NationStates Jolt Archive

::Across the Region of Ekkaia, billions of expectant inhabitants nervously huddle around their television sets...waiting...watching...Suddenly, the Emergency Broadcast System warning kicks in in every living room, school, library, hospital...to ensure that everyone will have the opportunity to watch this momentous and startling announcement...

An uneasy-looking Newsanchor appeared abruptly on the screen...::

"Good Evening Ekkaia...we go live to the Royal Palace in Eldanna, capitol of Ekkaia."

::The view on all the television screens shifts without further warning to a view of the Palace of King Thomas II, built hundreds of years ago by his ancestor, King Osrick III. The marble structure gleams in the pale sunlight of the morning day, as thousands upon thousands of news cameras desperately angle upon the building, trying to get a glimpse of the King.

After a minute or two of unnerving waiting, King Thomas II appears on a balcony high above the waiting throngs of people gathered below.::

"My fellow Ekkaians, at five a.m. today, a day which will live in infamy, the United Socialist States of Mosocovia has bombed the Museum of National Heritage, killing thousands who were gathered to celebrate the founding of Eldanna, three thousand years ago."

::A public cry of despair, empathy and anguish arose around the Region in feeling for those who had died. King Thomas II continued after a brief pause.::

"In response to this, the Ekkaian Government has declared war on Mosocovia. Now it is time for us to send a message to the Mosocovians and their Leader. In two days time, Eldanna will be sending the majority of her naval, air and armed forces into Mosocovia in the hope of determining exactly what happened. I invite you all to stand firm with us, and join with this exodus to bring the front lines of battle into the heart of the Mosocovian homeland itself."

::He pauses, and lifts his head to look directly into the camera, speaking to every man, woman and child.::

"Our neighbour to the north has abused us for the last time!"

::A huge roar of support echoes and reverberates throughout the streets as the people cheer and cry at the same time.

King Thomas II turns away, and then looks around again.::

"My view is one that speaks of freedom, not repression! Let us join together and rid ourselves of this threat...now!"

::End Transmission::

A day later...

::In the Ekkaian War Council, a representative from every major Goverment is there, including the Ambassador for the United Socialist States of Mosocovia. King Thomas II is sat at the head of the table, listening whilst the Prime Minister of Ekkaia - the Honorable Tomas Kettlewell, presents evidence testifying in favour to the morality of going to war against Mosocovia...::

"...we haven’t defeated it yet, and even if we do its only the beginning. Holding on to a prize as vast as Mosocovia isn’t going to be easy, its going to require an enormous number of ships, a massive occupation army, and constant vigilance.”

::As he is speaking, there is a rumbling from deep underneath and all the lights in the room go out. Outside, through the window, one by one all the lights in Eldannan City flicker and die as well. A total power cut.

The emergency lights kick in. The Emperor of Calltonia moves over to a computer console.::

"Long range communications are offline. I can't contact our fleet!"

::King Thomas II steps over to him::

"What caused the power failure?!"

::The Ambassador for Mosocovia looks up from his console, where damage reports are being fed in.::

"I'm afraid it was sabotage."

"Almost every Ekkaian Military installation on Eldanna has suffered damage," added the Emperor.

"Waise, that insufferable Mosocovian tyrant!" exclaimed Chancellor Hales, the envoy and Leader of the Dominion of Dying States.

::The Ambassador shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other.::

"We captured some of the terrorists, but they're not soldiers-- they're ordinary citizens."

::King Thomas II whirls round and grasps the Mosocovian Ambassador by the throat with one hand.::

"Are you telling me that the Mosocovian people are rising up against us?!"

::Ambassador Sleen chokes, and coughs out - ::

"I'm sure it's only a small number of malcontents."

"But we have no way of knowing that, do we?"

::The Prime Minister for Ekkaia looks at the Ambassador, and then at the King.::

"Your Highness, may I make a suggestion?"

"Yes, I am sure that Ambassador Sleen here will be very happy to hear what you have to say."

"If the Mosocovian people are responsible for these acts of terrorism... if Waise and his fanatics have turned them against us, then it's the people who should be punished..."

::King Thomas II, still strangling the Ambassador, asks::

"Now, what do you say to that?"

::The Ambassador struggles for breath::

"Severely punished..."

::The King throws Sleen to the floor before replying and looking at her Prime Minister.::

"Well, I'm glad we all agree. See to it."


