NationStates Jolt Archive

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Mature and sane comments only please. No crap. Thank you.

And yes, MS has always had magazines of nudity, for Armed forces officers, mostly. Anyway, this is just basically a step on the way to a movement more towards the glorification of the aryan/anglo-saxon ideals of beauty and civilization.


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With the approval of the Czar, after he saw the first issue, for his eyes only, he agreed to let the magazine be mass produced and sold for domestic use only, no foreign exportation of the April 2005 issue would be allowed. The penalty would be death.

Also the SRGIO and DISDB would be making sure no pictures of the Czarina were sent over the Internet. The pictures would only be kept in Mississippi and the Federated Commonwealth.

The magazine, "RG Times" which sells about 5,000,000 copies per month, primarily to the 300,000 officers in the RG, SRG, and RGISA, and their families and some enlisted men has announced that sales of the 10-dollar April 2005 issue topped 400,000,000. They sold more magazines in one month than they had in the last 5 years.

The Czarina, was clearly pictured in the magazine, in various poses, some partially nude, some fully nude. One of the pictures involved her lying on the Czar's favorite bearskin rug, another, lying stretched out on the desk in his office.

The Czarina, Alice Fabus, commented on her posing for the magazine, saying, “They told me they wanted the ideal of Mississippian feminine beauty, and that explains why they came to me first.”

The Czar commented on the matter, saying, “What can I say, Alice is a beautiful woman and is the personification of our ideal of the beauty of white civilization and white womanhood. No, I’m not upset with her for posing like that, she wanted to, it wasn’t anything too serious, and it’s not like she’d walk around like that in public, besides, the magazine has featured nude women in every issue… Indeed, since they were searching for the ideal of Mississippian beauty, it was just a matter of time before they asked Alice to pose…”

Noblemen all across Mississippi have asked the magazine company if there will be any further issues with the Czarina, the magazine company, after asking the Czarina, informed the nobles and other inquirers, that the answer is “no”, and that the Czarina’s posing was primarily a gift for the Czar since she knew he subscribed to the magazine which normally just contains tactics and stories about various RG battles, a sort of “Solider of Fortune” magazine.

(OOC: Would foreign diplomats stationed in MS be able to look at this magazine? If so, I'll post my ambassador making an IC comment.)

(OOC: Would foreign diplomats stationed in MS be able to look at this magazine? If so, I'll post my ambassador making an IC comment.)


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If they try to export it, 1) they won't be successful (online is being clamped down and monitored) (and they can't physically get it out) 2) they'd be hanged.

But yes, they personally can see it, and comment, but nobody physically outside of MS will ever see it.

(OOC: Okay, thanks. :))

IC:

Dear Czarina,

I saw your recent pin-ups in RG Officers magazines, and I must say, I do not recall ever beholding a woman as lovely as yourself. Being happily married, you needn't worry, I'm not trying to flirt. Moreover, I wouldn't want the Czar to...well, anyway. I was wondering if you would autograph my copy of the magazine? It will never leave Mississippian soil, of course.
Take care.

Sincerely,
Dr. Francisco Salazar Ugarte (RB's ambassador to MS)

"The Czarina is indeed THE perfect model of aryan anglo saxon beauty, I am i fully certain of this."
Comments by the emperor at an arranged questions period, although it is blatantly obvious that the emperor is again indulging in other's ego's.

(OOC: Okay, thanks. :))

IC:

Dear Czarina,

I saw your recent pin-ups in RG Officers magazines, and I must say, I do not recall ever beholding a woman as lovely as yourself. Being happily married, you needn't worry, I'm not trying to flirt. Moreover, I wouldn't want the Czar to...well, anyway. I was wondering if you would autograph my copy of the magazine? It will never leave Mississippian soil, of course.
Take care.

Sincerely,
Dr. Francisco Salazar Ugarte (RB's ambassador to MS)



Dear doctor,

In answer to your question, yes, I am willing to autograph the magazine. I must also say, thank you for your comments. And don't worry, Roger isn't really the jealous type, he knows I love him and would never stray from him.

Czarina Alice Fabus

Dear doctor,

In answer to your question, yes, I am willing to autograph the magazine. I must also say, thank you for your comments. And don't worry, Roger isn't really the jealous type, he knows I love him and would never stray from him.

Czarina Alice Fabus

Thank you, ma'am. Your disposition is as lovely as yourself.

-Dr. Salazar

"My embassy told me about this. I'm a tad curious, Alice-why? Isn't it rather odd for the leader of a major country to be posing for sex magazines? Meh, just my opinion, but, good show anyway. (If I only I could get Yuna to do that...)"

Kaiser Alec Mannerheim

"Interesting news reports out of DA. Your people must have some strange ideas of what beauty is Roger."-The Great Leader Li.

Meanwhile, in the Rosian Embassy in Mississippi:

Yes, the new issue came out! Oh yeah... giggedy giggedy giggedy... said Quagmire, the Rosian Ambassador.

((OOC: I couldn't resist! XD))

"My embassy told me about this. I'm a tad curious, Alice-why? Isn't it rather odd for the leader of a major country to be posing for sex magazines? Meh, just my opinion, but, good show anyway. (If I only I could get Yuna to do that...)"

Kaiser Alec Mannerheim


"I really don't think it is, there is no so such thing as a sex magazine, you will not find a single solitary magazine in the Mississippian Federation which shows anything that resembles a sex act. There are about three, if I recall, three, magazines in the entire Federation, which are licensed and authorized to have pictures of nudity, the RG Officer's magazine is one of them. It is not a sex magazine since the main point is issues important to the Republican Guard."

Czarina Alice Fabus

"Interesting news reports out of DA. Your people must have some strange ideas of what beauty is Roger."-The Great Leader Li.



"All I heard was, 'destroy us now' because I know I didn't hear an insult against my wife... Or did you freak show, what are you, some lizard pile of shit?"

Czar Roger Fabus

"Interesting news reports out of DA. Your people must have some strange ideas of what beauty is Roger."-The Great Leader Li.

If by 'strange' you mean exceedingly good taste, then, yes, the Czar's ideas are strange indeed. How dare an insolent cur as you insult such a strikingly gorgeous lady!

-Dr. Salazar

"I really don't think it is, there is no so such thing as a sex magazine, you will not find a single solitary magazine in the Mississippian Federation which shows anything that resembles a sex act. There are about three, if I recall, three, magazines in the entire Federation, which are licensed and authorized to have pictures of nudity, the RG Officer's magazine is one of them. It is not a sex magazine since the main point is issues important to the Republican Guard."

Czarina Alice Fabus

"Okay, perhaps I misspoke. Still odd that you'd pose for an officers' magazine, though. You, the Czarina."

-Kaiser Alec Mannerheim

What if people self-abuse themselves while looking at this picture. It seems that these pictures are supposed to cause that.

Czar Sam Fabus

"All I heard was, 'destroy us now' because I know I didn't hear an insult against my wife... Or did you freak show, what are you, some lizard pile of shit?"

Czar Roger Fabus


The Emperial Goverment feels the Tsar's copious amount of threats will likely get him into trouble.

"Okay, perhaps I misspoke. Still odd that you'd pose for an officers' magazine, though. You, the Czarina."

-Kaiser Alec Mannerheim



"It was mostly for Roger, since he subscribes to that magazine, since he spent three years of his life as an officer in the Republican Guard."

Czarina Alice Fabus

What if people self-abuse themselves while looking at this picture. It seems that these pictures are supposed to cause that.

Czar Sam Fabus



"We've already told them, via the preachers, in the sermons, not to do it. If they do, they're on their way to hell, that's all we can do, we've done all we can. People are supposed to get a sense of the ideal of beauty, not some perverted lusts, from such pictures, that what is intended for, nothing else."


Czarina Alice Fabus

Meanwhile, as this was happening, Grigori Illyanovich Stoyanovich heard about this. The Czarina? Nude pictures? Well, as long as the Czar is cool with it, I am.

He then saw it, and said, "Hmmm............not bad."

If by 'strange' you mean exceedingly good taste, then, yes, the Czar's ideas are strange indeed. How dare an insolent cur as you insult such a strikingly gorgeous lady!

-Dr. Salazar

I know, watch your words Li, the Czarina is a very beautiful woman, and indeed, to quote the good doctor, I have never beholden such a beautful woman as her.

Grigori Illyanovich Stoyanovich
Ambassador to MS
Demopublic of Upper Xen

"Alice is blonde. We have 300 blondes in MP. Most are zoo animals."-The Great Leader Li.

As Dr. Salazar pored over documents containing scores of information on RB-Mississippian relations, current affairs in the two nations, and other tidbits which would interest only a devoutly devoted diplomat, one of the embassy workers, a pimple-faced, meek, bespectacled young man with an acquiline nose and an ill-fitting uniform, stealthily sneaked into Salazar's office, silently, ever so silently, took the magazine, and sneaked out. He returned to his own office and turned on the fax machine. Being a daring fellow, he often did foolish things "just for the hell of it." He wondered what would happen if he sent copies to anyone abroad? He didn't know. Whatever would happen, wouldn't be good.

Which, of course, made doing it all the more tempting.

"Alice is blonde. We have 300 blondes in MP. Most are zoo animals."-The Great Leader Li.

Zoo animals!? You Lizards are barbarians.......

Grigori Illyanovich Stoyanovich
Ambassador to MS
Demopublic of Upper Xen

Li, nevermind what this guy is saying, he hates Lizards.......Greg, calm down.

