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It was the early evening when forces loyal to Genorale Pierre Soult, occupied most of the Western Djel Valley Region of Dyelli Beybi. The Valley was an odd place, it was key to power in the State. Most of the Population inhabited the fertile ground near the Djel River in the West. In the South, in the river delta, lay Cyro, the Capital.

It had taken months of planning, agents loyal to Soult had discredited the democratically elected Government, hyped up talk of the threat of invasion and gradually united most of the Generals behind Soult. When the word was given they marched. Bath, Alexigrad, York and all the other cities along the river collapsed without a fight, but Cyro was different...

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A shell landed near the barricade, adding to the already solid din of gunfire that echoed around central Cyro, "The ships are fighting for Soult."

"What?"

"The ships... they're fighting for Soult."

The broad shouldered man leading the group was the High Chancellor, Eamon Collins, "We're f---ed."

Another shell exploded conveniently censoring his language. Nearby a police officer slumped forward, as a bullet tore through his throat.

A slightly built woman, from her slightly charred uniform, a senior member of the Metropolitan Police, slithered on her belly towards the huddled pair, "Ah, not meaning to alarm you your Honour."

"I'm not a judge." Collins grumbled, "What is it."

"We're really short on ammunition, the truth is we can't possibly win, we'll be overrun in half an hour, tops." she shrugged apologetically.

"Where's my wife?" Collins asked gravely, he rarely spoke of her in public, she had become something of an embarrassment in recent years, although people who were close to him, knew there was real passion in the relationship.

"At Sea. She's coming back at full speed, but there's no way she'll make it in time, she'll be here in two hours."

"Damn it Superintendent." Collins growled, "Give me your gun."

The Superintendent raised an eyebrow, but handed the High Chancellor her revolver, "What is Victory really?" Collins asked.

"Winning Sir?" the man from earlier, one of the few Soldiers who had stayed loyal to the Republic ventured.

"Well what is that? We all die in the end, unless I'm missing something."

The soldier shrugged, "You've got me there Sir."

"What is Victory, if not making a good end? Sure we can't win the defence of Cyro, but we can win our own personal battle here, we can buy time for Adelle. Pass the order, not one step backwards, and in 100 years time they will still be talking about what we did today!"

There was a cheer from the few men and women at the barricade, "Superintendent...?"

"Actually Sir I'm a Commisaar, and only a Chief Inspector." she grinned sheepishly, "But with all of the Cheka routing for Soult, I borrowed this uniform off a friend so nobody mistook me for enemy. Anyway, it's Davies Sir, 'Trish Davies."

"Commisaar in that case, head back to Parliament, and radio Adelle, tell her to keep going, and not to stop, to head North up the Djel until she breaks into Vrak, in the chaos, if she's lucky she might break through."

"If I hadn't just come that way I'd say I was being given the easy task, better send someone else in case I catch one."

Collins nodded to the Soldier...

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An hour and a half later.

Aboard the DBPS Fidel Castro the mood was tense. It had got worse when the news had reached them that Eamon Collins had been killed by a shell from an Armoured Cruiser. The Vice Admiral, his wife, Adelle Collins, had shut herself in her cabin and locked the door. They were coming into Cyro harbour now, fire lit the sky from the burning buildings, parliament was on fire, small figures scurried back and forth. The Captain was just thinking of knocking on the door when it opened in his face.

His jaw just about dropped, Adelle Collins had picked up a tricorn hat somewhere, combined with the old fashioned cut black leather jacket and white trousers, she looked more like a pirate than a Vice Admiral, "Ah Ma'am."

"F--- them all. Tell the men to dress however the hell they like, but to loose the uniforms, I won't have my crew wearing the same as Soult's scum." she looked in the mood to do murder, so the Captain saluted.

He was about to leave when she added, "Hoist the flag of surrender, get Sergeant Hicks to get a team kitted out with C4, and then open the armoury, when the bastards in their armoured cruiser pull alongside, we hoist my flag and board the bastards... and order the other three ships to tie alongside and put all their crew on here."

"Aye aye Ma'am."

In about ten minutes an Armoured Cruiser did just that, Collins was on the deck by now, the Captain at her side. Most of the crew were crouched just inside the doors to the main deck, armed with pistols, shotguns, submachine guns and cutlasses. The Prefect was an odd ship, the deck was just about flush with the waterline, all that protruded, was a CIWS system on the stern and a huge turret with two stumpy 12" cannons. Just in front was an open hatch which led into the interior, "I don't think we'll need the explosives after all... remember, I don't want to see any Officers taken prisoner."

A crewman from the Fidel Castro wordlessly tossed a ladder over the side, the Captain of the prefect grabbed it and began to clamber nimbly up. He reached the top, saw Collins and sneered. His sneer turned to a look of shock as she drew her pistol. A split second later his head jerked back in a spray of blood and brain matter as he was shot back off the ladder, "Kill them all!" Collins shouted shrilly.

Her troops scarcely needed encouragement, Collins had been a pirate, and her crew were the roughest and most brutal sailors ever to have set out from Dyellian shores (which was saying a lot).

In the chaos nobody noticed what was happening to the Prefect until it was too late, Collins was among the first into the deck, and the third into the ship's interior. The Prefect's crew were surprised, and she showed no mercy as she hunted then down the claustrophobic corridors of the Armoured Cruiser. At one point someone shot at her with a shotgun, she stepped back quickly, slipping in someone else's blood, and careering backwards, someone else jumped over her and stabbed the man in the gut with a dagger. He collapsed sobbing. Collins stood again, grimacing, and charging forward again. The red mist was upon her, and she killed, leading the slaughter from the front. She grabbed a shotgun off the ground, emptying the still loaded chamber into a Naval officer's chest, tearing great holes in his lungs and shredding his heart in a ghastly fountain of blood. It wasn't enough to sate her desire for revenge.

Eventually she ran into the bridge, a dead end, and stopped, panting. Some of her other crew lay around. The room was splattered in blood, corpses littered the room, while many of the instruments had been completely destroyed by gunfire, "Does this ship still work."

"In theory." someone ventured.

"Did we take any prisoners?" memories of the fight were hazy at best.

"Some engineers and some gunners." someone piped up, he was called Palmer, a Captain of one of the ships in her Squadron and a thinking type.

"Good. Well let’s get this thing moving."

"Where are we heading?" it was Palmer again.

"North." she growled, "We'll kill anyone who tries to stop us, Dyellian, Vrakian or any-bloody-one else. One day though, I swear I'll rip Soult's heart out and eat it."

It wouldn't be today, for despite her small victory, Adelle Collins, former Vice Admiral of Dyelli Beybi knew that this day belonged to Soult.

Prefect had been shadowed for a while by Bull another ship in the class, but a shell from Prefect had knocked out Bull's and the other armoured cruiser had beaten a retreat.

Some minutes later Collins' crew had recieved a Radio Message from shore, from their perpetual contact woth what was left of the Government's forces, Commisaar Davies. They'd picked her up shortly after. The Commisaar had put out onto the River on a small launch powered by an outboard motor.

They didn't run into any more trouble, and Cyro slipped behind them as the deceptively fast Cruiser slid silently up the Djel, "Jesus Christ you guys look a mess." Davies blasphemed as someone gave her a mug of coffee from the mess.

"Why did you come out here?" Collins asked, on one level she was glad to have picked up a survivor, but on another wished it had been Eamon rather than Commisaar Davies. She tried to moderate her tone and not sound too resentful, "I thought you had agreed to fight to the death."

"No. The agreement was to fight for as long as it took for you to get here." Davies replied, shaking her head, there was a pause, "I found... information."

"What kind of information?" Collins demanded, she hated when people were deliberately vague.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Davies smiled apologetically, making it clear she wasn't going to spill the beans, "We need to get to the Lords of War."

Palmer, the third person in the room, spluttered in protest, "Are you insane, they'd probably eat us, we don't have enough fuel anyway." he was supposed to be monitoring the removal of corpses from the ship, but the crew were managing on their own.

"You're bloody pirates, steal some fuel." Davies shot back, "If we don't get this information to the right people every last one of our species is going to die, Soult, you, me."

"Impossible." Collins snorted in derision, "The human race is numberless, there isn't a weapon or virus invented that could wipe us out."

Davies just stared, "You mean nobody told you? It is covered by the Oficial State Secrets Act, but even so I assumed you'd know. Captain Palmer, shut the door."

She waited for the door to shut before letting the pair in on what she was talking about. At first Palmer refused to believe, but as the evidence began to sink in, he too understood. After that there was no doubt that they were going to go along with Davies.

OOC: Just to let you know that I am sending a fleet here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9970759&postcount=28), but they won't know what's going on, until they either encounter Collins at sea or are told by their superiors. Since major cities are falling to the rebels, how much information are you comfortable with the rest of the Klatch finding out?

OOC: Collins is actually sailing up the Djel. I'm comfortable with Klatch finding out more or less everything that is logical they would be able to deduce. For instance they'll know the Dyelli Beybians are fighting each other again, and they'll know Soult is leading the rebellion. They'll also know that Eamon Collins is dead and that Adelle Collins is unaccounted for, although they probably won't know she has stolen a giant version of the Monitor and is going at full speed towards Vrakian waters. They'll also know the next bit...

Political Broadcast from the Arctic Territories by Chairman Semnov,
Translated from Moskauan

"In light of the Recent events in the Djel Valley, and the rapid consolidation of control by the military, the Region of the Dyelli Beybian Arctic Territories hereby declares it's full independence of both the Governments of Cyro and and Port Olympus. The Federation of Timaru and Moskau hereby declares itself to be a full and independent Nation, not shackled by the tyranny of the likes of General Soult. Long live the Revolution!

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The implications for Dyelli Beybi in this were potentially catastrophic. The D.B.A.T. was not the seat of power, but in declaring itself independent, had effectively halved the population as well as impacting heavily on the vehicle manufacturing and mining sectors, it was something Cyro was very unlikely to accept happily.

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An Observatory, Deep Desert

It was the sound of gunfire that woke Felix Dzerzhinsky. Then his door burst open, and he was confronted by a Uniform he had not seen in many years. It was a light brown, with putees instead of boots and a deeper and wider helmet than what the Dyellians wore, "Comtzar Dzerzhinsky?" the man in the doorway asked, hefting an assault rifle.

"Va, je ja." it was odd to be speaking his native language this far south.

"Bavro nic egro, egroz vasing delen."

Dzerzhinsky laughed as he stepped over the body of a dead guard, leaving the small room that had acted as his cell for the past few months, it was almost too good to be true, he was 'vasing delen', he was 'going home', to the Arctic Territories, to the The Federation of Timaru and Moskau, although he had no idea he was going to an independent Nation as of yet.

Tactical Groups Namroth Vedic, had been stationed about 500nm south of Dyelli Beybi, monitoring 'pirate' activities, but Admiral Aymara received new orders from Tollan and the entire Tactical Group began heading at full speed toward the bit of Dyelli Beybi's coastline where the Klatch Guard base was loacted. The Tactical Group would stop due south of the Klatch Guard bse, about 100nm miles out, still in 'international' waters, but much too close for Dyellian comfort to be sure. Their progress would be slowed at times, as they detected and stopped to clear Dyelli Beybi's various minefields that lay in international waters.

In Tollan, Retaliatory Guard Command was even busier, the entire fleet of Atlas Sea Transports were in dock at Coventry, Costa-Tula, Costa-Mela and South Haven and the activated Retaliatory Guard armies that had been slated to support forces already in Karmanyaka, but had been halted, due to the lessening of the crisis there. There was also rumor that all twelve remaining Red Jaguar Battalions had been activated and were being loaded onto various Revenge Class Battleships still at port.

The Sea of Lacon as well was emptying of Naval Guard units as the four Tactical Groups that had been stationed there now headed south out of the Sea of Lacon and then West.

The Free Republic appeared to be prepared to act, yet again, with a full force still in Karmanyaka.

OOC: Very short. Sorry. In between essays.

IC:

The Vrakians had always made it a point to monitor the state of Dyelli Beybi, given the fact that it appeared to be the potential invasion route of choice for other powers. Now, the VIS was working overtime. The announcement by Federation of Timaru and Moskau caught them off guard, and suddenly everyone was scrambling.

The Vrakian corridor suddenly went into high gear. Live munitions were issued and bomber groups activated. Maintenance schedules were pushed up and the new toys from Sketch would undoubtedly play a role in the southern border.

The large naval fleet now gathered its strength in the Walrus sea and prepared its southern journey. This time, however, it would appear that, if detected by overhead satellites (and only a blind man could fail to see it) that the force would appear to be occupational in nature - given the large number of transport vessels along with the assortment of capital ships.

A careful observer, if watching Vrak itself, would notice an increase in rail traffic to its southern border. At the moment, no efforts were made to conceal this from observation.

Care was taken as long range recon craft thundered into the heavens to monitor not only Dyellian activities but also Vaadian movements. Suffice to say, Vrak was displeased with that nation.

A key was informed to bring this issue before Parliament. As well, the Military High Command sent heavily encrypted messages to Fasta Benji, Dukratus, North Germania, LOW, and Alcona & Hubris apprising them of the situation and a plan to develop joint military action. Suffice to say, Vrak made it clear to the others that it would not see Karmanyake part II and was also clear that that situation was far from unresolved - at least in Vrakian eyes.

Other states were, of course, informed, but it was as yet unclear to their level of military might and how much they could contribute. Certainly Tanah Burung could not due to its rebuilding efforts but, perhaps they could act in some form of mediation capacity.

Retaliatory Guard Command always had two RASTER satellites trained on the Klatch, though it seemed that sometimes it wasn't enough. Tollan Fire Control had noticed the increased activity in Vrak. The Glorious Kingdom's activities were passed up to the duty commander and then on to the First Republican's office, the Minister of Defence was out of the country.

Tollan had already begun sending ships, and gathering an invasion force to do what they had done in Karmanyaka, something that the Federation had been reluctant to do.

The First Republican looked over the data from Vrak and turned to the Minister of Foreign Affairs. "Alec, maybe you'd better chat with the Vrakian Ambassador. It looks like we make out point before William gets a chance to address Parliament."

Sir Alec looked up from the drink he was making " I can do that, Tollan would be pleased if Federatio9n forces took care of things for once, being a Klatchian ploice force isn't popular with Command."

The First Republican nodded "Yes, see if the Vrakian Ambassador will meet with you."

Alec noded back as he dropped a cherry into his Manhattan "Roght-o, I'll call him first thing tomorrow."

A shell whistled nearby, causing a huge spurt of water as it spashed into the river, "Elevate 8 degrees, fire!"

The Prefect returned fire, sending a deafening blast of sound echoing through the cramped interior. Commisaar Davies covered her ears and wondered what the hell she'd got herself involved in. She noticed Palmer mouthing something at her, and took her hands away from her ears, "What?"

"I said it's not always this loud!"

"Bloody hell it's deafening!" another shot echoed from the Prefect, then an almighty clang and explosion from outside that shook the ship violently in the water.

Back in the main turret Collins gave a whoop of joy, "You see that, their shells can't penetrate! F--king shore cannons can't get the better of us, give the bastards hell, for the Republic! For the Fatherland! For Revenge! Lets give the dogs a good pounding!"

"Shall we slow down Ma'am?"

"Heck no, full flank, they'll have a plane on us in minutes, then we're sitting ducks, Vrak is less than a kilometre away, and they won't follow us that far upstream."

Another shell bounced more or less harmlessly off the deck, Collins laughed again, and dropped lightly down the ladder to the lower deck, "Hey Gavin, you're going to love this..."

The ship moved on, some moments later passing into Vrakian territory, and probably straight towards the Vrakian Armed Forces massing on the border.

Juliet Seabrook was enjoying her evening coffee when she received a visit from her aid. She looked up rather crossly at the young man. "Whiloughby, I told you not to interrupt me in the mornings. They are my time. This had better be important."

Whiloughby shuffled for a moment. "Erm, Lady Seabrook, it seems like there's been some cort of coup d'etat in Dyelli Beybi. A revolution, so it seems."

Seabrook sighed. "God damn it all... It seems someone's out to get us..." She muttered with a sigh.

Wiloughby looked at her, waiting for more words. He eventually muttered "Your orders? You need to make some sort of statement."

"No, I don't", the noble replied, "That country is key to our plans. We'll be quiet for now, and monitor the situation. Write me up a full report of what you can find, and monitor the agents that they may need to move from their current locations. Now, go. It's the evening. This is me time."

Wiloughby nodded and left, rolling his eyes when he had left the secretary’s office. Meanwhile, Juliet Seabrook put her small spoon into her cup and stirred up the coffee with a tired frown. Leading nations was so very taxing.

Ministry of External Affairs
TRAVEL ADVICE
Nation of Dyelli Beybi

All Macisikani citizens are strongly advised to defer any and all travel to the nation of Dyelli Beybi until further notice; all Macisikani citizens currently in Dyelli Beybi are strongly urged to leave that nation at once. Those who consider their presence in Dyelli Beybi to be essential should suspend their activities and leave that nation as soon as possible.

All Macisikani citizens in Dyelli Beybi, whether departing or remaining, should register with the Ministry of External Affairs (contact details below).

All foreign citizens wishing to leave Dyelli Beybi and travel to Macisikan must register with the Ministry of External Affairs, Secretariat of State for Immigration and Tourism (contact details below); MinExAff (SSIT) reserves the right to refuse entry to anyone deemed a security risk.

This advisory applies ONLY to the nation of Dyelli Beybi, and is issued due to lack of stability in the nation. It is STRONGLY recommended that foreign citizens take note of this advisory. The remainder of the Federated Klatchian Coast is considered safe, however Macisikani Citizens are strongly urged to exercise caution in areas where Dyellian offices and facilities are located, and to avoid areas bordering that nation.

OOC: Consider this a glorified TAG, and letting you know if you want me to stick my big nose in, I'm up for it.

Prefect had run into difficulties. They were now rather illegally steaming into Vrak, straight towards Port Olympus, the big problem though was the fact that they were rather rapidly running out of fuel, "Had we been running the engine at a reasonable rate, sure, we might have made it to Lords of War." the Chief Engineer explained, also as I'm sure you already know we're more or less plumb out of rations. We can drink water from the Djel."

"I'd rather not." Collins' reply was filled with disgust, "The crew would run less risk of catching some kind of disease or parasite if they licked out the toilet bowls."

The Engineer nodded, he had to agree on that point. The Vice Admiral looked an entirely different woman these days, she looked tired, her angelic features worn, that perpetual look of total innocence replaced by an expression that spoke of a personal suffering that was slowly killing her, "The crew can't work on an empty stomach either, well they can, but it wouldn't be safe, there will be accidents."

"I doubt the Vrakians will give us anything. We'll have to steal something."

"Aye aye Ma'am." the Engineer wondered if this was wise, but didn't comment, Collins knew best.

They did steal it. In fact they raided a Vrakian cargo ship. Pumping off all the oil, purloining all the food and water, and stealing half of the cargo for good measure before sending it packing back downriver. They hadn't harmed the crew, Collins hadn't cared either way, but Davies had argued it would cause them to get a much more hostile reaction from any other Klatchians they mgiht meet, Palmer had backed her up. It had further cememnted the idea in Collins' head that Palmer and the Commisaar were up to something, although she hadn't quite figured it out yet.

Either way the event was sure to cause controversy, "We'll be arrested for sure." Davies commented, then yawned sleepily. Technically she was an Officer, and as such had managed to wrangle a single cabin.

Palmer shrugged, he had seated himself on the single chair, "Who knows, she might be planning to shoot her way through Port Olympus, like she blasted past the Artois line."

"It's madness, sure she's grief stricken, but she's going to get us all killed." she sat up on the small cramped bed, pulling the sheets up around herself for modesty's sake.

"Or just arrested." Palmer replied.

"She doesn't seem to understand, we need to get to Lords of War." Davies grimaced, "Or else this is a complete waste of time and we might as well all go back South and take our chances with Soult."

"Maybe not." Palmer had taken on a pensive expression, "There will be Var in Port Olympus, we can get to talk to them if we get arrested."

"Who says they'll let us? They might just blow us out of the water and be done with it." Davies repled, playing the devil's advocate.

"We negotiate. Prefect is a tough ship to sink, we know that, they know that. Hopefully they'll play it smart and talk first."

"Hopefully." Davies smiled at some personal joke, "With any luck."

"Anyway, I'll let you get dressed and so on. I should go and see what crack brained ideas Collins has come up with this morning."

"I'll see you on the Bridge in half an hour Captain." Davies replied formally.

The railroad convoy snaked its way into the Dyellian state, bound for the jump off point in Fasta Benji. An unsually high level of precaution was being taken, for although items such as tanks and artillery were visible (and not out of place in the militarized Klatch), there were roughly one hundred cars that were completely covered and relatively thickly armoured. For inside, the new purchases from Sketch were housed and were to be used in the conquering of Klatchworld. The military brass wanted to test out these products in a combat environment.

In the now misnamed Vrakian corridor (but still in the vernacular and most likely will never be erased), 200 Stalker units were quietly placed along the border with Dyelli Beybi. Unrest in that southern state always made their northern neighbours nervous, which meant the Vrakians were always edgy. Coupled with the fact that there were actually a Foreign Guard base in Dyelli made the Vrakians even more…edgy.

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How a Vrakian hauler could be seized by Dyellians was, well, quite a surprise. Most likely, the sneaky southerners played upon the good graces of the naïve Vrakians before absconing with fuel. It would be a little while before the civilian ship would check in, thus probably giving the Dyellians sufficient cover to reach their destination. After all, despite the increased tension, Dyellian shipping was not yet being inspected at the state border due mostly to the expense that generally caused.

(OOC: My apologies for being away, I'm still only going to be on infrequently. I'll be back online regularly in 2 1/2 weeks).

Dyelli Beybi had stabilised... somewhat. The West of the Country was controlled by Generale Soult, now calling himself 'Emperor of Greater Dyelli Beybi'. He did not, however control East Benjia or New Dyelli, both of which were negotiating with Soult as to what form the new Government would take.

He did not control Saint Guineford's or the surrounding land. That area was controlled by the Cardinal of Saint Guineford's, who had proven to have a fanatical force, which swelled each time he won a victory. He also had an able band of commanders at his disposal, and despite initially being vastly outnumbered, had held the town and pushed the garrisons out. Many of the garrison troops had defected, and while he still could not face a full Division of the DBPA, he was becoming more than a nuisance.

Soult also did not control the DBAT, which was in open rebellion against Klatch as well as Dyelli Beybi. The 'Federation of Timaru and Moskau' as it called itself had sent troops to the border of Karmanyaka, as well as begining to fortify Timaru, the only port it controlled onto the Klatchian lake and river system. It was entirely possible the Rogue State had plans on snatching a Sea coridoor off Karmanyaka as they were effectively hemmed in by Klatch at this point.

With the increase in stability came an envoy from Soult to Port Olympus, with a mesage to all the Klatchian states and a request to speak to the Vrakians and the Alconians in private. The message was simple ''help us crush the Northern Rebellion and we will give your companies the right to explore for oil in Dyelli Beybi.'' Dyelli Beybian oil fields were vast, with large areas still unexplored, the deal could prove highly lucrative, while Timaru and Moskau, with it's large standing Army and Airforce could prove quite a handful should it chose to wage war against Klatch.

It was at the same time that a Dyellian Armoured Cruiser, reported as 'lost in action' appeared trying to sneak through port Olympus without causing alarm. It did it by the traditional Dyellian method of disguising large very obvious objects. It sailed in brazenly in full daylight, flying a rather tattered Republic flag and generally hoping that the authorities would just assume it had persmission or clearance (as it wasn't trying to hide), at least until it had cleared the town and slipped onto the lake.

You are watching MNB News

"... has yet to qualify the statement.

Events continue to unfold in the conflict in Dyelli Beybi, with the General Soult, leader of the military coup against the democratically elected government, proclaiming himself "Emperor of Greater Dyelli Beybi".

We have learned that the General has sent an envoy to Port Olympus, however our correspondents in the Klatchian Capital have not ascertained for what purpose. Areas of Dyelli Beybi are still in considerable unrest, with some areas beyond his control, and one in the throes of a separatist rebellion.

His Imperial Majesty's Government has yet to recognise the self-proclaimed "Emperor" of Dyelli Beybi, but has already stated that they will not interfere, considering the affair an internal matter of the Klatch. However, sources within the Houses of Parliament have already indicated that there is considerable displeasure on the part of the leadership.

States-General nominations continue, with..."

[Any thread history on this? Post to come later.]

The last of the Vrakian convoys to Fasta Benji for the upcoming Klatchian expedition had safely arrived (ooc: can edit this if you wish DB) but the situation in Dyelli Beybi made the High Command nervous. The borders between the two states were now all but sealed up as more troops were shifted from the centre down to the Vrakian corridor.

VIS agents, such as they were in the Klatch’s most unruly state, were feeding back scattered information on the situation on the ground and took care to avoid the Checka and whatever other factions were lurking about.

Within Port Olympus itself, the Vrakians sent word that they were ready to meet with their southern neighbours but with the passing of their King doubted that they could do as much as they once could. Indeed, Vrakian pride took a body blow with the loss of influence that the office of presidency brought and some of their smugness were wiped from their faces. Still, the possibility of access to oil fields did interest the walruses – despite the slow conversion of the power grid to fusion (by way of Cold Star) and plasma power generation.

The Dyellian cruiser was finally located amongst the civilian traffic and a patrol boat was sent to intercept.

VIS was further confounded by anonymous e-mails from a 'Mr. Johson', that gave rather acurrate information on the situation in St. Guineford and Cyro, complete with startlingly sharp satellite images of Soult's operations, his movements to take recalitrant St. Guineford's and of his forces in general, including images of Solt's forces surrounding the Foreign Guard base quite menacingly.

These e-mails were sent in dispatch form every other day or so, CC'ed to a plethora of lower level VIS agents ( The real VIS agents had more secure email addy's) and to the Vrak Diplomatic Corps. Whoever Mr. Johnson (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=370156&page=42) was, he was apparently in Dyelli Beybi and apparently had access to a lot of information.

-Interesting addition of information.
-Some of it does check out. We have confirmation of the satellite images.
-Indeed. Well, let us keep receiving it unless we have reason not to.
-Should we not work to uncover who this 'Mr Johnson' is?
-Not at the present. Besides, I want to keep an eye on those tactical groups off the Dyellian coast. Status on bomber wings?
-Vrakian corridor bomber wings are ready to go. We have targetting coordinates should it come to it.
-Excellent. And our man in Port Olympus?
-So far, the Dyellians have been making noises to meet with us and the Alconians in private.
-Usual procedure. Have them meet with us in our offices there. I'm sure our keys suspect that we bug them and we can't be everywhere in Port Olympus without bumping into the others secret services.
-Quite, sir.

(OOC: No, sorry, all the thread history is really enclosed here, although the recent threads detailing Government scandals are related)

The Dyellian Cruiser in Port Olympus sped up to 33 knots, racing towards the point where it could slip into the lakes, nobody had hailed it, so it pretended it hadn't noticed the Patrol Boat.

Meanwhile diplomats in the service of the new Emperor prepared to embark to Vrak (carying much better expressions of sorrow for the loss of the King than the bungling Foreign Office had managed so far).

[That's fine. Just going to try and channel a little Machiavelli. Oh, and unless y'all have quantum computers, the encryption on these messages is going to be unbreakable. Even if somebody can break it, I would greatly appreciate it if those somebodies could withold the information for a bit.]


..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048 QKb Encryption::..
TO: Leadership of Federation of Timaru and Moskau
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: An Offer

On behalf of Her Imperial Highness, I send you greetings and salutations. We take note, not without some surprise, of the manner in which your fledgling nation has sprung from the seed of a coup not your own and managed to so upset the Emperor of Greater Dyelli Beybi, and resumably the rest of the Klatch.

With that in mind, I offer your nation a treaty to go along with the diplomatic recognition of the Federation that we will soon reveal to the world. The Imperium offers most Most Favoured Nation status, with the free trade agreements attendant, but of defense against the predations of the Emperor and the Klatch as a whole. We won't station any troops on your soil, just set up naval patrols to act as a shield against any landing operations. In return, all we ask is that the Federation just merely continue existing, as well a favourable trade agreements.

Either way, I eagerly await your reply.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..


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TO: The Emperor of Greater Dyelli Beybi
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: Agreements

On behalf of Her Imperial Majesty, I bring congratulations for your victory. While the Empress realizes that Dyelli Beybi and the Imperium have often been in direct opposition in the past, I must point out that it was because of the policies of the former regime. We have recieved with great joy the news of the executions of the majority of the Collins clan, the world is a better place without them.

The External Security Service notes with some concern that you have not yet consolidated the entirety of the primary Dyelli Beybi landmass. The Imperium obviously feels that any supporters of the Collins regime should, ney, must, be crushed. To that end, the Imperium offers the services of some of its best divisions to help end this bloody conflict, which would obviously follow Imperial recognition of Your Highness as the rightful ruler of Greater Dyelli Beybi. In return, the Imperium only asks two things; that the Imperium be granted permission to hunt down and execute (pardon the pun) the outstanding warrant of Piracy against Admiral Collins, and that Your Highness seek a peaceful resolution to your quarrels with the Federation of Timaru and Moskau.

As always, I await futher correspondance.
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(OOC: Being as I'm temporarily overseas the Timaru and Moskau Nation is on holiday mode and I'm just running Dyelli Beybi, they'll speak for themselves once I'm back home)

To: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
From: Director General of the KGB, Moskau
Subject: RE:An Offer

While an interesting offer, we are not certain exactly how a stationing of naval assetts off the coast of the Federation would be of any benefit whatsoever. Timaru and Moskau is a landlocked state. A stationing of air assetts would be of much greater use to us. We would be prepared to negotiate such a deal.

Regards,
Commisaar M. Prosinetski

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To: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
From: His Imperial Majesty Pierre Soult I of Greater Dyelli Beybi
Subject: RE:An Offer

Naturally it is felt that the destruction of all the High Chancellor's associates would be of great benefit to us all. We have some information as to the whereabouts of the Pirate Collins. She has stolen a highly valuable Armoured Cruiser and set sail into central Klatch. Any aid in it's retrieval would be greatly apreciated, although we would like to stress that we wish to see the Prefect remain in one piece. War is expected with Ilek Vaad and it would be an invaluable assett in the defence of the capital.

Regarding Timaru and Moskau, their existance is a major problem for all of Klatch, and probably for your Nation as well. Not only do the Moskavites occupy most of Dyelli Beybi's arable land, but are sheltering many of the previous regime. They will undoubtedly attempt to reassert their authority over the Southern States if allowed to exist.

Yours with the greatest respect,
Pierre Soult I

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(OOC: T&M can only be reached up a river from Dyelli Beybi or Fasta Benj and across a Lake. Alternatively it can be reached by crossing one of several other states or going via the ice flows North of Vrak. For reference, if Dyelli Beybi was Klatch's Mexico, T&M would be up in northern Canada.)

The Shores of T&M

If one stood on the sandy shores of Lake Olympus one would get to see the shiloetes of several cruisers and coastal battleships that were now creating an effective blockade of the young republic. Offically any civilian ship could pass through the blockade but both ships and aircraft were being informed that they were allowed only sixteen miles from their shores.

Port Olympus
The Dyellian Cruiser was not molested. Even if their appeared to be several ships keeping their guns trained on the vessel as she slipped up the river and out into the lake.

[Danke. Obviously I'm trying to make the Republic into a Taiwan to the Empire's mainland China.]

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TO: Director General of the KGB, Moskau
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: RE: RE: An Offer

Obviously anything the Imperium can do to allow for a greater chance for your fledgling states' survival, we will. To that end, the Imperium tentatively offers to station a squadron of medium bombers, a squadron of heavy bombers, a squadron of strategic bombers, a squadron of superheavy bombers, and five squadrons of interceptors. The Imperium can also station a handful of ELINT and AWACS aircraft, along with satellites, to monitor any events.

The Imperium has noted through regular satellite sweeps of the area that several heavy bombardment ships have taken station along your lake in what can only be described as a blockade. While the Imperium is not eager to start a war with the Klatch, just the opposite is true, we are perfectly willing to see how far the joint Klatchian armed forces is going to bend.

Oh, and as an aside, I feel obligated to notify you that the Imperium has been in contact with the Emperor of Greater Dyelli Beybi to negotiate with them so as to prevent any violent moves against your Republic. Unless you have some great objection, the Imperium will do what it can to make sure no harm befalls your country.
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TO: His Imperial Majesty Pierre Soult I of Greater Dyelli Beybi
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: RE: RE: Agreements

While the Imperium thanks you for this information, we ask if anything more solid can be provided by your intelligence services. If the Imperium is going to send a squadron of heavy cruisers after Collins, we need as much and as specific intel as possible as to her whereabouts. Also, it should be noted that whatever shape the Prefect is returned in will depend greatly on whether or not, and how soon, Admiral Collins surrenders; we will try as hard as possible to make sure the your cruiser is returned to your service. On a different note, I must be able to relay to General Jackson how many divisions, and of what composition (heavy or light), you need to complete the task of making the Collins Regime a memory fit only for obscure books.

The Imperium also notes that you expect war against Ilek-Vaad. Obviously the Imperium would be very interested in seeing that traitorous nation burn and we are more than willing to send forces to make absolutely sure of that when the time comes.

While I understand your problems regarding the Republic of Timaru and Moskau, I must point out that any military action taken against them will only compound your problems where Ilek-Vaad is concerned because you will invariably take losses and the traitors might seek to take advantage of such a thing before you can make good those losses. Let the Imperium try to mediate the issue. I make note of the fact that the Republic has control of the majority of the arable Dyellian land, and surmise that the Republic hasn't exactly been all that understanding, so I am wondering how the Imperium might help your Empire with its food situation, assuming your allies in the region can't entirely make up any shortages.

The Imperium is very eager to make a friend in what has traditionally been a region hostile to us, we will do anything we can to secure your friendship and cooperation.
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To: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
From: Director General of the KGB, Moskau
Subject: RE:RE:RE:An Offer

This offer seems acceptable at this stage, we would be pleased to provisionally accept, although some minor tweaking with more emphasis on the interceptors and less on bombers would be of greater benefit as the Federation of Timaru and Moskau is not planning an offensive campaign against Klatch at this stage as it undoubtedly would prove disastrous.
We are pleased to invite envoys from the Scandavian States to Moskau to discuss the matter further.

Regards,
Commisaar M. Prosinetski

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To: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
From: His Imperial Majesty Pierre Soult I of Greater Dyelli Beybi
Subject: RE:RE:RE: Agreements

The Collins regime in Dyelli Beybi can be concluded to have been eradicated in the Djel Valley, however it has not been removed from the Northern Territories, the breakaway province now calling itself the 'Federation of Timaru an Moskau'. Several high profile members of the Collins regime are sheltering in that state, including F. Dzerzhinsky, the man who effectively propped up both Collins and his predessesor. Not only are they sheltering the man, but had the nerve to send their so called 'Spetsnaz' into Dyelli Beybi to extract him from custody with the death of five soldiers of the Provincial Army. He is now believed to be working with other Rogue agents of the Cheka in a new Beaureau calling itself the 'KGB'.

The only other destabilising factor in Dyelli Beybi at this time is a revolt by the Cardinal inSaint Guineford's, although the situation should be rectified within the week. The inevitability of war with Ilek-Vaad is one which we welcome. The Vaadians think themselves unbeatable, but all calculations to date speak of certain victory for the Empire. They currently have troops stationed in Dyelli Beybi, but are surrounded by Imperial forces and would be massacred if they attempted a breakout.

As for the location of the missing ship, it was last located on the river Djel in Vrakian territory. No doubt making a break across the lakes for the port of Timaru. It was hoped that the Vrakians or others might aprehend the crew, but no news of such an event has reached us.

Yours with the greatest respect,
Pierre Soult I

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The ship though wasn't headed for Timaru, instead it bore towards the Coast of the lands controlled by the Lords of War, blatantly violating Var waters and brazenly looking for somewhere to dock. Communication lines were open, but no attempts were made to make 'first contact' with the locals. It seemed Collins was going for the biggest show possible.

The patrol vessel decided not to hail the Dyellian vessel. By now, the crew of the civilian ship that the Dyellians raided were found and High Command was intend intent on recapturing the vessel. However, after watching it enter LOW territory, they decided to let it go. Let the Var roast them over a pit thought the Vrakians. They had more important internal matters to deal with.

As well, do the Vrakians monitor comm traffic of every Klatchian state? They attempt to, and some more than others, with Dyelli Beybi falling into the latter category for obvious reasons. So, it was with some surprise that a heavily encrypted transmissions were picked up. The source was unknown but, given tiime, the VIS would break it sooner or later. After all, while most of the country may languish to a certain degree, the intelligence services were extremely well-funded and equipped. Besides, with the King's funeral the Kingdom of Vrak was more paranoid at the moment than usual. Needless to say, the waters surrouding the nation as well as airspace and even beyond into space was under intense scrutiny.


ooc:

[That's fine. Just going to try and channel a little Machiavelli. Oh, and unless y'all have quantum computers, the encryption on these messages is going to be unbreakable. Even if somebody can break it, I would greatly appreciate it if those somebodies could withold the information for a bit.]


I've got some ideas I would like to run by you since I won't claim to break your code immediately.

The Southern Coast of the Enclave
The coast of the southern Envlave appeared to be fairly sparsely populated. Rolling farmland dropped down almost to the edge of the lake. In places there was the occassional small lake house.

There were large costal facilitities. These were marked by long, tall walls of concrete that pushed out from the coast and apparently enclosed the entrances to the Var shipping facilites. But the large metal lock gates did not open for the Dyellian ship, forcing Collins to keep moving.

Finally two ships appeared, one out of the north, and one out of the south. Both were on an apparent intercept course for the Dyellian vessel. When it became apparent that they appeared to be warships (much like a pre-dreadnaught designs) and moving to intercept the monitor, a broadcast was sent.

Halt

[Vrak: Of course, just run them through my TG.]

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TO: Director General of the KGB, Moskau
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: Diplomats and Deployments

An ambassador will be aboard the guided-missile cruiser Galicia and she along with her division mate will dock at Moskaur to convey the ambassador to the meeting. In the meantime, four other guided-missile cruisers will be conducting an "anti-piracy patrol" along your waters. Whether or not anybody in the Klatch believes it or not will be irrelevent, I don't think the JDF or any national navy would be foolish enough to risk the wrath of the Imperial Navy.

My ambassador will have instructions to continue the talks until a deal can be hammered out. He or she will also be under instructions to listen to your advise carefully, as the Imperium has had less than stellar success dealing with the Klatch.
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..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048 QKb Encryption::..
TO: His Imperial Majesty Pierre Soult I of Greater Dyelli Beybi
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: Admiral Collins

As you feel the ground situation is under control, we will not deploy Imperial Army personnel to assist. However, should anything change, please let me know so that we can render help when and where it's needed.

As for the members of the Collins regime being sheltered in the FTM, an ambassador will be aboard one of the cruisers in the squadron that will be hunting for Admiral Collins. That ambassador will be talking with the people running the Republic and I will make sure that one of the questions posed is that of exactly who is being protected. Also, I'm sure that if Admiral Collins' ship is docked at Moskau, the squadron will find out about it.

As an aside, would it be possible for your navy to send the general layout of the class of ship Admiral Collins has stolen so that the squadron may know where to target in order to disable the ship? Obviously I would not object if you left any sensitive information out, the cruiser squadron just needs the barebones.
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What wasn't said in either of the messages was that the cruiser squadron in question had already been underweigh for a day, with the ambassador on board, and that in about a week half of the twelve-ship squadron would detach itself from the main body to take up their stations at Moskau.

In space, a handful of recon sats carefully slid into geostationary orbit above the Klatch. While the majority of them would do what was promised to the Republic, a couple would be watching for Collins' heavy cruiser.

OOC: Scandinavian States How the f*** do you think your getting there with a missle cruiser? Moskau is off of Lake Olympus, which is only accessable through Klatchian Territory. That would be like Russia sending a missle cruiser to Duluth Minnasota!

http://www.eng.auburn.edu/users/donatgw/klatchrail.jpg

(The red dot is where you desire to go. The blue line is the AWM canal which is of course controlled by the JDF.)

[I will admit that the map does not conform to what I was invisioning, however I understood from the beginning that I would have to send ships through Klatchian waters. I have something in mind, if it doesn't work I can try something different. No big deal.]

[I will admit that the map does not conform to what I was invisioning, however I understood from the beginning that I would have to send ships through Klatchian waters. I have something in mind, if it doesn't work I can try something different. No big deal.]

OOC: Well I appologize for my outburst, but it seemed you were ignoring what D.B. had said earlier. I just don't want them suddenly appearing off the coast of Moskau.

OOC: Timaru is the port city for the Rebels. Moskau is the capital, but it is landlocked, it is closer to where the 'o' on Northern is on Alcona's map. I'll try to post up some better maps (marking major cities, roads, rivers and terrain types) tomorrow of the four Provinces of Dyelli Beybi. I made them ages back, unfortunately they're not on this computer :P

To: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
From: Director General of the KGB, Moskau
Subject: Diplomatic Overtures

Might we reccomend that you send a plane via neutral land to the East of the Federation? This would not offend Klatchian sensibilities.

In regards to a 'piracy sweep' it would not be recommended as it would involved sweeping a Klatchian lake. We have no other water access. Piracy however, is not a part of the Moskavite culture and we have had no incidents with Dyellian imigrants either. It would be most difficult in a State with no harbours bar one and only a heavily guarded lake to prey on.

regards,
Commisaar M. Prosinetski

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To: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
From: His Imperial Majesty Pierre Soult I of Greater Dyelli Beybi
Subject: Collins' Ship

We thank you for the offer, and will not hesitate to call for aid if matters turn out of hand.

Collins' ship is a the Prefect it is an extremely low profile vessel, so low in fact that it will founder in rough seas. It has a single gun turret mounted centrally, no bridge and low, almost unnoticeable funnels behind the turret. Typically on radar it shows up as closer to patrol boat size. It has incredibly heavy deck and upper hull armour. The turret carries twin short barrelled 12" cannons in the turret. We hope this is of assistance

Yours with the greatest respect,
Pierre Soult I

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The ship on the lake did exactly as it was told and waited to be boarded. The Dyellians could be very respectful people if they actually tried.

OOC: Point of fact, the Great Lakes (which are somewhat analogus to Lake Olympus in my mind) do get quite rough at times. If your monitors are that prone to capsizing in rought seas then Collins is a mad woman.

IC: The two Var warships pulled up such that they brackted The Perfect. After standing there for a few moments, a small vehicle appeared from one and slid through the air quietly, only an inhuman hum was the only noise. It came along the port side of the monitor and then stopped. A moment later a door swung down from the side.

Eight humans, in green armor plate with short shoulder weapons ran down and formed a circle on the deck of The Perfect. Behind them came a figure dressed in a black hooded robe. It was eight foot tall and carried a large weapon in two claw arms. It paused as it stepped on the deck.

"I have come to speak to your commanding officer of why they do violate the waters of the Var's Enclave with this warship in the name of Parlord Ihlaran of House Manoh"

OOC: Not that prone. It just would be unbelievably stupid to take them out for an Ocean Cruise. Soult is assuming Collins hasn't gone into deep Ocean as if she met a storm out there it would be certain death.

It wasn't the commanding officer who came out of the hatch on top of the turret, it was a young Commisaar, followed discreetly by a man wearing a leather waistcoat, enormous bicorne hat and a colourful sash, the only thing missing was the parrot...

He wasn't the one doing the talking, it was her. Young, pretty, undoubtedly recruited for exactly those qualities, she also looked totally out of her depth, "It was my orders that had them violate your territory, the Commanding Officer, Captain Collins is ah... ill disposed. In fact Collin had said she 'wasn't f*cking coming out until she was sure she wasn't going to get arrested.'

The young Commisaar eyed the group warily, then spoke directly to the Var, "I have information I wish to relay on to the authorities here, in regards to the latest revolution in Dyelli Beybi. Something was stolen, it has been used to do something unspeakably evil, and Dyelli Beybi certainly has no hope whatsoever of stopping it, which is why I must ask to speak to someone Senior, and also ask that the Prefect be allowed to go free. I am willing to face any consequences my actions may have brought."

..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048 QKb Encryption::..
TO: Director General of the KGB, Moskau
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: RE: Diplomatic Overtures

Perhaps you are right. In fact, that is probably the best solution. Please expect the ambassador in the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours.

As for the "anti-piracy operations", it was a cute way of saying those ships would be defending your only port. I had not meant to insult your nation, my appologies. However, I'm afraid those ships are going to be diverted away from that purpose in any case.
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..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048 QKb Encryption::..
TO: His Imperial Majesty Pierre Soult I of Greater Dyelli Beybi
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: RE: Collins' Ship

That will be very helpful, thank you very much. If I may, I have a small request that would hopefully prove to diffuse any tensions. Would it be possible for the squadron flagships to take on an officer from your navy to act as a liason? No doubt it would also be helpful for that same officer to fly the flag of your navy below the Imperial Navy ensign. If you have any other ideas about how to best avoid any unfortunate incidents that might come up, I am eager to hear them.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..


The cruiser squadron, having just about cleared Haven waters, had to divert to the Prortectorate of Aurora in order to make sure the ambassador and her small staff could catch a flight to the Republic. Having shortly docked to disgorge their extras, the cruisers moved back out into the open seas and towards the greatest single prize any Imperial ship in modern times had a shot at.

Above the world in general, floating in the black void of space, a pair of spy satellites started searching for the good Admiral and her ship. To the surprise of the ESS people reviewing the real-time feed, there were quite a few of these near-cousins to the original armoured ships. Primarily the twin spies concentrated on the area of the large lake and near the coast of Greater Dyelli. Not surprisingly, most of the monitors were near the latter, but one in particular stood out where it shouldn't have been. The fact that two Varian warships stood between it and their coast seemed to indicate that things were not exactly kosher, which only increased the suspicion of the analysts. With nothing more than a double-tap on the touchscreen with a stylus, the squadron was notified of their priority list when they reached the Klatch, starting first and foremost with the wayword coastal monitor.

The Var said nothing for a moment. A still figure in black that seemed to be judging the situation. "Who is this Terran who has upon his frame Jiggidian Dress?" it was all the cold voice of the Var said.

After listening to the reply the Var stated "You shall meet with someone who is 'more Senior' in your Terran speech. This vessel's hull shall be inspected to prove that it is safe in our waters. It shall follow the Zipahesp and the Inanor to our base. Where the crew shall be guests. You may tell the Commander of this vessel that resistance is futile, they are both grav-cruisers"

"Captain Palmer." the man introduced himself, but was quickly waved to silence by the Commisaar.

"Go and tell the Captain whats going on will you?" she said, by way of getting rid of the 'Terran in Jiggadian dress'. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence after he had gone then, "Ahh, so do I go with you or stay with the ship?"

The Var said nothing for a moment. Then spoke in his gutteral english, "It has been decided to expidite your tounge terran. So you may come with us where you may speak to those who are 'more senior' as you terrans say."

Another figure appeared out of the craft, this was a blond female, apparently young, dressed in the black and blue uniform of the LOW Terra Fleet. Behind her floated a silver rod about six inches in diameter and four feet long. At the bottom end, towards the ground, was a small red tip. At the top end was a small blue tip that seemed to glow.

The Var spoke again, "This is a fleet pilot who has been ordered to navigate your vessel into our base. She shall be allowed access to your bridge so that she may guide you safely in our waters."

The Var then again fell silent, waiting for the Commisar to deal with the pilot before leaving.

Arn-Maciska
"But, Madam First Minister, what should we do?"
- "Do? Do nothing. It's a Klatchian affair.... Oh, all right. Issue a declaration of neutrality."
- "And the recognition of the new government?"
- "New government?"
- "Emperor Soult."
- "You're joking. Another self-important pompous little upstart without any history to his name naming himself "Emperor"? Really? Oh, this is precious..."

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Cabinet resolution CR-ND-2
Issued to the Imperial, International, and Klatchian regional press
[This resolution applies only to the current conflict in Dyelli Beybi.]

Be it known, that, until Parliament otherwise provides:
i) the United Imperial Kingdoms of Macisikan [UIKM] shall not knowingly harbour, aid, support or provide for any combatant nation or faction, nor its forces nor military allies, nor any extra-national combatant force or militia, including but not limited to air forces, naval ships, land forces, agents, or those undertaking to procure the goods and supplies of war;

ii) and, the UIKM shall not actively or covertly act to hamper or assist any force or agents of an active combatant nation or faction, nor the militarily allied force of another nation, nor any extra-national combatant force or militia, through either force of arms or other support;

iii) and, the UIKM shall not conspire to influence the outcome of armed combat through overt or covert means, excepting efforts to mediate or negotiate a truce or end to the conflict, with the invitation and permission of the Government of the Federated Klatchian Coast;

iv) and further, UIKM may allow and facilitate provision of humanitarian aid by neutral third parties, including government agencies, to civilian populations and to military wounded, and may allow such organisations to operate from, travel through, or stage in Imperial territory, for the express purpose of delivering said aid, with the invitation and permission of the Government of the Federated Klatchian Coast;

v) yet, the UIKM reserves the right to take whatever actions it deems are necessary to preserve its national security and its interests, and to ensure the realisation of Imperial Neutrality;

vi) and yet, the UIKM is willing to facilitate the evacuation of civilians, foreign citizens, and other non-combatants as refugees to other nations, including the UIKM;

vii) and the above notwithstanding, the UIKM shall respect the sovereignty of the Federated Klatchian Coast.

In addition, until the Parliament otherwise provides, we do not recognise the government of the self-proclaimed "Emperor" of Dyelli Beybi, General Soult.

God Save the King!
- Duke George McDettya, His Imperial Majesty's Minister of State

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"... as the first round of voting continues in Arn-Arakhan.

The Imperial Government has affirmed its stance of neutrality in the Dyellian conflict today, issuing a formal declaration. In the same resolution, the cabinet announced that they were refusing to recognise the govermnet of General Soult, until the Parliament decided.

Sources within Parliament are indicating that the situation is no longer considered any real concern to... wait one moment..."
The anchor puts her hand to her ear.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm going to have to stop there; we've just heard that the Akmadari delegates have emerged from their caucus, and are entering the States-General Assembly Hall. We will now go live to our MNB correspondant in Arn-Arakhan..."

KCN Offices, Port Olympus

"Well Mackistan just declared neutrality..."

"The Ostrich sticks its head in the sand again, how original."

"Yup, I am just wondering one thing..."

"What?"

"Who in the hell cares, and why do they bother to tell us about it?"

"Umm ok." it was clear from the look on her face that the Commisaar hadn't the faintest idea what 'expedite' meant and in fact was wondering if it involved a pair of pliers...

She looked blankly at the pilot, she probably wasn't the right person to be speaking to in the grand hierachy of things, "I guess you'd better follow me."

The Prefect, lacking superstructure while being blessed by a rather large engine block, was a painfully cramped vessel. The only way to access it was through a hatch on top of the turret, a ladder took you to the turret roof, and another ladder to the interior of the turret. It would be a death trap if you needed to abandon ship in a hurry. The turret also had the only slits for vision on the vessel. Cameras around these were linked to give some semblance of vision to the bridge which lay down another ladder and along a short corridor towards the bow of the vessel, sandwiched between two bulk heads.

The crew watched the pilot and Commisaar with a mixture of interest and malevolence, one because she was a foreigner and the other because it was her stupid idea to come here in the first place. Around the board they wore an odd mix of naval uniform and random colourful items of clothing they'd probably found in fancy dress shops. Palmer was on the bridge, so was the Captain. Dyelli Beybi's former Vice Admiral, Adelle Collins. Unlike the others she was still wearing full military uniform, although it was the dress uniform of the Dyellian High Seas Fleet, and the Dyellians loved fancy uniforms (it made them feel good). This one bore a distinct resemblance to what a Vice Admiral might have worn at the Battle of Trafalgar, "Who the hell is this?" she demanded at once.

Collins was another attractive, although slightly older woman. She was blonde, which was rare among Dyellians with big blue eyes and a round, almost angelic face that seemed to declare it's innocence with every expression. It was almost hard to imagine her as in any way connected to anything illegal or violent...

"Pilot Ma'am." the Commisaar explained briefly, shooting the pilot a nervous look.

"What do we want a pilot for exactly?" Collins demanded in a voice which said the Commisaar had better have a very good explanation.

"They want us 'as their guests' if you recall?" it was Palmer who had spoken this time. He seemed to be the number two on the ship.

"Right." Collins grunted.

"I'll just be going then, ah they want me with them, apparently they're planning to 'expedite my tongue'." again from the tone of voice it implied the Commisaar thought this was some strange and unusual Var torture regime.

"It means 'make it easier for you to say your piece'." Collins remarked in a bored voice, "I suggest in that case you get on deck Commisaar Davies."

The Commisaar left quickly and quietly, leaving the pilot with Collins who shot her a suspicious glance, "What's your name pilot? I guess you'd better get on with your stuff."

OOC: Just happen to live less than thirty miles from the Confederate Naval Museum where they have a full size mock up of a monitor. The diffrences are intresting.

The Bridge of the Perfect

The pliot's dress was a stark contrast. Black with only some blue stripes in odd locations. The only identifying marks were a series of silver glyphs over her breast pocket and three symbols in blue across her shoulders.

The pilot threw a fisted hand across her chest and a head bow. "I am sub-officer Rana of House Er'dehon. And this is my navigational assistant, Inanor VB-4. I shall begin my task when the Inanor signals that they are ready to proceed."

The Deck of the Perfect

When Commisar Davies reappeared she was directed to board the hovering vehicle. The main cabin appeared to be set up as a troop transport. Seats with hard point restraints were down both sides of the ship and down a center rack. Most of the seats were filled with humans in the same green armor as those who had been out on deck, over twenty in all. The Var indicated by pointing the seat Davis should take.
"That is where you will sit for transport terran"

It actually was at one next to the bulkhead and across from the door. As Davies sat down, the hardpoint restaints came down upon her, as though she had just sat down in a modern rollercoaster.

