NationStates Jolt Archive


Revolution; in a pretty shade of Purple

Dubai Minor
07-10-2005, 10:13
Abu Dabi
6:37am

Morning sunrays broke over the cityscape of Abu Dabi, casting a dull purple haze into the sky. The morning hours, always tranquil and wrapped in peace. Thousands of Dubai Citizens were just waking up, opening their windows and doors to the beautiful sight, over their sprawling breakfasts. Something that could be afforded, thanks to the "heroic" efforts of the Surpreme King, Mushir Abbas. Of course, all of the new-found wealth came at a price. Freedom was being restricted, the Western Nations seemed so much more than Dubai Minor...instead of taking the step forward towards Westernization, as King Abbas claimed, it all seemed to be a leap backwards, like a child playing hopscotch. Only this was no simple game.

Just as Abu Dabi was beginning to stir, where ever so often a car could be heard rumbling down the streets, and the smell of traditional middle eastern cooking filled the air. The distant rattle of gunfire could be heard. Puny, single shots from small arms,muttled by the enormeous rattle of heavy machine guns.

The next thing that startled the otherwise civilized livelyhoods of the mundane citizens of Dubai, was the defeaning explosions as RPG rounds shattered the King's Palace. Columns of smoke lifted high on Pillars of fire, as gunfire continued to sing a very unholy choir. A few moments later, it all died down, only to be disturbed by the odd sprut of gunshots.

The Palace was indeed shattered. It's outter-walls breeched, its gates dangled unhinged. Blood poured from the open doorway into the Guard shack, a single hand outstretched from the shresh hold. Dubai Regulars and Royal Guards lay in twisted, tortured forms, littering the Palace grounds. The Palace itself was in no better shape. smoke barreled from the ground floor windows, gaping wounds poured fire from the stone walls, and debris lay every where. This coup was fast and hard. Taking everyone by surprise...after all, who really thinks of your own Military, and your own son, coming to kill you?

Abbas, that's who.

It took a good two hours to quench the blaze that took over the carnage. The local police force turned a blind eye, some called them corrupt...others, simply called them opprotunists, just like everyone else. Now was the time to rid Dubai Minor of their founding father, a tyrant. His son at the forefront, after his father ordered the Prince's death.

Prince Mulhulland Abbas, General in the DDF, Dubai Defence Forces, first born son and heir to the thrown, kicked through some charred debris that littered the floor of the King's Chamber. The well-cooked smell of death was awful, one couldn't tell if the smoldering coming from some debris piles was wood, or a corpse. Mulhulland approached his father's desk, which was amazingly untouched, despite the best efforts of rocketmen to utterly destroy this particular part of the Palace.

The General-Prince stood over the half burnt copse of his Father's closest aid...one of the few people that kept the King's decisions halfway sane. Now dead. He was a good man...but sometimes the lives of good men must be taken.



It all started two months prior. Mullhulland's younger Brother, the aspiring, but treacherous Huey Abbas, began to carefully lay his plan to become the next ruler of Dubai Minor. First, planting memos, and other such forged documents andn communiques, to frame his elder brother, for conspiracy. Whilest Mulhulland fought the last bit of counter-rebellion, the terrorist cells that followed the overhtrow of the former EUA, Heuy Abbas took the chance, his close relation with his Father, to make it seem as though, upon Mulhulland's return, he would sieze power on his own.

The General-Prince found out about the order for his death, loose lips in the chain of command, and of course, with his influence, it was hard not to find out. The Military wasn't particularly fond of their new King, as Military funding decreased, and what little funds did make it into the Military's hands, were often shoved down the pockets of corrupt Military heads. The leftover tanks from the EUA were largely in disrepair and disuse, spare parts could no longer be found for them, the airforce...well, drag would give an invading aircraft more resistance than the remaining airforce.

His army was so lacking in mechanization at the point of total sovereignty, that the most effective method of travel was confiscating Police Vehicles, which was far better equipped by then. Upon his return to Abu Dabi, which was done as quietly as possible, Mulhulland made certain his younger brother's promise of chaos was made clear. And thus, the third rebellion began.

