NationStates Jolt Archive

(See this thread: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=115090&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=120)

Wednesday, January 14th, 11:30 p.m. CBC, Commonwealth Broadcasting Company: Duce Salvator Caruzzo, addressing the people of Montesille

"Good evening, and thank you for joining me. As many of you know by now, our allies in Jiblea posted a bounty on the leadership of the treacherous nation of Danakar. As a loyal friend to the Jiblean Emperor and the leading representative of her closest ally, I declared my support for Jiblea. Danakar, in turn, responded with gross provocations. I responded with a declaration of war.
"Know that we fight on the side of righteousness. Our allies in this conflict, Jiblea and the prosperous nation of Automastan, are mighty, and Danakar will crumble under the boot of the Mondiale.
"Danakar is no threat to the Mondiale. Our air force will protect us; our armies will defend our impregnable coastline. None can stand the wrath of the Commonwealth of Montesille."

***

The air force is placed on full alert, armies begin to mobilize, and the navy vigilantly patrols the coastal waters. The rest of Montesille is still, shocked by the suddeness of war.

The armed republic of Brandongrad is in support of the war and gives montesille use of my Hospitals in any part of brandongrad and any millitary esstablishments away from larg civilian cities.

The armed republic of Brandongrad is in support of the war and gives montesille use of my Hospitals in any part of brandongrad and any millitary esstablishments away from larg civilian cities.

The Nation of Brandongrad gives Mopntesille use of all my medical services. and any tank/Airforce, landing/ repair stations

Thursday, 5:30 PM news, STJ (Stazon Televison'hin Jiblea'hin). Special press conference with the Emperor.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, as you are no doubt aware, Jiblea has declared war on Danakar, and specifically on their sovereign, for the crime of declaring the invalidity of our government and of my station. In addition, a purse of 420 million duras has been promised to anybody who brings in his head. We plan to begin by blockading him with our submarine fleet. We will then utilize a covert subterfuge plan before beginning to pound away with our soldiers. pause. I'll take some questions.

Yes, your Radiance. Yevecek Asurduri, Qshel Daily. What is your exit strategy?

Well, we plan to find this man and kill him, inflicting as much collateral damage as is necessary. Then, we leave the way we came. The Zanaclar government has generously donated us some supertankers for this purpose, and I sent General Zadavi (the leader of Zanaclar) a generous muffin basket in gratitude. Any further questions?

Your Radiance! Ahelgem Dyasyar, Grasceras Update. Do you expect bounty hunters to jump at the chance of your reward?

In all honesty, I expect some internal dissidance to take over. For savages such as them, the promise of big money will convince them to turn against one another.

Also, your Radiance, I have heard rumors about a new super-weapon. Can you confirm or deny?

It's not a super-weapon. It's simply a creative application. I've been warned by Ms. Iljura (chief of military special projects) not to say any more.

Finally, your Radiance, what will you do if you collect the bounty personally?

Honestly? I'm paying for this out of my own pocket, you understand, not from any government funds, so the money is already mine, but . . . You really want to know? If I had that kind of money to waste, I'd buy my secretary a fur coat. Nothing is as important as a good secretary, and she came from down South, near Alehardo, and she's not used to the winter up here. Of course, then I'd have to buy one for my wife, too, and then my daughters would want them so they could match, and it would go on forever. So I'd probably put it in a safe and forget about it (laughs). Anyway, this concludes the press conference.

I shall die fighting!

Know this buttstabs! People on the island of Danakar would like nothing better than to go down fighting! They have had enough of this modern, cubicle ridden, slave to the clock, materialistic existence. They take this ominous declaration of war as would a long unemployed Samurai . Today is a good day to die, and we shall do so with honor; inflicting the maximum number of casualties on you lesser beings before we perish ourselves. Many will be the tears of the mothers of Jiblea, Montesille, and Brandtotrog! Cry Havoc! And Let Loose the Dogs of War!

Forth Eorlingas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I shall die fighting!

Know this buttstabs! People on the island of Danakar would like nothing better than to go down fighting! They have had enough of this modern, cubicle ridden, slave to the clock, materialistic existence. They take this ominous declaration of war as would a long unemployed Samurai . Today is a good day to die, and we shall do so with honor; inflicting the maximum number of casualties on you lesser beings before we perish ourselves. Many will be the tears of the mothers of Jiblea, Montesille, and Brandtotrog! Cry Havoc! And Let Loose the Dogs of War!

Forth Eorlingas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Keeping a keen eye on situations to expand the doctrinal efficiencies of the small professional Federal Army, the Minister of the Army and the Minister of Munitions secured the nod from the Senate Military Training and Observation Commitee to send a small force of some 500 officers, to observe and record the ongoing war. After some small debate it was decided as the Republic is most likely to face entrenched enemies overseas, that the observers would be best placed with the Armed Forces of Jiblea and Montesille.

The Diplomatic Corps has dispatched several dignitaries to discuss with the nations of Jiblea and Montesille the possibility of putting these officers in groups of two with combat units of their respective Armies. In return for allowing Federal Army officers to observe and record what they see, the Government has authorized the diplomatic corps to offer generous trade agreements that extends even to the arms munitions trade, and the with the nod of the Minister of the Navy, the sale of 4 older Heavy Cruisers from the Federal Navy. The SMTOC is awaiting the response from these two governments.

Taking note of recent developments, the Shogun of P4lladia, Caru, decides to join in the fun.

The way I see it, you're an idiot. And as such, the Federation of Ninjao considers you to be a threat to the development of the planet. While we agree with you on some issues (i.e. the stupidity of religions, for the most part), the manner in which you deliver them and unwarrented hatred for those that subscribe to said beliefs makes you a prime target for the Ninjaon War on Error, which seeks to improve our world by forcefully promoting rationality. The Ninjaon military is ready to mobilize at a moment's notice.

"Time to see if this new weapon is worth it . . ."

High above the skies of Danakar, tiny blue airplanes, their jets barely audible in the distance, spread giant, foreboding black streaks behind them. It is not until the plane-borne clouds have started to sink over the land that their true nature becomes apparent - they are Erjafi locusts. Tenacious, hungry, and bred to fight most pesticides, they descend upon the farmlands of Danakar, eager to spread their foul, pestilential nature across the countryside . . .

(Agricultural Pests are scary things. There are 5 ways to deal with pests. The first is to ignore them. This is expensive and will lead to starvation. The second is to try to nuke them with chemical pesticides. This is also expensive and could damage your environment. The third is to try to smash them by hand. This is an ultimately futile effort. The fourth is to pull in your crops now before the locusts can eat them. This will cost you your yearly harvest. The fifth is to try to introdue a predator that will eat them, because none of your local predators are up to the task. This could be an ecological disaster if done wrong, especially since the locust population has been dropped on you in a huge number.)

The message from The Sword and The Shield weeds its way up through layers of useless bureacracy in the Commonwealth until it finally reaches the ears of Duce Salvator Caruzzo, who enthusiastically accepts the deal and offers to buy the cruisers for the listed price, suggesting that The Sword and The Shield imbed their officers with units from the Marine Corps of the Commonwealth, even offering transportation for the officers over to Montesille.

WHEREAS the nation of Danakar did indeed grossly provoke the empire of Jiblea and its allies,

WHEREAS these provocations, grevious as they were, carry no real strength

WHEREAS Danakar did NOT deploy any forces to impose its intolerant doctrine upon sovereign nations

WE the People of Mentholyptus do hereby beseech the war parties present to cease this crusade, seeing that it will lead only to more bigotry and intolerance, and would only decrease the happiness and prosperity of involved peoples. We offer our mediatorial services in this battle, in hopes that we can resolve this conflict without blood being shed. Should battle begin, however, Mentholyptus and her allies in Fististan will promptly condemn the actions of both sides and impose economic sanctions on all involved.

We hope that you will listen to the moderate voice of reason, and work for peace, not war.

USSM

What Menthoplyptus said I agree with and I ask this:

Are you going to war because he propsed a ban on religions or because he wasn't always as tactful as he should have been in his responces?

In an unheard-of interruption of regularly-scheduled programming, the leader of Joshu has just made an international press release.

"As we all know, the War on Error campaign has, so far, gone quite peacefully. Unfortunately, this peace must come to an end. The purpose of the War on Error is to ensure that rationality can one day overcome bigotry, religious zealotry, and all-around.... error. The nation of Danakar has violated this peace, beginning by stirring up the age-old argument of religion vs. secularism. Myself, I'm a somewhat religious person. However, I do not try and place one over the other- I try to maintain a Buddhist-style balance. The leader of Danakar, however, has done the exact opposite by trying to shove secular beliefs down everybody's throat, whether they are religious or otherwise.

Also, the nation's leader has made a great many errors in his statements, completely ignoring the "rational facts" he is trying to promote. For example, the statement "Confucianism, Hindu practices, Mayan rituals, all were to enhance the God/King". This statement, as known to most, is quite erroneous. Confucianism was not, in any way, a religion. But that is not the point. The point is that these factual (along with grammatical) errors have pushed the limit.

To put the icing on the cake, the leader of Danakar has also decided to promote himself as somewhat of a "martyr" for rationality. An ironic statement...

It is for this reason that the nation of Joshu has decided to join in the war against Danakar, as the first military action in the War on Error. I also have this to say to the leader of Danakar;

If you would like to meet defeat like a samurai, it is fitting that you do so at the hands of the samurai. Any attempts at invasion of Ninjao will be futile.

Thank you, I have no time for questions."

The war is on.

From: Mapalgetia
To: All Nations Invading Danakar
CC: Danakar

We have come to the following decisions:

We WILL NOT support you in your war.
We WILL harbor refugees from Danakar.
We WILL grant Danakari soldiers, seamen, and airmen and women access to our carriers, ports and airbases.
We WILL provide Danakar with any arms or armor needed for the battle.

What Menthoplyptus said I agree with and I ask this:

Are you going to war because he propsed a ban on religions or because he wasn't always as tactful as he should have been in his responces?

