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BREAKING NEWS
LAYARTEBIAN NEWS NETWORK

Today, the Emperor of Layarteb announced the Doctrine of Superiority. The Doctrine is a series of air, land, sea, and space doctrines, mostly concerning military regulations and civilian regulations for commerce, industry, and warfare.

Amongst these Doctrines is the Doctrine of the High Seas. In the Doctrine of the High Seas, the territorial waters of the Empire of Layarteb have extended from twelve nautical miles to twenty-four nautical miles. Any ship caught within this zone will be immediately treated as hostile.

More to come...

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maybe i wont mothball my navy then

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Goddamn NS just erased the long thread I posted!!! DIE JOLT DIE!!!

Goddamn NS just erased the long thread I posted!!! DIE JOLT DIE!!!

Isn't that irritating? Recently, I learned by bitter experience to CTRL+C, CTRL+V everything I'm about to post, just in case.

Isn't that irritating? Recently, I learned by bitter experience to CTRL+C, CTRL+V everything I'm about to post, just in case.

So do I, though I use CTRL+X just to make sure I got it. Also, you can use CTRL-Z to recover any information you may have lost (e.g. by accidentally highlighting and clearing text you don't want to clear).

i know, a lot of times it logs me out when i type my long good posts, so i lose everything, now i copy-paste

The California Republic notes this recent development. We also ask if friendly ships will be treated differently than unknown ships.

LAYARTEBIAN NEWS NETWORK
CORRESPONDANT HOUR

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Empire. Before we begin to discuss the Doctrine of Superiority, we shall first begin with the overall presence of this Doctrine.

"As it comes, the Doctrine of Superiority, is a most, dare I say offensive, document to the remainder of the world. The remainder of the world will most likely see this as a precursor to war, but alas that is for later in this program.

"I shall begin with the Doctrine of the High Seas. This Doctrine immediately moves definite territorial waters to twenty-four nautical miles, moving it from twelve. This suggests that Layarteb has deployed longer range, shore-based artillery on the coasts. But alas, twenty-four is considered a red zone. Nothing that passes within twenty-four nautical miles without prior authorization will be allowed to continue its steam. But there is a yellow zone in place that extends from twenty-four nautical miles out to one hundred and eighty. Ships inside this yellow zone may be under direct threat of military action.

"This also suggests the presence of shore-based anti-ship missiles of a new caliber and nature. In addition, our anti-submarine P-3 Orion and P-7 Orion II are rumored to be able to operate as far off the coast as some one thousand nautical miles. This would extend far beyond the yellow zone.

"Lastly, of importance, the Doctrine also includes sub-surface warfare. The sub-surface yellow zone extends out to five hundred nautical miles and the red zone starts at one hundred and fifty nautical miles. The sub-surface threat includes Tomahawk missiles, effective inside of four hundred and eighty-five nautical miles.

"The Doctrine of the Airways is much more vague. Air launched cruise missiles can be fired in excess of one thousand nautical miles, making these zones significantly larger. However, to extend zones so far will, undoubtedly, infringe upon the rights of other countries. However, aircraft are categorized long before they reach the one thousand mile mark. Perhaps once they come into range of our surface-to-air missiles, if they do not turn back, they will be immediately fired upon.

"The Doctrine of the Ground is the most vague. It categorizes any hostile land force as a threat to national security and requires the strictest of actions. That is all we can really surmise.

"Now onto our pundits?"

i know, a lot of times it logs me out when i type my long good posts, so i lose everything, now i copy-paste

I learned that lesson on the old forums but hath since forgotten it with Jolt. Back to TEXTPAD and my RP_Queue.txt file :mad: .

President Roman Black of Colodia, while hesitant to decribe this as a "non-hostile, completly fearless update" has reaffirmed his alliance with the Emperor earlier today.

In his address...
Yes, well...We do realize that the EOL's Doctrine of Superiority is threatening, but only our common enemies need fear. In fact, given our geographical and politically close relationship with The Empire of Layarteb, we may decide to adopt this Doctrine to Colodia as well, to keep our defenses and coorperation strong. Not saying that it's a definate prediction, but if Layarteb finds this Doctrine to be a success in keeping their interests safe, we would have no harm in doing it as well.

"The statement by the President of Colodia is one of great need. Their agreement on our Doctrine is paramount."

According to this annonouncement, half of the Carbbean will fall under your exclusion zone. Yep. Our weaters, our land. So we're sorry, but we'll be continuing to move whatever the hell we want whereever the hell we want. If you sink a ship that isn't inside the 24 mile zone, there will be severe repercussions.

Oh, and one question. What about....hmm....say, the Panama canal? It's within your zone. It's foreign owned and an international trade route. Will you be sinking anything that tries to move through it? This announcement is idiotic, ill-thought, and frankly an insult to your leadership. Why don't you go back to the drawing baord with it, because Samtonia sure as hell isn't going to obey some of the more.....outlandish.....demands. And if you don't like it, tell it to the guns on our Doujins.

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Field Marshal James Dalton, Defense Minister


For once, I agree with Dalton on this one...
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Carl Vanderhoven, Minister of Foreign Affairs

Doujin? LOL. You mean the biggest accepted Godmod of NS. I scoff at thee.

Offical Statement by The Lightning Star

We wonder if this means that the Panama Canal shall be unusable by the peoples of the world, or if you shall create an alloted route for international ships to pass through.

-His Holiness, the Islami Carthaginian Emperor of The Lightning Star Hannibal VII

Offical Statement by The Lightning Star

We wonder if this means that the Panama Canal shall be unusable by the peoples of the world, or if you shall create an alloted route for international ships to pass through.

-His Holiness, the Islami Carthaginian Emperor of The Lightning Star Hannibal VII

Colodia is in full control of the Panama Canal and as such he agrees with our Doctrine. We will never seek action against vessels of a non-military nature of course and we use the term hostile whenever we discuss subjects of this Doctrine. However, take note that hostile can be a very vague word. The Layartebian Canal, a canal going through Guatemala remains fully off-limits to non-Layartebian craft.

Colodia is in full control of the Panama Canal and as such he agrees with our Doctrine. We will never seek action against vessels of a non-military nature of course and we use the term hostile whenever we discuss subjects of this Doctrine. However, take note that hostile can be a very vague word.

Would that mean that if we wished to send a fleet to assist in, say, the Carribean and the fleet departs from Palau, we would have to go around Malaysia, through the Indian Ocean, either around the Cape of Good Hope or through the Suez Canal, then across the atlantic to reach the conflict, instead of just taking the canal?

(OOC: We REALLY should have a conference or treaty on the Canal. It's vital to the worlds economy and naval travel)

If Colodia were to allow your fleet it would be shadowed throughout the course of its journey throught our zones.

If Colodia were to allow your fleet it would be shadowed throughout the course of its journey throught our zones.

Very well.

But we still think a conference would be nice...

The Empire of Layarteb considers this matter non-negotiable.

The Empire of Layarteb considers this matter non-negotiable.

*inaudible*We'll see about that...*inaudible*

Uh, we mean...sure doodly howdy!

I don't want to hijack Layarteb's thread on the issue of Panama. I'll have my own thread up momentarily.

I don't want to hijack Layarteb's thread on the issue of Panama. I'll have my own thread up momentarily.

If you want to put it here go ahead, it sort of coincides...I wouldn't consider it hijacking.

While this could be detrimental to Caribbean trade we see no reason as yet to become alarmed by this turn of events. If Layarteb, and indeed Colodia as well, wish to extend their territorial waters in an effort to further protect their sovereignty it is within their rights. However, we do hope a more palatable solution be reached then having ships ghosted as they move through Layarteb's waters. This seems unnecessary when considering that the Caribbean is a vital part of the world economy.

-Governor Laoghaire
Brasilia, Hibernian Brazil

Bloody server...

The Panama Canal
http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=392957

LAYARTEBIAN NEWS NETWORK
CORRESPONDANT HOUR (CONTINUED)

"Now let's discuss the Doctrine of Sovreignty. This Doctrine states that whatever happens within the borders of Layarteb is of no concern to the remainder of the world. This is a full slap in the face of international law, despite the fact that Layarteb has not signed onto any of the laws. Sovreignty has always been a high regard of the Emperor and apparently will remain as such..."

Cotland respects Layartebs decision, and hope that this will not effect too much on international trade. Any Cottish vessel in the area will sail more then 180 nautical miles off the Layartebian coastline. All warships will keep their weapon systems offline when near Layarteb.

Recently, there has been a lot of Cottish businesses that wish to open offices in Layarteb, something which creates jobs to the Layatebian people and income to the Layartebian government. We hope that this new doctrine will not put a stop on the possible 'exodus' of Cottish businesses.

- Emperor Thomas I of Cotland

Just to help you: I write long posts in Notepad, then i put it on here. I speak from experience when i say it helps to avoid alot of problems

Just to help you: I write long posts in Notepad, then i put it on here. I speak from experience when i say it helps to avoid alot of problems

Yeah that's what I do myself but I use Textpad. But since this is the first time Jolt ever did that to me you can understand why I stopped doing it when we went to Jolt.

Cotland, the Doctrine does not get into the matters of commerce (yet)...

LAYARTEBIAN NEWS NETWORK
CORRESPONDANT HOUR (CONTINUED)

"The Doctrine of Commerce is one of great importance. It is one of the few economic type areas of the Doctrine of Superiority. The Doctrine of Commerce does not seek to regulate or stop the capitalist growth of the nation but does however add a military aspect to it. The Doctrine of Commerce clearly states that if any nation directly and willingly infringes upon the commerce and industry of the Empire of Layarteb, such acts will constitute acts of war. What you might imagine is that the recent pirate attacks, if pinned to a government, will certainly be a catalyst for warfare."

OOC: In case you haven't noticed I am making this up as I go along ;).

Doctrine of Superiority

Doctrine of the High Seas
Doctrine of the Airways
Doctrine of the Ground
Doctrine of Sovreignty
Doctrine of Commerce
Doctrine of Space


OOC: I'll sum them up later I am tired.

A response to the new Doctrines...

"As North Germania has similar laws regarding national boundaries, we will, as always, respect Layarteb's policies and decisions. We will be sure to respect all boundaries and borders of the sovereign state of Layarteb.

Any passage deemed necessary through Layartebian territories will first be cleared with any Layartebian authorities beforehand.

North Germania will also be instituting a strict enforcement of these doctrines for any nations that decide to disregard them. To be more concise, and as an example, if any vessel is perceived to be hostile in Layartebian territory and is destroyed by Layartebian forces, North Germania will not hesitate to help reinforce Layarteb's new Doctrines if requested.

Regards,
Reichschancellor Wilhelm Einheit, III"

- N.G.

Hey, as long as you don't try to enforce your doctrine of "superiority" on other nations, then we are fine with that.

LAYARTEBIAN NEWS NETWORK
CORRESPONDANT HOUR (CONTINUED)

"The Doctrine of Commerce is one of great importance. It is one of the few economic type areas of the Doctrine of Superiority. The Doctrine of Commerce does not seek to regulate or stop the capitalist growth of the nation but does however add a military aspect to it. The Doctrine of Commerce clearly states that if any nation directly and willingly infringes upon the commerce and industry of the Empire of Layarteb, such acts will constitute acts of war. What you might imagine is that the recent pirate attacks, if pinned to a government, will certainly be a catalyst for warfare."

OOC: In case you haven't noticed I am making this up as I go along ;).

Doctrine of Superiority

Doctrine of the High Seas
Doctrine of the Airways
Doctrine of the Ground
Doctrine of Sovreignty
Doctrine of Commerce


OOC: I'll sum them up later I am tired.

We at the Office of the High Sultan would like to inform you that some of the pirates, namely those that attacked Gintopar, were of Elephanti citizenship, but the captian and his backer, Hitta e-Varitta and Boss Mbao, led the rebellion against our government in The Gambia. Both of them were immolated in the Second Fire of Banjul, which they started. (they started the first one too, but that is not my point) Many of their ships and crewmen were destroyed in the Battle of Banjul Harbor, and the rest are being hunted down. We would like to remove all blame from ourselves for the conflict.

I'm actually still waiting to be attacked on that pirates thread :( .

I'm actually still waiting to be attacked on that pirates thread :( .
Me too.

The Torian government is curious as to how the Doctrine applies to members of the October Alliance. Are members allowed limited passage through Layartebian waters, and are we allowed to trade with fewer restrictions, or do are we in the same category as the rest of the world? This is of little importance to us, as we have no ocean vessels of any nature, being landlocked (We use third parties to ship goods, and allied transports for overseas troop movements), but we are curious regardless.

As to the matter of you protecting your sovereignity, we support this fully. While others might take the Doctrine as being excessively warlike and aggressive, we support a nation protecting its territory (OOC: and not taking crap from the other guy!) and recognize that a nation has the right to close off its borders, including ocean borders, if it so wishes. Good for you, my friend.

Regards
Leon Alexei Adler
Supreme Overlord of the Torian Dominion

The Torian government is curious as to how the Doctrine applies to members of the October Alliance. Are members allowed limited passage through Layartebian waters, and are we allowed to trade with fewer restrictions, or do are we in the same category as the rest of the world? This is of little importance to us, as we have no ocean vessels of any nature, being landlocked (We use third parties to ship goods, and allied transports for overseas troop movements), but we are curious regardless.

As to the matter of you protecting your sovereignity, we support this fully. While others might take the Doctrine as being excessively warlike and aggressive, we support a nation protecting its territory (OOC: and not taking crap from the other guy!) and recognize that a nation has the right to close off its borders, including ocean borders, if it so wishes. Good for you, my friend.

Regards
Leon Alexei Adler
Supreme Overlord of the Torian Dominion

Those who are part of The October Alliance are NOT subject to the Doctrine of Superiority.

Those who are part of The October Alliance are NOT subject to the Doctrine of Superiority.

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Ah well.

And by the way, why "Doctrine of Superiority"? I have heard one thing that makes you "superior". You should name it the "Doctrine of Step-on-our-land-and-die-punk".

OOC: Good to know about TOA, Layarteb.

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Ah well.

And by the way, why "Doctrine of Superiority"? I have heard one thing that makes you "superior". You should name it the "Doctrine of Step-on-our-land-and-die-punk".

Sounds more eloquent.

Okay here is a breakdown of the Doctrine of Superiority

Doctrine of the High Seas

Surface red zone established at 24nm from coast. No vessels in or out of this zone without prior permission of the Layartebian government.
Surface yellow zone established at 180nm from coast. Any military vessel inside this zone will be shadowed by a Layartebian warship until it leaves said zone and until such time as said vessel is out of the yellow zone will be considered a threat to national security. Commerical and civilian shipping will be shadowed as well.
Sub-surface red zone established at 150nm from coast. No vessels in or out of this zone without prior permission of the Layartebian government.
Sub-surface yellow established at 500nm from coast. Any military vessel inside this zone will be shadowed by a Layartebian warship until it leaves said zone and until such time as said vessel is out of the yellow zone it will be considered a threat to national security. Commerical and civilian submarines will be shadowed as well.


Doctrine of the Airways

Aircraft within range of 1,000 miles will be considered a possible threat and intercepted by Layartebian aircraft for escort out of Layartebian airspace.
Aircraft within range of ground based missile systems will be considered an immediate threat and shot down if said aircraft does not deviate from a hostile flight plan.


Doctrine of the Ground

Any hostile ground force that is within striking range will be considered an immediate threat and destroyed.


Doctrine of Sovreignty

Whatever happens within the borders of Layarteb is of no concern to the remainder of the world.


Doctrine of Commerce

If any nation directly and willingly infringes upon the commerce and industry of the Empire of Layarteb, such acts will constitute acts of war.


The Doctrine of Space

Any satellites, shuttles, rockets, space stations, and so on and so fourth being used to spy on the Empire of Layarteb will be considered an immediate threat and removed. The nation of which they belong too will be held responsible.


OOC: I'll add more as I think of them ;).

2.1.05: Added Space.

What will you do if a foreign vessel off the Layartebian shore is in need of assistance/need to go to the nearest port due to bad weather/engiene trouble/etc.?

Okay here is a breakdown of the Doctrine of Superiority

1. Doctrine of the High Seas

Surface red zone established at 24nm from coast. No vessels in or out of this zone without prior permission of the Layartebian government.
Surface yellow zone established at 180nm from coast. Any military vessel inside this zone will be shadowed by a Layartebian warship until it leaves said zone and until such time as said vessel is out of the yellow zone will be considered a threat to national security. Commerical and civilian shipping will be shadowed as well.
Sub-surface red zone established at 150nm from coast. No vessels in or out of this zone without prior permission of the Layartebian government.
Sub-surface yellow established at 500nm from coast. Any military vessel inside this zone will be shadowed by a Layartebian warship until it leaves said zone and until such time as said vessel is out of the yellow zone it will be considered a threat to national security. Commerical and civilian submarines will be shadowed as well.


2. Doctrine of the Airways

Aircraft within range of 1,000 miles will be considered a possible threat and intercepted by Layartebian aircraft for escort out of Layartebian airspace.
Aircraft within range of ground based missile systems will be considered an immediate threat and shot down if said aircraft does not deviate from a hostile flight plan.


3. Doctrine of the Ground

Any hostile ground force that is within striking range will be considered an immediate threat and destroyed.


4. Doctrine of Sovreignty

Whatever happens within the borders of Layarteb is of no concern to the remainder of the world.


5. Doctrine of Commerce

If any nation directly and willingly infringes upon the commerce and industry of the Empire of Layarteb, such acts will constitute acts of war.


OOC: I'll add more as I think of them ;).

(just so ye know, I have numbered all the doctrines to easily comment on them)

1. I have no problem.

2. I have no problem.

3.Wait a sec... that's everywhere on the planet! With all these missile systems and what not

4. That's not good for diplomatic relations, but O.K.

5. What exactly would that mean?

1. You try. Seeing as we're....ummm....how do you sau, surrounded by areas under your control, following this doctrine to the T would result in immediate crippling of our national defense. So why don't we try to work something out on this one. Because this is a blatant decleration of war if attempted to be enforced over the Caribbean.

2. Try again. Same as the first.

3. Try again. Same as the first.

4. If it affects us, our allies, or the safety of the world in some way, shape, or form, you're damned sure it'll concern us.

5. Seeing as you're doing that to us by this decleration.......same goes for you.

We hope our concerns are addressed quickly and rationally.

Samtonian Council of Thirteen

[OOC- Care to explain why the Doujin is a godmode? Perhaps try to argue against Freethinkers, seeing as how all evidence is to the complete polar opposite of what you're trying to insinuate.]

What will you do if a foreign vessel off the Layartebian shore is in need of assistance/need to go to the nearest port due to bad weather/engiene trouble/etc.?

Tis a different story...

The Lightning Star: The fifth is quite vague for purpose :).

Samtonia: If the Doujin was labeled as future tech I wouldn't have a problem but I'm sorry but no way, no how, could that work in the modern world. As far as the concerns over our Doctrine, we consider the Doctrine to be a final non-negotiable entity. But just remember it is merely a Doctrine.

OOC: Ah, the benefits of membership! I like the doctrine. It kicks ass and has a "Mess with me. I dare you." kind of feel to it.

Heh...Samtonia? I'd really suggest letting Layarteb do what he likes with this. You know, it's just that if this leads to a conflict, I'm backing my mates in TOA. Still, I appreciate that you're still looking to discuss it, rather than charge in because he made an imperialistic decree that hampers trade in your area. An Imperialistic decree is cool because it makes for some really cool RPing, but we don't want to rush things.

IC: The Thirteen, and the other active representatives of the Torian High Government, are glad to hear that the restrictions placed in your doctrines do not apply to those in the Alliance. We vow not to abuse this leniency. A Legion of our Nephilim stand ready to help you enforce this decree, should you request it. We also look to work out an agreement that would allow us to use some of your transports to move our troops across seas (OOC:We usually use aircraft, or move across land), and perhaps a few warships to support them. In return, we would be open to granting you MWBSD technology (Big anti-air, anti-torpedo mechs that attach to a battleship's deck on rails, and provide some additional heavy firepower) and ground support consisting of our legendary infantry, Nephilim, and mobile armors. Do tell us what you think about this.

Shall we do lunch sometime?

Regards
Leon Alexei Adler
Supreme Overlord of the Torian Dominion

TOR, we appreciate your support for our Doctrine. At this moment in time we do not need any assistance in enforcement but do please be ready if the necessity arises.

Just thought of a new one.


