NationStates Jolt Archive

Alexander stopped and looked for a bench. He was starting to get tired during the morning walk, and though that was only a sign of the aging body, he was still upset about it. There wasnt much more time for him on this world, and he had to start preparing Nikolai, his heir, for the difficult job of an Emperor.

`Sir`, said his secretary, `You are needed in the Imperial War Council. The rest of the Council is already there.`

`What happened Miro?`

`I dont know more then that your majesty. They said its not for my ears to hear`

Alexander sighed and stood up from the bench. Another day, another decision that will probably make a difference in the life of every calpian. As he slowly walked towards the Council`s chambers, he felt like never before the weight of his body that he had to carry with him. Arriving in the Council he saw all his men gathered there, faithfull servants that helped him much in the decades that he ruled the Empire.

`What happened gentlemen?`

`We got news that The Genetic is planning to build a military base on Isle Sophia, the closest they have with us. Our opinion is that we cant allow that, especially considering that we have claims on the island aswell.`

`Hmm, prepare a diplomatic response for now, and send word to the 6th Amphibious Assault Fleet to aproach the island, but stay out of the territorial waters for the time beeing.`

To: The Foreign Ministry of The Genetic
From: Ralph Owen, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Calpe
Subject: official protest on the military base on Isle Sophia

We have heard news that The Genetic is planning to build a military base on the Isle Sophia, the closest they have with us. Due to our claims to that island, and the potential threat that base may represent to us, we strongly object to this. We will not accept any such threat to our territory, and we will go to any length to make sure this will not happen. The 6th Amphibious Assault fleet is aproaching the island, and we await your official response on this as soon as possible.

The Stata was woken from a small nap. He was reading a book and drifted off, very common from him, but he woke up quickly to a series of beeps. He looked up and saw his phone was ringing. He the rubbed eyes with one hand and pressed loudspeaker.

"What is it?" He said in a half sleepy voice.

"Stata! We have received a message from the Calpians have sent a message objecting to the construction of our Air-Naval Base on Isle Sophia! They say that they own the Island. What is your response" Said the Stata's aid franticly.

"Tell our ship to land on the side of Sophia closest to us, once they land they are to set on SAM sites first, then begin constrution of runways, Ok?"

"Yes, I sall inform Naval Command, Anything Else?"

"Yes, tell Naval Command to send out the 1st Naval Defense Fleet, and order our SU-34s in the air on patrol around Isle Sophia, ROE: Do Not Fire untill fired upon. And I want our Typoon fighters to take off when the runways are complete, and they are to land there. Now, tell Naval and Air Command those orders, and get me the Foreign Affairs Department." The Stata commanded, in a more awake tone.

"Yes, Stata!" Shouted the Aid.
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Official Response of the Community of the Genetic
To: Calpian Foreign Ministry
From: Genetic Foreign Affairs Department
Re: Isle Sophia

Our actions are legel, for we have claim on the island especially the north-west coast. This base is for security reasons and for the possible colonization of the island. The Community of the Genetic requests that you stand-down.
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OOC: The transport fleet is a few miles off the coast of the Isle Sophia, basic construction has begun, with the runway, air defense, and dock under construction. The fleet had arived 2 NS weeks ago (I assume your intel finally discovered our presence). Now priority construction is on air defense and the airstrip.

The 1st Naval Defense Fleet consists of Three Sea Rider destroyers and Six Sea Hunter Frigates.

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Official response to The Community of the Genetic
From: Calpian Foreign Ministry
Subject: not acceptable

The Isle of Sophia, though it might be under your jurisdiction now, is claymed by the Empire, based on the previous ownership we had on it in our history. Furthermore, we do no accept military bases so close to our borders from nations that are not allied with us. Our intelligence has spotted that you have begun construction already, ignoring our requests. Our carrier and land-based airplanes will patrol the area, ensuring togheter with the fleet that Sophia is placed under blockade as of now. No ships or airplanes may pass through without getting fired upon.

Even before the message was transmited, the 6th Fleet moved to ensure the blockade of the island. Su-33`s took off from the carriers, ensuring the protection of the Sophian airspace, togheter with the F-22`s launched from the calpian air bases. Furthermore, 4th and 7th Air wings have been placed on high alert, ready to launch at any time to suplement or replace the planes patroling the skies.