Jiblea is making war on Danakar because I, the Radiant Emperor of Jiblea, am supported by my population because I am their religious leader. I do not conduct wars personally, not do I make arbitrations, nor do I balance the budget. The people who do this are elected by my senators. My job as Emperor is to serve as a religious and moral beacon for these people, to uphold the Doctrine of Vekhao in my government, and to serve as a safeguard of the interests of my Children, the Jiblean People. My legitimacy as Emperor is based entirely on the legitimacy of the Doctrine of Vekhao, created in 1894 as a backlash against the hedonistic and immoral prior kingdom.

Any attack on religion is an attack on the validity of the Doctrine of Vekhao. And attack on the validity of the Doctrine of Vekhao is an attack on the validity of my government, and as such is seen as a threat to my government.

We apologize if our motives seem obtuse and unclear, but we will defend them. In Jiblea, a man's crimes are not punished because the crimes themselves are heinous, but because of what the crimes committed imply about his character. To murder is a grievous thing, of course, but the fact that a man murders implies that he is the sort of man who murders - one who thinks so much more of his own satisfaction than the concerns of others, society, and the State - and as such, is a threat to others, society, and the State, and is necessarily put down like the animal he is.

We do not wish to provoke a fight with others, and hope that they will accept our judgement, even if not agreeing with it.

(Also, note: To the FR of Sword and Shield, your offer has been accepted. We will be happy to place observers in our submarines, in the quantity previously agreed upon. We have left you contact information for a translation service, but we will leave you to make your own arrangements, unless you desire otherwise)

After having agreed to the accord with Montesille, and expected a similar response from Jiblea, the officers have began to receive boarding orders for transports (Federal Navy transports, currently available) at Corregidor Naval Command and Norfolk Naval River Command. These ships will soon leave port after meeting up with the 4 cruisers being sent to Montesille from Port Royal Naval Command (The nearest major military installation). The 4 cruisers, of the Warrior class of heavy cruisers, the former FNS Ney, FNS Laval, FNS Haig, and the FNS Foch, have all been stricken of their Federal Navy Commision, and their names assigned to several of the newer Inflexible class of heavy cruisers currently in use by the Federal Navy. They are currently steaming from Port Royal Naval Command, and will join with the transport convoy to head for Montesille.

The Federal Government warns the combatants that these ships are not to be harmed, and that any attack upon them will be met with a swift response, breifly hinting at the 2nd Battlefleet currently undergoing training exercises coordinated at Port Royal Naval Command. Shortly after this, the Government has reaffirmed that despite it's favorable trade agreements to Jiblea and Montesille, it is completely nuetral in this conflict, and trade will continue with Danakar, unless a legitimate blockade is emplaced and can be sustained. In light of the vicious attack of locusts on Danakar, the Federal Navy, under stress from the Senate to make some sign showing the Republics' nuetrality, has dispatched 5 Will of Heart class Hospital Ships to Danakarp, and the Government has issued a decleration decrying this act against the civilians in Danakar, however becuase the Republic lacks enough arable land to even grow it's own food, and relies heavily on imported food, it cannot send any foodstuffs, however negotiations are being undertaken with several major food suppliers to the possibility of sending aid. Furthermore, this is in now way the Government showing signs of supporting a religious crusade or a "war against error", the Republic is after all majority athiest, and highly secularist.

Mentholyptus, the government of Montesille can appreciate your efforts towards peace, but Montesille will not back down from its provocation to war, nor will she step away from the side of her ally, Jiblea, who is resolute in this conflict.

Diplomacy often works out this way. If one is tactless enough in his deplomacy, he puts his head on the chopping block.

On behalf of the Commonwealth of Montesille, I beg of you to reconsider your threat of economic sanctions. I wish only a peaceful and prosperous relationship between our nations; so please, if it bothers you, pay our conflict no mind.

***

Six bomber squadrons, embarking from island territories of Zanizabar (a Mondiale member-nation), make a run over the nation of Danakar not far behind Jiblea's bombers, dropping a thin layering of bombs on a city on Danakar's east coast before withdrawing to their bases again.

In Montesille, twelve Marine divisions recieve battle plans and begin preparations for embarkation.

The Distingushed General and President for Life Misha Filitov walks into his office and turns the camera on

"People of Izlabka, The land where it never stops snowing. Today after reading the positons of Dankar and the nations against her i have decided that the nations against her are on the richteous path. Therefore 500,000 Izlabiakn Paratroopers and 3500 take divisons of T-89s and 2,000 Artillery cannons leave by plane as soon as a nation gives us some place to land"

> TO: Montesville <
> CC: Jiblea <

>Re: Danakar<

::WARNING! This is a Level 2 coded transmission! Any Personnel reading this transmission must have Lima Clearance or higher! Failure to comply will have serious repercussions!::

ISAF has been studying this conflict in ideals and, while not "big fans" of religion, will be more than happy to lend all possible help to your cause(s). In the meantime, a small carrier group is being dispatched: 2 "Cygnus" Class Pocket Carriers, and a defensive patrol detail made of 5 destroyers and 9 frigates.

:End:

> TO: Montesville <
> CC: Jiblea <

>Re: Danakar<

::WARNING! This is a Level 2 coded transmission! Any Personnel reading this transmission must have Lima Clearance or higher! Failure to comply will have serious repercussions!::

ISAF has been studying this conflict in ideals and, while not "big fans" of religion, will be more than happy to lend all possible help to your cause(s). In the meantime, a small carrier group is being dispatched: 2 "Cygnus" Class Pocket Carriers, and a defensive patrol detail made of 5 destroyers and 9 frigates.

:End:

The Chairman of the Board, Lady Elysian, enters her office atop the new corperate building, sitting down at her desk she turns to her right at the wonderful skyscraper vista of the nearby capital of Mikosolf City, now spewing smoke in the early dawn.

Turning back to her oak desk she finds a file marked Danakar: Possible Interest?

Openning and skimming the file and breifing reports she musses, War over religion and secular thought, "because he put his neck on the chopping block", "in the right", sounds like a little fanatical war.

But looking at it again a possibility comes up, Help Danakar to the point of saving him but not preventing destruction then soaking up lucritive contracts of rebuilding the nation, brilliant.

Within hours and official announcment was made, "The Mikosolf Conglomerate, wielding the force of AFRP and Udek are declaring that any hostile actions taken against Danakar from this point (ooc: after your inital bombing) will be taken as hostile actions against free speech and secular thought!"

A flight of unmarked bombers set out from bases in the Indian Ocean today. The flight flew over Zanzibar, dropping several hundred pounds of bombs onto the airfields from which the Invading bombers had originated. The bombers then landed in Danakar.

OOC: You do not know who these bombers were from.

The Duce, stressed beyond the natural limits of the average man by the duties of his office now more than ever before, happily takes a short break after recieving word about Izlabka to call their president and thank him for his support. His pleasant conversation is cut off, though, when he hears about the ISAF. Glowing with success, he puts through an order to respond to the coded transmission.

TO: ISAF

Re: Re: Danakar

::similarly coded transmission::

Montesille is most grateful for your intervention, and suggests that your fleet be deployed to patrol on Danakar's east coast. The carriers will be quite useful.

::end::

Jiblea's navy is prepared. In addition to an undisclosed quantity of Kraken-class nuclear submarines, the Jibleans have borrowed almost the entire Merchant-Marine of their neighbor Zanaclar and are preparing to bring 250,000 soldiers, as well as the entire Black Cross Special Forces unit. We will be supported by 90 armored divisions, for a total of 1800 tanks.

We wish to thank both Izlabka and the ISAF for their assistance, and we will offer Izlabka a place to land as soon as we have cleared and taken some large territory.

We also wish to caution our allies not to overextend themselves, now that the Danakar countryside is free of provision.

((OOC: Your "unmarked" bombers took off, flew over two nations that are on a war footing, somehow avoided all Air Defence systems, bombarded them with hundreds of pounds of bombs, and made it to Danakar all safe and sound, a little strange, no? ))

The Duce, stressed beyond the natural limits of the average man by the duties of his office now more than ever before, happily takes a short break after recieving word about Izlabka to call their president and thank him for his support. His pleasant conversation is cut off, though, when he hears about the ISAF. Glowing with success, he puts through an order to respond to the coded transmission.

TO: ISAF

Re: Re: Danakar

::similarly coded transmission::

Montesille is most grateful for your intervention, and suggests that your fleet be deployed to patrol on Danakar's east coast. The carriers will be quite useful.

::end::

Jiblea's navy is prepared. In addition to an undisclosed quantity of Kraken-class nuclear submarines, the Jibleans have borrowed almost the entire Merchant-Marine of their neighbor Zanaclar and are preparing to bring 250,000 soldiers, as well as the entire Black Cross Special Forces unit. We will be supported by 90 armored divisions, for a total of 1800 tanks.

We wish to thank both Izlabka and the ISAF for their assistance, and we will offer Izlabka a place to land as soon as we have cleared and taken some large territory.

We also wish to caution our allies not to overextend themselves, now that the Danakar countryside is free of provision.

A flight of unmarked bombers set out from bases in the Indian Ocean today. The flight flew over Zanzibar, dropping several hundred pounds of bombs onto the airfields from which the Invading bombers had originated. The bombers then landed in Danakar.

OOC: You do not know who these bombers were from.

OOC: The Sword and Sheild is right. Mapalgetia, these claims are absurd. If you have any pride, you will dismiss the idea of this miracle bombing run altogether.

(OOC) Then again going to war over a philisofical discussion in the "free-speech" forum of the UN seems pretty silly, you have nothing to gain and everything to lose!

At least I stand to make a profit!

(OOC) Then again going to war over a philisofical discussion in the "free-speech" forum of the UN seems pretty silly, you have nothing to gain and everything to lose!

At least I stand to make a profit!

(OOC) The UN forum is also In-character, and as such we can respond to it as the policy of our nations dictates. I already explained Jiblea's rationale.

(OOC) Most nations don't declare wars over philisophical issues otherwise known as religious wars (crusades jihads etc!). Sound economic or political reasons are what start most wars (that or assassinations).

And Mikosolf stands for no "jihad".

(OOC) Then again going to war over a philisofical discussion in the "free-speech" forum of the UN seems pretty silly, you have nothing to gain and everything to lose!

At least I stand to make a profit!

((OOC: Just kick back and enjoy the war.))