The Doctrine of Space

The Doctrine of Space will be used to state that any satellites, shuttles, rockets, space stations, and so on and so fourth being used to spy on the Empire of Layarteb will be considered an immediate threat and removed. The nation of which they belong too will be held responsible.

Just thought of a new one.


The Doctrine of Space

The Doctrine of Space will be used to state that any satellites, shuttles, rockets, space stations, and so on and so fourth being used to spy on the Empire of Layarteb will be considered an immediate threat and removed. The nation of which they belong too will be held responsible.

ooc: I'm just wondering how you intend to enforce this one..

ooc: I'm just wondering how you intend to enforce this one..

The Empire of Layarteb is far more capable than we let on...

The Empire of Layarteb is far more capable than we let on...

Well, in that case, I formally request dispensation from that doctrine, due to the large amount of satellites Cotland currently have in orbit. It is impossible for us to not let any of them pass over Layartebian soil. We pledge that we shall not photograph any place in Layarteb where there aren't Cottish citizens (i.e. nowhere in Layarteb except the International Zone).

Well, in that case, I formally request dispensation from that doctrine, due to the large amount of satellites Cotland currently have in orbit. It is impossible for us to not let any of them pass over Layartebian soil. We pledge that we shall not photograph any place in Layarteb where there aren't Cottish citizens (i.e. nowhere in Layarteb except the International Zone).

As far as our records show there are about 26,000 Cottish citizens living inside of Layarteb, dispersed between Layarteb City (NYC), Falcon City (Boston), and High Point (Philiadelphia).

The key is military satellites though...

As far as our records show there are about 26,000 Cottish citizens living inside of Layarteb, dispersed between Layarteb City (NYC), Falcon City (Boston), and High Point (Philiadelphia).

The key is military satellites though...

Oh... The number is new information for the Cottish government. We believed that only approx. 16 000 Cots lived there. Well well. I hope that they are behaving well and bringing fortunes and profit to your nation.

It was the military satellites I was talking about...

Oh... This is new information for the Cottish government. They must have emigrated long before the new government came into play. Well well. I hope that they are behaving well and bringing fortunes and profit to your nation.

It was the military satellites I was talking about...

Ah I made up the number figured that since we had embassies there would be some immigration.

Ah I made up the number figured that since we had embassies there would be some immigration.

Oh, ok. I'll edit the post accordingly.

As far as our records show there are about 26,000 Cottish citizens living inside of Layarteb, dispersed between Layarteb City (NYC), Falcon City (Boston), and High Point (Philiadelphia).

The key is military satellites though...

OOC: You...re-named...Boston?

The most holy of Holy cities?

The best city ever?

My Home-city?

KKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!

OOC: You...re-named...Boston?

The most holy of Holy cities?

The best city ever?

My Home-city?

KKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!

Doth thou understand the NY vs. Boston rivalry? If so you can see why a New Yorker renamed Boston.

Just thought of a new one.


The Doctrine of Space

The Doctrine of Space will be used to state that any satellites, shuttles, rockets, space stations, and so on and so fourth being used to spy on the Empire of Layarteb will be considered an immediate threat and removed. The nation of which they belong too will be held responsible.

What about if they are just to...patrol our area of space around our space station.(see the space thread)

Also, what if we are a member of the Earth II Space Program Thing?

Doth thou understand the NY vs. Boston rivalry? If so you can see why a New Yorker renamed Boston.

OOC: You are a New Yorker?

KKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!

(j/k about the kill part. I still hate New York though :))

The Allied States of Celtayoshi wishes to know how such a doctine will effect the Celtayoshi Navy vessels leaving Celtayoshi territory for the Mid Atlantic Basin and beyond, Celtayoshi requests an immediete response to assure national security and to satisfy our people that our soveriegn right to passage into the Atlantic will not be restricted.
That said we support our NAANP allies in the formation of these doctrines and will consider adopting a similar policy. We will also help our allies police the yellow zone if needs be.

Celt, as of right now transit through the yellow zone is okay'd for you.

OOC: These are rather stupid... the 24nm naval exclusion vote I can understand - that's a generally accepted national waters boundary. The naval yellow zone is also ok - as I undersatnd it you'll just watch things in there and tell them to leave if they're looking hostile. The Sub-Surface red zone is stupid. You effectively claim to own the oceans 150nm out... ludicrous, as that means that some nations wont be able to dock their subs without a threat of you attacking it without much justification at all (not that you could really enforce it).

"# Aircraft within range of 1,000 miles will be considered a possible threat and intercepted by Layartebian aircraft for escort out of Layartebian airspace."

Errr... right... you dont actually own airspace 1,000 miles out. Again, this means that some nations couldnt fly planes over their own countries. It's Stupid. Truely stupid. The Red Zone is even worse, as SAMs can have ranges reaching hundreds of miles. Again, this goes over peoples' nations.

"Any hostile ground force that is within striking range will be considered an immediate threat and destroyed."

So you mean anyone you border isnt allowed to have border defence units? Or you'll destroy them? It's just stupid.

The Doctrine of Sovereignty is ok, as most nations take this stance, as is the Doctrine of commerce. The first three, however, are really badly thought out and I'd advise you to go back to the drawing board. Im sorry, but it really does show you were just making them up as you go along. As a general rule you own airspace over your nation and that over your territorial waters, up to around 30nm maximum allowed. After this, there is an economic exclusion zone that goes to about 200km out, but this does not affect military travel, and does not cover the territorial waters and economic exclusion zones of other nations.

OOC: These are rather stupid... the 24nm naval exclusion vote I can understand - that's a generally accepted national waters boundary. The naval yellow zone is also ok - as I undersatnd it you'll just watch things in there and tell them to leave if they're looking hostile. The Sub-Surface red zone is stupid. You effectively claim to own the oceans 150nm out... ludicrous, as that means that some nations wont be able to dock their subs without a threat of you attacking it without much justification at all (not that you could really enforce it).

"# Aircraft within range of 1,000 miles will be considered a possible threat and intercepted by Layartebian aircraft for escort out of Layartebian airspace."

Errr... right... you dont actually own airspace 1,000 miles out. Again, this means that some nations couldnt fly planes over their own countries. It's Stupid. Truely stupid. The Red Zone is even worse, as SAMs can have ranges reaching hundreds of miles. Again, this goes over peoples' nations.

"Any hostile ground force that is within striking range will be considered an immediate threat and destroyed."

So you mean anyone you border isnt allowed to have border defence units? Or you'll destroy them? It's just stupid.

The Doctrine of Sovereignty is ok, as most nations take this stance, as is the Doctrine of commerce. The first three, however, are really badly thought out and I'd advise you to go back to the drawing board. Im sorry, but it really does show you were just making them up as you go along. As a general rule you own airspace over your nation and that over your territorial waters, up to around 30nm maximum allowed. After this, there is an economic exclusion zone that goes to about 200km out, but this does not affect military travel, and does not cover the territorial waters and economic exclusion zones of other nations.

Tough noogies...

Tough noogies...
OOC: Meh. Thankfully I'm not in Earth II, but if I was I certainly wouldnt stand for this.

If you use internet explorer just hit the back button, it keeps the text in the cache so you don't lose it. Then, just log back in with a separate browser so Jolt recognizes you as online, then submit again.

You're extremely late on that one. That was done and lost.

While I agree with Praetonia that you have gone a wee bit overboard, I guess since I don't have any land near you I'm ok.

BTW-did ye see me response to what ye said about space?

While I agree with Praetonia that you have gone a wee bit overboard, I guess since I don't have any land near you I'm ok.

BTW-did ye see me response to what ye said about space?

We have no official response yet...

Samtonia refuses to follow this fascist excuse for a pre-land grab route. Your areas of control are idiotic, problems with the Caribbean never were addressed, and you still refuse to change even when you and your nation are clearly in the wrong. As such, Samtonia will ignore this pathetic attempt at trying to play with the nations who actually matter in the world.

Samtonian ships will continue to travers as they were, Samtonian planes will continue to fly where they wish, barring flights over foreign sovreign territory, and Samtonian ground troops will continue to deploy where they wish.

If you really want to make an issue of this, just try us. You're the aggressor in any conflict of this nature, with your ludicrously stupid ideas on trade routes and military protection grossly uncalled for, unthought of, and unrational and intruding upon or enveloping sovereing territories of Samtonian land. Want to try to shoot down a Samtonian ship flying over Samtonian land, seeing as how all of our land is enveloped in your zone? Go ahead and try. Your allies won't back you in a base act of foolhardy aggression, the International Community clearly will not tolerate this, and Samtonian weapons will most certainly make themselves heard.

Oh, and one more thing. You're merited a Red alert now from us. This means we're actually moving nuclear weapons to point at your major cities and military bases. Have fun.

Go revise that document or we're just not going to follow it. Angry at us?Tough cajones.

Samtonian Council of Thirteen

[OOC- And could you label your OOC remarks? I don't know which is which, and you're replying to OOC comments in posts with IC comments directly afterwards, with nothing denoting which is which. Bad form man, bad form....]

Samtonia refuses to follow this fascist excuse for a pre-land grab route. Your areas of control are idiotic, problems with the Caribbean never were addressed, and you still refuse to change even when you and your nation are clearly in the wrong. As such, Samtonia will ignore this pathetic attempt at trying to play with the nations who actually matter in the world.

Samtonian ships will continue to travers as they were, Samtonian planes will continue to fly where they wish, barring flights over foreign sovreign territory, and Samtonian ground troops will continue to deploy where they wish.

If you really want to make an issue of this, just try us. You're the aggressor in any conflict of this nature, with your ludicrously stupid ideas on trade routes and military protection grossly uncalled for, unthought of, and unrational and intruding upon or enveloping sovereing territories of Samtonian land. Want to try to shoot down a Samtonian ship flying over Samtonian land, seeing as how all of our land is enveloped in your zone? Go ahead and try. Your allies won't back you in a base act of foolhardy aggression, the International Community clearly will not tolerate this, and Samtonian weapons will most certainly make themselves heard.

Oh, and one more thing. You're merited a Red alert now from us. This means we're actually moving nuclear weapons to point at your major cities and military bases. Have fun.

Go revise that document or we're just not going to follow it. Angry at us?Tough cajones.

Samtonian Council of Thirteen

[OOC- And could you label your OOC remarks? I don't know which is which, and you're replying to OOC comments in posts with IC comments directly afterwards, with nothing denoting which is which. Bad form man, bad form....]

OOC: When I combine OOC and IC in the same post I label what is OOC unless it is blatantly obviously OOC (i.e. some sarcastic remark of no purpose). Otherwise I never label IC and separate OOC from IC with a paragraph. I do, however, label Secret IC.

The Layartebian Government recognizes the defiance of our doctrine and lest it be known that any Samtonian naval vessel enter within 24nm of our coast then they shall be sunk. Any Samtonian military aircraft that act in hostile and aggressive ways will be shot down. Otherwise travel through our yellow zones will be done with a shadow of Layartebian vessels.

If a conflict emerges from this, we shall back whoever is right. Example: If Layarteb sinks a Samtonian vessel for taking the same route it has for year that is NO threat to Layarteb, we will be forced to take military action. If A Samtonian plane destroys Layarteb SAM's, we won't do anything because Layarteb says that it doesn't want other people messing with it's politics.

Basically, the only nation we can back is Samtonia...

Official IDF Objection


Okay here is a breakdown of the Doctrine of Superiority

Doctrine of the High Seas

Surface red zone established at 24nm from coast. No vessels in or out of this zone without prior permission of the Layartebian government.
This is highly illegal. An attack at more than 12 nm without provocation is an act of war and will be treated as an such. It will also be noted as an act of piracy.
Surface yellow zone established at 180nm from coast. Any military vessel inside this zone will be shadowed by a Layartebian warship until it leaves said zone and until such time as said vessel is out of the yellow zone will be considered a threat to national security. Commerical and civilian shipping will be shadowed as well.
You have a right to shadow any vessel in International waters, but if you attack it or take any offensive action you will have to face punishment.
Sub-surface red zone established at 150nm from coast. No vessels in or out of this zone without prior permission of the Layartebian government.
IDF strongly objects to this illegal denial of waterways to legitimate vessels. This extends 138 miles out into international waters where our subs are allowed to and will continue to use when and if they are near your waters.
Sub-surface yellow established at 500nm from coast. Any military vessel inside this zone will be shadowed by a Layartebian warship until it leaves said zone and until such time as said vessel is out of the yellow zone it will be considered a threat to national security. Commerical and civilian submarines will be shadowed as well.

Once again, you have a right to shadow any vessel you want so long as you don't do it within 12 nm of someone's coast or take offensive action without provocation.
Doctrine of the Airways


Aircraft within range of 1,000 miles will be considered a possible threat and intercepted by Layartebian aircraft for escort out of Layartebian airspace.
This severly upsets us. It seems you are defining 1,000 miles out as your airspace. That is unnacceptable and an intercept of an aircraft over someone else's soveriegn territory is highly illegal. It seems that is what you are implying as other people are within 1,000 miles of you. Besides, you can not legally engage them at that point and doing so will be an act of war.

Aircraft within range of ground based missile systems will be considered an immediate threat and shot down if said aircraft does not deviate from a hostile flight plan.

Once again, IDF strongly disagrees with this point and questions the legality of it. Some ground systems have ranges of 100-200 miles. If any aircraft is shot down at this range, we will see it as an act of murder and terrorism.

Doctrine of the Ground


Any hostile ground force that is within striking range will be considered an immediate threat and destroyed.

We strongly disagree with this point as it violates the sovereignty of your neighbors and since any nation can strike you with missiles.

Doctrine of Sovreignty


Whatever happens within the borders of Layarteb is of no concern to the remainder of the world.

This is true, but whatever you do that affects other nations is our concern and we will keep our eye on you.

Doctrine of Commerce


If any nation directly and willingly infringes upon the commerce and industry of the Empire of Layarteb, such acts will constitute acts of war.

Once again, an attack on your economy would be an act of war, but if you consider tariffs to be an attack on your economy, you would be wrong and be bringing your nation to its death.
The Doctrine of Space

Any satellites, shuttles, rockets, space stations, and so on and so fourth being used to spy on the Empire of Layarteb will be considered an immediate threat and removed. The nation of which they belong too will be held responsible.
IDF strongly disagrees with this point as most satelites will eventually cross over your nation and few satelites have the fuel to constantly maneuver around your nation. Shooting down our satelites will e seen as an act of war.

OOC: 12nm is not really set in stone. It has actually gone up and down through time according to the size and range of naval defense cannons. Also we never signed onto any International Law accord so we're not bound by the rules of the rest of the world. 24nm will remain as such.

IDF communication to Roman Confederacy members
We thank you for standing up to Layarteb's illegal actions. We have had our differences in the past, but now is a time to set those differences beside and unite for the freedom of the world. This is an historic opportunity for peace to prevail between us. We must not let it fail.

The IDF government proudly applauds your actions and promises that if Samtonia or any other nation is attacked in Internation waters or airspace, we will help take down the perpetrators.

The Empire of Layarteb notes the single word of official disapproval within the Roman Confederacy, The Lightning Star, and wishes to bring attention to the fact that he is not speaking on behalf of the whole alliance.

No harm will come to any Confederacy vessels or any other vessels that do not come into the red zone. Any vessels that do come within the red zone, regardless of affiliation, will be in direct and immediate violation of Layartebian territorial waters. The yellow zone, as we have stated many times, is a buffer zone.

Fort Waye AFB. Fort Wayne, IN.
A flight of 4 F/A-22A Raptors was on the runway. They were members of the 2nd squadron of the 8th fighter wing attached to Fort Wayne. They had been aware that the Layarteb government had illegally declared it illegal to fly over any place within the range of their missiles. Fort Wayne was about 40-50 miles from the Layarteb border and thus within the range of SAMs. These pilots were going to test Layarteb's doctrine for the bogus illegal act it was.

Major John Calloway was leading the flight dubbed “Trash tester” by the base CO. He was glad to do something other than boring training missions. It was fun to do this job.

“Trash tester, this is tower. Wind is 15 at 175. Runway is clear. You are cleared for takeoff.”

“Roger,” called the pilots as they tripped their brakes and accelerated their F-22s down the runway. They got up to 25,000 feet and then turned east. They would fly to within 10 miles off the Layarteb border. They were unarmed except for a pair of AIM-9X and HARMs should they be necessary.

They weren't allowed in the skies. An RC-135 was up to listen for the incoming RADAR waves to evaluate them to make sure this mission wasn't a complete waste. Either way, all involved saw this as a chance to have some fun while flying over their own airspace.

Sitting deep within a bunker not far from the Layartebian border, the main anti-stealth system (secret existence) was as active as normal. The watch commanders and enlisted men that eyed it were tracking hundres of flights inside Layarteb and thousands outside. Given the recent introduction of the Doctrine of Superiority, it was only logical that someone was going to push the limits.

Things were quiet until, at one screen, somethign appeared. The screen was kept by SGT. Holstein, a 6-year veteran. "Sir," he called to the main watch commander, "I have two aircraft taking off from Fort Wayne in Indiana. Two-ship formation. They are F-22 Raptor aircraft." The watch commander made a note and notified his superior and up the chain of command it went, within ten minutes being information in the ear og the General of the Air Force.

Standard proceedures were already in effect. Layartebian fighters on routine patrols were moved up, these being like aircraft, F-22A Raptors, seven of them flying a patrol sixty-two miles east of the border with IDF. They would maintain their patrol, at 45,000 feet and 600 knots, flying blind, relying on ground intelligence for the positions of the enemy forces.

A status update was given, "Sir, they're at twenty-five thousand feet. We've also got an RC-135 in the air. Logistics."

The General of the Air Force inquired if the aircraft had crossed over the border, they hadn't. "Very well." He said as he informed the Emperor. "Sir, yes. Two F-22s from IDF flying near the border. Obviously testing us. Yes sir. A PAC-4 battery yes. Well within range. They'd never know it till it hit. Indeed. Very well." The General of the Air Force smirked as he passed down the order. "Your orders are as follows. Track and maintain fighters passively so that they are unaware. Maintain SAM battery awareness but do not engage until fighters have crossed over the border. If fighters cross over the border you are cleared to engage."

The situation was simmering. How far would it go...

The 4 F/A-22s were flying at a speed of 700 knots. They were flying in figure eights going from anywhere as close as 5 miles to the Layarteb border and back out to 20 miles. They would do this until their fuel state mandated that they had to return to base. Either way, they were flying over IDF territory and it was unlikely they'd be engaged. Of course, the pilots heard the RWRs chirping to warn them that they were being tracked, but that was to be expected. After all, IDF RADARs did the same thing to their neighbors and were getting possible hits on some planes on the other side of the border. Besides, it was good practice.

On Board the C.S.R. Punisher(in outer-space)

"Uh, sir, we are in big trouble..." said a crewman to the captain of the ship, Mithradates. The Punisher was the most technologically advanced space-ship in the world, although it's lack of fuel meant it couldn't stray too far away from the Space Sation.

"What is it, ensign?" replied the captain.

"Well, there's two things. The first thing is it seems that IDF jets are perilously close to the Layarteb border..."

"What's the other bad thing?"

"We are...uh..over Layartebian space..."

"They wouldn't dare shoot us down, Ensign. Besides, we'll be past them in 20 minutes. It's nothing to worry about."

"O.K. sir..."

OOC: I'm not tracking you with active radar. Yet.

The jets flew in patterns of figure-eights. They were just inviting a response, flying as close as five miles to the border. Inside the bunker they were nervous, sweating with stress. The watch commander was on a direct line to the General of the Air Force, who was in the Emperor's office. The most frequent question was, "Situation?"

The most recent answer was, "Flying towards the border at seven hundred knots about twenty miles out, closing to probably five miles again. What should we do?"

The Emperor smirked. "Let them know we're aware of them. Activate a tracking radar but do not actually lock onto them. Let them know that we're not fooling around."

"Yes sir." The General of the Air Force repeated the order and the watch commander immediately told the sergeant in charge of the closest battery to activate the search radar. It was a PAC-4 site, the most advanced missile known to man. The PAC-4 was an advanced MIM-104H PAC-3 REM-ER. Fueled by a plasma based, top secret fuel, the missile had a phenominal range of 1 to 155 miles, a ceiling of 80 to 200,000 feet, and a top speed of Mach 6.25. It was armed with a hit-to-kill warhead coupled with a 161 lb. fragmentation warhead. Its guidance system was highly advanced: active radar with imaging IR and datalink guidance. The datalink guidance was completely passive. It would be guided by the anti-stealth system straight to the target, a measure developed in response to several UFO incidents, the UFOs being completely invisible on FLIR and radar. With a maximum G capability of +40 and a hit-to-kill ratio of some 99.5% in practice it wasn't a weak missile. It was 2,456 lb. and designed not only for anti-aircraft but also anti-missile use.