Taira Yuna
Sec. of State
Demopublic of Upper Xen

As Dr. Salazar pored over documents containing scores of information on RB-Mississippian relations, current affairs in the two nations, and other tidbits which would interest only a devoutly devoted diplomat, one of the embassy workers, a pimple-faced, meek, bespectacled young man with an acquiline nose and an ill-fitting uniform, stealthily sneaked into Salazar's office, silently, ever so silently, took the magazine, and sneaked out. He returned to his own office and turned on the fax machine. Being a daring fellow, he often did foolish things "just for the hell of it." He wondered what would happen if he sent copies to anyone abroad? He didn't know. Whatever would happen, wouldn't be good.

Which, of course, made doing it all the more tempting.



Ooc- Bad idea...


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As soon as the SRGIO spy equipment detected what was being sent, they jammed the transmission and stopped it, then began the tracking, within seconds they had figured out it had originated from the Roach Busters embassy. Immediately the alarm was raised at the nearest SRG base and the SRGIO directed them to send a platoon to the embassy in question, and peacefully ask for the doctor to be sent out, to be arrested and fined, not executed, since the Czar was feeling merciful. But if they had to, they'd get him out with force.

Ooc- Bad idea...


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As soon as the SRGIO spy equipment detected what was being sent, they jammed the transmission and stopped it, then began the tracking, within seconds they had figured out it had originated from the Roach Busters embassy. Immediately the alarm was raised at the nearest SRG base and the SRGIO directed them to send a platoon to the embassy in question, and peacefully ask for the doctor to be sent out, to be arrested and fined, not executed, since the Czar was feeling merciful. But if they had to, they'd get him out with force.

The young man grew increasingly frustrated over the malfunctioning fax machine. What the hell? We just got this thing fixed last week, he thought. He tried again. Same result.
Something out of the corner of his eye immediately caught his attention: a platoon of Mississippian soldiers approaching the embassy.
He looked around, searching for any means of escape.
None. He was trapped.
Shit.

From the Desk of Ambassador Coen Troda

I have looked through this issue and of course found the articles very interesting as well as the other content (Which seemed to be the main selling point) to be very surprising. I am surprised that, as undoubtedly beautiful that she may be, the Czarina would expose herself in such a manner and through this outlet.

In my personal opinion an exquisite figure such as the Czarina's belongs on a canvas rather than in a magazine. However I wish the best to you and the Czar.

Ambassador
Coen Troda
[The Empire of Avadria]

"Whore!"

A Random Halladi Interviewed in The People's Victory Square, Erse, Hallad

To the Czarina:

From Ambassador to the Mississippians, Lord Rostam Shajarian:

Your highness, though I do indeed respect your decision to do as you wish, I don't think that perhaps you should act in such a manner. I myself have royal blood in my veins, and in Parthia, it is normally not expected for a Lady of your stature to provide such, "artistic expression" for their subjects. Please understand, I have great respect for your majesty and whatever your culture will allow for.

-Lord Rostam Shajarian

From the Desk of Ambassador Coen Troda

I have looked through this issue and of course found the articles very interesting as well as the other content (Which seemed to be the main selling point) to be very surprising. I am surprised that, as undoubtedly beautiful that she may be, the Czarina would expose herself in such a manner and through this outlet.

In my personal opinion an exquisite figure such as the Czarina's belongs on a canvas rather than in a magazine. However I wish the best to you and the Czar.

Ambassador
Coen Troda
[The Empire of Avadria]



"We've already got a few paintings of the Czarina, but paintings are really for the upper classes, we didn't think non-nobles were fit to gaze upon the paintings. But we couldn't very well deny everybody a chance to see the Czarina's beauty, could we? Also, we thank you for your kind remarks."

Czar Roger Fabus

Perhaps the Czarina will consent to posing (clothed), for a calendar, featuring the great beauties and representatives of all nations...

-Doctor (PhD) B.F. Strauss
Special Advisor to the Triumvirate Leadership of Adejaani

Perhaps the Czarina will consent to posing (clothed), for a calendar, featuring the great beauties and representatives of all nations...

-Doctor (PhD) B.F. Strauss
Special Advisor to the Triumvirate Leadership of Adejaani



"Yes, she would certainly be willing to do that. I'll go make sure though."

Czar Roger Fabus

The young man grew increasingly frustrated over the malfunctioning fax machine. What the hell? We just got this thing fixed last week, he thought. He tried again. Same result.
Something out of the corner of his eye immediately caught his attention: a platoon of Mississippian soldiers approaching the embassy.
He looked around, searching for any means of escape.
None. He was trapped.
Shit.

Dr. Salazar glanced out the window and observed the platoon as well. Remaining calm, he took a deep breath, quietly walked down to the first floor, stepped out of the main entrance, and said casually, "May I help you gentlemen?"

Dr. Salazar glanced out the window and observed the platoon as well. Remaining calm, he took a deep breath, quietly walked down to the first floor, stepped out of the main entrance, and said casually, "May I help you gentlemen?"


Four men walked up and stopped about thirty feet from him, raising their MP-5s, not at him, but just a bit off the ground, the threat of them being raised further, ever present. One man said, "Sir, please come with us, we have reasons to believe you attempted to broadcast material out of the nation not allowed to be broadcasted..."

Four men walked up and stopped about thirty feet from him, raising their MP-5s, not at him, but just a bit off the ground, the threat of them being raised further, ever present. One man said, "Sir, please come with us, we have reasons to believe you attempted to broadcast material out of the nation not allowed to be broadcasted..."

Not knowing what they were talking about, Dr. Salazar saw no reason to be alarmed. He shrugged and said, "Very well." He approached the soldiers.

"Yes, she would certainly be willing to do that. I'll go make sure though."

Czar Roger Fabus

OOC: You want to set this up? You've got more credibility, respect and visibility than I do. The idea's from the old NS calendar... :p

IC: Excellent... We are not sure who to contact, or who shall participate. Nevertheless... We shall be in touch.

-Doctor (PhD) B.F. Strauss
Special Advisor to the Triumvirate Leadership of Adejaani

OOC: One-time pads are unbreakable except maybe by throwing more computing power at them than currently exists between the world's various Intelligence Agencies, and even then it wouldn't be done in any sane amount of time. Aside from that...there are other encryption layers for my embassy main system

Jackson City
Mississippian Commonwealth

"You know, this is a very nice piece of work," the Weyrean ambassador considered the picture for a while. Maybe finally getting out of the Weyrean compound had been a good idea. He wanted to buy the magazine, but then again, it would probably get confiscated by the bastards at the gate. His guard were capable of taking on the Mississippian inbreds, but...he had orders not to cause an incident. He considered the magazine illustration. The Tzarina was quite beautiful, really...

"Right, can we go now?" his cultural attaché inquired tersely. "Pretty woman, yeah. I'll buy you tickets to the Tankard once we get back."

He still tipped his hat to the person selling the magazines in question, and left the price -- it wasn't a library, after all. Weyrean tradition forced payment for use of property.

****

Weyrean Diplomatic Compound
Jackson City
Mississippian Commonwealth

He liked drawing, at times. It helped keep his mind off things -- like how a Weyrean more or less willingly ended up in fascist state. That he was drawing the Tzarina hadn't become apparent until he finished the sketch on his rod-logic persCom, disconnected from all external feeds as per regulation, incapable of sending or receiving any transmissions. Photoshop really was a beautiful thing. He wondered, what to do with it. A memento, nothing more. His cultural attaché dropped off a stack of papers.

The real offices were in the depths of the compound, away from windows and with vent systems that made slight ambient noises and twisted and wound to prevent bugs. Personal radios kept up a constant stream of music to deter the millions of Weyrs' worth of bugs that the locals had probably poured into the walls. That a Weyrean persCom gave off none of the traceable magnetic signatures associated with more traditional computers was a benefit very few really took into account. Rod logic really was a beautiful thing.

"Someone's obsessed," the attaché chuckled, noticing the picture. "Might as well send it out." The Weyrean embassy in Mississippi employed no locals -- the security risk was deemed to high. Screening, and the fact that those in Weyr following a one-God religion were kept out of the Diplomatic Service's foreign directorate, was just an additional layer.

The ambassador logged into the secure server at the heard of the embassy structure to check the evening's traffic. But before that he encrypted his outgoing transmission. A pair of keys, a fingerprint check, and a pass code opened the safe built into his desk. He selected the half-day's code disk, used only by him, inserted it into the old CD drive. Encrypted once, he shoved in another disk, encrypted the data again. Each code disk was an electronic one-time pad, obtained from background radiation hitting Terra. The server would use its own brand of encryption. The two disks also existed in copy at Central, in possession of the Consul-General Josiah Willard Gibbs himself. There were only two disks in existence, ever. The Diplomatic service made sure of that. Its staff could not be bribed, or intimidated. The ambassador brought in the disks into a nation in a diplomatic pouch handcuffed to his arm. Once done, he walked over and shoved the disks into a microwave, then shredded them.

Forty two minutes later, the server at central locked onto the Weyrean commSat via an antenna dish on the roof, and sent a quantum-encrypted data burst.

OOC: One-time pads are unbreakable except maybe by throwing more computing power at them than currently exists between the world's various Intelligence Agencies, and even then it wouldn't be done in any sane amount of time. Aside from that...there are other encryption layers for my embassy main system

Jackson City
Mississippian Commonwealth

"You know, this is a very nice piece of work," the Weyrean ambassador considered the picture for a while. Maybe finally getting out of the Weyrean compound had been a good idea. He wanted to buy the magazine, but then again, it would probably get confiscated by the bastards at the gate. His guard were capable of taking on the Mississippian inbreds, but...he had orders not to cause an incident. He considered the magazine illustration. The Tzarina was quite beautiful, really...

"Right, can we go now?" his cultural attaché inquired tersely. "Pretty woman, yeah. I'll buy you tickets to the Tankard once we get back."

He still tipped his hat to the person selling the magazines in question, and left the price -- it wasn't a library, after all. Weyrean tradition forced payment for use of property.