There was tension in the air as Secretary of Diplomacy Mark Rittstein walked to the podium. Everyone wanted to know if Automastan really was about to go to war. He adjusted the microphone as needed and began the press conference.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you know, Parliament signed a joint declaration of war against the tactless and arrogantly atheist nation of Danakar only yesterday. However, the Federal Republic of the Sword and Shield has offered to negotiate a way to avoid war. The president recognizes that war is a costly way to resolve differences, and so has accepted the FRSS's offer. Two of Automastan's finest diplomats are already at Alkirk-Golden Hill International Airport, waiting for the Sword and Shield to send landing coordinates. The president hopes for the best from this meeting. Thank you."

(OOC) If you want to start something on merely philisophical views start an embargo!

And yes, I will enjoy the war cause as soon as the first anti-Danakar soldier puts foot on solid ground your gonna be having an angry mega-corperation on your arse.

There was tension in the air as Secretary of Diplomacy Mark Rittstein walked to the podium. Everyone wanted to know if Automastan really was about to go to war. He adjusted the microphone as needed and began the press conference.

"Ladies and gentlemen, as you know, Parliament signed a joint declaration of war against the tactless and arrogantly atheist nation of Danakar only yesterday. However, the Federal Republic of the Sword and Shield has offered to negotiate a way to avoid war. The president recognizes that war is a costly way to resolve differences, and so has accepted the FRSS's offer. Two of Automastan's finest diplomats are already at Alkirk-Golden Hill International Airport, waiting for the Sword and Shield to send landing coordinates. The president hopes for the best from this meeting. Thank you."

Jiblea will accept the possibility of diplomacy. We will attend this diplomatic session, but we do not expect much.

Jiblea sends Negotiator Alakur Najeshra to speak on our behalf. Hopefully, she will produce a good deal.

Until further notice, the Jiblean Legions en route to Danakar have been quartered at Zanzibar. The Emperor offers his severe apologies and will pay for any trouble his soldiers cause. The soldiers themselves are ordered to play hands of Hearts until somebody actually reaches a thousand points.

Mapalgetia wrote:
A flight of unmarked bombers set out from bases in the Indian Ocean today. The flight flew over Zanzibar, dropping several hundred pounds of bombs onto the airfields from which the Invading bombers had originated. The bombers then landed in Danakar.

OOC: You do not know who these bombers were from.


OOC: The Sword and Sheild is right. Mapalgetia, these claims are absurd. If you have any pride, you will dismiss the idea of this miracle bombing run altogether. But what claims? What miracle bombing run? We know not what you speak of!

OOC: How is it a miracle? Sure, shoot at the planes, do whatever...but post it, and not these cryptic objections! And, anyhow, nobody posted that they were firing back...just that it was impossible for me to do.

For the love of...wait, that's what the war's about, eh.

Montesille also is interested in this new diplomacy, and will send one Ambassador Leon Beresti to speak on our behalf in the conference.

In the meantime, the Marine embarkation has been suspended until further notice, and the Montesillano air force has been ordered to cease all planned bombing runs.

Watching the conflict begin to escalate as more and more nations begin to eye the conflict with growing interest, the Federal Republic has taken up the torch with Mentholyptus to offer mediation for peace. The Diplomatic Corps has request Mentholyptus send dignitaries to the Federal capitol of Philadelphia to discuss a strategy of brokering peace. Similarly, the D.C. has sent requests that all parties currently at a state of war, send their highest available dignitaries, invested with the power to bring an end to the war peacefully, to the quiant seaside villa of St. Loriene, to discuss in meetings, mediated by Mentholyptus and Federal diplomats, a peaceful end to the war without further bloodshed.

A request to order a truce has been sent to all warring parties, for a time of no longer then 1-2 months. The entire trip and stay will be provided by the Federal Republic, and the elite of the Federal Army will ensure safety for all dignitaries, and the beautiful resort should provide a proper meeting place. Each party will be quartered in it's own large villa, swept twice a day, seperated from the other, and the main meetings will be held in a large building just in front of the riverboat port. The Diplomatic Corps is awaiting the response from each government

To make sure a full blown (and profitable) breaks out, but only for logical non-philisophical reasons, Mikosolf will send the Vice-President of The Department of Justifing its own Existance to these proceddings.

Furthermore, active millitary troops status will be down graded from DEFCON 4 to DEFCON 2.

Montesille's ambassador makes an inquiry to what will become of the purchase of heavy cruisers from the Federal Navy. Regardless of how this may or may not turn out, Montesille is ready to accept a truce.

We would like to send an observer, Mikan Haran, to the peace talks. Of course, we had nothing to do with the actual fighting, but we are supporting Danakar.

...to the quiant seaside villa of St. Loriene, to discuss in meetings, mediated by Mentholyptus and Federal diplomats, a peaceful end to the war without further bloodshed.The mailboy rushed onto the tarmac, the important news in hand. The government pilot, who was used to things like this, snatched the letter from the boy's hand and quickly opened it. It read:
[code:1:a2918dcc0c]Sword and Shield requests diplomats be sent to St. Loriene, at COORDINATES CLASSIFIED. Dispatch immediately.[/code:1:a2918dcc0c]
With that, the pilot hastily turned on the plane's engines and began taxiing. In only a few hours, the plane would land at the St. Loriene landing strip (if indeed the town has one of its own, otherwise at the nearest airport).

The Federal Navy has confirmed that these ships have officially been sold to Montesille, regardless of the outcome of the talks, for the bargained price originally agreed upon (about 2/3 the cost of building them myself). Once within Montesillan National Waters the cruisers will be officially handed over to the Navy of Montesille, and the skeleton crews on board will dock them, take down the Standard of the Republic, and exit the ship, at which point they are officially property of the Navy of Montesille (This is to prevent any attacks while they are en route). The skeleton crew will be transported back to the Port Royal Naval Base by several transports arriving.

Details of the St. Loriene area:

Small town on the outlying islands of Saranto, about 220 Nuatical Miles from the Federal Homeland, on one of the medium sized islands. It is the most popular of the resort islands, offering many deepharbors for tourists to even come in their own yachts. The sparkling waters are ideal for viewing or swimming (sharks not common), and the average temperature hangs around a comfortable 75-90 degrees Fahrenheit. The entire island has been sealed off to tourists by the Federal Navy (A squadron of picket cruisers is assigned to keep the waters clear) for the proceedings. The compounds that will be used take up most of the island, particularly the meeting halls. The island itself holds no air field, the nearest two being Hart International Airport on the large island of Nanvine, and for those wishing a more official or safe trip, Fort Mariom Air Base on the island of Ark Bate.

Dignitaries will be transported to the island of St. Loriene by either a civilian ferry (escorted of course), or a Federal Navy destroyer (or if they are lucky enough to catch it heading out, the battleship FNS Warspite). Dignitaries will be allowed to bring an armed guard if they so wish, however it is stressed that the Army is more then capable of handling security, and that armed guards will not be allowed to exit that parties particular compound.

Mr. Haran has opted for the ferry approach. He is his own bodyguard, but carries no weapons (unless his briefcase and a Class II bulletproof vest are weapons)

Alakur Najeshra, our diplomat, will bring only her normal entourage. No armed security is necessary.

Our deal is simple. Danakar has two options.

One, they can deliver the head of their head of state, who denied the legitimacy of our government. Whoever delivers it will recieve the 420,000,000 dura reward and will recieve the Silver Star of Conspicuous Merit from the Emperor Himself.

Second, the government of Danakar can retract their prior comments, affirm the legitimacy and validity of His Radiance the Emperor Jorj-Vekhao Cardaryas I, 5th Emperor of the Holy Empire of Jiblea, and the Holy Empire of Jiblea as a political entity, and pay for the cost of mobilizing the soldiers and using (but not developing) the Agricide locust-swarm.

This is our platform. Once either of these is done, we withdraw our interest in the nation of Danakar, and will not stand in the way of Mikosolf to obtain the reconstrution contact.

Alakur Najeshra, our diplomat, will bring only her normal entourage. No armed security is necessary.

Our deal is simple. Danakar has two options.

One, they can deliver the head of their head of state, who denied the legitimacy of our government. Whoever delivers it will recieve the 420,000,000 dura reward and will recieve the Silver Star of Conspicuous Merit from the Emperor Himself.

Second, the government of Danakar can retract their prior comments, affirm the legitimacy and validity of His Radiance the Emperor Jorj-Vekhao Cardaryas I, 5th Emperor of the Holy Empire of Jiblea, and the Holy Empire of Jiblea as a political entity, and pay for the cost of mobilizing the soldiers and using (but not developing) the Agricide locust-swarm.

This is our platform. Once either of these is done, we withdraw our interest in the nation of Danakar, and will not stand in the way of Mikosolf to obtain the reconstrution contact.

Well done on that.

After several hours in the air, the island of Ark Bate finally appeared on the horizon. The pilot began his descent and radioed the tower at Fort Mariom AFB.

"Fort Mariom, this is AGP-19 requesting permission for landing. We are carrying two diplomats bound for St. Loriene. Over."

Announcement: Status Change

Mikosolf has stated support of Danakar in the effect of probacal war in the case of, "philisophical issues." However, if the issues pressed will be the sovernty of nations then we shall not intervien but merely clean up the mess and walk away with "a wheel barrow full of money." (Which is an inaccurate situation because our Pre-Damage Assesment ranges from anywhere from 175 billion to 500 billion depending on duration, which is far larger than a wheel barrow.)

Dignitary is still being sent under same pretenses. DEFCON remains unchanged.

Mentholptus will sent two distinguished delegates, Senators Laramie and Janson, to the peace conference on St. Loriene. They should land at Hart International Airport by this time tomorrow, and will be immediately traveling by ferry to oversee peace negotiations. We, the Mentholyptus Government, most graciously thank Danakar, Jiblea, and all those concerned for opting to attempt peace. Hopefully, negotiations will be most productive, and bloodshed will be avoided.

USSM

Robert Evans stood uneasily in the Northwest Quadrant watchtower of Fort Mariom AFB. He had dealt with the peace negotiations between the Republic and Imperial Canada, and the annexation rights of the Randovian peoples, becoming one of the most distinguished of the Federal Republic's diplomats, but this was the first time he would not be representing the Federal Government, but instead a mediator between two parties.