The battery immediately went to search, its radar sweeping out to eighty miles. The F-22s were detected but very weak, barely enough to get a solid lock. The battery radar was one that wasn't meant for detecting stealth aircraft but one of the modes allowed for a limited use against stealth aircraft. In testing, F-22s flying at 50 miles were detected and locked up around 12 miles.

Inside the office the General of the Space Division took a call. "Sir, there is an TLS space ship in our orbit."

"Classification?"

"Non-military."

"Very well. Get an ASAT up on patrol."

"Roger that sir." The General of the Air Force picked up the phone and a pair of F-15C Eagles took off, armed with a single ASM-135A ASAT missile on its centerline. They flew at 30,000 feet and 500 knots, fully loaded with fuel. Their attack profile would require them to climb straight up with full afterburners and launch their missiles in the climb. An infrared seeker would guide the ASAT to the target at a velocity of 15,000 mph. Flying over Pennsylvania, they maintained a direct link to their commander, who was on a direct link to the General of the Air Force as well.

OOC: I don't have a space ship up there right now.

IC: "Wow!" yelled the Major as his RWR began to go loudly. "I think we got their attention now. Good work flight. Lets just continue to fly in this formation same maneuvers until fuel states go low. We have about 2 more hours up here.

OOC: Yeah IDF was supposed to be TLS. I edited it.

The PAC-4 battery was on and off its search radar, going active for 5 sweeps, passive for 2 minutes, active for 5 sweeps, passive for 2 minutes. It was a cycle. The men in the main control bunker staring at the anti-stealth screens were staring at possible war.

Inside the Emperor's office, he was growing tired of these games. "General. What aircraft do you have up?"

"We have seven F-22A Rapots flying about 20 miles to the east of the border and a flight of three F-25B Firefox (RCS of 0.0009 SF so ultra-stealth, wouldn't be detected on anything other than an anti-stealth system and only one actual type of system [the one I have]) flying one hundred miles east of the border."

"Altitude and speed?"

"The F-22As are up at angels 40 and 650 knots. The F-25Bs are up at angels 70 and 750 knots."

"Very well. Move in the F-22As and do a picket line north to south for three of them, south to north for the other four. Make it two miles from the border. Keep the F-25Bs where they are. What about the status of relief?"

"It's doable sir. Unless you want to refuel in the air."

"No. Keep relief. I want fresh pilots up there."

The F-22As moved in closer and did a picket line north to south and south to north. They were each armed with 2x AIM-9X Sidewinders and 6x AIM-120D AMRAAM missiles, the latter having an effective range in excess of 45 miles.

The General looked at the Emperor. "Sir what do we do if they put bombers up?"

"Same thing. If they put them into our airspace we shoot them down. If they launch missiles we shoot them down, the aircraft, and retaliate against the airbase they took off from. In that case. Put some bombers up in the air. Make it a pair of B-4A Magnum bombers (also 0.0009 SF RCS)."

The two B-4A Magnum bombers on alert took off from their base deep inside New York. They were each armed with an impressive warload. For air to air they each carried 4x AIM-9X Sidewinder and 4x AIM-120D AMRAAMs. For air to ground they each carried 4x AGM-88D HARM Block VI anti-radiation missiles, 4x AGM-173A Condor II missiles, and 48x GBU-35 1,000 lb. JDAMs.

The B-4As climbed to 65,000 feet and began a 550 knot cruise. Their near 12,000 mile combat radius meant that they could be on station for a few long time. The AGM-173 missiles they carried were new. Fueled by the same plasma fuel as all Layartebian missiles, they had a range of 65 miles and a top speed of Mach 4.1. Their flight profile was simple. They'd fly at Mach 3 and 60,000 feet, then dive on the target, hitting at Mach 4.1. Inside the warhead section of the 1,660 lb. missile was a BLU-113 1,000 lb. hard-target penetrator.

After three hours on station, the F-22s turned back for the base at Fort Wayne, Indiana. With the exception of being lit up, it was a rather uneventful flight, but Major Calloway and his men admitted they had fun as they disembarked their planes and headed for the showers. They had just proven Layarteb did not have the guts to violate international law, even when they had just made a doctrine.

IDF would increase the number of flights in Northern Indiana for the only reason of distracting Layarteb and playing with their obvious paranoia. THis would be a fun game for the IDF pilots.

Once again the Empire of Layarteb asserts that first off, all IDF aircraft were not on a hostile flight plan. All IDF aircraft were not actually in Layartebian airspace nor where they on any hostile flight plan.

Doctrine of the Airways

Aircraft within range of 1,000 miles will be considered a possible threat and intercepted by Layartebian aircraft for escort out of Layartebian airspace.
Aircraft within range of ground based missile systems will be considered an immediate threat and shot down if said aircraft does not deviate from a hostile flight plan.


The border games would continue. Layartebian systems would detect IDF aircraft and IDF aircraft would not venture over the border. The Emperor wondered if the IDF was actually brave enough to cross the border and actually enter Layartebian airspace without any cut-and-run maneuver.

24,2 nm off Long Island

The cargo vessel Howards Profit were in big trouble. Engine trouble, that is. Her engine had stopped working three hours ago, and by now, she had drifted dangerously close to the Layartebian coastline.

The Howards Profit was a old cargoship. She had been constructed in the early 70's, but she hadn't been too much inside a shipyard in her 40 year-life. Her crew of 57 struggled to get the engines working before the upcoming storm pushed her closer to Layarteb, and to the dangerous shoals off Long Island.

Even worse, the engine provided power to the radio, and with the engine not working, the radio didn't work either. Thus, they couldn't call for help.

Hopefully, someone would spot them before they crashed into Layarteb.

Official Response to the Doctrine of Space

We at the offices of the High Sultan would like to make sure you are aware that our three STS's are for research and tranportation of materials required for such research. Our satellites are used for communication purposes and study (measuring solar ouput, scanning for incoming space debris, etc.) not military purposes. Destruction or damage of our space facilities, equipment, or personnel, invluding those on vessels of a third party, will be considered an act of war.

A single Twin Towers Flight II coastal patrol aircraft was moving at fifteen knots off the coast of Long Island, her radar picking up a contact moving at three knots towards the Long Island coastline, only some eight nautical miles out, well within range of territorial waters. She was roughly thirteen nautical miles from the craft and a SH-60F Sea Hawk, armed with a pair of MK-50 ALWT torpedoes, had been dispatched. The boat was carrying two such helicopters and in its VLS tubes: 45 RIM-184B Standard SM-4MR, 40 RIM-185B Standard SM-4ER, 24 RIM-161A Standard SM-3 LEAP, and 10 RUM-139C ASROC missiles. Other armament included a Mk 45 5"/54-caliber gun on forward mount with 500 rounds, 4 Mk 15 Mod 2 Phalanx CIWS with 15,500 rounds per weapon, 2 Mk 141 Harpoon Launchers with 8 RGM-84 Harpoon missiles, 2 forward & 2 aft facing torpedo tubes with 24 ADCAP torpedos, and 4 RIM-116 mounts with 84 missiles. She was well armed and well ready.

Repeated hailing attempts were a failure and the SH-60F Sea Hawk was sent on a reconnaissance mission. If the ship was hostile, it would sink the ship, otherwise it would attempt to contact the ship.

By the time the SH-60F came into visual range of the ship they saw that it was a cargoship, adrift given the lack of any wake from the rear of the ship. There were two possible options, it had been hijacked or it was in trouble. Once again the helicopter tried to hail the ship, to no avail. The threat of surface-to-air man portable systems was present and despite it, the brave pilot dropped the helicopter to a mere 200 feet off the deck of the ship, showing the torpedoes, announcing their intentions if necessary. Now came the use of morse code, with a signal light.

The message read, "Alert. You are in Layartebian territorial waters. State your intentions. Over."

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To the Elephantium Government

Your shuttles have already been classified and are deemed non-military. Should they suddenly be used for espionage or military purposes they will be engaged. Otherwise, happy huntings.

OOC: So you aren't doing anything to me ship?

Oh, and my ship DOES have protective weapons, but I have no S.E.M.(Space-to-earth) weapondry. So it's harmless to ye.

OOC: So you aren't doing anything to me ship?

Oh, and my ship DOES have protective weapons, but I have no S.E.M.(Space-to-earth) weapondry. So it's harmless to ye.

It passed out of range too quickly but I am keeping my fighters up for the time being.

I as a proud member of the UN. Belive that if Layarteb and it's allied country Colodia do not cease this foolishness. That other global nations should step in and remover thier control of Panama Canal and place it under either Nutral control or the UN's control. And further more they should reduce thier border's some what, so that trade and commerce can continue.

A single Twin Towers Flight II coastal patrol aircraft was moving at fifteen knots off the coast of Long Island, her radar picking up a contact moving at three knots towards the Long Island coastline, only some eight nautical miles out, well within range of territorial waters. She was roughly thirteen nautical miles from the craft and a SH-60F Sea Hawk, armed with a pair of MK-50 ALWT torpedoes, had been dispatched. The boat was carrying two such helicopters and in its VLS tubes: 45 RIM-184B Standard SM-4MR, 40 RIM-185B Standard SM-4ER, 24 RIM-161A Standard SM-3 LEAP, and 10 RUM-139C ASROC missiles. Other armament included a Mk 45 5"/54-caliber gun on forward mount with 500 rounds, 4 Mk 15 Mod 2 Phalanx CIWS with 15,500 rounds per weapon, 2 Mk 141 Harpoon Launchers with 8 RGM-84 Harpoon missiles, 2 forward & 2 aft facing torpedo tubes with 24 ADCAP torpedos, and 4 RIM-116 mounts with 84 missiles. She was well armed and well ready.

Repeated hailing attempts were a failure and the SH-60F Sea Hawk was sent on a reconnaissance mission. If the ship was hostile, it would sink the ship, otherwise it would attempt to contact the ship.

By the time the SH-60F came into visual range of the ship they saw that it was a cargoship, adrift given the lack of any wake from the rear of the ship. There were two possible options, it had been hijacked or it was in trouble. Once again the helicopter tried to hail the ship, to no avail. The threat of surface-to-air man portable systems was present and despite it, the brave pilot dropped the helicopter to a mere 200 feet off the deck of the ship, showing the torpedoes, announcing their intentions if necessary. Now came the use of morse code, with a signal light.

The message read, "Alert. You are in Layartebian territorial waters. State your intentions. Over."

The master of the Howards Profit saw the helicopter approach, but struggled to decipher the morse code. Getting someone among the crew that knew the system, he finally got the message.

"Alert. You are in Layartebian territorial waters. State your intentions. Over."

The skipper thought fast. They had used a closer route just to save time and money for the company, just 70 nautical miles from Layarteb. But they couldn't get anywhere. He told the crewman to signal back with a signallight:

"We are the Cottish merchant vessel 'Howards Profit' en route to Baffin Island. Engine is dead. Lost all power. Need to enter port for repairs. Over."

The United Empire of Colerica will not take a formal stance on this issue unless the Colerican Colonies are threatened or provoked.

Regards,

Kircer Danton
Magistrate of Foreign Affairs

I as a proud member of the UN. Belive that if Layarteb and it's allied country Colodia do not cease this foolishness. That other global nations should step in and remover thier control of Panama Canal and place it under either Nutral control or the UN's control. And further more they should reduce thier border's some what, so that trade and commerce can continue.

OOC: FYI this is Earth II. I can't remember to have seen you in E2..

On board the Punisher

"Sir! We have spotted Layartebian jets trying to tail us. It seems as if they are ready to blast us out of the sky."

"Alright. Lt. Thomsky, send a report to Carthage stating our situation. Defence personnel, if they try to fire on us fire back. Don't jump the gun, though. That could be devastating for relations."

I as a proud member of the UN. Belive that if Layarteb and it's allied country Colodia do not cease this foolishness. That other global nations should step in and remover thier control of Panama Canal and place it under either Nutral control or the UN's control. And further more they should reduce thier border's some what, so that trade and commerce can continue.

First off, Earth II. Second off, I never signed any international law. Third off, "Yawn"

The United Empire of Colerica will not take a formal stance on this issue unless the Colerican Colonies are threatened or provoked.

Regards,

Kircer Danton
Magistrate of Foreign Affairs

Your stance is very admirable and rest assured no harm will come to thee.

The helicopter hovered above the boat. "Captain, they're sending back a message. 'We are the Cottish merchant vessel 'Howards Profit' en route to Baffin Island. Engine is dead. Lost all power. Need to enter port for repairs. Over.' Sir they repeat over and over again. Request orders?"

The Captain of the ship smirked and immediately sent a communique to the Admiral, who in turn, contacted the Admiral of the Coast Guard. The orders were relayed back to the Twin Towers frigate and the helicopter.

"Howards Profit. You will be taken in tow to Hampton Port. Repairs may be made. Request envoy drop onto your deck for communication purposes."

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The 2 F-15C Eagles flew their mission and were relieved by another two when their fuel supply was low. They had no intentions of firing but they were sending a message and that message was simple, "Do not provoke us!"

The helicopter hovered above the boat. "Captain, they're sending back a message. 'We are the Cottish merchant vessel 'Howards Profit' en route to Baffin Island. Engine is dead. Lost all power. Need to enter port for repairs. Over.' Sir they repeat over and over again. Request orders?"

The Captain of the ship smirked and immediately sent a communique to the Admiral, who in turn, contacted the Admiral of the Coast Guard. The orders were relayed back to the Twin Towers frigate and the helicopter.

"Howards Profit. You will be taken in tow to Hampton Port. Repairs may be made. Request envoy drop onto your deck for communication purposes."

"Skipper, they are going to tow us into Hampton Port for repairs. They want to drop someone down here so they can communicate with us, but they need permission from us. What shall I say?"

The Skipper didn't have to think about it, and told the crewman to allow them to drop someone down on the ship.

"Understand. We will be ready. Permission granted. We will be waiting."

The SH-60F recieved the message and the second SH-60F from the deck of the frigate, which was now coming into visual range, was dispatched with a liason onboard, equipped with a satellite phone and a cellular phone, enough to communicate to the frigate. He would be going along with two men also, both of who were mechanics, all of whom were armed with pistols, M33A1 pistols, .40 S&W. They would attempt to help however they could.

A tug from the port was being brought in and it slowly moved at 10 knots as it came towards the ship, which was drifting now at 4 knots. At the docks, a full military team would guard the ship just incase this was a possible attack.

Lightning Starian Council

"Councilmen of Carthage, I bring disturbing news!" began Councilman Mago as he adressed the oldest and most sacred order of Carthginian Politics, the Council. It's 40 members were the most dignified people in the Nation, and they would surely find an answer to anything.

"The Punisher reports that it is being tailed by Layartebian jets, just for flying over Layarteb. Is space not international territory? It seems that the Layartebians want to claim space as their own! I say we break ties with Layarteb at once!" he proclaimed to the council. A cheer went through the council.

On the opposite side, Councilman Hanno stood and adressed the young Councilman. "Why should we break ties over such a small thing? They have done nothing to us, all they wish to do is prevent anyone from spying on their territory. Wouldn't we do the same?"

More cheers.

"We deffinetly would not" exclaimed Mago. "We are honorable people, and we agree that space is fair game. Besides, have you seen the other Doctrines imposed by Layarteb? According to them, no one is allowed to do ANYTHING in Central America, the Carribean, the east Pacific, AND northern South America. Now while defending your rights is one thing, this has gone too far!"

A giant cheer came from the council. More than 30 of the men stood up in a standing ovation. Hano and his group sat there quietly, thinking of what the consequences of this vote would be.

"Members of the council," stated the Prime Minister, " we shall vote on this tommorrow. Good day."

In the shadow of the Baalian, the Council's meeting place, Hano sent an encrypted message to the Emperor of Layarteb stating all that had happend.

The Emperor recieved Hano's telegram and sighed. "It is with great sadness that the nature of our doctrine has gone without comprehension. We never declared that the Caribbean was off-limits, we merely stated that 24nm was off-limits and up to 180nm, we will keep close attention. Thank you for your understanding and convey that the EOL means no ill-will to TLS."

IDF Admiralty, Tel Aviv, Israel
Admiral Joseph Jacobson was not present as he was , but he was still giving the orders from his flag ship in the Red Sea. He nearly had a coronary when he heard fo the new Layarteb policy.

"What do we have," he asked over the secure comms link.

"We have many ships in the Atlantic," said Rear Admiral John Kilroy. "But, the 2 Sabres of DESRON 5 are the best available. They have full bunkers as they just filled up and they are fast."

"I want them sent to 23.9 nm from the Layarteb coast," said Jacobson. Those are international waters and I'll be damned if we can't steam there."

"I will send a dispatach and order them in Sir," said Kilroy. "They are 1,200 miles out and will be at 200 nm out in 100 hours. At that point they will go at 55 knots to 23.9 nm and will stay there for an hour before going back out to sea for refueling."

"That's a good start," said Jacobson. "But, also have all offensive weapon systems offline. I want you to make sure all defensive systems are online at all times. If the Layarteb bastards attack us in Internation waters, they will regret it for the rest of their lives."

1,200 miles off of the Layarteb coast, 2 hours later.

Captain William Bloom was standing on the port bridge wing of his FDI built Sabre class DDG, the ISS Repulse. 2,000 yards off of his starboard quarter was Captain Tim Young's Sabre class ISS Stetson. Both ships were of the fastest DDG class ever built, capable of a maximum sustained speed of 55 knots. They were the only foreign built ships in the IDF Navy, and they were damn good ships.

Bloom was ready. He ordered the helm over to port and for the ship to go at 20 knots for the Layarteb coast. The Stetson followed his move and turned with him. He had a good 4 days before he would be in the yellow zone and accelerating to 55 knots. He was glad to test the Layarteb bastard's illegal action.

The Emperor recieved Hano's telegram and sighed. "It is with great sadness that the nature of our doctrine has gone without comprehension. We never declared that the Caribbean was off-limits, we merely stated that 24nm was off-limits and up to 180nm, we will keep close attention. Thank you for your understanding and convey that the EOL means no ill-will to TLS."

Hano picked up his stylus and began to write on his PineOS Handheld Computer:

"The level-headed ones know that, but the warmongers have control of the Council. Mind you, it will still have to get past Congress, the Representatives, and the Provincial Parliament, but the Council holds alot of sway there. Let's just hope this doesn't deteriorate into war..."

Satellite scans of the Atlantic confirmed it. Two IDF ships were heading west. They were moving at 20 knots. They would be at the coast in a few days. A press release had to be made.

"To members of the International Community. It is our belief that the IDF military and government is merely toying with us, pushing our limits. Yesterday, four fighters flew as close as 5 miles from our border to provoke us into attacking them. IDF ships in the Atlantic, currently 1,200 miles away are closing on our coast and will arrive within days. Lest it be known that if such vessel enter twenty-four nautical miles of our coast they will be within our waters. We will not hesitate to act as we are being directly provoked into war. It is not the policy of our nation to sink any vessels or shoot down any aircraft but we will defend our borders! At one time the line was 6 nautical miles, at one time 12. For us it is now 24. DO NOT TEST US. You will only sow your own fate."

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OOC: Yeah IDF was supposed to be TLS. I edited it.
"We have seven F-22A Rapots flying about 20 miles to the east of the border and a flight of three F-25B Firefox (RCS of 0.0009 SF so ultra-stealth, wouldn't be detected on anything other than an anti-stealth system and only one actual type of system [the one I have]) flying one hundred miles east of the border."


Pacific Northwesteria respectfully requests that Layarteb not yell "godmod" at a Doujin.

Pacific Northwesteria respectfully requests that Layarteb not yell "godmod" at a Doujin.

The Empire of Layarteb respectfully requests Pacific Northwesteria to look up the RCS signature of the Bird of Prey (8 millionths of a SF).

http://www.aerospaceweb.org/question/electronics/q0168.shtml

If you scroll to the very bottom this is a chart. As you can see the AGM-129 ACM is the smallest at 0.01 SF (1/100th). Mine is 0.0009 (9/10,000th). The Bird of Prey is 0.000008 (8/1,000,000th).