"Do not panic terran, it is only ment to keep you from being inqured in transport"

The Var waited for all of the men in green armor to reboard. He pulled back the cowl of the cloak he wore. The head was like that of what many terran cultures would describe as a black dragon. A long head with deep set red eyes and a long snout was covered in small black scales that seemed to glisten slightly as the erry blue caught it right. The creature then sat down across from Davies. His own hardpoint restaints came down, and then the vehicle began to move.

It started with a jerk, and started slowly, rising up before suddenly pushing off and flying through the air. It wasn't much in rollercoaster terms, but the G forces were more than one would get on a traditional terran air transport.

...The Bridge...VB-4 suddenly said something in a gutteral lanquage unlike any other on the planet. Sub-Officer Rana turned and said something back. "Bring your speed to ten knots, turn to port thrity five degrees...what is your maximum sustainable speed Captain?"

...The aircar... And just as soon as it began, it stopped. A sudden jerk as the vehicle entered the Inanor. A moment later the door of the aircar swung open. The Var released himself from his restraints, then helped the Dyellian.

"Go into the ship terran..." he pointed her into the boat bay, following behind. There were several Var, all in the same dark cloaks waiting for Davies.

"Come terran...you wish to speak to someone senior. So you shall speak...follow me to where the...'Commadore' as you terrans would call him awaits.

"That floating pole has a name?" diplomacy was not one of Collins' strong points, "Well I guess it must have it's uses."

"I think what the Captain means." Palmer replied, moderating the tone, "Is that you guys can work freely to do whatever it is you need to do."

"Is it? by God..." Collins began angrily.

"It is." Palmer insisted, swinging to stare at his superior.

There was silence for a moment, while nobody turned, it was fairly clear they were all listening intently, "Mr Palmer, you will meet me after this, sub-officer, you may carry on."

This seemed to diffuse things, Collins had salvaged what face she could, while there was a definite threat of violence hanging over Palmer.

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While all this was going on, Davies was wearing a fixed, somewhat fake looking grin. She looked for all the world like someone who had stumbled into a nightmare and found she couldn't wake up. This was partly due to the work of certain shadier branches of the Cheka; her own organisation, which had set about spreading the rumour that the Var regarded humans as an essential ingredient in most basic home cooked meals. Her obvious fear would probably raise questions as to what she thought was so important as to warrant coming here.

She balked for a second at seeing more than one Var, before stepping out of the aircar and into the midst of the Var, "Umm, hi, err greetings." she said in a ridiculous attempt to mimic the peculiar Var way of phrasing things, "So ah, am I in the prescence of the 'Commadore' as I would put it."

Considering that humans made up 80% (or more) of L.O.W.'s population, their being a menu item would seem to be a rather poor idea. Add in the fact that the Overlord himself was half-human, and the Checka were rather off base. Humans were one of the few races that the Var considered their equals (if juniors) and not a menu item.

One of the Var turned and began to walk towards one of the blast doors. No terran, I am but a Kasmar. The 'Commadore' awaits...

Davies was led through a blast door that looked like a giant rolling cog and into a long corridor. The doors were quite easy for her to manuver through, designed for an eight foot Var, it was comfortable for humans. Actually, there were quite a few humans in the passage, most stopped to look at the blond with curious looks.

The pair went up a ship ladder, and then stopped at a door. This door was protected by a floating white upside down 'egg'. The device had three bulbus blue 'eyes' that formed a triangle in the center of the upper half, two odd green bulges on each side, and some sort of red hole near the bottom.

The door to the cabin opened and Davies was almost pushed inside. The cabin was even darker than the halls, illuminated by a table and a large valance above it, at the center of the room. It was a holo tank. Three small dots, two blue and one red hung in the air. Lines representing topographical features of the nearby shore and lake bottom moved across the scene.

At one end of the holo-tank was a flat projection of Collins and Palmer discussing things. There was no sound, or at least none that Davies could hear.

On the other side of the holo-tank sat a Var, dressed in robes of some sort. The red eyes had been studying the events aboard the Perfect. The creature's head moved slightly, eyes glowing as he noted the entrance of the Commisar.

"Ah so you are the Commisar from the Dyelli River who wishes to speak upon dark matters? My rank is unpronoucable in your tounge, but it is equivilant to the rank of Commadore as the leige lords of House Crawford would use it. You may call me Commadore Ick'destar and what is your name terran? Sit if you would please...do you need refreshment?"

There were a series of rather comfortable chairs around the holotank facing the Commadore.

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The sub-officer ignored what was going on between Collins and her junior officer. She was either trying not to interfere in the chain of command, or just didn't care. Her facial features made no comment either.

The woman continued to look about the cabin and said, "what is the maximum sustainable speed of this vessel?" repeating her earlier question.

It was of course part of the usual slander the Cheka published about every group of foreigners that they found slightly suspicious. The general idea behind this particular plan was that if the Var ever got expecially annoyed with the Dyellians and decided to invade them, that troops would fight to the death rather than be taken prisoner. Of course, as with all plans formulated by people with the intellectual capacity of a cocker spaniel, there were several glaring holes in it.

Davies sat down, "Thank you, Sir."

Unlike Collins, this specimen of the Dyellian race was much more easily identifiable, short, slender, black hair, dark eyes, and very fine (almost elven) features, "Ah thank you, I wouldn't mind a drink of something."

She looked over to the image of Collins and Palmer and shook her head, "Oh of course, that floating tube..." being in a chair in an office seemed to have allowed her to recover some semblance of calm, "Aha right yes, dark matters."

She paused, weighing up exactly how much to tell the Var, then deciding to go for the honest route, "Basically in order to get an idea of how much I need to tell you and how much of this you already know, I've got a couple of questions to ask. First, ah, have you guys spotted any strange or unusual spacecraft in the area of this planet recently? Secondly, how much do you know about the relationship between the Dyellians and the Elves?"

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"28.8 knotts." Collins replied. Palmer had drifted quietly into the background.

Minister of International Relations Frank Pierce was not in a good mood when he came huffing into the Council Room. For once, there weren't any major political disasters in the world, his son Thomas was home from Lavenrunz, and Pierce had been looking forward to relaxing for a week or so before the next crisis required him to get his ever-heavier butt back to work. For the last two weeks, everything that had come across his desk was routine, or at least not earth-shattering. He'd been able to hand a lot of it off to his Deputy Minister, Lacey Millhouse, who was recovered from the car bomb that had nearly killed her over a year ago. Well, physically anyway.

But in the last week two bombs had dropped. And both of them involved his least favorite subject: the Federated Klatchian Coast. It wasn't that he disliked the people, he'd been to Alcona once and had enjoyed his stay. It wasn't that he disliked the governments, well most of them. The Klatch was a fascinating political experiment, and most of the nations involved were fairly intelligent and well-meaning. A couple problems here and there, but by and large the FKC kept its trouble at home. It was just that every single time something from the FKC did cross his desk, it meant he was going to be stuck running around doing something that required long hours, short rests, and lots of quickly prepared greasy food eaten on the run that did not help his waistline. And right now, it meant missing time with his son too.

Couldn't those bastards have waited till next week to blow themselves up again? he thought as he dropped into his comfortable leather executive chair, the same kind that everyone in this room had. His, however, was to the immediate right of President Albert's seat at the head of the Council table. Insensitive pricks.

President Mark Albert noted Pierce's arrival, he was the last one they'd been waiting for. The President took a quick look around the polished mahogany table, confirming that everyone who was supposed to be there was. In addition to Pierce, the other Council members called in were all the Supreme Commanders of the various branches of the GH military, including the newly christened SC of the Space Defense and Exploration Fleet, the Minister of Internal Security, and the man who'd called this meeting in the first place: Harold Fox, the Director of Military Intelligence, which actually covered all aspects of Glorious Humanity's intelligence gathering apparatus, civilian and military. The whole room was well-appointed, with unobtrusive flourescents providing light from green glass fixtures in the wood-paneled walls and plush blue carpeting on the floor. Were it not for the uniforms some of the people in this room wore, the whole thing could be mistaken for a corporate business meeting.

Albert waited precisely two beats, giving Pierce time to get settled. His old friend had put on a couple more pounds, the President noted. Then with everyone in their seats, he addressed Fox.

"Alright Harry, you called us in at seven in the morning. I assume you have a good reason why we all can't sleep in."

"I believe I do, sir," Fox responded, standing on cue and revealing a stack of folders. He went around the table handing out folders, then returned to his own seat near the opposite end of the table from Albert. "If I can have the screen, please?"

Again on cue, a large section of the wall opposite the council table rose up into the ceiling, revealing a flat glass television screen that was used for briefings. Fox had a remote control for the screen, and it flicked on with a touch of a button. He also had a list of slides for the presentation, and he checked that quickly and called up the one he wanted. Then he began speaking, pointing out things on the pictures with a laser pointer as he gave his briefing.

"Well, to start, as most of you already know, shortly after the Klatchian JDF seized control of Dyelli Beybi elections were held to create a new, free government." A snort from Pierce's direction caused Fox to smile. "My sentiments exactly. Unsurprisingly, this regime did not last. Dyelli Beybi has recently enjoyed yet another overthrow of its government, and one General Pierre Soult has taken control of part of the country, crowning himself Emperor of Greater Dyelli Beybi." A picture of Soult flashed up on the screen. "Apparantly almost all the members of the old regime have been executed or killed in combat."

"Part of?" Albert asked. "What about the other part?"

"The northern regions of the country have taken this opportunity to declare themselves independant, and have incorporated a new nation, the Republic of Timaru and Moskau." The next slide was a map showing the division, as close as Fox's people could get it. "For the moment, Soult has made no move towards crushing the new country, probably because he's still trying to consolidate in what he already owns," Fox told them.

"Okay, so the Dyellians are engaging in their national pasttime again." That was Herbert Ablegard, SC of the Army. "What else is new?"

"Well, the Klatchian response, for one thing. Take a look." Fox called up a new slide. "These next few slides are satelliete shots taken over Klatchian land. This first one is the border at Fasta Benj. Shortly after the coup in Dyelli, Vrak railroads kicked into high gear. They've been shuttling all kinds of things south in preparation for an operation. It is my opinion that Vrak is planning to take some steel boots to the Dyellians' collective hindquarters."

"Again. I can't really see how that's a bad thing," Albert observed wrily.

"Neither can I," Fox agreed. "But the real fun's out in the ocean. This next slide shows the Walrus Sea. That's just about everything Vrak's got, including transports, troop carriers, support ships, you name it."

"Looks like a migration," Tyler Kelsing, the new SC of the Space Fleet, commented.

"Or a full-scale invasion and occupation," SC Allean Hanoway of the Navy said.

"The latter, most likely," Fox said. "Then you have these pictures." More slides of several types. More ships. "These are Alconan. They just moved into position yesterday to blockade the only harbor Timaru and Moskau has on Lake Olympus."

"Okay, so what you're saying is, Dyelli's out of line, and her neighbors are getting ready to paddle her tail again," Ablegard said.

"About that, yes, though we've received rumblings of other problems." Another slide, this one of the Prefect. "This ship, Dyellian in origin, bolted from the coast shortly after the attack. This picture was shot by a recon satelliete. This ship is now in the territory of Lords of War, and it made a ballsy run directly through two other nations' waters to do it. No stopping for tea, no stopping even to take a dump as close as we can tell. We don't know why."

"Easy," Ablegard commented. "They want help. I'm guessing the people they ran past were the Vrakians and the Alconans." Fox nodded. "Then what they want is somebody who is not already mobilizing to beat the pants off them. That cuts Vrak and Alcona out. Isn't Lords of War a space power?"

"Quite," Fox agreed. "And getting some high technology on their side would certainly help the Dyellians fend off anyone who wants to interfere with their little war."

"Alright then," Albert said. "Is that it?"

"For now," Fox nodded. "We're hampered by a lack of agents in the Klatch."

"I think it's time we remedied that," the President commented. "And Dyelli's the perfect place to start. Harold, start looking into ways to set up a better intelligence network in Dyelli. I want to know what they're doing besides beating on each other."

"Of course, sir," Fox said.

"Frank." Albert turned to Pierce. "Start talking to the FKC. Talk to the Council, talk to Alcona. See what they say."

"They aren't going to like us nosing at the situation," Pierce predicted with a small smile."

"So? Dyelli's a tinderbox, and every time it goes up other nations get dragged into the mess. We got dragged into the last one, I think we've earned the right to at least get the sound bytes about what's going on this time," Albert replied.

"Point."

"And another thing," Albert continued. "Send messages to Dyelli Beybi, both halves. Alcona won't tell us any more than they want to, so I want you to talk to the source too."

"How should I do that?"

"Be creative. Encoded messages, talk to the Dyellians on the Council if there are any, send a carrier pigeon, whatever takes your fancy. Maybe Harold can help."

"Maybe," Fox picked up the idea. "If we can get intelligence people in, we can set up a courier system."

"That'll take awhile," Pierce noted.

"Not that long. By conventional means we can carry messages in and out through courier at the rate of two or three a day," Fox replied. "Hell, give me a few Psi Corp telepaths, and I can set it up so you can practically converse with the Dyellians. Not hard at all." He leaned back and grinned. "Telepathy is the best thing that ever happened to the intelligence buisiness. The hard part, of course, is getting the people there in the first place."

"Start exploring options," Albert told him. "Frank, do your talking. Everyone else, sit tight, we may need military assets later on. Okay, off to work we go."

The meeting dispersed.

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From: Frank Pierce, Minister of International Relations, Federation of Glorious Humanity
To: Alconan diplomatic services
RE: Dyellian revolt

Glorious Humanity has noticed that, yet again, Dyelli Beybi has become unstable. While we know this is technically an internal Klatchian matter, the fact is that the Dyellians have an impressive ability to draw outsiders into their problems. We would like to know the current situation in Dyelli Beybi, what is being done, and of course, if there is anything we can do to help.

OOC: Great post G.H. Two quibbles, the JDF navy is at the north end of the lake and Alcona and Hubris has no presence on the Great Olympic Lake. Also your missing a major componet from everything, Ilek-Vaad has a oversized taskforce off the Dyellian Coast. And it about to declare war.


IC:
To: Glorious Humanity,Frank Pierce, Minister of International Relations
From: The Outer Ministry of the United Duchies
Subject: Dyellian Civil War

Actually, we are a bit in the dark ourselves on some matters. It would appear that this general Soult has used a disaffection with the internal security apperatus of Dyelli Beybi to forment a civil war. And has done quite well at it.

We have futhered your request to the Federal Government in Port Olympus.

Samual Brotha, Assistant Outer Minister

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To: Glorious Humanity, Frank Peirce Minister of International Relations
From: The Foreign Office of the Federated Klatchian Coast, Landgrave Wittelbach Foreign Minister
Subject: Dyellian Civil War

Our present intelligence indicates that General Soult's coup has generally been effective with only minor resistance in the south and the center of the country.

However, the nation of Ilek-Vaad has presented a case before the Privy Council that it, by the Klatchian Guard Treaty, has a right to intervene in the matter. The Council is considering this request, even though the Republican Council of Ilek-Vaad has declared that the Federal Government does not exist.

The Federal Government of the Klatch has no legal authority to yet intervene in D.B. as nothing it has done has yet threatened either the Klatch as a whole or any other Klatchian State.

If you have any futher questions about this matter, please direct them to this office.

Landgrave Wittelbach, Foreign Minister of the Klatch

The Commadore pressed a button and the bottom of holo-tank floated up into the valance. The navigation figures vanished and so did the screen of the two other Dyellians. A large oval table, or desk, remained.

The Var began to speak, "Ah well there have been many outside ships visiting the Klatch recently. However, we have not taken any particular notice of one. As for the elves and the Djel. Well we know some of your ancestors seemed to like to have recreational sex with the elves. Obviously, some were born to these recreational unions." He well didn't smile, but something humorus seemed to be indicated.
"And now the Djel kill off their cousins to hide their forefather's like of beding pointy eared terrans."

"I should also point out that many know your secret, the Overlord gave his aunt a stunning map from a temple in the Gonad. It quite clearly shows the extent of elven civilization before your invasion." He forgot to add that it also allowed them to discover what pyrimids were old ones.

"As for this Oracle of the elves, it appears she has led many of those annoying pointy eared terrans through a New Cyntian Gate system. Although we do not know where they have gone, we do suspect they shall return."

Tactical Group (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=6792617&postcount=3) Namroth Vedic was indeed off the coast of Dyelli Beybi, it was a mere two hours away from 'repulsing' the attack from Soult's men on the Foreign Guard base.

The Revenge Battleship Namroth Vedic had in fact just taken onboard a Dyellian Commissar, that would aid in selecting targets for the Tactical Group's attack as the battle unfolded. They were also warily eying the Vrakian Naval presence, though in the past, Vrak had been full of bluff, but turned away when real action was required.

OOC:
Just a post so that GH and anyone else knows I'm here, oh and to poke the Walrus :D

The light freight hauler Lost Hope was a long way from home. It was registered under the fledgling nation, the Democratic States of Al Arabiyah (who some might remember as the Republic of Al Anbar). Ironically, it had been Al Anbar that had been the cause of the Drakonian War with Klatch.

The freighter was on its way back from a transport run from Al Arabiyah to the Veiled Islands in the South Atlantic Ocean. The fact that a direct route did not involve a route past the Federated Klatchian Coast appeared to have been lost on the captain of the ship, as now it moved southeast of the Bay of Lunacy, long past Jiggady and now away from the Federated Klatchian Coast.

What few did not know, was that the Lost Hope was in fact an Intelligence ship. Its crew was in fact Agents of the Drakonian Intelligence Agency and their job was now to simply relay a message. For it they know risked life and limb. Their cover could, if it had not already, be compromised at any moment.

It was not long before the message was send, fully encrypted with a code the Moskau KGB would be able to decrypt.

The Imperium is aware of your newfound independence and sovereignty and are proud to welcome you as siblings in the International Community. We are also aware of the tentative status, which that independence is held. The risk of Klatchian oppression is only held back by the tensions of the situation in Dyelli Beybi and the rest of Klatch.

It is for these reasons, we have taken such measures as to keep this message secret. We do not want to endanger your nation further by open contact with ourselves, unless you would wish it. We wish to promote your sovereignty and independence, by recognizing your Statehood in a public declaration. We also offer you an alliance of friendship.

In this alliance, we offer your state the full benefits of a Defense Pact (support yourself if Klatch should attempt invasion), for which we will give you full and free trade status on the Greater Drakonian Economy (the unified economy of several Drakonian allied states). We can also offer the benefits of our friendship with other nations, for we will call on the aid of our allies to insure you remain a free and independent state (sovereign of Klatch, ourselves, and any other but yourselves). This alliance is not without its limitations, should your state be found to be committing terrible atrocities against Sentient Rights, we may be forced to break off the alliance. However, we trust that this will never be the case.

This is of course, a negotiable agreement, and we look forward to further contact between our two nations. You may contact us via the source of this message, or on open (and encrypted, if necessary) channels. Long live, the Federation of Timaru and Moskau!

Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
located in Drako Throne,
capital of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

"You can't be seriously considering going through with this!" The man with whom Diana Minerva, Director of the Drakonian Diplomatic Corps., was speaking was General Martin Lucius, commander of Cliff Face Military Base, and to say he was ardently opposed to peace with the Federated Klatchian Coast was to put it mildly. He would like nothing better than to see the entire region burn, and he made sure every person he knew, knew that one fact.

"The Advisory Council to the Praetor decided," Diana replied calmly. "The Praetor agreed and commanded it."

She was not all to fond of Klatch herself. And with as much good reason as the General. The General had lost his wife, Diana her brother, in the same attack against the Imperium that had started the debacle of a situation that Drakonia found itself in with Klatch for the last few years. An openly declared war, kept cold by a unofficial cease fire no one was interested in breaking.

"You can't honestly be so naïve as to think this will help the situation," the General shot back hotly.

"General," Diana replied, patience wearing thin. "I think it might be best perhaps, if you just worried about the responsibilities of your command and left the responsibilities of the affairs of state to those whose job it is."

The General opened his mouth to reply, but Diana cut him off. "And I will forgot question as to how you know about the confidential decisions of the Advisory Council--" The General shut his mouth abruptly. His look clearly showed his thoughts of what he thought about Diana's last statement, as well as the Director herself. "--for now."

"Good Day, General." Diana switched off the monitor, letting out a sigh as soon as it was off.

For now she had the General countered, but she knew it would only be a matter of time before he was warmongering again. She let out another longer sigh, carefully considering her position. The man knew more than one of his position should, far more. She finally resolved to call Arleigh Markenson, Director of the Drakonian Intelligence Agency and have him look into the General. Both Directors were close friends and confidants; she knew she could trust him with her knowledge about the General. He would get to the bottom of it.

The matter settled she went about to her task. She had a Klatchian government to contact.

Top Secret Communiqué

[Channel: Open - Transmitting]
[Encryption: Active - 2048 Bit]

TO: Self-proclaimed Emperor Pierce Soult I, of the Greater Dyelli Beybi Empire
FROM: Diana Minerva, Director of the Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
SUBJECT: Situation

The Imperium is concerned with the change in government of Dyelli Beybi. We had sat content in the knowledge that the threat of the use of Nuclear Weapons would in time resolve itself, along with our War with the Federated Klatchian Coast. However, your actions have jeopardized our trust in this matter. We are again concerned about your nation's (and indeed all of Klatch's) nuclear arsenals.

We must know what you intent do in this matter. Any use of weapons as powerful as Nuclear Weapons (or greater) may force the Imperium to action. It is action we are loath to take. However, do not doubt that we will take it, should the threat show itself.

This war will be resolved, one way or another. We hope you choose the peaceful way.

Sincerely,
Diana Minerva, acting upon the authority of the Praetor.

[Encryption: Deactivated]
[Channel: Closed]

The talk of bedding elves brought a to-be-expected frown to Davies' feautures, but it didn't last long, "You've got it about half right." she said after the Commadore had finished, "It's all very complicated, and being just a junior Chekist I have not had access to all the information. What I can say though is that the original 'Djellians' were some kind of offshoot of the race of creatures we now refer to as 'elves'. They were conquered by a human invasion a little over 1,000 years ago, and the resultant interbreeding spawned well, us."

"Whatever the war was about originally, it started before the humans arrived in the river valley, and has continued on and off." she gave a very slight smile, wondering what effect her next statement would have on her status as a menu item, "Dyellians are not exactly human. We're similar, in the same way that a dog is similar to a wolf, but we're not the same. Nor are we exactly elves. Again, there are similarities. Things get stranger still as there are certain genes that are quite distinct and have nothing at all to do with either humans or elves, but that is something I know very little about."

Davies paused again, organising her thoughs. It was somewhat disconcerting looking up at some looming dragon thing, "You know it's funny, the Oracle isn't the only elf to have gone through a New Cyntian Gate system. During the battle for Cyro we managed to capture the Ministry of Defence for all of twenty minutes. Being the most Senior political officer who hadn't joined the Rebellion, I was given the content of Genorale Soult's desk. In exchange for a large amount of cash and some influence in the rebellion he allowed Otto Himmler to slip through Dyelli Beybi's gate complex..."

The theft of technology was dropped into the sentence with barely a thought, "... with several state of the art 'mobile pillboxes'. Himmler promised to be back within three months with technology beyond Soult's wildest dreams. This would not have been a problem I would normally have come here to talk about, but you see my orders before the Rebellion had been to watch Otto Himmler closely. It had been discovered that Otto Himmler wasn't a Dyellian at all. He was, indeed probably still is, an elf."

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Many miles South in Cyro, Soult's Government recieved word from the Drakonian Imperium...

Abysmally Encrypted Communique

TO: Diana Minerva, Director of the Drakonian Diplomatic Corps.
FROM: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Empire of Greater Dyelli Beybi
SUBJECT: Situation

The Empire of Greater Dyelli Beybi has no intention whatsoever of using nuclear weapons. These weapons exist solely as a safeguard against nuclear strikes from hostile Nations.

Commisaar T. Fradkov

The 'KGB' in the new, slighlty troublesome offshoot of Dyelli Beybi were quick to respond to the Drakonian Imperium, they were quick to respond to any potential allies. The response was made in an uncharacteristically well encrypted message.

To: Drakonian Diplomatic Corps
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Moskau
Subject: Relations

As we are sure you are aware the Federation is a landlocked state, with only one port in the South, Timaru, bordering the great Klatchian lakes. However, unclaimed land lies to the East of the Federation and it is our intention to occupy a small part of this land in order to establish a Sea Port.

Once this Sea Port has been established, we believe it will indeed be most beneficial for both our Nations to pursue more peaceful endeavours, such as those of establishing a good trade network. The Federation is rich in grain, wood and mineral resources and it is our wish to see these goods exported.

We would like to keenly encourage Official recognition of the Federation by any States willing to accept our autonomy. We also wish to invite Diplomats from the Imperium to visit the Federation Capital of Moskau. Air Routes to the East of the country are clear of Klatchian Aircraft.

Regards,
Michael Vhroznez, Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade.

[Sorry, I've been wrapped up in another RP]

The civilian aircraft slid east, over the unclaimed lands of the Klatch, but making a turn due west towards the city of Moskau. The aircraft was the kind normally reserved for diplomats and importants persons working for the Imperium; a medium-sized supersonic transport, which fit the description of a lot of aircraft in the world. It had to seek clearance twice, one to enter Republican aircraft and once to land at Moskau. Once the pilot had landed, the young woman acting as the diplomat for this mission quickly descended the steps to await her transportation, two bodyguards in tow.

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The cruiser squadron was almost to Dyellian waters and the Commodore in charge of the formation was starting the feel that sense of upcoming calamity that Imperial Navy officers had ingrained in them at the Academy where the Klatch was concerned. The Klatch was bad news, the instructors said, and if you can't avoid it be ready to fight at a moment's notice. The Commodore thought such advise was supremely sensible and decided to send the squadron to SQ-2, or standby alert.

Now he had to decide exactly what to do. A Vaadian task force stood between his squadron and the Greater Dyelli coast and intel had indicated rumblings of some kind of maritmie exclusion zone, which anybody had served in the IN would could tell another would piss the other Klatchians off to no end. He had a GDB naval ensign, but he hadn't wanted to put it up without a Dyelli naval officer aboard. However, that prospect was looking extremely unlikely without risking a shooting incident, which was something he wanted to avoid without a fleet at his back. With that in mind, he ordered the Dyelli ensign raised and a course change towards the wayward monitor plotted. He hoped ferverently that his decision wouldn't blow up in his face.

OOC: Yes, IV. And it seems that everyone has forgotten that I also have ships in the area.

IC:

-That aircraft? Where did it come from?
-We extrapolated it from outside of the Klatch. A polar route of some kind. Highy unlikely it was a state within the Klatch or Ilek-Vaad. Although our intel posts in the Far Northern Territories aren't as robust as our southern areas, we've managed to determine that it came from the region of Haven.
-Haven? Are you sure?
-Yes sir.

The Intelligence Director frowned. Klatchian interest in that area has waned as of late. The colonies that were there were considered more of a backwater with few settlers. As well, the natural resources didn't turn out to be as promising as expected even though cargo ships still plied the shipping lanes out of Haven to the Klatch. Still, while much smaller than the Xanthal territories it was land that belonged to the Klatch.

As far as Vrak was concerned, much of Haven were on cordial terms with the Klatch in general. Only two nations managed to be annoyances; Hogsweat and Scandavian States. The former stuck their nose in the Neo Tyr business and promptly had their fleet sunk, courtesy of the Vrakian navy. The second tried to lead the meddlesome OMP into Klatchian affairs and lost the battle of opinion.

Still, both were a thorn in the side and Scandavian States has been flexing their muscle lately regarding some slavery issue. The Intelligence Director frowned again. There was still the matter of the unknown transmission. The code breakers said that they were very close. They may have been able to break it instantly had they used the Angelus tech but considering that would entail possible unpredictable results, it was forbidden for now.

And now, another new transmission was picked up. Again, unsure where it came from but the characteristics were different than the last one, suggesting that it was a different party. Intel managed to trace it back to a different region. Gholgoth? But....damn.

Only one power from there would care about the Klatch and would likely try to take advantage of the situation.

-Focus more sats on this new Dyellian republic in the north. I know the south is covered. Send up a bird to spy things out over there but take care not to stray too close to LOW. Send a team to this new territory declaring independence. I want it to be...thorough. Also, alert our forces in New Shiron. They need to increase patrols. Forward this intel to the Var.

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Within the hour, a long-range recon craft was sent up towards Republic of Timaru and Moskau while a short and brief message was sent from the Diplomatic Corps indicating that the Vrakians were sending a special envoy to discuss northern security matters. For that matter, an increased amount of chatter could be heard from anyone who was listening as well as increased patrols with the long-range detection craft. Things were already heightened with the King's death but now...

Some hypersonic bombers were immediately sent to the New Shiron territory to augment the forces there, along with several A-50 Mainstays. The Vrakians had managed to get the airports going and thus the most needed craft were sent to that possible theatre.

It was generally hoped that the situation would resolve itself since a logjam off the Dyellian coast would hamper logistical efforts in New Shiron.

====

Scandavian States

The incoming cruiser squadron was picked up and a message was sent:

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Encryption - LOW; Universal protocols; route: unknown ship; route:...complete
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Unknown ship. This is the VNF Bok's Fury. You are drawing near Federated Klatchian Coast waters. State your intentions or be fired upon.

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OOC: Add in some fleet details. In much earlier posts I indicated that some of the fleet broke away from the New Shiron Expeditionary Force to watch the Vaadians. Been very busy but here's a brief breakdown:

Bombard #3, #4
Projection #204, #205, #205, #206
HK#11 to #19

Bombard group

1 Battleship – Hamas class
3 Battleships – Frunze class
1 Aircraft carrier - Kreml class
5 Cruisers – Kirov class
5 Destroyers - Sovremenny class
5 Destroyers - Fregat II Udaloy-II class
10 Frigates - Neustrashimy class

Projection group

1 Aircraft carrier – Blue Dragon class
1 Battleship – Frunze class
4 Cruisers – Kirov class
4 Destroyers - Sovremenny class
4 Destroyers - Fregat II Udaloy-II class
8 Frigates - Neustrashimy class

Hunter/Killer group

1 Sub - TYPHOON class
1 Sub - Project 949A Antey / Oscar II
2 Subs - Sierra class Attack II
2 Subs - Shuka-B Akula class II

Admiral Aymara looked over the data from the Scandavian squadron that just came in.

"They are flying Dyellian colors sir." the Chief Leftenant informed him.

Aymara nodded "Nobody has informed them that Soult has kidnapped one of our Generals and a de-facto state of war exists?"

The Chief shrugged "I doubt it sir."

Aymara shrugged "Keep radio silence. We're already on alert, if the Scandavian ships attempt to get into Dyellian waters or harbours, sink them."

He then looked over the details of the Glorious Kingdom's fleet and smiles " At least if we fire on the Scandavians, Vrak will help us with that, of that I'm certain, how far off are our reinforcements?"

"Three days" the Chief replied "Tactical Groups Emperor Ehecatl and Sir William Issem are returning now that the Karmanyakan mess is all done but for the shouting, and the rest of the Naval Guard is on alert."

Aymara took a seat and nodded "Fine, fine. Give the Scandavians a warning shot off the bow when they reach six hundred and fifty miles. Not that they deserve a warning, but let's be nice. As soon as our primary bombardment commences on Soult's men, break silence and hail the Vrakian ships, and I'll give them a full report on Soult's dastardly attack."

Aymara smiled, things were progressing pleasantly for the most part.

True to his word, as soon as the Scandavian squadron came within six hundred and fifty miles of Tactical Group, Namroth Vedic, the Vedic's sistership the Sir Themirin Ilek-Vaad opened up with it's aft Main Battery, sending a 1 and 1/2 ton rocket assisted shell arcing nicely over the bow of the lead ship. The wake and spray caused by the explosion of the shell of was impressive, anyone on the deck watching, got a little splashed at least.

(A breif OOC note)

Routes possible to the monitor*

1) Western-The cruise up a rather crowded river

Pass Dyellian Islands and into large bay, then into Fasta and continue north along the Fasta River until you reach Port Olympus. Note: Large JDF naval bases at both Fasta and Port Olympus (max draft of six meters reported)
Of course, with D.B. at war with itself, good deal of the river/lake traffic is now using this route. The equivilant of a rush hour traffic jam...

2) Center - Through Hell itself

Enter Cyro and head north along river, right through the center of the Dyellian Civil War to Port Olympus. Quite open, if you don't mind getting shot at.

3) Eastern -Continue West, around Gonad Peninsula and into Bay of Lunacy. Enter Axe Weilding Maniacs Canal. Note: direct to Lake Olympus, but only route for really deep draft ships to reach Southern Vrakian Ports.

Those are the navigation choices for any traditional boat S.S. (likely the Fasta one is safest...sort of.)

[*cough* The squadron isn't just flying Dyelli colors, it's flying them below the primary ensign. Anyway, the squadron is swinging east of the Jiggidian islands and entering the lake from the Bay of Lunacy.]


"Incoming! Lone shell bearing 283 relative, it'll be a miss," reported the FTO.

The Commodore nodded and then ordered, "Tactical, track the trajectory of the shell and overlay it on the latest satellite feed. Transmit the results to my plot."

The FTO did just that and a few minutes later he had the answer he wanted, "Thank you, Tactical. The Vaadians have come out to play. Open a comm link using the standard guard channel and bounce it off a satellite; broad beam, unencrypted."

"Attention whoever the hell just fired on my squadron, this is Commodore Haakonsen of the Imperial Navy. I don't give a fuck who you think you are or what kind of stick you have up your ass, but my squadron isn't involved and it isn't anywhere near your formation. Continue to fire on my squadron and I will return fire. Haakonsen clear," one of the Commodore's early lessons in dealing with foreign navies was that the Vaadians were always blunt and politeness was generally wasted on them.

"Comms, order the squadron to General Quarters. The Vaadians might not understand 'fuck off' and we might have to use a few missiles to make our point clear," was Haakonsen's next order.

"Yes, sir," replied the current watch's FCO.

[Thanks, Alcona. I took a gander at your website and decided on swinging east of Jiggidy's islands to enter Olympus. The Bay seems furthest from any hotspots.]

OOC: Hmmm. Actually, the territory of New Shiron is not on the map (although it should be). It's roughly southeast of Jiggady. At the moment, there is a massive Vrakian presence there along with Var and a hostile encounter is very likely. Now, I'm not sure how to resolve this since it isn't fair to you, SS, since New Shiron isn't on the map. Any ideas from anyone?

IC:

-Admiral, we are picking up a transmision.
-Very well. Loudspeakers.


"Attention whoever the hell just fired on my squadron, this is Commodore Haakonsen of the Imperial Navy. I don't give a fuck who you think you are or what kind of stick you have up your ass, but my squadron isn't involved and it isn't anywhere near your formation. Continue to fire on my squadron and I will return fire. Haakonsen clear"


-Not very pleasant.
-Hrmph. Imperial navy? Drakonian? Scandavian States? Many nations give themselves that designation.
-No matter for now, although send this to the VIS. Comm, open a channel. As well, let's plot their speed and heading here. Alert our forces on New Shiron.

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Encryption - LOW; Universal protocols; route: Commodore Haakonsen unknown ship; route:...complete
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This is Admiral Urliko of the Second Reinforcement Task Fleet aboard the VNF Bok's Fury. Again I repeat; state your intentions or be fired upon.

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OOC: I'm pretty sure that the cyclops UAVs come out of the VLS tubes. Am I right on this A&H? Or would that jostle the electronics too much?

IC: Kaarrooom! With roar, two cyclops-class UAVs popped out of their tubes and made a beeline for the unknown vessels commanded by Haakonsen.

OOC: Well, if you're going around the Gonad, you'll be moving away from my fleet anyhow, consider yourself lucky.

IC:

The Scandavian message came through. Admiral Aymara and the Fire Control staff had a good laugh at the 'confrontational' tone of the Commodore.

The Chief turned "They are moving off to the East, still into Klatchian waters, but away from us."

Aymara nodded "Very well, so long as their course takes them away from us I could care less where they go.Track them, so long as they are moving away let them go. If they head back towards us, let them have it."

The Chief nodded issuing the orders "Aye sir, do you wish to respond to their communication?"

Aymara shook his head "Nope. Maintain communications blackout, carry on. The Scandavians would be wise to respond to the Glorious Kingdom's hail, I would imagine?"

The Chief chuckled "Maybe Vrak's ships will chase them, then we'll be here by ourselves!"

Aymara smiled "Carry on then, let's not speculate."

[Well, the way I see it, I'm not all that deep into the region's waters yet. The squadron could just swing wider to avoid any of your vessels. If not, *shrugs* those cruisers are bigger than Iowas, they can handle themselves.]

OOC: they may be big, but with only twelve, they are seriously outnumbered.

[Sorry, I totally missed this]


====

Scandavian States

The incoming cruiser squadron was picked up and a message was sent:

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Encryption - LOW; Universal protocols; route: unknown ship; route:...complete
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Unknown ship. This is the VNF Bok's Fury. You are drawing near Federated Klatchian Coast waters. State your intentions or be fired upon.

====



The FCO had to once again get the Commodore's attention, "Sir, computers have just let this through the filters. They seem a little irritated."

"Relax, that's just the way Vrakian's are. If you were ruled by sentient walruses, you'd be that way too. Same deal as before, 'Bok's Fury, this is Commodore Haakonsen aboard Her Imperial Majesty's Ship Galicia. My squadron has leave from the government of Greater Dyelli Beybi to hunt down the wanted pirate Admiral Collins and arrest her, if at all possible.'"

OOC:
Cyclops out of a VLS tube? The Cyclops is a bit too big for that...or you need huge VLS tubes

The cyclops was built for range/operation time and kill ability rather than springing out of your local VLS tube.

Just rocket propel one off a heilo deck or any carriers you might have.

I'm curious how close/far the Vaadian ships are from Cyro actually.

And New Shiron is wayyy south and east of that location. I doubt New Shrionese forces are going to be getting annoyed.

And well that canal is not ungarded.

The Var shook his head, "We knew about the Dyellian's having the gate technology, unfortunatly for you that is how the Oracle herself gained access." He let that little bomb drop for a moment before continuing.

As he paused a human servant appeared. He placed a tray with two pots of hot liquid on the desk. Bowing to Davies he handed her a cup of tea, and handed the Var something that looked like thick coffee.

"The pointy-eared Terrans are rather a wide array. Are you saying Mr. Himmler is from the Gonad? Or that he is someother kind of elf. And what are these pillboxes that move. Are they boxes that store medicine or one of those odd terran phrases for labeling somthing based on appearence rather than operation?"

*****
The sub-officer said nothing for a few moments, then ordered, "maintain course, speed sixteen and a half knots"

The monitor was now the center of a three ship convoy moving south west along the lake shore. They would all be in the next port long before the Imperial Navy reached the ocean side of the AWM canal.

[Vrak, I replied to your initial message after you posted your second one. Sorry, I didn't see the first one until IV mentioned it in his post and managed to totally space on your second as well. Consider this a catch up post.]

Flag Captains were an oddity in that they had an actual rank, instead of a position being assigned to a senior grade Captain. They spent half their time acting like and doing the duties of a junior flag officer, a quarter actually commanding a ship, and the rest taking care of basic necessities. It was for that reason that any flagship usually had a Captain JG as an XO instead of the traditional commander. Flag Captain Brataas was strange even among such a unique group of individuals carrying a single rank in that she was so young for the position she held, and had the obvious and unfortunate nickname in English her name would provoke. Most would turn resentlful at such a thing, but instead she had grown a thick skin during her Academy years and a rather mischevious temperment, which had resulted in a truly astounding number of demerits that would have held just about anybody's career back; that she had prevailed so thoroughly was a testament to her abilities and people were already claiming that she'd be First Sea Lord by 40.

However, none of that saved her from the headache of trying to navigate the diplomatic and military minefield that was the FKC, in this case both literally and figuratively. She'd already had to order a heading change to swing them well wide of New Shiron and the Klatchian forces stationed there, and when the FCO on duty had announced yet another challenge from Bok's Fury, apparently sent when they didn't get a timely response, she finally had enough.

"Comms, get me Chief Takigawa. Now," ordered Brataas.

"Yes, ma'am," the Flag Captain was usually relaxed and had a real sense of humor, but she also had firery red hair with the temper to match. The FCO knew then was just the right time to toe the line and do everything by the book, if he wanted to keep his head. "You're on speaker, ma'am."

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Chief, get your short, skinny ass down here right now and fix the damn Comms computer, the Vrakian and who knows who else's messages are being kept up by the filter. You have ten minutes to get to the Flag Bridge or I'll fix it myself, after which I'll come find you and everybody not on duty will be recieving a clinic on takedown techniques, " Takigawa's Combatives scores were notoriously low and the Flag Captain was more than fair at the service's brand of Jiujitsu. It was for that reason that the usually slow computer geek was present five minutes earlier than Brataas had allowed.

Sitting down, the Chief got to work and after no more than a couple minutes found the problem, "Here we go, ma'am. For whatever reason, when we updated the comms software the new priority lists didn't save properly. I have it set to download a batch update from my station during the next personel rotation, but in the meantime I just made a change in the current list to give FKC communications top priority."

Somewhat molified, Brataas nodded, "Good. Now return to your station. Oh, and Chief? If it doesn't work I'll have your ass."

Sighing, she turned to her FCO, "Setup a reply, standard FKC config. 'Bok's Fury, this is Flag Captain Brataas of Her Imperial Majesty's Ship Galicia. Please accept my appologies, but my communications computer has been acting up, resulting in your messages being delayed. For the time being, a temporary fix is in place with a more permanent fix scheduled in a couple hours. I believe that short of a communications failure on your end, you've already recieved the Commodore's reply, however I will reiterate. CruRon 1 is currently hunting the wanted pirate Admiral Collins; beside the fact that she has an outstanding warrant for her arrest, she has also hijacked a Dyelli Navy monitor that the Imperium has pledged to return to GDB service upon her arrest. I kindly ask you not to fire on this squadron, as those... what's the word you would use? Ah yes, those Vaadian pakras had already fired a 'warning shot' at us from 650 miles away. Galicia's crew is already on edge and the squadron is trying very hard to avoid any incidents while we are guests of the Federation."

OOC: A&H- The Namroth Vedic is exactly 100miles due south of the Klatch Guard Base, with it's escorts spread out east, west and south of that. The Jaguar Arsenal Cruisers are general 100 miles out from the Battleships and Carriers, and spaced several miles from each other. Subs are patrolling out well beyond that

If any Macisikani had been the room with the Alconians in Port Olympus they would have been able to answer the question "who in the hell cares?" to the tune of a few busybodies on the House of Lords International Affairs Committee who also happened to hold the casting votes on the Lords Appropriations Committee and therefore could affect the government's budget.

Nothing that the Empire did was free from its internal politics, and speaking of busybodies and internal politics...

Cabinet Room, Houses of Parliament, Arn Maciska
The room, with its rich velvet hangings, was dark, lit only by a few halogens shining down onto the oval jarrah table that dominated the room.

The only three people in the room were the First Minister, Elgiva deMa'iska, Vida Alerando, Deputy Minister of State, and Justina Valdir, the External Affairs Minister; the Parliamentary Police stood outside the door, blocking access. To any outsider, it seemed a secret meeting between high officials of the government, though if said outsider tried to think for a moment, they'd wonder why the Cabinet Room of all places.

To anyone who actually knew the workings of the Imperial Government, they saw it for what it truly was; three workmates getting together to share gossip over a game of canasta in the first empty room they came across. But business before pleasure, of course...

"... and now I have that bastard threatening to block the Appropriations review on the Escadra Centauri for the next five weeks, unless we clear it up," Alerando was saying.
"Hang on," Valdir interrupted, "is this the bastard on Appropriations, or the bastard on International?"
"This is the bastard on Appropriations and arsehole on International, y'know, Donovan."
"I thought he was the bastard on Appropriations and the moron on I and I," deMa'iska said.
"Nonono, that's Casey," Valdir said.
"Hang on, isn't Casey the bastard on Appropriations and the idiot on Ethics?" Alerando asked.
"He transferred," deMa'iska answered.
There was a moment's silence as the others digested this.
"Oh... anyway, Donovan wants us to "normalise" relations with Dyelli Beybi... yes, that was my reaction too," Alerando said, and then waited patiently for deMa'iska and Valdir to stop laughing.
"He says he'll settle for recognition of Soult's regime, and doing something about that new state in the north. He doesn't care what, just as long as it's all nice and neat."
"Pedantic little piece of dung," Valdir muttered, "why can't we get rid of him?" she held up a hand "yes, yes, I know - not legal; murder."
"He should have been a civil servant," Alerando said, slyly winking at deMa'iska.
The former head of the Civil Service glared at the Minister. "Shut up and deal already. Valdir, get Alscarna to clear it up," she paused. "Just so Donovan's happy," she added while Alerando shuffled, "and we get a budget on the floor before my children graduate."
"Sure thing Ellie," Valdir replied, reaching forward to take her cards.
The matter resolved, the three women moved on to more enjoyable topics.

=====================

To: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Moskau
From: Ministry of External Affairs, Arn-Maciska
Subject: Recognition

Dear sir/madam,

We have noted recent developments in Dyelli Beybi with some interest, and were most intrigued when your state was established. While we would like to take this opportunity to extend our formal recognition to your nation, we need to know, to satisfy our own legislative requirements, if your nation is a part of the nation of the Federated Klatchian Coast.

Once we have this detail confirmed one way or the other, we can proceed with the processes needed to formally recognise your nation.

Thank you for your time,
Baron Modecai Alscarna, Junior Minister of External Affairs

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To: Government of Emperor Pierre Soult I of Dyelli Beybi
From: Ministry of External Affairs
Subject: Recognition

Your Majesty, greetings and salutations,

As of 12:00 hrs Arn-Maciska time today, His Imperial Majesty's Government formally recognises your regime as the one and only legitimate ruling government of Dyelli Beybi, provided thad the government of the Federated Klatchian Coast recognising the same.

God Save The King,
Baron Modecai Alscarna, Junior Minister of External Affairs

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The message stipulated "Dyelli Beybi", not "Greater Dyelli Beybi". Perhaps it was carelessness, but knowing Alscarna, this was unlikely; the word "Greater" had also been omitted from the recognition resolution, shouting to anyone who would pick up on it that the Empire would be recognising Timaru and Moskau... or, more likely, that someone was holding that bit up in Committee. Again.

Diana Minerva looked over the replies from Klatch again. The message from Timaru and Moskau warranted immediate action, but she could not help but read over the reply from Soult's government in Dyelli Beybi. It was short, sweet, and to the point, and it told her barely anything. Dyelli Beybi continued to maintain that they would not use Nuclear Weapons except as a deterrent or in event of a nuclear war. Well that worked well all and good until missile were flying around, and then mistake could happen (and had). She idly wondered if anyone had received a similar note before the Al Anbar War.

Calming herself, she looked over the note a third time. Gleaning the last bit (and perhaps the most important bit) of information she could from it. For the Drakonian message had been nothing more than a fishing expedition for information and it seemed initially that they had caught nothing. Now as she realized what the note really said, she realized they had caught something, an old boot. For what the note from the Commisaar said was that "nothing had changed." The situation between the Imperium and the Klatchian state of Dyelli Beybi was the same.

She would have to relay that information to the Praetor and the Advisory Council; it would calm some nerves at least. But, for now she had more important things to set in order. Like recognizing a new state, and arranging a diplomatic team. There was a reason the reply from the Federation of Timaru and Moskau had arrived so quickly. The team in the South Klatchian Sea had uploaded the reply to a satellite via their LASER equipment and from there it had been rapidly relayed home, where the Director of the Drakonian Intelligence Agency had made sure it was sent promptly to Diana. From there, everything was her job.

With a heavy sigh she sat up from her desk and went to work.

{Drakonian Declaration of the Recognition of the Statehood of the Federation of Timaru and Moskau}

It is the solemn duty of any Nation State that when a new member joins their community, that they should recognize that State's Sovereignty and Independence as an equal Member among the International Body of Nations. However only select Nations that possess: a National Territory, Citizenry, and a State Authority are afforded this honor by the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium. The Federation of Timaru and Moskau does possess all of these.

Therefore, it is with great respect that the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium recognizes the Sovereignty and Independence of the New and Free State of Timaru and Moskau. This State established itself as its Parent was engulfed in yet another Civil War. As Dyelli Beybi tore itself apart, causing strife in the Federated Klatchian Coast, the Dyelli Beybi Artic Territories became the Federation of Timaru and Moskau. The Imperium hereby affirms its Independent Status and its Freedom from the Klatchian state of Dyelli Beybi and all of the Federated Klatchian Coast.

The Imperium further hereby declares that it is in the process of negotiating a mutually beneficial Treaty of Alliance with this fledgling Nation to ensure it continued Prosperity and Independence. The Imperium offers any and all help to this new Nation as it embarks on the beginning of its journey in History. The Imperium also encourages all States to join it in this Declaration of Recognition of Statehood, and to allow Timaru and Moskau to join every State as a Sibling in this World and this Multiverse.

Signed:

Praetor Augustus Drake
Supreme Command of the Imperial Drakonian Military
Sovereign of the Grand Dominion of Drakonian Imperium

Affirmed by the Grand Imperial Senate of the Realms, Protectorates, and Territories of the Drakonian Imperium

The large jumbo jet taxied down the runway as it prepared to take off from the Schiphol International Airport near Amsterdam in Knootoss. Inside it held a diplomatic team being sent to the fledgling State of Timaru and Moskau. There they would gage the situation in the State and prepare the way for the formation of the alliance and all it would bring. Inside the plane the Diplomatic team and their Praetorian Guard escorts were preparing themselves for the journey and their mission. As the entire group had been rushed into the plane, their specific mission and all the compiled information they would need barely making it onto the plane before it left the terminal, they were just getting started on their preparations. Fortunately, their journey would be a long one.

Ambassador Aisha Seius was one of the many being briefed. She was a young to be doing such a senior job, only in her middle thirties. But her skilled more than made up for it. She had served with the Drakonian Delegation to Knootoss and KIST for most of her time in the Drakonian Diplomatic Corps. Taking a small job working at the Embassy in Al Arabiyah. During it all she had received commendations and praise from her superiors, she knew what she was doing and she was not untested. Beside her more diplomatic skills she possess a fit and attractive body, and a gentle face and a winning smile complimented her dark ebony skin. "Okay, run the flight plan by me again, please," she asked, the Praetorian Guardsman had run it by her while her mind was elsewhere.

Captain Marcus Livius barely kept a frown from his face. He was a no-none-sense military type, and being in command of the Praetorian Guard detachment ensuring security in the mission did not help his mood. "After taking off from here, we will turn to the northeast, where we will rendezvous with a fighter escort form the Super Carrier IDS Wyrm. We will then head on to the southeastern mainland of Klatch, being refueled in the air in route, just in case we have problems on the way into Timaru and Moskau. As we make our final descent into Moskau, and before we cross over into the Federation, our escort will turn back. It is quite possible that we will receive an escort from the Federation, Klatch isn't a safe place after all. Anyway, we will land in Moskau in just under twenty hours."

The Ambassador nodded, this time she was paying close attention and not pondering her assignment. "There is a Carrier Group in the area?"

Captain Livius nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. The Wyrm is operating with her support group just southeast of the unclaimed main body of Klatch. They will be standing by to help us should there be any trouble."

Aisha flashed an uncertain smile. "Pleasant."

"Klatch isn't a friendly place, Ma'am," he informed her bluntly. "It a very dangerous place, even for the natives. And we are not popular there. It is my job to keep you safe and I am anticipating everything going wrong."

"I know, Captain," Aisha shot back. "Just brief me on security."

Marcus was delayed on complying with her requested by the intercom's announcement. "Flight Attendants to your seats, and prepare for take-off," the aircraft's Pilot ordered. And moments later the large diplomatic jet was off the tarmac and clawing for altitude as it begun its long journey to the Federation of Timaru and Moskau.

To: The Office of Foreign Affairs, Moskau
From: The Foreign Ministry of the Klatch
Subject: Discussion of the New Republic and its relationship to the Klatchian Federation

It would seem that your young new nation is becoming an intrest to the international community. As such, there are certian items which must be discussed between us, such as access to international shipping, and land rights of the Klatchian Federation.

The Foreign Minister would like to meet with your government to discuss these matters immediatly. Please advise us when a meeting can be aranged.

*****
It was a rather bland message. But it lacked any real decleration of recognition of a new government. Considering that it was from the twenty-five foot gorrilla of a nation that surrounded the new nation on three sides, it was obviously not entirely friendly either.

At noon, Minister Pierce and Director Fox reported to President Albert's office. Pierce had fired off his communications to Alcona and gotten remarkably quick responses. He had them in his hands as he and the Director were ushered into Albert's office.

President Mark Albert's office was much like the Council room in decor. Wood-panelled walls, plush blue carpet, and light scones on the wall. Albert's desk was opposite the door into it, a nice piece of cherrywood furniture positioned so the President could look out the floor-to-ceiling glass windows that looked down at the state buildings surrounding this central office. At the moment though, Albert had his drapes drawn, and the windows were hidden behind breezy cream-colored fabric. The President didn't look out the windows as much as he used to. Things had changed after the Psi Revolt.

Albert was sitting behind his desk, writing something which he put aside to stand and greet his subordinates. "Hey Harry, Frank. Grab seats and tell me what you've got."

Pierce and Fox sat down in comfortable chairs in front of Albert's desk. Pierce began first, passing the communications across to Albert so the President could read them.