He was grateful he wasn't alone, along with him was another ambassador noted for his skill, Douglas Verone, although he seemed more intent on impressing the foreign dignitaries with symbols of power, such as attempting to requisition the Fleet Carrier FNS Ark Royal to hold discussions on, though such attempts were denied. Verone had won in one small way, becuase of an odd "mishap" in Corregidor Naval Command, the FNS Warspite, one of the Navy's largest and most grand battleships, had found it's way to Garlan Naval Base, the base that was ferrying dignitaries from Ark Bate to St. Loriene.

Also along to mediate, though not there yet, were two distinguished ambassadors from the nation of Mentholyptus. He looked forward to meeting them once they arrived at St. Loriene, would have preferred to meet them at Hart IA, but Verone had been given that task. Instead, he spent his time on Ark Bate, awaiting the arrival of the first dignitaries, all the warring parties had agreed to attend the meeting, off to a good start so far.

He was shoken from his thoughts by a young Lieutenant who approached him. He looked up as if the officer had just interrupted a private moment, something he was known for, and for a moment the officer stumbled, unsure of what to say. Finally Evans spoke.

"Yes?" A deep sigh escaped his chest, the tedious day to day workings of the Air Base were beginning to become dull to him, perhaps another Air Scramble Drill.

"Well, sir, you requested to be informed immediately of any arrivals, well sir an aircraft has been given clearence to land on the Northwest landing strip, it is designated AGP-19, and carries emisaries from Automastan."

Evans practically leaped across the room and through the doorway, not even bothering to thank the Lieutenant for delivering the information. The Northwest landing strip was not that far, however he had wanted to meet the first dignitaries as they stepped off their transport, he hoped Verone would attempt the same, after all, they were here to cater to the two parties and broker a deal.

As he stepped out of the watchtower onto the tarmac he caught site of the aircraft, gathering up his composure, he prepared to greet the first arrival....

As the Automastan Government Plane #19 landed, the nation's most famous two married diplomats began gathering their bags. David and Tamar Gorwood looked anxiously at each other, then out the window at the Fort Mariom runway.

Tamar broke the silence. "So who do you suppose the Sword and Shield sent to greet us?" she asked her husband as they deplaned.
"Well, dear, seeing as we've never really has any diplomatic relations with this country before, I can hardly imagine. Maybe a senator, or even a military officer. They could even have sent another..." He was cut off by the sight of Mr. Evans on the tarmac. "...Diplomat. Well, I guess that answers your question."

He turned to Mr. Evans, who by now they had reached. "Ah, you must the the Sword and Shield diplomat. How do you do? I'm David Gorwood, and this is my wife, Tamar."

Therapon Protarchon Aaron Potts of the Commonwealth of the Logarchy, on behalf of the Aristoi, in Council assembled, sends warmest regards and best wishes to the delegates assembled at the peace conference. Regardless of our respect for the delegates and the nations involved, we wish to reaffirm our desire to see the leader of the nation of Danakar tried and appropriately punished for his crimes against reason, his threats against sovereignty, and his attempts to destroy the natural rights of all men and women to worship whatever and whomever they should so please.

The Logarchy would also like to offer its full support to the War on Error. We are willing to provide shipments of agricultural products to the deployed forces, though as yet we do not have the merchant fleet necessary to distribute them. If there is a scarcity of trained soldiers, we offer ours- no armaments provided as our military has grown beyond our ability to equip them with modern weapons.

Our natural harbors are open to the allies in the War on Error at any time.

I will beat you all with my chocolate. you panzees will never defeat me!!!!!!
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

I will beat you all with my chocolate. you panzees will never defeat me!!!!!!
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

I will beat you all with my chocolate. you panzees will never defeat me!!!!!!
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

I will beat you all with my chocolate. you panzees will never defeat me!!!!!!
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Argh, a spammer. Given his nation's age, you'd think he would know better...

Evans stood on the tarmac anxiously, the line of soldiers he had intended to greet them were unavailable, as he had been lax in his responsibilties, and not had them ready, so it was just him to represent the Republic. He had wondered who they'd expected, but doubted his reputation went fay beyond the borders of the Republic.

He took a few tentative steps forward, then rethought it and decided it best to keep his place. He hoped Valore would be better at this then he was at this, perhaps he should be ready next time. Again he delved himself into his own thoughts, as was his routine, perhaps he should bring them to St. Loriene on the Warspite, no no no, the ferry's would do just as well, or maybe they wanted too. Or perhaps by air, no, they just traveled so far by air, the sea would be more relaxing, but what if they get sea..... he was interrupted again.

The Automastan diplomats were standing in front of him, he did his best to hide the scowl that developed whenever someone did that, and remained polite.

"Welcome to the Federal Republic of the Sword and Sheild, I'm Robert Evans, one of four appointed diplomats to mediate negotiations. I'm doing very well this day, I hope you both are as well. We have transport waiting for you just beyond the hangar, which will take us to Garlan Naval Base where your ferry awaits to take you to St. Loriene."

With that Evans turned about, motioning for them to follow, he walked several feet, hoping they were following, he didn't want to seem to eager by constantly turning about to make sure they were still following, they weren't kids after all. As he came around the hangar he was delighted to see someone had taken initiative.

Two vehicles were waiting, a crew to load luggage and drive, and standing in a neat row with rifles at a salute were 16 soldiers in a double line, with a lieutenant at the end of the line, standing firmly straight and in place with a crisp salute.The soldiers had quite obviously not been fully prepared, they wore the green greatcoats that they wore on duty, but the officer had came out in full dress uniform, the dark blue tunic over black pants secured with a belt, along wit the strap across the chest, the standard blew lightly in the wind next to the officer, except for the enlisted uniforms, he couldn't have asked for more.

He turned to the two diplomats and motioned towards the vehicles, and smiling said "Your long voyage is almost at an end, from here it's a simple drive then a boat trip."

Blargistania will also send in a small contingent of diplomats. Brown and Aldrenson will be arriving with the delegates from Mentholyptus to attempt to mediate peace talks.

OOC: My comp logged me on as Pythonists accidentaly for some reason. I will be posting as Blargistania from now on.

Already the Gorwoods were impressed by the Sword and Shield's hospitality, and they had only traveled a few yards. Not wanting to seem unappreciative, Tamar said, "Thank you, Mr. Evans. I'm sure David and I will enjoy the trip over to St. Loriene. We've always loved boats."

Without much hesitation, they handed their bags to the loading crew and walked up to the nearest vehicle. "this is the one you want us to ride in, right?" Tamar said.

The Citadel was bustling with activity. There was barely room for people to move around, and the military had begun to encroach upon the civilian parts of the structure. The sprawling, massive fortress-like building had not seen this much activity since its opening festival.

Outside the citadel, in a structure about 100 yards away, a massive steel door creaked and slowly swung open.

"Doors open, capp'in, you're clear for takeoff." A voice could be heard over the loudspeakers.
"Great. Alright, men! We're suited up, the birds are fueled up and the door's open. Board your dropships and get ready for immediate departure!" The captain rallied his troops. "The situation in Danakar is peaceful right now...let's change that, shall we?"

10 dropships were quickly populated by 200 NODC forces, a simple escort team. The gangly, clunky looking vehicles, jokingly referred to as "Albatrosses", cleared the hangar doors, took a left through a canyon and quickly gained altitude to fly over the mountains. The ships headed toward the allied state of Joshu, to pick up some "cargo".

As the sun rose over the skies of Joshu, the prestigious leader was already dressed. But he was not wearing a sleeping robe-he was dressed in full samurai armor, crafted with carbon nanotubing. He was equipped with a katana and wakizashi, with a very elegant tanto hidden in his sash. He was standing in the middle of a large military base, surrounded by hundreds of other samurai, talking amongst themselves and awaiting the arrival of dropships from P4lladia.

A hush overcomes the group as the dropships arrive. At once, all the samurai stand, their attention once again drawn to their leader. He signals them with a nod, and they all rush onto the Joshu dropships that were parked nearby. After a few minutes, most are filled.

"Where is the 'cavalry'?" the well-adorned leader inquired.

"They've just arrived, Hitokiri." The Hitokiri looked to his right and saw a group of 10 men dressed in elaborate black armor, armed with tall and slender naginata polearms. Each was mounted upon a sleek, muscular dragon (Eastern), about 25 feet long with surprisingly "calm" expressions on their elongated faces. Their tufty manes blew in the wind as the troops awaited a response.

"Load up, let's move out! So begins the War on Error."

The dragon-riders rode their dragons into the remaining dropships, and soon the entire group was in the air.

The 20 large, clunky dropships were on a set course to the southwest, out of the broders of Ninjao and the protection of the LWECS shield. The pilots could see the ocean from the aircraft, and a faint water-like effect about 5 miles ahead of them where the shield was turning the atmosphere into plasma. The lead pilot punched in an 8-digit code into a keypad in the cockpit, and an EM field dampening beam shot past the dropships and created a circular opening in the shield bubble. The ships went through.

"A-7756 to base, we've cleared the bubble." The pilot radioed to the citadel.
"Roger that A-7756. Disengaging EM dampener." Traffic control replied, and closed the hole.

Palladiate Caru stood in the "aircraft carrier", a glass-encased tower protruding from the top of the central platform connecting 3 of SkyCity's mile-high towers. Nearby were several high-ranking government and miltary officials. A large holodisplay was overlayed over the window in front of the Palladiate.

"Sir, the dropships have cleared the border. They're over international water, heading south-southwest towards Danakar." A random flunkie relayed the citadel traffic control messages to Caru.

"Very good." The Palladiate responded. He then contacted one of the dropships. "Joshu, status?"

"Looking good, Caru. We've got about....200 NODCs up here, 10 dragon-riders and a good 100 samurai. If things get rough, we can definitely handle it."

"Good job, Joshu. I've got some matters to attend to here, and I will be joining you rather shortly. In the meantime, don't go blowing up anything without me."

"Haha, will do. See you later."

Evans nodded, and smiled as they got into the vehicle, and once he got the nod from the loading crew he got into the vehicle as well, an at once the two vehicles made their way away from the line of soldiers, who were by now turning sharply and marching away. He wondered who had put that together, perhaps the Lieutenant he had been so brisk too, that would be somewhat embarrasing when he returned to greet the next diplomats to arrive at Fort Mariom.