The Bird of Prey is not a far off project, in fact a very near project. The UCAV X-45 is actually going to have an RCS around that nature. With concern to the F-22, these numbers are wrong, they should be lower as it is the stealthiest aircraft in the USAF inventory. I imagine they are in the 1/1000th range. Therefore I'm one more rung down the ladder.

Prince Edward Island Naval Base

"Sir, EOL reports tracking of IDF ships, 1200 miles off-shore, approaching yellow zone, possible hostile intent, though probalby probing the new doctrine."
"Right, stand by to wire message to the EOL"

Message:

Recieved message, have begun tracking IDF ships, current course will take
them to within 100nm of RED ZONE at least. Celtayoshi will provide
Naval intercept at 250nm from RED ZONE if wanted, using Serena
Carrier Group. It might be prudent to show IDF that Celtayoshi
will back Layarteb in this area.
Request Reply.


"And move CNV-Serena to here, pointing to a section of waters just inside the EOL yellow zone, south of Prince Edward Island."
"Yes Sir"

The Serena Carrier group recieved its new orders just 30minutes later and began a sharp southerly turning. They were still not sure if they would be used...

The Emperor of Layarteb was overjoyed upon hearing the response of the Celtayoshi government. He had a special request for them, "Indeed they most likely are going to probe our 24nm limit on the red zone. Perhaps it be prudent to intercept them at the distance of 250nm and follow them to the red zone. Once they get into the red zone they will be completely dealt with by the Layartebian Coast Guard."

As the Emperor spoke his words, a single Twin Towers Flight II Class coastal patrol boat made its way to the point where the IDF ships would cross into the red zone. A P-7A Orion II would be ready for take off as well and the SOSUS Net (classified top secret IC) was not reporting any submerged contacts, that weren't Layartebian. A pair of Spectre Class coastal patrol corvettes moved to intercept as well. Lastly, the fourth and final ship that would be at this point was a Shield Class coastal patrol submarine, a diesel-electric, highly advanced submarine.


Shield-class Coastal Patrol Submarine

Length: 300 ft.
Beam (Width): 23 ft.
Draft (Depth under water): 20 ft.
Displacement: 2,000 tons surfaced (full), 2,355 tons submerged (full)
Max Speed: 15 knots surfaced, 22 knots submerged
Crush Depth: 1,500 ft.
Power Plant: 1 3.20 MW diesel engine; air independent propulsion with fuel cells; diesel-electric
Endurance: 7000nm @ 10 knots [surfaced]; 400nm @ 10 knots [submerged]; 3 weeks w/o snorkeling
Armament: 4 torpedo tubes (forward facing), Total of 24 weapons can be held, either ADCAP, Harpoon, or SLMM, usually a mix of Harpoons and ADCAPs at a mix of 1:3
Crew: 5 officers, 25 enlisted
Combat Systems: Same as U-214
Unit Cost: $1.8B [home]; $2.1B [export]
Current Hull Plans: 24
Current Number in Service: 24



Spectre-class Corvette

Role: Coastal Patrol Corvette
Length: 380 ft.
Beam (Width): 40 ft.
Draft (Depth under water): 13 ft.
Displacement: 2,858 tons (full)
Max Speed: 40 knots
Aircraft: Can carry a single AH-6 Littlebird
Power Plant: 2 x 2285 HP diesel engines
Endurance: 2,000nm @ 12 knots
Armament: 1 Mk 75 3" Gun with 120 rounds stowed; 8 RGM-84 Harpoons facing forward; 1 Mk 15 Mod 2 Phalanx CIWS with 15,500 rounds facing aft; Stinger missiles for air defense
Crew: 4 officers, 40 enlisted
Combat Systems: Radar, GPS, LORAN, chart plotter, fathometer, flux gate compass
Unit Cost: $250M
Current Number in Service: 80



Twin Towers-class Flight II Coastal Patrol Boats

Length: 550 ft.
Beam (Width): 60 ft.
Draft (Depth under water): 35 ft.
Displacement: 15,000 tons (full)
Max Speed: 40 knots
Power Plant: Two SNR-1 nuclear reactors (150,000 Shaft horsepower combined), 2 Controllable-Reversible Pitch Propellers, 2 Rudders
Endurance: 15 years without refueling
Aircraft: 2 HH-60 or SH-60 helicopters
Armament: 2 Mk 41 V-Cell systems with 128 cells ( 45 RIM-184B Standard SM-4MR Block II; 40 RIM-185B Standard SM-4ER Block II; 25 RIM-161A Standard SM-3 LEAP; 10 RUM-139C ASROC), 1 Mk 45 5"/54-caliber gun on forward mount with 500 rounds, 4 Mk 15 Mod 2 Phalanx CIWS with 15,500 rounds per weapon, 2 Mk 141 Harpoon Launchers with 8 RGM-84 Harpoon missiles, 2 forward & 2 aft facing torpedo tubes with 24 ADCAP torpedos, 4 RIM-116 mounts with 84 missiles
Crew: 20 officers, 300 enlisted
Combat Systems: AEGIS weapon system
Unit Cost: $1.25B
Current Hull Plans: 24
Current Number in Service: 24

The SH-60F recieved the message and the second SH-60F from the deck of the frigate, which was now coming into visual range, was dispatched with a liason onboard, equipped with a satellite phone and a cellular phone, enough to communicate to the frigate. He would be going along with two men also, both of who were mechanics, all of whom were armed with pistols, M33A1 pistols, .40 S&W. They would attempt to help however they could.

A tug from the port was being brought in and it slowly moved at 10 knots as it came towards the ship, which was drifting now at 4 knots. At the docks, a full military team would guard the ship just incase this was a possible attack.

ooc: I assume that the men have boarded the ship.

ic: The skipper walked over to the three Layartebian sailors when they had dropped down on the deck of the Howards Profit with two of his crew. Noticing that the Layartebians carried weapons, he immediately stopped.

"You can't have weapons here. Please put them away. I don't want weapons on my ship!"

The skipper waited for the Layartebians to respond.

The chief in charge kept a straight face. "The weapons are merely a formality. We have no intentions of taking your ship and as you can see they are merely pistols. We are not entirely sure that your engine trouble is geniune, faked, or the result of sabotage. We are here to assess it and see if we can do anything to restore your power. I will be supervising such and these two men are assistants of mine. We show you the weapons rather than hide them as a measure to show that we have nothing to hide."

The chief in charge kept a straight face. "The weapons are merely a formality. We have no intentions of taking your ship and as you can see they are merely pistols. We are not entirely sure that your engine trouble is geniune, faked, or the result of sabotage. We are here to assess it and see if we can do anything to restore your power. I will be supervising such and these two men are assistants of mine. We show you the weapons rather than hide them as a measure to show that we have nothing to hide."

"It doesn't matter. I don't want weapons on my ship!" The skipper started to get a fit, something the crewmen noticed. They quickly grabbed the skipper and one of them brought him below. The other one, the first mate, tried to explain in poor Layartebian.

"We peaceful ship. You will watch engine? Come." He gestured for them to follow him down a ladder into the bowells (sp?) of the ship.

ooc: The engine of the Howards Profit is so rusted that it's broken. It's going to need to be overhauled in a shipyard.

"It doesn't matter. I don't want weapons on my ship!" The skipper started to get a fit, something the crewmen noticed. They quickly grabbed the skipper and one of them brought him below. The other one, the first mate, tried to explain in poor Layartebian.

"We peaceful ship. You will watch engine? Come." He gestured for them to follow him down a ladder into the bowells (sp?) of the ship.

ooc: The engine of the Howards Profit is so rusted that it's broken. It's going to need to be overhauled in a shipyard.

"Very well." They followed down the ladder of the ship. What century is this piece of rust from? They wondered as they descended into the bottom of the ship. The rust and rot was so severe it was a shame this thing even floated. They began to wonder if repairs were even managable.

The four men entered a big, noisy, dirty, rusten room filled with sweaty men, coal and a big, rusty piece of machinery. The engine room.

"You see engine yes? You fix yes?" the first mate yabbered to the Layartebians. He then turned to the rest of the crew inside the room and spoke in Cottish.

When he finished, the men cheered and smiled to the Layartebians, offering them cigarettes and Cottish vodka (66% alcohol) while patting them on the backs.

"To members of the International Community. It is our belief that the IDF military and government is merely toying with us, pushing our limits. Yesterday, four fighters flew as close as 5 miles from our border to provoke us into attacking them. IDF ships in the Atlantic, currently 1,200 miles away are closing on our coast and will arrive within days. Lest it be known that if such vessel enter twenty-four nautical miles of our coast they will be within our waters. We will not hesitate to act as we are being directly provoked into war. It is not the policy of our nation to sink any vessels or shoot down any aircraft but we will defend our borders! At one time the line was 6 nautical miles, at one time 12. For us it is now 24. DO NOT TEST US. You will only sow your own fate."
And you said any aircraft within 1,000 miles would be shot down and any armed forces capable of threatening you would be destryoed. Big whoop jackasses. Still haven't done any of it. Didn't you promise to shoot down anything overhead in space? Oh wait, couldn't do that either.

Really, you fascist aggressors are all the same. All bluster, no action. I'd suggest someplace for you to shove your doctrine, but it appears the actions of a few other nations have already shown the world what idiots you people are.

I fear for the future of the world if we're entrusting you with nuclear weapons.

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Field Marshal James Dalton, Defense Minister

And you said any aircraft within 1,000 miles would be shot down and any armed forces capable of threatening you would be destryoed. Big whoop jackasses. Still haven't done any of it. Didn't you promise to shoot down anything overhead in space? Oh wait, couldn't do that either.

Really, you fascist aggressors are all the same. All bluster, no action. I'd suggest someplace for you to shove your doctrine, but it appears the actions of a few other nations have already shown the world what idiots you people are.

I fear for the future of the world if we're entrusting you with nuclear weapons.

http://img89.exs.cx/img89/9056/JamesDaltonDeputyDefenseMinister.jpg
Field Marshal James Dalton, Defense Minister

ooc: Cuba... *hint hint*

And you said any aircraft within 1,000 miles would be shot down and any armed forces capable of threatening you would be destryoed. Big whoop jackasses. Still haven't done any of it. Didn't you promise to shoot down anything overhead in space? Oh wait, couldn't do that either.

Really, you fascist aggressors are all the same. All bluster, no action. I'd suggest someplace for you to shove your doctrine, but it appears the actions of a few other nations have already shown the world what idiots you people are.

I fear for the future of the world if we're entrusting you with nuclear weapons.

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Field Marshal James Dalton, Defense Minister

You read only what you wanted to read. I said that aircraft within 1,000 miles that were categorized as hostile and on a path to my country would be intercepted and either shadowed or asked to avert course. The ultimate zones are the red zones and any aircraft that was hostile. I hardly consider 4 F-22s as hostile enough to shoot down especially when they are toying with me. As far as space goes I said I would destroy any military things being used for espionage purposes.

Also I'm not fascist.

The four men entered a big, noisy, dirty, rusten room filled with sweaty men, coal and a big, rusty piece of machinery. The engine room.

"You see engine yes? You fix yes?" the first mate yabbered to the Layartebians. He then turned to the rest of the crew inside the room and spoke in Cottish.

When he finished, the men cheered and smiled to the Layartebians, offering them cigarettes and Cottish vodka (66% alcohol) while patting them on the backs.

The men smiled at the signs of the cigarettes. "Now those will help but as far as alcohol we're not really allowed to drink on duty. We're going to have to check out these engines though. They're older than dirt."

The men smiled at the signs of the cigarettes. "Now those will help but as far as alcohol we're not really allowed to drink on duty. We're going to have to check out these engines though. They're older than dirt."

The first mate first looked strangely on the Layartebians about not drinking on duty, but immediately laughed when he heard the comment about the engines.

"No no. No old then dirt. Forty year since new yes? We no tell about vodka. Please. Yes?"

"Maybe a little bit of vodka wouldn't hurt. Do you have the blueprints on board for the engines?"

"Eh.. blueprince? What blueprince is?" the first mate scratched his head trying to understand what the Layartebian meant. Meanwhile, a bottle of vodka was handed to the Layartebian mechanics.

If only the world spoke one language. "Eh don't worry. So what happened? They just stopped?"

"We hear big sound. CRASH! BOOM! Things fall off. Engine dead. We no know how to fix. You fix yes?"

Clearly, the first mate wasn't the greatest mechanic aboard, but he showed the Layartebians the pieces of machinery that fell off the engine. It was a few screws, some pieces of metal and a few pistons, all of which was rusted all the way thru. A result of 40 years of neglect.

OOC: Do you want me to find evidence of sabotage?

The chief mechanic looked over at the piece lying on the floor. "This place is a disaster," he said to his chief assistant. His chief assistant smirked nad nodded back. "Alright, what are we going to do about this one?"

"Sir, we have really take a look at this, maybe get some blueprints of some sort."

"Alright." He looked over at the first mate. "Alright we need instructions, blue prints, schematics, something that will tell us how the engine was built. Do you understand that?" It'll be a snowball's chance in hell if he does.

OOC: Do you want me to find evidence of sabotage?

The chief mechanic looked over at the piece lying on the floor. "This place is a disaster," he said to his chief assistant. His chief assistant smirked nad nodded back. "Alright, what are we going to do about this one?"

"Sir, we have really take a look at this, maybe get some blueprints of some sort."

"Alright." He looked over at the first mate. "Alright we need instructions, blue prints, schematics, something that will tell us how the engine was built. Do you understand that?" It'll be a snowball's chance in hell if he does.

ooc: I think that the rusty engine is enough for now. So no. Just your ordinary engine breakdown.

ic: The first mate looked confused. Then someone among the crew approached him and wispered something in his ear. His eyes told the Layartebians that he suddenly realized what they wanted. He looked at them. And then nodded. Barking out orders in Cottish, men scurried around, looking in every drawer, locker and cabinet. After a few minutes, one of the coal-shufflers came back with a piece of paper. The writing was in Cottish.

Translated from Cottish...

Company rules - effective from 16.04.1971

Any information regarding schematics for Cargo class merchantmen currently in use in
Howard Shipping Inc. must be forwarded to Rubicon Shipyards, Palermo, Sicily
no less then four weeks before you need them. This include engine schematics, ship schematics, the works.
This information is not to be kept aboard ships!

"Sorry. Paper say no drawing on ship. Forbidden. Sorry. Vodka?" the first mate explaned, offering the Layartebians more vodka and cigarettes.

"Aright scratch that. Yeah give me some vodka, please." The chief looked over at his two assistants and nodded. "Alright we need to get to work on this and see if we can't jig-rig this onto there. We'll need as much spare parts as possible." The chief looked to the first mate. "We need repair items. Scrap metal? Sticks of metal? Anything useful." Then he turned back to his men, "Get the gear from the deck and get started. We've got seven hours until the tug gets here." We need to get some Cottish speaking people on our damn ships!

OOC: My men won't actually be able to fully repair the engine, they'll get about 1/2 through and be unable to finish the repairs. Sound good?

"Aright scratch that. Yeah give me some vodka, please." The chief looked over at his two assistants and nodded. "Alright we need to get to work on this and see if we can't jig-rig this onto there. We'll need as much spare parts as possible." The chief looked to the first mate. "We need repair items. Scrap metal? Sticks of metal? Anything useful." Then he turned back to his men, "Get the gear from the deck and get started. We've got seven hours until the tug gets here." We need to get some Cottish speaking people on our damn ships!

OOC: My men won't actually be able to fully repair the engine, they'll get about 1/2 through and be unable to finish the repairs. Sound good?

OOC: Sounds good to me.

IC: The first mate listened to the translation from the crewman, who apparenly knew how to translate Layartebian, but not speak it (ooc: like most of my German class in school, they can translate, but not speak).

"Yes, yes. We bring." he sent the men on yet another quest, this time for metal.

One came with the cook's caserolles, followed by a hysterical cook with a meat cleaver at the ready. A lot of shouting in Cottish followed. The first mate just pulled out another bottle of vodka and emptied it in twenty seconds.

After ten minutes, several of the crewmen came back with lots and lots of metal. Strangely, some of it looked like the sides of the ship...

OOC: We speak English as our main language.

The chief looked at the metal. "Mark this stuff is about to fall apart. In all honesty, where the hell did they get this junk?" Mark was one of the other mechanics, the other being Alex, both their last names. The chief looked around and watched as Alex brought down the equippment. "Alright, let's get started. We'll have to figure this one out and put this damn thing back together. Don't fall against that hull, I fear it'll break."

OOC: We use a sort of Gaelic-English. Totally impossible to understand for anyone not having learned it.

OOC: Hell to quote Robin Williams, "Go drinking with a Scottsman. Cuz you can't understand him sober!"

OOC: Hell to quote Robin Williams, "Go drinking with a Scottsman. Cuz you can't understand him sober!"

ooc: It gets kind of understandable then, yes. I know out of own personal experience (were in Scotland with the English class last year. In a whiskey plant. Good stuff...) It's just the hang-over that kills you..

The tug came in slowly. It was a six hour trip from the coast to where the cargo ship was, the sea state growing weary as the Nor'Easter approached. It would make landfall any day now. The men aboard the ship working on the engine were tired and sweating, having worked for five straight hours thus far. They had little success. Unfortunately, during the repair operation they had accidentally damaged a part of the engine, shattering two of the pistols. "This thing is a wreck. We can't fix it. This whole ship is a friggin' wreck sir!" Alex said. The chief wiped off more sweat, his face covered in grease.

"Okay what the hell are we going to do?"

"Contact the ship. Tell them we can't fix this damn thing. Get these damn guys to clear the baffles too, I don't want any of the sludge they carry in my port."

"Yes sir."

The Empire of Layarteb respectfully requests Pacific Northwesteria to look up the RCS signature of the Bird of Prey (8 millionths of a SF).

http://www.aerospaceweb.org/question/electronics/q0168.shtml

If you scroll to the very bottom this is a chart. As you can see the AGM-129 ACM is the smallest at 0.01 SF (1/100th). Mine is 0.0009 (9/10,000th). The Bird of Prey is 0.000008 (8/1,000,000th).

The Bird of Prey is not a far off project, in fact a very near project. The UCAV X-45 is actually going to have an RCS around that nature. With concern to the F-22, these numbers are wrong, they should be lower as it is the stealthiest aircraft in the USAF inventory. I imagine they are in the 1/1000th range. Therefore I'm one more rung down the ladder.
ooc:
I'm not saying your planes can't be stealthy. That's all this is showing. I'm no aircraft designer, so I can't tell if what you're claiming is utter BS or not, but what I do know is that nothing's invisible. Thus I have two problems with your assertion.
1. Nobody can see your planes, no matter how powerful their radar is, and no matter how close the plane is. Reading your claim, it looks like you could land on an enemy aircraft carrier before they knew you were there. Not realistic at all.
2. You can see your own planes. If they have a cross-section that small, you can't see them. Anti-stealth system? I'm assuming that serves to up the apparent RCS, but only for your people? Apparently they exist. However, it would be impossible to know that nobody else has different but equally competent air search radar. It's not like a code that has to be broken... you can't have stealth work for some people and not for others.

ooc:
I'm not saying your planes can't be stealthy. That's all this is showing. I'm no aircraft designer, so I can't tell if what you're claiming is utter BS or not, but what I do know is that nothing's invisible. Thus I have two problems with your assertion.
1. Nobody can see your planes, no matter how powerful their radar is, and no matter how close the plane is. Reading your claim, it looks like you could land on an enemy aircraft carrier before they knew you were there. Not realistic at all.
2. You can see your own planes. If they have a cross-section that small, you can't see them. Anti-stealth system? I'm assuming that serves to up the apparent RCS, but only for your people? Apparently they exist. However, it would be impossible to know that nobody else has different but equally competent air search radar. It's not like a code that has to be broken... you can't have stealth work for some people and not for others.

Ah okay I see what you're getting at so let me clarify it. Current, modern radars, at their best, can't really track the B-2 or F-117 for very long. The B-2 would actually be (if detected at all) going in and out of one's radar screen, not enough to actually get a track or a lock. The F-22 is even stealthier so imagine that sucker.

As far as landing on a carrier, no way in hell. I'd have to drop gear, lower flaps, extend brakes (all MAJOR RCS increasers). Once the gear is down, no matter how stealthy it is, it's going to be seen, same goes for flaps and brakes (to a lesser degree but yes).

I cannot see these planes on radar when they are flying. My radars can't. My anti-stealth system is actually non-radar based. It uses a completely different detection method that would be possible provided the $ was there. I've dumped some $16 trillion into it over the past what 10 RL months maybe? Maybe more, I'm not sure to be honest when I thought of the idea.