****

Weyrean Diplomatic Compound
Jackson City
Mississippian Commonwealth

He liked drawing, at times. It helped keep his mind off things -- like how a Weyrean more or less willingly ended up in fascist state. That he was drawing the Tzarina hadn't become apparent until he finished the sketch on his rod-logic persCom, disconnected from all external feeds as per regulation, incapable of sending or receiving any transmissions. Photoshop really was a beautiful thing. He wondered, what to do with it. A memento, nothing more. His cultural attaché dropped off a stack of papers.

The real offices were in the depths of the compound, away from windows and with vent systems that made slight ambient noises and twisted and wound to prevent bugs. Personal radios kept up a constant stream of music to deter the millions of Weyrs' worth of bugs that the locals had probably poured into the walls. That a Weyrean persCom gave off none of the traceable magnetic signatures associated with more traditional computers was a benefit very few really took into account. Rod logic really was a beautiful thing.

"Someone's obsessed," the attaché chuckled, noticing the picture. "Might as well send it out." The Weyrean embassy in Mississippi employed no locals -- the security risk was deemed to high. Screening, and the fact that those in Weyr following a one-God religion were kept out of the Diplomatic Service's foreign directorate, was just an additional layer.

The ambassador logged into the secure server at the heard of the embassy structure to check the evening's traffic. But before that he encrypted his outgoing transmission. A pair of keys, a fingerprint check, and a pass code opened the safe built into his desk. He selected the half-day's code disk, used only by him, inserted it into the old CD drive. Encrypted once, he shoved in another disk, encrypted the data again. Each code disk was an electronic one-time pad, obtained from background radiation hitting Terra. The server would use its own brand of encryption. The two disks also existed in copy at Central, in possession of the Consul-General Josiah Willard Gibbs himself. There were only two disks in existence, ever. The Diplomatic service made sure of that. Its staff could not be bribed, or intimidated. The ambassador brought in the disks into a nation in a diplomatic pouch handcuffed to his arm. Once done, he walked over and shoved the disks into a microwave, then shredded them.

Forty two minutes later, the server at central locked onto the Weyrean commSat via an antenna dish on the roof, and sent a quantum-encrypted data burst.


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Oh sorry, guess you didn't read about how my nation works with foreign satellites...


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As the satellite was detected attempting to communicate with Mississippian based structures, it became the target of a Mississippian anti-satellite missile system, and six missiles were immediately fired against it, as jamming signals were put out to keep it from doing anything against or over Mississippian territory, since MS had long made it known it would not tolerate such actions.



Ooc- Sorry for the quick post, I'll post a bit in a while, dinner and such, so please don't reply until I get my next post in. It'll be good. Thank you.

OOC: (1) Shooting down satellites that are over international waters, and that I was assuming was clear I had been using for a while, is kinda...strange. Even then, space is generally considered to be INTERNATIONAL regarding things such as comms satellites. (2) Good luck hitting it.

OOC: (1) Shooting down satellites that are over international waters, and that I was assuming was clear I had been using for a while, is kinda...strange. Even then, space is generally considered to be INTERNATIONAL regarding things such as comms satellites. (2) Good luck hitting it.


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We've made it clear, we will shoot down any and all satellites (with compensation provided) that we are 100% certain are "up to no good", now I'll be back in like 1-4 hours.

OOC: You shoot down anything attempting to send or receive a signal from Mississippi? This -would- include other states' GPS, navigation, survey, weather, and civilian stats, you understand, I hope. Anyways...there are several instances of me using satellite for embassy-to-central traffic in prior threads. Why you would decide to shoot THIS one down is beyond me, but...

Please no infiltration of my embassy. Were you not such an ideological extreme, it would have been fully possible. Right now, maybe a low-key staff worker who was threatened on the street, which would probably result in a transfer anyway since his/her attitude change would get noticed after a few days, and would result in MAJOR complaints if it were done repeatedly.

OOC: You shoot down anything attempting to send or receive a signal from Mississippi? This -would- include other states' GPS, navigation, survey, weather, and civilian stats, you understand, I hope. Anyways...there are several instances of me using satellite for embassy-to-central traffic in prior threads. Why you would decide to shoot THIS one down is beyond me, but...

Please no infiltration of my embassy. Were you not such an ideological extreme, it would have been fully possible. Right now, maybe a low-key staff worker who was threatened on the street, which would probably result in a transfer anyway since his/her attitude change would get noticed after a few days, and would result in MAJOR complaints if it were done repeatedly.


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Then you were godmodding in other threads, I've made it clear I don't let satellites of foreign nations operate into my nation. (They would have been shot down)

And yes, I can shoot them down. Nobody rose hell when Axis Nova shot down over 100 of my satellites, but when I try to down 1, then folks like Iuthia come out of the woodwork with their opinions nobody asked for. Anyway, I am not going to post right now, I have a major headache and I don't feel like posting anything, and I may not even be on the rest of the weekend, I will post as soon as I can sit down and get something decent going. Sorry if this inconveniences you.


Let me also add, it's clear nobody gives a darn that I don't like my threads becoming messes of OOC debates. So I don't even know why I still post here, nobody respects when I ask to be TGed or IMed with OOC. I just don't get it, why can't you honor legitimate requests?

And yes, I can shoot them down. Nobody rose hell when Axis Nova shot down over 100 of my satellites, but when I try to down 1, then folks like Iuthia come out of the woodwork with their opinions nobody asked for. Anyway, I am not going to post right now, I have a major headache and I don't feel like posting anything, and I may not even be on the rest of the weekend, I will post as soon as I can sit down and get something decent going. Sorry if this inconveniences you.
OOC: You generally cite things like this... people godmodded against you therefore you can godmod against everyone else in the damn game. Unfortunately, it doesnt work like that. If AN godmods then shout him down. That's what happened when he decided he could just shoot down any ICBM ever launched by anyone and he was forced to get the thread deated. ASATs are like nukes - they need to get into space and deliver a warhead, but this time they have to deliver it to such a huge degree of accuracy and whilst everything is moving that things are even more difficult... so an ASAT could easily cost $100,000,000. Add to this that most nations with any sense use their ABM networks to defend their sats and your policy is very unlikely to work...

@Zepplin Manufacturers: That post is amazing and should be posted as a seperate thread. People on NS really, on the whole, know nothing about sats.

OOC: They you should have said so in the first place, back wehn I first used them. It -is- a bad idea to shoot down other people's satellites but...we'll leave that for another thread. I can use the indigenous Mississippian network for the same purpose. Satellites are a dime a dozen, well...not really...but for Weyr it's not a big loss. *Edits post*

>>>Connection lost
>>>Rerouting along indigenous landline
>>>Route complete
>>>Disconnecting...

The server lost connection, as the satellite was blown from the sky. Molecular gears clicked into place. It hooked into the local data network, after disconnecting from every persCom in the embassy, and sent the same databurst as before, save that it took it a bit longer.

OOC: You generally cite things like this... people godmodded against you therefore you can godmod against everyone else in the damn game. Unfortunately, it doesnt work like that. If AN godmods then shout him down. That's what happened when he decided he could just shoot down any ICBM ever launched by anyone and he was forced to get the thread deated. ASATs are like nukes - they need to get into space and deliver a warhead, but this time they have to deliver it to such a huge degree of accuracy and whilst everything is moving that things are even more difficult... so an ASAT could easily cost $100,000,000. Add to this that most nations with any sense use their ABM networks to defend their sats and your policy is very unlikely to work...

@Zepplin Manufacturers: That post is amazing and should be posted as a seperate thread. People on NS really, on the whole, know nothing about sats.


Ooc- That's just it, anti-satellite weapons are legitimate, and I accept them as such, but then nobody accepts it when I try to use legitimate weapons legitimate. This is the last OOC post I will make or tolerate in this thread. I am going to sleep because I am not well, when I rise in the near future (4-12 hours), I will except to see no further OOC posts here. Furthermore, if you persist in making OOC posts when I've asked you not to, I will report it as spamming. I have made myself clear, a thousand times made plain, TG or IM.

The strict prohibition on taking the magazine would have been a big problem. And so, no Callisdrunian could find a way to bring the magazine out. Not the magazine itself, that is. However, a young Embassy secretary, Lars, happened to be an art major, and, seemingly as compensation for his complete lack of social skills (the reason why he was a secretary, and not a more important position), allergies, large nose and problems with acne, he was gifted with a photographic memory.

Now, Lars had come across the magazine the previous day. He had also been made fully aware of the consequences of taking the magazine out of Mississippi, as had everyone in the embassy. However, his stint in the embassy ended that week, and as he gazed at the picture in thought (he wasn't particularly aroused by the picture of the Czarina, as he had a whole stack of issues of Succubi magazine under his bed), he realized that he wouldn't have to physically bring the magazine out of the embassy. No one in the embassy knew he had a photographic memory, or any talent for art. He went largely unnoticed. He thought on this as he stared at the picture for another hour, committing it to memory.

By sunday, he was back in Gothenburg, Callisdrun, making preliminary sketches. In less than a week, he had a work that looked almost photographic in quality, and was almost entirely accurate. As soon as he was done, he had friends over.

After learning of the actions by some on their staff, mainly the ambassador, the Czar decided he had no choice but to act. Immediately an entire brigade from a division assigned to garrison the embassy regions of Jackson City, was issued orders to surround the embassy and then hold positions while three platoons of MSAAS along with over two hundred police, including K-9 units, conducted a thorough search of the entire embassy.

Anybody in the embassy would surely notice all the noise as the over 144 T-98 tanks and 32 G-6 SPA were taking up positions around the embassy, grinding to a halt once they were in their appointed positions. Also the BMP-3s, over 500 of them, would be hard to miss. It was an entire mechanized infantry brigade supported by large elements of an armored brigade and a self-propelled artillery regiment.