Fort Mariom AFB was not quite the sprawling airfield that would have been needed for the mission of accepting dignitaries and providing security from the air for the Peace Conference. Once they had passed the large line of permanent buildings of the command and control sections, they came upon the extended and added airfield areas, hastily constructed tents and hangars, packed with fighters. The airfields in this area didn't look quite as hardened as the ones they had left, mostly becuase they had so recently been laid down to expand the Airbase to deal with the demands. But it still looked a lot more professional then when he had seen it last coming in, when the Engineers were laying down the plans, and it still maintained the air of professionalism that the Army and Air Force carried (I drastically prefer quality over quantity, my Army is small but expertly trained, the Air Force is slightly larger, but the Navy is my main force, the largest and eats up most of the budget).

He chatted a little bit with the Automastan diplomats, they seemed like nice people, and it the drive seemed to be shortened then the last time he had taken it. When he finally turned back around after a conversation he realized the driver was checking in at the outer perimeter security posts of Garlan Naval Base. Having everything checked out they were allowed through, and the small convoy continued on into the base proper. Garlan Naval Base had similarly been expanded to hold extra supplies and quarters for the Marine detachment and to sufficiently supply the ships that had been designated the "Guard" Squadron. As they finally reached the docks he could see the cove that made up the harbor of Garlan was almost devoid of ships.

He recognized the streamlined curves of two Swiftsure class light cruisers, and the large yacht that was serving as the official ferry. And beside it the massive hulk of the FNS Warspite. The Warspite was an aging ship, the only one left of her class, however she still maintained an air of authority about her, the massive 18'' guns she carried were the largest in the fleet (16'' and 15'' are preferred now for me), and she had a tonnage that almost matched the newer battleships. The thing that was killing her career was her speed, becuase of the heavy tonnage and poor propulsion, it could only keep a moderate speed of 20 knots compared to her replacement, the Excelsior class BB, which could maintain 28-30 knots.

As the vehicles came to a halt at the docking ramps that led to one of the two large yachts, he stepped out and immediately opened the door for the two delegates.

"Welcome to Garlan Naval Base, this yacht will ferry you to St. Loriene, it's only about a 3 hour trip across some calm seas to the docks of St. Loriene. The crew is currently loading your luggage on board, if you need anything the crew of the yacht, which has been designated the FNS Falconus, can supply you with it. PLease, enjoy your trip to St. Loriene, I will be coming there as well as soon as the last delegates arrive."

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Republic was only supposed to mediate the peace talks, ensure safety, but nothing had been said about enforcing the truce. To this end, they left the monitoring of each nations' defense to that nation, and as the dropships from the two nations approached Danakar, the Federal government was unaware. However any attempt to break the truce may bring the Government to a swifter decision.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Evans," David said. "It's been a nice ride so far, and I'm sure the Falconus will continue the feel."

With that, the Gorwoods left the vehicle and walked toward the yacht. It took only one look back from David to see the Federal porters were not far behind. He whispered to Tamar: "So far, so good, don't you agree?"
"Yes, very good, dear," Tamar replied. "I wasn't expecting to be ferried to St. Loriene in such an exquisite craft."
"It kind of puts you at ease, doesn't it?"
"Why yes, it does. Somehow you always know what I'm thinking, David." Tamar smiled, and her husband smiled back. They both knew this would be a difficult task once the negotiations began, but the setting seemed to ease tensions.

((OOC: Hmm... maybe we should pause or something, to see if Danakar still acknowledges the war... they are, after all, right at the center of this conflict.))

OOC: Probably not a bad idea. Perhaps the nation being assaulted here would like to send a couple of diplomats to plead with the other nations?

OOC: Danakar seems to be ignoring pretty much everything at the moment and then prattling on- he was on just a few minutes ago. Methinks this will be a war-by-proxy.

A lone airliner cruised into the airspace above the St. Loriene region. It bore markings of Fististan Regional Travel, the government-controlled provider of all air travel in Fististan. Aboard: the four delegates from that region; Laramie and Janson from Mentholyptus, as well as Blargistania's Brown and Aldrenson. They were conversing on board the plane, sharing some thoughts about the surely difficult negotiations ahead.
"So, do any of you really expect to stop all this?" asked Senator Janson.
"It's too early to say, really, but things are definitely looking up. There was that request for an apology by Jiblea, maybe they'll offer some concessions in exchange for that." responded Brown.
"That's a good point, but-" Aldrenson was interrupted by one of the flight crew reminding them to prepare for landing. Sidling into its approach corridor to Hart International Airport, the sleek jet slowed, descended, and touched down on Runway B. When it came to a stop on the tarmac, the delegates rose from their seats, and headed for the exit. Upon exiting the plane, they were greeted by a man who had just hurried out from the terminal. It was Robert Evans.

(OOC: I'll let Sword and Shield take care of getting the delegates to the conference, seeing as you seem to be in a different time zone and it would proceed too slowly otherwise. Hopefully Danakar will do something.)

Hey??!

I thought the war was over........?? I thought I lost but took down a shitload of attackers?? Am I soon to be put on trial in The Hague? Let me know. I'll clear my schedule........ You guys sure have great imaginations and know how to have fun with the English language!

-War Criminal On the Run "DANAKAR"

((OOC: ...which settles our question about the war. I think we should just assume it's over.))

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!! I survived the war!! Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!! I wanna go to Hawaii!!!

Hey??!

I thought the war was over........?? I thought I lost but took down a shitload of attackers?? Am I soon to be put on trial in The Hague? Let me know. I'll clear my schedule........ You guys sure have great imaginations and know how to have fun with the English language!

-War Criminal On the Run "DANAKAR"

I dropped an agricultural weapon on you, we started surrounding you with ship, soldier, and submarine, and somebody intervened in the hopes of peace.

At the present, you are facing a famine, and you have not fired a single shot. No foot has been set on your soil yet.

I'm deposed and in Hawaii! What do I care about that mangy excuse for a republic I used to govern. The chics are hot here! Drop me a line. I'm on Oahu.

I'm deposed and in Hawaii! What do I care about that mangy excuse for a republic I used to govern. The chics are hot here! Drop me a line. I'm on Oahu.

--Encoded telegram to the State of Hawaii and all pretenders and claimants to rule over the Hawaiian Islands. Not for general release.--

HEAD OF DANAKAR REPORTEDLY WITHIN YOUR TERRITORIES STOP LOGARCHY OFFERS 350 MILLION DRACHMA BOUNTY STOP DEAD OR ALIVE DELIVERED TO THERAPON PROTARCHON AARON POTTS STOP HAVE RECOVERED HIS DNA AT GREAT COST STOP FRAUD WILL BE PUNISHED BY WAR STOP SUCCESSFUL DELIVERY WILL BRING TRADE CONCESSIONS STOP

--End transmission--

--Encoded telegram to all allies in the War on Error--

HEAD OF DANAKAR REPORTEDLY IN OAHU STOP LOGARCHY OFFERS 350 MILLION DRACHMA BOUNTY STOP DEAD OR ALIVE DELIVERED TO THERAPON PROTARCHON AARON POTTS STOP NATION THAT DELIVERS HEAD OF DANAKAR WINS TRADE CONCESSIONS AND FRIENDLY RELATIONS WITH THE LOGARCHY STOP

--End transmission--

Drinkin Rum and Coca Cola........

Hey....... I have chics and booze... The only people coming to get me are the ones coming to join the party............... **That's right baby! - Swing that way a little bit! - Yeah.........Perfect*

As the dropships flew over a small, uninhabitable island chain in the middle of the ocean, a burst transmission interrupted the serene silence.

"Attention, troops. This is Palladiate Caru. I'm afraid that you'll have to turn around and head back home; the war is already over."

"Are you positive!?" Joshu asked, dismayed.

"Definitely. Apparently, Danakar has retreated to Hawaii without doing a damn thing. So much for standing his ground like a masterless samurai." came the reply. "Over and out."

The dropships reverse their direction, and in an hour or two are back within the protective LWECS shield. So ends the first action in the War on Error.

Run Run Run Away....... Live to Fight Another Day.

Ya know, a nice little assasin squad could just shoot him.

OOC: Well, that takes the cake as the strangest war-ending occurence I have ever seen. I guess the peace conference is kinda worthless now, so I'm not going to be back on this thread...but someone T-gram me if anything happens.

Autopolis, the Automite capital
"They did WHAT?!" President Hart was astonished. Could what he had just been told really be true?
"I'm afraid it's no joke, Mr. President," Intelligence Chief Howard Braddach said. "That loser that claimed to be Danakar's ruler has fled to Hawaii. He seems to be enjoying himself, too."
"What a coward. He loses his crops and runs to Oahu."
"Yeah, what a coward."
The president stopped pacing for a moment. "Well, I guess we'll have to bring the Gorwoods home. There's no point in negotiating with a defeated foe, is there?"
"You're absolutely right, sir. I'll have someone send David an email right away." Braddach paused. "But what about the wimp? Are we just going to let him go?"
"Well, we really should go after him; but what would the international community say? We'll look like terrorists if we go it alone, or at least do it without any kind of support."
"Good point, sir. I'll send word to our allies in the war effort." With that, Braddach left the president's office for his own.
[code:1:9e921477c5]SPECIAL TRANSMISSION: LEVEL 4 SECRECY
TO: Foreign Ministries, Jiblea, ISAF and Montesille
FROM: Secy. of Intelligence Howard Braddach, Automastan

We have received word of the Danakarian "leader's" exile on Oahu. Request advice on SpecOps mission to capture or kill said leader. Discuss by telegram.

END TRANSMISSION[/code:1:9e921477c5]

St. Loriene, FR of the Sword and Sheild
David Gorwood sat down and plugged his laptop into the cable port. He knew the international situation could change quickly, so he regularly checked his email for updates from Autopolis. After deleting the spam he thought he had gotten unsubscribed from, he read the only government message he had received that day:
FROM: Bur. of Intel.
TO: David Gorwood <peacespeaker@foreignaffairs.gov.at>
SUBJECT: Mission aborted

David, I hate to say it to you, but there's no more war to avert. It turns out the leader of Danakar fled to Hawaii. Come home at your leisure.