---
7:05am

King Mushir braced himself as his armored Rolls Royce sped down the roadway, heading towards who knows where...anywhere, really, to escape the turmoil he and his son left behind. He had left thirty of his Royal Guard behind to defend the Palace, and to buy time for his own escape. Another one-hundred or so split up around the city, to incite more fighting, to further mar his own Son's efforts to defeat him. His Rolls roared in line with several escort vehicles, as the sun crept upwards to bring the day forth.

Huey looked back in shock, at the great plumes of smoke that rose towards the clouds. His plan couldn't have worked better, a certain sence of pride came over him, proud of his own caniving.

A few moments later, his cell rang...

"Yes?" He said.

"Sir! They've breached the Palace! Most of our Guard is gone!" It was his advisor. "I'm in your Chamber, it's the only safe place for now! What are your orders?"

"Stay where you are...do not let my Son get a second he could use to find me. Hold them off for as long as you can, order the men to fight 'till their last breath!"

"But, sir! Most of them are de-"...

Mushir hissed and pulled the phone from his ear as an explosion rattled, then nothing. A few moments, the phone went dead.

"Damnit..." Mushir cursed as he threw his phone to the floor.

"Is something the matter, Dad?" The young man said, as innocent as he tried to protray that question, it seathed with guilt.

"No, Son...your Father will be King again...and one day, you too will be King...your Brother, though. He will die."

---
Abu Dabi,
Royal Palace,
Communication Control Room
1:47pm

General Message, to all Nations with vested Interest in Peace Keeping, and the Middle East.

"I am Prince Mulholland Abbas, of Dubai Minor. I come, pleading for aid in a time most peril to the cause of Dubai and Her people. My Father, King Mushir, approaches the Western World with tyranny in the cloak of reform. His mothods are brutal, and have cost the lives of many people. He is a dilusioned King, on the run.

We come to all interested Nations of good will, in the hopes of recieving aid, prefferably in Military equipment, or manpower - to aid in the capture of my Father.

I hope this message is recieved and welcomed.

Peace be with you always,
General-Prince Mulholland Abbas

Factions:

EAU Loyalists: Those loyal to the original states of the EAU, ranging from common folk, to former generals and politicians. Although small in number, there are several known, autonomous groups, Various leaders unknown. Have resorted to acts of Terrorism in the recent past.

Royal Guard: Loyal to Mushir Abbas untill the end, 250 well armed, well-trained soldiers. Most escaped along with King Mushir and Prince Huey Abbas. Whereabouts unknown.

"Re-"Revolutionists: Led by Prince Mulholland Abbas, made up of mostly Military personnel of the regular army. Prince Mulholland has unofficially taken the Crown. Currently seeking his father, former King, Mushir, and younger Prince, Huey Abbas.

OOC: SO here's the deal. Revolution, yadda, yadda, oppressed people wanting freedom, ho ho ho, hee hee hee...you know the drill. All are invited to the show, grab a towel to soak up the blood if you're going in head first.

Basically, the Paradise that I saught to create isn't going so well...so, I'm going to change that. Even if it comes out worse for the wear.
No_State_At_All
07-10-2005, 10:24
No_State_At_All does not wish to become involved in internal conflict, but a navy patrol group will be despatched to the area to make sure that conflict does not spread. if we are forced by hostilities spreading accross the border to become involved then the offending faction will be anhiliated. that is all.
Arkanaland
07-10-2005, 11:06
No_State_At_All does not wish to become involved in internal conflict, but a navy patrol group will be despatched to the area to make sure that conflict does not spread. if we are forced by hostilities spreading accross the border to become involved then the offending faction will be anhiliated. that is all.


A timely reply was sent by an appointed aide:

"With Mulholland Abbas on the thrown of power, we can assure you that your vessels will be allowed within the 20 notical mile inclusion zone. However, we may not assure your safety. The former King of Dubai Minor is on the run, and with a sizeable force in tow. He may seek a water route escape, in which case, he may see you as a threat. Also, beware of certain other entities vying for power here in Dubai. Loyalists have been molesting vessels within the inclusion zone."
Difloxia
07-10-2005, 11:16
Apon hearing of the Revoulution, Madam President Kitan Rooker immediately prepared a team of trained guards to head out. Following this, she launched a message to the prince. It goes as followed.

" Young prince, The Confederacy of Difloxia has heard your plea, and is willing to assist in removing your father from the country. I am willing to send a team of my finest to protect you, and obey your orders. Give the word when you need them."

She closed the message and smiled,

The Confederacy had recovered from a Revolution of its own, Not long ago.