The commander of the brigade, was trying to raise the ambassador and the commander of the embassy guard detail, which wasn't more than 20 men, on the radio. He knew they wouldn't put up a fight, totally surrounded as they were, and with over 12 Mi-24s on station to provide fire support if necessary.


The helicopters blades cut through the sky as they continued to circle around the area, not going directly over the embassy, but keeping a safe and as yet, unthreatening, distance.

The commander continued trying to raise them on the radio, he was going to politely but firmly, order them to stand down and let the embassy be searched for contraband.

Alphasi, Ambassador to Mississippi, stared out the window.

"What the -hell- is going on here?" he mumbled. Alphasi hastily took the stairs down to the bottom of the embassy, hurriedly exited and asked the guards at the gate;

"What is happening to the Weyrean embassy? What have they done?"

Satellites were funny things. They were reasonably cheap, especially when made of subpar materials. Of course, the Hack had its share of extremely advanced satellites, but it also had what were called "cardboard sats".

The sad truth was that they pretty much were made of cardboard. Of course, they were a little more durable, but they were certainly disposable satallites. The Hack had never intended to build this sort of thing, but it was a necessary evil, what with all the nations that seemed to have a fetish for shooting down satellites. There was still pride in their work, of course; even the disposables had the pin point resolution, they were just cheaper to toss into space, and no big loss when shot down.

They also carried no markings.

They were also used for 'barbaric' nations.

They were also currently all over the place above CM.

They also had good enough resolution to peer right in through a person's window.

...and they were always transmitting data.

The workers at the Brydog Embassy in Jackson City, loaded their handguns has safety measure. The Ambassador talks to the President about whats going on in Mississippi.

High over head, a single satellite watched the lands below. Its cameras were always on, and it caught something that had to be seen to be believed. Especially since Intelligence Division had been told to watch Weyr a little more closely. And now there was a Weyrian embassy surrounded by what looked to be an infantry brigade plus heavy support.

Which was ridiculous. That two hundred acres could've been just as easily taken by a quarter as many men and material. Except they were not taking it, just blockading it. It really was quite odd. The satellite continue taking footage and stills at its centimeter to pixel resolution.

Back deep within the Intelligence Division headquarters, reports from a number of sources were quickly being collected, and an absurd picture was coming together.

Of course, they knew of the extreme racism and the absurd role of women in the society, and they knew that the Weyrian obviously had to be trying to transmit or smuggle something out of the embassy. Probably transmit, since they had seen a satellite get torn apart.

But Cortana liked games, and she was head of ID, and so she sent some simple commands to the satellite. Firstly, its active defenses came online, and then it's drive, which slowed it, then moved it to a powered stationary orbit. And it sat there, defenses online, broadcasting its message in the clear, as the rest of the PA and HA satellite grid adjusted to accomodate the new positioning.

You may transmit unsecured data through me. You may transmit unsecured data through me. You may transmit...

Earth System Orbital 17, Thelasi Grid 2353 slowly floated over Decisive Action, the EA monitoring it nearly freaked out—or the electronic equivalent thereof—when it saw the in bound Sat-Kill missiles, but milliseconds later, the Electronic Awareness determined that the missiles were targeting something else, and it went back to passive viewing.

You see, ESO 17 was one of fifty Thelasi orbital stations left behind after the Empire moved off of Earth, and took to the Stars, and as such, it wasn’t the newest, or best, orbital system in the fleet, but it still was serviceable. The satellite activated it’s gravity drives, and began positioning itself over Decisive Action. It sat, monitoring the space around it—including the ground—and watched for threats and so on.

The station was especially suspicious after seeing the Weyrian model blown to shreds, though it wasn’t sentient, the EA felt a pang of remorse, like one would feel for a dog that had been killed—it was a fellow computer after all.

ESO 17’s EA wasn’t worried about Satellite Killers, the station had enough defense guns, and armor to make it a pain in the ass to destroy, and also, the EA didn’t really care if the station was destroyed, it wasn’t really housed on any single one of the ESOs, rather, it was on all of them at the same time.

Going back to it’s mission, the satellite began to monitor the received transmissions, including what appeared to be half of an image that was being sent through a long range airborne internet system, [I]Even with half of this… eww… well, the techies will be glad to see this… and they’ll want the other half too…”

EDIT: Didn't coppy half of the last line

OOC:
(1) How do you know of ANYTHING that goes on within my embassy? As I said, you may have moles, but to find out within two hours' time of something sitting on a computer in an office normally not entered by others....well...I won't say any more. Either way, I’ willing to accept a minor spy within the general embassy staff if you’re willing to RP him/her.
(2) Weyr does subscribe to the Embassy == Foreign Sovereignty idea. Doesn't matter what you say regarding to this, Weyr would IC-ly view it as an overt act of aggression, especially since at the moment no one, including the ambassador, knows why you're threatening to break down the (open) embassy gate.
(3) If this does blow into a full war....well....it would be the stupidest war in history. Well...the embassy is lost anyway, whatever I may say IC-ly. Ball is in your court.
(4) For clarification, Grenadier armor has three build in pistols at each gauntlet. All but two have submachine guns. Two have rifles. I’ll produce the specs if you really want them..

Weyrean Embassy Compound
Jackson City
Mississippi

Ten minutes after incident

Defense Attaché and Captain of the small infantry platoon assigned to the embassy was just settling down for the night when the fire bell began to pound out the General Quarters code used aboard Service ships. She didn't need this, she muttered, amidst a constant stream of profanities, pulling on her work coverall. She knew the schedule for the drills; this wasn't the right time.

Ambassador, what's the deal?" she burst into the embassy's de-facto CIC, also known as the security room. Eyes flashing, turquoise hair seeming to glow beneath fluorescent lights, she looked like the proverbial witch from hell.

"Idiots've started something. First they blasted a commSat, now this. CommSat shouldn’t have been used in the first place -- must've been a bug in the code -- but this," he watched the two guard at the (still open) embassy gate stand there, seven feet of high-grade personal armor. That he had something to do with it never even crossed his mind.

"Sers, they're trying to contact us," the chief on station said suddenly, activating the speaker system.

"Fine. Tell them to fuck off. In fact, you do it." the Ambassador said after a moment.

"A pleasure," Jo grinned. The Defense Attaché picked up the mike. "Piss off. Either give us a reason to fucking let you in, or stay the fuck out."

"Nice," one of the Guard chuckled.

"Right. I want two teams at the gate," Jo suddenly tuned serious. "One by the roof. One here. You two, sweep the place for anyone not already in the residences. Ambassador, I suggest you start purging. Team to the gate, follow me.

***
Gate; Weyrean Embassy Compound
Jackson City
Mississippi

Fifteen minutes after incident

He watched the tanks rumble past his post. It wasn't a comforting thought to know that a Grenadier could survive a point-blank shot from a tank sabot. Corporal Greer had seen the hamburger mush that medics pulled from suits after those blasts. A suit could survive a direct impact. The person inside couldn't. He switched to amps. Infrared and millimeter-wave radar stabbed out into the early night, capturing the armed soldiers and tanks before him in sharp relief.

No machine gun is permitted regardless of caliber, only rifles (ie, Galil, M-16, G-36, etc) Only two of the guards may have rifles, the rest may have either pistols or sub-machine guns.

"How's life, corporal?" the Captain's voice cut through the grumble of tanks and chopper beats, seeming to sound within his own head. She was the only one carrying a real weapon; only two rifles were permitted under embassy regulations. Needle pistols, built into the suit gauntlets, and EMK-42 submachine guns were the only other weapon available. This made for seven EMK-42 submachine guns and two low-power rifles against over a hundred tanks.

"Not bad," Greer replied/ "Got a little party brewing."

"Right. I SAID IT ONCE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN. PRODUCE A DECENT REASON OR GET THE FUCK OUT," Jo blasted on her armor's external boomer. "Idiots." she hooked back into the platoon data net. To the outside world, she was just another Grenadier captain, green optical lenses seeming to glow with unearthly light as she surveyed the gathering forces, flanked by four of the eight soldiers under her command. Ten meters behind her was the main embassy structure, its wood and steel doors closed but not locked.

***

Diplomatic Service
Council Hall
Wye City
Central Pacific

"Twenty minutes ago, the Mississippian Commonwealth launched a first strike against one of our commSats over the Atlantic. There was a glitch in the new ware and the two tried to synch; it should've gone through a landline, but apparently they blocked that, too. CentCom decided it could've been a ballistic launch, so they alerted us immediately. Fifteen minutes ago we got Commonwealth forces around our embassy demanding entry." the officer on watch at the situation center quickly spoke, filling in the Consul-General on the situation. "We already have drafts of a response. The ambassador's got a tight beam microwave uplink. He says they can hold out, but...we're talking upwards of two hundred craft here. Six thousand soldiers. I have the Admiral running scenarios for extraction, but the best still places us at six hours."

"Good," the Consul-General Josiah Willard Gibbs nodded, meanwhile scanning the data streams coming up at the center of the amphitheater-like situation center. "Give me the draft. We'll issue it in…say...ten minutes. What's out sat coverage?"

"I have three geoStatics on passive watch. Two mobiles will be going into flyby in half an hour."

Gibbs wondered what could have made the Commonwealth do something as blatant as try and invade an embassy.

Satellites were always trained at potential hotspots, and Mississippi was only one of them. Passive arrays on three satellites sitting at the equator locked their cameras onto a single city within that state, giving off no transmissions. Only a high-powered camera might have been able to detect the little lenses thousands of kilometers above the planet surface.