Signed,
Franz Bacher,
Bur. of Intel.

"Well isn't that something," David muttered. He shut down his laptop and walked over to Tamar. "Hey honey, it looks like we're just on vacation now. There's no more war." He then told her what had happened.
"Hmm. Well, there's no point in going home too early. Let's just stick around a while; something could come up."
"Good point, dear. At any rate, we can enjoy the climate. It seems like it's been forever since our last foreign vacation."
So the Gorwoods decided to stay in St. Loriene and enjoy themselves.

The Palladiate stood in his "control tower"-like command center in SkyCity, staring at a holodisplay 5 ft in front of him. The border flashed red a few times.
"Oooh, we intercepted a transmission!"
Pressing a few buttons on the nearby control panel, a text message filled the display. It was from an ally, Automastan. Pressing more buttons, a channel was opened on secure frequencies to Presiden Hart.
"I'm hurt! You didn't invite me or my collegues? Well, we're all on the same side anyway, and I'm prepared to offer my assitance. In fact, I've already sent some of my "special forces" to have a little chat with Danakar."

------

N-77291, N-77299, N-77643 and N-99278 were all stuffed into very small luggage containers in the cargo hold of a commuter jet. They were, for all intents and purposes, ninjas sent by the Shogunate of Ninjao to take care of a little problem in Hawaii. The plane was due to land in 3 hours, plenty of time to get some shuteye.

Isaac Holms, a mid-level official in the Bureau of Diplomacy, rushed into President Hart's office. "Sir! There's a message for you from P4lladia. Should I open the channel?"
The president was surprised. "Oh dear, I forgot all about P4lladia and the other nations in the War on Error. Open the channel immediately."
Holms then turned on the office's plasma TV and set it to the appropriate diplomacy channel. The Palladiate on the screen said:
I'm hurt! You didn't invite me or my collegues? Well, we're all on the same side anyway, and I'm prepared to offer my assitance. In fact, I've already sent some of my "special forces" to have a little chat with Danakar."
President Hart was quick to respond. "Special forces, eh? Do you want me to send some of mine in, too, or can yours handle this mission on their own?"

Waiting a few moments after sending his initial messege, the Palladiate was eventually patched through to President Hart, who apologized profusely for leaving him out of the loop.

"That's quite alright, Mr. President. Happens to the best of us. Anyway, and I don't mean to brag, N-77291 and his team are quite capable of handling the situation alone. However, if you don't mind sparing any men, I'm sure he wouldn't object to some backup. They'll be setting up a camp at (coordinates), your men can meet mine there and we can start looking for this son of a bitch."

The dropships were almost home when they received yet another transmission from the Palladiate.

"Hitokiri, sir, we've got another transmission from the Palladiate!" the pilot said.

"Well, put him on, then! It's not rocket surgery!" a random subordinate replied.

"Hello, it's Caru. Again. It looks like we've still got a chance at this. I'm having some of my 'special forces' make a surprise visit to Oahu, but there's a problem. They're a good 3 hours away, and the closest people I have would be you guys. So, who's interested in a little luau?" the Palladiate said.

Joshu looked at the pilot, who replied, "We could be there in two hours, sir."

"Caru, it's Joshu. We'll be there in two hours."

"Good. I'm having my men meet up with the people from Automastan at (coordinates). Before we actually do anything, we'll all rendezvous and make a plan. Then, we can smoke him out and make our move. Either way, we'll get him. Over and out." the transmission ended. The Hitokiri of Joshu turned to his men, who cheered as the ships turned around once again.

"You know, sir, we've only got enough fuel left to go to Hawaii, and back home again." the pilot stated.

"That's alright. The dragons can swim, and most of us can ride a bike. It's pretty much the same thing." Joshu replied with a smirk.

"Excellent plan," President Hart said. "I'll send a team to those coordinates right away. Hart out." With that, he turned off the TV and sat down at his desk. Isaac Holms, who had delivered the initial message, walked out after a brief goodbye, seeing he was no longer needed at this time.

But the president still had work to do. He picked up his phone and called Michael Crone, the top general in the Automite Army.

General Crone picked up his office phone and said, "Hello?"
"Mike, it's Zack. You're well aware of the situation with Danakar, I trust?"
"Fully, sir. What's new?"
"Well, I want you to send Team Hotel to (coordinates) on Oahu and rendezvous with some ninjas from P4lladia and Joshu, our friends on the War on Error. It seems they have tome trash to take out."
"Understood, sir. I'll scramble the team right away; they should arrive in four hours... Is that enough time, sir?"
"Not quite, Mike. The Palladian ninjas will be there in under three hours, and the guys from Joshu are well ahead of them. I want our men on the island in no more than three hours. Got it?"
"Understood, sir. I'll make sure they're not late."
"Very good. I knew I could trust you. Hart out."

At a secret base somewhere in Automastan...
Tean Hotel's leader, known worldwide as Agent Ice, was online when his monitor borders flashed red. "Crap, an urgent message. Better check it out," he thought to himself. He clicked on the flashing border to open the message:
[code:1:0852e63bb3]ARMY MESSAGE: CODE RED-2 [URGENT]
ATTN: AGENT ICE

Cowardly lion spotted on Oahu. Put an end to his fun; take him home if you can help it. Meet with Warriors on Error in three hours; don't be fashionably late this time. Look for them at (coordinates).[/code:1:0852e63bb3]

He shut down the computer and rang the alarm. In only ten minutes, he was piloting the team's stealth plane, headed down the runway for Honolulu.

The sun began to set as the islands of Hawaii came into view. Darkness enveloped the dropships as they set down on a deserted beach. The first person to set foot on the ground was Joshu, and he would also be the last to leave. His katana drawn, he scanned the area with his Tactical Assessment Unit, the holographic display which was fixated over his left eye. He switched from thermal to night vision, and found nothing suspicious. Joshu turned, and signaled for the other samurai to leave the first craft. Within a minute, all the samurai had set foot on the ground, all with their katanas/naginatas at the ready. The Hitokiri gave a signal to the second dropship, and the dragon-riders began to file out. Soon, the group had spread out and set up a perimeter.

"Lieutenant! Bring out the Puma LRV, please." Joshu commanded. Another nameless subordinate trolled his way into the second dropship, and drove out a vehicle that looked something like this, but with a minigun attached to the back. ( http://www.peugeot-avenue.com/design/concept_cars/home/en/img/cc_hoggar_photo1.jpg )

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I'll be back in an hour or two, depending on how occustomed the natives are to a man in full samurai armor driving around in a foreign car with a minigun on back. (inhales) That's a mouthful..." The shogun of Joshu said, half to himself. "Lieutenant, climb in back. We may need to use that gun." The lieutenant slowly trolled his way into the Puma, leaning on the gun as the shogun drove off into the distance.

After a few minutes, the pair found their way onto a highway, which was populated by old, foreign, and new cars. Fortunately, nobody seemed to notice the gun (or they were too scared to do a damn thing about it). They successfully made it into a relatively large town with no incidents, and it was at a red light that the seemingly mute lieutenant decided to break the silence. "Sir, I believe that would be the hotel where Danakar is supposedly staying." The samurai pointed to a building, a few blocks in front of them. It was so large it was on a block all its own, with traffic diverted around it. Fortunately, the two were too far away to be distinguished from the late night traffic.

"So, that's where he is, eh? Well, I suggest we head back, as the group from Automastan will be arriving soon. And fashionably late is not fashionable in my opinion." With that, the Shogun turned around and headed back to the landing zone. Upon arrival, he noticed that the Automastanians had not arrived yet, but would be soon.

Awakened by a series of bright flashes and electrical stimulation shocks from his digital information viewer, N-77291 was now fully alert in his shipping crate, as he assumed his 3 teammates were also. Right on time, N heard the plane's landing repulsors activate and the craft slowed down, levitated off the ground a few feet over the ground-based repulsor pad and rested into it's "park" position. The cargo doors opened, and a forklift began to remove the luggage.

"N-77291 to 299, 643 and 278. Activate your active camoflage and noise dameners and prepare to move out."

The ninjas pressed some buttons on a small control device attached to their belts and instantly became, more or less, invisible and silent. They peered out holes in their luggage comartments. The loader had turned away, and they carefully removed the side of their temporary housings and hurried off towards the parking lot.

"It'll take too long to get the the LZ on foot. We'll need one of these vehicles."

"I'll drive" N-77643 said with an invisible smirk that nobody could see because they were cloaked.

They spotted a small, white sportscar. "Looks fast" N-77291 thought. Time was of the essence. The team piled into the car and disengaged their cloaking devices, seeing as it would probably attract more attention to have a car with no driver than to have a car driven by scary guys with t-shirts wrapped around their heads. Careening through the capital's downtown district, N sped through traffic and, once outside the city, offroad and through some very hazardous terrain to the campsite. Joshu, complete with LRV, and some dragonriders awaited him.

"Ahoy-hoy, pardners!" N said to the shogun, making a slight bow.

"Hello, N-77291. We've begun to construct a base here with the new Plasma Reconstructors. It should be done within the hour."

"Hey, no more tents? Great!"

"That's right, now we have a sturdy, bulletproof building to stand around in and talk."

"Most excellent. You figure out where that spineless wank's staying?"

"Yes. I drove by it on my wat from the drop-point. Too many people around though, I was going to blast him with the minigun."

"Well, we can take care of him, right boys?"

The other three ninjas concurred with 291, and everyone went inside the now complete base to wait for the Automitean troops.

It was already dark by the time the Team Hotel plane approached Oahu, but that didn't matter. At this point, all that mattered was getting to the Palladian-Joshuan campsite. Agent Ice pushed a couple of buttons to activate the FFG (friend or foe--ground) sensors; and before long, he could see where his foreign allies were encamped. I hope we're not too late, Ice thought.

Then Ice made one of his typical hasty decisions: he was going to land on the water. "Hang on, fellas, things could get crazy," he said to his team members and fellow agents.

(Now if landing on water sounds like a pretty crazy thing to do, you're half-right. While the team plane is normally equipped for land touchdowns, it can also float pretty well on its flat underside--at least, so long as Ice keeps the nose to the horizon and doesn't stop before landfall.)