The admiral of the 6th Fleet, Francois Dubois, watched as the planes took of from the carrier. He loved these Su-33`s, the best asset of the fleet. He turned to his staff:

`Launch another AWACS in the air, and call for fighter backup for him from the mainland. Fuel-refueling airplanes also in the air as soon as possible. And get those damn genetic airplanes out of my sky.`

Gustave watched as his mates launched behind him from the carrier.

`Allright, Raven and Vulture squadrons, line up behind me, i want those planes out of the restricted space. Tornado squadron, you`re the backup. Protect the AWACS and refueling planes untill fighters from the mainland come to take your place.`

Twenty-four of the launched airplanes changed direction to the Isle of Sophia on course to intercept the enemy patrols. At the same time, twelve EA-6B electronic warfare airplanes launched from the carriers, loaded with anti-radiation missiles and jamming equipment for the radars.

A call came in from the Sophian Military Base, declaring Air Defense completion, and that the runway was near completion. As the Air Command received the first call, they ordered the 20 Typoons to scramble and head to the base.

Out on the airstrip, the Typoons organized in to triangular groups of five, and took off together. They lifted off and reached 500 feet, and then pulled off their afterburners, and slowly climed to 15,000 feet before decending slowly down to 500 feet from which they would land.

On the GWS Aldous, flag of the 1st Naval Defense Fleet, ProAdmiral Adams looked out at the slowly appearing Isle of Sophia. He could clearly see the peaks of the Island, and began to see the Genetic SU-34s in patrol formation above the Sophian Military Base. But his observation was interrupted by the Radar Operator.

"Sir, I am picking up several Calpian Air Contacts. They are approaching the island. I am relaying our information to the SU-34s on patrol."

"Good, tell me when the contacts are in MSLAAM Range." Replied the Admiral

"Yes, sir"
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OOC: MSLAAM are SAM missiles developed before the main formation of the Genetic State. They are Four AA missiles packed into one single cruise missle body, they are launched by the primary engine, and then the four missle detach and fire their secondary engines to jet them to their targets. Each Sea Rider has five in tube, and had five others in a storage pack, next to the in tube ones.

`This is Admiral Dubois. Raven and Vulture squadrons, on my mark launch long-range missiles to the enemy aircraft, using the data from the AWACS. Tornado Squadron, your duties are taken by an F-7 squadron coming from the mainland, so move in to help Raven and Vulture once they launch the attack.`

Dubois turned towards his staff: `Launch the 16 Harriers from the carriers. They’re armed with air-sol cruise missiles, so tell them to hit the airbase. `

`For the Prowler squadron, on my mark launch the anti-radiation missiles towards the enemy’s air-defenses. Jam their radars constantly. All your equipment and the added 2 AWACS should make them blind to anything incoming. After launching the missiles, return to the carriers. `

`F-22 squadrons approaching from the mainland, engage the enemy airbase. Your stealth and the radar jamming should keep you invisible. Their attention will probably be on the Harriers, so when in range launch the precision bombs and finish the job of the Harriers. `

As he finished giving the orders for the time being, he turned to see the Harriers take off. 16 of them, one by one from the escort carrier that accompanied them, took off and headed towards the island.

`Raven, Vulture and Prowler squadrons, fire at will. I repeat, fire at will. `

`You heard the boss guys. `, said Gustave with a grin. `Its game time. Launch two long range missiles each, and keep the other six for what’s to come. `

As the airplanes started to carry on the orders received, 48 long-range missiles were launched from the attacking squadrons towards the 25 patrolling airplanes, and 24 anti-radiation missiles towards the enemies air defenses. In the meantime, Harriers and stealthy F-22`s were approaching the island to finish off the air-defenses.

One the lead SU-34, Col. James Anderson, saw the missile launches from the Calpian aircraft. He hit his external com button on his throttle stick.

"SHIT! SHIT!, We have missile launch, all fighters, head below 300 feet, launch chaff and flares at your discression. Sophia Command, request launching of anti-missile flares, above 300 feet. Get those Anti-Missile Missiles launched.... Shit more launches, appears to be heading for you Soph Com, DO YOU HAVE YOU PATRIOTS AND SHORE PHALANXIES UP!!!" He shouted, occationally grunting from pulling gees.

"Charlie One, Half of our shore Phalanxes are up. Launching Flares at your request. Negative to Anti-Missile Missile, we are haveing launch errors, we are also redirecting the Typoons to stay below 300 feet and to target their aircraft. We have reports of MSLAAM launches from the 1st Naval Defense Fleet." Replied a ground controller.