"As you can read, apparantly Alcona doesn't know much about the revolt, other than that it's happened. They told me to direct further queries to the Council, so we will. What I find really interesting is that the Vaadians are apparantly asking permission to invade Dyelli Beybi."

"Oh really?" Albert said, grinning. "Have they done anything yet besides ask?"

"Lots," Fox answered. "We had a spotty satelliete earlier this morning, but one of our recon birds just made another pass about an hour ago. There's a massive Vaadian taskforce sitting off Dyelli's coast. I'd wager that if the invasion request is granted, Dyelli's going to belong to Ilek-Vaad the morning after."

"So, Dyelli's declared a new government, and now half the Klatch seems to be getting ready to make their own new government. Is that the gist?" Albert asked.

"Basically," Fox replied. "There's more too." He withdrew some pictures from the folder he'd brought and passed them over. "This next batch shows the Vaadians I've just been talking about, and yet another sea force in the region. This one is definitely not Klatchian."

"What?" Albert asked, looking at the pictures. "Then who is it?"

"Take a look at the blowup of one of the ships. Two flags," Fox pointed.

"One's Dyellian, and the other is?"

"Scandavian States," Fox explained. "It seems they're sticking their noses into this too, and since they're flying Dyelli's colors, I think I can guess whose side they're on."

"I can too," Albert agreed. "They're going into Klatchian waters then?"

"Already are in," Fox replied. "They must be trying to get to Dyelli's coast, but that'd be a good trick, what with two major fleets sitting off it. I don't know what route they plan to use to circumvent the fleets, but they don't show any signs of leaving."

"Great," Albert sighed. "What we really need is to get some hard intel from over there. Any plans yet, Harry?"

"Yes, actually," Fox replied. "In fact, Hanoway should be here any minute. I need her in on this."

Almost as if on cue, there was a knock at the door. "Enter!"

A President's Guard stepped into the room. "Supreme Commander Allean Hanoway here to see you, sir."

"Excellent," Albert nodded. "Let her in."

The guard stepped aside and let the commander of Glorious Humanity's wet navy enter the room. Hanoway stood at attention and saluted. "You wanted to see me, sir?" she asked Albert.

"Actually," Fox spoke up. "I did. I just figured it would be easier to call you here, since we were all here anyway."

Hanoway raised a brow. "Alright."

"Bring another chair in," Albert told the guard, who saluted and left the room. He returned about three minutes later with another chair, which he placed in front of the desk and then took his leave. Albert directed Hanoway to the chair and then waited for the guard to leave and close the door behind him.

"Now then," Fox said when it was just the four officials. "I'm about to describe an intelligence operation, so nobody hears about this who doesn't need to. First, Hanoway, who's on Klatch patrol right now?" Ever since the nuclear incident, GH had established a fleet patrol route that routinely took some naval assets close to the Klatch. They got within about three hundred miles of Klatchian waters, then turned back and came home.

Hanoway thought back through the morning's routine dispatches. "Sealord's up that way," she said. "She's got a couple smaller Lost Vegas class carriers with her, and a dozen escort destroyers. I think she's also got four or five subs. She's about three hundred miles from Klatchian waters, about to turn back south to finish her loop."

"Break something," Fox said.

"What?"

"Find an excuse for Sealord to stay up there a few days. Engine trouble or something. And I'm going to need a plane, a fast one that can fly from GH out to the Sealord." Quickly, Fox outlined his idea. It took about fifteen minutes to explain completely.

"Slick," Pierce commented when Fox was done.

"Wouldn't it be better to send the people by orbital shuttle?" Hanoway asked.

"Quicker yes, but not as discreet," Fox said. "Lords of War has a station up there, and they keep track of any space assets that even get close to the Klatch. Besides, those people actually have a couple days to get on station. After all, the other ship's got to make it to the Klatch first. A regular atmospheric plane would have less chance of being detected, and if it were spotted, the Klatchians would probably dismiss it as routine, especially if Sealord is pretending trouble. Besides, getting a shuttle would require involving Space Command in this too, and I want to limit the number of people who know what's going on. Better to keep this in the Navy."

"Point," she agreed. "Alright, I better send messages. Sealord's due to turn around and start home this afternoon, I'd better let her know to break down right quick."

"Do that," Fox said. "Meanwhile, I'd better go get ahold of the Psi Corp. There's one more commander we have to bring into this."

Bok's Fury, this is Flag Captain Brataas of Her Imperial Majesty's Ship Galicia. Please accept my appologies, but my communications computer has been acting up, resulting in your messages being delayed. For the time being, a temporary fix is in place with a more permanent fix scheduled in a couple hours. I believe that short of a communications failure on your end, you've already recieved the Commodore's reply, however I will reiterate. CruRon 1 is currently hunting the wanted pirate Admiral Collins; beside the fact that she has an outstanding warrant for her arrest, she has also hijacked a Dyelli Navy monitor that the Imperium has pledged to return to GDB service upon her arrest. I kindly ask you not to fire on this squadron, as those... what's the word you would use? Ah yes, those Vaadian pakras had already fired a 'warning shot' at us from 650 miles away. Galicia's crew is already on edge and the squadron is trying very hard to avoid any incidents while we are guests of the Federation."


Guests of the Federation? Hunting for Collins? But why would Soult want this Imperium to arrive into their waters? Unless, of course, Dyelli Beybi, or at least the southern part was looking for some military aid…

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Encryption - LOW; Universal protocols; route: Captain Bratass - Galicia; route:...complete
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Captain Bratass. This is Admiral Urliko. First, we would like you to identify the nation that you represent, for the simple fact that many nations use the designation of Imperial. Secondly, we are not aware that your nation is the guest of the Federation else we would have been informed and proper protocols would have already been in place. As such, we require actual verification of your claim. Finally, due to the current situation in Dyelli Beybi which, I should point out is an internal Klatchian manner, the arrival of your warships add yet another unwanted element into a potentially…unstable…situation. We ask that you withdraw your ships to at least 600 nautical miles from all FKC coastline.

If the Admiral could have emphasized "all" any more, he would have. As such, it came out sounding almost gutteral.

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Meanwhile, the two UAVs closed in on the Scandavian States formation of ships at a relatively medium altitude. The high resolution sensors on each one began to sweep the area.

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OOC: Drak, carrier group? It would seem that it is closer to Ilek-Vaad and Karmanyaka if I read you right.

OOC: SS, ah, now I remember about the ideas I was talking about. It had to do with breaking your coded messages. ICly, Vrak has some Angelus tech (on par if not beyond LOW tech) left over from a long time ago. But, it's very unpredictable so we don't use it. So, since I think I play my nation as not being as advanced as yours, I can live with not being able to decipher the messages. As well, according to this report (http://www.mos.org/cst/article/6081/1.html), it appears that even eavesdropping on a quantum transmission will alert the recepient. But does DB also need quantum comps in order to get the message?

The Var shook his head, "We knew about the Dyellian's having the gate technology, unfortunatly for you that is how the Oracle herself gained access." He let that little bomb drop for a moment before continuing.

As he paused a human servant appeared. He placed a tray with two pots of hot liquid on the desk. Bowing to Davies he handed her a cup of tea, and handed the Var something that looked like thick coffee.

"The pointy-eared Terrans are rather a wide array. Are you saying Mr. Himmler is from the Gonad? Or that he is someother kind of elf. And what are these pillboxes that move. Are they boxes that store medicine or one of those odd terran phrases for labeling somthing based on appearence rather than operation?"


Davies' mouth dropped open in stunned disbelief, "Off us, how? Urgh, never mind, that isn't important at this time."

She was still looking shaken, when the tea arrived, but was able to smile and say a quick 'thank you' to the tea bearer, "Frankly." she confessed, "We don't know, but suspicion is that Himmler is from the Gonad, or possibly from Dyelli Beybi before the war."

She looked confused again at the mention of medicine boxes, taking a second to work out what the Var meant, "Ah no, not exactly. I haven't seen one, but what it aparently is is some kind of moving metal object which fires a more lethal form of taser. It utilises some kind of stolen shielding system and some stolen grav ship technology has been incorporated into the mix as well. It rums for about 20 minutes before it needs to be refueled. Himmler was unhappy with the creation, he wanted to perfect it, although how the gate has helped him... I can only guess he has used it to 'gain some time' so as to speak."

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Soult's newly formed Government, which was in reality little more than his friends and associates had watched the little exchange between the Vaadians and Scandavian States Navy with interest. In particular the Admiral of the Fleet, Rudolf von Scheer, the one eyed man who had proved singularly incapable of controlling Collins while she had served under him. Now though he was studying the Vaadians in earnest, planning his Battle, the Battle that would quite possibly decide the fate of Dyelli Beybi. For von Scheer planned to go out and fight the Vaadians head on in what would quite possibly be one of the biggest Naval engagements ever.

In anticipation, 20 R-boats, huge diesel-electric submarines were dispatched, moving at snorkel depth in a huge arc, skirting the western border of the Dyellian mine field, swinging many miles to the South, and angling up and around towards the Jiggadian islands, the area where the Eastern edge of the minefield lay, and coincidentally where the Vaadians would need to move fuel and supplies through if they planned for invasion...

A communique with typical slipshod encoding
To: Scandavian States Ministry of Defence
From: Navy HQ, Empire of Greater Dyelli Beybi
CC: Vrakian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Alcona and Hubris Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Subject: A request for military aid
In the interests of eliminating a mutual threat, the Navy of Greater Dyelli Beybi wishes to humbly request the movement of an Imperial Fleet into the Sea near to the Jiggadian Islands pending possible hostile action against Dyellian forces by Ilek Vaad.

Yours with the greatest respect,
Admiral of the Fleet,
R. von Scheer

The arrival of diplomats from Scandavian States was not heralded with an enormous amount of fanfare. This was probably because the mercury was hovering just below freezing point, and frankly nobody really wanted to come outside. It was snowing too, any harder and landing would have been unsafe.

Flying in gave a good view of the city. It was an old looking place, quite pretty under it's blanket of snow, onion domed churches were plentiful. The Dyellian races had always been a religios sort, while there were plenty of three storey mustard coloured buildings which were presumably apartments. They had steep sloping slate roofs, looking almost like they'd been made to a pattern.

There was no real reception committee, a limousine had been provided, with a waiting pair of black 4x4s. The Federation had also provided bodyguards. Two tough looking men with Dyelli Beybian SSA1801 assault rifles on their shoulders. They were decked out for the cold, long green great coats and bearskin hats and gloves. They still looked cold though.

"Bodyguards are requested to stay in the Gypsys." one replied in thickly accented English. English was one of only two languages here, the other being Moskauan, a peculiar Germanic language which had evolved in this isolated part of the world. 'Gypsy' was obviously the name for the 4 wheel drives.

It was made quickly clear why the guards had been wanted off the scene. There was another passenger in the limousine. A man with a greying black van Dyke beard, wrapped tightly in a military greatcoat sporting a large red star on the breast, he smiled warmly at the Ambassador, "A long flight I imagine. And the cold really hits you, Vodka?"

He waved a bottle, that had been concealed in one of his arm rests, "It's good for the cold. By the way I don't believe I know your name?"

The man himself needed no real introductions had the Scandavian States Ambassador done any research on Dyelli Beybi at all. It was the one and only former head of the Cheka, Felix Dzerzhinsky. A long time ago he hat cut a deal with Scandavian States to trial Collins in Dyelli Beybi. She had got off lightly, despite Dzerzhinsky's attempts to destroy her. However he had always remained loyal to the Collins Government, and was regarded as an enormous threat by Soult. Whatever happened here, in his homeland, it was clear that Dzerzhinsky would have a huge part in it.

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Meanwhile, many miles East, four MiG29s were warming their engines, ready to take off and escort the Drakonians into Moskau as well, weather permitting.

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It was also time for the first public address by the Prime Minister of the Federation. Edmundovich Brezhnev was a short, stocky man with a flash of closely cut graying hair above a rapidly receding hairline. His suit was grey, new, if not particularly fashionable, "The Federation of Timaru and Moskau wishes to thank all Nations who have acknowledged our independence from both Dyelli Beybi and the Federated Klatchian Coast. Your support is appreciated, and in due time we hope to establish good diplomatic relations with all States in our vicinity as well as those who have so graciously offered us their support."

He paused for a moment, allowing his message to sink in, "We welcome overtures from Klatch, especially from the State of Alcona and Hubris, and wish to extend a warm welcome to their diplomats, should they chose to visit the Federation."

The message wasn't overly hidden, Alcona and Hubris could negotiate, but Brezhnev wasn't about to send diplomats to Port Olympus just yet, "To those who are uncertain as to our reasons for this declaration of our independence, they are simple. We could not in all honesty accept the yolk of dictatorship from Cyro, a city many miles to our South. For years we have suffered under a Government which understands little of the ways of the North and pledges our tax money to projects closer to home. However, before this coup we were at least able to chose which people we wanted to waste our money."

This comment brought a sporadic cheer from the journalists assembled.

"To my own people. It is time for us to stand on our own two feet, to be proud citizens of our new State, to be freed from the drawstrings of Cyro. Do not be afraid, Soult has decreed he will destroy us, that you all know, but Soult's men are men of the desert, we are people of the snow and the woodlands. If he chooses to come, which we believe he will not, his men will freeze and die. We will not be defeated!"

Another, louder cheer this time.

"It has been asked when we plan to hold elections. I have this to say in reply, elections will be held, but give us time. There are no political parties as such, give them time to form. We are also under the shadowy threat of war. Let us wait until the threat of war with the South is concluded. Lets us wait until we are ready."

This drew angry muttering, the Prime Minister raised his hands, "However, I give you my solemn word that a date for elections will be announced within the year. You will not have to wait forever as will our Southern neighbours."

He waited for the applause to die down, "Thank you, thank you all for attending. I must now say to the International community as well as the people at home, live in peace and keep warm. Brazna o meirute. A press conference will be held in exactly five days, all foreign journalists are welcome to fly to Moskau to attend. We hope that normal civilian air services will be resumed soon, however charted flights are still in opperation and 30 day Visas are being issued on arrival. Thank you and good night."

OOC: Yes, Drak has to close to me. Remember Vaadian territorial waters are 100nm miles from the shore, and if ships enter that do not have a treaty with Ilek-Vaad (warship or merchant ship) will be given one warnig and then sunk.

IC:

Rudolf von Scheer's movements were watched with great interest by Admiral Aymara, the diesel/electric submarines proved easy for the RASTER sattellites to pinpoint, and they would soon find themselves being shadowed by Naval Guard Trident submarines.

Aymara now anticipated a vice like attack from Admiral Von Scheer, the Dyellians would most likely try to pin him to shore and force him into dangerously shallow waters and minefields. He was prepared for that. He looked over the satellite images , he was certain that he could stand his ground until his re-inforcements arrived, then the Dyellian attack would be caught with two additional Tactical Groups at their back.

He maintained communications black out. Tollan was looking at the same satellite images he was and knew the situation well enough.

*****

Back in Lassic the Council was still debating a tax reform bill, the unrest in the Klatch had taken a back seat since The Council had decided to 'uninvolve (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=408580&page=4)' itself with the federation. The only member of the Council to even take an active interest was Minister of Defence, William 'One-hudredman' Issem, who made a quick inquiry to the Supreme Republican Commander.

"Commander Ring, good to have you back in Tollan" he started "It looks like Klatchian waters are getting crowded again, we've also got some political movement in regards to the newly 'independant' Dyellian states, what is the situation with the Retaliatory Guard?"

Commander Ring responded "All Retaliatory Guard units are on alert, by this time next week all of our forces will be out of Karmanyaka, and the full Guard will be available for whatever Mandate becomes necessary.

I have also spoken with Velite General Ihsan and he is putting Velite Guard units on standby, just in case the Federation deployment in Karmanayak accidentally crosses our borders. In forty-eight hours we will have an additional two Tactical Groups off of Dyelli Beybi."

William nodded silently "Very good, and what about the Foreign Guard?"

Commander Ring replied "Communications cut. If the base is attacked, we will respond. I would much rather see Vrakian forces resolve the issue, instead of just sitting there and watching. Oh and satellites indicate that Imperium vessels are in the area and were scared off by a warning shot from Admiral Aymara."

William chuckled "They will take any oppurtunity they can to try and get back at Vrak. If the Imperium starts anything with anyone, help out whoever isn't the Imperium."

Commander Ring smiled "You can count on that."

William finished up "Well, I have to return to session, call me if the situation changes in any spectacular manner."

1621 Zulu
Task Force Safequard
South Klatchian Sea, International Waters
IDS Wyrm

The last two of six escort fighter vaulted off the deck of the Super Carrier, pushing for the altitude they would need to gain before being able to intercept the diplomatic jet. Already on the deck and preparing to take off as well was the fuelling aircraft, which would be responsible for refueling the jet, and fighter on the last leg of their trip.

The Carrier Battle Group was located 600 Nautical Miles southeast of the Gonad Peninsula (referred by the Praetorian Guard Captain as the main body of Klatch). The group itself consisted of the heavy missile cruiser, IDS Centurion, the light carrier, IDS Hippogryph, the destroyers, IDS Steward and IDS Huntress, the fast attack frigates, IDS Hornet and IDS Swarm, and the frigates, IDS Razor and IDS Interdictor, as well as the supply ships, IDS Bridge and IDS Postal. Lurking beneath the waves were the sub-surface vessels, IDS Deep Strike (a fast attack submarine), and IDS Beta and IDS Julius (attack submarines). All in all an impressively large carrier group for the Imperial Drakonian Navy, but being as the ships were on a Klatchian Patrol like the Glorious Humans, it was understandable.

The course of the Drakonian Patrol of Klatch had taken it from Britmattia Waters to Knootoss and then up passed the Gonad Peninsula. Drakonian Battle Groups did not stray too close to Klatch (as such was just asking for trouble), but they did keep watch on it. From the Gonad Peninsula it would have returned back by Knootoss and then headed on home to Drakonian Waters in the Caribbean. If it had not just received other orders.

On the bridge of the Wyrm, the fleet's Flagship and Super Carrier, Commodore David Stone stood watching the escort fighters disappearing from sight. "Captain," he commanded. "Order the Battle Group to set course for the Southeast Coast of the Peninsula. We are going to hold position at 250 Nautical Miles and stay there until we get orders to do otherwise."

The ship's Captain nodded. "But what about the Klatchians, sir?"

"We should be fine," the Commodore replied. "That territory is unclaimed, and I believe they have more pressing problems than annoying us."

"Aye, Sir." The Captain went about his work, leaving the Commodore to think over his orders.

Slowly the Battle Group made its turn back toward Klatch, changing to a head that would take it to the Gonad Peninsula.

OOC: Just clarify the location of my carrier group. Further information about the ships in my navy, may be viewed, here (http://invisionfree.com/forums/United_Emirates/index.php?showtopic=20). If my ships were going to be any closer I would have made note of it before they arrived there, but I figured this was far enough away, as it is a long ways off from Dyelli Beybi and indeed most of the Klatch.

OOC: oh, Southeast of the Gonad, so not so close to me, carry on. But we're still watching!

OOC: Sorry DB, you may have missed this. Is it okay to assume that my guys are on the way or landing? Upon reflection, I didn't say that they left but was trying to save some time.


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Within the hour, a long-range recon craft was sent up towards Republic of Timaru and Moskau while a short and brief message was sent from the Diplomatic Corps indicating that the Vrakians were sending a special envoy to discuss northern security matters. For that matter, an increased amount of chatter could be heard from anyone who was listening as well as increased patrols with the long-range detection craft. Things were already heightened with the King's death but now...

Some hypersonic bombers were immediately sent to the New Shiron territory to augment the forces there, along with several A-50 Mainstays. The Vrakians had managed to get the airports going and thus the most needed craft were sent to that possible theatre.

It was generally hoped that the situation would resolve itself since a logjam off the Dyellian coast would hamper logistical efforts in New Shiron.

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IC:

-The corridor is secure?
-Yes, High General. One HORDE group is ready to move south if necessary. Our long-range artillery is ready. The Stalkers will be used if necessary but I don't think we would need to. We have forces in Fasta but they are tasked with the Klatchworld project.
-Good. High Admiral?
-Yes, well, that will create a diversion certainly but they can hold out for quite some time on their southern border. Much of our fleet now is in New Shiron but we need to send more to counter the Dyellians and now another unknown party. Imperium. The most likely candidates would be Drakonia or Scandavian States.
-Does it matter?
-Not really, but it would help our planners in regards to knowing exactly who we are up against.
-This whole damn situation can really go south.
-Absolutely. But we are ready. Once the funeral is over then we can concentrate on our plan. The remainder of the fleet will be sent tomorrow to reinforce the fleet off the Dyellian coast. We do not anticipate any attack on our homeland but we will of course draw back the Guardian patrols that are nearby and we still have some carrier groups in rotation that can be used. As well, there are the Dukratians and North Germanians that are nearby that can come to our aid.

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Other ports along the western face of Vrak would reflect increased activity for anyone watching. Rail traffic to the southern border remained steady. From a drab military installation, a hypersonic transport thundered upwards and streaked towards the newly declared nation in the north, taking care to steer wide of LOW territory.

In New Shiron itself, long-range patrols were now adjusted to take into account the unwanted presence of the Drakonians. As well, the nation of Ilek-Vaad was under more scrutiny as Vrakian satellites increased their monitoring.

Tollan liked the fact that more foreigners were getting involved, it meant that their operations, if they were necessary, would be even easier.

Supreme Republican Commander Ring decided that it would be best to hedge his bets, and make sure that attention was paid to places other than the Vaadian forces.


To:Vrakian Ministry of Foreign Affairs
From: Supreme Republican Commander Adan Ring, Ilek-Vaad

RE: Klatchian Incursions.

I would like to assure the Glorious Kingdom that the Free Republic and Retaliatory Guard have no desire to initiate hostilities with any Klatchian State. The forces deployed are in place in case Genorale Pierre Soult decides to attack our Foreign Guard Base in Dyelli Beybi. I have no intentions of ordering anything but defensive action. If the situation can be resolved by your authorities then we would have no reason to act even defensively.

I have also noted the growing collection of foreign naval assets now flooding Klatchian waters. I am enclosing our most up to date sattelite images of these forces , the resolution is clear enough to make out the markings and colors of the vessels. We have already fired warning shots at a cruiser squadron from the Imperiuim of Scandavian States.

Please keep in mind that because we are not working with the Federation, does not mean that we will turn our backs on our friends within the Federation.

If your Admirals, Generals or any command officers have any concerns, or requests of my forces, please have them contact me directly and I will do what I can.

Adan Ring
Supreme Republican Commander of the Retaliatory Guard

It had occurred to Commander Ring that relations with Vrak had been fine, until the Free Republic had sought closer Federation ties. A point that he was sure was lost on the politicians on The Council.

He turned to his Staff Seargent "General Issem once said 'The Commander who wins without fighting, is more valuable than the man that is never defeated in battle.' , I never really understood that until now."

Staff Seargent Emael nodded "A fight with all these forces in the area, would be a right mess, sir."

The Var well just stared at the Checka agent for a moment. "So it this the dark matter that you wished to speak upon? That a pointy-eared Terran has run off with an oversized eletrocution device to develop a new deadly weapon on some unknown world?"

It was hard to tell if the Var thought this was dangerous or not dangerous. Reading Var facial expressions was hard for anyone, let alone a newbie from D.B.

*****
The walls of one the Lords of War lake harbors appeared rising over the horizon. The monitor would arrive there soon at current speed.

The sub-officer turned, "I shall releive the helm now..." She walked up behind the helmsman and waited for them to step back from the wheel of the ship.

Guests of the Federation? Hunting for Collins? But why would Soult want this Imperium to arrive into their waters? Unless, of course, Dyelli Beybi, or at least the southern part was looking for some military aid…

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Encryption - LOW; Universal protocols; route: Captain Bratass - Galicia; route:...complete
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Captain Bratass. This is Admiral Urliko. First, we would like you to identify the nation that you represent, for the simple fact that many nations use the designation of Imperial. Secondly, we are not aware that your nation is the guest of the Federation else we would have been informed and proper protocols would have already been in place. As such, we require actual verification of your claim. Finally, due to the current situation in Dyelli Beybi which, I should point out is an internal Klatchian manner, the arrival of your warships add yet another unwanted element into a potentially…unstable…situation. We ask that you withdraw your ships to at least 600 nautical miles from all FKC coastline.

If the Admiral could have emphasized "all" any more, he would have. As such, it came out sounding almost gutteral.

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Meanwhile, the two UAVs closed in on the Scandavian States formation of ships at a relatively medium altitude. The high resolution sensors on each one began to sweep the area.

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"Ma'am, we've got squadron-wide radar hits on a pair of drones, their bearing indicates they came from that Vrakian formation we've been skirting," reported Brataas' FTO.

"Thank you, but do not engage them. We're not hostile and we don't need to give them any more reason to suspect that we are. As it is, we'd be wasting ordinance that wold be better used against real threats.

"Comms, another message to this Admiral Urliko. 'Admiral, the nation I serve is the Imperium of Scandavian States. My squadron is here to hunt down Collins because of the current situation, Emperor Soult is unable to dispatch any forces because the Vaadians are making a nuisance of themselves. If you give me a few minutes, I can send you the relevent diplomatic correspondance, but rest assured my squadron is here at the invitation of the Emperor of Dyelli Beybi. As for your request, I'm afraid I can't comply, we have intel as to the whereabouts of Collins and every minute I might deplay this squadron is a minute that Collins has to slip away.'

"Comms, loudspeaker to Chief Takigawa. Chief, I need you to send those two message between the Duchess and Soult to the Vrakian formation. Don't send our quantum key, drop the encryption to 256kb standard and make it quick."

Whatever the Chief's faults, he was a whiz with computers and especially encryption systems, so the order was followed with a speed and accuracy few could honestly match. He was so good, in fact, that if he hadn't been habitually lazy and had studied more for his promotion boards, he just might have made Master Chief years ago.


[Vrak, yeah it can be a problem, but keep in mind a Qbit isn't any different from a binary bit. You can get a few wrong every once in a while and people won't really notice without close examination. Even text in a single character in a quantum message is still eight bits, or in this case eight qbits, so you'd need to guess wrong on at least 3/8 of the qbits with every single letter in a message for there to be something noticeable. It's a lot harder with real-time messages, which is what that report was referring to I think, than with text like what I was sending. As for DB, my encryption system is basically a quantum version of PGP, so long as I send the proper key along with every message even a binary computer shouldn't have all that much trouble figuring the message out. For real time comms, again, it's an entirely different proposition, but we're talking standard text comms.]

The diplomatic jet continued on its long journey seeming to show no care toward the situation developing in the waters off Dyelli Beybi, it simply continued toward the Federation of Timaru and Moskau. On board most of the briefings had long since been over with and much of the staff were now free to do as they wish. Many napped, some read more into the situation, others caught the latest around the world from the satellite televisions on the aircraft, while others simply entertained themselves with what they could watch.

Leo Flavius however was still reviewing and gleaming as much information as he possibly could. He was a middle age, former Intelligence Agent, who had "retired" to teaching Political Science at the Imperial College of Drakonia after serving in Glorious Humanity during that nation’s Psiochic Revolt. How he had then ended up on this plane might be a mystery, if you did not know Leo Flavius' work. He had been recruit, on the promise he could return to teaching when the diplomatic mission was complete.

His job? Test the waters in Timaru and Moskau to see what their position would be in a conflict situation. The possibility of their succession or some other event prompting a fighting war between Klatch and the Imperium was foremost on the mind of the Drakonian government. They had promised to defend Timaru and Moskau, yet what would that nation think if the current war suddenly went hot and spilled over into their newly free State. It was Leo's job to find out, officially and unofficially.

He reclined in his chair taking another loot over the latest satellite photos that had been transmitted to the jumbo jet. They showed the three major naval groups off Dyelli Beybi, Ilek-Vaadian, Vrakian, and Scandavian. There was also a photo of the Glorious Human carrier group on a nearby patrol, and of the Drakonian battle group safe, for now, off the southeast tip of the Gonad Peninsula.

Having memorized the important information he set aside the pictures to be destroyed before the aircraft landed in Moskau. One did not want the wrong people getting a hold of the vast amount of information being fed to the diplomatic team, and so most of it would be destroyed before their arrival over Timaru and Moskau airspace.

The Captain's Voice blared over the intercom, causing Leo to look up from reading a report on the military build-up in Klatch. "We're now at ten hours out of landing in the city of Moskau and if you look out on our wings, you can see our Imperial Air Force flyers pulling alongside to escort us there."

Sure enough as Leo Flavius looked out of his window he saw three aircraft dropping in along side in a loose formation. Another three could be seen out the other side of the aircraft. They were now entering the most dangerous part of their flight and to emphasize it the Imperial Drakonian Military had sent six aircraft as an escort. Overkill? Maybe. Only time would tell for sure.

"Yes." Davies nodded, "Yes, that is what I wanted to tell you. He's coming back, and if he can he's going to wipe us out, every last one of us."

She gave a weak smile, worrying about whether her reception was about to change, "You don't take me seriously? Or do you not think this is a big problem? Dyelli Beybi will never handle this on it's own. How can I convince you I'm serious?"

For International Release
Doujin Department of Media Affairs

Every year there several new nations are founded. Some through conflict and some as a result of peaceful resolutions. Unfortunately, many times the International community neglects the founding of many of these nations and they come and go without much resistance.

The Empyrean Society of Doujin rarely acknowledges the foundation of new nations, as typically by the time a diplomatic welcome is ready for release the government of those nations has already been removed from power. Today, that will change. The Empyrean Society of Doujin formally recognizes The Federation of Timaru and Moskau as an independant and sovereign state, free from the control of any other government.

The Empyrean Society also offers any assistance that may be required in ensuring the continued existence of Timaru and Moskau.

It is a glorious day for the Federation of Timaru and Moskau. May there be many more of them.

Ki'atra
Lady Ki'atra
Empress of Doujin
High Seat of the Empyreans
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(OOC: Psst SS, you have a response to your landing in Moskau)

Much like the Scandavian States diplomats, the Vrakians were met at the airport in Moskau. Unlike the diplomat from the former State they were delivered to an upmarket hotel, named the Orient. It was a magnificent hotel, the lobby was huge, with an enormous staircase at the end, which split into two smaller staircases running off at right angles about half way to the first storey. A huge painting, probably from the 1800s showed someone on a rearing horse. The ceiling of the lobby was domed. This was painted as well in patriotic images of Moskauans (or were they Dyellians?) leading glorious calvalry charges against disorganised foes.

Khaki clad police officers with broad red bands on their caps were stationed around the exterior and entrance of the building. These men were carrying antiquated Sterling sub machine guns and Lee Enfield rifles; the modern guns were all taken by the military.

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The Drakonians picked up four MiG 29s shortly across the border. In true Dyellian/Moskauan style they immediately split up, two flying high and two diving under the Drakonian fighters in a manouvre that might be regarded as hostile among more trigger happy people.

Drakonian Squadron, this is Fighter Squadron 139, we are under orders to escort the Imperial Diplomat to Moskau. I trust your journey was without incident? We can take over from here.

At least they were polite enough to radio in, the Squadron leader didn't sound unfriendly and his English was good. In fact the accent was distinctly Dyellian...

Official Memo from the Prime Minister of the Federation of Timaru and Moskau
To: The International Community

The Federation of Timaru and Moskau wishes to publically acknowledge the acceptance of our Independence by the Empress of Doujin. It is a great thing to see that the world has noted our independence of the Federated Klatchian Coast. No longer can we be called a 'Province in Revolt', truly, indeed it can be said that the Federation is now fully independent of both Dyelli Beybi and Klatch.

We wish to remind our Klatchian neighbours that we intend no hostile actions, and also to remind them that should they be considering such actions themselves that the Federation is in possession of considerable military hardware, formerly the possession of the Dyellian State.

Prime Minister of the Federation
The Right Honourable Edmundovich Brezhnev

"Tis a great thing when warriors unite together as one and throw off the shackles of their unworthy masters. This act is the ultimate consolidation of strength and will, the greatest statement that a united culture can make, and the ultimate statement of their resolve. Timaru and Moskau has made their statement loud enough to be heard, and powerful enough to be respected. May the Gods of Fire illuminate your path and give you the strength required to vanquish your enemies and keep your nation independent and free.

The Council of Clans of the United Clans of the Charr hereby recognises the government of Timaru and Moskau as a legitimate one, and offer our blessings and any assistance that you may require."

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Chief Clan Leader Bonfaaz Burntfur
The United Clans of the Charr

Office of the Minister of International Relations

A tape of Timaru and Moskau's formal declaration of independance had been delivered to Pierce's office immediately after the speech was over. When he was through watching it, Pierce grabbed the phone on his desk and punched in a number. He couldn't help grinning from ear to ear. Timaru had just made his job wonderfully easy.

The man on the other end picked up in two rings. "Director Fox. What's happening, Pierce?"

"Have you gotten a copy of Timaru's announcement yet?" Pierce asked.

"I have indeed," Fox answered, his own grin evident in his voice. "Quite a break for you, isn't it old boy?"

"And for you, I think," Pierce said. "I think we'd better call our friends together again."

"Wise. I'll see you in Albert's office in ten?"

"Splendid. See you there."

Pierce hung up and hastily gathered what he would need.

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The President's Office

Precisely ten minutes later, Pierce, Hanoway, Fox, and Albert were sitting in the President's office. Pierce and Fox started by filling in the other two on the new development.

"And this makes things easier?" Hanoway asked when they were done.

"Much," Pierce said. "I was racking my brain trying to figure out how I was going to get diplomats to Timaru without appearing to be sidestepping the Klatchian Privy Council. If however, Timaru has declared independance from the Klatch, then we must now deal with them as a seperate, independant nation. My job becomes simple, even routine."

"It also makes things easier for our intelligence game," Fox answered. "My original plan with the ship would've been very difficult to pull off and require a dangerous overland move across the Gonad Valley. Now it's simple. I can piggyback my people on Pierce's diplomatic detachment. Once they're in the country, I'm sure we can figure out a safer way to get them to the desert."

"Safer how?" Albert asked. "Given their present situation, I doubt Timaru and Greater Dyelli Beybi have open borders, and I imagine they're both watching pretty closely for people sneaking across."

"I know," Fox replied. "I'm considering options. We need to know exactly how tight border security is. That's part of what my people need to find out. I'm even tentatively considering bringing Timaru in on this."

"You're not serious!" Albert said incredulously.

"They have no love for Greater Dyelli Beybi, and I'm sure that whatever intelligence assets they possess have already figured out some way to beat the borders. Anything that could cause trouble for Dyelli is good for them, so we might be able to get an alliance of convenience between our intelligence people."

"So you're not going to need my plane and ships after all?" Hanoway asked.

"Oh we still need them, so I hope Sealord's good and broken," Fox said. "And your plane needs to be ready to go within an hour. I've already got the people who are going to be on board it. This development makes our job easier, but it also moves our timetable up. Satelliete reports from over Timaru indicate the weather is going to pot. Pierce's diplomatic plane has to get there before a blizzard or something forces us to postpone. This operation is going to be active by this evening."

"Alright, then the plane's fueled and ready to go. It's waiting at Orson De Soto," Hanoway said.

"I left orders to scramble a diplomatic team," Pierce reported. "They'll be ready in an hour."

"Who's going?" Albert asked.

"Deputy Minister Millhouse," Pierce said. "She's the only one up to date on what's going on." He looked at Fox. "I had to brief her. Believe me, no else in my Ministry knows exactly what's going on, but she sees everything I do."

"Perfectly all right," Fox said. "And very useful. She'll lend a certain weight of importance to the envoy."

"I'm staying here, of course. She's taking two guards and a team of attaches," Pierce continued. "I've already arranged a couple Psi Corp telepaths to be included in the group in plainclothes."

"You're just right on top of things, aren't you Pierce?" Fox grinned. "Then I'll get together the people that I'm attaching to your flight, and we'll send them on their way."

"Sounds like everything's moving smoothly," Albert said. "So you people better all get back to work. I want a report as soon as the diplomats are in the country."

"You'll get it," Pierce promised, then the meeting broke up.

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The Sealord

Three hundred and thirty miles south of Klatchian territorial waters, the GHS Sealord, a supercarrier, idled in the water, drifting with the currents. Ten miles to either side, two smaller carriers, the Ambrosia and the Falcon, sat, and twenty miles from Sealord her twelve destroyer escorts ringed her, keeping an eye out for any approaches. Under the water, the four Predator class attack subs with this group made slow circles around the perimeter, watching for any undersea threats. Three oilers and a repair ship also were part of the fleet, and at the moment they were clustered close to Sealord, within a mile of her.

On the bridge, Admiral Joshua Manchester went from station to station, looking over his crew's shoulders, watching them work. Four hours ago, Admiral Manchester had received a direct call from Naval Command in Saleon, highest encryption, and immediately after that the Sealord's reactor had failed, leaving her sitting dead in the water. Manchester had sent text messages over normal lines informing Command of the problem and apologizing for being forced to run late for the redeployment to Fyrehart. This was for the benefit of anyone listening in, just in case the FKC had noticed the encrypted call and wondered what it was about. Manchester had also notified the Drakonian fleet of his ship's plight, because it would've looked odd for a stranded GH ship to not ask their nearby allies for help.

Now Manchester waited. He knew something else was happening, and Hanoway had informed him in the direct call that all further commmunication would be done via telepath. He was to fire off periodic updates of his ship's situation to Command on the normal lines, again for the benefit of eavesdroppers, and talk to the Drakonians if they offered to help. Otherwise, he was to maintain radio silence.

His telepathic communicators, three men in gray Psi Corp uniforms, were sitting at stations near the door to the bridge. An uneducated person might think they were sleeping, for they appeared to be in repose, hands in their laps, eyes closed. Manchester knew that actually they were in their communication trance, listening intently to what someone back home was telling them directly into their minds.

He still marvelled that so much critical information was entrusted to these people. He knew that because of the unique way they talked to each other, communications sent through them were pretty much impossible to intercept. But the Psi Revolt had only been a year ago, who was to say these people were really loyal? And even if they were, how did they avoid garbling messages sent to them when they relayed them? Manchester oftened wondered if he was being told everything when a telepathic dispatch arrived. So far though, they had not steered him wrong, so he would trust them.

Abruptly the three men opened their eyes simultaneously. The message was through. They conferred quietly for a moment, coming to an agreement about what they had been told, and then one signalled to the Admiral to come over.

Manchester came over immediately and leaned over so one man could tell him the message.

"A plane is on its way," the telepath spoke quietly. "There will be four telepaths and two intelligence officers on board for a special assignment related to your earlier call. The intelligence men will have hard copies of your orders for this operation. They will be here in roughly four hours."

Manchester nodded. "Thank you. Carry on." The telepaths went back to whatever they did when they weren't being messageboards, and Manchester went back to watching his bridge.

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Orson De Soto International Airport

Dulles' largest airport handled thousands of flights every day, and many of them were official, since this was the capital's airport. A section of the airport consisting of a lounge, seperate control tower, and three runways was maintained seperately from the regular airport, and used solely by government personnel. This section was abuzz with activity. First, three government cars, a limosine and two sedans, drove up and offloaded their passengers. One group, consisting of about fifteen people including two formal guards and Deputy Minister Millhouse, hustled across the tarmac to a waiting official diplomatic jet. As soon as they were loaded, the jet launched, racing into the sky and heading for the Klatch.

A second, smaller group of six people were taken through the lounge so no one could tell exactly who they were. They were led to the farthest runway from all other activity, where a Navy Osprey-class VTOL plane waited, its engines already warmed up and running. The six went aboard behind a screen of security personnel, and ten minutes later the Osprey was in the air as well and heading off for the Sealord.

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Office of the Minister of International Relations

Back in his office, Pierce sent the first formal message to Timaru & Moskau. Since the nation had openly asked for other nations to open contact, there was no reason to hide the message, and it was sent with just standard diplomatic encoding. When he was done with that he also sent a message to the Klatch. Then he sat back and waited for developments.

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To: Office of Foreign Affairs, Moskau
From: Frank Pierce, Minister of International Relations, Federation of Glorious Humanity
RE: Greetings

Glorious Humanity heartily greets your declaration of independance, and recognizes you as a new nation in the world. Though our relations with your former parent, the FKC, have been unfriendly in the past, we have found our way past those differences and now enjoy mostly cordial relations. We hope to extend this to you as well, and perhaps develop an even better relationship, with no scars from the past to mar it.

I have dispatched a diplomatic envoy, led by my deputy minister, Lacey Millhouse, to open formal diplomatic relations with your country. They should be arriving soon. I look forward to receiving reports of a new friendship begun between our nations.

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To: The Foreign Office of the Federated Klatchian Coast, Landgrave Wittelbach Foreign Minister
From: Frank Pierce, Minister of International Relations, Federation of Glorious Humanity
RE: The status of Dyelli Beybi

We have observed the declaration of independance, both from Dyelli Beybi and the FKC, by the Federation of Timaru & Moskau. This changes the diplomatic picture for us considerably. Where previously there was only one entity with many parts to negotiate with, there are now two, the FKC and Timaru & Moskau.

This causes us to wonder about the state of Dyelli Beybi itself. While Dyelli Beybi has seen the overturn of its government before and remained a member of the FKC, in light of this new development we would like to know if that still holds. Is Dyelli Beybi still a member of the FKC, subject to your regulations and overgovernment, or has it too gone off on its own?

2251 Zulu
Diplomatic Flight 794
Moskau Soveriegn Airspace, Federation of Timaru and Moskau
Guardian Escort Squadron

"Roger that 139," the Drakonian squadron commander radioed back. "Clear skies and a beautiful view, other than that entirely uneventful." There was a pause as the man switched to a more official tone. "Guardian Squadron stands relieved. Safe journey 139. Lets head home, boys and girls."

In a spectacular show of aerial agility, the Drakonian fighters on either side of the diplomatic jet peeled away to the right and the left. The maneuver was a perfect two-dimensional cloud bloom, as the Drakonian escort fighters flipped onto their wings and broke away one-by-one, betraying their crafts' abilities and their pilots' skill. The entire show was a great amazement to the passengers of the diplomatic jet. The showmanship of both the Moskauans and the Drakonians was clear to awed audience.

On board the jet, the Captain's announcement had interrupted Aisha Seius' staff meeting, the last one before the aircraft landed. Everyone had stopped to look out the windows to see their first Moskauans. Now that the show was over, the Drakonian escorts returning to their carrier, the Ambassador caught the attention of her senior staff.

"As I was saying, we went to make an exceptional impression," she continued. "We will be dealing with former Klatchians who may or may not have a prejudices against us, as Drakonians. To break those prejudices, we will have to work hard to show our good intentions."

"Be on your best behavior," the Praetorian Guard Commander summarized.

"Yes." Aisha nodded. "Our allies have already begun coming to Timaru and Moskau's support. Both Doujin and the Charr have recognized the new State. This lends credibility to the Imperium's promises. It is our job to come through on the rest of those promises."

She paused before continuing. "We are going to Timaru and Moskau to establish a friendship, to build positive relations and an alliance. We are going to ensure their Sovereignty and Independence. We are to arrange a defensive agreement and trade. It is our honor to carry out these services for our nation, and we will do our best to fulfill that honor and the duty that comes with our jobs." She looks to each and every one standing there to see that they understood. There were nods of support.

"We will be touching down in Moskau in just under an hour," she dismissed. "Make yourselves ready."

To: All nations conferring diplomatic recognition to Timaru and Moskau
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps

Your diplomatic recognition of this new state (which we are not sure if even legal yet according to our FKC consitution) is hardly altruistic on your part but rather, it is to gain a foothold in the Klatch and to meddle into our affairs.

The legalities and political recognition of Timaru and Moskau will be settled first with the FKC. All others are warned to cease and desist their involvement.

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]

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As if on cue, the final wave of ships left from the Walrus Sea and began heading for the Squall straits. In another base on the eastern side of Vrak, massive transports and fighters were readying themselves. The latest announcement from Timaru and Moskau did not sit well with the Vrakians. So what if they possess a significant amount of hardware? Vrak had more.

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OOC: SS and IV, I saw your posts and will catch up to them shortly as with anyone else I may have missed.

"Hereby, the Senate and Nation of the Confederacy of Sniper Country does recognize the Federation of Timaru and Moskau to be a sovereign nation, with its own legitimate, working government, able and willing to provide for its citizens and making full sound, aware, and informed judgements leading to the betterment of the nation as a whole and it's people, from today and forth so, unto the ends of time."

John Philips
John Philips
Speaker, Sniper Country Senate

The Saab 2000 banked over the northern portion of Lake Olympus and proceeded to hail the new republic.

Timaru and Moskau Air control, this is Klatch 201, we are inbound for Moskau as a diplomatic mission from the Federated Klatchian Coast

Obviously the FKC was moving forward with dealing with the new upstart republic, but in a rather kit glove fashion than under the former Vrakian led government.

"Yes." Davies nodded, "Yes, that is what I wanted to tell you. He's coming back, and if he can he's going to wipe us out, every last one of us."

She gave a weak smile, worrying about whether her reception was about to change, "You don't take me seriously? Or do you not think this is a big problem? Dyelli Beybi will never handle this on it's own. How can I convince you I'm serious?"

"Perhaps I do take this as a serious matter, but not of the dark nature you implied. To many Himmler has been more of an enigma, than most. But the knowlege that he may return with a superweapon to destroy us all as you say...it is not a dark matter..."

The paused for a moment, then asked, "Does Admiral Collins know of this?"

Alscarna glared at the the unfortunate man in front of him.
"They declared what?" his tone was flat, dead, and very, very angry.
"Independence from the Klatch..." the other answered in a small voice.
"Oh, good God almighty, Donovan won't budge... and she is going to have a fit... no. We cannot recognise Timaru and Moskau... but that bastard..." Clearly Donovan was not popular.
"Sir, what about making recognition of T and M dependent on Klatchian recognition of the same?" the speaker was a young civil servant, new to the staff of the Junior Minister.
"The idea has merit..." the Baron mused. "It puts the onus on the Klatch, satisfies Donovan, and keeps Foxworth out of it... after all, we cannot allow for any... complications to interfere with the current proceedings in Arn-Arakhan... yes, issue the following..."

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Communiqué
To: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Moskau
CC: Vrak Diplomatic Corps, Alconian Foreign Affairs Ministry, Foreign Ministry of the FKC (or equivelant of the same)
From: Ministry of External Affairs, Arn-Maciska
Subject: Recognition of Timaru and Moskau

Dear sir/madam, greetings and salutations,

As of 12:00 hrs Arn-Maciska time today, His Imperial Majesty's Government formally recognises the existence of the Federation of Timaru and Moskau as a free, independent, and sovereign state, with all the rights, privileges, duties, and obligations inherent in membership of the brotherhood of nations, and further, we recognise the current government thereof as the one and only legitimate ruling government of the same.

However, the resolution stipulates that all the recognitions listed herein are fully dependent upon the government of the Federated Klatchian Coast recognising the same.

God Save The King,
Baron Modecai Alscarna, Junior Minister of External Affairs

2302 Zulu
Task Force Safequard
South Klatchian Sea, International Waters
IDS Wyrm

The Task Force made it way toward the far corner of the Klatch, the south easternmost part of the Gonad Peninsula. It would be some time before they recovered the escort aircraft from the diplomatic flight. They were on their way, but still hours out. Meanwhile the tanker had long since been back after fueling the jumbo jet, and had already been stowed below deck.

The seas were getting rough. Klatchian weather could be as bad as Klatchian tempers and typhoons and hurricanes were not unheard of where the Drakonians found themselves. However the Commodore was not overly concerned. The weather forecast show up the bad weather bearing down on Timaru and Moskau, which might sound like a bad thing but he saw it as a sign of safety. It was doubtful even the Klatchians would pick a fight in such conditions.

Commodore David Stone was just about to retire, when the message came through. "Commodore," the ship's Captain stepped alongside him, at the railing overlooking the flight deck. "We have received a message from the Glorious Human Carrier Group. Their experiencing reactor trouble just south of Klatchian Territorial Waters."

The Commodore frowned. "Not the best place to be," he commented absently, thinking over the situation. "Alter our course, to heading west, we will join them at their current position. Send a message offering our aid, and tell them we are moving toward their position to offer support."

There were as many advantages to moving closer to Klatch as there were risks. The risks were many and clear. The advantages were a bit more nebulous. The first was being in a larger group. With massive Klatchian fleets preparing for war, a Drakonian Carrier Group on Patrol was vastly outnumbered. Being next to allies, evened the odds if there should be trouble. Being closer to the action also helped intelligence gather, not to mention that the Glorious Human and Drakonian fleets could talk more freely on the situation. So the Commodore choice the advantages over the risks.

"Aye, Sir." The Captain turned to leave, but the Commodore stopped him by turning toward him.

"Have an engineering team, prepped and on deck in a helicopter to fly over to their ship," he ordered. "And inform Command of the situation. Thing could quickly get interesting out here."

Shortly thereafter the Drakonian Carrier Group made yet another turn. This one bringing it much closer to the Klatchians.

[Sorry, short post on my part.]

The arrival of diplomats from Scandavian States was not heralded with an enormous amount of fanfare. This was probably because the mercury was hovering just below freezing point, and frankly nobody really wanted to come outside. It was snowing too, any harder and landing would have been unsafe.

Flying in gave a good view of the city. It was an old looking place, quite pretty under it's blanket of snow, onion domed churches were plentiful. The Dyellian races had always been a religios sort, while there were plenty of three storey mustard coloured buildings which were presumably apartments. They had steep sloping slate roofs, looking almost like they'd been made to a pattern.

There was no real reception committee, a limousine had been provided, with a waiting pair of black 4x4s. The Federation had also provided bodyguards. Two tough looking men with Dyelli Beybian SSA1801 assault rifles on their shoulders. They were decked out for the cold, long green great coats and bearskin hats and gloves. They still looked cold though.

"Bodyguards are requested to stay in the Gypsys." one replied in thickly accented English. English was one of only two languages here, the other being Moskauan, a peculiar Germanic language which had evolved in this isolated part of the world. 'Gypsy' was obviously the name for the 4 wheel drives.

It was made quickly clear why the guards had been wanted off the scene. There was another passenger in the limousine. A man with a greying black van Dyke beard, wrapped tightly in a military greatcoat sporting a large red star on the breast, he smiled warmly at the Ambassador, "A long flight I imagine. And the cold really hits you, Vodka?"

He waved a bottle, that had been concealed in one of his arm rests, "It's good for the cold. By the way I don't believe I know your name?"

The man himself needed no real introductions had the Scandavian States Ambassador done any research on Dyelli Beybi at all. It was the one and only former head of the Cheka, Felix Dzerzhinsky. A long time ago he hat cut a deal with Scandavian States to trial Collins in Dyelli Beybi. She had got off lightly, despite Dzerzhinsky's attempts to destroy her. However he had always remained loyal to the Collins Government, and was regarded as an enormous threat by Soult. Whatever happened here, in his homeland, it was clear that Dzerzhinsky would have a huge part in it.


The guards did as they were requested, jumping into the back seats and nodding to the driver. The diplomat, however, lightly slipped into the limo and took a seat facing the man, and she spoke, "Lady Sadira Saleh, niece of Duchess Saleh. And no, Mr. Dzerzhinsky, I don't drink. You and I, we have much to talk about and, I suspect, very little time in which to discuss. So, Mr. Dzerzhinsky, let us deal."

"We should be fine," the Commodore replied. "That territory is unclaimed, and I believe they have more pressing problems than annoying us."

"Aye, Sir." The Captain went about his work, leaving the Commodore to think over his orders.

Slowly the Battle Group made its turn back toward Klatch, changing to a head that would take it to the Gonad Peninsula.
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Not too far away, in the Gonad region, at the City State of Gordan Bay, a New Shiron Dependency, the Defense Forces Command Center staff watched the passing carrier task force with interest. A high flying stealth drone the size and shape of a 5 meter diameter frisbee flew in a lazy race track pattern 30,000 meters above the Drakonian Imperial fleet.

"Anything unusual Lieutenant?" Admiral Vercingtorix asked.
"No Sir, although they are being rather cavalier about electronic emissions" the tall lanky young man replied.
"Might as well let them know we are watching. Send a squadron of SF9 fighters out to do a flyby, but be sure and order them to stay 100 kilometers out and have them fly a perimeter around them. Keep the speed down though, no more than mach 3. Be sure and feed the data to JDF command too. The way things are going with the Dyellians, we may have more unwanted guests soon. Oh yes, also have the destroyer Vixen shadow them while they are within 1000 kilometers of the coast. Just to remind them we are here."

ooc
New Shiron is a future tech nation, on the par (almost) with the Lords of War, and recently moved its population off planet. However, it retains its membership in the FKC, and a sizeable enclave on one of the large islands near the Gonad Pennesula.

Ardent class destroyers
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9072370&postcount=8

SF9 orbital fighters can be found here
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9039516&postcount=2

New Shiron information pertaining to the FKC and its presence can be found here
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10307785&postcount=32

"Perhaps I do take this as a serious matter, but not of the dark nature you implied. To many Himmler has been more of an enigma, than most. But the knowlege that he may return with a superweapon to destroy us all as you say...it is not a dark matter..."

The paused for a moment, then asked, "Does Admiral Collins know of this?"

Davies nodded slowly, not entirely trusting the Var, "Yes she does know. I had to tell her to even consider sailing into these waters. She was planning to make a break for Timaru, they'd give us shelter up there, the Cheka stayed loyal to the Revolution, well probably they stayed loyal to Felix. They tried to warn him what was going on, but Fradkov was screening all messages into Benjia House."

"Collins was supposed to be carrying the message to Timaru, they'll come under attack as well. The Moskauans... they may not have been involved in the war but they're still Dyellians, ethnically, and there's enough people from the South living up there these days." she was rambling, towards the end of the sentence she was sounding close to panic again.

When she finally managed to work out the courage to say what she had intended to, it came out in a rush, "Please don't hurt the crew. If you need revenge for violating your waters take it out on me."

