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Press Conference: Granzi City

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of the press, my name is Nathanial Sun. As Foreign Minister of Granzi, I have had delt with many issues in the past and hopefully, continuing into the future. But today, I am proud to stand before you and announce that the state of Yemen will be the newest member of the Commonwealth.

Yemen has long suffered under waves of violence and disruption, beginning during the middle of the 20th century. Since that time, lawlessness has grown, and a civil war raged for the better part of three decades. Even after reunification occured, and former hostilities have ended, the situation has not improved. Yemen is still one of the poorest contries in the Arab world, and maintains a high crime rate. Over 35% of the population is unemployed, fueling civil unrest, and the possiblity of another civil war emerging.

After extensive negotiation with the current government, armed Granzian peacekeepers have entered the country. Earlier today, elements of the 69th Airborne Division secured the city center of Aden. Over the next week, more peacekeeping units will be arriving by aerial transport to maintain order in the largest cities. We expect by the end of this [NS] year, to have completely restored peace to the area.

Some resistance is expected. Bands of bandits are known to be wandering the rural areas, and the central goverment has shown to be nearly powerless to stop them. Portions of the nation are currently under their sway. One of our first and most vital priorities is to rid the nation of them. Over the next few years, we will contribute to Yemen's economy by the introduction of investor capital, and aid in the reconstruction and streamlining of the infrastructure.

In the future, we hope Yemen will rise again and have a productive and better tomorrow. Thank you.

EDIT: This will be mostly a character RP about what takes place after Yemen is absorbed into Granzi.

The Ybronnebian reporter, Jack Fredeux, left the press conference with his notes in hand. It was all very interesting how Granzi had suddenly taken an interest in Yemen. Lord Edwin Do'Calamar would surely appreciate any more information that Fredeux could unearth. He immediatly set to work. He would need to get his equipment from his hotel room. Then he would go about getting the information he needed. Fredeux was not an ordinary reporter. He was a member of the YIA (Ybronnebian Intelligence Agency), section 2B (Low-Risk Intel Operations). He began driving to his hotel, already formulating a plan...

Yemen

Additional peacekeepers landed in the major Southern cities and ports the next day. In the coastal town of Al Hudaydah, several firefights had erupted when searches of suspected raiders' homes where carried out. At midday, a large sandstorm gusted through the streets, further hampering efforts to quell the insurgency. The rebels had actually gained control of the southern sector, and put up a staunch resistance. Granzian soldiers, lacking heavier equipment, found snipers holed up inside many building, making even crossing the road hazardous. As night fell, the Granzians waited for reinforcements and supplies to arrive tomorrow.

The capital, San'a, was relatively quiet by comparison, one of the few areas where the government held control. The former president, and other political figures are placed under guard, for their own protection. Patrols of soldiers have taken to the streets, enforcing a strict 9:00 curfew. Only the promise that free elections will be held seemed to hold the people in check. As night fell, the city slumbered on.

Inside his Operational Command, General Geroud pored over maps of Yemen. He would carefully mark off sites of interest with a blue pen. The latest reports came in at midnight. They weren't good. Aerial servallience showed increased insurgent activity to the north, where there are Granzian forces yet. Several images showed possible weapon caches or equipment stockpiles. These Geroud gave orders to be eliminated by bombing tomorrow. He sighed. This wasn't going to be easy, he thought.

Fredeux arrived back at his hotel room within a matter of minutes. He already knew what he would have to do. He sat at a desk and opened his laptop computer. First he sent a secure email to the agency about the overall meaning of the conference. Then he went to the Granzi Government website. It was all the normal hogwash. However, there was a login bar on the side, so that government officials could access their data away from work. Fredeux retrieved a floppy disc and CD from his briefcase. The floppy disc contained a virus which was newly created by the agency. It was nearly undetectable, and all it did was steal passwords. Whenever someone logged on to the site with the virus, the virus would send an email to a yahoo account. The email would contain the username and password for every person who logged on. The CD was a program which, once the usernames and passwords were proggrammed in, would randomly select one and log in using that combination. Fredeux created another Yahoo account on yet another name. Then he emailed the virus to the website's admin. When the admin logged on, the virus would infect the others who were logged on. It would take several days to get the passwords, but Fredeux had time. As the CD already began recording passwords, Fredeux got in his bed and went to sleep.

OOC: The Granzian Government uses a secure internet accessible only through laptops or computers equipped with a secure transmitter/reciever. Only the lower level officials and/or general information is stored on the website, nothing above Classified 1 info can be viewed. The operation in Yemen is still heavily classified, as with all current operations. Still, you can probably find something.