The basis of them also is that they fly significantly higher than other aircraft (60,000 feet and above for operating altitude) which makes them even harder to detect on radar. Remember, the further the radar wave has to travel the weaker it gets. Up around 60,000 feet that's quite far. The B-2s operate in the 30k range, the F-117 at least 25k and up, I'm not quite sure. The F-22 is actually rumored to operate well over 40k. It's max ceiling listed is 65,000 but I wouldn't doubt it if that sucker could get up to 70,000ish. Hell the F-15 can get up to 99,500 or something like that. If you could get a F-16 up to 60,000 feet it would be stealthy as well. Remember the U-2 and SR-71 are actually stealthy aircraft because of the altitude they fly at and the way they are made, the SR-71 more than the U-2. Flying over 85,000 feet, those radar waves have a far range to travel and the way the aircraft is built makes them stealthy. The SR-71, as big and beastly as it is, is probably smaller RCS than the F-16 and the SR-71 was built in the late 50s, early 60s.

The skipper had been attempted drugged in order to keep the peace aboard the Howards Profit, but the attempt had failed. Now, he had gotten himself a fire-axe and looked for the Layartebians. Wandering out on deck, he saw one of them standing with seven of the crew, waiting for the ocean-tug that suddenly (for the skipper) were there to connect with the Profit via a heavy line.

In Layartebian

"You! I told you to throw away that weapon! I DON'T WANT WEAPONS HERE!"

Gesturing with his axe towards the Layartebian, he failed to notice the other two Layartebians coming up from the engine room along with his first mate.

In Cottish

"Skipper. For heaven's sake, put the axe away."

"No! Not untill the foreigners throw their weapons away! I don't want weapons aboard!"

"Skipper, have you been drinking that absint again? You know it's not good for you. Now be a good skipper and put the axe away."

The skipper gestured even fiercer towards the Layartebian with the axe.

"NEVER! I'M GIVING HIM A CHOICE! PUT THE WEAPON AWAY OR GET OFF MY BOAT! If he fails to do both, I will make him a head shorter!"

The chief pulled his pistol out, safety off, raised on the captains chest. His two assistants, covered in grease coming up from the engine room did the same. "We're not going to have a stand-off here. We keep our weapons or let you float into the oblivion of the ocean until you starve or sink. This isn't a matter of negotiation!" The chief yelled clearly and distinctly. Drunken fool is about to start a war. "I will, if necessary, use force to protect my life and the life of my crew as well as my country."

The chief pulled his pistol out, safety off, raised on the captains chest. His two assistants, covered in grease coming up from the engine room did the same. "We're not going to have a stand-off here. We keep our weapons or let you float into the oblivion of the ocean until you starve or sink. This isn't a matter of negotiation!" The chief yelled clearly and distinctly. Drunken fool is about to start a war. "I will, if necessary, use force to protect my life and the life of my crew as well as my country."

The first mate, scared shitless after seeing the Layartebians pull up their guns jumped the skipper, throwing him down on the ground while trying to wresle the axe out of his surprisongly tight grip. At the same time, he yelled out in his poor Layartebian: "Help. You help me. Please. He drunk. He not mean things he say. Please help."

Unfortunately, the skipper in his drunkenness responded to the sudden change of gravity by pulling his arms towards himself, the axe included, and give the first mate a nasty gash in the head and cutting the nearest Layartebian in the arm. Blood poured out of the first mate's open wound, something that was the last thing the skipper saw before the drugs he had been given earlier kicked in and sent him away to dreamland.

Ah okay I see what you're getting at so let me clarify it. Current, modern radars, at their best, can't really track the B-2 or F-117 for very long. The B-2 would actually be (if detected at all) going in and out of one's radar screen, not enough to actually get a track or a lock. The F-22 is even stealthier so imagine that sucker.

As far as landing on a carrier, no way in hell. I'd have to drop gear, lower flaps, extend brakes (all MAJOR RCS increasers). Once the gear is down, no matter how stealthy it is, it's going to be seen, same goes for flaps and brakes (to a lesser degree but yes).

I cannot see these planes on radar when they are flying. My radars can't. My anti-stealth system is actually non-radar based. It uses a completely different detection method that would be possible provided the $ was there. I've dumped some $16 trillion into it over the past what 10 RL months maybe? Maybe more, I'm not sure to be honest when I thought of the idea.

The basis of them also is that they fly significantly higher than other aircraft (60,000 feet and above for operating altitude) which makes them even harder to detect on radar. Remember, the further the radar wave has to travel the weaker it gets. Up around 60,000 feet that's quite far. The B-2s operate in the 30k range, the F-117 at least 25k and up, I'm not quite sure. The F-22 is actually rumored to operate well over 40k. It's max ceiling listed is 65,000 but I wouldn't doubt it if that sucker could get up to 70,000ish. Hell the F-15 can get up to 99,500 or something like that. If you could get a F-16 up to 60,000 feet it would be stealthy as well. Remember the U-2 and SR-71 are actually stealthy aircraft because of the altitude they fly at and the way they are made, the SR-71 more than the U-2. Flying over 85,000 feet, those radar waves have a far range to travel and the way the aircraft is built makes them stealthy. The SR-71, as big and beastly as it is, is probably smaller RCS than the F-16 and the SR-71 was built in the late 50s, early 60s.
ooc:
Ok, that makes a little bit more sense. My landing on a carrier comment was sarcastic ;) I know that wouldn't work.
As far as altitude goes, that's actually a fairly minor factor unless you're almost directly over the target. 80k feet is only 14 or 15 miles, so if it's 100 miles from the radar (in missile range), the 14 or 15 makes relatively little difference. But not none.
One thing that upset me a little bit (sorry if I got too much in your face) was that you were using systems that only exist because you pumped a lot of money into them, but aren't strictly modern tech. They're feasible, and you have a budget for it, so it's ok. However, that's the same situation with the Doujin. There's nothing there that isn't feasible in either modern tech or, say, 2010. It's just that it would be a colossal waste of money for any RL nation. However, because nations on NS can have 3 billion people and powerhouse economies, they can afford that kind of stuff.
Another thing that I found funny... as advertised by you, the RCS of your airplane is 1/10 of that of a mosquito.

ooc:
Ok, that makes a little bit more sense. My landing on a carrier comment was sarcastic ;) I know that wouldn't work.
As far as altitude goes, that's actually a fairly minor factor unless you're almost directly over the target. 80k feet is only 14 or 15 miles, so if it's 100 miles from the radar (in missile range), the 14 or 15 makes relatively little difference. But not none.
One thing that upset me a little bit (sorry if I got too much in your face) was that you were using systems that only exist because you pumped a lot of money into them, but aren't strictly modern tech. They're feasible, and you have a budget for it, so it's ok. However, that's the same situation with the Doujin. There's nothing there that isn't feasible in either modern tech or, say, 2010. It's just that it would be a colossal waste of money for any RL nation. However, because nations on NS can have 3 billion people and powerhouse economies, they can afford that kind of stuff.
Another thing that I found funny... as advertised by you, the RCS of your airplane is 1/10 of that of a mosquito.

Mosquito? I like that. I usually use seagull but I think I'll use that. Yeah the Doujin also uses a lot of systems that aren't near yet plus its gigantic size. A ship and an aircraft are vastly different. In addition, kind of odd but I did some X-Files stuff with my aircraft and the technology came from a downed UFO (Dr. Evil pinky to lip thing). But I can understand your concern. I basically went between the AGM-129 ACM and the Boeing Bird of Prey, which would be made within the next 2, 2 1/2 years. Anything more than 1/8 millionth of an inch would be definitely PMT.

My anti-stealth system isn't actually much to be honest. I pumped an ass amount of money into it but the principle that it works on is currently being used by weather stations and such so. I can't divulge much more into it than that, as far as I am aware I'm the only one that uses this method for anti-stealth. Most people just use different frequency radar or I think I've seen LIDAR. Not sure...

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"Men, no more vodka. This is some odd stuff. Alex, how's that wound?"

"It's a bleeder but I'll live. It doesn't look anything more than a gash."

"Mark. Tend to the first mate. He looks bad." The chief looked over at the stunned Cottlandish sailors. "Do you have medical?"

OOC: Is the first mate dead?

"Men, no more vodka. This is some odd stuff. Alex, how's that wound?"

"It's a bleeder but I'll live. It doesn't look anything more than a gash."

"Mark. Tend to the first mate. He looks bad." The chief looked over at the stunned Cottlandish sailors. "Do you have medical?"

OOC: Is the first mate dead?

ooc: Nope, just wounded bad, in need of medical help to survive. Do you have someone speaking Cottish in the tug?

ic: The only other person aboard the Howards Profit who spoke Layartebian was the crewman that had aided the skipper earlier when the helicopters came. While some of his crewmates held down the skipper and others tried to help the first mate by pouring vodka into the wound (to clean it), he spoke up.

"No sir. No medical. We're a poor company sir, on the verge of bankrupcy. Do you have any medical stuff? He needs it to survive. Please help us sir. Please."

OOC: Hell I think the only people in my country that speak Cottish are the diplomats at my embassy in your land.

The chief looked at the gash. "Alright. Hold here." He instructed the man who spoke English to apply pressure in order to stop the wound from bleeding. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the ship. "Sir. Yes we had an incident. We're going to need a doctor over here right away. The first mate is bleeding pretty badly. An axe. Yes one of my men. Infection? I wouldn't doubt it, this boat is as rusty and dirty as a 1950s missile base. Yes sir." On board the Twin Towers, an SH-60 took off within seconds carrying two doctors and plenty of medical supplies for both the first mate and the Layartebian mechanic.

The doctor climbed out instantly with the supplies. "Alright." He walked over to the first mate. "He's real bad. We need to get him to a hospital fast. All I can do is slow the bleeding and give him some antibiotics. The closest hospital is, we're what 18 nautical miles from shore, about 20 nautical miles away. We need to get him there very fast." The doctor went to work with an IV and bandages. The mechanic was being attended to by another medic but his wound would only need stitches and disinfection.

ooc: oh well, I guess we just won't be able to agree on these points. At this point I'll stop cluttering the thread, sit back, and enjoy :)

ooc: oh well, I guess we just won't be able to agree on these points. At this point I'll stop cluttering the thread, sit back, and enjoy :)

It's cool. I can't object to respectful displays of opinion and clarification.

ooc: Ok.

ic: The crewman saw the doctor come with another one of those helicopters and heard him order the injured first mate into the helicopter and into land. Having 26 years experience, the crewman knew that it meant taking away the only person able to command the vessel other then the skipper, who was dead drunk and crazy. If so, a Layartebian had to take command, because no Cot aboard could do it.

"Where are you taking him? If you take him off the boat, you must inform the company. You have to get someone who can drive this boat too. No-one left aboard other then the skipper can, and you see his condition..."

"He'll have to go with someone else. Does anyone else on this boat speak English? I don't want to send him there by himself but we've got less than fifteen minutes to get him there." The chief looked around. "The tug will take us in, no driving really necessary except someone to turn the wheel. If you know how to do that or know someone else let me know. As far as right now you're my envoy because you speak English." The chief looked over at the doc who shook his head. "We have to act fast. The helicopter is going to take a few minutes to get to the hospital." The chief picked up the phone and called the captain. "Sir we need to have the Cottish ambassador meet us at Hampton Memorial Hospital right away. We need to send the first mate there. Real bad. Bleeding bad sir. The captain. Drunk. Yes. He'll be fine. A few stitches. Indeed." The chief looked back, "The Cottish ambassador will meet him there. Hurry we don't have much time!"

"He'll have to go with someone else. Does anyone else on this boat speak English? I don't want to send him there by himself but we've got less than fifteen minutes to get him there." The chief looked around. "The tug will take us in, no driving really necessary except someone to turn the wheel. If you know how to do that or know someone else let me know. As far as right now you're my envoy because you speak English." The chief looked over at the doc who shook his head. "We have to act fast. The helicopter is going to take a few minutes to get to the hospital." The chief picked up the phone and called the captain. "Sir we need to have the Cottish ambassador meet us at Hampton Memorial Hospital right away. We need to send the first mate there. Real bad. Bleeding bad sir. The captain. Drunk. Yes. He'll be fine. A few stitches. Indeed." The chief looked back, "The Cottish ambassador will meet him there. Hurry we don't have much time!"

The crewman shuddered his head. What he was about to say wouldn't please the Layartebian.

"No, only me, the skipper and the first mate speak English. Sorry."

He paused for a moment to gather the courage to say the next part.

"No-one but the skipper and first mate can drive. Most of us work in the engine room, and what's left work on deck or in the galley. Sorry again."

He looked at the Layartebian, waiting to hear what he had to say.


Cottish embassy, Layarteb City

The Ambassador's phone rang. Being to lunch, a secretary answered it.

"Hello? This is his office yes. May I take a message? What? Yes. Yes. Yes, I'll get right to it. Yes. Hampton Memorial Hospital? He'll be there. He will naturally need to travel outside your international zone. Naturally. Thank you."

She immediately ran down to the cantine, where the ambassador sat and ate the Today's Special (Lasagna).

"Sir, you have to go to Hampton immediately. A Cottish citizen being brought in to the hospital by a Layartebian military helicopter. He's hurt bad. We didn't get a name, but they've given you permission to fly down there."

The ambassador looked up at the secretary. She was young, only 21. Brunette, emerald green eyes, well equipped from nature's side.. What was he doing? Thinking about his secretary when he had to go to Hampton to watch a Cot struggle for his life.

Shaking his head, he walked out of the cantine, up to his office and gathered some stuff. His laptop, a fully charged cellphone, an extra battery for both, some clothes (just in case) and a digital camera. He also called an had three aides, two soldiers, the resident doctor and the charge d'affairs follow him to Hampton.

The helicopter in question was a civilian version of the Merlin transport chopper used by the Imperial Cottish Navy. It could seat 18 persons comfortably, and was equipped with a strecher so they could bring the Cot in question along if they had to.

Walking out to the helipad on the roof of the embassy, the Ambassador got into thinking how the Cot was injured. Was it due to the use of force from Layartebian side when enforcing this new doctrine of theirs? If so, there would be hell to pay.

"Alright. We have to act fast. I need you here." The chief looked around. "You, you! Go with him!" A scared Cottish sailor looked around as if he had just been picked for a suicide mission. "Alright. Now about this damn boat." He picked up his cellular phone again. "Sir. Yes. Nobody can drive the ship. One sir. Yes he's my right hand man on this vessel. Very well." He turned back to the chief. "I am taking command of this ship. You are my first mate. We'll get this sucker into port as fast and as best as we can. The tug should be arriving within the hour.

Onboard the Twin Towers Flight II class, the captain sent another call to the Cottish embassy explaining the situation. "Yes. First the captain injured one of my men and the first mate. With an axe. Drunk. Yes. No one on board speaks English save one man. Yes. My envoy is taking control of the ship and has made said individual his first mate. No one can steer it. Alert the ambassador. Well then get in touch with him!" The captain hung up the phone. "She sounded cute." He smirked.

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"Alright. We have to act fast. I need you here." The chief looked around. "You, you! Go with him!" A scared Cottish sailor looked around as if he had just been picked for a suicide mission. "Alright. Now about this damn boat." He picked up his cellular phone again. "Sir. Yes. Nobody can drive the ship. One sir. Yes he's my right hand man on this vessel. Very well." He turned back to the chief. "I am taking command of this ship. You are my first mate. We'll get this sucker into port as fast and as best as we can. The tug should be arriving within the hour.

Onboard the Twin Towers Flight II class, the captain sent another call to the Cottish embassy explaining the situation. "Yes. First the captain injured one of my men and the first mate. With an axe. Drunk. Yes. No one on board speaks English save one man. Yes. My envoy is taking control of the ship and has made said individual his first mate. No one can steer it. Alert the ambassador. Well then get in touch with him!" The captain hung up the phone. "She sounded cute." He smirked.

Howards Profit
The Cottish sailors pointed out by the Layartebian reluctantly boarded the helicopter along with the bleeding first mate. They had heard a lot of stories about how the Layartebians treated prisoners (ooc: refering to the "Layartebian Chronicles") and didn't want to end up in one of those camps.

Hampton Memorial Hospital
The ambassador's chopper arrived at the Hampton Memorial Hospital, and he was immediately greeted by a delegation of police officers, military personell and doctors. "How is he? Is he here?" the ambassador asked eagerly, clearly meaning the Cottish first mate.

OOC: Ahh people read it :).

The helicopter took off from the deck and made its way towards the hospital at maximum speed. The sky was gray and the waves growing rougher but the pilots knew that it was either life or death for the first mate and death meant more than just an international incident. On board the ship, the chief went to the bridge to try to familiarize himself with what was what. He wasn't shocked to find empty bottles of alcohol littering the floor and controls that seemed less sophisticated than a Man of War. What the hell have I gotten myself into! He looked out onto the deck to see one of the medics tending to his assistant and the other assistant to be trying to communicate with the Cottish sailors. All-in-all, there were now seven Layartebians on board the ship: the chief, his two assistants, two medics, and two deckhands. All of them were armed with the M33 pistol in .45ACP caliber. We could take over this ship if we wanted! The chief thought to himself. But alas we cannot do such a thing.

Back at the hospital, the ambassador arrived. "No sir he's en route. ETA is two and a half minutes sir. If you'll come this way he'll be landing on the helipad on the roof. We'll be taking him right away to ER 1402 on the 14th floor. You are welcome to join us in the ER but you must be sterilized first." The young doctor was twenty-nine, fresh out of medical school. Her name was Lisa Fernando, a 5'6" dirty blonde with about 0.005% fat on her entire body, which was petite and in shape. She had a warming smile and a pair of calm eyes, nothing that you would expect to find in a hospital. She led him to the elevator to the helipad.

OOC: Ahh people read it :).

The helicopter took off from the deck and made its way towards the hospital at maximum speed. The sky was gray and the waves growing rougher but the pilots knew that it was either life or death for the first mate and death meant more than just an international incident. On board the ship, the chief went to the bridge to try to familiarize himself with what was what. He wasn't shocked to find empty bottles of alcohol littering the floor and controls that seemed less sophisticated than a Man of War. What the hell have I gotten myself into! He looked out onto the deck to see one of the medics tending to his assistant and the other assistant to be trying to communicate with the Cottish sailors. All-in-all, there were now seven Layartebians on board the ship: the chief, his two assistants, two medics, and two deckhands. All of them were armed with the M33 pistol in .45ACP caliber. We could take over this ship if we wanted! The chief thought to himself. But alas we cannot do such a thing.

Back at the hospital, the ambassador arrived. "No sir he's en route. ETA is two and a half minutes sir. If you'll come this way he'll be landing on the helipad on the roof. We'll be taking him right away to ER 1402 on the 14th floor. You are welcome to join us in the ER but you must be sterilized first." The young doctor was twenty-nine, fresh out of medical school. Her name was Lisa Fernando, a 5'6" dirty blonde with about 0.005% fat on her entire body, which was petite and in shape. She had a warming smile and a pair of calm eyes, nothing that you would expect to find in a hospital. She led him to the elevator to the helipad.

ooc: Naturally. When are you posting more on it? Can't wait... :)

ic: The Ambassador looked the doctor over. 'Not bad. Not bad at all...' he thought, before duty flashed back into his mind. 'Why do I keep looking at girls when I have a job to do?' he thought. He was only 34, the position in Layarteb being his second posting. "I understand, but I don't think I'll be in there with you. Never could stand the blood. Doctor MacAngus on the other hand have expressed a wish to be present. Lead the way doctor." He walked with the doctor, being trailed by his entourage only one meter behind him.

Doctor MacAngus was a 54 year old doctor who earned a good living being the resident doctor in the embassy. It was easy work, and almost nothing to do other then plastering cuts. Still, he kept his surgeon license for cases like this. "Excuse me doctor. Have you been informed as to how hard he is injured? We haven't been told anything yet."

OOC: Not sure sorta no ideas. Sad huh?

The nurse smiled and brushed back her hair. "They didn't say anything on his condition except that he has a very deep laceration and it is bleeding pretty bad. Nerve damage is probably a definite but the location is unknown. (OOC: Where did he catch the axe?) We're going to have to give him blood, without a doubt. Once we get his blood type we'll be able to do that so if you can help us out that would be greatful, as far as documents go. I'm afraid any blood you give, if you were to, would take forty-eight hours to process but you're more than welcome. Your doctor will be in there. If he knows where the room is please send him there immediately."