The Dyellians may have been a race of the worst kinds of thieves and scoundrels, but they did tend to look after their own, whether they be friends, family or in this case ship mates.

(OOC: As there are so many sub threads going, I'm going to put your Nations name at the top of each sub section of this post in order to keep things as simple as possible.)

Scandavian States

"Do not drink? How civilised." Dzerzhinsky gave a wry smile, and poured himself a glass of the clear liquid, "Well Lady Sadira Saleh, welcome to my homeland."

He drained the Vodka in one gulp. Outside they had passed through a police road block, snow settling in a fine layer on the officer's caps. They were waved through onto a scarcely inhabited roadway that led into the city. It grew dark early on at this time of year and the snowfall wasn't helping. The street lamps seemed surrounded by small halos of light. The farmland around them was completely covered in white as were the trees. It was a beautiful scene, miles away from the boiling swamp that was Cyro.

As they closed in on town, small mustard coloured cottages began to appear out of the gloom, lights twinkling in their warm interiors, "Turn the heater up Grigor." Dzerzhinsky called to the driver, "Now, Lady Saleh, you wish to bargain, I'll tell you know I cannot officially endorse anything, but I do have Brezhnev's personal permission to be here. As they say, in politics friendship comes at a price. We need friendship if we are to survive, at what price does this come?"

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Drakonian Imperium

Message understood Guardian squadron. It was the Dyellian accented person again, Good luck getting back.

A few moment later the passengers did get their first sight of the Moskauans or Moskavites as some people called them. A pair of MiGs pulled up just behind and slightly below the passenger aircraft. On either side the planes were so close to one another that it looked as if their wing tips were touching. It was all for show, and a few moments later the outer aircraft peeled off and took up stations further out and slightly further up. The aircraft looked Dyellian, indeed the only marking that was different was where the Chi-Rho usually sat on Dyellian aircraft. These had been replaced by red stars.

It was still just under two hours before they began their descent into Moskau. It was close to 4 pm and already dark. Ground control seemed reluctant at first to allow the landing under the current weather conditions, but eventually went ahead and gave permission to land on Runway 1.

Once the jet was down the diplomatic team would be met by a limousine and two black 4x4s, pretty much the same as what the Scandavian States delegation got. Steps were brought up to the aircraft by a ground crew who looked more like polar explorers. Outside a dark haired diplomat was waiting, his long black coat buttoned right up to under his chin and his hands jammed firmly into the pockets. As the hours of darkness began the temperature was dropping steadily.

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Alcona and Hubris, Vrak

Klatch 201 caused confusion among the ground control staff and it took them a good twenty minutes to clear the plane for entry into Federation airspace. They did not outline the problem to the Alconians, but it was to do with the Vrakians.

Upon the arrival of the Vrakians it was assumed they would be representing Klath, but now it seemed they were only representing Vrak. This meant that their invitations to the Official Diplomatic reception that Brezhnev had planned would need to be completely redone. It also meant that the hotel would need to change the little flags they were going to put on the Vrakian table. It was all very vexing for a new country trying to make a good impression.

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The Charr, Glorious Humanity, Sniper Country, Macisikan

Official Memo from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Trade, Moskau

The Federation of Timaru and Moskau wishes to express it's gratitude to all those Nations not lacking the courage to recognise the independence of our fledgeling State. Once again we wish to extend an invitation to all diplomats and officials of the International press to register their attendance at a 'question' time with the Prime Minister of the Federation, in which all key issues regarding foreign policy will be answered.

Regards,
Michael Vhroznez, Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade

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There was obviously a dig at Macisikan veiled in there. In fact the declaration from Macisikan had annoyed the Moskauan Department of Foreign Affairs and Trade no end. To the Moskauan mind the comment equated to 'we will never acknowledge the Federation's independence' as it seemed to be incredibly unlikely that Klatch would acknowledge first, especially with Dyelli Beybi smarting over having just lost approximately half of their territory and nearly all of their arable land.

Klatch 201 circled in the air above the JDF greenwater taskforce that was sitting off the new nations coast. Finally, when the aircraft was told it could proceede, it turned towards Moskau.

Landing at the Mosku airport only a mere hour and a half later. The diplomatic party included not just the Foreign Minister of the Klatch, but also two aides. One of the aides had obviously found the ride uncomfortable, being an eight foot Var tended to make human sized aicraft small.

Davies nodded slowly, not entirely trusting the Var, "Yes she does know. I had to tell her to even consider sailing into these waters. She was planning to make a break for Timaru, they'd give us shelter up there, the Cheka stayed loyal to the Revolution, well probably they stayed loyal to Felix. They tried to warn him what was going on, but Fradkov was screening all messages into Benjia House."

"Collins was supposed to be carrying the message to Timaru, they'll come under attack as well. The Moskauans... they may not have been involved in the war but they're still Dyellians, ethnically, and there's enough people from the South living up there these days." she was rambling, towards the end of the sentence she was sounding close to panic again.

When she finally managed to work out the courage to say what she had intended to, it came out in a rush, "Please don't hurt the crew. If you need revenge for violating your waters take it out on me."

The Dyellians may have been a race of the worst kinds of thieves and scoundrels, but they did tend to look after their own, whether they be friends, family or in this case ship mates.

The Var listened without saying anything, then turned towards a wall. "My Leige, you have heard all, what say you?"

A screen appeared out of the darkness from the wall. It showed a picture of a human with brown hair, classicly handsome features, and unnaturally glowing blue eyes. If Davies knew anything about LOW (which seemed unlikely), that she was facing the Overlord himself.

"If this Checka agent willingly participates in a full, detailed debreifing I will grant her clemency for any trespass that she has ordered the crew of that monitor. Grant the same to Collins, although she might be useful to one of the Great Houses. Continue with the inspection of the monitor, we may have to hold it until ownership is decided in the Federal Courts. You'll likely have to send the crew to where they desire to call home. The officer that is in the pirate dress may need to be questioned in more detail also. I need to go see my wife. I shall leave the details to you, I expect you to keep the aides of House Crawford in the loop..."

The Var bowed his head and began to reply in low var, but stopped and resumed in english. "I shall do as you desire my Leige..."

The screen turned black again, and the Var returned to looking at Davies. "As you can hear. The Overlord considers this matter of importance Commisaar. If you help us to better grasp the threat by providing detailed information that you possess, No harm shall come to you for the trespass. Nor shall we punish the crew for the decisions you made."

He paused and sipped at his drink, "I shall say that your request to protect the crew from the reprocussions of your decisions. It is an honorable action, one seldom sees in many Terran cultures anymore."

*****
The sub-officer was at the helm of the monitor, but not paying any attention to the screens. She was actually watching a projection generated by the floating rod in mid-air. She guided the monitor around a reef, as the convoy turned to enter the LOW Lake Port. A pair of wide doors in the concrete walls lowered beneight the surface to reveal a long estuary filled with grav ships of varying sizes.

(Note: SS important detail for your sats...)

As the group pulled into the port, from above they vanished as though into a fog bank. Above the ports of the Var were large floating bags, these fuzzed and distorted orbital views of the ports and their contents. Since they were not radar transparent, not even false apperature radar could view what was inside those locations. (The Var had decided to tolerate the occasional Terran sat....but if they got too pokey, they would be blown appart by the Enclaves orbital defenses)

From at least two eastern ports in Vrak bordering the North Sea, roughly 24 submarines quietly slipped their moorings and slide under the cold waters. If one was quick enough and knew what they were looking for, they would see that at least four of the submarines were Typhoons, perhaps indicating that each one could deliver a full nuclear salvo on an unsuspecting or not so unsuspecting target.

In New Shiron, one of the fleets in the task force were given new orders. They were to look for the Drakonians and whomever else they may encounter in the seas stretching from Ilek-Vaad to the Gonad. As well, another one was heading towards the southern points off Jiggady, hoping to intercept the Scandavians. A third fleet, but this time submarines began to cruise up towards the northern coast of the Klatch veering in the general direction of the fledgling nation.

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In the capital of Timaru and Moskau, the Vrakians patiently waited for the conference to begin.

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The information received by the Scandavians were instantly passed up to the VIS. Analysts poured over the new information and the Vrak Military High Command began to draw up contingency plans. For now, legally, they could not exactly interfere in another state’s affairs. However, a brief note was sent back via the Bok’s Fury.

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Encryption - LOW; Universal protocols; route: Captain Bratass - Galicia; route:...complete
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Captain Bratass. Is it worth the lives of your men to interfere in this internal matter? We doubt that your force is only here to look for pirates. Given your past history, you will forgive us if we don't trust your intentions.

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A communique with typical slipshod encoding
To: Scandavian States Ministry of Defence
From: Navy HQ, Empire of Greater Dyelli Beybi
CC: Vrakian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Alcona and Hubris Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Subject: A request for military aid
In the interests of eliminating a mutual threat, the Navy of Greater Dyelli Beybi wishes to humbly request the movement of an Imperial Fleet into the Sea near to the Jiggadian Islands pending possible hostile action against Dyellian forces by Ilek Vaad.

Yours with the greatest respect,
Admiral of the Fleet,
R. von Scheer


To: Admiral of the Fleet, R. von Scheer
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Re: A request for military aid

Tell the Scandavians to leave and we shall consider your request.

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]

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To: Adan Ring
Supreme Republican Commander of the Retaliatory Guard
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Friendship

We understand your position. Now, let us make ours as clear. You have tested our friendship with your unilateral attack upon Karmanyaka. We cannot trust you as we once did. We would like to rectify this, but your stance at this moment is creating difficulties.

The fleet stays.

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]

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More rail traffic disgorging more troops in the corridor could be discerned, although measures were undertaken to hide the exact deployment. Targets inside Dyelli Beybi were now being bought up via satellite and transmitted to ground command posts. Three UAVs from the Vrakian side were launched into Dyelli Beybi, probing for weak points.

It was considered that this brash act could precipitate a skirmish, but the Vrakians were calculating that Soult wouldn’t start anything. Yet.


OOC: Hope I got everyone.

[Vrak, what post was that message to the JSC quote from? I couldn't find it. Btw, we need to solve a continuity problem. I noticed you mentioned my recent anti-slavery action against Antanjyl, however this thread started a whole two RL months before I ever started the blockade against Antanyjl & Co.]


Flag Captain Brataas was starting to become rather irritated with the Vrakian Admiral, but she reminded herself to stay calm. After all, she was outnumbered and however powerful her cruisers they couldn't defeat an entire fleet of relatively modern ships. It was because of that that she wasn't going to allow her ships to be intercepted, "Comms! Squadron orders; flank speed, alter heading zero-zero-five degrees relative."

The cruisers went from the relatively sedate 25 knot cruising speed to their top speed of forty knots in under sixty seconds, coupled with the slight course alteration it would hopefully prevent the Vrakians from physically intercepting the cruisers. If successful, it would probably leave them with only two options: shoot to kill or let the cruisers go, neither of which would likely be very palatable to the walrus-lovers.

Taking a deep breath, the Flag Captain cleared her head, "Comms, another connection to the good Admiral. Admiral, I have my orders, lawful orders, to support a potential ally by carrying out a mission that they are presently unable to do; whether that is worth the life of me or my people is the decision of those who are my civilian and military superiors. I will carry those orders out to the best of my ability, Admiral, no matter how much it irritates your superiors. If you don't believe me, consider this, when has the Imperium ever not done what it has promised when it deals with the Klatch? That isn't about to change now."

There was a small alconian taskforce in the Jiggdian islands. Just a escort carrier, a battlecruiser, and a few missle destroyers acting as pickets. The senior captain was the acting Commadore of the Delphi was monitoring events when he was handed a rather intresting security note from the Enclave of the Lords of War.

"Is this true?"

"Hot off the presses sir, as of now Collins and that monitor are long term guests of the Overlord of the Var himself."

"Hmm, well time to take a piss on the Imperials fire then..."

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Encryption---None----JDF Registry Z100
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CruRon 1, this is the Alconian Royal Navy Battlecruiser Delphi, we happen to be in port north of your postion. We should inform you that Lords of War Terra Navy has just informed us that Admiral Collins is in custody. As is the Dyellian Monitor The Perfect. On behalf of the Federation we thank you, but your assistance in the matter is no longer needed.

With Respect,
Commadore Nassar
*****

To: Adan Ring
Supreme Republican Commander of the Retaliatory Guard
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Friendship

We understand your position. Now, let us make ours as clear. You have tested our friendship with your unilateral attack upon Karmanyaka. We cannot trust you as we once did. We would like to rectify this, but your stance at this moment is creating difficulties.

The fleet stays.

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]



Commander Ring received the message and replied Quickly.

To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps.
From: Adan Ring, Supreme Republican Commander

RE: Friendship

Perhaps you misunderstood my communication. I do not object to your fleets presence, I welcome it and I was hoping that your fleet and your government would take the lead in resolving the current set of issues confronting the Klatch. My forces would have no need to intervene if the situation were resolved without Generole Soult's forces being allowed to attack my forces.

The inaction of the Federation, and it's non-reaction to Klatchain crisis are the only causes of the current climate in the Klatch. Strong action and leadership can quickly resolve any crisis, when used judicially, as was the case in Karmanyaka.

Supreme Republican Commander, Adan Ring

[Keep in mind that what I'm about to post isn't a snipe of any kind and I realize your militaries do what they do for a reason. When I was in there were a couple things, including a run-in with a USMC Colonel during a company lockdown while I was on security detail, that make me portray the Imperial Navy and its sister branches the way I do.]


The message from the Alconan Commodore managed to do what the Vrakian Admiral could not, make Flag Captain Brataas' temper reach a boiling point. The Imperial Navy urged a cordial relationship between officers and enlisted personel of all ranks, but only within the limits of military courtesy; so far the Klatchian naval personel that had contacted the squadron had all seemed to follow a military courtesy and concept for the chain of command that more resembled a civilian organization than anything the Imperial Armed Forces would recognize as military. Each and every communication from the Klatchians, primarily the informal and blase way in which they addressed her, was vaguely insulting.

It was for that reason that her reply was slow and measured with a touch of forced sweetness that would fool no senior officer with any kind of social skills, "Comms, please set up a reply to the Alconans. Commodore, thank you for that information, it has been most helpful and I will be sure to pass it along. However, sir, three points. One, you aren't in my chain of command, much less the same service or even the same armed forces, so you have no right to even suggest that I do anything. Two, where my services are needed is for my fleet commander or the Sea Lords to decide. Three, my squadron was asked for by the nation of Dyelli Beybi to deal with a matter internal to Dyelli Beybi, a matter in which the FKC has no jurisdiction; so even if you are speaking on behalf of the Federation, which I think is about as likely as me speaking on behalf of Her Imperial Highness, I would not accept any declaration on behalf of the Federation for a solely Dyellian matter. Brataas out."

The Sealord

The Osprey flew full out at a much faster topspeed than the diplomatic jet, and thus reached its destination a good half hour before Millhouse's delegation passed overhead. The VTOL craft maneuvered over the supercarrier and landed forward of the superstructure, where Admiral Manchester was waiting with his XO, Captain Kevel Divver.

As soon as the six passengers were on the deck Manchester and Divver took them below decks. The Osprey was refueled and lifted off to go home. Manchester didn't have any use for the plane, and he didn't want it taking up deck space. He'd just received another telepathic update, and he had a feeling he was going to need every inch of flight deck very soon.

All six passengers, four men and two women, were ushered into Manchester's office. It was a simple affair, probably because Manchester had realized early on that there was little point in making a room look kingly when the ceiling was a takeoff deck and planes rattled it continuously during an operation. That had been a poor decision on the part of the designers, Sealord and her sister carrier, the Humanity, were one-of-a-kind ships, no others like them had been made. Manchester knew that this was because despite their obscene amount of aircraft space - they could hold two hundred planes as well as enough fuel for nearly a week's worth of standard patrols - the ships were not really all that good for the more versatile roles demanded of carriers today. Frightfully expensive to build, and even more expensive to maintain considering their singleminded role, they just hadn't been worth mass-producing. Now age was a factor too. Sealord was twenty years old and showing it, built for another time, another world. She had just undergone refits to give her better armor, a new reactor, and the new SAH-100 sensor package, but these had only extended her use for another five years at most. She was not built to fight in the age of space fleets. The Lost Vegas carriers accompanying her were much better suited for today's world. Faster, more maneuverable, with much better defenses and the potential of carrying much more sophisticated equipment than Sealord could ever mount, all these things more than compensating for their much smaller aircraft complement (less than half of what the supercarrier could carry). They were the future of the navy. Sealord was a relic of the past.

However, she could still do what she was built to do, and that was fuel and launch planes. Lots of planes. She could launch anything that could take off from a carrier, and she carried enough aviation fuel that even the most gas-guzzling craft could be kept going for a long time. Another recent refit had even given her the equipment to recharge the startup batteries used on GH's orbital planes to start their small-scale nuclear reactors, so she could launch X-20s and other orbital craft. That was what Manchester was thinking about right now.

The naval and intelligence people took the available chairs, the psychics were allowed to leave and confer with their fellows from the ship's detachment. As soon as the psychics were gone one of the intelligence men reached into the briefcase he'd brought with him and passed out folders. In the folders were satelliete images, the same ones Fox had shown to his colleagues earlier. Manchester and Divver studied these. Manchester whistled softly.

"Well, suddenly I feel awfully open out here," he commented. "I've got a patrol, versus some huge fleets."

"You're not versus anything," one of the intel men told him. "Glorious Humanity is maintaining diplomatic contacts with all involved parties, and we have no intention of shooting at anyone."

"What if they have intention of shooting at us?" Divver asked.

"Unlikely," was the answer. "Our war with the FKC is over, remember? We're at peace and engaging in trade. No problems."

"Drakonia still has problems with them."

"Drakonia does not dictate our policy or the FKC's. We're quite independant of the Emirates, Gholgoth, Tareldanore, and any other group the Drakonians serve." the other intel man answered.

"I know that," Manchester growled. "Well, this conversation isn't really for you anyway. I'll need to take this up with my superiors." He flipped to a stack of papers at the back of my folder. "And these are my orders?"

"Correct. The situation has changed, you are going to stay on station. In an hour or so you will get orders rescinding your 'deployment' to Fyrehart and ordering you to stay here. With so much activity going on up here, there's no reason to hide and make excuses, and since the purpose of these patrols is to monitor FKC activity, it makes perfect sense to stay and monitor. I suppose you'll have to report that your break is fixed too."

"Actually, that's going to be another day or so," Manchester replied. "The Drakonians are sending help, so that speeds it up."

"There's no further need to maintain the fiction-" one of the intel men began, then suddenly they both got it. "Wait, you actually broke something?"

"My reactor failed." Manchester grinned. "I'm not a nuclear engineer, I don't know how my chief engineer did it. I ordered him to break something, something that would force a stop without being too dangerous. I think he did something to the coolant pipes. Anyway, we got a trace radiation leak, and of course we automatically stopped, as per procedure, and red-flagged the reactor. My people are hunting through the piping with Geiger counters to find the leak and fix it. There's a lot of piping down there, friend, it'll take awhile. The Drakonians arriving will help speed it up."

"You radiated your crew?" another intel man demanded. His eyes were looking a little wild.

"A twenty-rad dose to the engineers closest to the leak," Manchester told them, amused at their reaction. Intelligence people liked to play like they knew everything, nice to take them down a few pegs. "You'll get more radiation standing on the beach at Culwin on a sunny day. My copy of the radiation book's right there, if you want to check it." He pointed at a bookshelf on the wall to the right of the desk they were all sitting around. "Trust me, nobody's gonna sprout a third eye, and their kids will not be green."

"I guess we'll take your word for it," one of the intel men answered.

"Good. Now, these orders say you're going to be here for a while, so I'll arrange you some quarters, and I need to talk to my superiors." He started to stand, but the intercom on his desk buzzed. He sat back down to answer it.

"Admiral, the delegation's plane just passed us. They're requesting escort birds," the duty officer on the bridge reported.

"Good," Manchester answered. "Give 'em three Razors."

"Aye aye," the officered answered.

"Well, things are moving right along, so I better go talk to my people. You can talk to yours too if you want." Manchester stood again, and the meeting broke up.

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The skies

When the diplomatic jet was fifty miles past the fleet, she was joined by three SF Razor-class planes from the Sealord's air wing. The Razors, small, maneuverable interceptor fighters, took up stations around the plane, and the whole group made a wide east turn to swing around FKC airspace. About an hour later they turned back towards the land, approaching from the direction of the unclaimed land. A radio message was sent to Moskau informing them that the GH delegation was inbound.

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Message to the Drakonian Fleet from GHS Sealord:

Your help is much appreciated. Our reactor's brand new, guess the shakedown crews didn't get everything. Attached to this message are the details of our problem. We're also launching some fighters to give you a little extra air cover.

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Sure enough, as the Drakonians approached, they were met by a wing of Razors, about fifty planes, who spread out and began slow patrols around the Drakonian fleet, as well as monitoring the rapidly shrinking distance between them and the GH fleet.

"Well there quite unhappy...truthfully I think they mistook my informing them of Collins capture for an order..."

"So sir?"

"Its quite simple actually, the ARN tends to give feild commanders more discression in matters obviously. And we tend to be a bit less 'formal' about things. That and I'm personally too used to having to be the Klatchian Diplomat on the spot at the same time. To many years without a proper Foreign Office"

"Yes sir..."

"Anyway I think we're getting a 'tell my bosses not me reply. And also a keep out of our f*** buisness."

"Ah, but sir isn't it our buisness?"

"Technically no, we're not operating under JDF orders at the moment. So we will bounce it over to the boys and girls at the Klatchian Foreign Ministry."

Two hours later

Dimplomatic Telegram
To: The Imperium of Scandavian States
From: The Federal Government of the Federated Klatchian Coast
CC: The Federal States of United Duchies, Vrak, L.O.W. The Disputed Government of Greater Dyelli Beybi

Subject: Apprehenshion of Dyellian 'pirates'

First, This letter is to inform you that Admiral Collins, formally of the Socialist Republic of Dyelli Beybi, is presently in custody of the Enclave of the Lords of War. Futhermore, the vessel, The Perfect has been detained by said same state.

Second, We have been informed by klatchian vessels operating under their respective state flags, that your Navy is operating a taskforce near our waters under provisions of an agreement with the Greater Dyellian Empire.

As such we wish to inform you that such an agreement is technically invalid since neither represenatives of the Imperium, nor represenatives of the Greater Dyellian Empire have presented such agrangements for review by the Federal Parliament as required under our Consititution. And the respective State Navies shall be operating under this assumption as long as the agreement is not presented.

Obviously, we can understand the Imperium's desire to remove a pirate from the world's waterways. However, considering that Collins is no longer at large, we feel that you can now turn your attention to meeting the legal requirements of the Federal Government of the Klatch.

In ending, the matter of Collins and The Perfect is now a matter between the Klatchian States of Dyelli Beybi and The Enclave. Any disagreements between them are matters for the Klatchian Federal Courts to decide. Any futher interference in the matter will be looked upon as agressive by the Lords of War, and the Federation.

James Hoffa
Assistant Foreign Minister
<Seal of the Federation>

Ozymandias J. Llewellyn
President of the Federated Klatchian Coast

<Seal of the Klatchian Presidency>

<Seal of House Llewellyn of Neubayern>

in Gordan Bay, upon reviewing his information copy forwarded by the staff at the JDF, issued his own orders.

"Send up some more drones, and have the 11th Atmosphere Tactical squadron make a flyby with their F22Ds. Not too close mind you, have them keep a 100 kilometer distance. Make sure they are armed only with air to air weapons."

A few minutes later, 16 F22Ds were taking off from Gordan Bay, in the Jiggidy islands, and heading toward the Scandic Fleet at Mach 2 and at 15,000 meters altitude.

Intelligence specialists waited impatiently. Hopefully the Scandics would light up their systems, and they would glean useful information via the collection of drones probing the area.

[New Shiron, the proper adjective is Scandavian.]


A communique with typical slipshod encoding
To: Scandavian States Ministry of Defence
From: Navy HQ, Empire of Greater Dyelli Beybi
CC: Vrakian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Alcona and Hubris Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Subject: A request for military aid
In the interests of eliminating a mutual threat, the Navy of Greater Dyelli Beybi wishes to humbly request the movement of an Imperial Fleet into the Sea near to the Jiggadian Islands pending possible hostile action against Dyellian forces by Ilek Vaad.

Yours with the greatest respect,
Admiral of the Fleet,
R. von Scheer


..::Class 1 Military Message, 2048Kqb Encryption::..
TO: Admiral of the Fleet R. von Scheer
FR: Admiral Sven Jorgenssen, First Sea Lord
SUB: RE: A request for military aid

While the Imperium is more than ready to keep our end of the bargain, the FKC Foreign Ministry has informed Duchess Saleh that any diplomatic deals between the Imperium and your government must be presented to the Federation Parliment for review, this includes our deal concerning that Black Beard wannabe Collins as well as the defense clause.

However, in anticipation of the deal being okayed, I have cut orders to all sixteen expeditionary fleets to form under Dyelli Defense Task Force 1. They will get underway once Duchess Saleh has confirmation from your government that the deal has been presented before the Federation Parliment.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..


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As they closed in on town, small mustard coloured cottages began to appear out of the gloom, lights twinkling in their warm interiors, "Turn the heater up Grigor." Dzerzhinsky called to the driver, "Now, Lady Saleh, you wish to bargain, I'll tell you know I cannot officially endorse anything, but I do have Brezhnev's personal permission to be here. As they say, in politics friendship comes at a price. We need friendship if we are to survive, at what price does this come?"

Sadira smiles slightly, "Mr. Dzerzhinsky, please allow me to be frank. Your nation is a thorn in the side of the Federation and at the same time our widest access point into the same. That alone is payment enough for our help, the Imperium's friendship is a free bonus. However, I believe this to be more of a question of what the Imperium can do to help you survive. The Imperium's two closest allies, the Commonwealth of the Freethinkers and the Democratic People's Republic of Omz, have within their borders two of the world's finest defense corporations. Both sell top of the line equipment to nations with the right credentials, and the Imperium can use its considerable influence to get those credentials.

"For example, right now you have several ships setting up a blockade in all but name on your lake shore. I happen to know that Freethinkers Defense is working on a design for a monitor that would prove a consider deterrent to any such funny business in the future. It has also been mentioned that your nation is in need of interceptors, for the time being the Imperial Aerospace Force can station several squadrons, but how about a couple hundred F-125G or F-125H interceptors of your own with the top-of-the-line missiles to go with it? And all it would take is for your nation is to be the voice for positive relations with the Imperium and to on occasion pain in the ass."


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Dimplomatic Telegram
To: The Imperium of Scandavian States
From: The Federal Government of the Federated Klatchian Coast
CC: The Federal States of United Duchies, Vrak, L.O.W. The Disputed Government of Greater Dyelli Beybi

Subject: Apprehenshion of Dyellian 'pirates'

First, This letter is to inform you that Admiral Collins, formally of the Socialist Republic of Dyelli Beybi, is presently in custody of the Enclave of the Lords of War. Futhermore, the vessel, The Perfect has been detained by said same state.

Second, We have been informed by klatchian vessels operating under their respective state flags, that your Navy is operating a taskforce near our waters under provisions of an agreement with the Greater Dyellian Empire.

As such we wish to inform you that such an agreement is technically invalid since neither represenatives of the Imperium, nor represenatives of the Greater Dyellian Empire have presented such agrangements for review by the Federal Parliament as required under our Consititution. And the respective State Navies shall be operating under this assumption as long as the agreement is not presented.

Obviously, we can understand the Imperium's desire to remove a pirate from the world's waterways. However, considering that Collins is no longer at large, we feel that you can now turn your attention to meeting the legal requirements of the Federal Government of the Klatch.

In ending, the matter of Collins and The Perfect is now a matter between the Klatchian States of Dyelli Beybi and The Enclave. Any disagreements between them are matters for the Klatchian Federal Courts to decide. Any futher interference in the matter will be looked upon as agressive by the Lords of War, and the Federation.

..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048Kb Encryption::..
TO: The Federal Government of the Federated Klatchian Coast
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: RE: Apprehension of Dyelli pirates

First, thank you for confirming what Flag Captain Brataas has informed us of. It's nice to know that some nations in the Klatch are willing to deal with pirates like Collins. I sincerely hope you treasure the Varians.

Second, yes, the Imperial Navy is currently operating a cruiser squadron in the region, as you have surmised for the purposes to apprehending Collins and returning the monitor Prefect to Dyelli survice.

Third, while the Imperium's interpretation of Article I, Section 10 of your constitution is different from your own, the Imperium also sees advantages in doing things your way. The Commodore in charge of the squadron will be ordered away from your regional waters until a decision is made.

Fourth, the Imperium notes with some concern that the nation of Ilek-Vaad in currently blockading a nation the Imperium considers a friend, the Empire of Greater Dyelli Beybi. I can't help but wonder what your administration plans to do about one FKC nation committing an act of war against another FKC nation.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..


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"Send up some more drones, and have the 11th Atmosphere Tactical squadron make a flyby with their F22Ds. Not too close mind you, have them keep a 100 kilometer distance. Make sure they are armed only with air to air weapons."

A few minutes later, 16 F22Ds were taking off from Gordan Bay, in the Jiggidy islands, and heading toward the Scandic Fleet at Mach 2 and at 15,000 meters altitude.

Intelligence specialists waited impatiently. Hopefully the Scandics would light up their systems, and they would glean useful information via the collection of drones probing the area.


"Ma'am, multiple contacts on passive! Classify Group Alfa as drones of some kind. Classify Group Beta as some kind of stealthy aircraft, probably fighters from signature and speed," report the Flag Tactical Officer

Brataas acknowledge the report with a nod, "Thank you, Commander. Ignore Group Beta for now and light up Group Alpha with LIDAR, let's see how they respond. Are we moving on a heading that will take us away from the Klatch?"

The FTO responded, "Yes, ma'am. At cruising speed, as ordered."

"Good, order the CGNs to keep an eye on Group Alpha. If they change course towards the squadron, light them up with radar and warn them three times; if they don't clear out, engage," was the Flag Captain's orders concerning the newest group of Klatchian military hardware to make itself a nuisance.

The Var listened without saying anything, then turned towards a wall. "My Leige, you have heard all, what say you?"

A screen appeared out of the darkness from the wall. It showed a picture of a human with brown hair, classicly handsome features, and unnaturally glowing blue eyes. If Davies knew anything about LOW (which seemed unlikely), that she was facing the Overlord himself.

"If this Checka agent willingly participates in a full, detailed debreifing I will grant her clemency for any trespass that she has ordered the crew of that monitor. Grant the same to Collins, although she might be useful to one of the Great Houses. Continue with the inspection of the monitor, we may have to hold it until ownership is decided in the Federal Courts. You'll likely have to send the crew to where they desire to call home. The officer that is in the pirate dress may need to be questioned in more detail also. I need to go see my wife. I shall leave the details to you, I expect you to keep the aides of House Crawford in the loop..."

The Var bowed his head and began to reply in low var, but stopped and resumed in english. "I shall do as you desire my Leige..."

The screen turned black again, and the Var returned to looking at Davies. "As you can hear. The Overlord considers this matter of importance Commisaar. If you help us to better grasp the threat by providing detailed information that you possess, No harm shall come to you for the trespass. Nor shall we punish the crew for the decisions you made."

He paused and sipped at his drink, "I shall say that your request to protect the crew from the reprocussions of your decisions. It is an honorable action, one seldom sees in many Terran cultures anymore."



Davies looked stunned for a moment (at seeing the Overlord), then, as the Commadore's words sank in, blushed furiously, staring into her tea, "It's only the right thing to do." she muttered, "I got them into this situation, it is my duty to do whatever is in my power to get them out."

She paused, recovering. When she looked up again there was barely a trace of red in her cheeks, "I'll cooperate fully with you, you have my word."

"He looked human." she suddenly blurted out, paused again, then smiled wryly, "Then again, so do I."

----------

Meanwhile in Cyro, von Scheer was still trying to get his plan into action, but news from Parliament was all negative.

"What the hell do the Var think they're doing?" he stormed at an aide, who really had no response, "What are they doing? Do they have some kind of agreement with the Vaadians do you think?"

"It could explain things Sir." the aide ventured.

"Explain things, by God! We don't need explanations, we need solutions, and the only solution we have on hand is the possibility of involving a foreign Fleet..." he paused in his rage. The one eyed Admiral of the Fleet may have seemed to be carrying on without much purpose, but underneath he was considering his options, "We need to get some communications out..."

***

To: Vrakian Diplomatic Corp
From: Admiral of the Fleet, R. von Scheer
Subject: Scandavian Fleet

As you will notice, the Scandavian Fleet has pulled out pending permission being granted to us by the Government of the Federation. Once again we wish to reitterate our requests for military aid in the indicated area.

R. von Scheer

***

To: Admiral Sven Jorgenssen, First Sea Lord
From: Admiral of the Fleet, R. von Scheer
Subject: Klatchian Parliament

We are being stonewalled by Var representatives in Parliament. We strongly suspect that war will break out before we are able to convince Parliament to either ratify the treaty or to supply any form of aid to the Government of Greater Dyelli Beybi. There are suspicions of Vaadian bribery of officials in port Olympus.

In the event of war breaking out before Parliament ratifies the treaty, we humbly request to know where Scandavian States will stand?

Yours with the Greatest respect,
R. von Scheer
Admiral of the Fleet

Dzerzhinsky raised an eyebrow as he poured himself another Vodka, "I've been too long in Cyro." he grunted, "I'm getting soft, feeling the cold too much."

"This all sounds good and I think I can say that Brezhnev will agree heartily. We're a pain in Klatch's behind simply by existing." they were entering the city now. The streets were wide, well lit and frequently cobbled. They passed a truck to their right, (here they drove on the left side of the road), a pair of workmen were busily laying salt on the road.

The buildings were larger in the town. They began to pass churches with onion domes topping them. Even some of the houses had them. The streets were more or less deserted, although a few police officers still wandered around. Most had scarves wrapped firmly around their necks and lower face, "Now I understand you have been looking for Adelle Collins."

Dzerzhinsky didn't mention where he had the information from, but it seemed likely there were KGB opperating within the Cheka, "She isn't here." he said bluntly, "But if she does turn up, which seems likely, I'm hoping you'll lay off her. She hasn't committed an act of piracy, aside from stealing some fuel off a Vrakian merchant to get into the Lakes since the big blow out, you know the one where you had your falling out with Eamon's Government."

He was on first name terms with the former High Chancellor... "Anyway, to be totally frank, we need good Naval Officers and Adelle Collins is good, whatever else she might be... and she's taken a very nice boat off Soult that Brezhnev and I want."

"In the grand scheme of things she's small fry." Dzerzhinsky concluded, raising his glass in salute, "Besides, this is no nice country run by her husband. This is a Moskavite regime... if she f*cks up, I'll slit her throat... cheers."

He drained the glass in one gulp again.

----------

The conference wasn't going to start until everyone was there, so the Vrakians were going to have to wait a little longer. However the hotel they stayed at had a good bar with incredibly cheap (and high quality) alcohol, in particular vodka, for sale. It was frequented by a few Moskavite politicians and diplomats who sat about in grim circles getting trolleyed...

The JDF were recieved with little ceremony at the airport. It was far too cold for ceremony. They were ushered to the same hotel as the Vrakians and told simply to wait until everyone had arrived, then a conference would be held in which all their questions would be answered. One of the more helpful employees of the hotel suggested in a Dyellian accent, that they might like to visit the bar...

..::Begin Class 1 Military Message, 2048Kqb Encryption::..
TO: Admiral of the Fleet, R. von Scheer
FR: Fleet Admiral Sven Jorgenssen, First Sea Lord
SUB: RE: Klatchian Parliament

Really? Would have thought that odd, considering that the Vaadians have rejected the Klatchian government. At any rate, knowing this, rest assured that the DDTF will sail in the event of war. In fact, I'll be cutting orders to preposition the task force so that they have a head start should war break out.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..


The First Sea Lord did exactly as he promised and as quickly as possible all sixteen of the Imperial Navy's Expeditionary Fleets began a migration south; over two thousand ships in total. In point of fact, speed was the most important issue, but however much the IN would like to have done without them in this case, the Gehenna class SDs were simply too powerful to be left behind. The planned route would take the entirety of the NavExCom fairly close to the Klatchian territory in Haven, although not close enough to cause issue over territorial integrity, to make a point. The Imperium wasn't about to sit idly by while its ally was destroyed because of corruption and subterfuge.

[S.S. They are the Var, both singular and plural]


..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048Kb Encryption::..
TO: The Federal Government of the Federated Klatchian Coast
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: RE: Apprehension of Dyelli pirates

First, thank you for confirming what Flag Captain Brataas has informed us of. It's nice to know that some nations in the Klatch are willing to deal with pirates like Collins. I sincerely hope you treasure the Varians.

Second, yes, the Imperial Navy is currently operating a cruiser squadron in the region, as you have surmised for the purposes to apprehending Collins and returning the monitor Prefect to Dyelli survice.

Third, while the Imperium's interpretation of Article I, Section 10 of your constitution is different from your own, the Imperium also sees advantages in doing things your way. The Commodore in charge of the squadron will be ordered away from your regional waters until a decision is made.

Fourth, the Imperium notes with some concern that the nation of Ilek-Vaad in currently blockading a nation the Imperium considers a friend, the Empire of Greater Dyelli Beybi. I can't help but wonder what your administration plans to do about one FKC nation committing an act of war against another FKC nation.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..



To: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
From: : The Federal Government of the Federated Klatchian Coast

First, the former government of Dyelli Beybi and the Vaadians have a recognized treaty between themselves establishing the Klatchian Guard.

Unfortunatly, the treaty, and the status of the Klatchian Guard, is somewhat a sore point between Vaadia and the yet unrecoginized government of Greater Dyelli Beybi.

Specifically the Vaadian government does not recoginize the Government of Greater Dyelli Beybi.

Second, I should inform you that the standing Keys of the Greater Dyelli Beybi have as of yet not placed forward any agreement between yourselves and themselves. You may have present the agreement yourselves.

The Klatchian Foreign Minister stood at the reception desk and replied, "I would like to phone Felix Dzerzhinsky, and inform him that we need to have a serious discussion in private."

The Minister and his aides turned to enter the bar. An attempt to have a confrence seemed rather quaint. The minister would be giving the locals two options, either they take one or the other. Any other choice would lead to a rather nasty fight.

Davies looked stunned for a moment (at seeing the Overlord), then, as the Commadore's words sank in, blushed furiously, staring into her tea, "It's only the right thing to do." she muttered, "I got them into this situation, it is my duty to do whatever is in my power to get them out."

She paused, recovering. When she looked up again there was barely a trace of red in her cheeks, "I'll cooperate fully with you, you have my word."

"He looked human." she suddenly blurted out, paused again, then smiled wryly, "Then again, so do I."



The Var said nothing on the matter of Honor. Somehow her attempt to deflect praise really seemed too odd to deal with. "It is good that you will cooperate, I would hate to send an honorable Terran to work the mines of Zaab."

The Var paused for a second, "You did not know that the Overlord was a decendent of the House of Crawford, Royal House of the United Duchies? True he is of mixed blood terran. But his ancestors are far more disparate in their origins then yours."

"I shall now place you into the care of my aide who shall take you to where you will stay as you are debreifed. If the Admiral decides to be as forthcomming we shall also have her stay with you."

******
The sub-officer turned and ordered, "All engines stop..." She allowed the boat to continue to move and slow down as it plowed through the water. As it did so it passed between four sets of tall pillars.

"Sound a warning, brace for sudden stop..." the sub-officer called out. Suddenly there was a screatching sound, as though the vessel's hull was rubbing against rubber. Then the whole vessel came to a stop in the middle of the group of pillars.

The pillars began to rotate around the center of The Perfect, rotating the monitor as they did so. After a turn of ninty degrees, the vessel and the pillars moved into a large lock set into the side of the long narrow estuary.

It was far larger than the monitor needed, but as it was pulled in, the sub-officer explained.

"The inspection will need to be done in dry dock as you terrans refer to it. I strongly suggest that all personel and living creatures leave the ship, unless they desire leathal doeses of radiation."

She gave her odd form of salute to the Admiral and then began to return to the deck of the vessel.

Outside the water level was dropping quickly, revealing that the Perfect was now suspended by several lines of rubber blocks extending from one set of pillars to the other.

From a building next to dry dock a gangway was extended to the deck of the Perfect, for the crew to disembark their ship.

[New Shiron, the proper adjective is Scandavian.]

"Ma'am, multiple contacts on passive! Classify Group Alfa as drones of some kind. Classify Group Beta as some kind of stealthy aircraft, probably fighters from signature and speed," report the Flag Tactical Officer

Brataas acknowledge the report with a nod, "Thank you, Commander. Ignore Group Beta for now and light up Group Alpha with LIDAR, let's see how they respond. Are we moving on a heading that will take us away from the Klatch?"

The FTO responded, "Yes, ma'am. At cruising speed, as ordered."

"Good, order the CGNs to keep an eye on Group Alpha. If they change course towards the squadron, light them up with radar and warn them three times; if they don't clear out, engage," was the Flag Captain's orders concerning the newest group of Klatchian military hardware to make itself a nuisance.

Commander "Wild Bill" O'Donovan was in the lead F22 as it flew high above the Earth at Mach II. "We are approaching the outer envelope, flight, prepare to begin turn."

The F22s began a long circle that would take them all the way around the Scandavian fleet while maintaining the 100 kilometer distance from the center of the task force.

Wild Bill watched on his heads up display as information from the drones and satellites high above, as well the space corvette PSC 122 was relayed to him. The Scandavians were busy, and intelligence back in Gordan Bay was no doubt going to be pleased. Sensors in the drones were monitoring all communications, including the frequencies the target fleet was using to communicate from computer to computer.

The entire circle would take only a few minutes, then the New Shiron fighter squadron would be on its way home.

[I have purely OOC postage, but to point out a couple things.

1) Every bit of electronics, from the computers to the speaker system, is fiberoptic. That doesn't leak anything to monitor.

2) Ship-to-ship comms is done with tight-beam lasers. If you have something in the path of the beam, it's theoretically possible to monitor, but it'd be very noticeable if somebody actually tried that.]

[I have purely OOC postage, but to point out a couple things.

1) Every bit of electronics, from the computers to the speaker system, is fiberoptic. That doesn't leak anything to monitor.

2) Ship-to-ship comms is done with tight-beam lasers. If you have something in the path of the beam, it's theoretically possible to monitor, but it'd be very noticeable if somebody actually tried that.]

ooc
Without observation, New Shiron wouldn't know that. Also, laser is difficult for long range communications in atmospheric conditions, I would suggest directed MASER. Naturally, the fighter pilot wouldn't have any idea about your systems, he just has his mission to fly. Your LIDAR, if pointed at a New Shiron targets would have have measurable emissions, and could be analyzed for frequencies, power etc. Excuse the terseness of the reply, my kids are pestering me.

[True, true. As for laser communications, well, if you look at a USN carrier battle group the average seperation between ships is no more than 500m, so there's nothing really long-range about it. And yes, I know you could measure the LADAR, but I was more concerned about the measurability of the communications.]

OOC: SS, ah okay. If that’s how you fit this in with your timeline, that’s fine with me. I thought this was going on at the same time. And the last transmission should have been from the Admiral. That the “worth your lives” one. As well, how many ships are in your cruiser squadron? Can we safely assume that the UAVs would at least be able to pick that out since I haven’t seen any hard numbers. As well, err…60 knots?

IC:

-So. Collins is in company of the Var. How lucky.

A chuckle all around. For some dubious reason, the walruses had a psychological fear of the Var but in public always put on a brave face. Other more level-headed but more junior officials wanted to work more closely with that mysterious nation to the east. After all, didn’t the Var fight Dozle? Didn’t Vrak send reconstruction aid to the Lords of War? But until all those old geezers died off, they had to follow along. Perhaps the death of the King would shake things in the VIS, the High Command, and the industrial-military complex that dominated the Vrakian economy. At least there might be a redistribution of power.

-And of Scandavian State fleet movements?
-They seem to be withdrawing.
-Monitor them. I doubt that they will go away. Tell our posts in the FKC colonies in Haven to keep an open eye. That won’t guarantee much though. Direct some flybys over SS itself. Perhaps they are gathering fleets? If they only withdraw and wait then it means they are waiting for reinforcements. Which means they want to establish a garrison in Dyelli Beybi. Which we will not allow.
-And what of Scheer’s request?
-Our help is contingent upon what allies they call upon. Of course in Parliament we won’t stand if their way if they want to activate other alliances. But, we made it clear that the types of allies they call does matter.
-And if they don’t understand?
-Well, I think the Dyellians are smart enough to read between the lines on that, don’t you think?
-What of Ilek-Vaad?
-Well, we cannot deal too much if they refuse to recognize the FKC government. They are shooting themselves in the foot. All Dyelli Beybi has to do is to return Imro and the rest of the Foreign Guard. If Ilek-Vaad is smart, then they ought to dissolve the foreign guard base there. It would be the best for everyone. We can still keep our bilateral ties. At least both of us don’t like those Scandavians. Do you really think that Ilek-Vaad would like SS to have a garrison or even some form of influence in Timaru? Not likely. We can work together in this.
-And the others? Drakonia is meddling as well and they are a part of Gholgoth which is lead by AMF.
-I give pakrah droppings about Gholgoth and AMF. Klatchian interests and FKC interests have never interefered with eachother in the past. But I can surmise this, if AMF is willing to let Drakonia and the other chump nations interfere then it reflects badly on Dreadfire’s leadership or that Gholgoth itself has designs upon the Klatch.
-That would be bad.
-It would be bad for them as well if that is their true intent. We also have allies as well but let us not jump to conclusions here. The two real problems here is Greater Dyelli Beybi asking for help from the Scandavians to protect themselves from Ilek-Vaad. Ilek-Vaad is not a problem if Imro and foreign guard personnel are returned. But Timaru is potentially a more problematic issue. Having a state bordering the Klatch that has alliances that are hostile to the FKC can only mean one thing.
-And what is that?
-A very short life for the new nation of course. I only hope that the fox has a plan.

====

To: Admiral of the Fleet, R. von Scheer
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Scandavian Fleet

We suggest that to diffuse the entire matter is to return Imro and dissolve the foreign guard base as per whatever treaty provisions you have with Ilek-Vaad. All Foreign Guard forces can find sanctuary in Vrak if this will help.

As well, certainly you can appreciate our position regarding those meddlers from Haven. A Dyelli Beybi allowing nations that are hostile to Vrak to establish a measure of influence would be looked upon with distain. We should mention that when we signed alliances that they always had parliamentary approval and never allowed the establishment of foreign militaries upon Vrakian soil.

In other words, we have always wanted a strong Dyelli Beybi but going to the Scandavians first has caused us to question your intentions. Again, we stress that Imro be returned and Foreign Guard personnel evacuated ASAP.

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]

====

To: Adan Ring, Supreme Republican Commander
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Friendship

We have suggested to the Dyellians that Imro be returned and that Foreign Guard personnel find refuge in Vrak at which point we can then transport to your nation. We also suggest that you give up establishing foreign guard bases in Dyelli Beybi since it seems to create headaches. Still, we cannot allow Dyelli Beybi to be overrun by anyone.

As well, there is the matter of Scandavian States, Drakonia, and Glorious Humanity regarding Timaru and Moskau. While we realize that this may be outside your orbit consider this; what if any of those nations were allowed to influence that young nation’s development? For all we know, Scandavian States is planning to establish a garrison there. Surely it would be a disappointment if this were allowed to happen. We already have diplomatic staff there representing ourselves and that the Klatchian Foreign ministry have sent an entourage as well.

We are open to options.

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]

====

The submarine fleet cruised at a steady 20 knots towards the far northern edge of the sea. While their ICBMs could reach Timaru even sitting at their docks they wanted to make sure that the route they took would not fly over the Var.

Meanwhile, the other submarines crept quietly towards Timaru from the east, readying themselves to be the “ace in the hole” if needed.

The speed of the Scandavian ships were noted with interest. The Vrakians weren’t going to pursue because not only did they have the speed but also because the pakrahs were heading closer to New Shiron. Besides, it was doubtful that ships can outrun bombers, of which Vrak had plenty.

The much smaller task force was still sweeping for the Drakonians.

As well, the Vrak Military High Command were still transmitting their latest intel on Scandavian fleet movements and put forth a polite request for exchange, including any and all info on Drakonia and GH ships.

OOC: Not sure if it was possible for me to pick up the transmission between you, Drak and GH. I’m assuming “no” for the moment and that the relative bigness of the ocean is working to your advantage here. I can edit if you wish.

[Did I say 60 knots? If so, I meant an acceleration from 25 knots to flank speed (forty-five knots) in less than sixty seconds, which is still impressive for a ship that size. A cruiser squadron has twelve ships, I've mentioned numbers a couple times but it was pretty indirect. Communications between ships use tight beam lasers, however I do use highly encrypted burst transmission radios for OTH comms where secrecy is required; difficult to intercept, but not impossible.]

OOC: Ah, okay SS. I was under the impression that the 12 ships were all cruisers - which would seem odd to me. No smaller escort ships included in the total?

I looked again and got this:


The cruisers went from the relatively sedate 25 knot cruising speed to their top speed of forty knots in under sixty seconds


Ah, I saw sixty seconds and assumed knots. Must have skimmed it too fast. As well, my remarks about intercepting transmissions were directed more at GH and Drak since I was thinking that if they were picked up I could triangulate their positions. However, thanks for the heads up.

IC:

Large troop transports now left the eastern ports of Vrak and headed in the general vicinity of the far north western corner of LOW bordering the North Sea. They were to land as close as possible without angering the dragons but not too far away. The troop ships and transports were not altogether numerous, for this part of the Klatch required icebreakers to plow through in certain areas so travel would be slow.

Onboard were the usual compliment of engineers, infantry,tanks and air defense systems, but also some long range artillery of the 155 mm variety. More importantly, a small number of mobile missile launchers were also included.

[It's a straight up cruiser squadron, six guided missile cruisers and six heavy cruisers. Since cruisers aren't capships, they don't rate escorts. This should give you all the info you need about them: http://s7.invisionfree.com/FDI/index.php?showtopic=67 ]

The veiled dig might as well have been outlined in neon; in a Cabinet meeting when he received it, Alscarna turned the colour of smoked salmon when he read the memo, something noted by the sharp-eyed First Minister.
"Something the matter Mordecai?" she asked in a lazy voice.
"Timaru and Moskau's DFAT. They thank the nations not lacking in courage to recognise their state for the courtesy."
"And?" deMa'iska asked, sipping daintily at her coffee.
"We made our recognition dependent on Klatchian recognition."
"Did we now?" the Science Minister asked.
"Yes, we did."
"Oh. Ok."
"not lacking in courage?" that was Stepan Alagarros, the Junior First Minister, "they're implying we are lacking in courage?"
"Very good Stepan, you're a fast one," the Deputy Interior Minister sneered "what does the rest of it say?"
"They invite diplomats and the press to subject their PM to a game twenty questions about foreign policy," Alscarna answered, while the Junior First Minister poked his tongue out, earning him a clip over the ear from deMa'iska.
There was a moment of silence.
"It's not courage we lack," the First Minister pronounced, "it's interest... But call MNB, the Arn-Maciska Times, and the Imperial Star, and tell them about it. And dispatch someone who can be official. Preferably from the Diplomatic Corps. At least this little blow-out will distract attention from Arn-Arakhan... Alscarana; arrange it."
There was a nodding of heads; States-General was being difficult, as usual, but a lot of media attention was on it right now. A distraction would work nicely.
"Should I try to smooth their ruffled feathers?" Alscarna was scribbling on the back of a notepad.
"Try to comprehend the legalities of their position," Alscarna grinned at that; it had far too many teeth in it, but he didn't reply.
deMa'iska looked across the table and added "If they really wanted our attention, they'd heckle Valdir," the other woman rolled her eyes and nodded. "Now, as I was saying, Donovan has released the Escadra expenditures from the committees, and we have a floor vote tomorrow..."

===============

To: Michael Vhroznez, Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade
From: Ministry of External Affairs, Arn-Maciska
Subject; Prime Ministerial Briefing

Dear sir,
His Imperial Majesty's Government thanks you for your most gracious invitation to have journalists and diplomatic officials visit your nation and meet with your esteemed Prime Minister.

A mission has been put together in Arn-Maciska, and has departed the UIK; it includes correspondents from several papers and broadcasters, and is headed by special envoy Baron Tierce deRenci of the Imperial Diplomatic Corps. The Lord deRenci will be accompanied by several aides from the MEA.

We look forward to engaging in a dialogue with your nation, and are most interested in pursuing exchanges of views between our two governments.

Baron Mordecai Alscarna, Junior Minister for External Affairs.

*****
Alscarna had already reached the same conclusion that the Vrakian High Command had; any nation which annoyed the Klatch, and lived on the Klatchian doorstep, was not likely to live long. Timaru and Moskau hadn't annoyed the Klatch that much yet, but he didn't think Port Olympus would take kindly to the declaration of Independence. In any case, he didn't want to be fending off a deficit hawk explaining why he felt it necessary to pursue expensive diplomatic entanglements with a nation that had a shorter shelf life then yoghurt in Hell's Kitchen.

The Var said nothing on the matter of Honor. Somehow her attempt to deflect praise really seemed too odd to deal with. "It is good that you will cooperate, I would hate to send an honorable Terran to work the mines of Zaab."

The Var paused for a second, "You did not know that the Overlord was a decendent of the House of Crawford, Royal House of the United Duchies? True he is of mixed blood terran. But his ancestors are far more disparate in their origins then yours."

"I shall now place you into the care of my aide who shall take you to where you will stay as you are debreifed. If the Admiral decides to be as forthcomming we shall also have her stay with you."