OOC:Okay. I'll make sure I only find low level stuff. This is only the beginning. Eventually he will move on to trying to find the actual documents.

OOC:Okay. I'll make sure I only find low level stuff. This is only the beginning. Eventually he will move on to trying to find the actual documents.

OOC: Where do you see this going? I need something to base my end of the RP on.

OOC:Fredeux is just there to see if more is going on than you said, but I'm thinking maybe he'll find something big. I'm not sure what yet. What do you think? Pick anything and work off of that. I'll adapt as needed.

Aden, Yemen

Cory Nerow stepped off the gangplank of the Iri, the new passenger liner commitioned by Nerow Corp. a few months ago. It had been in construction before the operation, and had been assigned to the new route from Granzi to Aden. A beauty she is, Nerow thought, and admired her gleaming deck, upon which immaculately dressed servicemen walked. And a nice little earner as well. Clothed in a neat suit, crevat pinned on his chest, Nerow did not look like the type of man who walked, especially on Yemen dusty and narrow streets.

Nerow Corp. had expanded since his grandfather died, to encompass nearly all aspects of the market. And Cory was here for a venture, that if successful, would make the company billions, maybe trillions. If I play my cards right, he reminded himself. Picked up by a limosine inside the harbor, it drove past the mudbrick of the Old City, before passing into the New Sector: funded by Nerow Corp. The steel skeleton of Nerow's branch headquarters just peeked behind the skyline. Turning into a drive, the chauffeur wordlessly stepped out, and opened the rear door.

Cory hurried into the temporary HQ, going straight to the double doors at the end of the main hall. Throwing them open, he shouted, "I've got them!" A man sat in the swivel chair behind a long wooden desk. "Good, now show them to me."

Nerow placed his suitcase on the desk and flicked on the lock. Reaching into its depths, he pulled out several sheets of paper, followed by a large brown folder, and handed them to the man. "Here you are, Father." The figure did not move for a second, before snatching up the bundle. It sat deep in thought before replying.

"Excellent. Our work can begin."

Aden, Yemen
10 Years Later

Moving out from the inland desert, the mudbrick homes of the common Yemeni are omni-present, sometimes stacked upon each other, family packed together into a mesh of humanity. Sandwiched between buildings, the narrow streets of Aden weave a crooked maze, their pavement centuries old. Crude shacks line their edges, shopkeepers having lain their good below thatch awnings. Housewives out for the groceries mixed with errand boys, and hecklers shouting their wares.

These scenes suddenly disappear upon reaching the gleaming Financial Sector. As if drawn by a gigantic hand, the lines of housing stop where concrete and glass structures begin. Here, the wide avenues are lined with imported automobiles, and instead of open shops, brick walls and wrought polished steel face corporate offices. The flowing robes worn outside are absent; here, business suits are the norm. Capping the skyline, the dominating headquarters of Nerow Corp stands, the rays of the harsh sun lending a glow to the structure.

On the waterfront, large container ships unload hundreds of crates daily. Unloaded by cranes by the truckful, they are brought to the warehouses, catalogued, and stored. Tons of steel, bolts of copper wire, and bulky boxes stamped with the letters Y-O-V. Looking down from his penthouse, Cory could not help but smile.

~BUMP~

OOC: Ybronneb, I know you're still out there!

BUMP for Sarzonia's attention.

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Aden, Yemen

Far from being dusty and drab, the interior of the Governor's Mansion was immaculate, every detail looked after to the last chair. Once through security, and down the long hall past reception, the walls were decorated with paintings, furniture carved of heavy mahogany. In his office, the Governor Andrew sat scribbling at his desk, sorting through the memos gathered in piles. A gold pen in one hand, his spectacles on the bridge of his nose, Franklin Andrews flipped through a report on the situation in the north. His revere was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in."

With a broad sweep, a man strode in. Clothed richly in fine silks and fabric, the figure -whom the Governor recognized as Cory Nerow- pulled up a chair. He set a suitcase on the floor beside him, before looking up suddenly, and giving Andrews a toothy smile. Franklin thought he looked quite like a shark. "Governor! How are you this pleasant day?"

Andrews gave a short snort. "Well, if it wasn't bad enough already, your appearance does nothing to fix the matter. I'm a very busy man Nerow, you know that. It doesn't look like you have anything important to say either. Now if you'll excuse me, Mr. Nerow, I must get back to this paper work. Guards-"

"I assure you, Governor, I have something which will perk up your interest quite well." Cory smoothly slid in. "In fact, I brought it with me. Care to take a look?" He noticed Andrews had set down the pen. "Excellent."

Drawing up the suitcase, Nerow slid the ebony item across the desk's surface. With a deft motion, he quickly freed the brass clasps with a click. Inside were several sheaves of paper. Reaching into a side pocket, Cory handed a manila folder to Andrews.