"Uuuggh! Firing flares, CHAFF CHAFF. [static], WOAH! Damn! missiles neturalized... wait, Charlie 23, you have black smoke pouring out of your left nozzle, advize emegency landing at SophMil." Said Col. Anderson

"Yes, sir, we got clipped by shra..." 23 the said as he was suddenly cut off.

"MAYDAY! MAYDAY!, THIE IS CHARLIE 7 WE ARE HIT, I SAY AGAIN WE ARE HIT. APROACHING 240 FEET. WE ARE GOING DOWN, INITIATING EJECTION!!!!![STATIC]"

C-7 Ejected safely, but the plane barreled to the ground, eventually hitting the slope of Sophia Peak. 9 Fighters in all we shot down by the Calpian missile. An uncalled for act that would be remembered. The Colonel, ordered the fighters to circle around the Island under 300 feet, and attack the Carrier fleet with cannons and missiles. They did so, and on there circumnavigation of the island, they flew over the 1st Naval. The 1st Naval peired out looking onto the enemy fleet, the Destroyers headed out a little further and fired their Five Inch Guns on the distance fleet. After about five shots from their bow and port gun each, they began to turn blinding bow gun, reveiling the starboard gun which began to fire. The ships completed their turns again showing the bow gun, which returned to firing along with the starboard gun. The ship steamed back into the protecting shadow of the island and waited.

Five Inch Gun-
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`Sir, only 9 enemy airplanes were shot down. What should we do now? `

`What, only 9? `

The admiral went to the radio station:

`Raven and Vulture squadrons, engage the enemy aircraft again, I repeat, engage the enemy aircraft with a second salvo of missiles, and then head back to the carrier. Harrier and F-22 squadrons launch all missiles towards the enemy air-defenses and the airbase. Tornado squadron, engage the enemy airplanes approaching the island. We have 45 contacts on radar, they appear to be fighters. F-22 squadrons, after you launch your cruise missiles you are to help Tornado squadron with the fight until we get the rest of the fighters replace the Raven and the Tornado. `

Dubois turned to his staff and ordered: `Launch the rest of 24 Su-33`s to replace the Raven and the Tornado while they refuel and rearm. Also request another two squadrons of F-22`s from the mainland. What’s the situation on the marines? `

`Couple of our landing ships have been hit by artillery fire sir. We lost 3 ships and 400 marines, but the rest are heading for the beach, protected by low-flying helicopters. `

As the orders of the admiral got to the squadrons missiles begun to be launched. Raven and Tornado squadrons launched the rest of 96 missiles towards the 15 airplanes heading for the fleet, and headed back to the carriers after that, while Tornado squadron launched 72 long-range missiles towards the 45 airplanes approaching the island. 160 cruise missiles were launched towards the enemy airbase and air-defenses from F-22`s and Harriers before the enemy Patriot missiles shot down half of the Harriers approaching the island. Having fired the cruise missiles, the F-22`s, still with 2 air-air missiles each approached Tornado squadron to lend a hand.

OOC: losses 8 Harriers, 5 EA-6B Prowlers, 3 landing ships, 400 marines and 5 tanks. Also, post the losses from the attack on the radars besides the ones from this post.

The missiles arched down, striking the taxiway on the airstrip, another hit a empty barracks, two more hit the separate anti-aircraft batteries. Four others jetted past the airway towards the docks, one of them was pushed by a sudden gust, and hit the control tower. A large ball of fire sent the west side of the tower crashing down, and the engine section of the missile came through again, this time only the hit the most important peice on the base, the radar dome. The missile fragment plugged inside the dome, hitting the sensitive equipment. Genetic Land Radar was down.

The other three missiles, flew past the docks. One of the dock Phalanx CIWS, aquired one of the missiles, in fired a burst turning the missile into useless metal. The remaining two missiles headed to the tranport ships offshore, both where hit, but minor damages were taken.