"No." Davies shook her head, "I had no idea of the Overlord's ancestry, I just assumed he would be a Var."

She stood, aware that this interview was over, "I thank you for the compliment, and am equally glad you have decided not to send me to the mines, I do not believe I would make a very good miner."

She paused, licking her lips furtively, "If it is all the same to you Sir, I would prefer to stay out of contact with the Vice Admiral as much as possible. She has become somewhat irrational since the death of her husband and may well blame me for the fact that she has been removed from her ship."

***

Collins most certainly did blame Davies, grumbling and growling about 'that Commisaar slut' all the way down the gang plank. At the other end she and the rest of the crew milled around uncertainly. Nobody had told them what to do yet.

----------

Meanwhile von Scheer was busy writing telegrams to the many people who had cause to be written to.

***

To: Vrakian Diplomatic Corp
From: Admiral of the Fleet, R. von Scheer
Subject: Scandavian Fleet

With both Klatch and Ilek Vaad refusing to acknowledge our Government, dissolving the Foreign Guard is impossible to achieve legally at this point. They may uplift Imro from the base at their leisure, frankly, this idea of him being held captive is pure fantasy.

We have involved the Scandavian States simply because we are confident that they, with our support will. Furthermore we will not be forced to rely on the JDF, who, as we have suspected, is being prevented from taking any action by troublesome anti-Dyellian politicians in Parliament

R. von Scheer

***

To: Admiral Sven Jorgenssen, First Sea Lord
From: Admiral of the Fleet, R. von Scheer
Subject: Klatchian Parliament

Perhaps we are being paranoid, however it has been relayed that the Keys in Parliament are having to defend our right to any form of protection from the Klatchian Joint Defence Force. From what has been relayed it seems likely that certain factions within Klatch will attempt to erect legal roadblocks to any form of aid reaching Dyelli Beybi.

Yours with the Greatest respect,
R. von Scheer
Admiral of the Fleet

The receptionist from the hotel returned to the Klatchians a few minutes later. He looked typically Dyellian, maybe a bit on the stocky side... for a Dyellian, but the accent was all wrong. It sounded like he was not particularly familiar with English at all in fact, "We have contacted KGB Moskau and Mr Dzerzhinsky is not in his Office. He may be available to speak to you later."

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To: Baron Mordecai Alscarna, Ministry of External Affairs, Arn-Maciska
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Trade, Moskau
Subject: Prime Ministerial Briefing

This is acceptable and we would welcome your diplomats attendance at the conference to come. All members of the press will also be welcome.

Regards,
Michael Vhroznez

"Milord, AM says we're cleared," the aide whispered into deRenci's ear softly, trying not to wake the other passengers on the diplomatic flight to Moskau.
The Baron, clearly thinking along the same line, merely flickered his fingers. The aide nodded and withdrew, as the plane shuddered and changed direction; they would be landing in Moskau within a few hours.

Tierce leaned back, closing his eyes; he fully knew that deMa'iska had noted every development the Secretariat for Imperial Security had brought her, particularly the reluctance of the Klatchian government to recognise Soult's regime, and their silence on the status of the Federation. The former had pleased her a little, but the latter intrigued her, and she wanted to know what the cause was.

He only hoped that the Klatchians and Moskauans knew what they were doing... and that the Klatchians knew what eachother were doing. The alternative made his blood run cold. Travelling air freight did not appeal to him.

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Some time later, the plane was coming into land; the passengers, forwarned of the weather, had donned clothing far more appropriate to the climate. As the wheels touched the ground, those on board adopted the attitude of relaxed, but watchful, except for the press corps. They were more like sharks that were scenting blood.

The receptionist from the hotel returned to the Klatchians a few minutes later. He looked typically Dyellian, maybe a bit on the stocky side... for a Dyellian, but the accent was all wrong. It sounded like he was not particularly familiar with English at all in fact, "We have contacted KGB Moskau and Mr Dzerzhinsky is not in his Office. He may be available to speak to you later."


William looked at the man for a moment, "Call the KGB back and leave Dzerzhinsky a note, 'Young Dragons sharpen their talons'. And you might want to send the same message to that new Prime Minister of yours." The Landgrave turned dismissing the receptionist and walked over to the Vrakians.

"Ah, good day...I think we need to discuss a plan of attack on this matter. The Klatch should speak with one voice don't you think?"

"No." Davies shook her head, "I had no idea of the Overlord's ancestry, I just assumed he would be a Var."

She stood, aware that this interview was over, "I thank you for the compliment, and am equally glad you have decided not to send me to the mines, I do not believe I would make a very good miner."

She paused, licking her lips furtively, "If it is all the same to you Sir, I would prefer to stay out of contact with the Vice Admiral as much as possible. She has become somewhat irrational since the death of her husband and may well blame me for the fact that she has been removed from her ship."


"Perhaps that can be arranged....." The hatch opened and a young human officer stepped in. The Var began to give orders in a gutteral lanquage, somewhat like he was mimicking what a whale would sould like if it was being strangulated. The human replied then turned to Davies, "Commisar? If you would follow me..."

The young human, blond with hazel eyes walked down the ship's passageways and then out onto the deck. The harbor was revealed with dozens of other ships, many larger than the one she was on.

The human paused and pointed across the estuary towards some buildings. "Your ship has only a turret above the deck, so it is hard to see...but that is where she is now. Their disembarking the crew and officers now."

*****
A human officer, standing under the shadow of a cloaked Var stood on a gangway above the large room. He had some sort of small boom mike before his mouth that allowed him to interface with the speaker system. "Please form a line to the green door, you will each be asked your name, rank, and given a temporary identiy card before your loaded on transport to your temporary quarters...."

Another human sub-officer appeared next to Collins. "Admiral Collins? You are requested to follow me, as is your next in command in the Jiggdian attire."

To: Admiral of the Fleet, R. von Scheer
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Ilek Vaad and Scandavian States

On the contrary, we haven’t yet formed a position on your government due to the fact your government has changed quite often during the years without, as far as we know, an election process. This is not to say that we support elections, but with the number of factions in your state, it is hard for us to recognize the legitimate government.

As well, as we mentioned in the FKC Parliament, we have not hindered you from activating allies to help you. But, it is the type of allies that you call upon that cause us concern. You should know that Scandavian States has threatened the FKC once before with the OMP regarding “piracy” off your coast. As well, we believe that they are angling for influence in Timaru and Moskau. Our diplomats there have seen them there. In other words, the very people that you are calling for help are plotting to stab you in the back.

Disavow all contact with the Scandavians. Return Imro or, at the very least, communicate to the Vaadians that Imro is free to be lifted out. Then we can concentrate on the real problem; Timaru and Moskau.

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]

====

The lead Vrakian, in this case a stern looking woman of about fifty wearing a smart business suit with her thick black mane falling down to her shoulders, turned to face William.

“A united approach is best, of course. If you tell me what you had in mind then I can elaborate on our position. Still, it should be obvious that we have security concerns of allowing known enemies to the Klatch allowed to influence Timaru and Moskau. I can assure you that Vrak has a number of options it is willing to pursue to effect compliance.”

She looked around the lobby.

“And we know not of how Glorious Humanity plays into all this. They are friends with Drakonia yet they, if we are to presume correctly, gave the Klatch silent support in a number of issues.”

A tilt of the head and then a smile.

“You will have to forgive me, but we were not entirely brought up to speed on the talks that occurred between you and them involving Bethune. At least, from what I know, our official stance towards them hasn’t changed.”

She leaned a bit closer and spoke in more measured tones to underline the seriousness of what she was about to say.

“But our position regarding Drakonian and Scandavian States is clear. We will not hesitate to use whatever force is necessary to rid the Klatch of their presence. Timaru and Moskau is treading a fine line, Landgrave. A very fine line.”

She emphasized the last sentence with a gesture indicating that the ‘line’ between her thumb and index finger was nearly non-existant.

To: Adan Ring, Supreme Republican Commander
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Friendship

We have suggested to the Dyellians that Imro be returned and that Foreign Guard personnel find refuge in Vrak at which point we can then transport to your nation. We also suggest that you give up establishing foreign guard bases in Dyelli Beybi since it seems to create headaches. Still, we cannot allow Dyelli Beybi to be overrun by anyone.

As well, there is the matter of Scandavian States, Drakonia, and Glorious Humanity regarding Timaru and Moskau. While we realize that this may be outside your orbit consider this; what if any of those nations were allowed to influence that young nation’s development? For all we know, Scandavian States is planning to establish a garrison there. Surely it would be a disappointment if this were allowed to happen. We already have diplomatic staff there representing ourselves and that the Klatchian Foreign ministry have sent an entourage as well.

We are open to options.

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]



Commander Ring read over the message and replied:

To: Vrakian Diplomatic Corps
From: Supreme Republican Commander Adan Ring

RE:Friendship

We certainly understand your point, and I have been told that the Republican Council will be debating what to do with the Foreign Guard. Keep in mind that all members of the Foreign Guard that signed on for three years and longer are entitled to Vaadian citizenship, for themselves and their immediate families.Also keep in mind that so far Solut's uprising has only resulted in a fracturing of Dyelli Beybi and civil war, there is as of yet no government, and no nation to recognize. If Soult wishes to deal with the Free Republic he need only contact our ambassador in Cyro, who has reported to us that outside of the military, there is no functioning government in Dyelli Beybi.

It might be politically expediant for your negotiators in 'Timaru and Mosakau' to point out to the government that establishing military bases and concentrations that are hostile to the Free Republic so close to the Free Republic can prove costly, Field Marshal Grune's failed coup could be used as an object lesson for them. You can use the Free Republic and it's Retaliatory Guard as the 'boogeyman' that your delegates can assure to protect them from.

The Republican Council is not yet prepared to recognize any of these 'fiefdoms' as legitimate governments yet, and will not send representatives to negotiate with what is not yet a state. If you wish , I can send a General to join your delegation in Timaru and Mosakau, to lay out for them the stark realities of them turning away from Federation States in favor of Drakonian or Imperium 'protection'. Simply saying that you will not protect them from us if they choose this path, could well sway their minds.

Adan Ring,
Supreme Republican Commander

=====Attached, Satellite images of Scandavian mobilization of 2000+ ships====

A Bar in Moskau

The Landgrave nodded, 'We signed a non-agression pact with Glorious Humanity actually. So as long as we don't directly attack each other, well there will not be a war." He picked up his rather poor whiskey and soda and continued.

"As for this new nation, they have three choices. The first is migrate their population off of our territory like good little squatters. The second is to rejoin the Federation as a Territory. Obviously, Soult will want influence in Parliament and the electors so he needs to either conquer Moskau in the next six months or let them be independent of Cyro. The third choice is to ignore my warnings, if I leave here without either of the first choices..."

The Landgrave shrugged, "You know that the Var do not care for Orcs except being served in a nice broth. They will especially not like a Orc riddled up-start nation so close to their borders, and their hunting grounds."

He paused for a moment, "And neither Drakonia or the Scandinavian Imperium are in a good postion to influence the Var. Especially when it comes to dealing with upstart, orc-loving squatters."

To: Adan Ring, Supreme Republican Commander
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Friendship

The particulars of the treaty that you signed with the Dyellians regarding the Foreign Guard are best left between yourselves. That is, whether any Dyellians become citizens of your nation are of no immediate concern to us now. We are offering a way out of this entire episode for everyone concerned. Your recognition of Greater Dyelli Beybi is left to your own devices. We shall pass on the message regarding your ambassador to Soult.

Regarding Timaru and Moskau, our diplomatic mission there does not necessarily mean that we recognize them. It is, however, wise to find out exactly what they are up to and hence why we are there. It would be wise on your part to send a high ranking general representing your nation as a concerned neighbour since, after all, we all are in close proximity to Timaru and Moskau.

We also thank you for your intel update regarding Scandavian States. Clearly, this indicates that they are hardly hunting for pirates but rather wish to establish a beachhead in the Klatch.

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]

====

To: Admiral of the Fleet, R. von Scheer
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Re: Ilek-Vaad and Scandavian States

It appears that the Vaadians still have an ambassador in Cyro. We suggest that your government contact them immediately so as to diffuse this situation.

As well, we have also learned of a large build-up of Scandavian naval forces. Do you have any information regarding this?

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]

====

The Vrakian, who resembled more Inuit than of her lighter skinned ones more south smiled at the Landgrave’s words. In truth, Vrak did not know exactly how the Var would react but analysts believed that they would be indifferent. The very idea that the Lords of War may actually rise to deal with these “orc-loving squatters” made her smile even more.

“Well, it seems that our interests do coincide after all. We have always preferred a strong and united Dyelli Beybi and this latest strife is the worst in a long time. Independent territories suddenly popping up serve no ones interest. This only is the tip of the iceberg since we don’t know the full extend of the damage done in Greater Dyelli Beybi itself. Could there be more territories suddenly wishing to declare independence? There could be, but if there are, they must be watching these proceedings carefully.

What exactly are your warnings if Timaru and Moskau refuse the first two options? Or, I should say, what are the possible consequences that we can count on? Will the JDF destroy Timaru or will this allow free reign for the other states in the Federation to pursue a more…harsher line of action?”

She didn’t partake of any alcohol, which was an unusual departure from the typical Vrakian practice of getting sloshed before delicate negotiations.

“Ah,” she said, “I nearly forgot to introduce myself. I am special envoy Rosaline Qiqrin and this…” with a wave of her hand to the veritable mountain of muscle, “is Quaaq.”

The big Inuit merely inclined his head solemnly once towards the Landgrave and flexed his fingers.

====

The latest intel report from the Vaadians were quickly passed to the JDF command structure. Military planners then began to look into alternatives on how to deal with this potentially hostile fleet.

A priority message was sent to each and every state military command structure within the Klatch informing them of this latest development using the usual encrypted JDF protocols. Vrak no longer was the head of the FKC, but it did feel that any kind of threat did warrant everyone's attention. The Scandavians were still regarded as pakrah scum and if the latest communiques were of any indication, that perception wasn't about to change.

The Landgrave paused, "I am prepared to let Tomuku and Moskau or whatever attempt to gain independence from Cyro." He paused looking at Rosilin for a moment. "The truth is I doubt Soult can really force his might this far north. Infact, I've heard rumors that if prove true, Soult should be executed himself."

The fact that an Alconian, champion of states rights was actually talking about removing the defacto head of a fellow state was serious.

Either the recent elevation of the Fox had caused ideas of grandur, or Soult was up to something truly dangerous to both the United Duchies and the Klatch.

"Oh?" replied the special envoy, "at what cost are you willing to see this through? Are you suggesting that Drakonia, Scandavian States, and whomever else set up shop in Timaru? I doubt as well that Soult can go this far north, but it speaks ill of the Federation if suddenly new territories start sprouting up and declare themselves independent. It will lead to an already weakening centre which, I might add, is what the King tried to prevent from happening. Our position is quite clear. Scandavian States, Drakonia and perhaps even Glorious Humanity pose a security risk that we Vrakians are unwilling to allow. We will not let any hostile power gain influence in this so-called independent state. Either they align themselves much more closely with the Klatch or the potential lustre that has these greedy nations have will suddenly find the value of their investment plummet."

She mentally filed away the information about Soult for later. A task for the VIS to investigate she told herself.

Dzerzhinsky raised an eyebrow as he poured himself another Vodka, "I've been too long in Cyro." he grunted, "I'm getting soft, feeling the cold too much."

"This all sounds good and I think I can say that Brezhnev will agree heartily. We're a pain in Klatch's behind simply by existing." they were entering the city now. The streets were wide, well lit and frequently cobbled. They passed a truck to their right, (here they drove on the left side of the road), a pair of workmen were busily laying salt on the road.

The buildings were larger in the town. They began to pass churches with onion domes topping them. Even some of the houses had them. The streets were more or less deserted, although a few police officers still wandered around. Most had scarves wrapped firmly around their necks and lower face, "Now I understand you have been looking for Adelle Collins."

Dzerzhinsky didn't mention where he had the information from, but it seemed likely there were KGB opperating within the Cheka, "She isn't here." he said bluntly, "But if she does turn up, which seems likely, I'm hoping you'll lay off her. She hasn't committed an act of piracy, aside from stealing some fuel off a Vrakian merchant to get into the Lakes since the big blow out, you know the one where you had your falling out with Eamon's Government."

He was on first name terms with the former High Chancellor... "Anyway, to be totally frank, we need good Naval Officers and Adelle Collins is good, whatever else she might be... and she's taken a very nice boat off Soult that Brezhnev and I want."

"In the grand scheme of things she's small fry." Dzerzhinsky concluded, raising his glass in salute, "Besides, this is no nice country run by her husband. This is a Moskavite regime... if she f*cks up, I'll slit her throat... cheers."

He drained the glass in one gulp again.


"No offense to your former country, but however good she might be by your standards she rose up through the ranks due to the favor of her husband. Send some of your new officers to the Imperial Naval Academy and I guarantee you that in ten to twenty years they'll be the best flag officers in the Klatch.

"At any rate, the Imperium made a deal that we'd get that monitor back to Admiral von Scheer and in return the Imperium would have the pleasure of executing Collins; Collins we can work something out on but the boat has to go back, if the Federation returns it voluntarily it'll buy you some good will with Soult. Besides, if you don't put the Imperium in a difficult diplomatic position by keeping the ship, we'll fund the purchase of up to eighteen ships that will fit the draft specs of your lake. I think that's more than a reasonable trade."

[OOC: Since you seem to want everyone to get here and haven't responded to my hailing post...]

Moskau

The diplomatic jet touched down on the ice-slick runway, the wheels almost not finding traction, but then grabbing hard and pulling it along. Overhead, the Razor escorts flipped around and began their trip back to the Sealord.

Inside the jet, Deputy Minister Lacey Millhouse and her group collected up their things and prepared to disembark. Seperately, the intelligence officers assigned to this also gathered up their things. Millhouse looked out a window and pulled her parka tighter against her body. The snow and ice looked decidedly unfriendly, especially to someone from Glorious Humanity's mostly tropical climate. Millhouse wondered to herself why Georgia Lancaster couldn't have been sent on this assignment. Lancaster was the most senior diplomat associated with the Klatch, which is to say she was one of the only ones who'd ever talked to them and gotten something done. Furthermore, Lancaster was originally from the Carth Mountains, one of the only places in Glorious Humanity that got snow and ice. This weather would be right up her alley. Millhouse, on the other hand, was from a small town called Harris, just east of Dulles, right in the center of the tropics. She was accustomed to temperatures over one hundred degrees Fahrenheit, and had the tan to show it.

Lancaster, however, was in Vrak paying Glorious Humanity's respects to the dead King. Probably her own personal ones too. Everyone knew Lancaster liked the Klatch, and was gunning very hard for the Ambassador post, which supposedly was going to be appointed in the next month or so. Heck, with this new crisis, Minister Pierce might decide to move that up. It was definitely time to get a permanent diplomatic presence in the Klatch. And Timaru and Moskau wasn't even technically Klatch anymore, so what little experience Lancaster possessed probably wouldn't do much good here anyway. So Deputy Minister Millhouse had to brave the cold in the name of peace, economic treaties, and intelligence deals.

Millhouse was a petite woman, standing just about 5'3", with a slim figure. She had red hair, always pulled into a bun, and green eyes. She wore glasses, which had become even more necessary in the recent months. She'd always had some eye problems, but her eyesight had gotten worse after the Psi Revolt. She bore several scars from that, the most visible being a white band that ran down along her chin. There were others, concealed under her clothing, legacies of the car bomb attack that had nearly killed her during Glorious Humanity's civil war. She moved a little stiffly too, with a noticeable limp in her right leg. Fortunately for her, she hadn't needed a cane.

With her documents gathered, she moved to the head of the plane, just behind her security people who were already disembarking, and prepared to meet the Moskavites.

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Dulles, Office of the Supreme Commander of the Navy

"Sir!" an aide, a lieutenant, stood before SC Hanoway's desk and saluted smartly. In his left hand was a folder containing the latest communications from the Sealord patrol, which he presented after dropping the salute.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Hanoway told him, accepting the folder. She opened it and started flipping through. "Dismissed."

The man saluted again and exited. Hanoway read the communications, absently brushing a strand of blond hair out of her eyes. These comms had just come in over telepathic relay, transcribed by the Psi Corp detachment assigned to this building, and then delivered by hand up here. Anything involving Sealord had been classified Eyes Only Alpha, meaning that Hanoway was the only one who could decide who else besides her was cleared for the information. There were mumblings about that, many people were wondering why a routine patrol was suddenly kept locked up tight. What Hanoway couldn't say was that Sealord's patrol was now anything but routine.

She whistled softly. She'd expected Manchester to ask for this, but he'd asked for more than she'd expected. She pursed her lips, considering, then picked up her secure phone and dialed Space Command. She went directly through to SC Matthew Swete, who picked up on the first ring.

"Swete. What can I do for you, SC Hanoway?" Swete was new to the peculiar brotherhood of commanders at the top level of GH's armed forces, and thus was not yet comfortable being on a first name basis with his peers.

"Afternoon, Swete. I just got a request from one of my admirals." Hanoway filled him in on Sealord's location and current monitoring mission, omitting the classified details related to the intelligence operation. "Basically, with all the activity in the Klatch, he wants some support."

"Yes, I've been briefed on what's going on in the Klatch," Swete answered. "The Fleet is on standby alert, ready to do something if we have to. What do you want us to do?"

"Admiral Manchester wants some orbital fighters. Why don't you come over here so we can discuss it in person? In fact, I think a general assembly of the commanders will be good. I'll call it. War room, in twenty minutes."

"I'll be there," he promised.

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The War Room

In the second subbasement of the Presidential offices in Dulles was a solid rectangular concrete room called the Strategic Operations Planning and Execution Room. The people who came down here to work just called it the war room. All the SCs were assembled down here, resplendant in their various uniforms. In addition to Allean's navy blue and Swete's slightly lighter blue uniforms, there was Herbert Ablegard of the Army in green, and Air Force SC Florence Washington in tan. The room they were in had a large GH flag across one wall, and was hung with maps, charts and dispatches tacked up to corkboards all over the concrete walls. These contrasted sharply with the large high-tech viewscreen on the wall opposite the flag, for video conversations on the rare occasions those happened. On one of the shorter walls, opposite the door, were a huge bank of phones, secure hardlines to every major base that belonged to the Army, Navy, and Air Force. Space Command lines to their planetside installations were supposed to be installed soon. Like the viewscreen, these weren't used often, since they were emergency phones for use only in desperate times. More frequently used was the large electronic glass table, where the SCs were all clustered, which could display a variety of maps of any place on Earth that GH satellietes photographed. Using IFF and recon information, the board was constantly updated, and was supposed to be accurate to within ten miles and five minutes. The whole room was new, set up after the Psi Revolt demonstrated that the country's top military personnel might need a safe place from which to direct their operations in the event of another war on GH soil. It was also useful for foreign ventures.

Right now, the table displayed a map of the Klatch and surrounding waters, as far out as the original position of the Drakonian fleet. All known fleets were marked on the map with various colored dots and a short list of what assets they were known to have. The GH patrol was marked in green, Drakonia in blue, the Vrakians tan, and Vaadians in gray. Scandavia was marked in yellow. The sea was full of warships.

"Now then," Hanoway began. "We're all together here so you can all see what's going on. You all got the briefing, you know what the situation in the Klatch is. We just received a report that Scandavian States has mobilized over two thousand warships with obvious intent, so the possibility of a shootout between them and the Klatch grows ever more likely. While it is unlikely that we will become involved in hostilities, I'd like everyone to be ready, just in case. Admiral Manchester on the Sealord is starting to get nervous, with all these potential unfriendlies. He's requested more muscle. I'm going to give him three more Lost Vegas with their escorts, twenty more destroyers and twenty submarines, which will add more than enough firepower to give him a fighting chance if something happens."

"Doesn't he need more guns?" Ablegard asked. "That's an awful lot of unfriendly weaponry nearby."

"Not close enough to be serious," Hanoway disagreed. "Sealord is far enough away to be out of range of shipboard guns. If anyone is going to strike at us, it will be either with long range missiles or air power. By giving him three more carrier decks and close to three hundred aircraft, he should have more than enough to hold the skies and keep the enemy away. To counter the missiles, I want to send out a large detachment of Psi Corp telekinetics, about double what those ships normally carry. I'll have to verify that with Soros." Despite being independant of the Army, the Psi Corp as yet had no SC, and a telekinetic named Lawrence Soros was functioning as Commander. Sooner or later he'd get a Supreme tacked onto his title, Hanoway was sure.

"Now the exchange part. Manchester has one hundred Nightfire bombers on the ships he currently has. He wants to send the Nightfires home and trade them for X-20s."

"I don't see why I can't do that," Swete replied. "I've got wings planetside and on Reachstar in orbit. In fact, I think I can sweeten the deal. I'll give you some planetside planes to launch off the carriers, and I'll put the wings on Reachstar to work. They can fly loops, ducking into orbit, flying over the fleet, and coming back. If something attacks, the Reachstar wings can launch intercept, and the planetside interceptors staying here can launch, vault into orbit, and drop down on the battle. They'll take longer, but they could be there in time to make a difference. That'll give you close to fifteen hundred planes responding to a threat, plus your navy planes on the carriers.

"Over two thousand planes. I like that," Hanoway nodded.

"Are you sure you want to give up the striking power?" Ablegard asked.

"It's good, from political and tactical perspectives," Washington spoke up agreement with Hanoway and Swete's plan. "We don't need the striking power, Herb, we're not planning to bomb anything in the Klatch. If trouble erupts, we want interceptors like the X-20s, who can stick it to enemy fighters and ships, and get there in time to do some sticking. The bombers are too slow and built for the wrong role. Besides, politically it looks good. Switching out the bombers will probably look nice to the Klatch, who are probably looking for invasions from any direction. And if worst comes to absolute worst, the X-20s can carry air-to-surface weapons, can't they?" The last was a question to Swete.

"Oh yes," Swete replied. "The heavier armaments will reduce their top speed and maneuverability somewhat, but they could definitely carry all kinds of unpleasantness."

"That's a worst case scenario," Hanoway reminded them. "Let's not get carried away. Anything we do will be defensive in nature, protecting ourselves mostly. I want the X-20s as interceptors, which is their primary role. And I want to bring the bombers home both to clear the way for the 20s and as a statement of intent. Everyone agreed?"

There were murmurs of agreement around the table.

"Anything you could add to this, Flo?" Hanoway asked Washington next.

Washington shook her head. "Not likely. All my planes would take a minimum of four hours to get out there if something happened, and that would take too long."

"Get some things ready anyway. Anything that happens out there will be spectacular and likely a long fight, so your planes could make it in time to do something."

"I'll see what I've got," Washington promised.

"Do that. Okay everyone, we'll make back here later. Let's all go do what we can," Hanoway said. The meeting broke up.

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Admiral Manchester got the confirmation he was waiting for, and ten minutes later, his bombers all launched from their carriers, forming up in an impressive formation. However, instead of heading towards any of the other fleets or the Klatch, they flipped around and headed for GH. Meanwhile, the X-20s that were to replace them launched from bases on the east coast and began the flight out. Up above in space, Reachstar Orbital Station, GH's primary shipyards, launched their fighters as well, and about half an hour later, the first X-20s from Reachstar made their first protective passes over the Sealord.

"Perhaps that can be arranged....." The hatch opened and a young human officer stepped in. The Var began to give orders in a gutteral lanquage, somewhat like he was mimicking what a whale would sould like if it was being strangulated. The human replied then turned to Davies, "Commisar? If you would follow me..."

The young human, blond with hazel eyes walked down the ship's passageways and then out onto the deck. The harbor was revealed with dozens of other ships, many larger than the one she was on.

The human paused and pointed across the estuary towards some buildings. "Your ship has only a turret above the deck, so it is hard to see...but that is where she is now. Their disembarking the crew and officers now."

*****
A human officer, standing under the shadow of a cloaked Var stood on a gangway above the large room. He had some sort of small boom mike before his mouth that allowed him to interface with the speaker system. "Please form a line to the green door, you will each be asked your name, rank, and given a temporary identiy card before your loaded on transport to your temporary quarters...."

Another human sub-officer appeared next to Collins. "Admiral Collins? You are requested to follow me, as is your next in command in the Jiggdian attire."

Davies followed the human, looking quite a bit more confident with one of what she still really regarded to be her own species, "Ah right." she remarked as the rough position of the ship was indicated, "So whats going on next?"

***

Across the Port Collins nodded to Palmer who followed, "Whats all this about?" she demanded suspiciously, "Don't tell me that that stupid Chekist ended up pissing the wrong person off?"

She sounded as if she relished the idea. It earned her a look of malevolence from Palmer.

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To: Vrakian Diplomatic Corp
From: Admiral of the Fleet, R. von Scheer
Subject: Scandavian Fleet

On the contrary, we are well aware that the Scandavian States are present in Moskau and have openly supported the independence of that State. We are willing to ignore this temporary liason in exchange for their support against the Vaadian aggressors.

We feel that they are not necessarily the enemy of Klatch. Interference of OMP was the result of Dyelli Beybian indiscretions. These are unlikely to happen in the new order and we feel their need be no further bad feeling.

I will relay this information to the Emperor. Informing the Vaadians of Imro's safety does seem the logical step to take.

R. von Scheer

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Somewhere near Saint Guineford's

The interior of the tent was lit only by an oil lamp. It was a fairly unimposing tent, similar to the kind a family of wealthy hikers might use, except for the camouflage netting on the outside that was. It was hardly where one would expect to find the man who efectively ruled Dyelli Beybi.

"My Emperor." a soldier entered and bowed, "We have a message from von Scheer."

Soult, sat sprawled on a rather gaudy throne. It had been the posession of the Church until he had liberated it in recent days. Soult was a small portly man with a slightly receding hairline and thick black moustache. Obsessed with food, many people assumed this indicated a man with no talent for command. This was a poor assumption to make, "What is it?" he demanded.

"To the Emperor of Greater Dyelli Beybi..." the soldier began, unfolding a piece of paper from his pocket.

"You have read it already?" Soult demanded.

The man nooded.

"Then summarise." Soult ordered.

"He thinks we should let the Vaadians know Imro is safe." the soldier summarised succinctly.

"No." Soult replied fimly, "They will not be informed, we will continue to feed information to them that we hold him."

The soldier paused, clearly doubting the sanity of the orders. Soult smiled, "You think your Emperor is making a bad decission?" Soult asked, sounding slightly ammused.

The soldier quickly shook his head, "No, no my Emperor, not in the slightest."

"Good." Soult smiled warmly, "All will be made clear in due time."

The soldier bowed and left. Soult sighed, fighting the Vaadians wasn't on the original plan, but Himmler had demanded it be done, in fact had required it in return for the aid he had promised to supply Soult. Where was Himmler? He had promised to be back already, with an army capable of subduing all of Klatch. He was taking his time to arrive though...

Unknown to Soult Himmler was very close indeed.

"No offense to your former country, but however good she might be by your standards she rose up through the ranks due to the favor of her husband. Send some of your new officers to the Imperial Naval Academy and I guarantee you that in ten to twenty years they'll be the best flag officers in the Klatch.

"At any rate, the Imperium made a deal that we'd get that monitor back to Admiral von Scheer and in return the Imperium would have the pleasure of executing Collins; Collins we can work something out on but the boat has to go back, if the Federation returns it voluntarily it'll buy you some good will with Soult. Besides, if you don't put the Imperium in a difficult diplomatic position by keeping the ship, we'll fund the purchase of up to eighteen ships that will fit the draft specs of your lake. I think that's more than a reasonable trade."

Dzerzhinsky laughed, "You forget who you are talking to. For years nothing went on in Dyelli Beybi that I did not know about. That is until Fradkov came along... No, no, you are wrong. It is true that Collins became an Admiral because of her husband, but she became a Captain in her twenties because she was good. In time she would have made Admirlal with or without Eamon."

He grimaced in reply to the offer of training Naval officers, "I thank you for the offer, but unfortunately I don't have ten years. I don't even have ten weeks, maybe not even ten days before someone decides to try to wipe this state off the map."

He paused, eyeing the Scandavian diplomat sideways, "Lady Saleh, do you really trust Soult? What if I told you I am 98% certain one of his minions was behind the last piracy problems? He did a very good job of stiching up Adelle for it too. Yes he may have promised to give you a nice tasty pirate, a pirate he cooked specially for you, but what has he asked in return for that?"

"For eighteen boats you can have Collins and her ship, and I won't bat an eyelid if you have her crucified in Cyro." the car had finally pulled into a covered area outside a hotel, 'The Oriental'.

"I like Collins." the KGB Director shrugged, "She's ruthless, but also honourable in her own peculiar way, and she can play the political field with the best. I envy those who can afford to be honourable these days... sadly for her she isn't worth eighteen boats. You can have her if you can deliver on those."

A porter stepped forward to open the door, letting the Scandavians into the same hotel that the Klatchians and Vrakians had just been ushered into, "This will all be formally negotiated as soon as the Drakonians arrive."

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Timaru and Moskau seemed to be running thin on diplomats. The delegation from Glorious humanity were met by someone who was quite obviously from the South, "Sweet Jesus it's cold at this time of night." he blasphemed happily to one of the Moskavite soldiers standing by the limousine with accompanying 4x4s that had been run out onto the runway.

"Ahh." he bowed politely, "This must be the delegation from Glorious Humanity. Welcome to Moskau."

He was a small man, only 4 inches taller than Millhouse, and probably quite slim under the thick black jacket, "Bernard Kay." he introduced himself. The name was all Dyellian, dispelling any lingering thoughts that he might be a local. Kay was presumably from one of the many families of Dyellian settlers that now called this part of Klatch home.

"Get in the car, we have Vodka; It is good for the cold. The security detail can be accomodated in the four wheel drives." he nodded towards one of the black vehicles that was slowly gathering snow on the runway.

They were bound for the Orient, much like every other delegation.

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Macisikan touched down on another runway, where yet another diplomat waited patiently for the delegation to disembark. They had also brought up a tourist bus, presumably to move the press officials in. They hadn't painted off the slogan on the side, 'Visit the Dyelli Beybian Arctic Territories with Polexplore!'. It would be done in time. In a few months all references to the DBAT would be scrubbed from public view.

Both the press bus and the delegation were both bound for 'the Orient'. It was probably some plan of Dzerzhinsky's to put everyone in the same place and see what came of it.

"Do I trust Soult? I don't know the man, so I can't say. However, I don't think my aunt really trusts him, nor does my second cousin, he hasn't earned it yet. However, he's being given the benefit of the doubt and as far as I know he hasn't disappointed. You have to understand, he's practically offering the Imperium those idiot Vaadians on a silver platter; whatever we have or had against Dyelli Beybi or Admiral Collins, it's a hundred times worse and goes a thousand times deeper. You don't understand how tempting a target that is when your enemy hasn't changed much, if at all, in centuries and your own capabilities and size have increase in leaps and bounds.

"And while it may be true that one of his men arranged the piracy, are you prepared to say he ordered it? Further, given that he's promised that he'll put a stop to any Dyelli piracy, is your government prepared to call him a liar publicly?

"As for the ships, the transfer of funds can occur the second we have Collins in custody. You pick the class and we provide. It'll take some time to build them, but the Imperial Navy can provide a buffer in the meantime."

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Lady Sadira stepped from the freezing temperatures of the city into the wonderful warmth of the hotel. Her green almond eyes closed in pleasure and the smallest of smiles graced her lips. Despite being the heir to one of the great Duchies of the Imperium, her native Alexandria wasn't what somebody from Moskau would call chilly, not even during the sometime rainy and always misty winters. Handing her heavy coat to the bellhop, she eyed the bar and decided to go for it; water was always available and the hotel bar upscale enough that she wasn't likely to exchange anything more heated than words with any unpleasant character.

As she neared the bar Sadira slowed her gate from the usual businesslike brisk walk to a slow, leisurely, hip-swinging pace. Her clothes, while technically fitting into the category of a suit, were far too casual at first glance for a typical diplomat, but she was from a climate that bordered on tropical and typical business suits were simply too hot for such a place as Alexandria. The slacks were slung low on the hips, the bottom seam of the jacket just coming to upper thight, and the top two buttons on her white dress shirt undone. The material of the suit was a light grey, silk-like fabric cut in such a way as to leave little doubt that the woman in question was in fact a woman.

Normally, Lady Saleh was quite the modest person, but being a diplomat with the training as an intelligence officer that implied, she knew that the allure of sex and money had loosened the lips of more men than anything else. Deciding on a course of action, she ordered a small glass of water and started to slowly sip, studiously ignoring any looks from the government officials that patroned the bar. No, she wasn't after company for the night, she was after the curious types like herself that would wonder what such a woman so obviously out of place in this arctic hellhole was actually doing in this bar.

To: Adan Ring, Supreme Republican Commander
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Friendship

The particulars of the treaty that you signed with the Dyellians regarding the Foreign Guard are best left between yourselves. That is, whether any Dyellians become citizens of your nation are of no immediate concern to us now. We are offering a way out of this entire episode for everyone concerned. Your recognition of Greater Dyelli Beybi is left to your own devices. We shall pass on the message regarding your ambassador to Soult.

Regarding Timaru and Moskau, our diplomatic mission there does not necessarily mean that we recognize them. It is, however, wise to find out exactly what they are up to and hence why we are there. It would be wise on your part to send a high ranking general representing your nation as a concerned neighbour since, after all, we all are in close proximity to Timaru and Moskau.

We also thank you for your intel update regarding Scandavian States. Clearly, this indicates that they are hardly hunting for pirates but rather wish to establish a beachhead in the Klatch.

[Seal of the Vrak Diplomatic Corps]



Commander Ring read the last message and sent for on of his most trusted Generals, Command General Lucane. Lucane was a rarity in the Retaliatory Guard, and indeed in Ilek-Vaad, a patient man. Infinently patient when compared with his countrymen.

Command General Lucane was dispatched immediately to Timaru and Mosakau, to assess the situation. The trip would only take him a few hours.

Meanwhile Commander Ring replied to the Vrakians.

To: Vrakian Diplomatic Corps.
From: Supreme Republican Commander Adan Ring

I have dispatched Command General Lucane, on your advice. He will arrive in Timaru and Mosakau this evening. I have instructed him to first meet with your representative to discuss the situation.

I also think that finding 'a way out' in the Dyellian situation is much less important than finding a solution that favourable to all.

Davies followed the human, looking quite a bit more confident with one of what she still really regarded to be her own species, "Ah right." she remarked as the rough position of the ship was indicated, "So whats going on next?"

***

Across the Port Collins nodded to Palmer who followed, "Whats all this about?" she demanded suspiciously, "Don't tell me that that stupid Chekist ended up pissing the wrong person off?"

She sounded as if she relished the idea. It earned her a look of malevolence from Palmer.



"Next you need to travel to where you will be debreifed. The vessel will undergo a scan..." The aide turned and continued down the quay towards a small blue vehicle. It looked like a dolop of some light blue material, it was almost a round sphere but for the bottom. A hatch opened in gull wing style and the aide indicated she should enter.

"This robot transport shall take you to the proper location. It has been programed not to respond to voice commands changing the route."

********
Palmer and Collins were escored through a hatch and up some stairs to the upper level of the building. Here there were a few guards milling about, obviously to deal with any problems the Dyellian crew might give them.

The sub-officer walked over to a hatch that opened automatically revealing a control room of sorts. Various humans stood playing with computer terminals. It was quite odd since the locals used something that looked like two massive trackballs mounted onto a steeringwheel to type rather than a flat keyboard.

The windows of the room over looked The Perfect in her rubber/steel harness above the concrete floor of the dry dock. From here it was obvious how much smaller she was than the ships designed to fit into the dock.

An officer in a dark black uniform with an obvious syilized bird on his shoulder was looking down of the Dyellian Monitor. He turned when the pair entered the control room.

"Ah Admiral Collins, So nice of you to join me. It has occured to us you, and your second in command, might know something of this Himmler matter. As such I have been asked to inform you that your cooperation would be appreciated. And would allow us to convince the Overlord to grant you both asylum from your rather numerous and large enemies."

******
Moskau Oriential Hotel Bar
The Keelord stood quietly listening to the Karlord of House Wittlebach, and some Vrakian Terran with a distinct look of an eskimo banter about their approach towards the local Terrans.

The Var were not appreciatively curious creatures. Well the surviving Var were not that curious. The Keelord was part of the minority, having joined the Klatchian Marshals rather than be a ranking member of his brother's house. The Var turned his cloaked head and noticed the oddly dressed female terran. Obviously far more dressed for residing in the lands of the House of Crawford, or even the desert sands of Dyelli Beybi. But she was also drinking water. Which considering where they were seemed a serious risk. Keelord O'bach of House Bethzar studied the human female, trying to place her amongst the multitude of terran cultures he knew.

It is sort of hard to not to notice an eight-foot tall cloaked figure staring at you. Even if the only thing you can see of their face is the blackness inside of the cowl.

The cloaked figure moved to the bar. As the cowl pointed towards the bartender, a voice like liquid gravel ordered, "A helmut cola on crushed frozen water". The figure waited as the bartender filled its order.

If the Vrakians (or any other nation in Klatch) has ever made such a bold move (and it was likely they had) as to deploy Nuclear-Armed Ballistic Missile Submarines before, they no doubt had full foreknowledge of the reaction they would get the Imperium. They were not disappointed. The Imperium reacted as though it was under threat of genocide (and indeed it felt it was, with good reason).

In an epic response, almost the Imperium's entire sub-surface fleet was underway. Attack Submarines were among the first to take to sea. Three of the fastest, Drakonian Alpha-Class Fast Attack Submarines set course for the continent of Klatch and the went to full speed just bellow the surface. You would have had to be deaf, dumb, and blind to miss their voyage. For at full speed those vessels were traveling at over 40 Knots, and underwater that much noise was deafening. Not to mention, the wakes their proximity to the surface created.

But they were not alone, at least two more Beta-Class Attack Submarines were headed that way on the surface having been diverted from their other Atlantic and Caribbean Patrols, and it was hard to say how many of the submarines that submerged were headed for Klatch. Likely though, it was quite a significant number. Of the Guided Missile Submarines, two disappeared beneath the waves, while the other two headed for a Task Force forming up in route to the Klatch and the location where the Drakonian and Glorious Humanity fleets were meeting.

That Task Force was headed by another Heavy Cruiser of the Centurion-Class, these ships had been built with the purpose to counter the threat posed to the Imperium by massed Klatchian Missile and Air attacked, and served a similar role to the Tersanctan Arsenal Ships. Heavily armored like all Drakonian Navy Vessels, they were also equipped with a massive number and variety of missiles. The ships also possessed the command and control capabilities to coordinate a fleets air defenses.

Along with the Heavy Cruiser, IDS Velite, was the IDS Oracle, latest in a line of Surveillance Destroyers, designed specifically to fulfill the role of detection, tracking, coordination, and destruction of an enemy or enemies. The ships had the greatest array of technology, detection, and communication equipment available in all the Imperium. They were expensive and not deployed without good cause.

Protecting this group, were the three Advanced Missile Destroyers, IDS Viper, IDS Cobra, and IDS Coral Snake, as well as the Advanced Frigate IDS Swordfish, and the Watchguard-Class Frigate IDS Adiutrix. The freighter IDS Boxed Freight and the Submarine Tender IDS Salvage were also present supporting the fleet.

The Imperium it seemed took this new deployment by Vrak with the utmost seriousness. What would happen, one wondered. If Vrak dared use nuclear weapons?

Where other nations had arrived in Timaru and Moskau in smaller passenger aircraft, the Drakonians arrived in a massive jetliner. The Drakonian arrival had been nothing less than usual show of "Greatness, Power, and Authority" (an old Drakonian Adage). And the large aircraft was, as bystanders would note as it taxied along the runaway, nothing less than impressive. It was huge, with a shining white silver hull. There was a grouping of chromatic stripes vertically along the massive jet from nose to tail; a core line of gold, flanked by a pair of thin black, then a pair of red, and finally bordered by black. The tail and wingtips bore the circular Dragon Seal of the Imperium, featuring an impressive greyish purple Dragon.

The exiting of the goliath diplomatic transport was just as impressive. Walking in formation a pair of Praetorian Guards took positions to flank the landing dock. The Full Dress Uniforms of the Guardsmen were jet black, trimmed with highlights of royal purple and gold. Their uniform was much thick than the usual Full Dress Uniforms of the Guard, no doubt it was insulated against the cold, they might even have been wearing heated long underwear, but it was difficult to tell more than that they were adequately insulated and not appearing to be reacting to the climate. Both Praetorians wielded fully armed assault rifles, each tipped with a bayonet. Everything was well thought out and carried out with perfect ceremony.

As the Ambassador stepped from the aircraft, shivering a little (Drakonians like Glorious Humans, their neighbors, and Scandavians are used to a tropical environment), she also was flanked by a pair of Praetorian Guards. Her staff followed, including Leo Flavius who remained close to her. They were a small group of well-dressed suited individuals (under their heavy winter attire) and a team of Emirate New Network (ENN) reporters. Aisha Seius herself was heavily bundled in a white parka rimmed in artificial fur, it looked rather stylish and set off her dark black skin. As she passed the first two Praetorians saluted, smacking their right fists onto their chest just above their hearts, in perfect unison.

Approaching the Moskavite Representative, she inclined her head slightly (in a traditional Drakonian show of respect). "I greet you," she said. "With the hope and blessing of the Imperium on the long life of your nation. I hope we can avert the threat to your nation and began a long and prosperous relationship."

Last out of the aircraft was Captain Marcus Livius, wearing on his hip instead of the standard Drakonian Gladius Short Sword (like the other Guardsmen), a gold-filigreed rapier; he was followed by two more Praetorian Guardsmen.

Upon prompting Aisha would gladly enter the limousine, followed by Leo and the Captain. The rest of the Delegation and the reporters would file into the waiting vehicles, followed by the Praetorian Guardsmen (all in perfect parade unison).

1101 Zulu
Task Force Safequard
South Klatchian Sea, International Waters
IDS Wyrm

The Drakonian Task Force continued to steam toward the Glorious Human Carrier Group seemingly ignoring the New Shiron Aircraft and Drones. They were however watchful, but the Imperial Drakonian Navy knew well that Klatchians tended to prod to draw out a reaction, and the Commodore was not ready to react, just yet. And besides they were currently enjoying the air cover from the Glorious Humans, there was no need to worry to much about Klatch.

That is until the latest intelligence and orders was transmitted via direct LASER-communication from a satellite in orbit over Klatch. Immediately the fleet went to full alert, General Quarters being declared on every ship. A Combat Air Patrol was in the air in minutes of the transmission, and the one surfaced submarine disappeared beneath the waves. The two helicopters loading technicians, including a recently ordered group of nuclear engineers, were launched early, before the two fleets achieved optimum flight distance from each other, they were quickly joined by an Attack Helicopter as escort.

The Commodore was also prompt upon informing the Glorious Humans of the change of situation. "I have been informed by Imperial Navy Command, that Vrak has launched several Ballistic Missile Submarines, designed to carry nuclear weapons. Command believes this could be a prelude to another nuclear strike against the Imperium and is preparing to respond in full. I need not tell you the situation is critical. I have placed my forces on full alert and advise you to do the same. If Vrak does launch nuclear weapons, the Imperium will be forced to react to protect its very existence. You must understand that I will be force to react. Commodore David Stone, Out."

Unlike the first message this one was transmitted heavily encrypted by some of the strongest military encryption the Imperium had shared with Glorious Humanity. It would be unlikely that the Vrakians would be able to crack this code any time soon. The first one, no doubt, they already had.

It was generally know that the Imperium had abandoned its Nuclear, Biological, and Chemical weapons programs, scrapping its arsenal of those weapons in favor of more conventional weapons. It was also well-known that the Imperium possessed one of the world most effective Anti-Ballistic Missile Shields that however had not negated three of the over two hundred Dyell Beybian missiles that had been originally launched by their Tzar at the Imperium, nor did the Imperium regard it likely to negate all of another attack, despite its improvements since that terrible day. The Imperium would react to protect itself.

The Dark Sea
The Klatch was split into two halves by the Dark Sea. It was also the only route to Vrak and the outer shores of the Enclave of LOW. And the Dark Sea was the location of the Alconian Home Islands.

Which would explain why there were surface groups dotting the Dark Sea like flies on a ripe mellon. Captial ships of varying sizes, destroyers, cruisers, they all were just apparently waiting. Of course they were also sitting under fairly heavy air protection, and the entrances to the Dark Sea, the Squall Straits, Kravoli Straits, Haadigarian Straits and the Durakian Straits, were well known for having more surface, and bottom mounted sonar systems.

If the Drakonians attempted to get close to Vrak, well they would just annoy the one group of Klatchians not apparently intrested in getting into a fight. Of course it might be that the Alconians were up to something.

******
The Atlantic Ocean
There was actually several battlegroups in the North Atlantic. However these were hunter groups designed more for taking out small naval powers and commerce raiding. Their largest ship were the older Arx battlecruisers, primarily designed as a carrier killer, the ship's now served as a reason for forcing other navies to deploy larger resources to commerce protection.

And the battlegroups were actually shadowing Vaadian commerical assets.

Of course then one had to wonder where the Alconian Q-ships were. Obviously inferior in a stand-up fight against a warship, a surprise attack could likely knock out a lone frigate or destroyer.

The Macisikani that emerged from the plane could be divided in two; those wore the usual Victorian suits and dresses, though of heavier materials, and those clad in fur robes, giving the impression that they had stepped out of the days of Richard III. In either case, the climate didn't bother them at all, in fact the Baron was rather enjoying it.

Apart from deRenci, there was the usual miscellaneous minor member of the clergy, and a single legal advisor. They'd been accompanied by Secretary of State for Imperial Security guards; interchangeable young men and women in black suits with hearing problems who doubled as assistants, though deRenci had a pair of his personal household guard with him.

True to their form, the diplomats were unfailingly polite and quiet, exchanging greetings with the diplomat sent to greet them, then clamming up until they got to the Orient, where they thanked the diplomat, and went inside. The guards might as well have been deaf mutes.

If Dzerzhinksy had been expecting the UIK press to latch on to all and sundry when they arrived, he'd be sorely disappointed; they congregated at the bar, retrieved drinks, then adjourned to a discreet distance from the dignitaries, chatting to each other about office gossip. In Macisikan, attempting to interview people while they were enjoying a quiet drink was considered rude.

Inside the hotel, deRenci and his fellow envoys hung back from the bar; they weren't particularly thirsty, and instead preferred to exchange small talk and observe; deRenci hadn't been told to seek anyone out, and had no real reason to.

At Port Gordon, in the Jiggedy island group near the Gonad Pennisula, the entire New Shiron Maritime Detachment, Earth was steaming out to sea with the exception a cruiser undergoing refit, and the destroyer "Vixen" shadowing a task force at sea, the fleet of 10 Admiral Sprague Assault Carriers, 11 Monarch class cruisers, 35 Ardent class destroyers, and 12 Queen Samantha class submarines were steaming out at 10 knots (the best speed for the submarines) escorted by an umbrella of Sea Dragonflys conducting ASW searches, and F22Ds flying cover.

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Once they reached deep water, the fleet, under the command of Fleet Admiral Wade McClusky split up into task groups and speed up to 15 knots, while the submarines went deep, their Sealion II subfighters deployed ahead to act as underwater scouts.

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The fleet was heading south south east to take up patrol stations to be in position to act against any hostile forces off the Dyelli Byebi coast.

Meanwhile, in space, a flotilla of 6 corvettes remained overhead, to provide ABM coverage. Another pair of corvettes were launched from Gordon Bay to begin identifying potential enemy space assets.

The Fleet was shortly after designated the 101st Fleet for JDF identification.

"Next you need to travel to where you will be debreifed. The vessel will undergo a scan..." The aide turned and continued down the quay towards a small blue vehicle. It looked like a dolop of some light blue material, it was almost a round sphere but for the bottom. A hatch opened in gull wing style and the aide indicated she should enter.

"This robot transport shall take you to the proper location. It has been programed not to respond to voice commands changing the route."

********
Palmer and Collins were escored through a hatch and up some stairs to the upper level of the building. Here there were a few guards milling about, obviously to deal with any problems the Dyellian crew might give them.

The sub-officer walked over to a hatch that opened automatically revealing a control room of sorts. Various humans stood playing with computer terminals. It was quite odd since the locals used something that looked like two massive trackballs mounted onto a steeringwheel to type rather than a flat keyboard.

The windows of the room over looked The Perfect in her rubber/steel harness above the concrete floor of the dry dock. From here it was obvious how much smaller she was than the ships designed to fit into the dock.

An officer in a dark black uniform with an obvious syilized bird on his shoulder was looking down of the Dyellian Monitor. He turned when the pair entered the control room.

"Ah Admiral Collins, So nice of you to join me. It has occured to us you, and your second in command, might know something of this Himmler matter. As such I have been asked to inform you that your cooperation would be appreciated. And would allow us to convince the Overlord to grant you both asylum from your rather numerous and large enemies."

Davies nodded and shrugged, "Not like I'd have even thought to try."

She gave the aide a curious look, "I take it then that my destination is somewhere I might not necessarily want to go?"

Davies didn't wait for a reply, just shrugged again, "Thank you, I guess I should be going then."

She entered the transport.

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Palmer and Collins looked at each other, the both spoke at once,

"OK." Collins replied, while Palmer asked, "Where is the Commisaar?"

Collins raised a and, quientening her second in command, "We can come to that in a moment. We will answer all questions, but unfortunately you've already got the person with all the info, anything I tell you is second hand off her."

"Fire away, I'll answer what I can." Collnis concluded.

Palmer was staring at her back, an incredulous expression on his face. Throughout the jouney she had done her utmost to make every Officer's life a misery, yet now she was being quite cordial.

Dzerzhinsky gave Sadira a knowing smile, "I suspect Soult ordered it. It was the best of many ideas he came up with to undermine the Government. What better way to discredit Collins than to have it be known that his publically repentant wife was up to her old tricks again, nearly provoking a war. What better way to convince the people they needed a strong man in charge?"