The helicopter tunneled through the sky at a speed of some 165 knots, just 15 knots shy of top speed. She still was carrying the two torpedoes she had previously loaded, something that would scare the doctors upon landing but a human life was at stake and torpedoes weren't very important at this point in time. It would arrive in only 1 minute and 30 seconds.

On board the ship, the chief finally located the compass and the wheel. The compass was so dusty that it was amazing anyone could read it. The wheel looked as if it was going to shatter if you pulled too hard. What a f****** mess this thing is! Why can't everyone in the world fund their ships more than alcohol!

ooc: In the neck/shoulder. A really bad wound, bleeding like hell. I won't post a picture of how it might look for two reasons; a) I don't have a picture of it, and b) the Mods would probably remove it very quickly.

ic: "We'll do everything we can to help you. I'll have dr MacAngus scrub up and get in there to assist immediately." the ambassador said. He pulled up his phone, but put it back in his pocket when he saw the grey helicopter with torpedoes enter on its final approach. He ran to the area where the chopper would land, so he could get a look on who it was, and to interrogate possible Cots accompanying the chopper. "Corporal, you go with him. Where he goes, you go. Understand?" the Ambassador told one of the soldiers that came along. "YESSIR!" the Army Corporal replied in best gung-ho tradition of the 54th Infantry Brigade, the brigade that was scattered around the world in the various Cottish embassies and consulates, and prepared for a long run along with the Layartebian medical staff, now preparing for the upcoming trauma assesment and treatment prosess.

The helicopter blended in with the sky and the sea well but this was over a hospital, it wasn't camoflauged now. The two MK-50 ALWT torpedoes hung on the sides of the massive helicopter as it went into a hover, practically moving from 165 knots to 0 knots in less than 20 feet. The pilot was extraordinary. The descent was fast and the landing rougher than it should have been but time was of the essence. The four doctors immediately pulled out the first mate and his blood soaked body and stretcher. The Cottish sailor that went with him climbed out second, covered in blood as well, then the rest of the crew. The helicopter offload took less than 30 seconds and then it was up again, back to the ship.

Some time later...

The tug was finally alongside the Cottish freighter, the sea state at a category 4, with waves some 5 to 8 feet. It was not the time to be out there trying to tow a ship in but this was a matter of life or death for the ship and its crew.

The ship would be reduced to its minimum necessary crew and, at that, only men who were capable. The rest were being transferred to the Twin Towers Class alongside her by way of gang-plank, a brush with death itself. The tug would move to the front of the frieghter and begin the tow, which was being done by both Cottish and Layartebian sailors. Remarkably, one of the sailors abord the Twin Towers had studied some Cottish in Basic and was able to help, to a small degree. His original posting was supposed to be as a soldier in the Layartebian Embassy in Cotland but that fell through and here he was, in the Coast Guard.

The tug would move to the mainland at 4 knots, a grand five hour journey.

The Ambassador and the Corporal ran out to the chopper and saw the shape the first mate was in. "Get him in now." the Ambassador yelled in Cottish. He had forgotten that the Layartebians didn't understand Cottish, but the Cottish sailor on the other hand did. "You're Cottish? God be praised. We're all dead out there. Dead I tell you!" The ambassador grabbed hold of the man, who was red with blood, and shook him out of his crazed state of mind. "Yes. I'm the ambassador. I need to know the identity of that man right now. It's a matter of life and death. And why do you smell of alcohol?" The sailor just nodded his head. "He's from Lakshadweep. Name of Mathuas. James Mathuas. And I don't smell of alcohol.. at least not as much as the skipper.." The Ambassador almost went crazy. "The skipper of the ship is drunk?? What kind of company do you work in?? Don't you know that's against the law?! Both Cottish and Layartebian?!?" The sailor almost shrinked into obliviation. The ambassador thought he knew why, and after a quick phone call, it was confirmed. The company that owned the Howards Profit was a company that was known to involve itself in shady business, and that most of the people working there were wanted by the Cottish government. He also got the medical files on James Mathuas, which was promptly handed over to the hospital staff. The investigations would have to wait till later. First, mr Mathuas needed to survive. The Ambassador also made a phonecall to the Emperor of Cotland and explaned the situation. Emperor Thomas then placed a call to his friend, the Emperor of Layarteb, asking that the persons found on the Howards Profit were handed over to the Cottish government for interrogations relating to involvement in possible acts of piracy.

The first mate was rushed down to the ER within seconds. The medical files recieved only 20 minutes into his surgery gave what they needed, his blood-type and medical history. They were pumping IVs into him to keep him from bleeding out but he was bleeding far too heavily. Surgery was necessary. Clotting agents were introduced into his bloodstream faster than they were coming out and the only way to save this man was to stop that blood. Arterial damage was evident as was vascular. Clamps would be the most immediate form of relief. He was going to be spending the next 8 hours minimum in surgery!

The Emperor picked up the phone and listened to the story from Emperor Thomas. He nodded. "Certainly that will be done. All non-essential personnel are aboard my coastal frigate alongside the frieghter, which is being pulled in. My forces will be required to search the vessel you do understand, especially with the suspicion of piracy."

OOC: Is the first mate going to make it out of surgery alive? Am I going to find anything like drugs aboad the ship? (Alcohol isn't illegal that's alright).

The first mate was rushed down to the ER within seconds. The medical files recieved only 20 minutes into his surgery gave what they needed, his blood-type and medical history. They were pumping IVs into him to keep him from bleeding out but he was bleeding far too heavily. Surgery was necessary. Clotting agents were introduced into his bloodstream faster than they were coming out and the only way to save this man was to stop that blood. Arterial damage was evident as was vascular. Clamps would be the most immediate form of relief. He was going to be spending the next 8 hours minimum in surgery!

The Emperor picked up the phone and listened to the story from Emperor Thomas. He nodded. "Certainly that will be done. All non-essential personnel are aboard my coastal frigate alongside the frieghter, which is being pulled in. My forces will be required to search the vessel you do understand, especially with the suspicion of piracy."

OOC: Is the first mate going to make it out of surgery alive? Am I going to find anything like drugs aboad the ship? (Alcohol isn't illegal that's alright).
"Naturally. I would have expected to be allowed the same thing if the situation was reversed" the Emperor said, smiling over the fact that they finally would get their hands on someone who might know something about the pirate attacks.

ooc: Nah, let him die when you are almost finished in surgery. Too extencive injuries. As for drugs aboard, a small cache of hard drugs (heroin, cokaine) for personal use perhaps? Also, a case of goldbars marked with the seal of Cotland. A perfect link to the piracy attacks :)

On board the Twin Towers, the radio came alive. "Freighter suspected pirate ship. Detain all crew and search vessel immediately." The radioman sent it to the captain within seconds and the entire crew of the freighter, some sixty-eight men in all, were moved calmly into a single compartment. It was below decks and meant specifically for this purpose. It could hold up to one hundred people semi-comfortably, one hundred and eighty max. It was a holding compartment for this purpose. Quietly, they were put down there and gotten off the deck for "safety reasons."

On board the Cottish freighter, those that stayed were immediately detained as well and sent over to the Twin Towers, there now being only ten men aboard the freighter, all of them Layartebian. On board the tug was a group of eight men from Force Spectre, the 3rd Black Operations unit. Under the guise of diplomats, they boarded the freighter to begin their search.

After an hour and a half they came up with little except some heroin and cocaine, all in personnel lockers, definitely for personal use. The alcohol bottles littering the floor had to add at least a long ton and a half to the ship's weight! When they went below decks to the more secure areas they found crates that looked older than sin itself. But, alas, in fourteen of them were Cottish gold bars, marked with the seal of Cotland. The findings were dispatched immediately to the Emperor.

"Emperor Thomas. I have some disturbing information. Fourteen crates of gold bars, marked with your seal, have been found aboard the freighter. That's approximately fourteen hundred bars, quite a lot of gold. Personal drugs were also found but given the nature they are not under our laws and will be for you to deal with. The crew is currently in detainment aboard our frigate and will be handed over to you upon reaching the shore. The ship is now fully manned by Layartebians and will be coming into port in eighteen hours."

Inside the hospital, however, things weren't going so well. Surgery wasn't working and the first mate was bleeding faster than the IVs were going in him. There was just too much damage. His artery was completely destroyed and no amount of clamps could keep it shut long enough to successfully operate. He wasn't going to make it, it was clear as day. He had been in the ER some ninety minutes when he finally stopped fighting. His heart ceased and while a defribilator got it moving again, it stopped another two minutes later and could not be restarted. He had simply bled out. There was nothing the doctors nor the Cottish doctor could do. They tried but it just wasn't enough.

OOC: Is the ship going to sink in tow?

"I understand sir. We would be most grateful if you transfered the gold over to your vessel. I've got some reports on the vessel, a certain Howards Profit, and I'm not too impressed with the shape that she's in. As such, I must ask you to tell your men that they must be extremely careful when aboard her. The vessel was slated for destruction due to old age and terrible shape when she was stolen from the yards where she lay. That was ten years ago. I shudder when I think of the shape she is in now. As for the crew, I wish to send an aircraft carrier to collect them. With your permission, it will arrive after that dreadful Nor'Eastern has finished ravaging the coastline."


ooc: That's up to you. I had planned to send a Ynoga with lawyers and a judge so I could have a little tribunal there. I'd have to call in Layartebian witnesses, so it seems the easiest way.

"I understand sir. We would be most grateful if you transfered the gold over to your vessel. I've got some reports on the vessel, a certain Howards Profit, and I'm not too impressed with the shape that she's in. As such, I must ask you to tell your men that they must be extremely careful when aboard her. The vessel was slated for destruction due to old age and terrible shape when she was stolen from the yards where she lay. That was ten years ago. I shudder when I think of the shape she is in now. As for the crew, I wish to send an aircraft carrier to collect them. With your permission, it will arrive after that dreadful Nor'Eastern has finished ravaging the coastline."


ooc: That's up to you. I had planned to send a Ynoga with lawyers and a judge so I could have a little tribunal there. I'd have to call in Layartebian witnesses, so it seems the easiest way.

"Well the ship is, from what I am told, in condition that is a miracle it's still sailing. To quote the captain of the Twin Towers. I don't believe in miracles but I also realize physics and it's not going to last long out there. I'll try to get my men to transfer as much gold as possible but that's a lot and its heavy. You may send the aircraft carrier but they must remain outside of 24nm of Layartebian waters. The Nor'Easter is brutal and you'd best arrive afterwards. It has already hit Dnalkrad and they're under 3 feet of snow so..."

"Well the ship is, from what I am told, in condition that is a miracle it's still sailing. To quote the captain of the Twin Towers. I don't believe in miracles but I also realize physics and it's not going to last long out there. I'll try to get my men to transfer as much gold as possible but that's a lot and its heavy. You may send the aircraft carrier but they must remain outside of 24nm of Layartebian waters. The Nor'Easter is brutal and you'd best arrive afterwards. It has already hit Dnalkrad and they're under 3 feet of snow so..."

"I understand sir. I'll order the carrier to ride off the storm. We do, however, need to send in a chopper or ten to get our people. Once the storm is over, I hope that we can solve this matter once and for all. It's been a thorn in Cotlands side for far too many years. If you need any assistance in clearing up after the storm, please let me know. Also, thank you sir. I'll be sure to remember this. Hell, there may even be a medal for those involved."

"Indeed. Your helicopters, if necessary, can land at Hampton Municipal Airport on Long Island. Our frigate and your freighter will be going close to there. We'll contact you after the storm concerning clean up matters. But we may have to wait until the snow melts."

"Indeed. Your helicopters, if necessary, can land at Hampton Municipal Airport on Long Island. Our frigate and your freighter will be going close to there. We'll contact you after the storm concerning clean up matters. But we may have to wait until the snow melts."

"Understood. We'll hold them off till after the storm. Thank you sir. Have a nice evening." Emperor Thomas said before he hanged up. 'At least now that's sorted' he thought as he walked towards the bedroom to sleep for what remained of the night.

"How is he?" the ambassador asked the doctor as she walked out from the OR. She didn't look too optimistic..

ICS Zoolander

The ICS Zoolander, the newest of the 40 Ynoga class light aircraft carriers currently in service with the Imperial Cottish Navy, was holding position 26 nautical miles from the Layartebian coastline. Flight operations had been cancelled due to the bad weather, and the crew of the Zoolander and the rest of her battlegroup prepared to ride off the storm. It was expected to last for a few days, after which they would get the prisoners from Layarteb and hold a small trial on the deck. Lawyers and judges had been flown aboard, and things were being prepared. The Marine detachment prepared for guard duty in the brig and cargobays, and the chopper pilots prepared for ferry duty.

The tug reached the port without incident, a grueling 20 hour ordeal. Along with it, the Twin Towers class docked, the prisoners onboard and the gold offloaded first. The Cottish group sitting 26nm off shore would be closely watched, just in case. Routine Shield Class submarine patrols brought them to within 10nm of the carrier at the closest.

The Shield Class was unique. It was designed as a coastal patrol submarine but could do much, much more. Powered by a diesel-electric system, it was revolutionary. The system used fuel cells and was air independent. The submarine could run on diesel power without snorkeling, something that was a major drawback to previous diesel-electric submarines. They did, however, have to snorkel every 3 weeks to do an air charge and to change out the air in the submarine. At 10 knots, the submarine could go 7,000nm surfaced or 400nm submerged. 2,000 tons on the surface and 2,355 tons submerged, the 300 foot long, 23 foot wide submarine could dive to 1,500 feet and go as fast as 15 knots on the surface and 22 submerged. With only a 20 foot draft, the Shield could get into tight spots and very close to the coast, if necessary. She was armed with four torpedo tubes with a total of twenty-four weapons. It was usually 8 UGM-180H Harpoon II missiles and 16 MK-55 ADCAP II torpedoes. Crewed by 30 men, the Shield Class was top-of-the-line and only $1.8B each.

This particular Shield was moving at a mere 4 knots at 150 feet. A UGM-180H Harpoon II could be fired at 150 feet and less than 8 knots. The current depth & speed of the submarine was no coincidence, it was done on purpose, just in case. Her four tubes were loaded with two UGM-180Hs and two MK-55s.

********************************

As the doctor stepped out of the ER she looked weary. "He didn't make it. He bled to death." That was all she could say as she left. The Cottish doctor would have to explain the rest.

The ambassador just stood there, lost of words. As doctor MacAngus came out, he started to explain to the ambassador and the entourage that the bleedings were too extensive and could not be stopped. The ambassador listened to the explenation, and walked outside so he could call the Emperor and inform him of the situation. Needless to say, the Emperor wasn't pleased. The ambassador got the brunt of the yelling before the Emperor hung up on him. Walking off to find someone from the Layartebian government, the ambassador thought, trying to find out what could have provoked the skipper to cut down his own first mate. Heads would roll, that thing was certain. Seeing a Layartebian official, the ambassador walked over and presented himself before going on and starting to question the poor man. "What provoked the skipper to cut down his own officer?"

"We're not sure just yet. The tug and the frieghter just docked so the frigate is being offloaded now, gold and prisoners first. The man aboard the Cottish freighter, in charge that is, is a chief from the frigate. He'll be the one to let us know what happened. The docks aren't more than 5 miles from here."

"We're not sure just yet. The tug and the frieghter just docked so the frigate is being offloaded now, gold and prisoners first. The man aboard the Cottish freighter, in charge that is, is a chief from the frigate. He'll be the one to let us know what happened. The docks aren't more than 5 miles from here."

"Very well. Can you get me a permit to go down there and question them?"

"A permit?" The official looked shocked. "What do you need a permit for?"

At the docks, fourteen Black Ops had flooded the freighter, doing a much more thorough search but had come up, thus far, empty handed. The prisoners had been offloaded and the gold was in the process of being offloaded, having been stored on the deck for the time being. The chief was already answering questions to authorities, namely the upper echelon of the navy!

"A permit?" The official looked shocked. "What do you need a permit for?"

At the docks, fourteen Black Ops had flooded the freighter, doing a much more thorough search but had come up, thus far, empty handed. The prisoners had been offloaded and the gold was in the process of being offloaded, having been stored on the deck for the time being. The chief was already answering questions to authorities, namely the upper echelon of the navy!

"According to your laws, any foreigner needs a permit to go outside the International Zone in Layarteb City. I thought you knew. I need it to get into the docks so I can question the persons there. I'll be flying in. Please inform the proper people." And with that, the ambassador headed off towards his Merlin that was parked outside. Someone were going to have to answer for the first mates death. Pirate or no pirate, he was a Cottish citizen, and you don't go around killing Cottish citizens!

"No, no. You are permitted to go outside of International Zone as you wish. The goal of International Zone is to put all embassies within a specific corridor. The only restriction is that all diplomats must use Layarteb IAP."

"No, no. You are permitted to go outside of International Zone as you wish. The goal of International Zone is to put all embassies within a specific corridor. The only restriction is that all diplomats must use Layarteb IAP."

ooc: Really? :confused: Then a) you've done a poor job explaining it, or b) I've misunderstood the whole thing... :(

May be a combination of the two of them.

May be a combination of the two of them.

Possibly..

Embassy Conditions

There are to be no weapons caches at your embassy.
There are to be no more than 100 armed guards at your embassy.
Any acts of using an embassy as a method for espionage or spying will immediately result in dismissal of you from our country as well as further action.
Currently, protesting is illegal in the Empire of Layarteb as the last time protesting was allowed, it led to a democratic revolution that failed miserably.
All drugs are illegal in Layarteb except those approved by the FDA (aspirin, medicine, etc. are legal but not Marijuana, Cocaine, LSD, etc.).


http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=7811054&postcount=5


From my factbook.

The Black Ops had combed the ship and finally left the decks. They found nothing more than what was previously found. But they did get to see the state of affairs on that ship, a floating rustbucket, more or less. Mechanics looked at the ship shortly afterwards and within twenty minutes they delivered their recommendation: This ship could NOT be saved nor could the engine be repaired. It would have to be scrapped. That would be the recommendation they gave to their officials who would convey that to the Cottish officials.

OOC: Sorry I haven't been active. I should've posted this a while ago.

IC: The Sabre class DDGs ran up to 25 nm off the Layarteb coast. They decided to stay in the yellow zone as they cut across the ocean at 50 knots. The ships went to GQ at a range of 125 nm from the Layarteb coast. Their plan was to run parallel to the coast at the distance of 25 nm for a total of 5 hours and then turn back and refuel from an IDF oiler part of a small Charles de Gaulle CVSG 1,200 miles off of the coast.

The main challenge to the illegal Layarteb declaration was to come from a submarine. The ISS Cromartry was an old 688(i) class boat. She was SSN-716 in the IDF Navy and only 2 years away from a movement to the reserve fleet. She was 650 miles from the coast when the order off of the SSIXS told her to go 75nm off of the Layarteb coast. She was told to travel at a speed of 15 knots during the transit. A speed at which she was quiet, but not even close to as quiet as any modern sub. Command Rafael Bennington was not pleased with these orders, but the young commander wouldn't question the CO of SUBRON 17 here. As soon as the order came, he got ready.

"Submerge the ship," he ordered. "Make your depth 8-5-0 feet. 10 degrees down bubble"

"submerge the ship," repeated 2 other officers before the diving officer said "Submerge the ship, aye."

"Chief of the Watch, Pass the word, dive, dive. Sound two blasts of the dive alarm. Pass the word dive, dive," ordered the CO.

"Dive! Dive!" yelled the CWO into the 1MC as the AN/WIC2 dive alarm sounded twice. "Dive! Dive!"

"Bring your rudder left 15 degrees for new course 305," ordered the CO. "Ahead standard, make turns for 15 knots."

OOC: You do realize its a huge Nor'Easter out there right? Sea state willing 50 knots isn't going to work. Because you took so long we went with the Nor'Easter hitting...

OOC: You do realize its a huge Nor'Easter out there right? Sea state willing 50 knots isn't going to work. Because you took so long we went with the Nor'Easter hitting...
OOC: I didn't see anything about the Noreaster, but can we just say that the DDGs went through a few weeks ago? I had no time to post due to all this debate crap I had to do. If you want to RP it during the storm, that will be no problem. It's your call here.

OOC: I didn't see anything about the Noreaster, but can we just say that the DDGs went through a few weeks ago? I had no time to post due to all this debate crap I had to do. If you want to RP it during the storm, that will be no problem. It's your call here.