Franklin took the documents and read the first few lines. Within moments, his face turned a pale white. Shaking, he set the papers before him. "Where did you get this?" he managed to rasp out.

"It matters not." Nerow's voice had taken on a cold edge. "What does matter is that I have several carbon copies of this, including the original, ready to be distributed to the press at a moments notice. By the end of this day, your downfall will be on every front page across the Commonwealth!" He gave Andrews a sneer. "That is, if you do not cooperate."

Gathering up his shattered wits, Franklin moaned. "It was a mistake, an accident! I never meant for it to happen! It was all a mistake. An accident..."

Nerow leaned forward until he was but a breath away from Andrews' deathly complexion. "We'll be keeping in contact." He stood up, and closed the briefcase. Picking up the papers, Nerow tossed them on the desk. "You can keep that... Governor." He walked out, leaving Andrews with the remains of a broken spirit.

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The Document Read: Official Business of the Sultanate fo the Bedou People.
Addressed to the leaders of the Commonwealth of Granzi.
"My most beloved friends.
The Yemeni people are and have been devoted Muslims. We believe it would serve your interest in the region to have the presence of Arab Muslims on your side in support of your most Beneficent reign.
As your are well aware we are always seeking permission for the use of land for our people.
We would be interested in being allowed the use of land predominately in the east, the harshest part of the Yemeni desert. As well we would be most greatful if negotiations for the lease of a port in Al Ghaydah could be discussed.
In return for use of port in Al Ghaydah, we would be willing to allow the Granzi use of a Swedish port.
I eagerly await your response.
The Yemeni are most certainly n the best possible hands.
Sultan Mohammed Bin Al Deeb.

Official Communiqué
Regional Authority

Most certainly. We respect all people, regardless of their faith. As fellow brothers, we find it highly reasonable that the Bedou, being trusted allied, be allowed use of the land in east Yemen. Because that area has been suffering from bandit attacks, we request aid from the Bedou to maintain the peace. Perhaps if the local residents see those of the same faith, support for warlords will decrease. You request, including the port at Al Ghaydah is granted.

Best of luck,

Franklin Andrews
Governor of Granzian Yemen

The Arab Socialist Republic of Al Anbar is appalled at this act of colonialism, especially by an outsider! We demand the removal of your troops or we will force them out of the lands of the Arabs. We will not stand for foreign troops to enroach on Arab lands once again.

- The Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Al Anbar

(OOC: Al Anbar extends from Lebanon to Syria, to Iraq, to Kuwait and to Saudi Arabia.)

OOC: I remember you, Al Anbar. And where your empire is. :)

Official Communiqué

We will not withdraw. If you had paid more attention, the Arab Socialist Republic would have noticed that Yemen was in chaos at the time, and Granzian peacekeepers moved in to restore order. Since we have arrived, we have done nothing but improve the lives of its citizens, including the benefits of direct elections and democracy. Do not threaten us.

Regards,

Franklin Andrews
Governor of Granzian Yemen

Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Minister of Foreign Affairs Abdul Aziz al-Baghdadi at a press conference in Baghdad.

"The Arab Socialist Republic of Al Anbar will not allow another nation to seize any territory of the Middle East. Your so-called 'peacekeepers' and your 'democracy' are nothing more than shams to let your troops seize full and complete control over the occupied territory of Yemen."

"The Yemeni population in Al Anbar has called for the liberation of their nation from your yoke. If you truly believe in 'democracy' and 'freedom', then you will remove your soldiers from the nation and allow us to take care of setting these 'elections' up. If you do not, this shows how you are simply taking over Yemen for its strategic position in the Middle East. It will show to the world that you do not truly care about the people of Yemen, just its resources and its position in the world."

"You must withdraw."

OOC: Al Anbar, don't wreck the storyline. I want this to be more of character RP, if you will. Send spies or such, but don't start a full blown war.

OOC: Al Anbar, don't wreck the storyline. I want this to be more of character RP, if you will. Send spies or such, but don't start a full blown war.

OOC: Meh. :(

Fine. Ignore the last part of my last post.

OOC: Meh. :(

Fine. Ignore the last part of my last post.
OOC: There's more than one way to undermine a country. You just have to get creative. ;)

The head of the Mukhabarat, the Iraqi Intelligence organization, employed many people from many countries around the world. Arabs, non-Arabs, Muslims, non-Muslims, Westerners, Africans, Communists, etc. Their hand stretched far and wide, much like the Soviet KGB.