He laughed, "But no I will not openly declare that I believe this. All the evidence I have is circumstantial."

The limousine left. It would return to the Orient later, in case the Scandavians wanted to leave the hotel, but for now it bore Felix a few blocks across the city to the city's main square, the Beratz Ulterdrig where the KGB had offices.

Once inside, Dzerzhinsky made his way to his office. It was a nice office, much nicer than his Cyro one, overlooking an enclosed courtyard. Last week he had had some 50 odd people executed in that courtyard, but now it was quiet, the cobbles covered by a thin layer of snow, deserted apart from a cold looking guard huddled under a pillar. Dzerzhinsky did not regret the executions, they had been necessary to rid Moskau of the Mafia, just as he held no real regrets over betraying Adelle Collins. It was all necessary for the survival of the State.

Once inside he read over a few memos and transcripts. He chortled as he read what the Klatchians had said about 'young dragons', screwing the not up and tossing it into the waste paper basket. He pressed a button on his desk, activating the intercom with his recetionist, "Helen ...... thank you for communicating the Klatchian request to me. We'll make them wait a little longer though, can't have them thinking we come running to their beck and call can we? I think we'll have the Drakonians sent through to KGB HQ before the hotel, can you send through to their driver ...... Could you get a pot of tea sent through as well? ...... Thank you."

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At the airport the Diplomat, bowed in return to the Drakonians, "Welcome to the Federation of Timaru and Moskau." he intoned, "Likewise we hope that through these negotiations we will achieve a lasting peace with the Imperium that will bear economic fruit in due time."

"Please." he indicated the limousine.

Midway through the journey to the Oriental, the message from the KGB came through on the radio, and a conversation in Moskauan was carried out between the diplomat, driver and person on the far side of the radio, "May I suggest we make a small detour?" the Diplomat finally suggested in English, "The KGB have requested to meet with you in their offices. They are only a few blocks from the hotel, and there will be refreshments provided for the bodyguards in one of the conference rooms... the press can go ahead."

"Of course." the diplomat added, "It is over to you, you do not need to attend if you feel you need to freshen up first."

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Economic Aside

Helmut Cola was produced in the new Federation, but it's main factory was in Alexigrad, a city just North of Cyro, and much of what Moskau consumed was produced there. This meant that the price of the highly alcoholic and slightly poisonous soft drink had sky rocketed in recent weeks. Not that this meant anything to the Var who had requested the drink as the Moskauan Government was supplying everything for free.

Within an hour Command General Lucane's supersonic Marathon Transport was touching down in Timaru and Mosakau. It was flying with a diplomatic transponder and requested to land immediately. If anyone asked, it was explained that the Command General had been sent on a fact finding mission to report to the Council about the possible disposition that the Free Republic should give to the new 'Republic' to it's northeast.

Command General Lucane disembarked, his blood red uniform stood in stark contrast to the snow swirling about him, he looked unarmed and apart from the pilot and co-pilot, traveled with no bodyguard or anyone else for that matter.

He turned to whomever had greeted him and asked in even tones "Where is the delegation from the Glorious Kingdom of Vrak?"

"Of course," Aisha replied calmly, however she did throw a glance at Leo and the Praetorian Guard Captain. Leo nodded his agreement. "I have no need to freshen up, Drakonian Diplomatic Aircraft are well furnished with amenities. They can even serve as flying embassies, hence their size." She smiled, wondering what this change might mean, nothing good she would wager. Probably troubling news from the rest of Klatch.

Davies nodded and shrugged, "Not like I'd have even thought to try."

She gave the aide a curious look, "I take it then that my destination is somewhere I might not necessarily want to go?"

Davies didn't wait for a reply, just shrugged again, "Thank you, I guess I should be going then."

She entered the transport.


Davies did not get a reply.

The unit took off like a bat out of hell, accelerating past various other peices of equipment before turning off into a tunnel. There were a few similar vehicles all passing the other direction.

The robot A.I. of the car said nothing, just played something that sounded like whales chanting just in the background. The car left the tunnel and appeared on the Var version of a highway. There were no lines between the lanes, just the occasional odd symbol. And the opposite traffic was too far off to actually see.

The countryside was rolling here, feilds in fallow now that it was late fall. Fruit trees, the occasional greenhouse farm. Really the place looked peaceful and tranquil, although a bit empty perhaps.

The ride lasted over thirty minutes, but finally the robot car pulled off the highway and towards a compound of buildings built into the side of a hill. They were all pleasent, with blue tile between long thin bands of windows.

The vehicle went through another tunnel and entered a space behind one of the buildings. There was another building behind the ones fronting in the side of the hill. This one looked more like a prision. Unadorned concrete and narrow tall windows gave it a fortress like quality. The vehicle stopped under a bridge conecting the two bulidnings.

A blond woman wearing a lab coat, and backed up by two armed men stepped forward as the door opened. "Commisar Davies, welcome I am er...Doctor Yata of House Bethra. Please follow me..."

The woman turned and led Davies into the more forboding building. The white hallway was drenched in light. It looked like some sort of government labratory. The doctor placed her hand on a green panel, the door opened to reveal a lift.

"So Commisar Davies, I understand you are a elf-terran, human-terran mix? Is there any medical conditions I should know about before we begin?"

********

Palmer and Collins looked at each other, the both spoke at once,

"OK." Collins replied, while Palmer asked, "Where is the Commisaar?"

Collins raised a and, quientening her second in command, "We can come to that in a moment. We will answer all questions, but unfortunately you've already got the person with all the info, anything I tell you is second hand off her."

"Fire away, I'll answer what I can." Collnis concluded.

Palmer was staring at her back, an incredulous expression on his face. Throughout the jouney she had done her utmost to make every Officer's life a misery, yet now she was being quite cordial.
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The man nodded,

"Quite Admiral, however a more formal debreifing is required. After all you were the wife of the head of your former state. As such you may have more..." he paused for a moment,
"Soft intelligence that we may find useful in dealing with Soult and Himmler."

The man pointed to another door out of the room, walking towards it. "I feel that we should go somewhere more comfortable to discuss such matter do you not Admiral?"

Palmer's question was left unaswered at the moment.

Moskau

"Thank you for your welcome, sir," Millhouse replied, returning the bow. "And thank you for your suggestion, as well," she added with a small smile. "It is a might chilly, isn't it?" She and her delegation moved to the waiting vehicles. As soon as she climbed inside, Millhouse couldn't help a sigh of relief. The heated car was definitely to her liking.

"When will this conference be beginning?" she asked when they were all settled. "We are very eager to know this Moskau's plans for the future, and how we might help ensure that future."

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The Sealord

"Admiral, message from the Drakonians." the comms officer, a sublieutenant, handed the paper containing the Drakonian message to his commander.

"Thanks. Proceed," Manchester replied. He looked down at the message and read it. Then he read it again. Then he groaned. "Oh shit." Within moments he was at the telepath station, handing them the message.

"Relay it to Naval Command, and add that I want more telekinetics," he ordered. As the telepaths went about their job, Manchester moved on to his comms officer.

"Acknowledge the message, and let the Drakonians know it's been forwarded," he told that man. This was about to get a whole lot more interesting. "Then get me supply. We're going to need to put out some ASW now."

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The War Room

The SCs were assembled again, all except for Hanoway, and watching the mess of ships get steadily thicker. Arrows at the edges of the screen indicated the positions of approaching ships not close enough to be on the map yet, each arrow color-coded for the nation it represented. Hanoway was five minutes late, and everyone was wondering what was happening.

Abruptly the naval SC strode into the room, a stack of papers in her hand. She also had someone with her.

"What took you so long?" Swete asked her.

"What are you doing?" Ablegard demanded a second later, when he recognized the man with Hanoway.

"To answer the first, I was delayed by a quick visit to President Albert's office, and by some new communications from Sealord," she answered Swete first. "And to answer you," she continued to Ablegard. "I'm getting some bullshit out of the way. The President's cleared it, Lawrence Soros will be promoted to SC of the Psi Corp as soon as the current crisis is over. For now, he's been invested with emergency authority equivalent to that office by the President. He's one of us now, people, so let's get to work."

"You've gotta be kidding," Albergard growled.

"No, I'm not," Hanoway said evenly. "The Psi Corp doesn't belong to the Army anymore Herb, it's now recognized as its own branch, and it's high time it got an SC so we could get things done more efficiently. You don't like it, take it up with President Albert. As I said, he authorized it. Now, to work."

Ablegard didn't say anything else out loud, just grumbled to himself. Hanoway brought Soros to the table and gave him a quick rundown of what was going on. Then she passed her papers around to the group. "Alright, new business. Sealord just forwarded a message from the Drakonians. Vrak just put their boomers to sea."

"All of them?" Washington asked.

"Quite a few, we think," Hanoway answered. "Of course, the Drakonians freak out when one Klatchian nuke sub heads out, so we don't know exactly how many are out there. We're trying to ascertain for ourselves exactly how many have put to sea."

"Well, this ups the ante a little," Swete commented. "What are the chances the Vrakians will shoot?"

"At us? Practically nil," Hanoway answered. "At Drakonia, I suppose it depends on how belligerent they're feeling. But my guess, and Director Fox concurs, is that Vrak is most likely intending to use the boomers to intimidate Timaru & Moskau. They'll probably mention them quietly to the Moskavites at some point, probably right after they make a demand."

"But do you think they'll back the threat?" Swete pressed. "Glassing a nation is a dangerous game. Especially hitting one on their own doorstep."

"Fox thinks they're scared," Hanoway said. "Scandavian States and Drakonia are both avowed enemies of the Klatch, and everything is getting dangerously close to a shooting war. The walruses are probably starting to feel cornered."

"With that Scandavian fleet, I can't really blame them," Ablegard commented.

"Me neither," Hanoway replied. "Still, Albert gave me some directives. We are to step up our air coverage, and he wants an emergency airlift of Defuser missiles sent out to Sealord to mount on her planes, just in case."

"Consider it done," Washington said. "I'll get some missiles moving immediately."

"Also, Manchester wants more telekinetics on his ships. We're sending a large group with the reinforcements, but those are aways away, and he wants them now just in case."

"I can get some more together," Soros told her. "But also, if it's urgent, couldn't you get some planes out to airlift the ones from the reinforcement fleet? There's at least a thousand on those ships, if you moved them forward by plane, they could be in position to protect our ships right quick."

"I already thought of that," Hanoway agreed. "I've sent messages to the carriers going north to start sending the telekinetics forward. But we need more."

"Alright, I think I can get together a couple hundred more for a quick deployment," Soros said. "I'll throw in some telepaths too, so they can coordinate this mess."

"Good," Hanoway agreed. "Now, next order of business. Florence, Manchester also requested more sonobouys. He's already started dropping his supply out to catch anybody approaching his ships, but he's going to need more. Can I put those on your planes too?"

"Absolutely," she answered.

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The ocean around Sealord

Twenty miles outside the outer perimeter of destroyers, Razor planes raced out over the water, dropping small, cyclindrical devices that landed with splashes and sank just a couple feet under the water before their internal bouyancy stabilized them. From each such device a long whiplike antenna stuck out above the water, swaying with the current and wind. These were sonobouys, electronic detectors. Not mines, they were simply an early warning system. If one detected the passage of a submarine, it would broadcast an alert to the fleet. The planes dropped them in a radius around the Glorious Human ships, starting at twenty nautical miles and extending out to fifty miles in a three hundred and sixty degree perimeter.

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Reachstar Orbital Platform

Glorious Humanity's primary space station and shipyards was abuzz with activity, but none of it seemed unusual, save for the X-20s coming and going in regular intervals. Since the station also served as a dropoff point for supplies and trade goods bound for the planet surface, there were several foreign cargo ships dropping things off or picking things up, and a steady stream of shuttles moving goods down to the spaceports below. The Space Defense and Exploration Fleet had only standard patrols nearby, about a dozen warships total, eight destroyers, a heavy cruiser, a carrier which was not contributing planes to the planetside patrols, and a couple ships not immediately identifiable, unless one knew the GH fleet.

If they did, they would know these were Psi ships, destroyer-sized vessels with whole crews of Psi Corp personnel. These ships were only lightly armed, but they didn't really need conventional weapons. Their crews carried more firepower in their heads than whole fleets of more conventional warships.

The destroyers were cruising around in pairs, the carrier was sitting still a short distance from the station with the cruiser and psi ships alongside it, within the patrol perimeter of the destroyers. There were also fighters of course, some X-20s that were not part of the planetside patrols making regular circuits around the station, mostly sticking close to the destroyers, but occaisionally darting out to sweep past an approaching ship or heading back to the station for shift changes. Overall, there did not appear to be any major preparation for a space action, everyone was just going about their business. Occaisionally a destroyer pair would leave their patrol route to escort incoming or outgoing ships to and from Reachstar, but this was standard behavior. It seemed that the fighter wings heading down to the planet were the only thing active at the moment.

As the New Shiron corvettes approached, the GHS Asben picked them up on sensors and hailed them. "Approaching spacecraft, this is GHS Asben. Please identify yourselves and state your business." If the Shironese were making any attempt to intercept GH transmissions, they would've picked up the same message repeated a half dozen times to different approaching vessels. The Glorious Humans knew the Shironese were there, but they didn't seem too concerned about the scout party.

Moskau

As the New Shiron corvettes approached, the GHS Asben picked them up on sensors and hailed them. "Approaching spacecraft, this is GHS Asben. Please identify yourselves and state your business." If the Shironese were making any attempt to intercept GH transmissions, they would've picked up the same message repeated a half dozen times to different approaching vessels. The Glorious Humans knew the Shironese were there, but they didn't seem too concerned about the scout party.

Aboard the patrol corvette SPT107, Lieutenant Commander Mike Waldron caually reponded.

"New Shiron patrol squadron 11, on routine patrol in international space."

That should be enough for them he decided, he wasn't heading directly toward the platform, and his squadron was over international waters or Klatchian waters at this point. If the Glorious Humans (ooc ?) got too cranky, each of his corvettes carried 9 Kali Antiship torpedoes, and he intended to launch and run like hell if it came to it. But theoritically New Shiron and the FKC were at peace internationally at the moment.

For now it was important to stay on station. Each of his corvettes was carrying 24 Thor missiles in the racks, and 200 Thor and 40 Zeus missiles in the magazines. Firepower the FKC and JDF might need.

Having the Lords of War and the rest of the New Shiron Sol System fleet available as back up was comforting as well.

Elsewhere in orbit, 2 more corvettes patrolled, but stayed well out of LEO, just checking ownership of various assets. They were armed the same, but made sure to respond appropriately as well to any queries.

Davies' sense of forboding wasn't helped by the fact that the building she seemed destined for looked so hard to get out of. Meeting some kind of what she assumed to be medical scientist straight off was equally unforseen and worrying. When spoken to, she managed a reply, "Not exactly." she shook her head.

"But I can't really explain it very well." she continued, "No... no medical conditions, Racially I'm quite prone to auto immune disease but very unlikely to fall ill to infection. Non fatal wounds tend to heal quickly and with little scaring."

She swallowed nervously as the lift began to move, "I'm here now, I can't exactly go anywhere. Are you going to tell me what you're planning to do to me now?"

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Collins nodded, "Alright, I guess you have a point, I had met Soult once or twice."

She sighed, "Somewhere comfortable would be nice, Captain Palmer has been telling me I should be 'taking it easy'."

Palmer glanced at his superior but said nothing.

Bernard Kay obligingly poured Millhouse a glass of Vodka when she got into the limousine, "Conference begining you ask? Well as soon as you and the Drakonians arrive at the hotel."

In the background there was chatter on the limousine radio, it was in Moskauan, which wasn't useful to anyone eavesdropping, "Oh well looks like you'll have some time at the bar." Kay commented, his accent was fairly thick, sounding almost Irish: It immediately made him stand out as a Dyellian.

The limousine allocated to Glorious humanity was unusual, it was electric and almost totally silent as it glided into the city, passing a patrol of mounted police, their horses' breath misting in the cold air.

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The Drakonians were driven into a huge square, traffic was constricted to four lanes around the outside, the Beratz Ulterdrig was easily 100 metres on each side. A Cathedral dominated one end, a mass of spires and onion domes, while at the other end was what looked like a huge 17th century palace, tall elegant windows and a flat roof gave it a slight resemblance to the palace at Versailles. Right now there seemed to be a team of workmen shovelling snow off the roof.

They headed for neither building, instead they turned up outside a far more modest two storey building which had probably been the home of some wealthy merchant in the 19th century. A new sign was hung over the solid oak doors declaring this was 'KGB Moskau Berla'. At some point someone had excavated under it to build a garage, but the Drakonian diplomats were dropped off at the doors. The guards were taken downstairs where the cars were parked in a rather large and mostly unused parking lot. They were taken to an underground tea room, which in Moskau translated to vodka room.

Upstairs the diplomats were led into an entry foyer, where the Dyellian diplomat was forced to wait, seating himself on a carved chair with plush red velvet cushioning. "Please if you'd hand over any weapons now." the man at the front desk requested politely.

They were then sent through a metal detector, which seemed to have been switched off for them. The front desk had been advised it wouldn't do to frisk diplomats.

A series of long chambers led to a meeting room which overlooked a snow filled courtyard. A round, polished walnut table with matching chairs for eight had been set up. The room already had someone in it, although it wasn't Felix Dzerzhinsky, it was a woman in her early twenties wearing a white blouse and a long grey skirt that didn't appear to be any form of uniform. She stood up when the Drakonians were ushered in, giving them an inquiring look before begining, "Welcome to Moskau." she said in an accent, which picked her out as Dyellian, "Sorry to have shuffled you good people along a bit. Dzerzhinsky wanted to speak to you in private before letting you guys lose amongst the pigeons."

Suddenly she clapped a hand to her forhead, "I'm sorry, I'm so rude... allow myself to introduce myself, Chlarissa Dashwood, Assistant Director of KGB Moskau. Mr Dzerzhinsky will be along in a minute, but for now he has asked me to get you settled. Would any of you like a drink? Do'nt worry we're well stocked, by that I mean there is more than just Vodka."

Dashwood was a pretty girl, in a slim athletic sort of way, with black shoulder length hair and dark brown eyes. What she was not was one of the stunningly beautiful women Dzerzhinsky had been famous for recruiting, believing that men would spill their hearts to a woman they desired. This indicated she probably had skills beyond being able to smile nicely and wear a low cut top...

In fact her skills lay in killing people and blowing things up. She had been the one who had planned then led the Spetsnaz raid on Dyelli Beybi that had freed Dzerzhinsky and so enraged Soult. It had earned her the rank of 'Third most wanted political disident' in Dyelli Beybi (after Adelle Collins and Dzerzhinsky himself). The Klatchians, (if they remembered her snatching of the Neo Tyr Princess from under their noses,) probably wouldn't be overly fond of the former Commisaar either. The Drakonians may have known some or all of this depending upon how widely their briefing on people they might encounter had been.

Davies' sense of forboding wasn't helped by the fact that the building she seemed destined for looked so hard to get out of. Meeting some kind of what she assumed to be medical scientist straight off was equally unforseen and worrying. When spoken to, she managed a reply, "Not exactly." she shook her head.

"But I can't really explain it very well." she continued, "No... no medical conditions, Racially I'm quite prone to auto immune disease but very unlikely to fall ill to infection. Non fatal wounds tend to heal quickly and with little scaring."

She swallowed nervously as the lift began to move, "I'm here now, I can't exactly go anywhere. Are you going to tell me what you're planning to do to me now?"


The doctor laughed, "No reason to be scared Commisaar. Usually this proceedure is done...I think the terran term is out-patient care? Anyway you were sent here primarily because your the first individual with your genetic background we've done this on."

The doors opened and she stepped out, letting Davies keep up with her. It was a long hallway with white tile walls brightly lit, almost painfully. "What we are exactly going to do is give you a specially designed neuro-drug. It is essentially designed to 'grab' the neurons that are used for short term memory and temporarily rewire it for long term memory recall."

She paused at a door with a guard standing at it and placed her hand on a red panel. "You'll experience the sensation of re-living the past, like going to one of your entertainment flat screen shows I suppose."

The door opened to reveal a small cubicle. It had a sink, toilet, and shower on one side and a long bench on the other. The far wall contained a door also. "However, you won't remember anything because your short term memory will be doing other things. You'll wake up tommorrow feeling slightly groggy and wondering what happened." The Doctor paused and pointed to a pair of folded clothes on the bench.

"Please change into that blue sweats if you will, less constrictive garments will be helpful."

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Collins nodded, "Alright, I guess you have a point, I had met Soult once or twice."

She sighed, "Somewhere comfortable would be nice, Captain Palmer has been telling me I should be 'taking it easy'."

Palmer glanced at his superior but said nothing.

The LOW officer really didn't notice the odd comment, or take notice. "Fine then we shall head to my office." The door opened onto a concrete platform, there was a blue robot car, almost identical to the one Davies had just used.

The door of the vehicle opened and the officer indicated they should enter. The officer followed sitting across from them. "You may call me Mister Teddy, I am a member of the House of Crawfnord's internal security detachment. We are quite intrested in everything you know about Soult. And everything you know about Otto Himmler."

He turned and gave orders in some gutteral whale like lanquage. The vehicle dropped twenty feet to the quay below and began to slowly move past a large bus like object. The crew of The Perfect were being directed aboard as the exited the building.

"Now then...Soult gained a reputation fighting the pointy eared terrans of the Gonad? How is it that he is now apparently working with a pointy-eared terran? Just montary gain, over indulgence of his desire for power, or something more."

The car followed the same route that Davies did earlier. However it stopped infront of the far more pleasent outside building rather than going to the interior structure.

Davies' alarm seemed to drop off somewhat... somewhat, when she discovered she hadn't arrived in some unusual torture chamber. She recovered enough at least to give a wide smile, "You don't seriously expect me to wear a sweat suit? I look far better in uniform." she joked, "Anywhere I can change?"

She picked up the sweats with a dubious look, "So what actually happens, am I going to try to reenact stuff or will it be more dreamlike with a bit of twitching? I'm also a bit curious as to how you'll get the right memories to come out as opposed to say memories of my childhood... you might want to see something from a few months back, a meeting I had with Felix, just before he got arrested, as well as the stuff from a few weeks ago; the latest battle in Cyro."

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Collins looked tired, "Well Mr Teddy, you can call me Mrs Collins, I'm not oficially an Admiral anymore, I feel funny using the title."

She followed Teddy in silence. There was a part of her that found his name ammusing, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to even smile at the thought. Grief still gripped her, numbing her to any happiness.

At the mention of Soult fighting then helping elves, Palmer spoke up, "Actually I doubt Soult knows that Himmler is an elf. He doesn't have the ears, he would never suspect, nobody ever suspected for years. Trish... eh Commisaar Davies thinks that Soult was just gullible, he dreams of power, he imagines Himmler will help him. Commisaar Davies believes he will in fact attempt to kill Soult and every other Dyellian he can get his hands on."

Davies' alarm seemed to drop off somewhat... somewhat, when she discovered she hadn't arrived in some unusual torture chamber. She recovered enough at least to give a wide smile, "You don't seriously expect me to wear a sweat suit? I look far better in uniform." she joked, "Anywhere I can change?"

She picked up the sweats with a dubious look, "So what actually happens, am I going to try to reenact stuff or will it be more dreamlike with a bit of twitching? I'm also a bit curious as to how you'll get the right memories to come out as opposed to say memories of my childhood... you might want to see something from a few months back, a meeting I had with Felix, just before he got arrested, as well as the stuff from a few weeks ago; the latest battle in Cyro."


"See? No...the procedure helps your memory recall. So it will be a plain, simple question and answer session on our part. Of course you won't remember what we asked so follow-up questions have to be exact. You on the other hand will be having a very vivid dream. And this is the changing room, there is a hanger on the back of the door for your uniform. Just go through that door when you've changed and I'll meet you on the other side."

The door closed leaving Davies to ponder what lay behind door number two.
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Collins looked tired, "Well Mr Teddy, you can call me Mrs Collins, I'm not oficially an Admiral anymore, I feel funny using the title."

She followed Teddy in silence. There was a part of her that found his name ammusing, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to even smile at the thought. Grief still gripped her, numbing her to any happiness.

At the mention of Soult fighting then helping elves, Palmer spoke up, "Actually I doubt Soult knows that Himmler is an elf. He doesn't have the ears, he would never suspect, nobody ever suspected for years. Trish... eh Commisaar Davies thinks that Soult was just gullible, he dreams of power, he imagines Himmler will help him. Commisaar Davies believes he will in fact attempt to kill Soult and every other Dyellian he can get his hands on."

As the car hummed along the motorway, the agent Mister Teddy nodded. "I am then curious about the relationship between the two, Himmler and Soult."

"OK." Davies replied. She didn't quite understand why she needed to go through this whole proceedure, but if it was what she needed to do for the Var to trust her then so be it.

She changed quickly into the unusual foreign clothing. In principal she knew what 'sweats' were, but Davies was from Cyro where 24 hours a day, 7 days a week the place boiled.

She stepped through into the next room, trying (and succeeding) in hiding the fact that she was still more than a little dubious as to this kind of medical procedure.

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Collins shrugged in the car, "Frankly, Mr Teddy, I didn't know they'd even met before the Commisaar appeared with the news. I wouldn't have believed a word of it had she not had papers to prove at least half of her story, the important half, the bit about Himmler and his weapons. She still hasn't given any evidence that he isn't human."

"Although." Palmer butted in, "I believe her. She's honest."

"She's a Chekist." Collins snarled.

"Was a Chekist." Palmer corrected mildly, "Besides, they're not all rotten."

"OK." Davies replied. She didn't quite understand why she needed to go through this whole proceedure, but if it was what she needed to do for the Var to trust her then so be it.

She changed quickly into the unusual foreign clothing. In principal she knew what 'sweats' were, but Davies was from Cyro where 24 hours a day, 7 days a week the place boiled.

She stepped through into the next room, trying (and succeeding) in hiding the fact that she was still more than a little dubious as to this kind of medical procedure.


The room Davies stepped into was circular. Around the outside walls was quite dim, various odd carts lined the walls. And it looked like there were glass windows. In the center of the room was a lounge chair. It looked more like a dentist's chair than anything else, although a fairly flush dentist.

Above the chair around in a circle were various instruments retracted up into the cealing. Whatever they were used for, they were not being used for this procedure apparently. The only thing near the table was a long slender floating rod, similar to what the sub-officer had aboard The Perfect but this one had six arms along its body. It also had three layers of semi-circular trays with various objects on them.

The doctor turned and shook her head. "Ah, good take a seat Davies." She waited until Davies sat down. The chair changed shape such that the Commisar was now reclining back.

"Now we are taking steps not normally procribed for this but your the first of your kind under this treatment." The doctor held out a small black wrist band.
"This is a blood pressure, heart rate monitor." The doctor strapped it across Davies wrist. "These are er...neuron firing monitors." She held up two small stick on patches with small black boxes and attached them to Davies temples. "And this is the drug." The robot handed a device to the doctor.

It looked like a syringe pump attached to some sort of small, gray pad. The doctor removed the outer covering and then pressed the pad against the Commisaars neck. An odd tingling sensation and then nothing.

In Davies body, the drug was pumped into her brain. The Var had arrived on Terra with a whole host of technologies. Included in that was an understanding of cell use and exterior protein coverings. That was that each cell type had diffrences in the protein structure of their outerwall. What was even more intresting was that the neurons of the brain diffrentiated themselves by slightly variances in the protein structure. The drug (who's name is unpronoucable in english) was designed to latch on to the protein conformation for short term memory and make it reform into the conformation for long term memory. At least as long as it stayed in the person's blood stream.

(OOC: A somewhat wild idea based on two facts. Variance in proteins on cell types and recent investigations into protein/DNA diagnostic testing. Seems 'conformation' is as important as anything else...)

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Mr. Teddy paused in thought for a moment. "If I might ask where are the papers you just mentioned? They might be helpful in moving the walruses. Also when and where did you meet Soult, and what were your opinions of him?"

The group of people was gathered in an amazingly ornate room, seeming very much the picture of the Age of Imperialism. The room’s architecture and feel was that of Anglo-Romanic origins, yet there was a feel of strong Caribbean culture as well. It was large and mostly empty; there were various ornate and amazingly crafted chairs adorning the walls, as well as spectacular and old works of art. There were several doors in the great room, one set of double doors indicating the major entrance, with a pair of doors on opposite ends of the room. Directly across from the double doors was large window, so big, it included a long wide window seat. It ran almost all the way to the ceiling, which was a quite a distance. The ceiling itself was amazing as well, mostly it was plain, but in the center running the length of the room was a mural of a great black-purple Dragon.

Those assembled sat around a great meeting table that ran much of the length of the room. It incorporated in its ornate and crafted design, inlays of Dragons, Great Cats, Wolves, and Birds of Prey and a long flat display monitor had been set along the length of its center, for all to see. At the head of the vast conference table sat Praetor Augustus Drake, the well-exercised middle age man, still hung onto the last little appearance of youth in all but face. His face belayed untold ages, mainly around his violet eyes. He nodded to the man standing indicating he could continue.

The others around the room were some of the highest officials in the Imperium. The Supreme Commanders of the Imperial Drakonian Military were clear resplendent in their military uniforms, but civilian officials outnumbered them. Sitting closest to the Praetor was his Chief Advisor Nathan Lamb in a crisp business suit, across from him Diana Minerva, Director of the Drakonian Diplomatic Corps. Next to the Chief Advisor was also the Senate Speaker. There were also at least another half-dozen government officials in this closed meeting of the Advisory Council to the Praetorship, no aides were in attendance this time.

Having been prompted, Director of the Drakonian Intelligence Agency, Arleigh Markenson gestured to the monitor in the center of the conference table. The map of the Klatchian continent and its surroundings zoomed in the portion of it including Lords of War, Timaru and Moskau, and the lands north of each controlled by Orcs. Red areas indicated military deployments there, and a serious of satellite pictures of those forces expanded around the map. They were marked up, indicating the identification of armor, artillery, and troops. "You can see clearly here in these pictures the Vrakian deployments north of Lords of war. Along with their deployment of Ballistic Missile Submarines, we believe these Mobile Missile Launchers--" Some of the pictures indicated these very units. "--to be possibly equipped with Nuclear Weapons. We also suspect the deployment of Tactical Nuclear and Chemical munitions for their large artillery." There were also pictures, which expanded to reveal these units and their munitions supplies.

The Supreme Commander of the Imperial Drakonian Navy, Grand Admiral Li Zahn, was the first to respond. "To what end," he asked.

The reply was chilling. "Scorched Earth." There were shocked looks around the table. "We believe Vrak may be preparing to make an example out of Timaru and Moskau, to discourage further division among the coastal States."

"You can't be serious!" Someone objected. "Surely this is just another Vrakian fear tactic."

"I don't believe so." The Director of Intelligence responded promptly. "I'm beginning to believe it possible that the Vrakians are playing at a much larger game." He paused collecting his thoughts, then presented the facts to back up his supposition. "We have been monitoring the Vrakian deployments to Fasta Benj and the Vrak/Dyelli Beybian border. We have also been watching the deployment of their fleet to shadow the Ilek-Vaad fleet in the South Klatchian Sea--"

"You’re suggesting that Vrak is playing to gain control of Klatch?" It was the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Drakonian Armed Forces who figured out where the Director was going with his line of reasoning.

"I am saying this could be the worst Civil War in the history of Klatch. We could be seeing the destruction of the Federation. I am also saying we could see Vrak becoming the next Super State on the Klatchian continent." He paused momentarily. "And why not? They possess the largest military in their region, excepting the Klatchian Joint Defense Forces they were only closely challenged by Dyelli Beybi, and their fractured by Civil War themselves."

"But that entire continent is so militarized it be insane to think they could pulled that off," came another objection.

"Insane and Klatch are rather closely related words," shot back the Director's reply. "Its more of an unorthodox action than anything else; unorthodox and unexpected. However, that is only a possible estimation at what is going on in that continent. Its clear something is, even the Alconans are mobilizing forces. This is a powder keg situation and if Klatch acts united, Timaru and Moskau is doomed."

Diana Minerva nodded. "Everything could hang on the outcome of the diplomatic missions in Moskau. Or it could very well spiral out of control despite and during those negotiations. Obviously, international recognition of Timaru and Moskau has only aggravated the situation. Yet, I am still of the opinion that it stands the best chance of resolving this in favor of Moskavite Independence."

"Indeed," the Intelligence Director replied, gesturing at map again. This time it zoomed out the whole of Klatch and his gesture flew over the fleets South of Dyelli Beybi and those moving in the Dark Sea. "Klatch certain still has to solve the problem of yet another rebellion in Dyelli Beybi and its repercussions."

"That includes Timaru and Moskau," the Imperial Drakonian Armed Forces commander added.

"Yes," was the acknowledgement. "It does."

The scenery they passed, as they approached their destination, was not lost on Aisha Seius. "Amazing architecture," she said quietly in an awed voice. Prompting the Captain to look up from his surveillance of their hosts to look out the windows in the limousine.

Leo Flavius, who had been (out of old habits) mentally memorizing their route, took a moment to admiring the view. "Yes," he replied, remembering he was more of a diplomat than an agent on this mission. He had retired from the intelligence business after all. He kept reminding himself that. "Almost reminds one of home. Its different, yet stems from much of the same period and shares quite a lot in common with our architecture."

Aisha nodded her agreement; she was not as well versed in architecture as Leo, but could see the wisdom in his analysis.

And then they were to their destination. They were hung up at the security checkpoint only a moment, as Captain Marcus Livius surrendered his pistol (a rather large and heavy weapon for a handgun). He did not however remove his sword.

When they arrived in the next room and met with Chlarissa Dashwood, Leo was the only one of the Drakonians who knew anything about her. He remembered having read her Drakonian Intelligence File sometime before he had retired. It struck him as pleasant that his career had not warranted such attention as hers, it might have made his teaching career a bit more difficult.

"It is no trouble at all," Aisha replied to the apology. "I am glad at a chance for a private meeting before we begin the more official relationship." Then to the introduction, "I am Aisha Seius, Ambassador of the Imperium, and to my right is Leo Flavius, Attaché and Advisor to the Drakonian Diplomatic Mission, and teacher of Ancient History at the Imperial College of Drako Throne. On my left is Captain Marcus Livius, Commander of the Praetorian Guard detachment assigned to the security of our Mission." Both men inclined their heads slightly to their introductions.

The head of the Drakonian Diplomatic Mission was not a terribly tall person, nor could she be considered small. She was average height, with a strong physical build. She was of Drakonian-African descent, having come from a Caribbean family. Her skin was dark, almost black, but also smooth and voluptuous. She had a friendly and inviting face and a warm voice. "Water, please," Aisha replied to the offer of a drink. "Airline flights tend to leave me parched."

In many ways Leo was a stark contrast to Aisha, and in other not. He was comparable in height to her, although of slightly thinner build. His skin was fair, but lighter than the common tan that the tropical sun imbues, possible a result of his academic career or his intention to blend in better to the international community as part of his former intelligence career. He was Caucasian of Drakonian descent, although there might have been some Glorious Human blood in his family history. Intelligent eyes, glinted with a hidden bit of humor. "Medium-dry Vodka Martini, please," Leo offered. "Shaken." This prompted a few looks from the other two Drakonians.

Marcus Livius was all-military, he was muscled, tanned, and stood with that straight military perfected stature. He was also of Drakonian-descent, although his build and Romanesque appearance was any indication, much more pure than the other two. His face was impassive. "Nothing for me, thank you." the Captain added. "On Duty."

(OOC: Conformers aye? Weird things those are)

... darkness closed on Davies. There were lots of memories, many of little relevance. A few though were quite relevant. If they asked the right questions the LOW people could learn a lot, both facts about the current situation and a real idea of the personalities of many of the Dyellians they were having to deal with....

... The office was cool, a lot cooler than the outside street in Cyro. Davies cast an idle eye about for any free alcohol that might be on offer. She remembered the first time she had done a 'special job' for Dzerzhinsky it had flowed freely. It seemed that particular perk of the job had dried up after the first assignment.

She wasn't waiting for much longer. The door to Dzerzhinsky's office swung open and the boss himself came out. The door was glass, so were the walls, but it was completely sound proof. "'Trish" he smiled at her.

Only people who stood out got called by their first name, or an abreviation of it... this could be a good or a bad thing, "Step inside."

She did. The head of the Cheka motioned towards a chair across the desk from his own. He seated himself, and she followed, "'Trish, hows the Allanean?"

"If I had the choice I'd string him up." she replied brightly, "Unfortunately that would be 'causing a diplomatic incident', so for now he's quite safe."

Dzerzhinsky laughed pleasantly, "Don't be silly... how much do you know about Otto Himmler?"

"Well he's the former High Chancellor and he's loaded. I also hear he's building some kind of super weapon for the Army."

Dzerzhinsky nodded, "True. What you may not know is that he has his own spy network, one we have been trying very hard to infiltrate. Successfully I might add."

Davies nodded in turn, staying silent. There was more coming. Dzerzhinsky was just begining. He always worked like this, building up to the important bit slowly, building suspense, getting your attention.

"He has been working on a genetics program, comparing the genetic makeup of Elves, Dyellians and other humans." Dzerzhinsky continued, "You're briefed on the elf - Dyellian situation aren't you?"

Davies nodded, and the head Commisaar continued, "Good. Well one of our agents managed to hack into Himmler's personal computer and quite accidentally got into some of his genetic work when they were actually supposed to be looking for lists of contacts... it turns out Himmler tested himself. He doesn't fit into the Dyellian category at all. In fact he's pure blooded Gonad elf."

Davies laughed, then realised Dzerzhinsky was serious. The laughter stopped abruptly, "That's insane. It just couldn't be."

"Why not?" Dzerzhinsky inquired, "He isn't listed as having been born in Dyelli Beybi, he always claimed he had destroyed the record while working for ISE, but I believe there never actually was one."

ISE, the Tzar's Internal Security Agency had been the forerunner of the Cheka (although much less efficient). It had been led by Otto Himmler, "Do we have any more evidence?"

"No." Dzerzhinsky shook his head, "But there is a lot of suspicious stuff going on. For a start it looks like Himmler, dear Himmler has had his hand in just about every period of unrest to have occured here. I think he may be planning another."

Dzerzhinsky lowered his voice, until it was barely above a whisper, "I think he intends to destroy us. He is trying to build an ultimate warrior... he tried once before, before you were born... by the way here's a photo of him then."

He looked the same. A man in his 40s... exactly the same, hardly aged a day. It was hard to accept, but Dzerzhinsky's idea was starting to make sense, "What happened to the last attempt?"

"It became the most deadly killer in the Cheka. What it doesn't say is that it can see in the dark, and as if that wasn't enough, it can smell you coming." Dzerzhinsky continued in a low whisper, "All from Himmler's computer. I always wondered how they were so good..."

Davies couldn't think of anyone who saw in the dark. She had always thought the most dangerous person in the Cheka was Zara Alwood, but there must be someone else, probably someone more secret.

"It was a failure anyway." Dzerzhinsky concluded, "He found he couldn't control it. So now he's building another. We just discovered that the controlling mechanism in the 'mobile pillbox' project is organic. It has a brain, but he has put a computer chip in there as well, esentially to stop it thinking things it ought not to... I want you to keep an eye on Himmler. See what he's up to. Try to work out how dangerous this mobile pillbox is, see if it can hurt us. I would give you the stats on the unit, but so far all the stats have turned out to be lies."

"Why me?" Davies asked. She always seemed to be asking this question. All she really wanted was a quiet life with enough money to live comfortably... a handsome man wouldn't go amiss either.

"Because 'Trish, you're one of only two agents I can really trust." Dzerzhinsky sounded tired, "You and Chlarissa. It's funny isn't it. I have trained an army of people to be scheming and dishonest. I never thought that would come back to haunt me like it has. 'Trish, you may be lazy and just a tiny bit of a coward, but you have integrity, and I'd trade all my brave hard working agents for copies of you any day..."

... The shells were falling when the letter arrived of Davies' desk in parliament. She was talking to the Fidel Castro, Vice Admiral Collins' ship. Collins was frantic to get back to Cyro. Who could blame her? Her husband was here, a man who had stuck with her through everything despite the damage it could have done to his career, "What is this?"

"Found it in Soult's office." the man speaking to Davies was a police Officer. The police had largely stayed loyal to the Republic.

Davies opened the letter with little interest. Immediately upon reading the first line though her attitude changed, and memories of what she had suppsed to have been ordered to have done came flooding back;

Pierre,
I am glad we have come to this arrangement. You will not regret it. Once through the gateway we will be able to gain the time I need to build our army. When I return I will be ready to hand you all of Klatch on a plate. All I ask in return is that you get rid of that offensive Commisaar and sign the deal to guarantee my place as sole supplier of arms to the Klatchian Empire.
In order to ensure our success you will need to bury the gate complex. Demolish the building on top of it so that nobody may follow us. We will return from the sky.
Regards,
Otto

Who was the 'offensive Commisaar'? This was exactly what Felix had feared. Soult was a fool, blinded by his desire for power. The gate complex? That must be the New Cynthian gate they had erected some miles out of town. Davies knew all about that. She knew in her gut Himmler wouldn't help Soult. He would kill him, he would kill them all. Soult had handed him victory on a platter, "Go and get the High Chancellor, I need to speak to him."

The High Chancellor arrived a few minutes later. His shirt torn and bloodied, "What is it Patricia?"

She hated being called that, but didn't try to correct him, "We need to go."

"Go?" Collins demanded, "We will fight to the death! It was agreed."

"You're insane." she growled, hating herself for playing this card, as valid and reasonable as it may be, "Your wife is pregnant. You'll leave her to raise a child on her own? Don't be a fool, we can escape with her help."

Collins seemed to deflate in front of her, "You're right."

"I am, now let's move. There's a secret Cheka radio monitoring station down by Pier 9 we can use that to contact the Vice Admiral when she gets close. They will never find us there, you need to swim to get into it."

Collins allowed Davies to lead him down the corridoor and out into the square outside Parliament. They crossed the bridge onto Cyro's main island, heading towards the Pier. Suddenly Davies had a horrible though, "Jesus." she felt inside the breast pocket of her uniform. The letter! It was still in Parliament house, "Sir, I left something important in Parliament. Wait here. Please wait here."

"Okay Patricia." he sounded tired. Tired and annoyed, "I'll stay right here in this dark fetid alley. You had better have a good explanation when you get back."

She did have a good explanation. She ran the whole way there and back, snatching the letter from the table. It took 20 minutes. Davies stopped short of the alley she had left the High Chancellor in, trying to pant silently, there were voices. One she recognised... Commisaar Reily. A traitor and a bitter one.

"It's over Eamon." Reily snarled nastily.

"It's never over Sid." the High Chancellor replied.

"Oh yes." Reily continued, "It really is. You are here without a friend to support you. I have twenty men. It is over."

Davies paused. She should go out, go out and help... but then she would die and the information would be lost, and Himmler would kill everyone... and why were these decissions thrust upon her? It was so grossly unfair, "Even if there was a friend." Eamon replied, "I wouldn't ask them to come out to stand for me. I would always put myself in front of my men... and women. I would never hide behind 20 armed thugs."

There was a single gunshot, Reily laughed, "It's over now Eamon... leave him. Let him slowly and alone."

Davies shrank into a corner, crouching low, pulling herself into a ball, she was a traitor, and if they came this way she was dead. But they didn't, the footsteps echoed in a different direction. When she was sure they were gone she scrambled to her feet and raced around the corner to where the High Chancellor lay in a puddle of blood, "Sir! Sir!"

He opened his eyes. She had seen men shot before but had never actually pulled the trigger herself. She could never bring herself to do it, Felix had understood and had always sent a bodyguard with Davies on dangerous missions. Looking at Collins he probably only had seconds left in him, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." she pleaded.

"Listen." he whispered, "Closely. You get whatever you need to get out, out. Do it for the Republic... but don't tell my wife the truth of this, she'll kill you. Make a story up where she can't blame you for me."

"I'm really, really sorry, if I could have helped I would have." she sobbed.

"Don't blame yourself 'Trish." Collins muttered, "I don't blame you. You could do nothing, worry about things you can do."

Those were the last words he spoke...

There was little more of relevance to be plucked from Davies' memory. She didn't die or explode with the drug racing through her system, but she did have an abnormally fast clearance rate, meaning that she began to come round quite a bit earlier than what would normally be expected.

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Collins shrugged apologetically, "I don't actually know where the papers are. The Commisaar always kept them in her breast pocket. She's probably still got them on her."

"Where is she by the way?" Palmer asked again.

He was cut off by Collins, "I met Soult at a few diplomatic functions. He was hailed as a hero. I never really thought much of him. He seemed to talk about nothing except food... oh and he can't keep his eyes off the pretty girls. It was all probably a big stunt on his part, but I always saw him as slightly comical. I'm a fool for not spotting him for what he is."

The Lords of War were very good at questions. Then again there was a whole panel of individuals ready to hit rewind and cover ground again to get every last detail.

However, when the truth of the mobile pill boxes were revealed there was a decided change amoungst the Var. It was seen as too far, that Himmler was a new proponet of the Lathi. And the Lathi had historically been one of the Var's most hated, revialed opponents in space.

Before the drug completely wore off, there were several last minute questions. The first was "What do you know about the New Cynthian Gate project, Did you ever hear about a building suddenly being destroyed just as the civil war began?
And where was the last place you ever saw the letter between Himmler and Soult?"

If Trish was like most terrans, she would fall into a deep sleep after the drug had passed out of her system. The mind would have had a bit of a panic and would want to shut down most systems to allow it to 'restart'.

The doctor didn't want to risk a second dose. It might have an unknown toxicitiy to some other part of the Commissar's body.

*****
The car stopped before the pleasent outer building. "This is my office..." Mr. Teddy stated. The door opened and he stepped out "But what of Himmler, Ms Collins? What did your husband know before the civil war."

The lobby of this buidling was more robust than that of the building inside the hill behind it. The glass doors stood seperated by massive slabs of black granite. Through the small entrence way the lobby opened onto a set of stairs that rose up to a mural and then to the next floor.

However in walking in here both Dyellians had just been scaned for weapons, explosives, and any odd chemicals.

Moskau

Millhouse accepted the vodka with a smile. "Thank you. So the Drakonians are here? Do you know who else is here for the conference?"

Next to her, a thin man in a business suit, with combed brown hair and brown eyes, one of her attaches, was sorting through the briefcase he'd brought with him. He found whatever he was looking for and snapped the briefcase shut, looking up at Kay and smiling as well. "May I have some vodka as well? Also, if I may ask, what officials will we be meeting at the conference?"

"Carl Johansen, Economic Attache," Millhouse introduced him. "He's looking forward to speaking with your trade officials regarding agreements of that nature. We can offer many lucrative trade opportunities to your nation, and while the current crisis might make it difficult to set up trade contacts at this time, perhaps the groundwork can be laid for such deals after you are more firmly on your feet."

"Or perhaps we could help you get there," Johansen added. "We have brought with us several possibilities for economic aid to your nation. Loans, grants, attracting foreign investors, there are many ways to bolster your nation's income."

Since she'd gotten started, Millhouse continued the introductions. "Retired Colonel Aaron Barsted, representing military interests."

Barstead looked like he stayed in shape, though his black hair was lightly touched with gray. At the mention of his name he focused gray eyes on Kay. "Obviously in your current situation, the possibility of military aid raises itself. Though we do not wish to provoke conflict with any of the other powers involved in this, some discreet assistance, possibly in the form of advisors or quiet weapons sale, could be arranged."

"The rest are assistants to us," Millhouse finished, indicating the other people in the car, about seven other individuals. "They can relay messages to any of us, should we be unavailable for any reason."

Most of the assistants were listening to the conversation, but two of them, Clive Hartford and Sandra McCarty, were watching the world go by outside, apparantly in deep thought.

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The Sealord

Planes were now flying overhead continuously, most of them fighters on patrols, but the new orders issued from Dulles had several transport aircraft moving as well. A number of them were in the air, racing south towards the reinforcement fleet to pick up Psi Corp personnel to bring back to bolster the patrol's missile defense, just in case something precipitous happened. The reinforcements were also putting up their own birds to move the psykers forward, and as a result there were planes flying both ways, escorted by fighters, racing against the clock to try to get everything into position before anyone else was ready to strike.

In Admiral Manchester's office, the four telepaths of the special detachment sat still in chairs brought in for them, deep in their communication trances. Their minds were reaching out in unison to their brethren Hartford and McCarty in Moskau, establishing a telepathic link so that they could look through the others' eyes and see the city. This was a test run for later, when the telepaths would be looking at faces of officials, soldiers, defense emplacements, and anything else the two assistants could find an excuse to view. All of the special detachment on Sealord had artistic skills, and after they were done, they would draw detailed pictures of what their fellows had seen. It wasn't quite as good as a camera, but it was certainly easier than trying to smuggle one around to photograph things, and the telepathic images were substantially easier and faster to bring out than photos.

The intelligence men were camped out in the office, watching the telepaths work, ready with paper and pencils for when the telepaths were through receiving.

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Moskau

Carl Johansen hated not being able to ask his other questions, but they didn't know how high this diplomat was cleared, or who he reported to. Johansen's cover as economic attache was real enough, in actual fact he possessed a masters in economics, and had worked as a stockbroker and a loan officer for several banks before entering government service. He was eminently qualified for what he was supposed to be doing. However, Johansen was also attached to the Civilian Operations division of GH's intelligence service. His other job was to discreetly arrange contacts with Timaru's intelligence services, to make preparations in the event that it was decided back home to arrange an alliance with the local spooks, as well as coordinate GH's independant intelligence gathering in Timaru. A tall order, and Johansen knew he wasn't going to get much sleep for a while, and was going to be involved in some very tense work, at least until the machine was running smoothly.

Oh well, he thought. That kind of thing came with the territory, and this was the price of being in the know.

"No." she said, "I never found out if they blew it up. We can go and check later."

She knew where the complex was... and she slept. Like a log, she was half human after all.

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Neither had anything unusual on their person, although the unusual chemicals scan might have picked up a hip flask Palmer was carrying filled with Helmut Cola.

"Nobody really knows anything about Himmler. Nice office by the way." Collins spoke apologetically, "Himmler was head of ISE, he helped to coordinate the rebellion that overthrew the Tzarists. Eamon was living in Fasta Benj at the time, I never met him for several years after the first civil war... but sorry I digress."

For just a second it sounded like she might break down, but she didn't, "Himmler I knew of first. When the crisis with the oh gosh I forget the name of the state temporarily, allies of Drakonia... anyway when it seemed invasion was imminent the leaders of East Benjia, that was Eamon, and New Dyelli, Ginya Lee, were called together to meet with Felix and Himmler. I believe that Eamon, grew close to Chairman Lee and Felix, they drank together anyway, but Himmler always held himself aloof. We were newly married at that stage and Felix was around a lot, but I never met Himmler, not until after he had lost the elections to Eamon."

She smiled sadly, "Eamon used to say that Himmler was smart, but not quite as smart as he liked to think he was and didn't quite know how to treat other people. He made mistakes, bad ones."

She paused, "He was always very interested in Genetic research. He had a pet Commisaar who he made us all sign the official state secrets act not to name, called Commisaar Dash-something-or-other... anyway, she was born with little pointy ears like an elf. Then Felix talked her into joining a Cheka elf destroying program and Himmler was enraged. I don't know exactly what happened, but I know the girl told him that she 'wasn't his property.' At the time I thought he just had some elf fetish or something, but I don't know. She got her ears fixed later. You'd never know these days."

She paused for a second time, considering what she had just said, "Mind you there was another girl more who he seemed to pay a lot of attention to too, even quite recently although everyone knows she was shacked up with that Vaadian General... Zara Alwood. She was splashed all over the papers nearly as much as I was. Someone leaked to the press the fact that she had been a rather prolific Cheka assassin and for a while the Dyellian media had a field day, she was quite a looker, that probably helped."

She gave a slightly sheepish grin, "Sorry I'm sounding like a gossip column, but I don't actually know how much if any of this might turn out to be relevant. The latter of the pair might well still be running something for Himmler. They were friendly enough."

"I know what you mean." Chlarissa gossiped idly, "They never seem to serve enough water on flight. Although it would be cheaper than all the free alcohol they seem to trundle out... or is that just our part of the world?"

If Leo had read her dossier thoroughly he would have realised she only 21, very young for someone so Senior in the Intelligence Service, although the unusual manner of it's creation from the Cheka definitely had something to do with it.

"Not stirred?" she gave Leo a sly half smile.

"You sure Captain? I must say that's a nice uniform, not quite as fetching as the old Cheka one, but I'm not allowed to wear that anymore." another slight smile, "You know if you do change your mind do let me know."

She pressed a button under the table. There must have been some kind of intercom system under there, "Yes, we'll have a water, a vodka martini, shaken, and a gin and tonic." she said rather loudly.

A very muffled voice repeated the order back, "Yeah, that's it." she nearly yelled back.

"Please, sit." Chlarissa indicated the seats around the table, sitting down herself, "Felix insisted on putting the speakers under the table to improve aesthetics. I told him it was a bad idea but he never listens to me."

"Please pardon me if I seem a little too informal." she apologised as soon as people were seated, "As you've probably noticed from the accent I was born in the South, in Quisa to be precise. I've had zero diplomatic training, and Dyellians are a very informal people."

There was a knock on the door. Someone opened it to let in a servant with the drinks which were distributed, "If you'll forgive my curiosity, what brings you to this part of the world?" she asked as the door closed again, "Now I was too young to take part in the civil war that resulted from the Tzar's ahh... indiscretion, but I would really have thought, all things considered, that you would have been more than happy to let this Rogue Province of Dyelli Beybi stew in it's own juice. The Klatchians are going to try to wipe us off the face of the map... why come here?"

