NationStates Jolt Archive

Most of the Grand Duchy of Yafor 2 was jungle. Thickly forested areas made up most of the land the was ruled by Elected Duke Rudiv Sodo. Trees, brambles, thickets, and other plants incorporated what was commonly know as the Yaforite Forest, but official know as The Forest of Brambles. It was nearly impossible to enter, not that any sane man would want to, and just as difficult to get out of. It was the natural wall of Yafor 2.

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Alexander Emperov was from Russia. He had been born in Vladivostok, twenty-seven years ago. His broad-shouldered frame, dark eyes, and dark hair were no different from any of these Yaforites, but he was different in one way. He was a magnet of ambition. He commanded the terrorist group LFE with iron fist. No mand alive had insulted Alexander Emperov and lived. He was Alexander Emperov.

A plane bearing the emblem of Hogsweat flew overhead, dipping and twiling in the wind. It guided through the currents like and angel, like a bird, like it knew what it was doing, like it did. It contained 40 soldiers of Hogsweat, sent to train the uncouth Yaforites. Emperov grinned. A perfect trap.

A guided missle sped upwards. The plane fell. Emperov had his kill. And the news would be in Hogsweat in NO TIME.

"Yes. I agree totally"

The commander in charge of these operations, a man by the name of Siro Ivanovich, was having a nice little chat with the stewardess. Gingerly, she handed him the can of sprite, and he split it open. He had not yet taken a sip, before there was a deadly whistle in the air. Ivanovich closed his eyes. There was a shudder and an explosion, and he could feel in his ears that the plane was losing altitude. Fast.

"This is your Captain speaking, prepare for emergency crash landing. We have been hit by unknown enemy forces. Prepare for crash landing"

It was too late... the plane dropped and skidded down into the mucky forest. The pilot had served his job well though, and he had steered the small civilian craft into an opening, before his head smacked onto the dashboard and he died miserably. Ivanovich's head span. What the hell? They had been hit by a missile... where were his colleagues? Where was he? There was thick black smoke that clogged his windpipe, rising up into the canopy of the tree tops...

OOC: Your government better break the news to me. Dont' worry, I wont shoot the messenger xD

"And lastly...." Elected Duke Rudiv Sodo closed his eyes. The droning of the self-appointed "people's ambassador" was boring, irrelavent, unimportant, and just plain stupid. He leaned bck in his chair. This would take a while.

All of a sudden, his daydreaming-and the speech-were interrupted by a man rushing into the room. He was clad in a tuxedo, with a red tie. Upon the tie was written the letters LFE in silver, inside a black cirlce. It was the insigna of one who worked for the terrorists. "You!" Rudiv Sodo gasped. He knew the man. It was Alexander Emperov's right-hand-man, another Russian, Boris Skaladanov.

The man smirked. "Yes, me. he said.

"You have the brash stupidity to waltz in here, like you own this place!" the duke almost shouted. His face was red, both with embarissment and anger.

"Actually, yes I do. But I didn't come here to chat. I've got a message for you...and your idiotic friends Hogsweat. Check this out." And with those last words, Boris Skaladanov walked out, laughted emerging from his throat. He paused and stopped, for a second, long enough to toss a DVD holder, with the DVD, at Elected Duke Sodo, and then to continue away.

Ten days later, a messanger arrived in Hogsweat. He came to whoever was in charge, and gave him a wrapped parcel. It contained a DVD that showed the plane crashing and a letter from the Yaforite government. It read:

To Hogsweat, with our condolences,
If you watch this DVD, you will see that the officers that you sent to train our soldiers have been shot down. They were shot down by Alexander Emperov and the terrorist group LFE. He is in possetion of the city of Chirani. Attack him, we urge you, and free, or avenge, your people.
Signed,
Rudiv Sodo
Elected Duke of Yafor 2.

OOC:Were your officers killed or just shot down?

OOC:Bump, Hogsweat!