To:Tzar Roger Fabus
From: Office of the Consul-General, Weyr

The Kingdom of Weyr finds your actions highly alarming, and requests a clarification of your intentions as to surrounding our embassy with a sizeable contingent of soldiers and demanding entry.

The Kingdom will not tolerate blatant threats to its diplomatic staff, and will consider the continuation of such threats to be an act of war against the Kingdom of Weyr and the United Weyrik Prefectures. The Kingdom will not be held responsible for damages incurred by the Commonwealth of Mississippi or any of its parts as a result of that state's current actions. The Kingdom further reserves the right to use all necessary means to safely extract its staff and peoples from the Mississippian Commonwealth of such action is deemed necessary.

Sincerely,
Josiah Willard Gibbs
Consul-General

Z.M.A.F. Enforcement Class Heavy Battle Station “Profit Margin”(1)


“WE HAVE CONFIRMED HOSTILE LAUNCH! I REPEAT HOSTILE LAUNCH!”

“Jesus Holy Christ on a aluminium crutch!” A shout rang out from somewhere in the battle station as the Fire control officer responded to what she saw.

The Fire control officer winced as she brought the pick up on one of the platforms IR telescopic cameras onto the command screen. Six I.R. trails were making there way skyward, behind them super heated gas could still be seen settling around the launch sites.

Captain Frank Jerome Johnson floated slowly back on his command chair in disbelief already typing out a series of commands on his console and access the stations PA.

“This is the captain, as of now we are at battle stations I repeat battle stations!”

Starring in horror he flicked open the fire control switch inserted his key and prepared to arm the stations weapons modules. Watching the missiles with a sort of sick horror he felt joy leap in his heart as one by one the tactical analysis programs identified the missiles course and construction as A-SATs.

“Find out what the hell are they could be shooting at” he snapped.

The female fire control officer shouted back “sir just a few more seconds!”

“Got it sir Weryian communications satellite sir the missiles are out of our range and that sat is about to be toast.”

Johnson swore and watched the monitor as the missiles made their approach to the satellite, he then grimaced as the spinning remains of communications satellite arced across the read out, each one plotted little red marks against the dark of the screen of new navigation hazards.

Sending an encoded point to point laser streaming text communications to central space command he summarised his situation.



To: Z.M.A.F. S-COM
From: Z.M.A.F. H.B.S. Profit Margin ID:394 AV

Six hostile launches detected, identified as A-SATs after 5 minutes 32 seconds, target Weryian communications satellite Z.M.A.F. space monitor command ID :A43AJ3993, Satellite destroyed. Will act in accordance to anti piracy and anti terrorism duties until further notice. Request further orders.

12 seconds later as he began plotting a new orbit he got his reply


To: Z.M.A.F. H.B.S. Profit Margin ID:394 AV
From: Z.M.A.F. S-COM

Orders as follows, suppress any further outgoing fire from hostile launch sites, send warning, situation is at your discretion. Refer to situation 20501 in your situation manual.

Generated and authorised by Air Marshall Carrie Peterson.


Stareing at the screen for a moment he then acted.

First he opened wide band radio communications with the projected launch sights.

“Unknown hostile launch sites this is the Z.M.A.F. heavy battle station “Profit Margin” you will immediately cease all active operations, you have fired upon civilian assets in neutral territory, I repeat, civilian assets, you will identify yourselves immediately and be warned that no further hostile launches will be tolerated ”



Snapping the communications closed he ordered a 3 minute burn to reposition the battle station over target even as the clear message “You may transmit unsecured data through me” began from a satellite above the target area.

Captain Johnson snarled, a sound that made everybody on the bridge shiver, “Find out what the hell those idiots are playing at down there ASAP! We have full access to the recon birds USE IT people!”


Outside the white hulls of the stations modules one by one the solar arrays folded away into ablative armoured sheaths, delicate communications and sensor systems that could be damaged where retracted back behind the faraday like cage of the stations structure. Then the entire structure juddered as the big main chemical rockets flared into life. Even as the gas flared out the stations weapons modules slid open, exposing racks of missiles, mini guns, satellite deployment systems, the barrels of kinetics deployment systems and at the corners of the stations rectangular structure the huge cooling finned framed flared muzzle of the stations four 800 Megawatt lasers.

Even as this happened in the distance dozens of smaller unmanned platforms were moving into support it, as even more kill satellites and SDI sats positioned themselves one by one to join the shifting orbits of the weapons the battle station serviced and controlled.


Meanwhile laser sound pick up systems began sleeting down over the entire of the nation in question, snippets of conversation bounced of a thousand windows snatched up by the now data hungry Space command staff as a dozen large hubble sized stealthy recon “birds” were repositioned to start very high definition observation of the entire country using mass, optical and deep radar scans. Every electromagnetic source from the common mobile phone to a military search radar on a fighter jet was logged even as the deep geological radar scans began highlighting every silo in the nation in question.

(1) http://www.deviantart.com/view/14860551/

All Embassy personnel were ordered to wear level IV armor and carry their firearms. This was Level-0 operational status,which is only ordered when a embassy is in a area of high threat. The gate was also locked. Sgt. Garring, the commander of the RGSDU that was assigned to the embassy order the Ambassor to go to a safe place in embassy until the threat was gone.

Satellites were funny things. They were reasonably cheap, especially when made of subpar materials. Of course, the Hack had its share of extremely advanced satellites, but it also had what were called "cardboard sats".

The sad truth was that they pretty much were made of cardboard. Of course, they were a little more durable, but they were certainly disposable satallites. The Hack had never intended to build this sort of thing, but it was a necessary evil, what with all the nations that seemed to have a fetish for shooting down satellites. There was still pride in their work, of course; even the disposables had the pin point resolution, they were just cheaper to toss into space, and no big loss when shot down.

They also carried no markings.

They were also used for 'barbaric' nations.

They were also currently all over the place above CM.

They also had good enough resolution to peer right in through a person's window.

...and they were always transmitting data.


Fortunately, nobody in Mississippi, except for specially licensed people, had any sort of equipment for sending or receiving satellite signals. All of the equipment necessary was typically only ever licensed to upstanding party members. Since TMGH had no known operatives in the Federation, and since even if they did, it would be a feat to get the equipment, it was considered fine to allow the satellites to remain in place.

Alphasi, Ambassador to Mississippi, stared out the window.

"What the -hell- is going on here?" he mumbled. Alphasi hastily took the stairs down to the bottom of the embassy, hurriedly exited and asked the guards at the gate;

"What is happening to the Weyrean embassy? What have they done?"


I am talking to one of your guards there, DA.

OOC:
(1) How do you know of ANYTHING that goes on within my embassy? As I said, you may have moles, but to find out within two hours' time of something sitting on a computer in an office normally not entered by others....well...I won't say any more. Either way, I’ willing to accept a minor spy within the general embassy staff if you’re willing to RP him/her.
(2) Weyr does subscribe to the Embassy == Foreign Sovereignty idea. Doesn't matter what you say regarding to this, Weyr would IC-ly view it as an overt act of aggression, especially since at the moment no one, including the ambassador, knows why you're threatening to break down the (open) embassy gate.
(3) If this does blow into a full war....well....it would be the stupidest war in history. Well...the embassy is lost anyway, whatever I may say IC-ly. Ball is in your court.
(4) For clarification, Grenadier armor has three build in pistols at each gauntlet. All but two have submachine guns. Two have rifles. I’ll produce the specs if you really want them..



Ooc-

We shine a special laser on the windows of the embassy buildings and can listen to what is being said since the laser detects sound vibrations of voices hitting the windows. It's a common police/detective tactic.


I will be editing this post shortly, making my IC part here. So keep your eyes open. :)



Ic-

The commander of the brigade in question shouted through a bullhorn, "We detected an illegal attempt to make an illegal satellite transmission from this embassy... We are going to search the embassy for contraband material that might be having been attempted to be smuggled out via satellite. Don't you do nothing bout it and we ain't go nothing agin' you, ya hear?"





Meanwhile a reply was given to the Weyrean government, the Czar sent a letter simply stating:

We will not damage your facility or harm your staff, we have very good reasons to believe that one or more individuals inside was attempting illegal activity, via a satellite transmission. Thus we would like to make a quick search of the embassy. We will, if anything is confiscated, write receipts for it. We will await your reply, we hope this is deemed appropriate, and we await your reply.

Thank you,

Czar Roger Fabus

Alphasi, Ambassador to Mississippi, stared out the window.

"What the -hell- is going on here?" he mumbled. Alphasi hastily took the stairs down to the bottom of the embassy, hurriedly exited and asked the guards at the gate;

"What is happening to the Weyrean embassy? What have they done?"


The guard shrugged a bit and said, "We're here to put down their attempts to ruin our national morality."

"National Morality? Why? What have they done?"

The commander of the brigade in question shouted through a bullhorn, "We detected an illegal attempt to make an illegal satellite transmission from this embassy... We are going to search the embassy for contraband material that might be having been attempted to be smuggled out via satellite. Don't you do nothing bout it and we ain't go nothing agin' you, ya hear?"

"Don't know about any fucking transmission. Just sit there for a while," the captain responded, switched back to the platoon net. "Hear that?"

"Interesting," the ambassador muttered.

We will not damage your facility or harm your staff, we have very good reasons to believe that one or more individuals inside was attempting illegal activity, via a satellite transmission. Thus we would like to make a quick search of the embassy. We will, if anything is confiscated, write receipts for it. We will await your reply, we hope this is deemed appropriate, and we await your reply.

Thank you,

Czar Roger Fabus

To:Tzar Roger Fabus
From: Office of the Consul-General, Weyr

Unfortunately, information stored within an embassy compound is considered to be the property of the Kingdom of Weyr. As such, the Kingdom cannot permit any foreign state to access said data at its source, within any diplomatic compound.