Her tone wasn't unfriendly or demanding, just curious.

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"Absolutely." Kay poured out another glass and passed it across, he looked like he was about to say something stupid like 'let's just pass the bottle around' but refrained.

"Now as for your earlier question..." he continued, "We have Scandavian States, Vrak, Ilek Vaad, Makisikawhatsitstan and Klatch I think. Not an enormous turnout, but all the important people are here. All the players have assembled on the pitch and now the Captains are out picking teams."

He gave a broad grin, "Once the teams are picked we can only hope the Klatchians burst into tears, accuse us of cheating and having too many players and go home. If it does come to a match it will be a hard one and who knows how many goals will be scored and who will eventually win?"

He seemed to greatly enjoy his metaphor, grinning all the more. The driver pulled up in front of the Orient, the well wrapped up footman (Now sporting a balaclava as well as the maroon jacket and cap) stepped forward to open doors, letting in an ice cold draft of air, "Now if you have any more questions." Kay offered, "We can continue inside where things will be a lot less crowded. There is a free bar, and of course the rooms, although this place will have the KGB hiding behind every plant pot."

"No." she said, "I never found out if they blew it up. We can go and check later."

She knew where the complex was... and she slept. Like a log, she was half human after all.


The Next Morning

The morning light came early here, and was bright. It blasted through the semi-circular band of windows with a vengence. Of course Davies could have shifted and thrown the heavy covers over her head. But then the sound of the clock on the mantle ticking off the minutes would likely start to stir her.

Trish would open her eyes to four pairs of gargoyles and a rather stern looking goddess staring down at her. The gargoyles were carved into the four posts of the large bed she was sleeping in. The goddess, holding a sheild and spear was painted in an arch across the room from Trish.

The room was D shaped, with the circular portion being filled with windows. The walls were finished in light paneling to about six feet with a yellow paper above. The Goddess in her arch was above a fireplace that appeared to have a coal grate. A few stuffed chairs, an oak table near the windows, and a massive dressing table-wardrobe that took up almost an entire wall was all the remaining furniture. Out the windows one could see the sun relecting off the water. It was too bright to directly look at, but the shore was close by. One could make out the buildup of white ice along the shore.

Trish was still dressed in her sweats. And considering that winter was apparently decending on this part of the Klatch, that might have been a good thing. The smell of hot bacon waffed through a door...


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Neither had anything unusual on their person, although the unusual chemicals scan might have picked up a hip flask Palmer was carrying filled with Helmut Cola.

"Nobody really knows anything about Himmler. Nice office by the way." Collins spoke apologetically, "Himmler was head of ISE, he helped to coordinate the rebellion that overthrew the Tzarists. Eamon was living in Fasta Benj at the time, I never met him for several years after the first civil war... but sorry I digress."

For just a second it sounded like she might break down, but she didn't, "Himmler I knew of first. When the crisis with the oh gosh I forget the name of the state temporarily, allies of Drakonia... anyway when it seemed invasion was imminent the leaders of East Benjia, that was Eamon, and New Dyelli, Ginya Lee, were called together to meet with Felix and Himmler. I believe that Eamon, grew close to Chairman Lee and Felix, they drank together anyway, but Himmler always held himself aloof. We were newly married at that stage and Felix was around a lot, but I never met Himmler, not until after he had lost the elections to Eamon."

She smiled sadly, "Eamon used to say that Himmler was smart, but not quite as smart as he liked to think he was and didn't quite know how to treat other people. He made mistakes, bad ones."

She paused, "He was always very interested in Genetic research. He had a pet Commisaar who he made us all sign the official state secrets act not to name, called Commisaar Dash-something-or-other... anyway, she was born with little pointy ears like an elf. Then Felix talked her into joining a Cheka elf destroying program and Himmler was enraged. I don't know exactly what happened, but I know the girl told him that she 'wasn't his property.' At the time I thought he just had some elf fetish or something, but I don't know. She got her ears fixed later. You'd never know these days."

She paused for a second time, considering what she had just said, "Mind you there was another girl more who he seemed to pay a lot of attention to too, even quite recently although everyone knows she was shacked up with that Vaadian General... Zara Alwood. She was splashed all over the papers nearly as much as I was. Someone leaked to the press the fact that she had been a rather prolific Cheka assassin and for a while the Dyellian media had a field day, she was quite a looker, that probably helped."


"It does give us a clearer picture of who Himmler is. Obviously your late husband's opinions are invaluable in the situation." Mr. Teddy had stopped at a door and it had opened revealing a lift. He indicated that the two Dyellians should board.

The lift began to rise, even though Mr. Teddy had not indicated any level. "Now then, are you aware that Scandinavian States has recently begun operating with Dyellian colors to secure your capture? They seem to have taken a great dislike to you..."
She gave a slightly sheepish grin, "Sorry I'm sounding like a gossip column, but I don't actually know how much if any of this might turn out to be relevant. The latter of the pair might well still be running something for Himmler. They were friendly enough."[/QUOTE]

"Yes," Aisha agreed. "Fortunately on State flights your every need is well catered." She considered Chlarissa's question for a moment, it had been a while since she had last flown commercially. "They charge for the alcohol on Emirate flights, offer free water, juice, and carbonated beverages as I remember it."

Leo smiled at Chlarissa's reply, idly wondering just how much of the broad subleties of his request she had realized. He expected had understood. She was young, he thought. Him being in his forties was just beginning to realize his age, and it seemed the entire Intelligence Community now was younger than him. It was not uncommon for such young responsible hard-working people in Drakonia to rise high and far, but to such leadership as her own position entitle was highly unlikely. However her circumstances no doubt warranted it.

The Captain just nodded in reply. "No, I'm fine. Thank you, Ma'am." He was still acting all official.

The Drakonians joined her at the table, listening attentively to what she had to say. Aisha offered a friendly smile at her apology. "Your honest friendliness is a welcome change to the official and diplomatic world of my occupation. I am glad to be able to talk so freely, without the formality and politicking."

Aisha received her water, taking a quick drink as Chlarissa continued. "There are several reasons actually," the Ambassador responded candidly. "First, we admire your setting yourselves apart and declaring yourselves independent. You are breaking a cycle of unrest that has gripped Dyelli Beybi for far too long. We do wish your nation well, and want to help you develop and grow in the International Community. We are a people of idealists and we wish to help make our world better where we can."

She paused. "Unfortunately, all our interests are not as altruistic. I won't lie to you, the Imperium desperately wants leverage against the Federated Klatchian Coast. We want this conflict to be negotiated to a resolution, one that will mean a nuclear free Klatch. We are also looking to continue to strengthen our economy and gain new allies."

She carefully watched Chlarissa's expression. "However, we do want what's best for your nation first. We are not looking to start a fight with the Klatch. In fact, we are hoping we can diffuse the tension that is already building. If the Imperium is to offer military aid, there would be strict rules to that agreement, it would be entirely defensive, and the Drakonian forces that were here would take great care not to cause any incidents against the Federated Klatchian Coast."

"However a serious threat exists to your nation," Leo added. He reached into his blazer jacket and pulled a small memory storage device, passing it to Chlarissa. "Our satellites have monitored Vrakian deployments of Nuclear-Missile Submarines, as well as Military Deployments north of Lords of War. We believe there may also be nuclear and/or chemical weapons deployed with that force."

"Gah?" Davies woke up with a start of alarm. Two sudden thoughts assailed her. One was that the last few weeks had been nothing but a bad dream. As she realised they hadn't been this was replaced by the sudden panic of waking up in an unknown place. That had happened before, it hadn't been a pleasant experience.

Gradually things began to come back to her. She had a headache, no suprise really. The smell of food was enticing, but she didn't follow it straight away, instead she decided to take a look through the dresser and see if there was a change of clothes available. She didn't particularly want to wander around in things she'd slept in...

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Collins shook her head as she stepped into the lift, "No, I had no idea. I've been out of touch since that night."

She grimaced, "Although it doesn't surprise me in the slightests. The will hound me forever, they'll never be satisfied that I stopped. I'll take a few of them with me though, if they do catch up with me."

Palmer hadn't said anything for a while, but chipped in as the lift began to move, "We were thinking of heading North towards the Arctic territories. The Government up there was still very pro Republic the last I heard. We thought we would be safe up there."

Chlarissa nodded along, looking nothing more than curious. It wasn't exactly a poker face, but it wasn't giving much away, "I'm sure it helps as well." she finally added with a slight smirk, "That this Province wasn't added to Dyelli Beybi until after the Tzar's death."

"And now it is time to get serious." she spoke almost apologetically, pocketing the memory storage device "Thanks for that by the way. Timaru and Moskau does not have a single ICBM. All of those were based in the heart of Dyelli Beybi. In reality the destruction of this State is only a matter of how long it takes for Klatch to become angry enough to attack. There is no hope of survival unless we get a lot of help from the International Community."

The door opened behind the Drakonians. Chlarissa stood up. Which meant that Dzerzhinsky had finally decided to show his face, "I am sorry to keep you waiting. I had some audio to listen to which will impact on this meeting."

He gave a slight nod of his head, which seemed to set his junior off, "Ah yes, this is Director Felix Dzerzhinsky. Mr Dzerzhinsky, these are Aisha Seius, Ambassador of the Imperium, Leo Flavius, Advisor to the Drakonian Diplomatic Mission and Captain Marcus Livius, Praetorian Guard."

"Gah?" Davies woke up with a start of alarm. Two sudden thoughts assailed her. One was that the last few weeks had been nothing but a bad dream. As she realised they hadn't been this was replaced by the sudden panic of waking up in an unknown place. That had happened before, it hadn't been a pleasant experience.

Gradually things began to come back to her. She had a headache, no suprise really. The smell of food was enticing, but she didn't follow it straight away, instead she decided to take a look through the dresser and see if there was a change of clothes available. She didn't particularly want to wander around in things she'd slept in...


The right side wardrobe portion contained Davies uniform. It had been searched, cleaned, and pressed. There were also a few black uniforms based on the same measurements next to it. There were some women's silk panties in one of the drawers. The thing was there were no shoes, stocks but no shoes.


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Collins shook her head as she stepped into the lift, "No, I had no idea. I've been out of touch since that night."

She grimaced, "Although it doesn't surprise me in the slightests. The will hound me forever, they'll never be satisfied that I stopped. I'll take a few of them with me though, if they do catch up with me."

Palmer hadn't said anything for a while, but chipped in as the lift began to move, "We were thinking of heading North towards the Arctic territories. The Government up there was still very pro Republic the last I heard. We thought we would be safe up there."

"Perhaps...." The lift door opened revealing a lobby. Mr. Teddy stepped out and led them down a hall. "But I fear that your enemies are already attempting to get you there. There have been intercepted communications between the squatters and the scandinavians. Your freedom might come at a high price. But then the scandinavians are quite rich."

A door opened as Mr. Teddy neared. "If you would Mrs. Collins?" He looked at Perkins, "My associate will be along shortly to debreif you...If you will take a seat." Mr. Teddy pointed to a leather padded sofa built into an alcove along the hall for him to wait.

It was the opening of another promising business day in Knootoss when the packages were delivered to their destinations. They were brought to their perspective destinations via the Etarosi International Mailing Service (EIMS, for short), a privately owned firm headquartered in Etaros that serves individuals and nations worldwide. They were well known for their low-priced, exceptional, expedient, and most importantly entirely anonymous (if requested) service.

For it was interesting to note that neither package had a return address, only their destinations. Both were not descript, and rather thin, containing only a set of satellite photographs and a small typed note. If dusted they would reveal no other figure prints then that of their deliverer’s, the professional dress person in a EIMS uniform, who was nothing other than an unwitting employee who became an accomplice by simply carrying out his job.

What were the photographs? They were detailed zoomed and un-zoomed pictures of the Vrakian deployments, both the Nuclear-Missile Submarines (as they left harbor) and the ground forces (as they landed and moved inland) north of Lords of War. Marked on the ground force deployments were the artillery and missile launchers, with a simply question: "Nuclear? Chemical?" There were also arrows showing the most likely routes of the ground forces and submarines, as they approached Timaru and Moskau.

The note simply read: "Someone is about to start a War. You sure you want one?"

The packages were delivered to the front desks of the Alconan and Glorious Human Embassies and marked to an official who would actually take the time to open them and know what to do with them.

OOC: Assumption is made that both embassies exist, because of both nations involvement in the Knootoss International Stabilization Treaty (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=329820). EIMS used with permission from Etaros (http://www.nationstates.net/etaros).

"Probably," Aisha agreed with Chlarissa's theory. "Although, I do not think had things been otherwise that Imperium would have witheld its assistance."

The Drakonians rose in respect to Felix Dzerzhinsky as he entered. Aisha smiled. "It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Dzerzhinsky," she welcomed. "I only wish it could have been under better circumstances."

So this is Mr. Dzerzhinsky, Leo pondered, he knew much about this infamous figure. "Mr. Dzerzhinsky," he murmured in greeting, carefully noted the nod and Chlarissa's reaction. Definitely not good news.

The Captain only inclined his head.

The division slowly continued across the frozen wastes. By now, they figured that they would be spotted by someone, either from the meddling pakrahs or a fellow Klatchian state. They kept at least 150 miles from the northern LOW border as they gradually made their way to Timaru and Moskau. In front were scouts, looking for any sign of resistance and possible sentries. Behind were a column of tanks, followed by troop trucks and artillery. Within the armoured column were the missile launchers and anti-air systems.

It was tough going, due to the weather and terrain. But they slogged on, determined but hoping it would end soon. No one wanted to be this far north in the Klatch.

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Meanwhile, the submarines bound for Timaru from both west and east dove close to crushing depth and made some final course alterations. It was doubtful that they could be tracked now. Final targets were punched in. All that they were waiting for was the word from on high.

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The final wave of Vrakian ships squeezed through the Squall straits and were coming up on the group that was presently watching the Vaadians. From the former New Shiron territory, the 20 attack submarines linked up with the New Shironese wet naval deployment and started veering towards the Drakonian and Glorious Humanity fleet.

[OOC: I'm assumng New S, that your ships are bound for the Drak/GH fleet or did I read that wrong?]

The northern border continued to build up with increased flights of long-range aircraft patrols. Overhead, the fighting within Greater Dyelli Beybi was merely recorded at the present time.

The rest of the forces in New Shiron kept up the patrols while the satellites were kept busy scanning Dyelli Beybi, Timaru and Moskau, and the South Klatchian ocean for the Scandavian fleet. Needless to say, long range bombers and figher jets, diverted from the main HORDE groups were landing at a regular pace in the territory, bulking up the air defense.

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The Vrakian delegate noticed the arrival of the Vaadian general. She excused herself from William and then introduced herself as Special Envoy Rosaline Qiqrin. She motioned the general was free to join them since, after all, they did have a stake in the matter. She also made a remark that she was pretty sure some of the other arrivals, notably the outsiders must be meeting with the Moskavites, meant that whomever was in charge was clearly playing games with the Klatchians. Which would not bode well for the conference, if it was to be held at all.

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Back in Vrak Prime, the Intelligence Director toyed with a new idea. He trusted only a few and now with the King dead, he trusted even less. The fox’s action did have merit, but he didn’t really trust that mammal. So, it was time to try another strategy. One that entailed a significant amount of risk and with no guarantee that they would respond but, should it work, prove to nullify whatever advantage a particular player in this game had.

Davies dressed quickly, casting a final look around for shoes, then giving up. She had chosen to put her uniform back on. It was linen, a fairly light fabric that was ideally suited to the warm Dyellian climate, but not so appropriate up here. She considered the black, but she didn't know what uniform it was and it might well not be appropriate.

She stifled a yawn, and set off in the direction of where she smelled food. She didn't really expect to find it, more she expected to find someone who might explain what was going on.

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Collins' eyebrows shot up at the mention of Muskovite treachery, "Really?"

"Sweet Lord." this seemed to be getting close to her breaking point. It was like someone had just pulled a rug out from under her.

Nevertheless she followed Teddy through the door, "What am I supposed to do?" she asked in a small voice, "Werever I go I'm going to have people looking for me."

Palmer meanwhile followed instructions calmly, seating himself on the couch, awaiting his debriefing with mild curiosity.

Dzerzhinsky was tall by Dyellian standards, which set him just above average height. He was a wiry looking man in his early fifties, with the first flecks of grey showing in his otherwise black van dyke beard. He wore a green coat with a large red star pinned to the breast pocket. He sat down, signalling for everyone else to sit, "I apologise again for my tardiness." he began, "The pleasure is all mine Lady."

"Mr Flavius, it is a pleasure to meet you also."

He paused. Clarissa sat silently on his right side, waiting for the senior Commisaar to start talking again, "I have been doing some intelligence gathering and it seems Klatch is quite keen to go to war with us for a variety of reasons. Where will your Government stand if war errupts?"

He was blunt and to the poin, "I'm sorry I need to ask this with so little ceremony, but time is precious and I'm sure you all want to get on with the real negotiations."

Admiral Aymara noticed the arrival of more Vrakian forces and decided to give them a hail. Especially since he had rather good news, in his estimation. He opened a secure channel to the Vrakians.

"This is Admiral Aymara of the Naval Guard Tactical Group Namroth Vedic. We are not enforcing any restriction zones for friendly Vrakian ships. I can also report to you that I have had limited contact with General Imro of the Foreign Guard. Apparently his captors have come to him asking him to lead them against Genorale Soult. Apparently his rebellion isn't entirely in favour with his own men.

If you have any advice on how we should proceed, or an advisor that can give us a hand in regards to how General Imro should in regards to Vrakian policy, we're all ears."

It was a calculated risk to give the Vrakians this information, they might pass it along to Soult, but hopefully it would defuse Vaadian/Vrakian tensions, and get the Vrakians pro-actively involved.

As he spoke, the two additional Tactical Groups, the Sir William Issem and Emperor Ehecatl were nearing Admiral Aymara's position.

*****

Command General Lucane nodded to Special Envoy Rosaline Qiqrin and shook her hand.

"Very pleased to meet you, I am Command General Lucane, Red Jaguar Command."

He joined the rest of the group. He is a tall grey haireed man, and like most Red Jaguar his is built , broad shouldered and thick, his armor making him look rather bulky. His blue eyes seem to stare dispassionately and his expression never changes.

The hallway across this floor of the house ended in a wide staircase going down at both ends. The upstairs hall was finished at the same level as the bedroom.

Davies following the scent would climb down one set of stairs to find a wide hallway opening into some entrance hall. Off off the stairs hall was a door into a dining room.

There was about six people, four females all about Davies age, a young man about the same age, and an older gentlemen with white hair. No one was actually wearing a uniform of any kind. And all were seated around the massive table enjoying breakfast.

When Davies appeared in the doorway, the gray haired man looked up. "Ah, Commisaar Davies, your up earlier than I expected. Please grab some food and take a seat." He paused noticing she was wearing her light uniform. "And I think we should find you a sweater so you don't catch cold in this climate..."

(OOC: was the letter in Davies uniform still?)

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Mr. Teddy indicated a chair for Collins to take a seat in. "I understand the shock. But really, considering Moskau current plans you are more valuable as a barganing chip."

Mr. Teddy sat down behind the rather sparse desk. "Of course if you were to demonstrate your willingness to help deal with this Himmler problem. You might easily find a postion with one of the Great Houses working on Project Walrus. They need someone with a background in more primitive warfare than the Var traditionally use."

*****
Perkins was left to stew for a few moments more.

******
The Northern Wastes

It occured at night, in the darkness decended down upon the deep artic forests. There was a sudden horn blow and then thousands of mounted Orcs decended upon the center of the Vrakian column like flies upon a carcass. Many of the creatures carried AK-47's and had RPG's. They came out of the woods, firing at the targets and then vanishing quickly again towards the south. They focused on troops, and any lightly armored vehicles.

Many had also thrown some sort of limet mine on armored vehicles. The Vrakians had a new enemy, the Orc hordes of the north were now attacking the Vrakains columns and their supply train were now under attack.

*****
To: Diplomatic Corps of the House of Vrak
From: The House of De'Bruth

Why do you engage in moving through the lands of the Orc Hordes? You are too far from the settlements of the shore and the borders of the Enclave to move with any rapidity towards the squatters.

Futher, we and House Netha shall deal with the squatters. The Lake shall soon be ice in the north, and they shall be only able to move supplies in through the air. But we shall show them that the Var control the skys here.

In fact, the Vrakian division had been noticed, and it was the straw the broke the camel's back. The Imperium had promised protection to the Federation and the Vrakians had pre-empted any move that could dissuade the Klatch from doing something foolish, so the Imperium decided to make the Klatch think twice after the fact.

Bomber and interceptor crews had their leave cancelled and were put on ten-minute alert; everything in the aircraft was on standby, war ordnance was loaded, and the people actually charged with flying the aircraft went to sleep with their flight gear on or within arm's reach. Intercontinental cruise missile launch facilities also went to standby, something that was somewhat less noticeable but still detectable if one was conversant with the methods. Subjugator ballistic missile submarines had their enclosed pens flooded and slipped out, along with their escorts, having never broken the surface. And perhaps the most noticeable action, Imperial Marine combat teams loaded into transports. Of course, all this was just preparation for the Klatchian territory in Haven, the real show would be elsewhere.

Dyelli Beybi Defese Taskforce 1 began a smooth acceleration out of Haven waters, heading due west until it clear the neighboring Democratic Underground region, where it turned north. The taskforce would huge the Arctic and come into the Klatch from the north, the fastest possible route, which incidentally was also the fast possible route to the Vrak mainland.

Of course, Sadira recieved a priority message through her mobile comms device informing her of the Vrakian deployments and the Imperial counter-deployments. A couple commands later and the information was forwarded to Dzerzhinsky. Scanning the bar for who she had thought was a Vrakian, and seeing her next to the Vaadian in the gaudy dress uniform only confirmed her guess, she headed that way.

When she reached the pair she totally ignored the Vaadian and said to the Vrakian woman, "You know, I think the Foreign Services dosier on your nation gave you all far too much credit. I mean, it takes a special kind of fool to order aggressive movements against a new nation that poses no threat when the latter nation's primary benefactor has a rather larger presence just across a bay from one of your territories. Or did you honestly believe the Imperium wouldn't react?"

The entire tone of the address was almost entirely inflectionless, with only just a bit of dry humor coloring the young diplomat's voice. Fortunately the woman across from her only served walruses and was not actually one, otherwise the young Saleh protege would have been more circumspect. She was looking forward to the reaction either one would have to the rather obvious provocation.

Ineighboring Democratic Underground region, where it turned north. The taskforce would huge the Arctic and come into the Klatch from the north, the fastest possible route, which incidentally was also the fast possible route to the Vrak mainland.


OOC: Three things about that. Please make sure that you consult the map since you will be skirting very close to North Germania. Now, I don't know how active NG the player is (as of late, it seems not very much) but it's something that you have to be aware of.

Secondly, as you seem to already know, the Arctic is fraught with icebergs and whatnot. You are not as aware as the locals of the terrain so again, something to keep in mind.

Finally, I've established that Vrak has an extensive torpedo net (borrowing the idea from Neo Tyr) in place. So you could find your ships suddenly being under attack from literally hundreds of emplacements. I can dig for the links if you so wish. As always, I'm ready to field any questions you may have.

IV, I'll reply shortly. I have to leave this particular computer lab in 5 minutes...

IC:


When she reached the pair she totally ignored the Vaadian and said to the Vrakian woman, "You know, I think the Foreign Services dosier on your nation gave you all far too much credit. I mean, it takes a special kind of fool to order aggressive movements against a new nation that poses no threat when the latter nation's primary benefactor has a rather larger presence just across a bay from one of your territories. Or did you honestly believe the Imperium wouldn't react?"

The entire tone of the address was almost entirely inflectionless, with only just a bit of dry humor coloring the young diplomat's voice. Fortunately the woman across from her only served walruses and was not actually one, otherwise the young Saleh protege would have been more circumspect. She was looking forward to the reaction either one would have to the rather obvious provocation.

The tall Inuit woman turned to the Scandavian States representative.

"Rosaline Qiqrin, Special Envoy of the Glorious Kingdom. Your manners, such as they are, only confirm to us the perception you portray to the world."

She then turned to the Vaadian general.

"My apologies for this rude interruption. Now, what were you saying?"

Command General Lucane didn't even bat an eyelash as the Scandavian Ambassador proved her ignorance and he said quite tonelessly "That would sound like a threat if it were coming from the representative of a nation that had a military that anyone should take seriously."

He then turned to the bar and orded a soda with a twist of lime.

The usually humourless General smiled at Rosaline Qiqrin's words and then continued "Apparently even though the Republican Council does not officially recognize the Federation, I am here to show Vaadian support for the Federation's stance in regards to Timaru and Moskau."

He didn't want to say more until the unfortunate Scandavian had retreated out of earshot.

*****

Back at Tollan the renewed movements of the Imperium's fleets were noted and recorded. The ever watchful RASTER Satellites catalogged everything that the Imperium put into the water. The thermographic imagers of the powerful satellites peeled away layers of water to find the heat signatures of the Scandavian submarines, fortuantely Ilek-Vaad's familiarity with Scandavian hardware gave them a ready catalog of heat signatures for comparison. There was nothing put into the water that Fire Control couldn't eventually find. It was doubly fortunate that the Imperium had badly telegraphed their intentions with the totally cumbersome and ridiculous deployment of over two thousand ships.

The words 'cluster' and 'f*ck' immediately leapt to Commander Ring's mind as he looked over the reports. He shrugged "Keep the Naval Guard at full alert status, forward all of this to the Glorious Kingdom and keep me informed. Jesus, that much hardware, we don't even need to aim a missle to hit something, just fire in their general direction. What neanderthals."

Seargent Emael grinned "Yes sir."

Commander Ring relaxed "I'm reminded of the words of Supreme Republican Commander Namroth Vedic 'More isn't always better, sometimes more, just means more targets.' how true."

Seargent Emael headed off to relay Commander Ring's commands. Commander Ring accessed his console and changed the Imperium's Threat Assessment Level from 'Non-Existant' to 'Probable Irritant'.

"Those territories are Klatchian" The Klatchian Foreign Minister stated dryly, he was looking at his Var aide and not the interupting diplomat.

"First, the Imperium has little understanding of the situation. I say that based on the fact that you have suddenly declared Mosakau to be defacto your client state, which actually puts them in more danger than they were thirty seconds before." He paused, for a moment then began again. "The Vrakians forces are moving through Klatchian territory. Obviously we need to move forces to protect our border with a client state of the Imperium do we not? Considering that the Imperium has chosen to send ten cruisers off chasing down a single monitor."

William turned, "Somehow the Imperium has decided to once again interfere in an internal Klatchian matter. However you have once again done so with an unclear picture of the situation. For instance, in declaring your support of this upstart Federation, you have also secured the lives of people guilty in the complicit genocide of an entire race. Unfortunatly for them, it would seem that those they have butchered are about to return to seek revenge."
There was a slight wry grin there. He knew that all of the outsiders really had no clue about internal Dyellian politics at all. The place was a quagmire of racial divisions, and internal intrigue so layered it was impossible to know who all the players were and what side they were on.

The Minister eyed the Scandinavian with an icy glare, "Now then if you desire a war with the entire Klatch as well as the returning hordes of the avengers then so be it. But I think the Imperium is demonstrating a complete lack of prudence or knowledge right now. Demonstrated by the fact that your making theats to the Vrakians, who are leaderless and obviously following the Privy Council's orders."

The Landgrave sipped at his drink and let the rather abrupt comments sink in. Although the Vrakians were actually operating outside of the Privy Council's orders. There was no way that the Imperium would know who was giving the orders. Actually the Imperium was threating the wrong group of Klatchians.

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Annoucement from the Privy Council of the Federated Klatchian Coast

The small, four foot grey fox appeared on the screen. He was wearing a black jacket and sitting behind a rather large desk with the Klatchian Flag hanging down behind it.

"Good Morning my fellow Klatchians,

This morning we lost our beloved President, King Vrak. The King was dear to all of us, but most importantly to his people, the people of Vrak. To remember the King, there will be ten day time of morning. All officers of the Federation shall wear black, all flags of the Federation shall fly at half mast.

However, this is a time of crisis for the Federation, and as such I, Ozymandias J. Llewellyn, Knight of the Griffen, and Speaker of the Klatchian Parliament was named President of the Federation. And as President and Chariman of the Privy Council there are some matters which must be delt with.

Yesterday the Republic of Ilek-Vaad formally asked to be granted a Interference Warrant in the internal strife of Dyelli Beybi. This was done by Prince Corum Vaad of Ilek-Vaad to the Outer Consul of the Federation. After Careful study of this matter, I and the Outer Consul have decided to endorse this Warrant.

The Klatchian Guard Interference Warrant shall be valid for a period of sixty days, to be renewed only upon application to the Privy Council of the Federation.

Futher, the Klatchian Guard shall be Klatchian, it is hereby limited to a minimum of sixty percent Klatchian citizens within its ground troops. If the number is lower than sixty percent, the warrant is invalid and the JDF shall act accordingly.

Also, the Klatchian Guard must remove itself if, by judgement of the Privy Council, there is no way that their support of the Socialist Republican Government is impossible.

Now, The acting government of the Empire of Dyelli Beybi has declared that it desires to have assistance from the Imperium of Scandinavian States. Since the Klatchian Guard will have the support of an outside nation, I can not refuse to give their primary opponents some equal footing upon the battlefeild. As such I have granted the Scandinavian States a similar Interference Warrant.

Now I shall stress this, if any forces in the Dyellian Conflict act upon any soil not part of Greater Dyelli Beybi then they shall be considered invaders and delt with accordingly. Futher, if either side brings in assistance from a nation not here granted an Interference Warrant, or a powerful outside party, then both Interference Warrants shall be void and all non-klatchian forces shall leave Klatchian territory or be destroyed.

Also, if the Imperium attempts any interference outside of Dyelli Beybi in internal Klatchian matters, their Interference Warrent shall be invalid.

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Knotoss
The Alconian Ambassador looked at the pictures. "Alright, someone get me the Humanity Ambassador on the line, I want to know why they are threatening us."



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Prince Corum had now become the defacto pipeline to the Federation, since the Republican Council would not talk to anyone in Federation government. After his meeting with the Republican Council and his appointment as Advocate to the Federation, a position they incidentally just made up, specifically for him, he returned to his offices at the Metropole Building and sighed penning an e-mail to the Privy Council with the Vaadian concerns in conjuction with Sir Ozy's speech.

To: Privy Council of The Federated Klatchain Coast
From: Prince Corum Vaad, Advocate, Ilek-Vaad

I watched with great interest the speech delivered by Sir Ozymandius Llewellyn and I do thank him for clarifiring the position of the Foreign Guard and the fact that the Privy Council had indeed discussed it and come to agreement on the matter. However some other concerns were raised.

First, I was informed that I needed to apply for an interference waiver, in person. I do not recall a Scandavian Embassy, or delegation in Port Olympus yesterday to ask for a similiar waiver. I would like clarification as to who from the Imperium of the Scandavian States applied for their interference waiver. IF no representative for the Imperium applied for such a waiver then I must protest that the waiver given to the Imperium was not held to the same standards that the Free Republic was required to adhere to for the afforementioned waiver.

Second, The Free Republic, it's Retalitatory Guard and Foreign Guard are not the armed muscle of the Federation. I will be recommending to the Republican Council that if Scandavian forces are allowed to enter the Klatch and invade Dyelli Beybi, that the Foreign Guard be removed and that the Retaliatory Guard be ordered not to react. Stability in Dyelli Beybi is for the benefit of the totality of the Klatch, and the Free Republic will not weaken itself with a pointless war against the Imperium for the benefit of the Federation.

Third, The Foreign Guard is only acting because of the void left by the inaction of the Federation, we have asked repeatedly for the Federation to act for itself and for it's member state in these matters. The affairs in Dyelli Beybi are only actionable because of the negligence of the Federation and the vacuum left by the absence of Federation authority. The Federations actions in simply granting an inteference waiver are not enough. The Federation must take the lead in resolving these issues.

The Republican Council is reviewing these matters at my request, and will be acting accordinly after I have relayed to them any answers to my concerns that the Privy Council can furnish.

I Thank You,
Corum Vaad
King of Lassic, Coventry and the Border Principalities
Advocate of the Free Republic

He then sent it, and then surfed around to his favorite porn sites.

[Vrak, yes I would like to see the link, if for no other reason than it would give me some insight on the defense net that I'm considering.

IV, that's nice, but are you aware of just how difficult it is to track ships with satellite? Soviet RORSATS had trouble picking up carrier battle groups when they didn't mind being found, it was next to impossible for the Soviets to find them when they didn't. Also, I should point out that by virtue of normal anechoic tiles submarines don't give off much of a thermal signature, never mind the other measures that have been designed into the sub to render it nearly undetectable by passive means. And I should point out that merely knowing what basic stats of a vessel means very little, as the performance parameters of systems or subsystems are going to be highly classified.]


"Mr. Qiqrin, this is hardly about manners. This is about your nation doing stupid things for reasons which are best left unguessed. Frankly, I'm unsurprised that your nation has chosen to take such a belligerent stance, however deploying a division and several naval platforms capable of delivering nuclear weapons and obviously aiming them towards a nation you are set to negotiate with undermines the honesty and forthrightness of your position. However, I'm sure you are aware of that, so I shall save us both time and deliver my message. The Imperium has pledged defense of the this Federation until such time as they have their feet under them and are capable of defending themselves, should your nation elect to attack Timaru and Moskau during this period the Imperium will have no choice but to declare war and use any means at its disposal to prevent your nation from launching further attacks against the Federation.

"As for you General, I won't stoop to your level by delivering petty insults. However, I will point out that your nation hasn't seen fit to upgrade its capabilities in, ah... quite some time.

"And finally, we come to the esteemed Foreign Minister of the Federated Klatchian Coast. Leaving aside your rediculous talk of ghosts, I will reiterate what I said to your Vrakian friend. The Federation has the Imperium's pledge of defense against any aggressors, I at no point declared Timaru and Moskau to be a client of the Imperium. Further, I shall point out the fundamental error in the tripe you just tried to feed me about that Vrakian division, they were underway well before I even left my seat. And if you want to back Vrak's aggressive moves against a state that wants nothing more than to be left alone, that is your prerogotive."

With a sarcastic smirk and a kiss blown in the Vaadian's direction, Sadira sauntered off to finish her drink.

Command General Lucane sipped his soda and then replied "Oh, we've upgraded our capabilities monthly. Of course your intelligence wouldn't notice anyhow. Good evening."

To: Prince Corum Vaad,
From: Jhon Suza, Department Head, Office of Legal Affairs
Subject: Interference Warrant,
Understanding Standing and Non-Standing in the Dyellian Civil War

First, on the Scandinavian Waiver, the petition was made by the acting government of the Empire of Greater Dyelli Beybi. Likewise a petition on behalf of the Klatchian Guard could have been made by represenatives of the Socialist Republic. However, all recoginized members of that government appear to be in Moskau at the moment. This left the duty to fall on your shoulders.

Second, the acting Government of Greater Dyelli Beybi considers the Relalitory Guard to be invaders, or at least acting to set up a puppet government of the Republican Council.

The Federal Government does not see either position, either the Vaadian or Imperial, as actually true. Our present beleif is that the government led by Soult has clung to the Imperium only due to presense of Vaadian Retalitory Guard forces off the coast.

If the Republic wishes to remove all Klatchian Guard forces from Dyelli Beybi so be it. They can cross into the Glorious Kingdom of Vrak as has been already stated. Obviously, the Scandinavian Warrant shall be reconsidered under these changes, as is the Privy Council's reserved right.

Now, It would seem that the final argument of lack of Federal involvement is true, but also erronous. The question becomes one of legal standing. Under the Klatchian Constitution and the Dyellian Precedent, the Federal Government will only intervene in internal matters under certain circumstances.

These are the circumstances that give the Federal Government standing in the matter:

1) That the regime change endangers the Klatch as a whole, or another State. (Unless of course that State is already interfering under an Interference Warrant.) This is refered to as The Dyellian precedent.

2) That the regime change is conducted in a fraudulent manner. That whatever occurs is done in a manner in which the new or existing government lies to the Federal Government. This is refered to as the Karmanyaka precedent.

Since Soult has neither violated 1 nor 2 (that we know of) at this time. The Federal Government does not have standing to intervene. Attempting to suddenly force our views upon any State, without reason, even one as chaotic as Dyelli Beybi, would lead immediatly to a Klatchian Civil War.

The Klatchian Guard does, by its treaty with the Socialist Republic, have standing in the matter. If it wishes not to act upon it, I doubt that there shall be much complaint from the Federation.

If you have any futher questions, or my explination was unclear to you, please hire a third party legal advice on the Klatch and Federal Constitutional Law.

Jhon Suza,
Office of Legal Affairs

P.S. How can you actually read this letter since, as far as I can deterimine, legally I am a figment of your imagination?

The Foreign Minister just chuckled, "Ghosts...really they should have learned better. This is the Klatch, goblins and gouls actually have a vote. And their own Ministry. And who says we're threatening Moskau...after all it will take the Vrakians two weeks to cross the northern territories on the ground."

(OOC: I am assuming about a 35km/hr rate across the rather tractless wilderness for Vrak. Especially with having to find fords/etc across the rivers, deal with forests...although the swamps should be fairly solid about now...)

1) That the regime change endangers the Klatch as a whole, or another State. (Unless of course that State is already interfering under an Interference Warrant.) This is refered to as The Dyellian precedent.



Corum cut and attached the above to his reply.

To:Jhon Suza, Department Head, Office of Legal Affairs
From:Prince Corum Vaad, Vaadian Advocate

RE:Interference Warrant,
Understanding Standing and Non-Standing in the Dyellian Civil War

It is the position of the Republican Council that Generale Soult Has indeed violated the first condition as mentioned in your response. Generale Soult committed acts of war against the Free Republic before we even 'requested' a waiver of interference. These acts of war obviously endanger the Free Republic and the Klatch as a whole as the Federation would be forced to act militarily in any war between the Free Republic and a Federation state.

This has been our stance from day one, and we have only acted because of the Federations refusal to uphold it's legal obligations in this matter. This has led the Republican Council to surmise that the Federation obviously does not see the Free Republic as a 'state' and the Republican Council has reacted in kind.

Generale Soult detained, threatened and attempted to kill Vaadian agents, apparently General Imro's life has only been spared because those guarding him have now asked that he lead them against Generale Soult. We cannot stress enough that this more than meets the definition of the 1st clause under which the Federation must act.

If the Federation continues to deny responsibilty then the Republican Council has acted rightly in not recognizing the Federation as a legal and viable government. A state that does not act in accordance with it's own laws is only a well funded social club. I hope that the Federation reconsiders in this matter and takes action as it should.

Prince Corum Vaad,
King of Lassic, Coventry and the Border Principalities,
Advocate of the Free Republic.

Prince Corum hmmmed as he sent it. "Legal aide, eh?"

He then set about contacting a Federation Constitutional lawyer, to sue the Federation Council on his behalf for not acting when Generale Soult, coupe leader, acted to endanger the Free Republic and the whole of the Klatch.

"Why not" he mused as he dialed the number of the top Federation Constitutional Lawyer listed on the Port Olympus Bar Association's website "Lassic, Coventry and the Border Principalities are technically my possessions, if the Federation endangers them, then I have the right to challenge them in court!"

As Corum had told the Landgravine, he was the wrong person to talk to. He was an imaginative thorn in the side of anyone that vexed him, and now he was wriggling his irrepressable sharpness into the paw of the Federation.

OOC: SS, for you. Second paragraph I believe where it mentions the Walrus Sea and all. I don't have exact numbers on it but it would be fair to say that is is extensive, robust, well-hidden, and armed with supercav torps. I 'm assuming that these kind of torpedoes would be the best for the job. As well, this is just a quick post so I'll reply to others later.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10188053&postcount=41

IC:

The Vrakian pointedly ignored the rude Scandavian but obviously her brashness revealed quite a bit of information. Information, of course that can be used against them.

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In the far north, the Vrakian convoy did not anticipate the orcs to be this far west and armed with RPGs. Obviously, intel about the orcs and their ways was out of date as several APCs fell victim. The limpet mines also proved to be irritating, as some tank treads were blown.

The response, however, was ferocious. HEAT rounds and heavy machine gun fire returned the favor into the orc horde. This did bring a new development to this situation for unless the orcs had nightvision (which the Vrakians would not know) then it was assumed that somehow they acquired night vision goggles. Which meant that either they developed the technology on their own, or were being supplied by someone.

The LOW missive was filed for now. The Vrakian rep in the Privy Council was contact as well as Vrak Military High Command.

The trio of Macisikani delegates had been drifting around the room, commenting on this, examining that, and generally being bored out of their skulls.

When the Scandinavian delegate confronted the Vrakian, it drew the instant attention of all three; finally they'd spotted something more interesting than the decor.

With deRenci in the lead, the trio observed the whole thing from a discreet distance; not enough to be seen as eavesdropping, but close enough to have a damn good idea of what was going on.

Sir Ozy's speech had been seen in Arn-Maciska, but apart from earning the Klatchians a prime spot in the evening news, and getting a memo to Baroness Aryet, there had been no reaction in the Imperial capital.

"No appology necessary, Mr. Dzerzhinsky," Aisha replied in a friendly tone. "It gave us a wonderful chance to get to know Ms. Dashwood."

Leo inclined his head slightly. There was something in the way Dzerzhinsky had replied that made him uneasy. It almost sounded as if he knew Leo, or rather more appropriately knew of him, and that unsettled Leo. He tried to recall mission in which he might have been compromised to Dyellian Intelligence, but could come up with none. Failing that he tried to recall any in which he had been compromised, there were only a select few. Still it was highly unlikely that the Dyellians would know of him. Yet, try as he might he could not shake the feeling.

Aisha took a drink of her water carefully considering her reply and Dzerzhinsky's question. There was no easy answer. "The Imperium has made a spoken commitment it fully intends to honor. Drakonia may not yet be bound by a Defense Pact, but it will honor the agreements it makes be they verbal or otherwise. And beside, one of the reason this Mission was sent was to establish just such a treaty. There are however, certain assurances we will need before we can honorably commit to such an alliance. We must be sure that the Fundamental Rights of Sentient Beings are being honored by Timaru and Moskau, and that no heinous crime, such as were prolific in the Dyelli Beybi Regime, are being committed. Of course, my government correctly believes that as your nation has just become independent, it has had no time for such actions, and therefore deserves the benefit of the doubt."

She paused to take a drink. "I will however be pushing heavily for a peaceful solution to your independence. The Imperium is not ready for open war with the Federated Klatchian Coast; that is not to say we could not effectively engage in one, just that we are not in a favorable position for one. As I am told, deployment into your nation, under war conditions would be extremely difficult.

"As to how far the Imperium is willing to go--" This time she paused only a moment before pressing on. "--While hostilities may not be open, a State of War does exist between the Imperium and Dyelli Beybi, and by extension all of Klatch. Should it come to it, the Imperium will go to war to uphold its agreements. The Imperium will defend your free nation from Klatchian aggression."

Aisha smiled, letting the seriousness fade for but a moment. "And it is not impolite of you to ask this Mr. Dzerzhinsky. These are important issues that your nation faces and they must be address. Promptness is a virtue in this case."

OOC: Urgh, I know I could simply read the thread, but I'm too lazy to. Can someone please tell me what's the situation so far?

OOC: Urgh, I know I could simply read the thread, but I'm too lazy to. Can someone please tell me what's the situation so far?

OOC: No. Why don't you just read the thread and draw your own conclusions? It's not that hard.

If there was one thing the Dyellians instictively hated it was foreigners. They were suspicious of the Vaadians. Soult wasn't popular, but the Socialist Republic had been felt to be weak willed. They especially didn't like the new President of Klatch though... Who was he to allow outside invaders carte blanche to invade Dyelli Beybi.

"They said sixty percent Klatchian." one of the men in the bunker growled.

"That they did. Which mean effectively if we kill all of the Foreign guard they'll have to leave." the other replied.

There was a chuckle, "Then our office has some use after all."

"Indeed. Indeed so." the second replied, "In fact we have been instructed to begin distribution of warheads to Lancia units."

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Elsewhere Cheka agents had gathered, "Basically." the leader explained, "The Emperor has decided that this move against us by Klatch cannot go unpunished."

The others around the table nodded, "We are not however." the leader continued, "Restricting ourselves to what would normally be regarded as valid targets."

There was distinct uneasiness around the table. They all knew what this meant. They all knew where this road was leading.

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In Dyelli Beybi's semi-independent substates the mood was similar. Neither New Dyelli nor East Benjia had supported Soult until this point. Things were different now though. Within half an hour of the announcement that Ilek-Vaad was given permission to 'interfere' Dyelli Beybi, both Provinces had declared their support for the new Government in Cyro. Meaning that the Christchurch-Cyro-Desagradavel axis was reformed and Southern Dyelli Beybi was once again presenting a united front (apart from the annoying problem of the Cardinal of Saint Guineford's rebellion in that city).

Soult did not make a reply yet. He was fuming. There wasn't a 'United Republic' Government existing in any way shape or form. All that was left of that Government had declared independence from Klatch. Something Soult hadn't done, yet the Klatchians were more or less inviting the Vaadians to come in and hand the country over to the Moskavites. He wasn't going to have that. He would have to explore what options were open to him, although he was begining to see why the Moskavites had declared independence, it was looking like an increasingly good idea.

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(OOC: Yes Davies was keeping the letter in the pocket of her blouse. So it would be quite open to anyone from LOW to pick up and read then do whatever they felt like with it. Oh and btw Collin's 2iC's name is Palmer)

Half way across the continent Davies smiled in a disorientated sort of way, "Thank you and thank you, it is a little nippy in these parts." she replied to the offer of food and a sweater. The sweater would be more appreciated than they had probably guessed, Davies was from Cyro, even 20 degrees Celcius seemed impresively cold to her.

She collected a modest amount of food and seated herself, "So... do you mind if I ask who you people are? You seem to know who I am, but I don't think the title Commisaar really applies anymore. I guess I'll just have to go back to being 'Miss'."

She shrugged.


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Collins meanwhile sighed, "I guess I am a good bargaining chip. Although I would be curious as to the price they have put on me."

"All things considered." she mused, "I guess I'd be more than happy to apply for a possition with one of the Houses on project Walrus. I don't have any money and very few friends, although I would like warn everyone first that I'm expecting in 7 months."

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It appeared on the very edge of the Solar system, although it was quite clear it was headed in the direction of Klatchian space. It was an odd looking craft. A large sphere surrounded by a spinning ring which was only held to the centre by a few small supports. It could have been something random, but it wasn't.

OOC: No. Why don't you just read the thread and draw your own conclusions? It's not that hard.
OOC: I know the outline: seperatists, a mainland nation that sees it as a renegade province, and several prominent members of the international community (several Gholgoth nation-states are involved, along with a few maritime powers). I just wanted to know whether the situation has changed and whether it was possible for diplomacy to prevail.

"Miss Dashwood." Chlarissa corrected with a smile, being someone who was fairly open to announcing her marital status, most Dyellians were.

"There is going to be a war." Dzerzhinsky replied calmly, "I believe it is only a matter of time."

There was a beeping from his waist, "One moment please...." he pulled out a pager and read the short message he had recieved, "I would expect war will be declared within the week."

Dashwood was clearly curious as to what had been communicated to her superior, she kept darting glances across at the small machine, hoping to catch a glance of what the message was. She didn't have to stay curious for long, "The Vrakians are delpoying against us... apparently they have run into some Orc trouble." he gave a wry half smile.

"I think." Chlarissa took this as her cue to step in and answer the 'hard question', "That what the Director is hinting at is that Timaru and Moskau is the only place in the Federation bar Dyelli Beybi that gives citizenship to the Orcs. We have no trouble with here. It was actually one of the driving reasons behind independence."

"As the Orc population grows." Felix continued, "The hatred of Klatch also grows. In most of Klatch they hunt Orcs, in some states they are regarded as food. The Klatchians were tactless enough to send a Var here. We will have anti Klatchian demonstrations outside the Conference."

"Anyway." Chlarissa took over again, "You will find our sentient rights record to be good, we welcome an investigation if you feel it is necessary. The only activity that may be frowned upon that I can think of was the execution of much of the mafia in the city."

She had phrased it well, cutting out all hints of her disaproval of Dzerzhinsky's less scrupulous activities, yet her tone was not totally controlled.

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The Klatchian declaration had seen Brezhnev getting up to make his own speech; the stocky man standing behind a podium with the 'Reg Flag' hung behind him.

"We are gathered today in earnest prayer for our cousins in Dyelli Beybi." he bagan, sounding like an earnest pastor, "As well as for the Soul of the departed President in Klatch. Although the behaviour of the newly appointed President, some manner of sentient rodent, has left much to be built upon."

He insulted the new President blithely on International television

"In his first duty, the President has led Klatch down the same path it has always taken; that involving the utmost contempt for the lives of it's citizens. Inviting not one, but two foreign powers to invade Dyelli Beybi. To tear the Southern State apart in an orgy of destruction." he pronounced this with relish.

"The obvious route for Dyelli Beybi at this time lies in independence from Klatch." a pause, "Who can indefinitely endure such treachery? In time all states will note the corruption of Klatch and join Timaru and Moskau in independence from the whole. However, until then we welcome any States considering independence in joining a temporary defence pact to safeguard our borders."

It sounded like Brezhnev was having a jolly time poking at Klatch in General. 'Poking the Walrus' people would have said before the King had died.

The House in LOW

The older gentleman nodded, "Well I happen to be a retired IIS officer. And the ladies here, are all on loan to House Crawfnord from the Hull Division."

If Davies had any background she would have realized what was up. She was in a room with a group of small, attractive female special force marines from the United Duchies.

Someone handed Davies a large red wool sweater. The food was actually being served buffet style off of a table along one wall of the dining room.

"You were supposed to be recovering here as my guest. But then plans changed, we need your help in accessing the Gate before we destroy it. So we can get the information that will allow us to hunt down and destroy Himmler's base."

******
Mr. Teddy paused, "Ah, well then...I think I need to get a medical consult before we discuss things any futher."

*****
(sorry for screwing up the name)

Klatch One
<Officer of Watch, Unknown Object near Kupiter Belt>
<Acknowledged, tag as Kena Kena Backo>
<Aye Aye>

The humans of in the observation center of Klatch One were dwarfed by the massive hollographic tank in the center. Standing almost 60 feet high it showed the entire solar system. There was so much crap in system that there were four levels of 'monitors' watching the vast number of ships moving through the solar system.

<Officer of Watch, Kena Kena Backo appears to be moving towards Klatchian Space.>
<Continue to plot course...advise Action directly from now on...>
<Aye Aye...>

The action room was sectioned off from the observation center by panels of some clear, transparent material. The Watch Officer stepped through the automatic door. <We have a possible bogie as Intelligence described>
<We will monitor...thank you>
The Action Officer turned and looked at everyone. <If it continues on its present course I want an intercept course for all Klatchian Space assets on this side of the Terra system's sixth planet orbit.>
<Notify the Privy Council as well as the High Council immediatly>
******
The Var built their bases underground and underwater for the most part. The world was not going to see them preparing to move. They wouldn't see the orbital interdiction batteries arming.

They would see a whole group of satilites suddenly rotate 90 degrees.

The Klatch knew someone was coming, and the Klatch was preparing.
****
The Orc Territories
There were several dead orcs, and their massive mounts littering the ground in the morning.

Of course the Vrakian scouts were now trying to find a way across a rather small dramatic river valley. The small, fast moving river had cut a rather nasty cliff into the granite bedrock.

And their were eyes watching them from the heights from amongst the trees.

Moskau Bar
The Var aide returned to the diplomatic group and held something forward in his claw hand. The Landgravine took it and read the small screen.

"My fellow Klatchians, and of course you General," He indicated the Vaadian General, "It would seem we should be preparing to leave soon. About a thousand years of payback is about to slam into the Dyellian race, including our hosts."

He turned to his human aide and showed her the screen. She nodded and returned to the reception desk.

"Ah, if you would please inform Mr. Dzerzhinsky that Mister Himmler has reappeared like a rather toxic penny, or a rather massive astroid."

******
Press Release
The President does not support the intervention of foreign forces in the Klatch. However, each State is legally entitled to give foreign nations the right to intervene in their internal matters.

The Socialist Republic of Dyelli Beybi did grant this right to the Klatchian Guard. It is not his place to remove that right because of his own personal wishes. If any individual of the Socialist Republican Government does not want Vaadian intervention, then I suggest they discuss the matter with the Vaadians themselves.

The foreign intervention within Dyelli Beybi has been at the request of Dyellians, not the Federation. If a state does not want legal interference by outside nations, then they should not give outside nations the right to intervene in the first place. The President will personally ask that no foreign troops ever be quartered in the Federation durring a time of peace.

Press Release II
Executive Order L-1, Alien Invasion
Alien Invasion Protocols

The Federated Klatchian Coast hearby declares that it shall consider any future invasion by an alien race, to be a special circumstance. Futher the Federated Klatchian Coast shall consider this event to be genocidal in nature to all Klatchian Races and shall act in accordance. The protocols of the Federation Response is detailed, but not limited too, the items presented here.

Alien Race shall include any race unknown to us, or any unknown cyborg or cybernetic race, or any race which though idenfiable was developed upon a planet outside of the Klatchian Planets. It shall not include those Klatchian Races which have developed within the Territory of the Klatch or are members of the Klatchian Federation.

We include in the definition of Alien those races which have attempted to commit genocidal acts against Klatchian Races in the past. Such as the Machine God Dozle.

Futher Alien Invasion provisions shall only be applied when said Alien Race invades from orbit, or has its primary supply depots/routes in orbit or deep space.

Under the Alien Invasion Protocol:

1-All Foreign Militaries not in good standing with the Federation as a whole, or who's activities shall hinder our response shall be asked to leave Klatchian Territory. If they do not, they shall be considered automatic allies of the alien invaders.