It was a perfect landing. The plane hit the water just right, and came to a full stop just feet beyond the shoreline. Just in case this was low tide, Ice rolled the plane up a few more yards before turning it off and hopping out. He walked up to someone who looked authoritative and said, "Hi, I'm Agent Ice from Automastan. Who are you?"

Agent Ice stared at the helmeted man for a moment after asking his question. Then, a soft snore began to eminate from the opaque visor. Ice smacked the side of the man's head.

"I'm Agent Ice from Automastan. Who are you?" He repeated to the once-sleeping man.

"Huh!? What!?" The soldier raised his assult rifle and poked Ice with it in his newly-awoken haze.

"Hey! Put that down! I'm Agent Ice! From Automastan!"

"Oh, hey, yeah, I remember now. I'm supposed to welcome you. Welcome!"

"...who are you?"

"Oh, I'm NODC-9927. My real name is Jacob Wehner. Pleased to meet you. Let me just scan my hand in here to open the door...."

The NODC soldier scanned in his fingerprints and the door slid open. Inside was a rather cluttered mess of people, armor, guns and computer equipment. A short, skinny man dressed completely in black ran up to greet him.

"Agent Ice? From Automastan?"

"The one and only."

"Welcome to Camp Oahu, currently the ONLY overseas military base of Ninjao! Oddly enough, the local government doesn't even know it's here."

"Good, I suppose. Looks like I'm a little late, huh?"

"Not at all. We just finished setting up here. Hey, go into that room over there..." pointing at a guarded door in the left of the room. "That's the meeting center. Bring your whole team. Joshu is in there, and the Palladiate is going to be on holonet when you arrive."

"OK, then."

Ice and the rest of Hotel went through the doorway, and saw Hitokiri Joshu standing behind a podium poking at things on a control panel. Joshu warmly greeted the Automite allies, and poked another button. A portable holodisplay, sitting on the floor, hummed to life and its display arpeture lit up. A flat, mostly opaque rectangle appeared in mid-air, and the image of a familiar face materialized on it.

"Hello, Agent Ice, Team Hotel. Glad you could make it. The Hitokiri has located the resort at which Danakar has been 'exiling' himself too. It is in the middle of the downtown district, about 20 miles from your current location. It is a very large, densely populated structure with a casino attached."

"So what's the plan?" Ice inquired.

"The plan is simple. Infiltrate and assassinate. With their active camoflage and sound dapeners, 77291 and friends seem like a logical choice for a first assault. We've captured a civilian van and will be piling them, you and some of our basic troops into it. The ninjas will go ahead and waltz right in, sneak into Danakar's room via the air circulation system and, well, cut his head off. However, he may be guarded, in which extraction may prove difficult, and capture may be a possibility. That's where you come in. If for some reason N fails, you have to infiltrate and do the deed. You also can make use of our troops if you need additional firepower."

"Sounds like a plan."

"If you, for some reason, are captured, we will invade the complex and extract you forcefully. We won't tolerate losses on our part or gains on his part. Worse comes to worst, and this is big, and I doubt we'll do it, I have an orbital laser targeted on the hotel. If Danakar is armed heavily enough and this goes beyond simple assassination, I'm going to blow the builing into oblivion. But that's only if everyone in that place is affiliated with Danakar and we somehow manage to lose. This is very unlikely. Most likely, we'll just stab him and get on with our lives, but I always like to have a backup plan."

"Always a good idea. Alright men, let's move out."

(OOC: Good job RPing Ice's responses. I would probably have said the same things.)

Once the Palladiate finished his briefing, Ice turned to his team and said, "Alright men, let's move out."
One particularly bright agent, codenamed Flame Thrower, asked, "Shouldn't we all wear headsets, so we know what's up?"
Ice thought about it for a moment and said, "Good idea, Flame Thrower. I'll let you go find some." Thankfully, there were some headsets hanging on the wall; the agent grabbed one for each of the five Automite agents.

Before leaving, Ice said, "Oh, and Ritz? Go cover up the plane. We don't want P4lladia's secret to leak out." The young agent was quick to obey, and in only a few minutes, Team Hotel was in the captured van with the ninjas. With good traffic, they would arrive at the hotel in half an hour.

Joshu and P4lladia stood in the new compound, if it could be called that. The hotel team had been gone for five minutes, and Joshu was already jittery. He had really wanted to go join the fun, but there was limited room in the newly acquired van, and none of the other national leaders had gone. Joshu politely stomped his way out of the small building, his sword drawn.

"Lieutenant!" he called to the same samurai who accompanied him on the scouting mission, "Draw your katana! I'm bored, and I need a duel. Get back here, I'm not going to kill you, idiot!"

Having regained his composure, the still nameless lieutenant drew his katana and took a stance. Instantly, Joshu's face lit up as a novel thought came to mind. He ran over to the Puma LRV, motioning for the confounded lieutenant to do the same. The Palladiate came running out of the compound in confusion.

"Where do you think you're going? This is the command center, not the Puma!" he complained.

"If Danakar decides to make an escape, and actually succeeds, then somebody's going to need to chase him down! Get the dragon-riders on alert, if he eludes me, I'll get them right on it!" Joshu replied, the Puma's engine roaring into the distance.

"As long as he keeps his distance..." Caru said, shrugging. He walked back into the compound to keep track of the developments.

Several floors below, in that same hotel, an impromptu prayer meeting was taking place.

"May the Emperor bless our holy endeavors as we bring his righteous hatred to his enemies. May he guide our bullets to the brains and hearts of the wicked. May our stomachs be full with vigor, our steps light with joy, and our victories terrible with violence. Acumjura."

In that very room, the five most dangerous men the Emperor could send were preparing themselves for battle. Guns, the best guns the engineers back home could design, were cleaned, loaded, unloaded, and cleaned again. Goggles, granting them sight-beyond-sight, were charged and checked. Armor, a 40-kilo suit of bullet-proof, stab-proof, and kill-proof, was inspected and donned. Warpills opened and swallowed, imbuing their clients with a furious strength of body and will.

"The Black Crosses will show the world that the night is nowhere near as fierce as those that hunt in it."

The Black Crosses had been trained for decades to be the Emperor's personal kill-squad. They were old men, compared to some - mostly in their 40s. But no iota of vigor had disappeared from their bones. They didn't walk to the stairs, they lumbered. They were too heavy to use the elevator with all their armor and weaponry.

"When we recieve the reward from the Emperor, then we will feast and be joyful. The medal will hang in our barracks, to show our obedience to him."

The lost sovereign's room had two entrances. One was the front door. Four of the Black Crosses were stationed in front of it. The other entrance was the balcony. One of them, through unpleasantly surprising somebody in the room above, had reached it. There was nowhere to run now, unless he planned to flush himself down the toilet.

"It is a true test of a warrior to stare down the fires of battle and hold fast. I want to see him cry and beg."

Therms revealed that there were multiple people inside the room. Probably guards. They didn't bring their droqon one-handed flamethrowers today. In these close quarters, it wouldn't have been necessary.

"With our luck, somebody else has probably sent a prostitute assassin."

Several floors below, in that same hotel, an impromptu prayer meeting was taking place.

"May the Emperor bless our holy endeavors as we bring his righteous hatred to his enemies. May he guide our bullets to the brains and hearts of the wicked. May our stomachs be full with vigor, our steps light with joy, and our victories terrible with violence. Acumjura."

In that very room, the five most dangerous men the Emperor could send were preparing themselves for battle. Guns, the best guns the engineers back home could design, were cleaned, loaded, unloaded, and cleaned again. Goggles, granting them sight-beyond-sight, were charged and checked. Armor, a 40-kilo suit of bullet-proof, stab-proof, and kill-proof, was inspected and donned. Warpills opened and swallowed, imbuing their clients with a furious strength of body and will.

"The Black Crosses will show the world that the night is nowhere near as fierce as those that hunt in it."

The Black Crosses had been trained for decades to be the Emperor's personal kill-squad. They were old men, compared to some - mostly in their 40s. But no iota of vigor had disappeared from their bones. They didn't walk to the stairs, they lumbered. They were too heavy to use the elevator with all their armor and weaponry.

"When we recieve the reward from the Emperor, then we will feast and be joyful. The medal will hang in our barracks, to show our obedience to him."

The lost sovereign's room had two entrances. One was the front door. Four of the Black Crosses were stationed in front of it. The other entrance was the balcony. One of them, through unpleasantly surprising somebody in the room above, had reached it. There was nowhere to run now, unless he planned to flush himself down the toilet.

"It is a true test of a warrior to stare down the fires of battle and hold fast. I want to see him cry and beg."

Therms revealed that there were multiple people inside the room. Probably guards. They didn't bring their droqon one-handed flamethrowers today. In these close quarters, it wouldn't have been necessary.

"With our luck, somebody else has probably sent a prostitute assassin."

The unmarked grey van pulled into a parking spot in the middle of a parking garage with direct line-of site to Danakar's room. There was a bulletproof shield over the window.

"We're here!" The random NODC flunkie in the driver's seat proclaimed.

"Great. Alright, N-77...whatever and you other two. Let's roll. Enable Active camoflage." N-77291 explained to his comrades, who poked at their belts and dissappeared. The doors of the van mysteriously opened, then closed.

The ninjas, invisible even to each other, had their thermal contacts activated, and while the active camoflaged effected infrared as well, they were significantly more visible than light-only. They snuck into a service closet, and climbed into the air circulation vents. using a combonation of crawling, sliding and grappling, they eventually reached the vent that outputted to Danakar's suite.

"Goddammit. Is there another way in here?" N-77291 tapped into his digital information viewer and handed it to another ninja.

"No. This is it." N-77643 replied.

Danakar was locked in the next room, this room was populated by about 10 or so guards armed with AK-47 assault rifles and some very heavy-duty looking body armor. The doors had been barricaded by similar 6-inch-thick steel walls as the window had been. A motion detector alarm watched the vent, and would sound if they opened it. The guards were devouring a pizza and watching a football game.

"Bloody hell. OK, I have a plan." N backs up to the previous junction and detaches his radio from his belt. "This is N-77291 'omicron' to the Van"

"The Van, Agent Ice speaking, would you like to try an item from our 99c Value Menu today?"

"Yes I would. I'd like a small order of power-main disconnecting and a large canister of tear gas. Ah, and a number 7 explosive charge, biggie sized."

