NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I have decided my nation should go in to space, this will only be launching stellites and maybe landing on the moon, we are not planning to go any further than the moon, but we might send probes up or satellites to other planets, but that will be in the future.

IC:
"Oh jack don't leave me, its n-"
"We interrupt your prgram for a speech from the prime minister."
Joy hated it when her programs where interrupted for other, less important things.

The prime minister walked briskly towards the oak podium. There was a cheer from the crowd gathered there. Calling it a crowd would be an understatement though, other 1'000'000 people had filled the Kara'lor. The Kara'lor was built 74 years ago as a place for the king to talk to his subjects, now the prime minister used it to address his people.
"People, of Kazaakisthan, the government of our fine nation, have decided to" The prime minister paused for dramatic effect. "Travel into space!" A huge cheer rang out from the crowds, but the prime minister raised his hnd and the cheers stopped, it was amazing how a crowd of so many could make so little noise. "Tommorow the foundations shall be dug of our new space research center." The prime minister turned around and bands started to play, the crowd erupted into cheers, laughter and talking.

OOC: Anyone can join this roleplay.

The Armed Republic Of Nazguul
The Ministry Of Intelligence

All television programs are pre-empted, in Nazguul. There will be a national address from the President, Viktor Lazlo.

In the round hall of Denkmalshultz, Viktor Lazlo stands at a podium, signaling for the ear-splitting cheers to fade.

"People Of The Armed Republic Of Nazguul. I have decided to support the Nation of Kazaakisthan in their quest for space travel and co-habitation. I pledge, if Kazaakisthan will have us, to send our finest team of specialists and scientists to assist and share with them, this glorious step in technology in our thriving Nations!"

The people cheer, and begin to chant "Lazlo! Lazlo! Lazlo!" defeaningly loud, to which he returns the salute, and the transmission fades out, restoring the original broadcast.

The man in the chair took a long drag from his ciggerate.
"So, what your saying, is once we have esatblished a space program and satellites are going up a lot we could slip in a military satellite?"
"Yes, but not just a spy satellite a spy sattelite armed with SLBM's*"
"But what if the public find out about that, or other country's they'll question it and our current goverment to the end of the earth. Then nobody has to find out, not even the team working on it."

*That Satellite Launched Ballistic Missiles, not Submarine Launched Ballistic Missiles.

Gstad, Nazguul.
Hammerstein Air Base

A team of scientists and gear are being loaded into a C-37 A civilian transport plane. They depart for the capital of Kazaakisthan. To arrive in two hours...

Four harriers will meet you shortly after you leave your airspace. They will escort you the rest of the way.

Your men will stay in five star accomadiation a mile down the road from our site. They will be provided Talon armoured cars, a driver and two bodygaurds each.

(Some fundamentalists have been launching attacks since we took power.)

Over Non-Nazguulian Airspace
The Scientists and Technologist gasped when they saw the Harriers join their wing, frightnend and first, but when the pilot saluted them and tipped his wing in their direction, they felt safe.
Now they looked forward to participating in this project...

The Low Orbit Recon Drone silently cruised, making it's pass over Kazaakistan. It's cameras flickered toward the four Harriers escorting the Nazguul transport, and began sucking in information from any communication it could pick up, and then turned towards it's real task- monitoring the newest test of the new ABM variant of the SB-12 ASAT Platform.

"This is harrier shop, come in harry one."
"Harry one here sir. Nothing on the radars."
"Ok you have clearance to land. Best not to take chances so the armoured cars will be waiting for them when they land."

The C-37 A lands, outside a facility in Kazaakisthan. The team unboards, and one of the scientists, Valther Model, salutes one of the Harrier pilots, he remembered training with those, some years ago, when he was an Oberleutnant, in the Nazguul Luftewaffe.
The facility looked strange, almost dug in. Model couldn't help but feel a little odd at the site of this new Nation, in his eyes anyways. The others didn't seem to mind....

~~~BZZT~~~
[Minister of Space] ?Prime Minister we must send spies to Kazaakisthan immediately to gather information on their new space program?.
[PM] ?What for, you idiots sent your cruise missile prototype crashing into the Wild-ass Forest preserve setting 1,000 acres on fire?.
[MoS] ?Kazaakisthan is starting up their space program, they will never suspect spies this early?.
[PM] ?Ok, see who we have in prison and parachute them into Kazaakisthan. What satellite are we using for this conference call??
~~~~BZZT~~~~