Should it be required, you may view logs stored by the Diplomatic Service of all data packets recieved and sent from Weyrean embassies. A link to the internet site has been provided with this message.

We have been informed that said communication may have been the result of a hardware or sotware glitch, and will be rectifying the problem as soon as the currend de-facto blockade of our embassy within Jackson City is terminated. Said communication, we are informed, should have been dispatched via landline, as was done in prior communications with the embassy.

Were there to have been a clear indication of illicit activities, or were you to forward to us the evidence you have of any illicit activities, we will gladly form an internal investigation and grant you full access to all records of said investigation as they are made. However, at the current point we must decline permission for you to search any Weyrean facilities.

Sincerely,
Josiah Willard Gibbs
Consul-General

"Don't know about any fucking transmission. Just sit there for a while," the captain responded, switched back to the platoon net. "Hear that?"

"Interesting," the ambassador muttered.



To:Tzar Roger Fabus
From: Office of the Consul-General, Weyr

Unfortunately, information stored within an embassy compound is considered to be the property of the Kingdom of Weyr. As such, the Kingdom cannot permit any foreign state to access said data at its source, within any diplomatic compound.

Should it be required, you may view logs stored by the Diplomatic Service of all data packets recieved and sent from Weyrean embassies. A link to the internet site has been provided with this message.

We have been informed that said communication may have been the result of a hardware or sotware glitch, and will be rectifying the problem as soon as the currend de-facto blockade of our embassy within Jackson City is terminated. Said communication, we are informed, should have been dispatched via landline, as was done in prior communications with the embassy.

Were there to have been a clear indication of illicit activities, or were you to forward to us the evidence you have of any illicit activities, we will gladly form an internal investigation and grant you full access to all records of said investigation as they are made. However, at the current point we must decline permission for you to search any Weyrean facilities.

Sincerely,
Josiah Willard Gibbs
Consul-General


"It is our initial assumption that they were attempting to transmit out classified pictures of the Czarina, since we have traced the ambassador and some of his staff, via satellite photographs, to a local corner store which sells the magazine in question, and we have seen they purchased a copy. We are thus making the assumption that what they were trying to transmit, was likely classified pictures of the Czarina. This is just our theory though, and to prove or disprove it, we'll need to be given entry into the embassy..."

Czar Roger Fabus

Some of the embassy personnel wearing their body armor and helmets with their handguns in their holsters went outside watch the stand off.

Not knowing what they were talking about, Dr. Salazar saw no reason to be alarmed. He shrugged and said, "Very well." He approached the soldiers.

"Where will you be taking me?" Dr. Salazar asked.

"It is our initial assumption that they were attempting to transmit out classified pictures of the Czarina, since we have traced the ambassador and some of his staff, via satellite photographs, to a local corner store which sells the magazine in question, and we have seen they purchased a copy. We are thus making the assumption that what they were trying to transmit..."

Surely if you are spying on this individual to this extent you will know whether or not that magezine entered the Embassy. From the information presented so far it hasn't been established that the magezine had been taken into the embassy. Unless each and every diplomat who has taken seen a copy of this magezine is also suspect to of these crimes?

Foriegn Minister Mick Lakely.

To: Czar Fabus
From: The Office of President of The Federal Republic Of Brydog
We ask if we can send a 25 man unit to increase the defense of our Embassy. A helicopter carrying a MSOR team will head to the embassy when will get permission.

Vice Pres. Romeov looks at the president's request. "What If, they say no."
Pres. Handstand responds "We will just send them. Roger thinks he can anything he wants, but im going stop him before he lays a finger on the embassy"

Surely if you are spying on this individual to this extent you will know whether or not that magezine entered the Embassy. From the information presented so far it hasn't been established that the magezine had been taken into the embassy. Unless each and every diplomat who has taken seen a copy of this magezine is also suspect to of these crimes?

Foriegn Minister Mick Lakely.


"We have confirmed it entered the embassy, we are unsure as of yet as to what they did with it once it was taken inside... That is why we need to get inside, so we can figure out what exactly is going on."

Paul Stahlecker, Foreign Minister, and brother-in-law of the Czar.

To: Czar Fabus
From: The Office of President of The Federal Republic Of Brydog
We ask if we can send a 25 man unit to increase the defense of our Embassy. A helicopter carrying a MSOR team will head to the embassy when will get permission.

To: Czar Fabus
From: The Office of President of The Federal Republic Of Brydog
We ask if we can send a 25 man unit to increase the defense of our Embassy. A helicopter carrying a MSOR team will head to the embassy when will get permission.



"I have but one word as my answer, 'denied'. I hope that settles the matter."


Czar Roger Fabus

Satellites were funny things. They could carry all sorts of things; transponders, communications equipment, cameras...

The few dozen disposable satellites that had been sent to cover CM formed a kind of orbital conga-line. They didn't carry anywhere near enough fuel to hover over a location, rather just enough to slightly adjust course. The cardboard sats slowly orbited the planet, one after another giving near continuous coverage of the nation.

They continually took, and transmitted pictures. The first couple that went by focused on nothing in particular; as time went on, they started focusing on much more interesting things: military installations and governmental buildings.


On the other side of the world, an old Daedalus satellite shifted ever so slightly in its path. The old satellite had almost been forgotten about, in all honesty, especially since most of them had been sent to Mercury, but there were still a few old ones from the test run in Earth orbit. The only thing going for them was their durability, which is why this dinosaur was still in orbit.

The strict prohibition on taking the magazine would have been a big problem. And so, no Callisdrunian could find a way to bring the magazine out. Not the magazine itself, that is. However, a young Embassy secretary, Lars, happened to be an art major, and, seemingly as compensation for his complete lack of social skills (the reason why he was a secretary, and not a more important position), allergies, large nose and problems with acne, he was gifted with a photographic memory.

Now, Lars had come across the magazine the previous day. He had also been made fully aware of the consequences of taking the magazine out of Mississippi, as had everyone in the embassy. However, his stint in the embassy ended that week, and as he gazed at the picture in thought (he wasn't particularly aroused by the picture of the Czarina, as he had a whole stack of issues of Succubi magazine under his bed), he realized that he wouldn't have to physically bring the magazine out of the embassy. No one in the embassy knew he had a photographic memory, or any talent for art. He went largely unnoticed. He thought on this as he stared at the picture for another hour, committing it to memory.

By sunday, he was back in Gothenburg, Callisdrun, making preliminary sketches. In less than a week, he had a work that looked almost photographic in quality, and was almost entirely accurate. As soon as he was done, he had friends over.




The DISFB, revived and eager for action after the Czar spared them from total destruction, settling for just sacking their top leaders and demanding recruitment reforms and more internal policing of their own activities by oversight committees, was tasked with gathering information on the man. They really had no reason, other than that he had been in Mississippi and the Czar was a paranoid man who only trusted a few select people.



On a plane heading for Callisdrun was a husband and wife DISFB team, they were playing a married couple vacationing in Callisdrun, indeed it did help that they were married and that they were technically on vacation, but still that hadn't stopped the DIS Command from giving them a major assignment, well not really major, or at least not of yet. But they liked to play-up all assignments and make them seem more important, even if they weren't really that important.

They'd be arriving in Callisdrun soon, having left from Paraguay, posing as Argentine nationals, most MS operatives used South American passports, typically Argentine, Chilean, Uruguayan, or Bolivian. These two would be claiming to be Argentines.

To:Tsar Roger Fabus
From: Office of the Consul-General, Weyr

We find it both despicable and undiplomatic that you have been conducting regular surveillance of our diplomatic staff. However, it is the right of any state to investigate those whom it chooses within its territories. As such, we request that the photographs in question be forwarded to the Diplomatic Service as soon as possible. Furthermore, the possession of such a magazine does not indicate that the photographs within it were scanned or transmitted. We must thus also request evidence that this has taken place be sent to us in addition to the satellite photographs that you have mentioned.

Upon questioning, we have found that none of the diplomatic staff within the Weyrean compound have purchased the magazine within which the photographs in question have appeared.

Diplomacy requires a certain amount of trust between states. Weyrean assets will handle any investigation into illicit actions on the part of Weyrean diplomatic staff, with participation by Mississippian personnel, should such a course of action be deemed necessary. As such, we must restate that permission to enter the Weyrean embassy within Jackson City by your forces be denied at this time, pending reception and investigation of the evidence that you claim supports your allegations.

Sincerely
Josiah Willard Gibbs
Consul-General

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Gate; Weyrean Embassy
Jackson City
Mississippi

Perhaps one might have noticed that throughout the entire event, which by now had probably dragged on for over an hour, the two guards who regularly stood nightshift, although the armors were nearly indistinguishable from those of their comrades, had barely shifted from their normal positions at the gate posts, within Weyrean territory. In any case, the two soldiers stood there, covered by the captain and the other two members of the gate squad from before the embassy building's doors.

"Corporal, you buy any porno mags?" the captain asked over the platoon's comm.

"No, capt'n," came the response. "Got my own stash, thank you very much. Why? Getting bored?"

"Insubordination, corporal," Jo said crossly, then chuckled.

****
Weyrean Embassy
Jackson City
Mississippi

"This is...stupid," the cultural attaché muttered. "They're bitching about a bunch of nudie mags that we haven't even brought in."

"Well, I did do that drawing," the ambassador chuckled. "Torched it, though."

"Yes, but you didn't send it," the attaché shrugged. the room was behind a closed door, and the ambient music was a Japanese metal band. The first floor, on which the Security Room was placed, had no windows. "I hope."

"Unless it got caught in the data dump, no," the ambassador replied.

The head of the cultural department nodded as one of the go-getters employed by the embassy dumped a load of magazines, newspapers, and other assorted Mississippian printings on his desk.