"Understood. Hotel will be checking in in 5."

Agent Ice set down the van's radio handset and turned to his teammates. "OK, Ritz, as the junior member, I want you to stay back and listen to the radio. The rest of you, follow me. We have some orders to serve up."

Agent Ritz didn't complain, simply because he knew his place. But he still wished he could go with Ice into the hotel. One day, he thought, I'll be able to go with the team. But till then... He stopped his daydreaming in time to respond, "Yes sir!"

Meanwhile, the other agents climbed out of the van in their stealth suits. While not as fancy as the Palladian active cammo, it still did the job of keeping them on the DL. Ice led the other three agents down to the basement, where they split into two-man teams to search for the fuse boxes. It wasn't long before Ice and his fellow agent Brainstorm found them.

"Omicron, this is Ice. What floor are you on?"
"Omicron here. We're on floor number seven. This guy must be superstitious or something..."
"Gotcha. Prepare for power shutdown on floor seven in three...two...one...Lights out." And so Agent Brainstorm hit the shutdown switch for the seventh floor, leaving Omicron's team in even more darkness than before.

Switching to the Team Hotel private frequency, Ice radioed Agent Flame Thrower. "Hey Flame Thrower, it's Ice. Target is in the dark; head up to our friends for a special delivery."
"Roger that, Ice. Blackadder and I are on our way." And indeed they were. The two agents had no trouble sneaking down the seventh floor's darkened halls, following Omicron's radio instructions until they arrived at Danakar's door.
"OK Omicron, we're here," Flame Thrower whispered into the mic. "Setting up the bomb now. Detonating on your mark."

The room beyond the air vent went black, Ice's voice confirming it in his earpiece. The guards were surprised, and were talking amonst themselves about what to do. N-77291 silently opened the vent, the four ninjas piling out into the room. Then, in a flurry of sword blades and gunfire, N and company quickly dispatched the 13 guards in the room. Superstition, indeed.

"OK Omicron, we're here," Flame Thrower whispered into the mic. "Setting up the bomb now. Detonating on your mark."

"Hold on...that won't be necessary..." N spoke into his microphone, sticking a photocell on the ceiling, which lit up the room. "We can take down the steel from inside. The guards are down. We'll need the explosives for the next door."

"Roger that."

Danakar had bolted the steel sheet to the wall, and, convieniently, had left the tool used to remove said bolts nearby. Within two minutes, all the bolts were removed, the steel crashing down on the floor. They heard a yelp from the next room.

"Door's down, Danakar sounds spooked." N said, opening the door for the team.

Team Hotel waltzed in, carrying the explosive charges. N closed the door behind them. As Hotel was preparing to blow the door out, N removed the window shield and gave a thumbs-up to their van. Ritz radioed in a confirmation.

"Alright. The boom box is up. Let's blow this thing."

The Puma pulled up to the hotel, and Joshu leapt right out. As he entered the hotel, he received strange looks due to his armor, but he didn't care. A large metallic clang told Joshu that the party had already begun, and he didn't like being 'fashionably late'. Having prior knowledge of the room's whereabouts, he quickly made his way to Danakar's hideout. The first door was open, and the ninja group, along with the Automastan agents, allowed him through after recognizing him.

"Hold on, everybody." Joshu said, holding up his hand. "I want this guy as badly as the rest of you. But, it wouldn't be fair for me to bust in and take him without asking everyone else involved first. I'm going to call the Palladiate and the president of Automastan for confirmation. Anyone got a cell?"

Agent Ice reached into his pocket, drawing a small silver phone. "Here, you can use mine."

"Thanks. Okay, so, uh, what's your president's number?"

In the areas outside of Hawaii a craft slowly trawled it's way through the darkened waters, all alone on the vast tundra of water. The vessels running lights reflected in the water as if streams of flame gushing out of a pipe, following in the wake of the ship. At the bow of the ship two barrels protruded forward from a turret on the top-deck, aiming far into the sea beyond the twin 8' cannons steered the ship towards it's destination.

Lit by swirls of gold and cerulean light reflecting back on the hull were printed the words FNS Justinian CA-64. The Warrior class battlecruiser had been at sea for nigh two weeks since heading out from Port Royal Naval Command on a tipoff from Naval Intelligence. It had been patrolling the waters around Hawaii, the rumored destination of some foreign head of state, under the pretense of searching for pirate raiders. It's true mission was far different however, which was to observe and report what may or may not become of the foreign head of state, and be ready to comply with further orders that would be transmitted via a courier vessel.

For now however, all was quiet that evening, the watch guards sat lazily at post, watching the sea hover around them and break before the bow of the mighty vessel, and stare at the endless horizon, a bleak job that seemed to have continued for days un'numbered.


OOC: Well, I'm slightly bored, and it might give the Gordons something to do should you require a discreet and untouchable evacuation plan, one that doesn't implicate too many people or the nations directly involved.

OOC: I started this war, and now I'm going to end it with one fell stroke.

From the perspective of a hiding foreign potentate, every shoulder tackle against the door of a hotel room was another bell ringing his doom. If his doom was going to meet him, however, he was at least going to shoot it first.

It didn't avail him much, though, when somebody behind him through a flashbang. Jiblean grenades all detonate on impact. He had just enough time to think that as it slammed against the door and his world became static.

Because his world was all static'd out, though, he didn't have time to notice that all his bodyguards were getting shot up by the gentlemen entering the room. He did feel it, however, when someone - someone much larger than him - snuck up behind him and put him in a full nelson. Of course, all this became immediately apparent when the flashbang wore off.

"Ve ua'ma tel, koyoushul."

A gargantuan, metal-clad fist slammed into his face. It knocked out a tooth.

"Kacouma vecel segureya'ro."

Slammed into his stomach.

"Juka juka, vue hlohru'ma zeuren'to kortei, kiya?"

A knee crushed into his groin, doubling him over. A white-hot lance of pain shot up his body, buy he could not move. He was forced forward.

"Ve sorka ter niqro'hin."

His assailant shot him in the top of the head with his sidearm. He was the Captain, and the kill was his by rights. The world faded to black.

"Time to depart, my lads. Time to collect the reward and recieve honor from the Emperor!"

The room was left as it was. No need to clean it up.

OOC: Uh, I realize that you started the thread and all but....did you not read the last two pages? What the hell just happened?

OOC: Uh, I realize that you started the thread and all but....did you not read the last two pages? What the hell just happened?

I read the last two pages. We were on the same trail, remember? Look on page 5. The BC were in the building, cleary. They just happened to move with a bit more celerity.

GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!!!!!!!


ENUFF!!!!!!


Out in the real world there are untouched, virgin females between 18 and 20 years of age. Get off of the computer......................... go find one.....................and HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAA! "Who's Your Daddy?!!"

Now I love to argue about religion, sex, and politics...... but even though I do appreciate your imagination and -may I say- rather fine writing skills and descriptive/narrative abilities; I cannot spend time parlaying with you all. I must spend time destroying the belief in religion. If you want to meet in battle, then meet me in the battle of the mind, on the religion forum. I have no time for you megalomaniacal ruminations and fantasies of commanding vast armies anymore. COME GET SOME WHILE THE GETTING IS GOOD!!!!!

Joshu gave the phone back to Agent Ice, a grin on his face. The president of Automastan had given the go-ahead for him to dispatch of Danakar's leader personally. Before he could open the door, however, the cornered man screamed something entirely unrelated to the situation at hand, the insane rambling reverberating off the walls.

"Whatever he's smoking, it must be good." Joshu mumbled. Just as he was about to open the door, a group of Jiblean soldiers burst into the room, scuttling past the samurai and Automastanians, (?) proceeding to beat the crap out of Danakar while taunting him in their native tongue. Afterwards, they promptly left the room. Fortunately for Joshu, Danakar's deposed leader was not quite dead. He drew his katana, raising the blade high.

"Just for the record, you lost this battle." Joshu brought down the katana, removing Danakar's head in one fell swoop. One of the samurai bent down and picked up the head, placing it in a sack.

"Let's head back to the dropships, and go home."

EDIT (OOC: Danakar, in case you haven't noticed, the point of these forums is mainly role-play. And this, if I am not mistaken, qualifies as role-play. And as I remember, a page or two back, you were the one RP-ing his way across a Hawaiian beach. :D Anyways, your nation's leader has been eliminated. Maybe you should get a new one. :twisted: /me performs random Kenjutsu kata )

(Thanks for the OOC note, Joshu. Unfortunately, though, it seems Danakar has no appreciation for RP. Also, for future reference, my people are Automites.)

As Joshu walked out of the room, Agent Ice was able to poke his head in and see the bloody aftermath of the unexpected Jiblean assault. The Danakarian leader's headless body was in a corner, still bleeding. The Jibleans themselves were still in the room, cleaning up the mess. Before turning away, Ice told them, "Well, you sure know how to make an entrance."

He walked out and radioed his teammates. "Well, boys, the party's over. It's back to Automastan for us." They all returned to the van, and in only a few hours, they were back at their base in Automastan.

(So concludes a worthy RP.)

Yeah, I have appreciation for role playing........ "Here baby, you put on this crotchless catsuit and purr like a Lioness while I pound you and bite the back of your neck!"

There's role playing for u!

Yeah, I have appreciation for role playing........ "Here baby, you put on this crotchless catsuit and purr like a Lioness while I pound you and bite the back of your neck!"

There's role playing for u!

(OOC) Danakar, I honestly don't know why the hell you're on NationStates in the first place if you can't participate in, or much less even tolerate RPing. If you hadn't noticed, that's kind of the whole point of these forums.

And if you actually could manage to get any, Danakar, I would be quite surprised. If you're anything like your internet self in meatspace, I would be very surprised that you even have any friends.

(OOC) Danakar, I honestly don't know why the hell you're on NationStates in the first place if you can't participate in, or much less even tolerate RPing. If you hadn't noticed, that's kind of the whole point of these forums.

And if you actually could manage to get any, Danakar, I would be quite surprised. If you're anything like your internet self in meatspace, I would be very surprised that you even have any friends.

(OOC) I concur. That is what the entire forums are for. It almost seems like you created a nation purely to push your beliefs down others' throats.