A few hours later...

::In the homes of every citizen, the face of the Prime Minister appears suddenly on the television screens, looking grave.::

"Citizens of Mosocovia, this latest wave of vandalism directed against your Ekkaian allies must stop"

::In the homes of the planners of the terrorist acts, one of them muttered...::

"I wouldn't count on it."

::Prime Minister Kettlewell continued.::

"We know that these disgraceful acts of sabotage were carried out by a mere handful of extremists, but these radicals must come to realize that their disobedience will not be tolerated and that you, the Mosocovian people, will suffer the consequences of their cowardly actions...which is why I must inform you, a few moments ago Ekkaian troops reduced Lakarian City to ashes.

There were no survivors.

Two million men, women and children gone in a matter of moments. For each act of sabotage committed against the Ekkaian people, another Mosocovian city will be destroyed. I implore you not to let that happen.

Let us return to the spirit of friendship and cooperation between our peoples so that together, we can work again towards the betterment of our region.

Thank you"

::The visage of the Prime Minister disappeared, and the broadcast ended...leaving shocked, yet vindicated, Ekkaian citizens throughout the realm.::

"This news just in.

It has come to the attention of His Holy Majesty's Government that, in apparent retribution for a terrorist attack, the Ekkian government has destroyed the Mosocovian city of Lakarian City, killing two million people

His Holy Majesty's Government condemns in the strongest possible way this reprehensible act.

camera cuts to a picture of an elderly man in an impeccable tailored suit. The words "First Minister Akir Dettaine" appear, than fade out.
"This is genocide. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing justifies the killing of two million civilians. I assure the people of the Empire, its colonies and dominions, that if this act of barbarism happens again, we will be forced to consider taking action."
back to the newsman

Other government officials have been quoted as labelling the incident "an atrocity of the first order".

Rumours abound that the courts are considering bringing indictments against the Ekkaian leaders for war crimes, genocide and crimes against humanity."

Official Communiqué
To: King Thomas II, Eldanna
From: Ministry of External Affairs, Arn-Maciska
Subject: Attacks on Mosocovia

Dear Sir,
It is my duty to inform you that His Holy Majesty's Government is registering the strongest possible protest over your actions against the Mosocovians.

This act is a crime against humanity, and is inexcusable.

While we shall not take any action at present, the option shall be left open if you choose to pursue a similar course of action in the future.

Lady Justina Valdir, The Most Hon. the Marchioness of Valdester, Member of the Imperial Parliament, Official of His Holy Majesty's Government, Seated Member of the House of Lords, Deputy Minister for External Affairs.

To: King Thomas II, Eldanna
CC:: Council of Chiefs, The Grapevine, Associated Free Press, Rueters, Arn-Maciska Times, Lady Justina Valdir.
From: Pater Chalis, One for External Affairs, Thearas
Subject: Attacks on Mosocovia

The Nomadic People of Thearas would like to add their voice to that of their brothers the Macisikani.

We believe that your actions are inexcusable and warrant more than you can pay. However as good international citizens we will not take matters into our own hands.

If continue to perpetrate these acts of barbarianism against innocents, something will have to be done.

Cheif Pater Chalis, One for External Affiars, Member of the Council of Chiefs, Cheif of the Lower Ends island.

The Nomadic Tribes of Xaniqall cannot tolerate this. We are immediately dispatching half (1 million militiamen) of the intertribal militia to the aid of the Moscovian civillian population. Humanitarian work will be the primary goal, however we are prepared to defend against the Ekkian invaders.

::Several Hours Later::

::Shocked, the citizens of Ekkaia sat and talked in low whispers about what was happening in Mosocovia, and the rumours that were pervading throughout the Region.

In the Wardroom, King Thomas II was sat again at the table surrounded by his Chief of Staff.::

"I have been hearing some very disturbing reports coming out of Mosocovia; what do we know about their validiity?"

::The Minister for Foreign Affairs spoke up::

"Well, Your Highness, the combined Coalition forces from Ekkaia now occupy the Nation of Mosocovia, and we are encountering wide-spread small infractions against our soldiers, but nothing we cannot handle. The populace, aside from the example made of Lakarian City, appears to be subdued; most factions are actually thankful that we are there to free them from the tyranny of Waise."