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At current the time Genetic loses are unknown.
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Alerted to the ariving enemy land forces by the 1st Naval, 235 Genetic Marines, lay in ambush on the eastern shore of Isle Sophia. They had enough time to hide in the dense evergreen forest on the coast. They had wired explosives on the edge on the forest, and set up mortars positions. They had no vehicles, only cheap rockets, charges, and the pride of the Genetic Marines, their trusty guardians, the GAR-21.
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A helicopter took off from the GWS Aldous, and headed for the Carrier, it's loudspeakers and radio repeated the same message. "This is a Genetic Diplomatic Helicopter, We request to land an negotiate terms. We do not wish to fight you."

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As the Helicopter tookoff, all SU-34s turned back and headed towards Gene Island, and the Typhoons returned to the Sophian Military Base.

Admiral Dubois turned to his staff, stunned on the news that the Genetic was retreating and asking for negociations.

`Erm, stand down, i guess. Order the aircraft and landing party to stop pursuing the enemy. If this is some sort of stunt, i`ll make them eat that helicopter, togheter with couple of hundred ship-launched Tomahawks. Tell them to land on the frigate ISN Corobia, and state their terms. If there`s anything, then their diplomat will be taken here by one of our helicopters. If they aproach any other ship they will be shot down. I`m not taking any risks.`

The diplomat, in a blue air-jumpsuit, stepped out of the helicopter a minute after it had landed and a few seconds after armed Calpian troops motioned him to exit. The Diplomat held his hand over his head, and spoke, "I am Cheif Foreign Diplomatic Minister to the Stata. I am here to negotiate over a cease fire. Also for security reasons I wish to have a armed guard with me at all times, and for your comfort, the Helicopter will leave once we have agreed to the terms of a meeting."

A young lieutenant stepped forward. ` Minister, we have spoken with the High Commander of Imperial Forces and you will have discutions with him, via videotelephone. He is authorized for negociations, and he will listen to your requests. This way please...`, said the lieutenant showing the minister towards the videophone.

The Minster could barly hear the young officer, as the Helicopter took off, but he followed the officer as his own armed body guard followed while looking around with his GAR-21S* at the low-ready position. The young officer lead him into a conference room, where he sat down. The officer looked at him and said in a funny accent, "I will be a few moments". The Minister again looked back at his guard who looked even more stressed that he was, but hopfully this would be over soon.
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GAR-21S "Special Forces Loadout"
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Sir Colville sighed as he was taken to the videophone. Diplomatic talk, never got really used to that. He turned it on and spoke to the man on the other side:

`Hello, Minister of the Stata. First i want to assure you that no harm will come to you, no matter the outcome of these negociations. You can relax if you have any worries concerning security. Now please, tell me what do you have in mind, and we can start talking on that.`

He looked back at the man at the other end, the man seemed more confident than the younger Officer, but had the same funny accent.

"Sir, we are here to see to a cease fire among our two nations. We did not want this conflict, nor did we provoke it, but we will fight if need be. However from your unprovoked attack on our Sophian Base, we have lost many men and have many which are injured, and we will to send support craft to medivac them back to Gene Island, for treatment. We wish to do this without the threat of attacks by your forces. We also request that in this time we continue to negotiate over a more perminant truce, but our primary goal here is to save the lives and bring home the bodies of our fallen brothers and sisters."

Sir Colville listened to the words of the foreigner, and he leaned forward as he spoke :

`Minister, first let me clarify this. We are not interested in a simple ceasefire. If all you wanted is to take away your wounded then you can have that. We dont fire on ships carrying the red cross flag. But a ceasefire is out of the question because it would allow you to repair the damages we`ve done so far. We are considering a ceasefire only if you are here to negociate the end of the conflict, while considering our terms to do so. Thats joint custody of the island, and either non-military zone for the island, or military bases for both our nations. You can have the zone more suitable for colonization. We are interested only in a military base or scientific station. That would come with a non-agression pact for the future. Sorry for beeing so blunt, but diplomatic language is not my native way of speaking.`

The Minister, looked down at the table, how would this work... they must make them pay for their unprovoked attack, but the Genetic Military was to small... but could the Stata call up the reserves? But we must get our wounded out... I know...

"Sir, I must present the options to the Stata, but in the meantime, the Genetic Military Forces will be observing a 'Cease Fire'. We will be sending medical evac units to set up emegency hospitals for those who cannot be moved, and we will evac the rest. I will be recalling my helicopter to return me to Gene Island, where I will discuss these options with the Stata. You should have our answer within 24(NS) hours. Good Day, Sir." Said the Minister, as he stood up, and left the room to wait for his ride.

