NationStates Jolt Archive

Greetings Nations of the International Community,

I am Emperor Mwto'ar Uganda, of the Sambizie Empire. It is my sad duty to report, that less than 24 hours ago, a disturbance within an Imperial territory, has resulted in the deaths of several foreign journalist. From what we have concluded, a group of radical terrorist, acompanied my media sources, attempted an attack on a Legion military convoy. It was reported that the Legion's Field Commanders responded per Imperial Directive, and returned fire. No Legion's were lost during this incident.

During the assesment and identification process, it was learned that within the group of 35 radical's, were 6 foreign journalist, (Species of those currently identified are being witheld at this time). I have deemed it necessary, to order all foreign journalist within the Empire, to be militarly certified, armed, and to take action against those who directly assult this great Empire. Simply put, if you can roll tape, you can fire a weapon. ANY journalist not in compliance with this Imperial Mandate, will be considered hostile and will be engaged with a shoot to kill approach.

I again, offer my apoligies as the remains of those unidentified were disposed of.

Respectfully,

Mwto'ar Uganda

"How strange." The tall thin man rubbed his chin. "We've never known our closest allies to be so brutal and bloodthirsty..."

"Well, it could always be that they were, we just never saw that side of them. The world's become a far more dangerous place since the early days." The second man, shorter and with a 'mop top' cut observed flippantly.

"Never mind that, we should do something!" The third man grated. Although bent with age and looking feeble, he had a voice of iron and a spark to his eyes. "We haven't had much contact, so we'd better have some! In case anyone forgets, the Sambizie are probably the only friends this country has got these days, what with our Blueskin friends quiet and we've severed ties with those pyramid builders."

The other two nodded their agreement. The Triumvirate leadership of Adejaani had spoken.

Confidential memo to Sambizie Leadership

Our dear friends. We have not had much contact as of late. Would you mind if we sent someone over, to at least re-establish relations? With the end of the Sha'Ra conflicts, we haven't had many peace and friendship building opportunities. We should also like to... Discuss these recent developments and some others.

Imperial Respondance

Directed: Official Leadership-Adejaani

To whom it may concern,

It indeed has been a long time since these Nations have interacted. It will be with pleasure that we welcome any representitive from your nation. There is much to discuss and we will be awaiting your arrival. The Emperor will recieve guest at the Old Sambizie Republic Palace within the Unified Nation of the Peacekeepers. We look forward to meeting the current leadership of your great nation. Best wishes to you and your citizens.

Respectfully,

M. Uganda
"We few, we band of brothers"

As a result of our continuing investigation into these recent radical uprisings, the heads of those attackers will be promptly displayed for all to see. The identification chips recovered within the bodys of the deceased has provided valuable information including family name. Thusly, the family names of our attackers will be displayed along with the remains. The families of our attackers will forever be denied Imperial Services and will be forced into exile when interrogation of surviving members is concluded. In a brief statement the Emperor had this to say: "I will not tolorate our enemy walking amongst us."

Jack Brightman snored quietly. It seemed an extremely odd, minor trivial fact, but Brightman had been renowned for being, well... British. With a terse manner, a drill sergeant's bark and a steely gaze, he'd cut a swath through the Adejaani leadership (both Government/Civil and Military). Never an eloquent man, he got straight down to business, feelings be damned.

If he smiles at you... Worry.

The converted 777 airliner touched down in Peacekeeper territory and Brightman sprang awake immediately. "Right. We're here. Where's the welcoming party?"

It was cold and rainy that day. Through the thick black clouds you could hear the usual air patrols. The skies above were a nest of activity, although the ground was but silent. The afterburners of the fighters just seemed to blend in with distant thunder. Jack found himself standing on a makeshift airstrip, mostly made of compact mud. Not the usual welcome one would expect. However, the Sambizie no longer appeal to proper "presentation", after all if someone is bold enough to attempt an asassingnation on Jack, far be it for the Sambizie to stand in the way.

A tiny jeep with a driver, passenger and a heavey set man, manning the 50 calibur appeared out of the thick of the jungle. Again, not your typical emmerates, but rather rouge-like men...mercenary's. The driver pulled the toothpick out of his mouth and tossed it on the ground just outside the jeep. He looked to Jack and stated, "Welcome your highness..or er..president..or whatever it is the hell they call you...Jump In...The Emperor must not be kept waiting..."

Brightman frowned, then got into the jeep. "This is all highly irregular, you know. My country holds yours in the highest esteem." He gripped the briefcase in his hand as his senior aide hung on, both almost flung out of the jeep as the driver heeled into the tightest turn imaginable.

"You'd better have a damn good representative waiting for us where we're going!" Brightman yelled over the roar of the engine.

The jeep drove for miles through the thickest jungle bush imaginable. After 15 minutes, the driver began to slow down. He turned over his shoulder quickly and stated to Jack, "Almost there Sir." Several minutes later the jeep pulled out into a small clearing. Up ahead was a huge cliff that disappeared into the tree canopy, with an entrance carved in. It looked small at first, but ot took another 5 minuts to reach the entrance.