It used to be part of a large empire, And as it grew larger and larger, It cared less and less about the little people, People like Kitan, People that didn't want to support a empire that wanted only profit, Their ideals were constantly trampled apon. As it is, They do not want another dictator such as that to rise.
No_State_At_All
07-10-2005, 11:38
OOC: sorry,didnt clarify. the navy group is outside all territorial waters and wo'nt enter them unless attacked from within them.

IC: all other nations (particularly Difloxia) are warned to remain uninvolved in this conflict or face the consequensces. If and when there is an irretrevable breakdown of law and order, then No_State_At_All will allow (and be part of) a peacekeeping force to enter the country to restore order.
Difloxia
07-10-2005, 11:44
OOC: Intreasting, How would you block me entering, If I went by air? Hehe. >_> I have no Navy! Aieee.

IC:

Straight from the Confederacy of Difloxia's Presidents desk.

Dear No_State_At_All, I regret to inform you involvment is necesary if we wish to have a bloodless conclusion to this affair.

If requested by the prince, I will take action, Inaction is impossible.

And if you try to interfere, You will be violating my right to perform a peace keeping mission, The international community would not stand for that, Would they?
No_State_At_All
07-10-2005, 13:42
OOC: er, yes they would. and i say again: stay out. I can mobilise an army the size of your entire population within a (NS) day. dont argue.

IC:
FROM: NSAA Government
TO: Difloxia government

You are again warned not to get involved in this situation unless and until it is under control. The prince, although technically in rebellion, seems to have the situation under control. Inaction is easily possible and a bloodless end will not happen if foreign troops enter the country.

OOC again: BTW, that navy group includes an escort carrier with air complement onboard and i mean that about the lack of bloodlessness if any outside force goes in. think what would happen if the UK or america went in to restore peace in some backwards middle east country...
Dubai Minor
09-10-2005, 06:21
OOC: RL Dubai, in the UEA, is actually a very Westernized Nation. Catering largely to Oil and Tourist industries. Compared to Iraq, Afghanistan, etc, etc, Dubai is the Hollywood of the Middle East. Without Arnold.

IC:

Over five-hundred Soldiers of the Revolution had loaded up in Duece-and-a-halfs. Search parties combed the streets for loyalists, pooling them together in the massive Palace Square. All across Dubai Minor, citizens and soldiers alike broke their chains and with them, forged freedom. The more distant kin of the Royal Family fled, and were allowed to do so unmolested. It was understood that the only enemy in this revolution, was the Father of the General-Prince, now Tyrant-King-in-Exile. Mulholland knew that with him still alive, his reign could not be true, even though he wore the battered crown.

The air was alive, full of hope for tomorrow, as the sun stood tall at high-noon. The arid deserts would be rid of shade, and even the most well-suited for the blistering heat, would hope only for night.

The final caravan of dueces steamed towards the outskirts of Abu Dabi. Mulholland sat in the passenger side of the foremost Truck, listening closely to the radio. He listened to the crackled and mucked messages, of both successes, and utter failure from commanders in the field, taking pockets of resistance, and crumbling the pillars that held up his Father's reign. Mulhulland's revolution was having mixed results. Some towns and villages had little to no resistance to the coup, others, mostly on the rim of the Border, far away from the more brutally enfluenced areas of Dubai, fought untill the bitter end. Luckily large loss of life was avoided.

Mulholland's party would search the most likely place his Father would go to, his home city - Ar Ruways. The transport trucks, filled with men and supplies, approached the outskirts of Abu Dabi. Mulholland's stomach gripped tight as a semi rolled out from an intersection, barreling out in front of the convoy, crushing the rear end of a car parked on the corner, coming to an abrupt stop. The next thing anyone heard, was the clatter of gunfire, from all around. Royal Guardsmen, twenty-four in all, brought out the wrath of Allah. Concret and steel alike crunched and dinged as bullets rained down from the taller buildings on the street. Guardsmen spilled from alleyways, firing into the canvas that covered the dueces, where men would be chewed up.

Suddenly an RPG round burst from one of the building tops, and the truck behind Mulholland's exploded, its surviving occupants falling from the burning heap, most in flames themselves. After the first few moments of complete chaos, soldiers piled from trucks, gaining their bearings quickly, finding cover where ever they could. Mulholland himself lept from his truck, brandishing an AK-47, and fought alongside his men, just as he did as a General - which technically, he still was.