The white helicopter came down and landed on the Calpian frigate, the Minister and his Guard began to walk to the helo, when two Genetic soldiers jumped out with two RPGs, and fired at the aft equipment on the ship, after firing their RPGs, the pulled out their GAR-21s and began to shoot at the personnel on the deck. Two more soldier exited the helicopter, and latched themselves to the aft guard rail of the ship, and decended down a few feet. They then proceed to place high explosive shaped charges half way in the water.

On the deck the Minister grabed his guards side arm, and began to fire along with the other Genetic Special Security Group (SF) members. The minister and on of the soldiers that had fired the RPGs both took hits from returning fire. The Minister was shot again in the leg, bring him onto the deck, but he continued to fire.

Two large explosions occured in the heat of combat from the two shaped charges, that the other soldiers had place. They now had returned to the deck, and opened fire. One of them took a hit to the neck, killing him, while the other reached into the helo and pulled out another RPG, which he fired while taking shots to the chest and hip. The rest of the soldiers continued to fight on the deck, taking many Calpians with them, untill the helicopter itself exploded from a special charge on it. Revenge had been achived.

`Whatta??`, said the admiral in shock as he saw the explosions on the ISN Corobia. `Damn genetics with no word and no honour! They will pay for this!`

He turned to his staff and ordered with rage in his voice:

`Harriers, F-22`s that came from the mainland, F-7`s protecting the AWACS, Su-30`s that replaced the first wave of aircraft, i want that island bombed out of its existence. Any enemy ships coming or leaving from the island are to be sunk without warning. I dont care what markings they have on them. I want the cruisers and destroyers launching missiles at that island as fast as they can reload. And call Sir Colville, and tell him we support full invasion of the Genetic.`

As the orders came to the airplanes and ships of the fleet, missiles started pouring in from the VLS cells towards every air-defense, buildings and enemy positions on the island. Over 200 missiles were launched from the cruisers and destroyers of the fleet, with another 150 laser-guided bombs and missiles launched from the 76 aircraft on top of the island.

As the missiles started hitting enemy targets, 30 helicopters that were escorting the landing troops, started launching missiles towards the enemies on the shore, pounding the forest and air-defenses on the coast. The landing ships started to advance towards the beaches, using their artillery to constantly bomb the zones where enemies may be hidded, and the beaches to make the possible mines explode. During this, the destroyers and some of the frigates started advancing towards the enemy shore, bringing their naval guns in range of the coast.

Admiral Dubois turned as he got a call from the Head of Military, Sir Colville

`Yes sir!`

`In light of the cowardly atack of the Genetic, we have decided for a full invasion of the Genetic State. 1st, 2nd, 3th and 5th Carrier Battlegroups have set sail for their borders, reinforced by 5 escort groups with 8 military ships each to institute a blockade around their island and hunt for their ships. The 4th Carrier Battlegroup will protect the landing party in a few days when we will send it. 200,000 troops are beeing armed and prepared for the war as we speak. I want that island pounded with bombs and then taken...fast. We currently have 132 military ships and 28 submarines heading for Genetic, and 20 B-2 Stealth bombers took off couple of minutes ago to bomb their main military bases in the neighbour islands.. The fleet will be commanded by our flag-ship CVN Victoria.`

Word reached the streets of Cagata, on Gene Island, WAR! WAR! People screamed, running to the National Bunkers. Men of the Reserves ran to the Armories, and grabbed their weapons and then head for the Grand Storehouse of the Community. They must protect the Genetic Legacy. Strykers surrounded the building, and baracades were assembled. Flak and mobile AA units were being moved in and set up as the sun began to set. The air-raid sirens began to blare, it had begun... night had begun to fall on the Islands, and the Genetic Legacy.

As the missiles scorched the earth on Isle Sophia, marines landed on the beaches, and started advancing inside, taking slowly the island under their protection. As the first wave took the island, a second one started from the fleet, accompanied by 300 marines brought by helicopters. At the end of the day, over 200 were taken prisoners, and almost 400 bodies were found and buried, togheter with their tags, so that their relatives would find them later.

In the meantime, the B-2 squadron was aproaching the military bases of the Genetic, and launched their missiles when they were in range. 120 missiles fired, leaving trails of fire behind them, towards their targets.

After unloading the marines needed to keep the island, and leaving some ships to protect it, the carrier group set sail towards Gene Island.

