted:

IC: "This is Roanian Aerospace, you are cleared for landing."

The plane slowed, and landed down on the tarmac at the Stronghold International Airport. The Prince stepped out of a building. Flanking him were two Royal Guardsmen. "Honored friends! How good of you to come!"

OOC: Oh dear...

IC: The team walked out of the plane. One older man in a grey suit walked up to the Prince and bowed, "Your majesty, we are at your service," he said. "This is one of Larkinia's Nuclear Disaster teams. Our equipment is in our plane and we are ready to go to the site when you are."

Several people in brown suits spontaneously burst into cheering at the news of Five Civilised Nations donating money.

After they regained their breath, they sent this.

COMMUNIQUE

We thank you from the bottom of our hearts, and our people thank you as well. Bless you.

<>

Alexander laughed. "Of course! My security personnel shall take you to the site immediately. But first, wouldn't you like a drink?"

The scientists looked at each other, "I... er.. well of course we would not want to offend your majesty if you would like to have a drink before we visit the site, we'd be more than honored to have one."

Another man asked, "If it's all right, I'll stay and get the equipment off-loaded and en route to the site."

In the 5CN military base in the Magistrate Islands, forty-two modified AirbusA390 transports took off laden with two engineering regiments and their radiation equipment. Escorted by a squadron of F-39G Sky Corsair Attack Fighters, the transports flew towards Roania.

Meanwhile, US$100 billion was transferred to Roania's Swiss Bank Account. A trust fund of US$25 billion was placed in a trust fund in a Bank Account in the Cayman Islands.

Alexander smiled and snapped his fingers. "Balthazar, fetch our friends a drink, and prepare the convoy." He smiled. "Please, my friends, do relax. The contaminated areas are far to the north, this might be your last chance to sample the comforts of civilisations for some time."

The lead doctor, with the name Mathews on his uniform tag, smiled to the Prince, "Thank you, your majesty. It was a long flight. Come on guys," he said turning to the rest of the team. "Relax."

The team did take the opportunity to stretch and relax as the drinks were brought forward.

A few hours later, the convoy was driving through the mountains. Around them, dozens of Roanian Decon Corps and Legion Vehicles rolled forward. One of the jeep-like vehicles drove around to the Larkinians. A fit, attractive woman looked up. "You the foriegn decon team?" She said, in a flat emotionless voice.

Forty-two modified Airbus A390 transports escorted by the dozen F-39G Sky Corsair Attack Fighters neared Roanian airspace.

This is Army Transport Flight A92K3 to Roanian air control... Requesting permission to enter Roanian airspace. Transporting nuclear engineering regiments for rebuilding Altara...

Prince Alexander snarled silently. "Direct them to Aguan Airport, then put them on the next convoy."

"Yes my lord. Any thing else?"

"See that they get a good view of the native wildlife."

(OOC: Roania, there are 8,000 Army Nuclear Engineers and their equipment and supplies... You're going to need a lot of trucks... And why did Alexander snarl?)

A few hours later, the convoy was driving through the mountains. Around them, dozens of Roanian Decon Corps and Legion Vehicles rolled forward. One of the jeep-like vehicles drove around to the Larkinians. A fit, attractive woman looked up. "You the foriegn decon team?" She said, in a flat emotionless voice.

Mathews turns to look at her as she approached, "Yes ma'am we are. Captain David Mathews, ma'am. Where can we set up?"

'I am Lord Captain Irene Grensty. We will be entering Altara soon. I wish to know your exact numbers and equipment."

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OOC: I know, I know. 5cn, you're people have been cleared for landing.