The intense fire fight that ensued lasted a long while, a good thirty to forty minutes. In the end, the Royal Guards, the elite of the elite...of the elite, stayed their ground and eventually died where they stood. But not before a good thirty regulars perished in the streets below, but numbers outweighed training in this bout. Mulholland himself sustained minor abraision from shrapnel, and his uniform was stained with his, and others' blood.

The Tyrant-King had gained even more of an upper hand, with every passing minute, he was further away.

Mulholland, against his will, was sent to the district's hospital, along with other wounded men. There he was briefed about other engagements around the city, all of which were one out by Mulholland's revolutionairies, but not before a bloody fight. His Father, buying time with blood.

His second-in-command, left in charge of the makeshift intelligence center, arrived at the well-guarded hospital room.

"Sir, I have good news and bad."

"Mmm..." Mulholland grumbled, trying not to prod at the stitches in his forehead. "What is it?"

"Well, our communique...has so far reached the ears of one other Nation besides NSAA...but the NSAA's enfluence has proven to be a double-edged sword. They refuse to allow the Second Nation, Confederacy of Difloxia, entrance into our Nation..."

"I can understand that, to some extent...but..." Mulholland continued on, with the message to be sent...

---

Official word of the General-King, Mulholland Abbas

To the Nations of NSSA, and the Confederacy of Difloxia, we thank you both for your help, and your interest in the region. The act of restricting Military aid to us in our time of dire need, is disheartening, yet understood. On the other hand, if restriction of non-military aid occurs, it will be considered a breach upon sovereignty, and a crime against our People. Also, let it be known, that any Medical aid given to soldiers of the Revolution, and to Civilians, during this hopefully brief period of turmoil, will be rewarded and repaid by monitary, or resource compensation. Namely, Oil.

Hopefully, to any Nation resrticting Military aid, will judge its stance wisely, and not bring more death to our People by also holding back Medical and Civil aid.

May Allah be with you,
Mulholland Abbas
No_State_At_All
09-10-2005, 13:47
Official communique to all the dubai minor factions:
NSAA will not prevent the entry of any humanitarian aid to any country, under any circumstances. we ourselves will be sending food and medical supplies asap. we will allow small unitsof international soldiers into the country to act as impartial escorts for said aid, and will send some of our own troops into the country in escort of our aid convoys which will be arriving in two [NS] days time.

OOC: the only reason i'm blocking military aid is that, from my IC point of view, the new government has nothing to reccomend it over the old. thismay prove to be wrong, at which point we will be sorry, but that will not change our stance for now.
Call to power
09-10-2005, 15:26
ooc: which group has the popular majority of the population's support? (that might sound a stupid question but the King does seem to be a national hero when you see "heroic efforts")
Dubai Minor
10-10-2005, 07:03
OOC: Not a stupid question at all, I should have specified. The one that holds true majority backing is the Prince, considering that he promises more forgiving laws (as in, the repeal of the "Three Strikes Law," which, unlike Western doctrine, denies the rights of Citizenship to the offender). At first, the only popularity he had was with the Military, which, due to the extreme levels of corruption allowed under the King, curcumvented much needed supplies/funds to Military personnel. Some units not recieving wages for up to six months. But as the conflict continues, Civilians as well are beginning to see the promises of prosperity and freedom that may be gained through backing the revolution.

Of course, there is still quite a bit of love for the King. Seen as a war hero, a "true" revolutionairy, in the farflung areas of Dubai Minor, and especially so in his home city. So really, the Prince holds the Majority, but only by a thin margin.

And No State at All, I understand OOCly, and I can certainly see the IC reasons for your actions. But, hopefully, this new Prince here will change Dubai for the better, if all goes well, and if I can get some good issues.

I'll post tomorrow. Goodnight all.
Dubai Minor
12-10-2005, 00:02
Homecoming...

Loudspeakers cracked and rang annoyingly in the ears of hundreds of spectators that horded around the King's estate. The local garrison showed up armed to the teeth - the virtue of being one of the only well-funded regular forces in the entire army. Tanks clanked down the main drive, and what was left of the Guardsmen stood in parade formation in front of the King's podium. All fell quiet for a good while, people waited and wondered in anticipation, as their king stood as proudly as he could muster. The "Good son" stayed by his side. Then the loudspeakers, wired at strategic areas throughout the cities, erupted.

