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At aproximately 5:30 this evening, a Rebepacitopian jet-liner (747) was hijacked by terrorists. The terrorists belong to a Militant-islamic faction.
The terrorists have refused to communicate with Rebepacitopian officials. Through radar systems in outer-Rebepacitopia we have received word that the plane is leaving Rebepacitopia. The Rebepacitopian Air Force would react, but are reluctant to violate the airspace of another sovereign nation. We ask the international community for assistance in this matter. We do not want gratuitous casualties, and would like to prosecute the responsible culprits of this travesty.

OOC:Arnt you the guy who built that godmoddish 'Invincible' Bunker?

Boeing 747 Business Class Seating, Somewhere in the Air

Ellen Vitorin shuddered as she heard another yell from the forward section of the aircraft. She couldn't understand the language, but she had seen men with guns earlier, and knew what the yelling meant. She was the wife of the Angelican Minister of Education, and was accompanying a group of Angelican students on a round-the-world trip when her nap was disturbed by the hijacking. Slyly, she slipped a satellite phone from her purse. As a frequent traveller, she found it gave her the best oportunity to call home to check in. Now she was calling home to plead for rescue.

"Honey, it's me. Listen, I don't know where we are, but we've been hijacked..."

Within a few minutes, her husband was calling a friend at the BMDA.



Bureau of Defense and Military Affairs Communique

The Protectorate of Angelico offers its most sincere condolences regarding this affair, and desires to assure the Rebepacitopian government that all in our power will be done to assist in the safe conclusion of this crisis. The Protectorate reports eight Angelican citizens aboad the flight, and thus considers itself to be invested in this crisis.

The Protectorate will immediately dispatch aircraft to assist in the tracking of this aircraft, and will place on standby a ground responce package in the case of a traumatic termination of the crisis. Any information gathered will be forwarded immediately through a secure means. In return, any information available regarding probable flight paths and the disposition of the terrorists would be helpful.
Varna Air Force Base, Angelico

The First Special Emergency Responce Team (HERT) had been activated minutes after the call came out, and was soon loading aboard their somewhat antiquated-looking Yakolev transport aircraft. The three aircraft were loaded with three platoons of 1st HERT members, their vehicles, and a platoon of the HERT's medical support component. They would wait aboard the aircraft until ordered into the air, at which time KB-95A varients of the Tu-95 Bear would be able to keep the transports airborne near a crisis area for up to two days.

Nearby, the most experienced squadron in the Angelican Air Force prepared for yet another sortie. The VMQ-1 Skywatchers had already recieved two presidential commendations for their service in collecting vital information regarding confrontations abroad. Now, they were seen as the perfect platform with which they could track down this errant B-747. They would use their long-ranged AWACS radar to track any airborne targets, and their passive communications intercept antennae to try to identify the terrorists. With luck, they would be able to intercept either demands for ransom/asylum, or more private communications with their terrorist handlers calling for orders. At the least, they'd be able to look for the cell signal of the Minister of Education's wife, whom they knew from their briefing to be aboard. This was a longshot, however, given the nature of satellite phones. Either way, the EB-95 crews had orders to relay intelligence to their command center, where anything useful would be forwarded to the Rebepacitopian government. The crews paused momentarily on the tarmac before boarding their converted bombers, seeing something they had never seen before in their careers.

Just adjacent to the VMQ-1 recon aircraft, Su-27 fighters of VF-4, the Angelican home guard interceptor squadron, glistened in the coastal sun. Ground crews were busy underneath the large fighters' wings, loading missiles. Unlike Every other time, however, these were not the blue-painted training rounds. These were dull grey, like the fighters, with red flags. They were live, war-ready missiles. This day might end with a 747 being downed, civilians and all. The crews shuddered silently to themselves, and boarded their craft.


OOC:

Essentially, you have 12x converted Bear bombers capable of electronic eavesdropping and AWACS launching from coastal Bulgaria, at your RP bidding. They will spread out, searching for signs of your 747 in most likely directions of travel, (i.e. not in compass headings) and look for and listen for your plane. Whether or not you want it found by me is up to you. There's the satphone signal, or any other way you want the crews to find the plane.

OOC:Arnt you the guy who built that godmoddish 'Invincible' Bunker?

OOC: That was a joke thread.

Rebepacitopian Intelligence Agency
17:24

A phone rings in the Presidential office. A disheveled secretary reluctantly answers "X.N. Nitered's office, how may I help you?" a voice is discerned through thick static "We have your plane." Seconds later the ringtone returns, acting as a harbinger of doom.

The President is summoned by the crazed secretary. "We got a call from the terrorists!" The President remains calm.."Are we certain that the caller was one of the terrorists?" The secretary responds "Yes, we had it traced."
"Do we know where the plane is?"
The secretary, in a tranquil fashion, utters "They are on a ship."
The President begins to lament "What?!? How did this happen?"
"I don't know sir..."
"Get me my military Chief of Staff."

War Room-The Kremlin
18:30

All five Rebepacitopian Military High-Commanders have been called to an emergency Presidential Conference at the Kremlin-Rebepacitopia's supreme government center.

President X.N. Nitered lounges in a generic leather chair while his High-Commanders assort ambiguous military data and troop placement information.
The President begins "Comrades, I'm certain you are all familiar with the current terrorist situation. It has come to my attention that the terrorists are no longer IN the plane. How is it that they eluded our radar, and boarded a ship? Are the hostages still alive? This is not going to burnish our immaculate reputation as a Socialist state."

General T.R. Sauzat (Air Force) is recognized by the President "Comrade," he moves into an ephemeral silence, "we currently use advanced satelite surveillance systems. There is no probable explanation for this disappearance. BUT if we are dealing with an elaborate terrorist organization-or even country-our systems could have been temporarily compromised. We have deployed several squadrons to reconnoiter the region we lost radar recognition in. We have deployed our 215th JSTARS's squadron. We are also deploying a squadron of SU-37's."

The President perspicaciously reviews his thoughts and responds
"Where is the ship, and where is our plane?"

The eccentric Admiral A.C. Dillert interjects "The ship we are dealing with is a Kirov Class (Type 1144.2) (Peter the Great) Heavy Missile Cruiser. The plane has been taken to an unknown location. However, we do know (through aerial surveillance) that the hostages are aboard the vessel. We have not been able to identify a responsible country or organization."

"Well," X.N. Nitered articulates,"we need some answers-and we need them quickly."