"Here's the weekly cultural dump. Hope you like them today."

It was common practice for an embassy staffer to go down the street to the nearerst newstand, buy a copy of every published work in the place, and then handsomly tip the man running it. This had been going on since the day the embassy was set up, with a few articles of merit being sent back to Samtonia with the other hard-copy diplomatic documents that commonly moved in that way. All, of course, searched by Mississippians. But as they couldn't actually understand most of the writings from the ambassador back and forth, it didn't really matter all that much. Communications got through, articles were sent home, and valuable cultural lessons were gleaned from the readings. After all, how better to understand your ideological opposites than to see how they think?

The attache looked over the standard weekly issues, nodding as the usual articles flashed by. And then, seeing the nude pictures- as usual- within the RG magazine, he flipped past. Moments later, he flipped back. "It can't be. My God. It is. I have a feeling someone mght want to take a look at this."

Stunning, really, the size of a modern miniature camera. Digital camers, being prevalent and cheap, were used by staffers the world over to take pictures of Mississippian guards, standard daily activities, and birthday celebrations. And so, with his nice digital camera clicking away in the basement of the embassy, in the room designed to look over secure documents, with three radios and the tap water running to stifle bugs, pictures were taken.

Cultural Attache Hermes smiled. "This one's on the next flight home." And the action of concealing it began, away from cameras and bugs. It would be on the next flight out of Mississippi.

And indeed it was, concealed somewhere on the person of Joeseph Connard, 57, embassy worker tasked with carrying letters and documents back and forth from Mississippi to Samtonia. Today, he carried birthday cards, a few requests for some favorite Samtonian foods, and one set of pictures of a nude Czarina hidden somewhere on his person. His ailing person, as the pacemaker he wore attested. But he never shirked in duty and, indeed, didn't even know about the pictures or the punishment for carrying them. Had he, he would have gone through with the mission anyways.

And as Connard waited for the search that was to come, every electronics file having to do with the action was irrevocably purged back in the embassy. There would be no record.

The head of the cultural department nodded as one of the go-getters employed by the embassy dumped a load of magazines, newspapers, and other assorted Mississippian printings on his desk.

"Here's the weekly cultural dump. Hope you like them today."

It was common practice for an embassy staffer to go down the street to the nearerst newstand, buy a copy of every published work in the place, and then handsomly tip the man running it. This had been going on since the day the embassy was set up, with a few articles of merit being sent back to Samtonia with the other hard-copy diplomatic documents that commonly moved in that way. All, of course, searched by Mississippians. But as they couldn't actually understand most of the writings from the ambassador back and forth, it didn't really matter all that much. Communications got through, articles were sent home, and valuable cultural lessons were gleaned from the readings. After all, how better to understand your ideological opposites than to see how they think?

The attache looked over the standard weekly issues, nodding as the usual articles flashed by. And then, seeing the nude pictures- as usual- within the RG magazine, he flipped past. Moments later, he flipped back. "It can't be. My God. It is. I have a feeling someone mght want to take a look at this."

Stunning, really, the size of a modern miniature camera. Digital camers, being prevalent and cheap, were used by staffers the world over to take pictures of Mississippian guards, standard daily activities, and birthday celebrations. And so, with his nice digital camera clicking away in the basement of the embassy, in the room designed to look over secure documents, with three radios and the tap water running to stifle bugs, pictures were taken.

Cultural Attache Hermes smiled. "This one's on the next flight home." And the action of concealing it began, away from cameras and bugs. It would be on the next flight out of Mississippi.

And indeed it was, concealed somewhere on the person of Joeseph Connard, 57, embassy worker tasked with carrying letters and documents back and forth from Mississippi to Samtonia. Today, he carried birthday cards, a few requests for some favorite Samtonian foods, and one set of pictures of a nude Czarina hidden somewhere on his person. His ailing person, as the pacemaker he wore attested. But he never shirked in duty and, indeed, didn't even know about the pictures or the punishment for carrying them. Had he, he would have gone through with the mission anyways.

And as Connard waited for the search that was to come, every electronics file having to do with the action was irrevocably purged back in the embassy. There would be no record.


Ooc- Don't you think you ought to have asked first? Since the Czar got paranoid, do you think that the magazine would continue to be in circulation at newstands? Besides, it is May 1st in my timeline, the april issues are all gone... Sorry, try again the next time the Czarina poses, which is, never. LOL (Don't worry though, there will are paintings of her in the nude, but they are in Roger's private art gallery at Stalingrad, so if you've got a few loony agents who have a death wish, they can try to sneak into Stalingrad, it might make a decent RP?)

The King and Prime Minister were holding their usual morning briefing. In the stack of papers that had been handed to the prime minister, most being relatively mundane, unimportant appropriations bills, was a photocopy. A photocopy of a painting. Wrinkling her face in thought, Anne said "Well, what have we here?" After reading a note paper clipped to it, she laughed and handed it to the king.

"What the Hel?" The King grinned when he read what the subject of the picture was. "If they know about this, they're not going to be pleased." He then went and tacked it on the wall of the closet.

Several minutes later, Prime Minister Eriksen hung up the phone. She had just ascertained where the picture had come from. Apparently, one of Lars' friends had been in the Navy. He had told his superior officer, during a conversation about "fascist bastards," (OOC: Callisdrun's military is very socialist/communist), and it had worked its way up the chain of command from there. The King was also on the phone, with Lars, who had just agreed to give the original to the government.

Several hours later, the young man emerged from the King's office, somewhat shaken that word had spread so soon that he had had such a highly illegal object. Haakon's words still echoed in his head "Do not tell anyone further of this, at least not until you're over eighty years old."

He took the train back home, reading a newspaper to busy himself.

In the King's office, he and Anne, the Prime Minister, admired the now framed painting that hung in the corner. "He really is a fine artist, too bad we can't put it somewhere more public."

"They're going to be mad already," Anne said. "If or when they find out."

bump

The King and Prime Minister were holding their usual morning briefing. In the stack of papers that had been handed to the prime minister, most being relatively mundane, unimportant appropriations bills, was a photocopy. A photocopy of a painting. Wrinkling her face in thought, Anne said "Well, what have we here?" After reading a note paper clipped to it, she laughed and handed it to the king.

"What the Hel?" The King grinned when he read what the subject of the picture was. "If they know about this, they're not going to be pleased." He then went and tacked it on the wall of the closet.

Several minutes later, Prime Minister Eriksen hung up the phone. She had just ascertained where the picture had come from. Apparently, one of Lars' friends had been in the Navy. He had told his superior officer, during a conversation about "fascist bastards," (OOC: Callisdrun's military is very socialist/communist), and it had worked its way up the chain of command from there. The King was also on the phone, with Lars, who had just agreed to give the original to the government.


The DISFB manager who was in charge of the department tasked with monitoring the phone calls for key personnel in Callisdrun exploded, a massive grin on his face. He had it, dynamite; he'd get a promotion for sure. Whatever they were up to, it wasn't good, he knew it couldn't be.

He raced forward from his desk and ran into the office of the district manager, who maintained an office in the building the monitoring department was located in. Luckily the district manager was in his office today.

The DISFB manager was jumping up and down like an excited puppy, his eyes wide and his face more appropriately described as a large smile, than as a face.

He quickly handed the papers to the district manager, who immediately began to go over them...

Lars felt mildly depressed. The King had assured him that if he valued his life at all, he had to hand over both his original painting and all the copies, and so he had. He didn't get what the big deal was, it was just a picture of a naked woman, not like anyone in Callisdrun didn't see one already, but the King had made it fairly clear that foreigners would probably come and he did not want to be found with any of the items on his person.

In the depths of the Mt. Agaden fortress, intelligence officials were busy at work. Something was odd about what would seem to be a normal phone call from the government. A call was placed to the king on a seldom used connection. "Sir, we have reason to believe that a recent phone call from your office might not have been secure. Yes. Yes, that's right. We'll keep you posted if we find out anything."

Lars felt mildly depressed. The King had assured him that if he valued his life at all, he had to hand over both his original painting and all the copies, and so he had. He didn't get what the big deal was, it was just a picture of a naked woman, not like anyone in Callisdrun didn't see one already, but the King had made it fairly clear that foreigners would probably come and he did not want to be found with any of the items on his person.

In the depths of the Mt. Agaden fortress, intelligence officials were busy at work. Something was odd about what would seem to be a normal phone call from the government. A call was placed to the king on a seldom used connection. "Sir, we have reason to believe that a recent phone call from your office might not have been secure. Yes. Yes, that's right. We'll keep you posted if we find out anything."


Roger, who was in South Africa, and in a rather bad mood (who is a good mood for a funeral, especially when he'd rather be in Mississippi getting ready to celebrate Alice's birthday which is in 3 days), had decided to call up the king of Callisdrun and lay down the law for him.

Roger picked up his cellular phone and began to dial...

An aide picked up the phone. "Hello? Just a minute." Within a minute, it was ascertained that the caller actually was the Czar of Mississippi, and not some prankster, and put through to the King's office.

"Hello? This is Haakon speaking."

An aide picked up the phone. "Hello? Just a minute." Within a minute, it was ascertained that the caller actually was the Czar of Mississippi, and not some prankster, and put through to the King's office.

"Hello? This is Haakon speaking."


Roger got right to the point, in a very calm, yet demanding tone, made it clear, "Hello, I know you're up to something, I think it involves images of my wife... And I'm not sure what exactly you're doing, but I want it stopped, do I make myself clear?" he asked.

"Ah yes, thought you might be calling about that." Haakon's accent (Callisdrunian accents are quite strange) was audible, but he spoke quite clearly. "I assure you, the issue has been dealt with. A foolish young man, a good artist, but foolish, made some copies of his work. He was thinking about posting them on the internet when I called him. All the copies, and the original were confiscated, by me personally."