Now, they looked through their rank and file Yemeni members, searching for people who hadn't been used on missions that would have given them up as members of the Mukhabarat. Days had passed, but they found they came up with a list of almost one hundred agents that were fully ideologically commited to the ideas of Ba'athism and were trustworthy enough to send into Yemen to find and organize Yemenis that were willing to start a revolution against Granzi.

The agents were broken up into ten groups of ten each. Each group was led by the most fanatic pro-Ba'athist they could find from the one hundred. The men had been briefed on their mission in what would become their squad, in order to eliminate their knowledge of the other squads. They had all had agreed to do it, as if they had any other choice.

They now went off to train in their seperate squads throughout the nation. An intensive training period of two weeks would follow. They would then be given two days of free time and then sent off across the border into Yemen, with massive amounts of cash.

Their training completed, they were sent across the border into Yemen, each cell leader carrying over $60,000 USD and each cell member carrying an AK-47 and a pistol of various designs. Over the time of four days, two to three cells were slipped across the mountainous region near the Saudi-Yemeni border. They travelled across the mountainous plains west of Najran. Each cell, after crossing, was to make their way to their various destinations through any means necessary, but not through the use of excessive force that would arouse the suspicions of the Granzi "peacekeepers".

Three cells made their way to Sanaa, the capital of Yemen. Two went to al-Hudaydah. Two went to al-Ghaydah. Another went to Sanaw. Another to Saywun, and another to Aden. They rented hotel rooms at small, cheap, run-down hotels in the city. None of the groups knew anyone from the other cells, but they had been told that their were friendlies operating in the country, and if they needed assistance, Al Anbar may have the other cells give it to them.

The groups watched the patrol routes of the Granzi "peacekeepers" and began to court out citizens in local cafes, market bazaars, and other inconspious places.

OOC: Now, Granzi, if you want, you can try to find the cells, perhaps one of your men bump into one of my men in one of the cells in Sanaa or something. :)

Parthia borders Yemen with the Oman province and would like to know if Granzi will continue neutral relations with Parthia.

OOC: I'll continue this tommorrow, Al Anbar, or the next day if I don't have time. I have a test coming up soon.

IC: We will retain a neutral stance with the Parthians.

In Bedou Sweden
The Office of General Ahmed Mossuad
"Tarek, the Granzi have informed us of a potential threat from the Arab world.
I want the standard tactics in place in the next two days. Secure the Port. and begin with opening the Wadi-Rum schools.
Also begin the stipend program.
I want a bill board in every cafe' with a $100,000 bounty for on the head of any man proven to be subversive to the peace in Bedou policed areas.
I do mean, for his head."
The man behind the desk did not wear the trappinggs of a western General with medals and vain regalia rather he wore the traditional robes of a devoted Muslim.
He was General Mossuad, a very harsh and intolerant man, originally of Iranian descent.
"Yes sir, I believe it might be more suitable however for the reward to be for the location."
Tarek Ahmed Mustafah was head of International Clandestine Services.
He was the more tactful of the two.
General Ahmed sat for a moment, then raised his hands in acceptance.
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Al Ghuydah

4000 Lawrence MArines of the Seglawi Division disembarked from Bedou troop transports.
OF that Number 2434 were Yemmeni citizens.
Their primary mission was to return to their homes, and mingle intermitten with the popualce.
They understood theywere to become the Vanguard.
They were stripped of all belongings that would have associated them with the Bedou military.

Eastern Yemeni 15,000ft.
The EA-Super Condor
Reduced speed and opened its cargo ramp.
The Load master, gave the signal and thousands, then tens of thousands ,then hundreds of thousands of small white parachutes opened in the night sky.
The were camera phones, easyt to use, all instructions were in Arabic.
The seal of Bedou production emblazened on the back with the Mark of the Imam Beydoun.
The Granzi might disapprove of the litter, but they had seen the effectiveness of the tactic in Kygyz and and Tajiki.
In a few hours nothing would go unnoticed.
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Al Ghuydah
Al Mukalla
Say-un
Habarut
IN these cities the Local Sunni Mosques received messeges from the respected Imam Beydoun.
The messeges were simple...
The Bedou would not aid those who did not seek to aid the Yemmeni muslims.
So the clerics were to inform the locals to follow the Bedou example, nothing more nothing less.
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Western Yemmeni 15000ft
Two SuperCondors cricled the night dropping currency, weighed out in tons, it fluttered into the night sky like a blizzard.
The Sultan Mohammed Al Deeb had ordered one billion dollars dropped over Yemen.
Loud speakers from Sunni Mosques proclaimed it a blessing from the 'Hand of God' that invaders carry with them the devoted Muslim allies of the Bedou.
That was peace and prosperity had arrived, and that Yemen would no longer be the slum of the Arab world.
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