The jeep continued through a long wide open tunnel. The inside was a hussle of activity to include what appeared to be aircraft hangers. The noses of land and aircraft peeked out of several hangers. But what was more impressive was the amount of troops that were present. Literal divisions of Legions stood at attention while others were marching in formation. They pulled up and stopped in front of what looked like a security check point. The jeep was instantly flanked by dozens of soldiers. The driver again leaned over in his seat and addressed Jack, "Don't bother talking to him, but he'll take you to the Emperor." Jast as the words left his lips, an Imperial Sovergn Protctorate Was awaiting Jack's exit from the jeep. It may of struck some as "odd", with the way the men in the jeep cowered within the presence of the complex.

The ISP escorted Jack to an elevator. The slow accent through the rock took 2 minutes, before the shaft became partial glass and reveiled one of Sambizie's oldest treasured secrets, The Potectrate Templels. Built within a crater, the temple complex and Imperial Palace line the inside walls. The lift stopped and the door opened behind them. The ISP pointed Jack through the door. A cooridor emptied out into a circular library of sorts.

From around a shelf, a man appeared...barley looked as if he was in his 40's. On his side, a finely crafted Elaraian blade with a greenish hue. "Mr. Brightman I presume?" "I am Emperor Mwto'ar Uganda, Please...please, come and sit." Mwto'ar led the way to a pair of very comfortable seats. "May I offer you anything before we get started?"

This is more like it. "No thank you, sir. Though my country owes you a great honor. You've been our most steadfast ally since the beginning." Jack Brightman offered magnaminously and, most unusually, from the heart. This wasn't a ploy, he really meant it. With a key and a combination lock, he opened the briefcase. "You might find this interesting, sir. A third generation Hammerhead design. We've decided that there's a lot of potential left and we're going to launch the prototypes soon.

"Beyond that, sir, my government and people sends their deepest and warmest regards. Though these... Developments are rather troubling to say the least, sir." Brightman sat down and waited politely.

Mwto'ar accepted the folder containing the the Hammerhead developments and without glansing at, he placed it on the small coffee table between them. "Troubling indeed", he stated in response to Brightman's statement. Mwot'ar took a deep breath and looked Brightman into his eyes,

"Before our nations start any new ventures, there are a few things you should know friend. It is I that feel sorry for this last incident on many levels. I cannot even to begin to explain the task our nations have ahead of us. You see Mr. Brightman...umong the dead were two Adejaani Nationals. Though the bodies were severly damaged...we were only able to contain DNA samples of the corpses. I regret this incident as much as any soul alive, for it it is a direct assult against the streangth of our alligence.

Many years ago friend, our people fought to death against a horrible species. But as the years passed on, the Sambizie pressed onward. The Imperial flag of the Sambizie Empire now fly over every planets capitol withing the GZNRII System. Your people Mr. Brightman, have been granted certain ammunitis against Sambizie Law and Order throughout these past many years. Your citizens that reside on Siesana have been relitively peaceful, but as with any nation, they make up a precentage of the populas, thus a precentage of our crime. Your people have reletively gone unpunished for minor infractions..as have ours. But..this latest attack against the Empire, is a direct assult against our patriotism. Journalist may be free to film "their" troops getting attacked in your nation, but they will be excuted here. The mandate has been ordered Mr. Brightman, as long as your people live within the Empire, they will obide by our rulership. Let us get past this test of our loyalities and to move on to brighter days."

Mwto'ar looked at the perplexed look on Brightman's face, but did not expect a response, as he himself had no easy answer to this problem.

"Mr. Brightman, I'm sorry if this all comes as a suprise. But you must remember, the Empire's Core Worlds are a long ways from here. It is a different time, and a different place free of the common laws and practices of many Sol inhabitants. Our Empire's were once divided...but today will mark the end of that chapter in Sambizie history."

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Just as Mwto'ar concluded his statement to Jack Brightman, the rooms lights flickered for a split second as the structure wen't onto emergency power. Throughout the Unified Nation of the Sambizie Peace Keepers, electrical and power grids began to systematically shutdown. Around the same time, national communications on all levels were silenced. It would only be a matter of a few minutes before Jack got word on what was happening. Within a matter of hours the Fleets final position will be established over the UNSPK...

Tag. Will post better later.

Brightman swallowed and gripped the edge of the table tight enough to have his knuckles become white. He had absolutely no guidance on what to do... Nor a grasp of the situation. "Sir, our nations have been friends for longer than either of us can count. We have willingly followed you charging into the face of death. Countless numbers of our citizens and officers have died, our blood mingling together on the battlefields.

"Whatever it is you wish of us within reason... We shall do. We are comrades in arms to the very last."

"Intresting," a young aide said, looking at the message on the computer screen. She was working for Sandy Cohen, the Imitoran Secretary of State, who looked over his shoulder. He wrinkled his nose, reading the tiny print. "It says the message can't go through?"