Cotland's already in agreement with the storm and the whole When Nature Meets Man thing shows that the Nor'Easter has reached the area and has struck pretty fiercly. Sorry but we just couldn't wait.

Cotland's already in agreement with the storm and the whole When Nature Meets Man thing shows that the Nor'Easter has reached the area and has struck pretty fiercly. Sorry but we just couldn't wait.
OOC: fine, then just say they are going at a speed of 15 knots.

OOC: fine, then just say they are going at a speed of 15 knots.

Given the sea state yeah that's possible, not advised but sure. We're only takling 5 to 8 foot waves. I'll post a little more later.

Given the sea state yeah that's possible, not advised but sure. We're only takling 5 to 8 foot waves. I'll post a little more later.
OOC: I know it probably isn't the safest speed since the waves would be washing over the bow deck quite easily at 15 knots. They are deep drafted ships so they ought to be more stable than any other light surface combatant in my fleet.

OOC: I know it probably isn't the safest speed since the waves would be washing over the bow deck quite easily at 15 knots. They are deep drafted ships so they ought to be more stable than any other light surface combatant in my fleet.

By the way what's the displacement on those ships?

By the way what's the displacement on those ships?
15,000 tons. They are the only non-indigenous ships in my arsenal. Freethinkers built them.

The sea state was rough. The Cottlandish fleet, sitting 26nm off the coast of Long Island was definitely not having an easy time. The Shield Class coastal patrol submarine patrolling inside the 24nm excusion zone was monitoring them closely. Also in the water were a pair of Twin Towers Flight II Coastal Patrol Frigates and a Verrazano Class ASW Destroyer. The two IDF ships were out at 25nm, making 15 knots and just testing the waters. Onboard one of the Twin Towers', the captain smirked, "If only Rome would just reinvade these bastards and remove them. Annoying pests, I can see why now..."

They maintained a bearing and lock on the ships, tracking them but not with weaponry.

Under the water, the SOSUS tracked a single submarine, a 688/I Class, making fifteen knots towards the coast. It was obviously testing the waters as well. A Shield Class was also shadowing it. "What the hell are we going to do. Sinking it is going to create an international incident." The captain aboard the Shield was worried, he didn't want to be in a shooting match with another country. The Shield Class was moving towards the IDF submarine, which was coming in at fifteen knots, 650nm out.

The information was relayed to the command which went all the way up the chain to the Emperor. If the submarine came inside of the territory, they would be ordered to sink it. At it's speed, it would be in the Red Zone inside of 33 hours and 20 minutes. The storm would be raging hell on the sea. It would be difficult but the Coast Guard was going to put up a P-3C Orion II and it was going to make that submarine divert!

STATEMENT TO THE WORLD

The Emperor sat at his desk and cleared his throat just before the camera flicked on. "Distinguished leaders of the world. It is with great difficulty that I come to you like this. I want to thank all those who have respected our nautical limits and all those who have shall need no escort through our Yellow Zone. However, there is something amiss in the world.

"As some of you may or may not be aware, the nation of IDF has continually tested and pushed the boundaries of our limits. They have acted threateningly towards our Empire and our people. But we have stood fast and stood firm. The nation of IDF has had NO VESSELS, sea or air, come under attack from the Layartebian military because of their actions.

"However, at this present time, a single submarine, with cruise missile capability is currently heading for the Layartebian coast. Up until now the vessels have not posed a serious threat. However, with cruise missile capability comes nuclear capability. This submarine is currently 650 nautical miles from the coast of Layarteb and heading towards us. If the submarine crosses into our zones we will be forced to fire upon it. If any missile launch is detected, the blame shall fall on the nation of IDF.

"I ask the world to please stand firm and stomp out such aggression. Our limits are for non-aggressive purposes and as shown we wish no harm to nations who obey nor do we wish harm to those who test us. But we cannot stand by idly while our people are in danger.

"Thank you."

err should I declare this dead or keep going? I'd say we say the storm passed and walla...or is it just dead?

err should I declare this dead or keep going? I'd say we say the storm passed and walla...or is it just dead?

ooc: I had some plans of a trial on the Carrier I've got right outside your waters, but I guess I can make a new thread for it. I'll have to call in those fellows you had aboard the pirate freighter as witnesses... Shall I make a new thread, or take it here?

ooc: I had some plans of a trial on the Carrier I've got right outside your waters, but I guess I can make a new thread for it. I'll have to call in those fellows you had aboard the pirate freighter as witnesses... Shall I make a new thread, or take it here?

It's sorta part of this but it's your call.

It's sorta part of this but it's your call.

ooc: I think I'll take it here if it's ok with you. If not, I'll move this. BTW, do you still have the link to the thread with the Ynoga's specs? I can't find it.

ic: ICS Zoolander, 26 nautical miles off Layarteb

The captain of the 'Zoolander', a Ynoga class light aircraft carrier constructed in Layarteb, was a little bit stressed. He had to take aboard and accomodate fourteen lawyers and judges, twelve jurors, fifteen journalists and sixty-eight prisoners. The prisoners would be a tiny problem to place. They had locations: two cargo holds and a hangar. The problem was to make cells to keep them seperated. One ingenious chief asked why they couldn't just buy some wood from Layarteb and build the cells themselves?

The 'Zoolander' did have plenty of materials aboard, so they started to build the cells in the cargo bays. The specifications for each cell would be 3m x 2m x 2,5m. Each cargo bay could contain twenty cells, and the forward hangar would have to handle the remaining 28 cells, effectivly shutting it down. The cells were constructed in record time. The tribunal would be held in the officers mess, and consist of both military and civilian judges.


Judges

Judge Phillip Waters

Judge Mona Klips

Admiral Howard Kerry

Judge Zander Dean

Admiral Michaela Smith


Lawyers

Prosecutors: Liam Chatham, Nina Lake, Charles Emerson

Defence attourneys: Mick Wolfe, Yelana Sanchez, Abdul Aziz, Terek Aziz, Nicholas Branson, Jackson DiMeo

The Marine detachment aboard prepared their riot gear, dug out their night sticks and loaded their Colt M1911 .45 sidearms and MP-5N SMGs, just in case. They were prepared for the prisoners to arrive. With the cells complete and the Marines ready, the Cots could finally go collect the prisoners in Hampton Municipal Airport. Five Merlins took off, each carrying three armed Marines, and headed for the airport, radioing to the Layartebians that they were on their way.

OOC: Ynoga Class (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=386243). Yeah keep it here, that's fine with me, I sorta didn't want a new thread to check anyway ;).

The moving of the prisoners from the dock brig to the Zoolander would be the sole responsibility of the Cottish military. The Merlin helicopters were cleared for entry into the airspace and for landing at the dock to move the prisoners. In addition to the Marines onboard the helicopters, coast guard soldiers would be sitting at the docks. Once the Marines arrived, the prisoners would be transfered, and the entire mess over and done with.

It was around this time that the final report on the cargo ship was finished. There was one recommendation, that the ship be scrapped. It was too destroyed to repair, rusted beyond belief.

OOC: Ynoga Class (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=386243). Yeah keep it here, that's fine with me, I sorta didn't want a new thread to check anyway ;).

The moving of the prisoners from the dock brig to the Zoolander would be the sole responsibility of the Cottish military. The Merlin helicopters were cleared for entry into the airspace and for landing at the dock to move the prisoners. In addition to the Marines onboard the helicopters, coast guard soldiers would be sitting at the docks. Once the Marines arrived, the prisoners would be transfered, and the entire mess over and done with.

It was around this time that the final report on the cargo ship was finished. There was one recommendation, that the ship be scrapped. It was too destroyed to repair, rusted beyond belief.

2nd Lieutenant Greg Parker stepped out of the lead Merlin at the dockyards and awaited the Layartebians. Some of the marines took the chance to double-check their weapons: M1911s and Tazers. A total of fourteen prisoners would be in each helicopter, along with three marines. All the marines had hand-cuffs, and all the prisoners would remain in cuffs, leg-restictors and eye-blinds for the duration of the flight.

The Cottish prisoners were being held in a dock hangar. The primary person in charge was MAJ. Baily, from the Coast Guard. He greeted the Cottish soldier with a salute. "Lieutenant Parker. We have the prisoners in that dock hangar there. They're ready for transportation to your ship. Frankly, I want them out of here as fast as possible. We have them all restrained already with zip-ties but we're not sure you will want to keep those. Follow me." He would lead them to the dock hangar immediately.

The Cottish prisoners were being held in a dock hangar. The primary person in charge was MAJ. Baily, from the Coast Guard. He greeted the Cottish soldier with a salute. "Lieutenant Parker. We have the prisoners in that dock hangar there. They're ready for transportation to your ship. Frankly, I want them out of here as fast as possible. We have them all restrained already with zip-ties but we're not sure you will want to keep those. Follow me." He would lead them to the dock hangar immediately.

Parker returned the salute and followed MAJ. Baily.

"Thank you sir. We'll take them from here. If you'd just keep a clear path to the choppers, we'll handle them. We'll change to cuffs on the ship and send the zip-ties back on a Merlin when we're done booking them, if that's ok with you sir."

Parker left the pilots and crew chiefs to guard the choppers and took his marines along to the hangar. Entering, he saw the pirates sitting in lines, guarded by heavily armed Layartebians. Speaking up in Cottish, Lt. Parker told the prisoners what was going to happen.

"Gentlemen, you are now officially under arrest for the suspicion of piracy, a capitol punishment. You will be transported to Cottish territory and recieve a fair trial by a jury of your peers. If found guilty, you WILL be executed. Any attempt to escape will be struck down upon the Cottish way. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to a lawyer. You have the right to a fair trial. You have a right to speak to a priest before you are executed. Do you understand your rights?"

The pirates just sat there, stunned that a Cot uttered those words to them. Before anyone could reply, the marines started to pull the pirates up and escort them to the Merlins, thirteen at the time. The Layartebian soldiers were gracious enough to assist in the escort to the choppers. When the last prisoner were in the helicopter, Parker turned to MAJ. Baily again and saluted. "Thank you sir for your cooperation. We sure appreciate it. We're just all glad we caught them. They'll surely hang, every single one of them. Again, thank you."

The major laughed. "Send back the zipties?" He continued to laugh. "Surely you've never seen them before huh? Just use a knife to cut them and then throw them out when you're done, we've got a large bin sitting in there for you. They're simple plastic and they can be recycled, exactly what we'll do with them. As for a clear line to the chopper, we won't hinder you at all. And if they are indeed pirates I'm not sure they'll get a propper punishment with hanging. From what I'm told, that ship is a death trap. Put them back on it and ship them across through that Nor'Easter. That'll be torture enough." He laughed again. "Anyhow, they are all yours Lieutenant. Just sign here." He had a clipboard with the document for fair exchange of prisoners with him. Both parties would sign.

Parker blushed a little before he signed the paper. He hadn't been so embarrashed since sixth grade, when the bullies had pulled down his pants in front of the entire school. Three years later, he had found them and beaten the living crap out of them with a baseball bat. That was one of the reasons why he was in the Marines. It was no less then ten years of military service or twenty years of hard labor. Parker chose the former.

"Well, that is a thought... Just too bad they have still have rights. We either hang them or release them. Well, as for the hulk, I'm told that the Captain have orders to take care of it. You'll have to talk to him when it comes to that one. Well, farewell sir." Parker said before he saluted and ran to his Merlin, which was waiting with rotors spinning. They would be at the Zoolander in 20 minutes.

OOC: Where is your ambassador? Should we not ask him of the cargo vessel?

The major led the way to the hangar and left the Cottish lieutenant to do what he needed to do. Present was a Layartebian government official, planning to oversee whatever it was that was going to happen to the ship.

OOC: Where is your ambassador? Should we not ask him of the cargo vessel?

ooc: Damn, I forgot about him.

ic: The ambassador saw the Cottish Marines lead the prisoners aboard the five helicopters, and walked down to the Layartebian official. Just as he was about to introduce himself, his cellphone rang.

"Hello? Yes sir. Yes sir. The navy sir? No, no I understand sir. Thank you sir. Good bye sir."

The ambassador looked at the cellphone strangely for a few seconds before putting it away. Suddenly remembering why he was there, the ambassador greeted the official.

"Good morning. I'm the Cottish ambassador. I understand you want to do something with the ship? Unfortunately, I've got orders to hand it over to the Imperial Cottish Navy. They have an aircraft carrier out here, apparently. If you would be so kind as to tow the ship out 25 nautical miles, or allow us to send a frigate to tow it?"

ooc: I'm planning to hang the pirates aboard the cargo vessel, then sink it with a missile. It's good training for the crew...

The ambassador looked at his wrist watch. By the time we get that out of here it'll be next year. "You can bring in the frigate to tow her." He said, thinking that he would not want to risk his own ship in a sea state like this. "Just get that hunk of crap out of my port. I don't want it's bilge or rust going into my waters."

The ambassador looked at his wrist watch. By the time we get that out of here it'll be next year. "You can bring in the frigate to tow her." He said, thinking that he would not want to risk his own ship in a sea state like this. "Just get that hunk of crap out of my port. I don't want it's bilge or rust going into my waters."

"Very good sir. Thank you" the ambassador said, shook the hand of the official and picked up the cellphone again. This time he called to the Zoolander and talked for a few seconds before he hung up. "Well, now that's taken care of. It'll be here in an hour."

Five minutes later, the Oliver Hazard Perry class frigate ICS Indefatigable broke away from the Zoolander battlegroup and made best possible speed for Hampton. She would arrive in less then an hour when traveling at 30 knots.

[one hour later]
The ICS Indefatigable sailed into Hampton, heading for the docks. The crew, well those not on duty, were out on deck dispite the cold and watched. Most of them had never been to Layarteb before, and took it all in, hoping for a chance to get to the shore. Docking right in front of the 'Howards Profit', the crew looked at the rusting hulk. It was a shamble, nowhere near the condition of the shiny, fresh-painted frigate.

http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/ship/ffg-19-moore_3.jpg
ICS Indefatigable (FFG-19) entering Hampton

Ten men were sent over to the hulk to secure the 'vessel' for tow and to oversee the tow when the two Cottish ships got underway. They would all wear survival suits and a zodiac accessable. In addition, the SH-60 aboard the 'Indy' would be on stand-by.

Stepping off the walkway to greet some Layartebian officials and the Cottish ambassador, Commander Laura Smythe was pounding her mind, trying to find out how in hell they were going to get the wreck safely to the fleet. She stopped and saluted the men (and women?) standing and waiting for her before she spoke.

"Commander Smythe of the Indefatigable at your service, sir. I hear we have to tow that hulk out to sea?"

"Yes ma'am it's all yours. My government feels that it would be dishonorable and seen unfavorably by your people if we were to take it into further tow. Additionally, we're not sure what really to do with it other than sink it. She's in shambles and probably not going to make it very far. I do imagine it would make a nice reef for sea life." He chuckled.

OOC: Women do server in my government but not the military. For the most part the only governmental people here is the ambassador and a few aides, no women but not by force by chance.

"Yes. I trust that you have removed any oil and diesel left inside her? If so, we can start the tow in two hours. I trust that you will transfer the Cottish gold to the Indefatigable." Smythe smiled to the Layartebian, before realizing something. "Ah, I almost forgot. Several of my men have asked if it is possible for them to get a tiny trip off the premises, to see how the town is. Will you allow that sir?" Smythe said, well aware that there were 290 sailors watching and waiting for the go/no-go.

At the same time, the ten men on the hulk were looking over the ship. She sure was a shamble. Empty vodka-bottles floating around everywere, cigarett-butts in every corner, the occational adult magazine (none younger then five years and all worn out) and rust, rust, rust! The young Ensign placed in command wondered what wrong he had done to earn this. With them, they had enough wood and rope to hang a lot of people. Logical, when you consider that their task was to 1) prepare the ship for tow; 2) prepare enough gallows to hang 68 men, preferably where they could be seen from afar.

http://www.richardkruse.com/Ship_Photos/Perry03.jpg
ICS Indefatigable (FFG-19) docked at Hampton

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S.S. Howards Profit

As the men prepped the ship, they found out that the easiest thing to do would be to attatch the cable where the Layartebians had placed theirs. So, they prepared the tow, and was expecting to be finished soon. After that, they would have to take aboard the Zodiac and the supplies needed for the ten-hour sail to the Zoolander.

***

The five Merlins landed on the Zoolander's flight-deck, and the prisoners were taken below immediately, escorted by 30 Marines. There, they were stripped, given prison issue clothing (blue jumpsuits) and a medical check-up before they were divided into the various cells. The interrogations would start within the hour.

[Three hours later]
The interrogation officer was getting impatient. The man in front of him wouldn't speak, and his lawyer kept telling his client to shut up. Still, they had plenty of information on this fellow, a certain Harry Fox. Mr Fox was a fugitive, running away from 30 years for dealing drugs. Now, he was facing the gallows for piracy. They had proof that the Howard's Profit had raided merchant vessels, the latest raid no more then three months ago. He was giong to hang anyway.

The same scene was going on all around the Zoolander. Some of the pirates cracked and told the interrogators the whole story. Valuable proof in court. Some again, like Mr Fox, refused to say a single word. It didn't matter. Those who confessed wouldn't have to suffocate when they were strung up. They would get a cyanide pill just as they were hanged, decreasing their suffering.

Twenty-four hours later, the interrogators were finished and the tribunal was ready for action. The first case against the first thirty-five men would start the next morning. There would be two cases, and they were expected to last two days each. That meant that the hangings would occur on the fifth day. Justice would be served.

"No we haven't drained any of the fluids yet. If you wish we can but we will not empty the bilge. I don't want those contaminants in my waters. But we can get started on that if you desire. In so far as R and R, let me check with the government." He picked up his phone and sent a direct call to his boss and so up the chain it went. After forty-five minutes, the ambassador returned to the captain. "You shall be alotted forty-eight hours within the confines of the town. I imagine your men would like to enjoy some R and R and there is a bar about fourteen blocks that way," he pointed to the east, "where they would be most welcomed." He smiled and his phone rang. "If you'll excuse me." He turned around, "Yes sir. No. Yes. Not at this moment. We cannot discuss. Yes present. No. Very well." He hung up the phone and gave a smile, he was definitely hiding something, whatever that conversation was, it was definitely not for all ears.

"No we haven't drained any of the fluids yet. If you wish we can but we will not empty the bilge. I don't want those contaminants in my waters. But we can get started on that if you desire. In so far as R and R, let me check with the government." He picked up his phone and sent a direct call to his boss and so up the chain it went. After forty-five minutes, the ambassador returned to the captain. "You shall be alotted forty-eight hours within the confines of the town. I imagine your men would like to enjoy some R and R and there is a bar about fourteen blocks that way," he pointed to the east, "where they would be most welcomed." He smiled and his phone rang. "If you'll excuse me." He turned around, "Yes sir. No. Yes. Not at this moment. We cannot discuss. Yes present. No. Very well." He hung up the phone and gave a smile, he was definitely hiding something, whatever that conversation was, it was definitely not for all ears.

"Thank you sir. We would most appreciate if you start draining the ship. Let me promise you that the men will behave exemplary. If not, I shall make sure they never do it again." Shmyte said to the Layartebian, but were puzzled by the phone call he just got. Returning the smile, she saluted and walked back up the walkway. Two minutes later, her voice was over the intercom.

Translated from Cottish...

"This is the Captain. The crew are to recieve 12 hours of shore-leave here in Hampton. The first shift to get their leave is Bravo and Delta shifts. Stand in line at the helipad in Class A2 uniforms in twenty minutes. And for Gods sake, behave, or else I will keel-haul you! That is an order. Out."

The crew cheered to the kindness of their captain, and ran off to change into Class A2 uniforms. The remaining crew were to wait 12 hours before they got off the frigate.

The shipyard was buzzing and alive. At that particular dock, crews were hooking up hoses and bringing in large trucks to offload the tons of diesel fuel and oil, which was beyond any reasonable amount. The ambassador looked over to the dock from where he was standing. The ship sat uncomfortably in the water and he didn't like it being there. Damn Emperor letting this thing in here. It's a disaster waiting to happen! He picked up his cell phone and placed a call. "Yes. It's underway. Oil and petrol. A few hours. Yes. Alright." He hung up and turned back to the ambassador and captain. "So what do you think of this situation, off the record?"

"So what do you think of this situation, off the record?"

The ambassador spoke first. "Well, I think it's a damned outrage that the entire thing have cost human lives, but I'm also thankful that we finally caught the pirates and got our gold back."