Roger was quick to fire back, his tone now betraying his growing rage, "You listen here you sick pervert. You will not be looking at images of my wife... You will return them or I will unleash armageddon upon your lands!"

"Calm down, my good sir. You completely misinterpereted my statement. I did not want it to fall into the hands of say, some police officer who doesn't know what he or she is dealing with." Haakon did not even slightly raise his voice. The Czar's quick temper irritated him, but he concealed it completely. It was impossible to tell if Haakon was angry at you. "You just called me a pervert and threatened me. That would offend many people. However, I understand that you would be most distressed, at pictures of your wife in the nude surfacing in another country. But please, refrain from insulting me or threatening me further. We can both be cordial to each other. We're both royals."

"Calm down, my good sir. You completely misinterpereted my statement. I did not want it to fall into the hands of say, some police officer who doesn't know what he or she is dealing with." Haakon did not even slightly raise his voice. The Czar's quick temper irritated him, but he concealed it completely. It was impossible to tell if Haakon was angry at you. "You just called me a pervert and threatened me. That would offend many people. However, I understand that you would be most distressed, at pictures of your wife in the nude surfacing in another country. But please, refrain from insulting me or threatening me further. We can both be cordial to each other. We're both royals."


Roger sighed, took a deep breath, and then said two words, "I'm sorry..." before he continued and said, "Yes, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I lost my temper, I owe you more respect than that. I am deeply sorry... But try to understand, so much has been happening, scandals in Western Sahara, governors running wild, an old friend of my father's, and a man I looked up to as the leader of our national industry, is dead... Alice's birthday is in several days and I'm stuck in South Africa and then I have to go to Tennessee right when I get back, at least for a few days... I'll be lucky to be able to spend an hour on her birthday with her..."

He sighed again, shaking his head, "You know, I really don't need all this at once... If you would just please name a price and sell me the paintings, we can put all this behind us, right?"

"That sounds like a good arrangement." Haakon paused for a moment. "I must say though, the price will be fairly high, though we don't need a monetary payment. It is quite a beautiful painting, you see. You'll like it, I'm sure."

Roger got right along with his offer, stating two words, "One billion..." before he added, "Take it, please, it's a fair offer..."

"The price, I propose, shall be the discontinuation of secret DISFB and other intelligence operations of yours inside my country. If you accept this price, all DISFB and other intelligence agents must declare themselves as such to the government upon entering Callisdrun. If they do not do so, and are caught... well, this country's never been one for summary executions, but perhaps in this case. An alternative, that would allow your nation to continue such operations inside my country, would be to allow my officers to conduct similar operations inside your nation." Haakon somehow managed to say all this without sounding at all accusatory. "I think this is a reasonable price. If you find both options wholly unpalatable, then we can find something else that would suffice, I'm sure. I'm flexible."

Roger frowned, that was unacceptable, the part about letting foreigners into Mississippi, but he could at least accept the part about not spying on them. He forced a smile before saying, "Yeah, sure, we'll stop spying on your calls, okay?"

*The Emirate of Alexonium gladly purchases all available copies for distribution for the joy of the People* WOOHOO!

"Good," Haakon said cheerfully. "I'm glad we could resolve this so easily. The painting in its frame will be sent on its way shortly. It will be inside a locked wooden box. We will send you the key separately. The copies will be burned." The king, after a short pause, added "Our policy concerning foreign spies is deportation. However, this can be changed if I again find that my phone calls are being listened to." Finally, he said "The key should arrive in two days, the box containing the painting in three."

"Great, thank you very much... We'll be in touch." Roger said, before hanging up.

After Haakon hung up the phone, he shook his head and said "I'm sure we will."

That afternoon, the painting was taken down and packaged. The key to the lock was sent, and the package was sent the next day. The stack of copies were thrown in the fireplace. Except one, which was secretly placed deep in the national archives when the King travelled to Drun. Its existance would not be known for several decades.

Roger waited for them to reply, hoping he wouldn't have to wait long. He was also going to tell them he was going to subject some of them to brain wave scanners to tell if they really had destroyed or returned all the copies.

The key arrived in two days time, the package in one. The box was inside several layers of cardboard boxes, and the painting itself, once the locked box was finally opened, was inside another box within. Its ornate mahagoney frame suited the work well.

Roger finally picked back up the phone and dialed the king back, immediately saying, "Oh, you're getting a brain wave scan by the way, to make sure you're not lying", right after the king answered.

"I'm not your prisoner, Monarchs do not let people read their thoughts. It's undignified, and I would never ask to subject you to such a thing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend to." It was true, he did have business to attend to. Namely, that of speech writing.

When President Anthony Raymond Wittrock back in 2008 was the first delegate of the Federal Republic of Canada to visit the Mississipian Federation he had commented to Roger on his wife's attractive appearance; "Roger, you dog you. No offense, but your woman is hot."

The President was taken aside during his State Visit in the Eastern Federal Republic of Canada (The Canadian Union) if he still takes his viewpoint on Czar Roger Fabus's wife was the same back in 2008; "I still do, I still do, I may still give Czar Fabus a hard time, but he knows it is all in good fun. I was sort of upset that Canadian and Mississipian Relations fell drastically. His wife you say? She's gorgeous."

When President Anthony Raymond Wittrock back in 2008 was the first delegate of the Federal Republic of Canada to visit the Mississipian Federation he had commented to Roger on his wife's attractive appearance; "Roger, you dog you. No offense, but your woman is hot."

The President was taken aside during his State Visit in the Eastern Federal Republic of Canada (The Canadian Union) if he still takes his viewpoint on Czar Roger Fabus's wife was the same back in 2008; "I still do, I still do, I may still give Czar Fabus a hard time, but he knows it is all in good fun. I was sort of upset that Canadian and Mississipian Relations fell drastically. His wife you say? She's gorgeous."



"Yes indeed, and I'm the only one who gets to be with her..." (Roger's words as he appeared on the White Peoples Radio And Television Network, with a large grin on his face)

To:Tsar Roger Fabus
From: Office of the Consul-General, Weyr

We find it both despicable and undiplomatic that you have been conducting regular surveillance of our diplomatic staff. However, it is the right of any state to investigate those whom it chooses within its territories. As such, we request that the photographs in question be forwarded to the Diplomatic Service as soon as possible. Furthermore, the possession of such a magazine does not indicate that the photographs within it were scanned or transmitted. We must thus also request evidence that this has taken place be sent to us in addition to the satellite photographs that you have mentioned.

Upon questioning, we have found that none of the diplomatic staff within the Weyrean compound have purchased the magazine within which the photographs in question have appeared.

Diplomacy requires a certain amount of trust between states. Weyrean assets will handle any investigation into illicit actions on the part of Weyrean diplomatic staff, with participation by Mississippian personnel, should such a course of action be deemed necessary. As such, we must restate that permission to enter the Weyrean embassy within Jackson City by your forces be denied at this time, pending reception and investigation of the evidence that you claim supports your allegations.

Sincerely
Josiah Willard Gibbs
Consul-General

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Gate; Weyrean Embassy
Jackson City
Mississippi

Perhaps one might have noticed that throughout the entire event, which by now had probably dragged on for over an hour, the two guards who regularly stood nightshift, although the armors were nearly indistinguishable from those of their comrades, had barely shifted from their normal positions at the gate posts, within Weyrean territory. In any case, the two soldiers stood there, covered by the captain and the other two members of the gate squad from before the embassy building's doors.

"Corporal, you buy any porno mags?" the captain asked over the platoon's comm.

"No, capt'n," came the response. "Got my own stash, thank you very much. Why? Getting bored?"

"Insubordination, corporal," Jo said crossly, then chuckled.

****
Weyrean Embassy
Jackson City
Mississippi

"This is...stupid," the cultural attaché muttered. "They're bitching about a bunch of nudie mags that we haven't even brought in."

"Well, I did do that drawing," the ambassador chuckled. "Torched it, though."

"Yes, but you didn't send it," the attaché shrugged. the room was behind a closed door, and the ambient music was a Japanese metal band. The first floor, on which the Security Room was placed, had no windows. "I hope."

"Unless it got caught in the data dump, no," the ambassador replied.


"We really have nothing more to say then, but if we confirm things were being done that ought not to have been, there will be trouble..."

Czar Roger Fabus


After that message was sent, the soldiers around the embassy were ordered to slowly back away but keep a distant perimeter and keep an eye on the embassy, but not to interfere with the flow of traffic in and out. Also, the SRGIO was ordered to keep a 24/7 watch on the ambassador.

Meh, Aryans/Anglo-Saxons are highly overrated...

To:Tsar Roger Fabus
From: Office of the Consul-General, Weyr

We are currently in the process of recalling our primary diplomatic staff from Mississippi in order to more carefully assess the situation and the validity of the accusations made against them, and may recall secondary dilomatic staff if needed at a later date. As such, there may be a temporary lapse in the Kingdom's ability to participate in Mississippian diplomatic events, negotiations, and conferences.

We request that Warrant Officers Brad Marley and Rin Takahashi be permited to lead the investigation within the Weyrean embassy in Jackson City, that they be permitted to question Mississippian embassy guards, and that they be granted access to the surveilance records that you have claimed as evidence against Weyrean diplomatic staff.

Sincerely,
Josiah Willard Gibbs
Consul-General

Meh, Aryans/Anglo-Saxons are highly overrated...

How dare you, I am Aryan!

-Shah Khosru III

How dare you, I am Aryan!

-Shah Khosru III

I know

-Prime Minister Steve Hargin

OOC: In RL, I'm mostly Slavic, and you know what Aryans did to Slav's, dontcha?