"Valor...valor! My Mulholland knows no valor...even now his Armies seek to destroy me. All of Dubai has turned their collective backs upon us. All of us. All of you. Me. All of the true patriots of Dubai! It is now that I ask you all to stand up to my son as he rolls into our city! Make yourselves shields for your righteous king!"

More than a few people were frightened by what he was asking of them. He had it all wrong, this wasn't another fundimentalist, die-hard, fatwa and jihad declairing place. People didn't simply give up their lives on a whim. All over the city, people fled. Most went to their homes, knowing they would be left out of the fighting. Others packed up their vehicles with whatever they thought most precious, and attempted to leave the city, only to find road blocks at all exits. The people began to become enraged, trapped in their own city, by their own king...

---

One step towards Villainy

Capt. Muhamed Jerei and his one-hundred men assigned to block the northern artery into the city, found themselves flanked by refugees seeking safety outside of the city. Their cries for passage outside the cities would be to no avail. Many decided to simply walk, which was just fine, but by no means would any vehicle be allowed to leave on the road, for that would mean that Mulholland's trucks could just as easily enter.

For as far as the eye could see, cars lined up on the highway, paused by roaring with life, each small car piled high with luggage. Capt. Jerei found himself in an awful position, as he watched hordes of people crawl from their cars, and as if a tide of flesh and clothes, churned straight towards the blockade. Soon chanting could be heard, "Let us out," or were they saying...let us free?

The soldiers griped their guns and took for cover as rocks started to be thrown by the crowd, pelting the trucks that lined up on the road. Windscreens and fenders cracked and dented, respectively. A few of Jerei's men fell to the ground as concentrated rocks fell from the sky. The next thign they saw was even more unexpected. A glass bottle with a burning cloth screamed into the air, shattering on t he pavement, bursting into flames.

Panic set into Jerei's men, and Jerei knew that he lost control of the situation. Gunshots erupted. Women and children screamed in horror, men roared in anger. Some charged, falling to the pavement in bloody husks. Most fled, some sharing the fate of their more foolish, but brave comrades that attempted to fight back. Full magazines were unloaded on the crowd. Cars, and people, were chewed up by the awesome shower of bullets. In the end, many scores of civilians lay dead and dying...baking in the hot Dubai sun.


---
On the road to vengeance

Mulholland's trucks finally rolled on from Abu Dhabi, hundreds of them. They were to meet a further 500 trucks of men and supplies a few miles outside of Ar Ruways, and from there, destroy his father's reign. The Revolution went quite well, most cities were already in Mulholland's forces hands. Only four hold outs, and fighting in them was quite better. But take out the head, and the rest would fall.

The journey was slow, and took a good five hours to actually get close tot he destination. Mulholland's truck bore the bullet holes from the final incursion of Royal Guards left behind, no further incidents had occured yet. But soldiers and civilian alike were on the prowl in Abu Dhabi, seeking the blood of the Royals.

About ten miles outside of the city, the two convoys linked, a full force of 4,300 soldiers. A piss-poor amount, considering that almost 7,000 loyal soldiers awaited them, well, perhaps they weren't so loyal? Loudspeakers were rigged to some of the trucks, each bearing different recordings, each one different speeches made by Mulholland, promising victory, telling of atrocities made by his father, and prosperity under the Prince's rule. Good old fashioned propaganda, but all of it was true. Everyone, especially those in the military, knew it all to be true.

The trucks rigged with loudspeakers drew up near the outskirts, close to the blockades, but just outside of firing range, they had no major firepower. With the speakers on full volume, the voice of Mulholland was just barely made out, and his message of mercy and truth spilled into the ears of all those that were close enough, and whispers about it quickly spread through the city.

That was no consolation to Capt. Jerei though, as he looked dumbstruck at the horrible sight. He knew that under Mulholland, he would surely be put on trial...fighting was his only way out.
---
Cities under Control

Mulholland Abbas:
Abu Dhabi
Ra's al Khaymah
Mina Saqr
Umm al Qaywayn
Dubai
Al 'Ayn
Sharjah
Al Fujayrah
Khawr Fakkan
Mina Zayid


Mushir Abbas:
Ar Ruways
Qutuf
Mina Jabal Ali
Ajman
Bonstock
12-10-2005, 01:15
Bonstocknian Senate, Port Yuko, Bonstock

In the ornate chamber the delagates in silk suits sat at their mohogany tables while behind the polished podium stood the speaker. "And so, the votes have been tallied," the speaker said, "And by vote of 151 to 140, with 9 abstentions, the Military Budget Reduction Act of 2005 passes the Senate."