The Captain nodded in agreement. "It was unfortunate that someone lost their lives, but I believe that he would have died anyway, given being on a pirate vessel and all. I'll be happy if that hulk survives the journey to the Zoolander though. And you sir? How do you feel about the entire situation, off the record?"

"Off the record it's a goddamn disaster. This hulk of scrap in my port is making me very nervous. It's just ready to fall apart and with it that bilge, the waste, the fuel, the oil, and so on and so fourth. If it does it'll kill all life in this sector for hundreds of years and that will put the entire eastern half of Long Island out of commission. I want no sooner than to get it out of this port and into deep water where it can be sunk or something. That and I'm not very fond of a foreign warship in my port but thus far I have not seen any actions that would show me you mean any harm so I will not hinder any efforts." He was uneasy, without a doubt!

OOC: Hi guys. Well, since that planned crusade of mine collapsed due to "OMG OOC REAONS INVADE!!!1!111!1", I can get back to Earth II matters. What's this thread about?

Commander Smythe laughed. "Don't worry sir. We're allies, remember? We wouldn't do anything against you or your port that will do anyone any harm. Besides, you've probably got enough firepower here to blow us out of the water. The hulk will be out of here in 24 hours. You have my promise. Now, if you'll excuse me? I've got to go inspect the hulk. Have a good day sir."

Smythe saluted before she walked towards the hulk. There were probably some Layartebian soldiers watching her every move, so she did nothing to create suspicion.

OOC: Hi guys. Well, since that planned crusade of mine collapsed due to "OMG OOC REAONS INVADE!!!1!111!1", I can get back to Earth II matters. What's this thread about?

Layarteb's territorial borders, basicly.

OOC: Hi guys. Well, since that planned crusade of mine collapsed due to "OMG OOC REAONS INVADE!!!1!111!1", I can get back to Earth II matters. What's this thread about?

I extended by naval waters to 24nm from 12nm.

::Back to Cotland::

"Works fine for me. Have a good day, I've actually got a meeting to attend in the main office building. If problems arise I should be found there. Good day." He jetted off and made it to the meeting, the topic of it: What to do if the ship were to sink in territorial waters? It would last 6 hours.

[Timejump 23 hours, 57 minutes, if you don't mind]

The Indefatigable and the Howards Profit were ready to depart from Hampton. Most of the crew were on their stations, while some had been drinking too much and had a crazy hangover. All in all the shoreleave had been good. Only one fight had occured (between sailors, no indiginous people involved), but nothing had been broken and the sailors in question had been escorted back to the ship and confined there. Only ten glasses and one table had been broken, and those had been payed for by the ship's officers.

"Attention all hands. Prepare for departure." yelled over the intercom, and sailors rushed to their various stations. A Layartebian pilot was aboard, piloting them out of Hampton safely. On the bridge, Commander Smythe sat in her command chair, with seven other Cottish officers and sailors on the various stations.

"Cast all moorings. Get us underway. Status on the Profit?" the captain asked.

Various crewmen replied their ordinary "Aye ma'am", while one talked into a walkie-talkie for a few seconds. "Ensign Lake reports all in order, but he can't garuantee how long she'll stay afloat ma'am."

"Good." Turning to the pilot, Smythe smiled. "The ship is yours sir. Take her out."

ooc: What's the sea condition there?

Sea state right now is err 10 foot waves.

Four days later, ICS Zoolander

The trial was going to start at any moment now. The decition had been taken to trial the crew twenty at the time, to get it over with faster. The prisoners were escorted in by Cottish Marines, each armed with the old faithful M1911A3 and ASP telescopic nightsticks. The prisoners were dressed in sky blue jumpsuits, and sneakers. They had all been given a trip to the barbers, and now none of the prisoners had long hair or beards. They could have looked like normal people if it hadn't been for the prison-issue jumpsuits, handcuffs and armed Marines guarding them.

"All rise for the tribunal! God save the Emperor!"

All persons in the courtroom rose to honor the tribunal, who came in thru a side door (ooc: I assume that you have persons present in the courtroom Lay). They were all dressed in black robes and each judge carried a thick red book. The Laws of the Empire of Cotland.

The lead judge sat down in the center chair and announced "Be seated. The tribunal is now in session. We are here today in order to decide whether the men standing before the court here today are guilty in piracy, a crime that is punishable by death according to Cottish law. I ask that God grant us the tribunal the wisdom and strength to judge this case fairly. Does the Government wish to open?"

Liam Chatham, the lead attourney in this case, walked out to the speaker stand and started to present his case to the tribunal.

"May it please the court. We are here today in order to establish the fact that the gentlemen sitting there," - Liam pointed towards the twenty men in jumpsuits - "are guilty in more then three-hundred cases of piracy, rape, murder and grand theft.
Fact: The men are all hunted by the Cottish government.
Fact: They were arrested aboard a known pirate ship.
Fact: Their fingerprints were on the fourteen cases of gold bullions marked with the seal of Cotland found aboard the pirate vessel by Layartebian soldiers.
All this and more will have been proved to your honors when the Government have presented its evidence. May it please the court."

Liam bowed for the tribunal and returned to his seat, opening the floor for the defense attourney. Walking slowly over to the speaker stand, defense attourney Yelena Sanchez prepared herself mentally to defend the men. Their lives depended on her.

"May it please the court. The Governments accusations are rubbish. These men were aboard a vessel accused of piracy, yes. But that does not prove that they are guilty. They may have purchased the vessel on a later date. They may have been a part of a legitimate business trying to make a living. They may have boarded the vessel later, unknowing to the fact that the ship was a pirate ship. Anyway, they are not guilty, and I intend to prove it. May it please the court."

With that, the opening arguments were over and witnesses could be called in. As per Cottish tradition, the Government would start to call in witnesses.

"May it please the court. The Government calls Chief Petty Officer John Doe of the Imperial Layartebian Coast Guard."


OOC: I don't know the name of him, but it's the guy that was in charge of the boarding party when the Howards Profit made the mayday call.

OOC: I don't know the name of him, but it's the guy that was in charge of the boarding party when the Howards Profit made the mayday call.

Err I wrote it somewhere...I can't remember though.

Err I wrote it somewhere...I can't remember though.
ooc: I didn't see it anywhere... Anyway, let's go with John Doe for the time being. Maybe you remember it later...

ooc: I didn't see it anywhere... Anyway, let's go with John Doe for the time being. Maybe you remember it later...

Fine for me.

Fine for me.

OoC: Ok. I'll assume that your man have entered the room and sworn to speak the truth, whole truth etc.

IC: The procecutor walked up to the speaker podium and bowed for the tribunal. "May it please the court," he started, showing his respect for the court and the Empire as was required in Cottish courts. "Chief Petty Officer Doe, can you please describe the situation aboard the 'S.S. Howards Profit' on the 17th day of February this year and your reason for being aboard?"

OOC: For my reference. 87 - 139.

"Well your honor. We picked up the Howards Profit moving at three knots towards our coast, definitely adrift, sonar had no propellar noise. We got her on radar though. We repeatedly hailed the ship but to no avail so as we prepared for battlestations, we dispatched an SH-60F on reconnaissance. You know, to get a visual. We believed it to either be hijacked or it was in trouble, we were betting on the latter but we needed to be fully sure. We showed her the torpedoes to show we weren't playing around and used morse code. Our message said, 'Alert. You are in Layartebian territorial waters. State your intentions. Over.'

"That's when they reported to us that they had no engine. They were en route to Baffin Island, they stated. That was when we were ordered to drop onto the ship to allow for communications and to inspect it as well. We were going to take it into tow to Hampton Port.

"We deployed out there and landed, me and two of my subordinates. We met the captain immediately, who ordered us to discharge our weapons but given the nature of the situation we were definitely not giving up our weapons. We had no intentions of using them but we certainly had no intentions of giving them up and being on a foreign vessel unarmed and unprotected. That and we weren't sure that their engine trouble was entirely true.

"That was when we met the first mate. That's when he pulled us down to the engine room. The engine was rusted, glass alcohol bottles everywhere. It was a disaster your honor, we weren't entirely sure that the ship was going to make it to the port before coming apart. He offered us alcohol and ciagarettes and we took them as a gesture not to offend but we didn't drink the alcohol. The cigarettes, on the other hand, eased the tensions easily and quickly.

"It was difficult communicating. We asked for blue prints but they didn't know what we were talking about. It was a total disaster, we couldn't do much to it. We tried, we ordered parts and tools but we couldn't fix it, we were too afraid that the ship was going to just fall apart under us.

"We went on deck to attempt to contact the Twin Towers. That was when the captain came out, armed with an axe. He had to be drugged or drunk or something, he was out of it, completely out of it. He screamed for us to discard our weapons but we could not. The first mate got involved, attempted to calm the situation. That was when I drew my pistol, safety off, and raised it at the captain. My two assistants did the same as they came out of the bowels of the ship. I stated, loudly, 'I will, if necessary, use force to protect my life and the life of my crew as well as my country.'

"The first mate pleaded that he was drunk. It was at this time that I'm not sure what happened but the captain lunged forward and caught the first mate in the head with the axe and caught Alex, one of my men, in the arm. I ordered the other, Mark, to tend to the first mate, he was bad. We called in a helicopter with the doctor from the main ship and immediately rushed out the first mate. That was when I took command of the ship and we brought her into port your honor."

"The first mate being a certain James Mathuas, charged with twelve counts of grand theft and at least two of murder in Cotland. He died from his injuries at the hospital by the way. A fitting end to a pirate: murdered by his own captain. But back to the matter at hand. At which time was you made aware of the status of the ship as a pirate vessel? And could you please inform the court of the findings aboard the ship, other then the empty bottles and lack of equipment?"

"The first mate being a certain James Mathuas, charged with twelve counts of grand theft and at least two of murder in Cotland. He died from his injuries at the hospital by the way. A fitting end to a pirate: murdered by his own captain. But back to the matter at hand. At which time was you made aware of the status of the ship as a pirate vessel? And could you please inform the court of the findings aboard the ship, other then the empty bottles and lack of equipment?"

"An initial search of the vessel showed about a kilogram of heroin and about four kilograms of cocaine. Nothing more, definitely for intended use. Just prior to this it was made aware that the ship was a pirate vessel. From where I know not but it came from the mainland somewhere."

"Thank you Chief Petty Officer. The Government have no further questions. May it please the court."

Liam returned to his seat while the head judge announced that the defense attourney would get a shot at the CPO. Yelena Sanchez walked up to the podium, carrying a bunch of papers. Taking her time, she arranged the papers before she started to question the CPO.

"Chief Petty Officer Doe, how long have you been in the Layartebian coast guard? And in that time, have you ever encountered any pirates that sail in a rusty ship completely lacking in weapons?"

She awaited the answer.

"I have been in service for just over seven years. As far as the second question, I have never encountered a pirate vessel of any sort. This is a first."

"If this is a first, then how did you know that the vessel allegedly is a pirate vessel? I remind you that you are under oath. Also, would any pirates sail in such a rust-bucket as the 'Howards Profit'? Did it ever occur to you that the 'pirates' might just be poor merchants that couldn't get a better ship?"

"If this is a first, then how did you know that the vessel allegedly is a pirate vessel? I remind you that you are under oath. Also, would any pirates sail in such a rust-bucket as the 'Howards Profit'? Did it ever occur to you that the 'pirates' might just be poor merchants that couldn't get a better ship?"

"It was what my orders stated and I am not in a position to defy them. And yes it is plausible that pirates would travel under the guise of 'poor merchants' to allow them some benefit of the doubt and to allow them some sort of cover."

"I.. I... I have no futher you honor. M.. m.. may it please the court."

Yelena was shocked. The Layartebian had completely crushed her case by testifying to the fact that it was plausible for the men to be pirates.

"Thank you Chief Petty Officer. That will be all. Please remain aboard, as we may need to recall you to the stand."

When the CPO had left the stand, a new witness was called. The witness told the court of the history of the prisoners, including snapshots taken when they stole the 'Howards Profit' ten years earlier. A further witness told the court of the memory when his ship was assaulted by the Howards Profit before the Government presented the various pirate activities that the Howards Profit had been involved in, including the robbery of fourteen cases of gold from a Cottish corvette. The crew had been overmanned by the pirates and slaughtered before the pirates took the gold and sunk the corvette.

The testimonies, combined with the fourteen cases of gold found in the bowells of the ship was enough for the tribunal. Five hours after the testimony, twenty gallows were erected on the helicopter deck of the Arleigh Burke destroyer ICS Lakeview while the court were in and read the verdict.

"After careful consideration of the cases, testemonies by the witnesses and the evidences presented, this Tribunal hereby finds all prisoners guilty of piracy. By the Piracy Act of 1632 and the laws of the Empire of Cotland, I hereby sentence you to be hung from your neck untill you are dead, dead, dead! The sentence is to be completed by sundown aboard the Imperial Cottish Ship Lakeview. This tribunal is hereby adjourned."

"All rise!"

The courtroom was quickly emptied, and people started to make their way to the Zoolanders flight deck, where they would watch the execution.

OOC: What will come of the bodies?

OOC: Warning. Execution in progress.

A detachment of Marines brought the twenty prisoners over to the Lakeview via helicopter. All the prisoners were now dressed in white jumpsuits and stripped off all sneakers and valuables. The only thing they had on them were the jumpsuits and a diaper (sp?).

As the chaplain read the men their final rites, the sailors and Marines aboard the Zoolander formed up on the flight deck wearing their Class A uniforms. Even though the convicted men were pirates, the Cots had the decency to show them off dressed nicely. Several TV cameras zoomed in on the prisoners, who were being strung up one by one.

At a signal, the fall hatches were released and all twenty men fell 50 centimeters. Only 8 necks snapped the way they were supposed to, so the spectators had to watch as the remaining 12 men were suffocated to death. It wasn't over untill the last of the men stopped moving, 14 minutes after he was hung.

One minute later, the main gun on the Lakeview fired off one shot, signaling that the execution had been completed. The first twenty men had payed for their sins. Now it was time to trial the next twenty.

OOC: What will come of the bodies?
OOC: They'll be dumped in the sea in a canvas bag filled with metal.

OOC: They'll be dumped in the sea in a canvas bag filled with metal.

Alright good I don't want them washing up ony my shore.

The remaining two trials went just the way as the first one, with one exeption. Three of the prisoners, all of which were under 18, were found not guilty on the charge of piracy. They remained in custody due to outstanding warrants in Cotland for drug use and sex with minors. It took three days to complete the whole trials, and in the end, a total of 65 men had been hung. Their bodies were packed in sealed canvas bags and placed aboard the rust-holk that was the 'S.S. Howards Profit'. A message went out to the Layartebian military units in the area.

The ICS Pendragon (DDG-831) will fire a total of two AGM-93 'Lance' SSMs towards the hulk 'S.S. Howards Profit' in three hours. We feel that the Empire of Layarteb should be warned and not be alarmed by the release of two live weapons.

Commander
4th Ynoga Battlegroup
Imperial Cottish Navy

The Empire of Layarteb will observe the destruction of the Howards Profit and takes Cotland on its word that these firings will not harm the land of Layarteb.

As all executed members of the Howards Profit were loaded deep within the bowells of the ship and all Cottish sailors and Marines removed from the hulk, the Arleigh Burke Flight IIA class destroyer ICS Pendragon locked her powerful AN/SPY-1D 3-D radar on the hulk of the Howards Profit. Then she prepared two AGM-93 'Lance' SSMs for the attack. Their each carried a 428 kilogram high-explosive warhead. More then enough to knock out the old piece of junk.

At exactly 08.15 AM all personell were at battlestations, all hatches were closed and the two missiles were armed and ready. The range was no more then 4 nautical miles away, and the hit was expected within seconds after firing the missiles. On the bridge, the captain was ready to sink that damned hulk and return to the base. Entering his key in the weapons console arming the weapons, he spoke to the operator.

"Weapons officer, fire when ready."

"Aye sir. Fire one.. fire two. Both birds away sir" he said as he pressed the little red button with FIRE written in small white letters twice.

As the button was pressed, two 5,8 meter long sylinders jumped out of their VLS tubes and speeded off towards the hulk at Mach 2,4. They were both programmed to explode inside their targets, and this time was no exception.

Just then, the funniest thing happened. Both missiles reached Mach 3,7, their terminal velocity and crashed into the hull. Then they came out on the other side before exploding 800 meters away from the hull, leaving it floating. The rusty hull of the Howards Profit hadn't resisted when the streamlined missiles crashed thru the sides and let them pass thru the ship. The result were a hole about 40 centimeters across in the side of the hulk.

Shocked by the results, the captain decided not to waste any more missiles, but to close to one nautical mile and...

"Attention, this is the Captain. 5 inch crew, stand by for some work."

OoC: This is a good thread, its actualy realy addicting. any way, im posting this now, cause i didnt see it earlier, and also because i think that this wont be the last story about the DoS.


IC:

The Duke's Dominion Will fully support all actions taken by Layarteb to defend his DoS. All that we ask in return, is ability to place an Embassy in your land once we have the recources, and to be allowed into the 24nm limit for trade/civilian travel

Duke Barol

The ICS Pendragon were now at a range of one nautical mile, and had its MK 45 5 inch (127 mm) cannon aimed at the hulk that once were the 'S.S. Howards Profit'. The crew in the CIC just waited for the order before they would pepper the hulk with as many rounds that it would take to sink the damned pain in the behind. They had the ammo needed, so that was no problem.

"Gun crew, fire at will."

"Aye sir!" the lead gunner said, targeting the cannon carefully before firing. The cannon was in full automatic mode, targeting the side of the ship at water level. Within a minute, 16 5 inch high-explosive rounds had been fired in the side of the Howards Profit, resulting in a 18° keeling towards her starboard side. Five minutes later, a further 80 rounds had been fired into her. It was only a matter of time now before she sank. The 97th round fired into the Howards Profit ended her. Quietly, she slipped below the waves and sank calmly to the bottom, 33 nautical miles off Long Island, Layarteb.

At the same time, the ships of the 4th Ynoga Battlegroup increased their speed and set a eastern course that would take them to Europe. Their mission here was completed.

The ICS Pendragon were now at a range of one nautical mile, and had its MK 45 5 inch (127 mm) cannon aimed at the hulk that once were the 'S.S. Howards Profit'. The crew in the CIC just waited for the order before they would pepper the hulk with as many rounds that it would take to sink the damned pain in the behind. They had the ammo needed, so that was no problem.

"Gun crew, fire at will."

"Aye sir!" the lead gunner said, targeting the cannon carefully before firing. The cannon was in full automatic mode, targeting the side of the ship at water level. Within a minute, 16 5 inch high-explosive rounds had been fired in the side of the Howards Profit, resulting in a 18° keeling towards her starboard side. Five minutes later, a further 80 rounds had been fired into her. It was only a matter of time now before she sank. The 97th round fired into the Howards Profit ended her. Quietly, she slipped below the waves and sank calmly to the bottom, 33 nautical miles off Long Island, Layarteb.

At the same time, the ships of the 4th Ynoga Battlegroup increased their speed and set a eastern course that would take them to Europe. Their mission here was completed.
ooc: Isnt 97 shells a bit much? jw. im still new to this thing

ooc: Isnt 97 shells a bit much? jw. im still new to this thing

ooc: Yeah, maybe.. But what the heck. The hull is so rusty and light that it takes a bit to sink the damned ship. Most of the shells just flew thru the hull. The thing I did was to shoot a lot of holes in her near the waterline and let gravity and nature do the rest.

ooc: Yeah, maybe.. But what the heck. The hull is so rusty and light that it takes a bit to sink the damned ship. Most of the shells just flew thru the hull. The thing I did was to shoot a lot of holes in her near the waterline and let gravity and nature do the rest.

oooooooooooo, thats a real good idea.

oooooooooooo, thats a real good idea.
ooc: Thanks.

OoC: This is a good thread, its actualy realy addicting. any way, im posting this now, cause i didnt see it earlier, and also because i think that this wont be the last story about the DoS.


IC:

The Duke's Dominion Will fully support all actions taken by Layarteb to defend his DoS. All that we ask in return, is ability to place an Embassy in your land once we have the recources, and to be allowed into the 24nm limit for trade/civilian travel

Duke Barol

The Empire of Layarteb will require more information on your country & your government first.

See SABOT thread for embassy exchange

The Empire of Layarteb will require more information on your country & your government first.

See SABOT thread for embassy exchange


OOC: What kind of information do you want? ill go check sabot now

OOC: What kind of information do you want? ill go check sabot now

TLS gave me a good model.