The Enemy B-2s decimated parts of the Genetic Military Bases, leaving 2,384 Soldiers and 293 Civilians dead. The Community was losing horribly, leaving one option to the Admiralty, Attack the Carrier Oituz. 12 SU-34 took off from Kaos Airfeild, with anti-ship loadouts. The observed radio scilence and stay under 300 feet to protect angainst most rader. They started to make their way down to the Oituz as night fell at 8:47pm.

Two Hours Later: The pilots under the cover of darkness found the Oituz, it was a small lighted beacon on the seas. The gunners locked their missiles onto the Oituz, at a location, at the waterline on the carrier, for maximum damage. They fired, 24 high-explosive anti-ship missiles streamed from under the fighters and headed for the carrier. The fighters quick, switched to their rockets and cannons, and began to strafe the deck and bridge of the Oituz. Almost at the same time, all of the fighters called "Weapons dry, RTB (Return(ing) to Base)". The Community had not fallen yet...

The admiral couldnt believe his eyes. He has made a fatal mistake, when spreading the fleet like that, and keeping only a few ships near him. The fighters have gotten through and radar reported 24 missiles heading for his ship. CIWS turrets started firing immediatelly, but there wasnt enough firepower in the ships around the Oituz to strike the missiles as they aproached at high speed. Three of them got through and hit the carrier, and as he felt the hits, Francis closed his eyes. It was too late, his naval carrier was finished at the first war he encountered. He looked around him and saw the wreckage of his ship as it was slowly but surely sinking in the ocean. One of the missiles has hit the munitions depot, he thought.

`Captain, order the evacution of the ship. The Oituz is lost.`, said the admiral with a weak voice.

`Raven squadron, take those bastards out of my sky. Its the last favor i`m asking from you. After that land return to mainland.`

He stopped, and stood straight as the people around him were starting to evacuate. He will go down with his ship. No point in returning home to see the disapointment in the Emperor`s eyes.

In the sky, at 10.000 ft. altitude, Gustave was watching togheter with his patrol squadron the disaster that has hit the 6th Fleet. `Allright guys, make those guys pay. You heard the boss.` As he finished his words, the 12 surviving planes of the Oituz carrier launched their long-range missiles, one by one, 48 of them were fired towards the 12 enemy planes that where retreating.

`Raven squadron, lets head home.`

Note of losses: 12 SU-34 Shotdown: of those 4 Successful Ejects, Red Cross Vessels picked up survivors.

The Emperor got pale as he heard the news of the carrier sinking and the death of his good friend, Francis Dubois. He stood down, as he could no longer bare the weight of the thousands that died in this war, on both sides. He took his head in his hands for a couple of seconds, as that was all the time he needed to take the decision, marked by the grief of lossing a friend. He begun to write, and half an hour later, an telegram was sent to the Genetic Stata.

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I write to you today, as Emperor of Calpe, to offer you once again the same terms i have offered before. You have rejected the offer the first time, and engaged in terrorist atacks under the banner of peace. We will forgive this offense, and offer the same terms once more, so that no more people will die from this. We are willing to have joint-custody of the island, you the northern part, and us the southern part. We are willing to let you build a military base, as long as we will do the same. Accept this, as this is the second and the last time I offer peace to you. Accept it and let us join hands in peace or face the Imperial Army and have on your conscience the deaths of hundreds of thousands of your civilians. The choice is yours, and it is the last one i`m giving you.
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As Stata of the Community of the Genetic, I will accept these terms. I am sorry about the loss of your dear friend, but my Admirals presented me with one option and I took it. I have ordered the Genetic Armed Forces to stand down. We request you withdraw your fleet from out waters. We also request aid to help rebuild what you have destroyed on out main Islands.

Signed,
Stata Ethan Aenic

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Very well, I am glad that you accept. Our fleets will retreat towards Isle Sophia, and keep position there for the time beeing. Regarding the economic help, since we only atacked military bases, we will not help you with rebuilding them for the time beeing. We will send help to rebuild the docks detroyed in the atacks, and maybe one day our ties can be stronger, as we learn to trust eachother. Maybe one day we can call our two nations .... friends.

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We thank you for your assistance. One day the Community of the Genetic will be strong, and hopefully that day we do call each other, Friends. Now, I must go attend to my people and help rebuild our military. Good day, Emperor.

Signed,
Stata Ethan Aenic