Half the chamber stood up and clapped jubulantly, as the other half scowled collectively. An old, wrinkled, French-looking man stood on the balcony overlooking, with a much younger assistant standing nearby, looked down in sorrow. "Well, Monsieur Smith, that's it. If the President signs this into law, all ve've worked so hard for, gone. The military budget, reduced by ninety percent... how will the company survive? I swear by mon Dieu, if Monsieur le President Gustavsson signs this bill, he'll regret it."

"Mister de Burgoise, if I may venture an opinion," the assistant said, "I do believe that there are indeed ways of solving this problem."

"Vell, what is it?"

The assistant took a newspaper off his seat, and opened to the 16th page. A small column beared the words "Revolution in Abu Dhabi," with a few words under it.

"Ah, monsieur Smith, our deliverance! I know just what to do."

"Oh, my mistake sir, I was pointing to this article." He pointed to an article with the headline "Scientist Discovers New Anti-Wrinkle Cream."

Mister de Burgoise looked at him for a second, and blurted out, "No pay for you! Come now, to ze board room!"

Somewhere in Dhabi minor
Two days later

The bright sun gazed down upon the shifting banks of desert sand below. Atop them, a small jeep rolled in the dust along the outskirts of Abu Dhabi. A man in dark sunglasses with black hair and tanned skin looked around. He stopped the jeep for a minute, and took a look at the map he was holding. "Dubai Minor... this must be the place... now where's this King guy..."

He put the map down, took a sip from a bottle of Mountain Dew, and cranked the radio up full blast, and the words blared out into the desert sky as the man snaped his fingers and accelerated the jeep.

Purple Haze, all in my brain,
Lately things they don't seem the same,
Actin' funny, but I don't know why,
'scuse me while I kiss the sky.

The jeep kicked up dust, and sped along the shifting sands under the hot desert sun. Finally, a tent surrounded by a guards came into view. The jeep screeched to a halt, and the sun reflected off the man's sunglasses as he got out and greeted the guards. In fluent Arabic, the man began, "My name is Vladimir Krasnova, and I represent the ArmsDiscounters Bonstock foreign sales department. I would like to speak his Majesty, King Mushir."

Vlad thought to himself for a second. Why the hell did the board want him to sell to these guys? Wern't the rebels more powerful, no doubt more cash on them?
Red Tide2
12-10-2005, 01:26
OOC:If you dont want the Red Tide Mafia involved... ignore this post.

IC:The 3 large cargo containers steamed into a random, medium sized port town in Dubai Minor. It steamed towards the docks, and without permission dropped anchor beside them. The decks of the ships were filled with cargo containers... and more, laying on the top of the bridges roof were snipers with PSG-1 Sniper Rifles. Masked thugs with M4A1 Assault Rifles jumped to the ground and unslung their rifles. The Red Tide Mafia had arrived.
Saint Fedski
13-10-2005, 00:56
From: The Committee of Humanitarian Aid
To: NSAA, Prince Mulholland Abbas, Difloxia

The government of the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski wish to bring peace to the region. In most revolutions, civillian suffering is inevitable so we are sending humanitarian assisstance, with a small escort of 40 armed men. A C-141 Starlifter from the Second Air Transport Unit will carry over 4 Humvees, 1 Jeep, 40 troops and 20,000 pounds of humanitarian aid. Six C-130E Hercules aircraft will also be packed with 5 pallets each of humanitarion aid. The aircraft will make a couple trips each between the Holy Empire of Saint Fedski before finally pulling the troops out. Also, depending on circumstances in other conflicts, a naval task force may be deployed with more aid supplies and a medical unit.

OOC:
Secretly coming in the airlift will also be 6 members of the Elite Guard (special forces). Their mission is to hunt down the king and either kill him or prevent his escape. Their mission is top-secret and only 1 of the 6, plus the Minister of Defence and the Chairman know about it.
Saint Fedski
14-10-2005, 02:54
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