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Project Kormoran

Named after the Kriegsmarine cruiser Kormoran (http://www.german-navy.de/kriegsmarine/ships/auxcruiser/kormoran/) which was disguised as a freighter, Project Kormoran currently consists of twenty seabourne large-scale missile-launch platforms disguised as freighters and other large civilian ships (none of which are Kordoan in origin). This program is designed to allow Kordo to strike with impunity at any country it wishes without a threat of the ships being discovered or Kordo being implicated in the attack. Ten of these ships are currently capable of holding ten Chameleon Class ICBM’s per ship along with other standard missles, while the rest are to have the said capablitiy by the end of 2005. (See Project Chameleon for details of Chameleon Class ICBM’s)



Project Chameleon

Project Chameleon, begun in late 2004, is a project whereby Kordo Nuclear Missile Command cloned nuclear ICBM’s and other nuclear devices of various countries, both friendly and hostile. This has been done so by combining nuclear materials from said nations, along with missiles designed to their specific specifications. This project has been designed to allow Project Kormoran to fire nuclear ICBM’s that do not have any connection to Kordo, or its armed forces. While the use of these weapons, or their creation, would have severe consequences on the Kordoan political landscape if discovered, it has been deemed an acceptable risk by President Jack Kordo II and the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

ooc: indeed, very grave consequences. Good luck.

Marine Major General Barossa looked at the ship below him. Upon inspection, it was a standard oil tanker. In fact, if need be, it could still carry oil in its hold, with its special cargo protected inside. This ship was one of a kind, the first of a new breed of warships owned by the Kordoan Armed Forces.

It was also the first ship in its class of Kordoan manufacture. It had been decided to build one in Kordo, against the Navy’s wishes, so that if it was necessary to use these ships, no one would wonder why Kordo was conspicuously absent. His job was to protect it from being discovered while it under goes its construction. The problem was that he did not have enough troops to protect it. The government was to afraid to give him the necessary amount of troops, lest it draw attention. Not that the closing of the docks in this area for several months wouldn’t. Barossa shook his head. Some people didn’t think clearly enough, he needed troops. Otherwise the ship would be to vulnerable to sabotage, before it was even completed. (hint, hint)

"Emperor Dabrowski," screamed intellegence officer Mike Grift as he sprinted into the boardroom, "we have concrete intelligence, showing that Kordo plans to strike in the southern provinces!"

Drabrowski scoffed," Well then just send some Scuds in like we always do." Dabrowski turned to the other cigar chomping men at the table and they all spontaniously laughed.

"Enough," a quick hand gusture and the laughter stopped, "why are you still here Grift?"

"Sir, it's not as easy as that, all we have is...um...intellegence."

Dabrowski stared at Mike for more than five minutes, "Huh?"

"Well you see sir, The intellegence is proven and concrete we know that," Dabrowski continued to stare blankly, "but there are no Kordonian missiles where intellegence points..."

Drabrowski's stare cracked, "So what your telling me is that my intellegence berau has faulty concrete intelegence?"

"y-y-yes sir," stammered Mike.

"GET OUT OF MY OFFICE," screamed Dabrowski. as Mike ran from his office Dabrowski turned back to his cigar-puffing friends,"I'll just send in the Scuds like I always do...," he muttered through his cloud of smoke.

ooc: appearently spilt-milk has forgotten about this humble thread, oh well....

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