"Good good, then all is not yet lost. Mr. Kettlewell, I want you to issue a statement condemning the actions of these few insurgents, and also apologising profusely for the actions taken against the Mosocovians...offer reparations..."

::As the King was talking, the Emperor of Caltonia spoke up from where he was sat, still monitoring communications.::

"I am sorry to interrupt, but I'm receiving a systems-wide communication on all frequencies...I think you should hear it."

"Onscreen."

::The visage of the ex-leader of Mosocovia appeared, looking haggard and unkempt. He was halfway through a sentence.::

"...and so, two years ago, our Government signed a treaty with the Ekkaians. In it, the Eldannans promised to extend Mosocovia's influence throughout the Region. In exchange, we pledged ourselves to join the peace effort and its allies, and to uphold the morals of Ekkaia.

Mosocovians have never been afraid of war; a fact we've proven time and again over these past two years in the defense of the borderlands. Seven million of our brave soldiers have given their lives to fulfill our part of the agreement.

And what have the Ekkaia done in return? Nothing.

We've gained no new territories. In fact, our influence throughout the Region has diminished. And to make matters worse we are no longer masters in our own home. Travel anywhere in Mosocovia and what do you find?
Ekkaians...

Instead of the invaders, we have become the invaded. Our allies have conquered us without firing a single shot. Well, no longer. This morning, detachments of the Mosocovian First, Third and Ninth Orders attacked an Eldannan outpost in the Rondac Region.

This assault marks the first step toward the liberation of our homeland...from the true oppressors of the Free.

I call upon Mosocovians everywhere...
Resist!
Resist today.
Resist tomorrow.
Resist till the last Ekkaian soldier has been driven from our soil!"

::The Image winked out, and the transmission ended.::

In the small occupied town of Vanikshov, the residents sit and wait for the forthcoming message from the Chairman of the USSM. After a short advert for the nation's military conscription, the image of the proud Chairman of the USSM appears on the television sets.

After a short eerie silence the Chairman stares deeply into the camera and starts his address to the nation.

"Yesterday, May 9, 2004--a date which will live in infamy--the United Socialist States of Mosocovia were suddenly and deliberately attacked by the sea, naval and armed forces of the Constitutional Monarchy of Eldanna."

The Chairman pauses, takes a sip from his shot glass of the nation's own vodka and starts again.

"I would like to take this moment to thank our neighbours, the Macisikani peoples, Nomadic People of Thearas and The Nomadic Tribes of Xaniqall for the support they have given my people and I after the brutal genocide of our fellow countrymen."

"I believe that this is the most blatant act of Racism the peoples of Ekkaia have witnessed, I believe that we must unite together and destroy this new spectre."

"We are aware that the forces of the Constitutional Monarchy of Eldanna have invaded a minor part of our great nation. It is my duty to give you my people, the full unconditional support of attacks on any of the Eldannian troops"

"This is a new era for our people, as I speak our Red Army, including the special forces, the Spetznaz and the recently acquired 1 million militiamen from the people of Xaniqall, this 5million strong will drive out this Eldannian army of muders, rapists and scavengers from the Motherland, every blade of grass, every inch of mud, every road, everything will be fought for, our army shall give blood, sweat and indure anguish, until that tyrant's army has been expelled from this great nation of ours."

The camera zooms onto a screen behind the Chairman. The screen shows The USSM's Red Army fighting back against the Eldannian invaders.

"My fellow countrymen, you shall now witness the next big event in this war of Ekkaia"

The screen show three scud missiles zooming into the sea port of Alameda, a large cloud of smoke rises, large fires burn furiously, in the sea a massive tidal wave is created due to the sinking of the naval fleet and cargo ships.

"My dear dear King, you have messed with the wrong Socialist Nation...
This is a declaration of WAR"

The Chairman stares once more into the camera. The screen goes black... another conscription commercial aires.

As night fell, large bands of Xaniq tribal soldiers began to slip into Mosocovian territory. They met up with regulars of the Mosocovian army, and were divided among various cities and towns, as well as several divisions sent to the borders. They would be further instructed upon arrival.

During this process, a smaller group of 15 Xaniqs quietly integrated with some local sheep herders, whos range covered lands between Ekkaia and Mosocovia. They wore local dress and had mastered the language, and were almost indistinguishable from the locals. These were members of the radical Al-Shi'ke Movement.