He nodded. "That sounds like a communications black out. Not good, considering we haven't talked to these guys in forever, and when they do come back, we still cant talk to them." He walked over to his desk, and picked up his phone. "Hey, Ryan. Sandy. I need you to get me a few satalite overflights of UNSPK, see what you can find. Alright, thanks."

The aide looked up. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking were about to start moving troops around again."

Mwto'ar saw the tension in Brightman's face, and proceeded to pour him a glass of Elarian Ale, a favorite amongst brothers. "Please, drink this", Mwto'ar said calmly. He handed the glass to Bightman and with the other hand, he placed it on Brightman's shoulder...

"Forgive me Mr. Brightman, but the intergredy of our nations is not at question. It is more of a "political" barrier. Our politics, practices, and procedures are miles away from yours. Does this mean the Sambizie won't march along side Adejaani...? No..above all worldly politics, we are still brothers. What I seek is a plan and solution to help ease the political tension among our citizens. We need to find common ground in which our citizens can politically express themselves without resulting in death. I would say, the task is your beast to burdon friend as the Sambizie have no political freedoms.

As Mwto'ar concluded his sentence, a heavely armed Legioneer approached the two. He saluted Mwto'ar and from under his helmet in an almost deep, robotic voice he stated, "Master..It is time..we must move now." The Emperor figured he had shaken Mr. Brightman enough and decided to cut the meeting short. "I apologise, but I must conclude this meeting Mr. Brightman. If you would please follow me..." Mwto'ar stood up and the three walked through a corridor which lead to an underground hanger. There..several hundred small ships and shuttles were lining the rails. Over an automated intercom message...the same message repeated over and over in the native Sambizie tongue. Whatever it was...things were defenitely getting busy...Mwto'ar grabed Jacks hand firmly and looked him into the eyes one last time, "Fear not friend..the Sambizie will forever be hear and in the after-life for your great nation...We will get through this."

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The 13th, 15th, and 21st Imperial War Fleets stood ready to disengage fluidic drivers on que. Elements of 18th, 5th, and 66th Demon Fleets were breaching Sol space at this moment to rondeveu with the already existing ships over Sambizie space. Global satallites have been realligned and have locked onto several points of interest...

"Whatever it is, the man's weary and somewhat rattled." He'd gone from the plane directly to a helicopter and then a car. He had barely rested during the trip back and looked decidedly haggard.

"So what does it mean?" The Third Archon asked and went to the window.

"I'll tell you what it means." The Second Archon said peevishly. "They're Communists." Everyone in the room stared at him. "Don't you see, they are Communists in effect, if not in name. Emperor Uganda had ruled without ever having faced an election."

"And..." The First Archon began as he leaned back, steepling his fingers, "the best way for a Communist State to quell dissent at home is to focus on a common enemy. Even a war. It would certainly make sense, considering these major Fleet movements."

The Third Archon went back to the table. "I'm not entirely convinced, though... It seems to all point in that direction. What can we do about it, though? If they truly wish to wage war, we cannot stop them."

"Nor... Can we support them." The First Archon muttered. "We'll wait and see what happens. If they are indeed on the warpath... We may have lost our only true friends..."

Brightman found himself uneasy at the pause and looked to the other person in the room, the Second Archon and member of the Triumvirate Leadership of Adejaani. "And you, sir? What do you say?"

"Oh..." The Second Archon muttered. "At least put you military chaps on alert. We might have to move quickly. And recall Admiral Granger. If this is as insane as we believe, she might be the only one that can reason with him... Or lead us into the biggest conflict we've ever faced..."

Shortly after Brightman's depature, Mwto'ar emerged under full guard on the temple steps. He drew Elarian Blade from his side, placed the tip into the ground and knelt bowing his head. He remained like that until his one of escorts stated, "Master, his shuttle has cleared Sambizie. Mwto'ar stood up and stated, "Commence operations..." Mwto'ar bent over, grabbing a handfull dirt and placing it carefully in finely woven sack. He held the sack above his head for all to see, "Let this be all that remains of of our children gone astray!" He spit at the ground and cursed it in the native Sambizie tongue.

Several minutes later, the first wave of the Sambizie Imperial Regements began to arrive. The sky blackened, and the combined noise of the various Capitol LV's entering the atomosphere was defening. All over the UNSPK, people's heads turned to the skies. Televisions, radio, and anybody who carried Sambizie broadcasts throughout APTO recieved the following message:

Effective immediately..The Unified Nation of Sambizie Peacekeepers is once again under Imperial Rulership. ANY nations/s currently holding interest within the UNSPK are ordered to vacate the UNSPK...YOU have 48hrs to comply. CERFEW is in effect begining at 1500hrs. Violators will be shot on site..Your homes WILL be subject to search. ALL foreign traffic within Sambizie territories is hearby SIEZED....*message repeats*