Those allies of our States that wish to assist in stopping the invasion, please immediatly contact the Klatchian Privy Council.

2-Klatchian airspace shall be sealed except to Klatchian allies, the Klatchian States, and to medical response teams of the international community that are recognized by the Federation

3-The Federated Klatchian Coast shall declare a naval exclusion zone of four hundred nautical miles from our territory, excluding where this will interfere with the standard costal rights of our neighbors, to allow movement of men and material unhindered.

4-The Federation will destroy any alien bases and forces occuping Disputed Klatchian Territory without quarter and without regard to non-klatchian, or non-klatchian allied forces in the area. We shall not make consideration for non-klatchian citizens in those areas.

The Federation shall give notice that it will be acting upon No Quarter Rules when rule four applies.

5-The Federated Klatchian Coast shall see any attempt to coddle, or assist the Alien Invaders as an act of war against the Federation.

Athena lights the path of wisdom,
Sir Ozy, President of the Federated Klatchian Coast
<Family Seal>
<Seal of the Federated Klatchian Coast>

Command General Lucane didn't appear concerned and simply placed a call to Tollan Fire Control. This call was relayed to the Ministry of Defence and then finally the First Republican.

Lucane then disconnected and looked to the others "The Free Republic is prepared for all eventualities."

******

The space station Phyrric I began to slowly power up, bringing online it's Navigator built resonance generator and it's it's Razer Cannons. The pilots of the Sword of Damocles OAV's were readied and briefed.

******

Back in Great Lassic the First Republican placed a call to the Commonwealth Embassy.

"Ambassador XD? This is First Republican Theleb Kanaan. It appears as though we may require the assistance of The Commonwealth as per our mutual defence/mutual aid pact. If you could I would greatly appreciate a meeting with you at your earliest convienance."

He then stood and waited, looking out of the window of his over the fresh falling snow.

OOC: I know the outline: seperatists, a mainland nation that sees it as a renegade province, and several prominent members of the international community (several Gholgoth nation-states are involved, along with a few maritime powers). I just wanted to know whether the situation has changed and whether it was possible for diplomacy to prevail.

OOC: I'm going to make this reply my last one. I don't know why some people like to jump into a thread, explain that they are lackadaisical (as if this is a perfectly acceptable excuse) and yet expect people to summarize the thread for them. Personally, I have better things to do that to write up a brief synopsis for your benefit, especially if you haven't shown any inclination to perhaps participate in the storyline. Again, it would be nice if you, and the thousands that are slothful like you, to actually read the threads and if you have any questions to telegram the people involved (such as the thread starter) or catch them on IRC.

Cislunar Space
aboard the New Shiron Royal Space Force Carrier "Alderbaran"
Admiral Hatfield frowned, her blue eyes steely, as she read over the latest orders. "As if things weren't complicated enough." she muttered. Changing into combat dress, she commed the flag bridge. "Jennifer, pass this command to all ships. 'Form up on me, and proceed to rally point Yankee in 20 minutes. Acknowledge.' Send a copy to Commodore Crossfield if you will as well."

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20 minutes later, the all 36 New Shiron starships were accelerating away from Luna at 6 gravities and then upon reaching a safe distance, activiting their warp drives and skipping across the solar system to a point 10 AU from Sol, and 3 AU above the plane of the Solar System.

The declaration by the Federal Government only served to further anger Soult. Anger him enough that he actually sent out a proclamation

Official Proclamation from His Majesty Pierre Soult of the Empire of Greater Dyelli Beybi
The Government of Klatch has suggested that our predessesors, the Government of the United Republics has given permission for the Vaadians to invade us. If this is indeed true, those who formed the Government the United Republics have betrayed all Dyellians. They were traitors to their race, guilty of nothing less than treason and ultimately of genocide.
Any Dyellian, D'Reg, Benjian, Leean or Moskauan who supports the Vaadian invaders is also guilty of treason and will be shown no quarter. Any person who supplies food, water or shelter to the invaders is guilty of treason. What these people are supporting is the death of our culture, the destruction of our way of life. The invasion will be stopped, no matter the cost.
The Government of Klatch are traitors to the idea of the Nation they claim to be upholding. They have effectively given the Vaadians carte blanche to invade us., claiming that only a person of a non-existent Government can act legitimately to negotiate peace. Only a person representing a dead regime can avert war. The Klatchian Government are the worst kind of traitors. We hold the Klatchian President personally responsible for the death of every Dyellian that will result from his actions.

His Majesty Pierre Soult I
Emperor of Greater Dyelli Beybi

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"I can still help." Collins protested, sounding almost desperate, "Even if I can't go charging around like some kind of Commando, I can still act in an advisory capacity, I don't need to be fit for that."

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Davies meanwhile was looking a little alarmed, "Thank you." she said, as she was passed the sweater, giving a grateful smile.

"As for your gate... I know where it is, if it still exists. It will be a major hassle to get into it, it's in an underground bunker near Cyro, guarded by some of the toughest soldiers around."

Moskau Bar
Most people would not have been able to hear what the Landgrave had said, but deRenci had exceptional hearing.
He lazily motioned one of his guards over, and murmured something about "cutting the trip short" and "readying the transport".
The other two Macisikani suddenly found the carpet to be absolutely fascinating.

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Arn-Maciska
The only immediate effect that Sir Ozy's press releases had in the UIK was to create migraines for the Secretariat of State for Trade; since the Neo Tyrinian affair had faded from the public's minds, SST had lifted any trade restrictions on the Klatch, reasoning that there was a very large and lucrative market in the FKC. With Sir Ozy's announcements released, SST received over a dozen calls from various trading companies, all wanting to know if Klatch was embargoing trade. Though there was nothing in the press releases to say so, SST immediately ordered the grounding of the few commercial flights to the FKC, just in case. Sir Silvanas, the head of the SST, also prepared (but didn't release) a special order affecting any Klatchian airlines operating in the UIK; if UIK flights couldn't go to Klatch at all, he reasoned, Klatchian flights couldn't go to the UIK without paying through the nose.

They caused a bigger headache for the Ambassador-General's office, responsible for Macisikani diplomatic missions around the world. The announcement that Klatchian airspace had been sealed was being taken by several M.P.'s to include diplomatic transports; Baron deRenci, Baroness Aryet, and Regent Perez were all in the Klatch. While the former two were, frankly, replaceable, Perez was the Godfather of the young Crown Prince, and a close personal friend of the King-Emperor.
That was a problem.

In the monolithic Ministry of Defence, Space Division noted the strange object; as it was not posing a threat to UIK holdings, they weren't concerned. Nevertheless, it was being tracked.

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To: Sir Ozymandias Llewellyn, President of the Federated Klatchian Coast
From: Ministry of External Affairs
Subject: Sealing of Klatchian airspace.
Mr. President,

We do hope that your announcement to the effect of sealing Klatchian airspace does not apply to diplomatic transports for our emissaries currently in Vrak and Timaru and Moskau.

Hard questions are being asked in high places, and I would greatly appreciate it if you could help me clear up this misunderstanding.

My colleagues in the Secretariat of State for Trade have informed me that there is the occasional commercial passenger airline operating from the UIK to the FKC. SST would like to obtain permission for UIK commercial airliners to continue operating in the FKC, and I am requesting that such permission be granted, on their behalf.

Thank you for your time,
Baronet Celestine Alarl, His Imperial Majesty's Most Excellent Ambassador-General

*****

As she sent the missive off, Alarl sighed, then cleared the screen, and began typing a recall order for Sophronsa Aryet, currently in Vrak, and called for a packet of painkillers.
The sooner she could get Aryet back here, the better; the Baroness could deal with the Klatch. It was her job after all.

(Er...we haven't closed anything yet)

TO: Ministry of External Affairs,
From: Foreign Office of the Federated Klatchian Coast
Subject: Closing of Klatchian airspace.

We have not closed our airspace, or anything else. We have only notified our fellow states and the world what action shall be taken if/when an Alien invasion occurs.

If diplomats are in the Klatch when Klatchian Airspace becomes restricted in a time of emergency, they will need to orginize proper transport, either ground, sea, air, or underground rail, with their hosts (either State or Federal) at that time.

If diplomats are in a disputed region of the Klatch and need to travel across Klatchian airspace, prior routing before take-off with continous updates and possible routing to a safe location will occur.

If some problem with a diplomat in one of our States occurs during a period of crisis, please contact the Foreign Ministry. We will attempt to help expidite the return of any diplomats from our soil.

Travel Restrictions listed in our press release would be modified to suit the situation at the time. Since presently only airspace over Dyelli Beybi is restricted, and has been for sometime, your request is not applicable. Since we doubt your flight was into Cyro.

If one of your airlines does have a problem with flights into restricted airspace in the future. Please have them contact the United Duchies as they will likely be orginizing civilian flights under escort for foreign travelers.

I can only assume that a reporter made a mistake upon reprinting our press release along the way, causing this rather unfortunate mistake. We hope we have cleared the matter up, and addressed how to fully deal with said problems in the future if they do occur.

*****
"Well that was trying to be polite...somewhat..."

"Well what did you expect they start reacting like we have closed airspace. If there is an Alien Invasion I personally wouldn't want to be flighing into a warzone."

"I am starting to wonder if the world actually teaches critical reading anymore..."

Back in Great Lassic the First Republican placed a call to the Commonwealth Embassy.

"Ambassador XD? This is First Republican Theleb Kanaan. It appears as though we may require the assistance of The Commonwealth as per our mutual defence/mutual aid pact. If you could I would greatly appreciate a meeting with you at your earliest convienance."

He then stood and waited, looking out of the window of his over the fresh falling snow.

Ambassador-XD (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/commonwealthnav/Ambassador-XD.jpg) traveled to The House of the Republic to meet with the First Republican and 'she' was able to give him reassurance.

"Rest assured that The Autarch will carry out his end of the bargain. If any spatial power attempts to invade the Free Republic, The Autarch will order his Varangian Guard to act."

Ambassador-XD pauses here, receiving data from the Lagpunkt.

"The Autarch is prepared to pledge the five most recently commisioned Fleet Control Groups to the defence of your nation. They will be ready to deploy within hours, and will only await my request that they be sent , and they will be here within hours of my request."

OOC: A&H: I know that, OOCly. ICly? Different story.

IC:
Alarl read the Klatchian transmission, then cursed in French, Gaelic and English. The bloody Klatchians were right. The copy of the press release that the Ministry had and the copy that had been printed in the Arn-Maciska Times bore no resemblance to each other at all. It didn't help her headache that this was the ninth time in as many days it had happened, and that AMT had the accurate version.

She composed the reply, fired off a memo to the Minister, recommending that the translation staff be fired, and then forwarded the communiqué to the Secretariat of State for Trade, smiling as she did so.

Sir Silvanas would be livid when he found out. Contracts would likely be dropped as a result.

*********

To: Foreign Office of the Federated Klatchian Coast
From: Ministry of External Affairs
Subject: re: Closing of Klatchian airspace

Thank you for your note of clarification, but your efforts appear to have been unnecessary in this situation (though no doubt the information shall be useful someday).

Upon subsequent investigation of the matter it appears that you are correct; a mistranslation is the cause of this unfortunate situation.

Rest assured that the responsible parties have been dealt with accordingly, and this problem should not happen again.

We apologise for wasting your time, and thank you for your patience.
[seal of the Ministry of External Affairs]

The warm afternoon in the Drakonian capital was progressing with its usual speed and busyness; he had already missed lunch due to pressing affairs of State. Now, he had taken the time to personally contact the Commander of Talon Military Base, the primary site of the Drakonian Space Initiative. The former Ballistic Missile Base had long since been converted to serve a less destructive pursuit, and was now the primary launch site for Satellites and Probes bound for Space. It also coordinated the massive amounts of information being transmitted back to the Imperium was that very technology, as well as stood as the Command Center for the elaborate Missile Defense Network that had first defended the Imperium from Klatchian Aggression and attempted Genocide. The base had been on high alert since it had first detected the launch of the Vrakian Ballistic Missile Submarines.

"Have you been able to observe any possible stressors that might have prompted the Klatchian Alien Invasion Press Release," the Praetor asked the face on the screen in front of him. He was in his office, looking at the large monitor inlaid in the wall to the side of his desk. On that monitor was General Eris Kingston.

"Sir, that is rather hard to say," she replied. The woman looked officious, her hair was pulled back in a military fashion and her Caucasian visage was that of total control and authority, even in the face of her superior. She had a firm face and was clearly in shape, despite her responsibilities and moderate age. She of course wore the crisp dress uniform of an high-ranked officer.

"Sir," she explained. "You should understand the complexities involved. The Solar System is the primary transport hub of the galaxy, at any one time there can be as many as several million objects coming and going in our system. Just tracking all the space debris, asteroids, and comets is difficult. But add to that all the fleets, freighters, transports, probes, and all other manner of spacecraft that traverse our own orbit alone and you have an extremely difficult job.

"At the present are capabilities are extremely limited in the regard of tracking objects not in our orbit. Even in orbit we are barely able to track half of all the traffic to and from Earth. While this makes up approximately fifty percent of all Solar Traffic, there is still a significant amount that doesn't take place here, of which we track approximately ten percent. However of all the traffic we track, we can make only positive recognition of only sixty percent. In all we can only identify twenty percent of all traffic through the System, and fifteen percent of it we cannot."

The Praetor nodded. "Your saying that if you did detect signs of an alien invasion, that it would be in that fifteen percent."

"Yes, Sir." Kingston pressed on, "Sir, we are constantly analyzing that information to increase our knowledge base. But as of yet, our analysts have not discovered any signs of an alien invasion. Our Outer Solar Probes have detected three possible objects that could support an small invasion. They could just as well be the latest batch of colony ships, or even just space hulks. We just don't know yet. I am coordinating with our allies and the Diplomatic Liaison to see if we can come up with any more information, but so far we haven't come up with anything."

The Imperium had a large number of allies which maintained space fleets in the Solar System, and due to the threat that Space posed with so many space fleets moving, fighting, and being built in system the Imperium maintained close relations with its allies space forces. It had arranged a Defensive Agreement with the Revenian and Tersanctan Fleets. Relations with Britmattia and Menelmacar existed, and the Imperium was working to establish relations with the newly formed Glorious Human space fleet. And should there we a serious need the Imperium could no doubt call on its new militaristic allies in the Gholgoth alliance. This provided a broad knowledge base that could be culled for information and new Kingston was clearly working hard to do just that.

"I understand," Augustus Drake confirmed. "I think we'll need to step up the next batch of Solar Probes. You have my authority to advance your launch schedule."

"Yes, Sir," the General acknowledge her understanding of the order. "I will get on it immediately." The screen flickered as the connection terminated. And the Praetor was left to go back to hectic schedule.

With Dzerzhinsky analysis of the situation clear, Aisha made clear the Imperium's resolve. "Then I believe, it is in our best interests to sign a Defensive Agreement as soon as possible, and preparations to strengthen your economy. One of my recommendations is to be that Timaru and Moskau sign the Knootoss International Stabilization Treaty (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=329820). Not only would it be beneficial to your economy, but it would also make it much more difficult for certain Klatchian Provinces to wage War against you."

Aisha nodded taking another drink of her water, as the Moskavites informed her on the situation in their nation. She glanced at Leo as they did; he was sipping at his martini listening carefully. She was mildly surprised at his silence, but apparently he had deemed his mission unnecessary if Timaru and Moskau was to be the Flashpoint between the Imperium and Klatch.

"Unfortunately," she replied when they had finished. "The Imperium is lacking in information about the politics and species relations in the Gonad Peninsula. We were under the impression that the problems primarily stemmed from Elvish Immigration and the Genocidal reactions of the Dyelli Beybian Government. However, it is clear that your government has a different and more appropriate approach."

She took another sip, before continuing. "It seems the treaty and negotiations with the other international representative is important at this point. I can have our copies of the Defense Agreement provided to your office by one of my aides in the Diplomatic Mission."

She paused. "If its not to impolite, might I ask what the important information to this meeting was, that delayed you? Was it the news of the Vrakian Deployments?"

The 'bogey' the Klatchians had spotted continued to hurtle towards 'Dyelli Beybian space'. It wasn't a large ship, probably with only the space for 10 to 20 people.

It did make some attempt to hail. If hail was the right description for the commnication it send out;

You will per-mit the scan. You will per-mit the scan.

It repeated itself in the strange staccatto metallic voice.

"KIST... yes, that sounds like a good idea. We should really shuffle you along to the conference soon." Dzerzhinsky mused, "That way we can get the relevant pieces of paper signed... you spoke of elves though, and I believe you deserve a better answer on that one."

At the mention of elves, Chlarissa developed a distinctly shifty look.

Dzerzhinsky spoke though, before she could open her mouth, "Elves are a different matter to Orcs. The Orcs are traditionally quite a violent society, but they don't actually hate us, we can talk, we have settled our differences. The problem with elves is that they desire to destroy us utterly; I am talking about the death of every last ethnic Dyellian, and that includes the Moskauans. Provisions have been drawn up to allow foreign elves into the country, buisiness persons, diplomats etc but any from the Gonnad would be arrested immediately."

"I doubt that explanation will cut ice, so I am going to let you in on a little secret." Dzerzhinsky said, lowering his voice slightly, "There were once two subspecies of elf in Southern Klatch. They fought, for what reasons, nobody knows. One subspecies was overun by humans and interbred with them, over time all memory of it was erased from people's minds, although the name persisted.. This race was called the Djel, they lived around the river Djel in a country by the same name. Over time time this country was divided into two Kingdoms, Djel and Beybir. I think you can probably guess the rest."

"After a war has gone on for longer than anyone can remember, it becomes very hard to finish." he concluded, "Especially when the other side kills your people on sight. There has only ever been one case in recorded history of an elf taking a Dyellian prisoner."

A pause, "Needless to say that is all classified information and absolutely not the kind of thing we want the population to realise."

OOC: I'm going to make this reply my last one. I don't know why some people like to jump into a thread, explain that they are lackadaisical (as if this is a perfectly acceptable excuse) and yet expect people to summarize the thread for them. Personally, I have better things to do that to write up a brief synopsis for your benefit, especially if you haven't shown any inclination to perhaps participate in the storyline. Again, it would be nice if you, and the thousands that are slothful like you, to actually read the threads and if you have any questions to telegram the people involved (such as the thread starter) or catch them on IRC.
OOC: Normally, I wouldn't be slothful, but I was the other day. TAG for a little diplomacy here and there.

(OOC: She swore in English, and Sir Ozy speaks English...Fire the English to English translators stat! LOL Sir Ozy is from the United Duchies, a former English/German colony)

IC:Klatch One

<The unidentified object is saying that we shall permit the scan or per-mit the scan.>
<So ask, if it doesn't give a decent response...well we will see. That could be a fairly large first strike weapon coming at us...but keep the Shiron and Enclave Fleets at standby for the moment.>

(OOC: I misinterpeted that to be a huge object originally)

Unidentified Object Requesting Permission to Scan, please Identify what you wish to scan, Klatch One

This of course was done in english since most terrans seemed to speak the lanquage.

*****
The House
"Get yourself some grub Miss Davies, and I am well aware this is not an easy mission. But if we want to be rid of Himmler it is a nesscary one."

The Office
Palmer had finally been met by a large woman who looked half buffallo. She almost grunted rather than spoke. "Follow me...." she led the oddly dressed officer down the hall and into another office.

"Name, Rank, Serial number, age, and State Citizenship...." this came from a large white egg placed into one wall of the office. The woman sat down at a small desk behind Palmer's far more comfortable chair. Both were pointed towards the white egg in the wall.

******
Davies doctor entered the office with Mr. Teddy and Mrs. Collins. "Hello..." she stated politely to the Dyellian before conversing with Mr. Teddy in low Var.
<You called for a consult about this?>
<Yes, the subject is with child...>
<Ah, I would say that the risk to the innocent is too great...>
<But the Overlord ordered...>
<What the Overlord desired should be gotten, but by standard terran methods...>
<I do not think that would be any less harmful to the child...>
<What...twit...I mean asking her questions...>
<She is quite emotional...and would be unfit for battle for seven months...>
<Oh, only that far along...we could see if she would desire to place it in a false womb.>
<Terrans are funny about that sort of thing...>
<She is a warrior, I think she will see the benifits...forcing her would be imprudent...>
Mr. Teddy just stared up at the woman. The Doctor turned, and sat down in a chair next to Mrs. Collins.

"Admiral...you are both a woman and a warrior. Unfortunatly at times like this those roles conflict." She paused, "The Var races which are long extinct developed a method of artifical pre-materinal fetus development to allow female Var to be free of child birthing in times of crisis. We here in the enclave have modified the system to work on Terran children. It is not without risk, some say that the bond between mother and child is quite weak compared to those who are birthed in the natural way. But it is an option...one which might make you more available for service without endangering your unborn child."

(OOC: Alarl speaks English. Half the country speaks English. But the working language of the Ministry of External Affairs is not English. It is Macisikani, and some words don't carry over well. In this case, an entire press release didn't carry over well)

IC:
Moskau Bar
deRenci had once again lost interest in the activities of the other delegations; a terrible thirst was burning the back of his throat. Leaving his two attendants chatting to eachother (and monitoring the Klatchians), he wound his way to the bar itself, where he politely signalled the barman.

"A gin and tonic, please," he ordered. When the drink was delivered, he thanked the barman, and set his back against the bar, watching the rest of the room, no longer disguising his boredom.

====================

Arn-Maciska
It took less then four hours for the entire airspace misunderstanding to filter over to the First Ministry, and most of the delay was owing mainly to the Ambassador-General trying to shut everyone up until Sir Silvanus had calmed down and put his sabre away.

The Permanent Secretary to the First Minister let it filter back down the Civil Service grapevine that Her Excellency already knew. And she didn't care, so long as it didn't happen again; she had, however, placed Julia Perez in charge of the entire Klatchian affair as Rechtaire for Klatchian Relations (Acting) until Sophronsa Aryet returned from Vrak. While Sir Silvanas and Baronet Alarl thanked the merciful heavens that the situation wasn't their problem any more, the younger lady immediately adopted a new strategy...

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Press Release

The current situation in the Federated Klatchian Coast, specifically the recent events in Dyelli Beybi and the Federation of Timaru and Moskau, has generated a great deal of interest among the international community.

It has been in the past, and remains at present, the opinion of His Imperial Majesty's Government that such situations are quite delicate, especially so where the Klatch are concerned, and must be handled with a certain amount of tact and discretion.

Despite our firm belief that the current situation shall be resolved with the minimum of unpleasantness and the current tensions will be diffused in short order, the situation is rather fragile; we therefore feel compelled to appeal to all parties to exercise restraint, and to approach the situation with a rational frame of mind.

-MinExAff

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To: Foreign Ministry of the Duchy of Alcona and Hubris, or the relevant department of the same
From: The Office of Klatchian Relations, Ministry of External Affairs
Subject: Development of relations

Dear sir/madam,

Our two nations have, in the past, had irregular, infrequent, dealings with each other, some of which have been amicable, some of which have been less so. Certain of His Imperial Majesty's Government have expressed their wish to develop further positive relations with the Federated Klatchian Coast in general, and with the Grand Duchies in particular, and to minimise any potentially disruptive incidents.

The purpose of this missive is to explore the possibility of a mutual exchange of Ambassadors between our two nations, so as to facilitate such developments. We feel that such a development would greatly assist the development of our mutual relations, and provide a boost to our mutual, admittedly currently meagre, trading links.

Thank you for your time,
- Julia Perez, Rechtaire for Klatchian Relations (Acting)

Julia did speak English, and had taken great care to compose both the press release and the communiqué in that language; she had taken equal care in selecting that particular part of the Klatch. She could only hope that the Alconians were astute enough to realise what she meant by the word "certain". If not... there were the Vrakians; the First Minister had taken a liking to the walruses.

Northern Vrak

Ouch! Did you never learn to fly properly?

No. I'm kinda guessing how to do it... Well, we landed without crashing, so don't complain.

... Oh, I hate you.

I know.

The small - Very small, in fact, exceedingly small, and not particularly new, either - plane rolled to a stop, its infrared-radiating surface snowwhite, getting rid of the heat it had accumulated through friction while cruising in the upper troposphere.

Doors opened, and two individuals left the plane, each of them accompanied by a cloud of tiny missiles and drones, with a few larger ones of the latter following behind, carrying assorted pieces of equipment and creating little black spots in the middle of the slowly falling snow.

The first was (Supposedly) male, and featured a fairly martial look - almost two metres tall (Which, for the rather small Angstians, equalised 'Ludicrously oversized'), more machine than man, and carrying what looked like extraordinary blocky and pointlessly cumbersome weaponry of assorted kinds - Much more than he could possibly handle.

Well, perhaps he was a gun fetishist who wasn't much into practicality.

The second one was (Again supposedly) female, of quite different features - not quite 160cm tall, Knee-long skirt (The temperatures didn't seem to worry her particularly much), and an overall... 'Sloppy' look, not carrying any ordinance whatsoever - No visible ordinance, anyway.

Jack Hamilton and Akito Asamiya. Both had been present during the civil war, affected by the cataclysm (Albeit not lethally so) and they had spilled blood.

Unlike the vast majority of people, however, they hadn't choosen to forget about those days, trying to flood them in hallucinogen-spiced alcohol and bisexual-oriented hedonism, but they had embraced it, learned to love it.

Unfortunately for them, the majority hadn't agreed with this particular desires. And unwilling to migrate to Io, they had eventually received the constant attention of subsapient intervention teams - After three (Fortunately backed-up) post-cataclysm fatalities, nobody wanted to risk anything with regards to them.

And then Vrak had... 'Asked' for some services, not for them specifically, but after assorted entities with significant legislative, judicative and executive influence had told the Vrakians (In very polite and excusing, but nonetheless definite) terms that they weren't going to assist the Klatchians in developing countermeasures against certain GH capabilities, well...

They hadn't had much of a choice, and among the possible sub-governmental entities that they could think of hiring, Jack and Akito were actually among the sanest choices.

Not quite sane of course, but sanest.

Little footprints were left in the snow as they stepped forward, and Akito bowed in the general direction of a Vrakian she thought was correctly identified as 1. an officer and 2. their welcoming comitee. "Jack and Akito... I believe that your government has hired us for some... Preventative measures, and possibly a hunt on..." Brief hesitation, and an infinitesimally short grin followed, "some particularly impressive prey?"

The craft carried on without seeming to pay the slightest attention to the potentially threatening nature of the Klatchian responses, although it did reply.

Sta-tus of the war is req-ired. You will per-mit the scan. You will per-mit the scan.

----------

"Oh right..." Davies got up again and did as she was instructed, despite feeling just a tiny bit queasy.

After she'd sat down again she decided to say exactly what she was capable of doing, "I can take you to the gate complex. You just need to get us into Dyelli Beybi, preferably on the River Road, thats the Motorway that runs from Vrak to Cyro."

----------

"Gavin Palmer, private citizen, thirty, Dyelli Beybian." Palmer replied.

He wasn't officially a soldier anymore so he said private citizen. If the machine decided to kick up a fuss it could and he'd give him his old details, not that he imagined it would get them any information.

----------

Collins said nothing for a moment, subjecting Teddy to unreadable scrutiny. Eventually she replied, "You get me a firm job offer and I'll use your 'artificial womb'."

She paused, "That is provided that this isn't one of those procedures with an outrageous foetus fatality rate. If it is you can forget it right now. If it's safe, well, I'll go along, again, provided you can give me a firm offer of a position."

To: Foreign Ministry of the Duchy of Alcona and Hubris, or the relevant department of the same
From: The Office of Klatchian Relations, Ministry of External Affairs
Subject: Development of relations

Dear sir/madam,

Our two nations have, in the past, had irregular, infrequent, dealings with each other, some of which have been amicable, some of which have been less so. Certain of His Imperial Majesty's Government have expressed their wish to develop further positive relations with the Federated Klatchian Coast in general, and with the Grand Duchies in particular, and to minimise any potentially disruptive incidents.

The purpose of this missive is to explore the possibility of a mutual exchange of Ambassadors between our two nations, so as to facilitate such developments. We feel that such a development would greatly assist the development of our mutual relations, and provide a boost to our mutual, admittedly currently meagre, trading links.

Thank you for your time,
- Julia Perez, Rechtaire for Klatchian Relations (Acting)


Of course the Mackistani hadn't realized that the present government of the United Duchies was in between a rather hardplace and a fairly intense young woman who seemed to be causing them political headaches. The fact is that the Chancellor had been forced to sack his Cheif Minister and put in place is Outer Minister as Cheif Minister.

Which explained why the response came from the Outer Ministry's Permanent Secretary.

To:
Ministry of External Affairs,
Rechtaire for Klatchian Relations
From: Outer Ministry of the United Duchies
Subject: Normalization of Relations

The United Duchies has no problem with the proposed idea of exchanging ambassadors between the United Duchies and Imperial Macisikan.

The Outer Ministry believes that many problems of the worlds diplomacy would not occur if initial planning meetings to work out cultural diffrences, proper titles, and staffing arangements occur before individuals with more senior, and more political standing, meet.

This preliminary meeting can occur in a neutral nation, or in one of our respective capitals. However, we should point out that as the late King of Vrak was a close ally, and that the United Duchies is in a time of mourning. It would therefore be more expedient for a senior staff meeting in Thunderbay rather than outside of the country.

As for formal status with the Federal Government, the new government is also respecting a time of mourning for our President Vrak. And the new government is dealing with only emergency matters.

William Babcock,
Permanent Secrectary Outer Ministry

<They want an update on the war...>
<Dyelli Beybi obviously, fine tell then they can scan but that they must follow a predetermined route>

Alien Craft, you are hearby permitted to scan Dyelli Beybi. However, we demand that you follow the included course and remain in high orbit of the planet.

The route given was fairly straitforward. It went across the former island of Kravoli, across the Durkian Straits then across the former parts of Evil and then across D.B. and the Southern Klatchian Ocean. Which seeemed to be designed to keep the alien craft firmly away from LOW.

----------

"Oh right..." Davies got up again and did as she was instructed, despite feeling just a tiny bit queasy.

After she'd sat down again she decided to say exactly what she was capable of doing, "I can take you to the gate complex. You just need to get us into Dyelli Beybi, preferably on the River Road, thats the Motorway that runs from Vrak to Cyro."

"Unfortunatly you have an appointment in Port Olympus. After breakfast I will be sitting down with you to work out where this complex is. And what changes have occured in the Checka under Soult."


"Gavin Palmer, private citizen, thirty, Dyelli Beybian." Palmer replied.


"Gavin Palmer what is your relationship to the armed vessel that entered Enclave waters today of which you were found aboard."

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Collins said nothing for a moment, subjecting Teddy to unreadable scrutiny. Eventually she replied, "You get me a firm job offer and I'll use your 'artificial womb'."

She paused, "That is provided that this isn't one of those procedures with an outrageous foetus fatality rate. If it is you can forget it right now. If it's safe, well, I'll go along, again, provided you can give me a firm offer of a position."

Mr. Teddy seemed to blink for a moment. "Oh, quite...It would seem that she will use it if offered a position with one of the Houses."

The doctor looked at Teddy <What did you think she would say? Or do you beleive the Scanks> The word 'Scanks' was english, it seems that the Alconian slang term for the Scandinavian States had worked its way into the local vocab.

"Yes, well then I think we should continue on then..." Mr. Teddy paused for a moment. "Tell me of your relationship with the general Van Sneer? I think this was spelled incorrectly..."

(OOC: Ay yi yi, I missed a bit... well, here I go. Just poke me if I miss anything.)

Moskau

Millhouse laughed at Kay's joke. "This ought to be a good game then, and if the Klatch decides they want to play after all, here's hoping you score more goals."

When they reached the hotel, Johansen got out and offered a hand to help Millhouse out, which she accepted. The rest of their group followed them, and the whole party trooped inside. From there they all split up, some going upstairs to their rooms to relax, others just wandering around looking at things. Two of the guards stepped outside for smoke breaks, and after a quick consultation with his colleagues Barstead joined them. Millhouse and Johansen were left with Kay in the lobby.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I like the idea of free bar," Johansen remarked with a grin. "Care to join me?"

"Perhaps later," Millhouse replied. "Thank you very much for everything," she said to Kay. "I believe I am going to go upstairs and lay down for a while. I need to sleep off a bit of jet lag, if that's alright."

"You're welcome to have a drink with me if you're so inclined though," Johansen offered. "I doubt I'd be as interesting company as Miss Millhouse, but I can get drunk with the best of- Hel-lo.."

"What?" Millhouse asked.

"I just spied some of our diplomatic colleagues inside there. Looks like a difference of political opinions." Johansen was too far away to hear the words, but he could tell the Scandavians and the Klatchians were having some kind of disagreement. After a few more words, the Scandavian diplomat walked off. Johansen mentally made a note to try to find out what the conversation had been about.

"Anyway, drink?" he said then, starting towards the bar. As he stepped off, he turned slightly, as if something else had caught his eye. Out of sight of Kay, his right hand came up to straighten his suit jacket, and his fingers flicked twice. Across the lobby, two other members of the diplomatic entourage noticed the gestures, and began making their way towards the bar, idly chatting about a sports game back home as they walked.

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Knootoss

Ambassador Richard Peterson was in his office, going over a body of paperwork related to some new trade agreements with Knootoss. GH wanted to increase food shipments to Eastern Fyrehart, and was making a substantial purchase offer, and Peterson was supposed to read it over and send it along to the correct Knootossian authorities. Fairly routine buisiness deal. He was looking forward to possibly going home early when the envelope arrived.

It almost didn't make it to him. No sooner had the courier left than the secretary on duty at the lobby called embassy security. The unmarked envelope was addressed to the Ambassador, after all, and with no return address it was automatically suspect. Security spent about an hour playing with it, first dusting for prints and lifting those they found, then carefully peeling up the edge of one flap and inserting a fiberoptic camera and a little device that sniffed for viral components or telltale signs of letterbombs. The sniffer found nothing, and when the camera picked up what was inside, it was immediately opened all the way and the papers inside examined. It only took security about five minutes to grasp what this was, and then the envelope was resealed and carried to Ambassador Peterson, the only one with authority to do something about it.

Peterson's secretary, an older redhead named Shannon, was just as suspicious of the envelope for her boss as the receptionist downstairs had been, but security assured her it checked out and appeared to be important. So, she dutifully carried it into his office and presented it to him. "For you, sir."

"Thanks," Peterson answered, taking it. Maybe it was more about the food deal, or maybe the electronics license some game company was trying to get to operate in Knootoss. His eyebrow went up when he saw the lack of address, and then he looked at Shannon.

"Security cleared it," she answered the unspoken question. "They think whatever's in it is important."

Peterson noted that the envelope had been resealed as he opened it and took out the pictures inside. He looked at the pictures, then at the note, then at the pictures again. He whistled softly. "Wow."

"Sir?" Shannon asked.

"Clear a secure line, no even better, satelliete uplink. Send a message to Dulles, let 'em know they got incoming priority diplomatic transmission. Highest encryption we've got. Hand this off to the intel boys, it's really their field."

"What's in there, sir?" Shannon asked.

"Some serious stuff," Peterson answered. He considered, Shannon had the same clearance he did, since she handled all his mail, so he turned the photos around so she could see them.

"My God," Shannon whispered when she saw it.

"No kidding," Peterson said. "Move along."

Shannon turned and walked back to the waiting room. She left the door cracked and Peterson could hear her talking on the phone. "Yes, I need an intel man in the ambassador's office to receive high priority items for transmission home. Yes, it's the package that just arrived, the one security was tearing up. Five minutes? Good, thanks." She started to put the phone down when it rang again on another line. She took the call.

"Ambassador's office, secretary speaking. Yes. Alconan? Ah, what's this about? Threat? We haven't- yes, I'll put you through. Please hold."

She stuck her head back in. "Alconan ambassador on line two, he says we just sent a threat to them. Did we?"

Peterson looked at the pictures, then at the phone. "Not that I know of, but I think I know what he's talking about. Put him through." He waited till line two on his personal secure phone started blinking, then lifted the receiver.

"Ambassador Peterson here, is this about what I think it is?"

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Reachstar Orbital Platform

Though the New Shironese fighter patrols had been being watched from Central Command for a while, no one really gave them much thought. They knew the Klatch liked to keep an eye on them as much as they liked to watch the Klatch, so the patrols had just been logged as routine scouting, a couple sensors had been tapped to keep an eye on them, and then the matter had been buried in the daily routine of running a large space station.

Central Command was always a busy place, a huge room full of banks of computers and operators that served various functions to keep everything running smoothly, divided into three sections: Trade Control, Military Command, and Priority Transmissions. Trade Control dominated the entire right side, people dealing with civilians ships of the many nationalities that traded with GH, assigning landing bays, clearing departures, and sending escorts out to see a ship off when requested. Tucked away in a partitioned-off section at the farthest point from the only door into the giant center was Priority Transmissions, dedicated to handling delicate jobs like intelligence reports and encoded diplomatic transmissions that didn't fall under the purview of the other two divisions here.

On the opposite wall from Trade Control was Military Command, dedicated to transmissions from Fleet ships all over the galaxy, at least as far out as Glorious Humanity had pushed. They processed routine reports from the security ships around the station, as well as using sensors planted in various locations to monitor selected traffic around the planet and its moon, and it was here that the Shironese contact had been sent. As said before though, no one had paid much attention. But when Shiron's fleet blasted off from Luna, it was noticed immediately.

Ensign Shirley Jones was monitoring the lunar bands when she picked up the blastoff. Immediately she radioed up. "Chief, got Shironese ships taking off from Luna."

"How many?" the section chief, Dwight Mitchell, answered from his station a couple rows back.

"I count thirty six, a large deployment, and they just gunned it outta here," she answered. "Whoosh. Gone."

"Shift your priorities to New Shiron, I'll see if we can't get some 20s to keep a human eye on them," Mitchell answered. Where Jones only could see her part of it, Mitchell could see the whole thing. His reports were all adding up. First, the corvette scouts. Then, the LOW rearrangement of their satellietes. Now, Shironese ships leaving Earth. That last was puzzling, clearly the Klatchian space assets were gearing up for something, but except for the Shironese watching Reachstar, all their preparations were pointed outward, like they were expecting an attack from the stars. Funny, given the tension on the ground, he would've thought they'd be preparing to bring orbital assets to bear on Earth.

He sent the same messages to his sensor operators on other stations, informing them that Klatchian assets near Earth and Luna now had highest priority monitoring. Something weird was going on, and he didn't want to be caught with his pants down.

Baron Redhill paused for a moment after being connected.

Ambassador Peterson here, is this about what I think it is?

Something made him decide to be more diplomatic about the whole matter. "This is Baron Redhill, Royal Ambassador for the United Duchies, I just received a rather anonymous packet of images with a rather threatening note attached. I would like to know what you know about it. Since you happen to be here in Knootoss and have a rather large taskforce sitting off the Federation's Coast."

As diplomats go Redhill was out of the loop. However, he did know that if someone was worried about a few Vrakian nuke subs moving about, there were some worse weapons in both the Vrakian and Dyellian arsenal. God help someone on the receiving end of Var weapondry.

aboard the New Shiron Royal Space Force Carrier "Aldebaran", Admiral Hatfield listened intently as her communications officer informed her that word from the Duke's office was that a new permanent gate had been constructed between Sol System (in the Oort cloud, but still in the star system) and home.

Messages now longer would take a month to get home, but only a few hours.

She immediately ordered the report she had sent by courier ship forwarded at once to Station Nordheim for immediate forwarding to Fleet Command.

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A few hours later, In the Ade Star System, the home for the last 20 years subjective of the New Shiron people, Fleet Command was gathering a fleet together.

5 Carriers, 60 frigates, 400 corvettes and 200 transport ships (to provide logistical support) were being readied. It would take a few days for everything to come together, but the Duke and the Princess now had some heavy backup available.

There was dead silence from the alien craft for a few minutes, then the same weird metallic voice came back on.

We will comply. We will comply.

That seemed to more or less settle things.

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"I have an appointment in Port Olympus?" Davies sounded alarmed, which wasn't exactly unusual with her, "Do you mind if I ask exactly what it involves?"

She had picked up a rather modest amount of food. Dyellians didn't usually need to watch their weight... it didn't mean they didn't anyway just out of general paranioa, "This trip seems to have been a case of getting shipped from one place to another with nobody really telling me what's going on or what to expect."

She paused, then abruptly changed the subject, "Give me satellite imaging of the area surrounding Cyro, 100 km in each direction and I'll mark it on the map for you."

She waited a moment, giving herself some time to actually eat before answering the second question, "The Cheka, as far as I know, is the same it always was except it's headed by Tania Fradkov now... a Moskavite, as the name might imply. Of course I don't really know exactly what the case is in there anymore, it might have all changed with new sub-divisions and everything since I left."

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Palmer meanwhile first tried the smart alec approach, "The ship and I are nothing more than friends. There was nothing in the relationship."

Immediately having said it he regretted it, the Var and their minions didn't seem to have a great sense of humour, "I was acting First Lieutenant."

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"Von Scheer?" Collins laughed scornfully at the name, "Silly little man... well that's not quite true, he's quite tall."

She clearly thought very little of the Admiral of the Fleet, "When I was involved in illegal activities, Von Scheer did nothing, by his innactivity he more or less condoned what we were doing."

"As soon as the Scandavians showed up though, he completely changed his tune, playing the peace maker." she gave a derisive snort, "He was afraid, which I was not. I will freely admit I taunted him and would have actually benefited from the war."

That angelic smile again, the one that made her look so completely innocent, made it look like she couldn't possibly do anything wrong, "If war had resulted von Scheer would have lost the grand fleet, but my ships would have slipped easily up river. I'd have had his job." a slight twitch in her cheek, "And maybe none of this would have happened."

Suddenly she looked close to tears again, "Anyway, I won't try to claim I was in any way the perfect citizen, but I wasn't the one who did a secret deal with the Scandavians to get money to bribe Parliament to take out my rival. He did that, and I wouldn't be surprised if Felix hadn't had a hand in there too."

"Von Scheer." Collins concluded, "Is a man totally devoid of initiative, he relies on other people to tell him what to do or at least to jerk him out of his apathy."

Kay looked into the bar curiously, "Of course that was bound to happen. You don't think everyone was put in the same hotel by accident do you?"

He chuckled, shaking his head, "I'm sure we're in the middle of a Dzerzhinsky machination, but I can't put my finger on what the old rat is up to this time."

Kay wandered up to the bar and ordered himself a 'vodka on the rocks', which seemed to be what locals did. He stood where he was, not turning around. He was a diplomat, and instinctively followed a code of not spying on other diplomats. Johansen would find him when he decided he wanted to.

Shortly after his entry, a Moskauan General, wearing a spendid green uniform featuring calvalry trousers with a vertical red stripe down each side, made his own entry. The man was clearly drunk, supported by a girl who looked about half his age. He was served more vodka at the bar, no questions asked, demanding in a loud voice that the barman should, "Get a move on for the soon to be hero of the Federation."

The Moskauans were up to something...

There was dead silence from the alien craft for a few minutes, then the same weird metallic voice came back on.

We will comply. We will comply.

That seemed to more or less settle things.


Along the route the four orbital defense sats flipped back to pointing towards the planet. The Var didn't want to leave Himmler feeling uneasy about his return.



"I have an appointment in Port Olympus?" Davies sounded alarmed, which wasn't exactly unusual with her, "Do you mind if I ask exactly what it involves?"

She had picked up a rather modest amount of food. Dyellians didn't usually need to watch their weight... it didn't mean they didn't anyway just out of general paranioa, "This trip seems to have been a case of getting shipped from one place to another with nobody really telling me what's going on or what to expect."

She paused, then abruptly changed the subject, "Give me satellite imaging of the area surrounding Cyro, 100 km in each direction and I'll mark it on the map for you."


"If I understand things correctly, Soult has made himself quite annoying to the new President, the United Duchies, and The Great Houses here in the Enclave. They have decided to deal with Soult on a multi-prong approach, they have given him a dual headache in the form of giving him what he wanted as well as what he didn't want. Specifically Soult demanded protection from the Scandinavians against the Vaadians. And the Vaadians demand that we kick Soult out of office. The Privy Council decided to let them work it out for themselves. Actually the Scandinavians are making deals with Moskau right now, I would say there actively trying to smash the Klatch itself."

He paused for a moment, eating a sausage, "You are considered a prime witness, and along with that note you had in your breast pocket, a key element in proving Soult has committed treason against the Dyellians and the Federation. It will be a lot easier to save Dyelli Beybi if we are not fighting against Soult's forces."

"And we have very recent updates of the area around Cyro, we went looking for the gate last night."

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Palmer meanwhile first tried the smart alec approach, "The ship and I are nothing more than friends. There was nothing in the relationship."

Immediately having said it he regretted it, the Var and their minions didn't seem to have a great sense of humour, "I was acting First Lieutenant."


The sarcasm of the first part didn't translate well, the A.I. was relatively un-intelligent, perfect for a fairly mindless minion to go off and kill something or be a 'paper pushing' beuracrat. And they actually were too stupid to plot anything on their own.

"You did not have sex with the vessel? Is it traditional for the First Officer to have sexual intercourse with his vessel in your part of the world?

The unit decided that the question was rather irrelevant, although somewhere in future Dyellians would be getting offered 'sex bots' that looked a bit clunky.

"Also you were found to be in Jiggdian dress, and have been accused of piracy, what is your explination for these facts."



That angelic smile again, the one that made her look so completely innocent, made it look like she couldn't possibly do anything wrong, "If war had resulted von Scheer would have lost the grand fleet, but my ships would have slipped easily up river. I'd have had his job." a slight twitch in her cheek, "And maybe none of this would have happened."


It did nothing for Mr. Teddy, who might have been a eunuch for all Collins knew.
"I should point out at this time that you will likely be compensated well for your services. But to cross a House of the Lords of War shall bring great peril to both you and your child."

Mr Teddy looked down, "So what do you know of Felix himself?"

Of course the Mackistani hadn't realized that the present government of the United Duchies was in between a rather hardplace and a fairly intense young woman who seemed to be causing them political headaches. The fact is that the Chancellor had been forced to sack his Cheif Minister and put in place is Outer Minister as Cheif Minister.

Which explained why the response came from the Outer Ministry's Permanent Secretary.

To:
Ministry of External Affairs,
Rechtaire for Klatchian Relations
From: Outer Ministry of the United Duchies
Subject: Normalization of Relations

The United Duchies has no problem with the proposed idea of exchanging ambassadors between the United Duchies and Imperial Macisikan.

The Outer Ministry believes that many problems of the worlds diplomacy would not occur if initial planning meetings to work out cultural diffrences, proper titles, and staffing arangements occur before individuals with more senior, and more political standing, meet.

This preliminary meeting can occur in a neutral nation, or in one of our respective capitals. However, we should point out that as the late King of Vrak was a close ally, and that the United Duchies is in a time of mourning. It would therefore be more expedient for a senior staff meeting in Thunderbay rather than outside of the country.

As for formal status with the Federal Government, the new government is also respecting a time of mourning for our President Vrak. And the new government is dealing with only emergency matters.

William Babcock,
Permanent Secrectary Outer Ministry

Julia was slightly surprised to receive a reply from a Permanent Secretary, but it actually worked in the Alconians' favour; from her side it looked as though things were being discussed among peers, one civil servant to another. And the First Minister, a former civil servant, approved of such things.

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To: William Babcock, Permanent Secretary Outer Ministry
From: Ministry of External Affairs, Rechtaire for Klatchian Relations (Acting)
Subject: Re: Normalisation of Relations

Sir,

His Imperial Majesty's Government is most pleased that we share the view of the benefits of an exchange of Ambassadors.

We of the United Imperial Kingdoms share your view that it is best if such matters as cultural differences are worked out prior to the actual exchange of Ambassadors, as not doing so leads to complications best avoided.

With regards to the venue of the preliminary meeting, Baroness Sophronsa Aryet and Lord, the Cardinal, Alessandro Perez are both in Vrak for His Late Majesty's funeral; I will have to consult the Minister, but we could easily have Baroness Aryet meet your officials in Thunderbay.

In respect of the Federal Government, His Imperial Majesty's Government does not see the need to rush these things. Firstly it would be disrespectful to the late King, may he rest in peace, and secondly we have no wish to subject the Federal Government to any strains during this transitional period, particularly given the fragile situation in Dyelli Beybi.

- Julia Perez, Rechtaire for Klatchian Relations

Moskau

Johansen didn't join Kay immediately, instead he first lingered by the entrance. When his comrades caught up, he said hi, and made small talk for a couple minutes while his hands gave some quick instructions. The two newcomers moved off, and Johansen grabbed a seat next to Kay. He briefly considered talking to the Klatchian delegation a few seats away, but he decided to leave them to Millhouse. She was the ranking diplomat after all, better to keep it official. The Klatch liked official, he understood.

"So, who is the hero of the Federation over there?" he asked Kay, after ordering vodka as well. "He seems to really be as important as he thinks he is."

Meanwhile, one of the two people who had come into the bar was the female telepath, McCarty, and she took a seat a couple stools down from the General, looking closely at his face with green eyes. Her eyes went blank for a moment, as a mental snapshot of him was sent out to the Sealord, but it was fast, and she didn't stay in the trance long. She couldn't afford to be caught communicating in a place like this, it could be mistaken for all kinds of things. When the bartender finally had a moment to serve her, she quietly requested scotch, and thanked him when he brought it. Then she turned slightly in her chair to watch the General, biting her lower lip pensively, like she was considering saying hello. Carefully, she tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear. With any luck, he would say hello first.

At a corner table, the other Glorious Human who'd come in sat down and waited to be served. His eyes roamed the bar boredly, while he waited to see if the General was the real show tonight, or if perhaps something else of interest would happen with one of the other delegates.

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Knootoss

"Let me hazard a guess," Peterson replied. "The packet contained some satelliete shots of Vrakian forces doing various things, and the note implied they were considering a war with weapons of mass destruction. There was no return address, and nothing to tell you who sent it. You guessed us because it seems like the kind of stunt we might pull. Well, it wasn't us. Actually, we got pranked too. A packet of photos and a note landed on my desk about five minutes ago, just before you called. I can bring the packet over to you and show it to you myself, if you want proof."

He paused. "Somebody's playing games, but I don't think it's either of us. You wouldn't have called me if you'd done it, unless you wanted to throw us off, but why call at all and give us a clue when you'd gone to such precautions to just vanish? No, I don't think it was you. I do think, however, that someone went to a great deal of trouble to drop threats in our mailboxes. I want to know who."

Knotoss
Baron Redhill paused for a moment, "Well Glorious Humanity was high on the list of suspects...However Ambassador, your personaly acting too upset and too rational at the same time. Tuthfully, Glorious Humanity is fairly low on the radar at the moment, whatever your people in Moskau think their up to. And as far as I know our non-agression pact still holds."

Wheels were turning in the Peer's mind and hit upon several ideas. "The United Duchies doesn't like being threatened either, Amassador Peterson. Shall we compare notes? Perhaps we can narrow down the suspects. And I can also inform you that whoever this is, really has not done their homework."

Only G.H. or Drakonia would have been too busy with their own, internal problems to notice what happened in the Gonad recently. Whoever sent the images is worried about a few subs with short range missles parked off our own coast? How about where in the hell is the stuff the Dyellians used five months ago?

Dzerzhinsky, finishing his explanation, had avoided answering Aisha's question. Clever, she silently commented to herself. Well, I guess he came keep his secrets.

Out loud, she said: "Arrested and...deported?" She pressed on. "Yet, surely there is some way to reconcile your differences. I mean surely elves have long memories, but the Dyellians who committed the original grievances are long since deceased. Continuing the feud is self-destructive. Perhaps the Menelmacari, or our own small population of Elvish Immigrants might at least be able to start a dialogue.

"Either way," she continued. "You can be assured this information will be kept confidential and secret." Involuntarily, she glanced at Leo.

There was an almost invisible shake of his head. "Frankly," he spoke trying to disguise the reason for Aisha's glance. "Klatch is a Volcano, Mr. Dzerzhinsky. It may sit dormant for centuries, but every once in a while there is a spout of hot gases, or lava; every once in a while there is a rebellion, a skirmish, an international incident. The Imperium is too close to that Volcano, and one of these days that Volcano is going to explode. As neighbors in this, we need to stick together and work together as we move out of the way of this Fountain of Hades."

He stopped a moment, looking down that the Vodka Martini he had yet to sample. Then abruptly he came to the point. "Klatch possesses more than its fair share of Weapons of Mass Destruction, and I don't need to tell you that the Imperium wants them destroyed. Should, in some miracles of the gods, it happen that we avoid a war here and now. We need to know that Timaru and Moskau will support us in our endeavors to make the world and our two nations a safer place by relieving the pressure from the Volcano."

The alien craft followed it's route, taking innumerable scans of what was occring on the ground, then departed along the same route it had taken. It didn't seem to be hostile, but it was definitely unusual.

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Davies listened to the man talking, picking at her food as she did. She waited for him to completely finish what he had to say before speaking again, "Okay well if you give me the pictures I can draw a ring around it for you." she said confidently.

"I hope the Privy Council knows what it's doing. You could end up with a Vaadian or Scandavian puppet existing in South Klatch, which would not be good for you, and certainly not good for the Dyellian peoples."

She waved her fork admonishingly at the IIS agent she was talking to, "You still haven't quite answered my question. I'm going to be a witness, but what exactly am I supposed to be doing? Who is next in line to pump me for information?"

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Palmer gave the machine a look of pure incomprehension, "Eh? No. No it isn't usual."

There was a rebellious side to Gavin Palmer and it showed now, "My response to being found to be 'Jiggadian in dress' is 'I am a private citizen and may dress as I like.' My response to being accused of piracy is that I would need a legal definition of piracy before making any response."

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Collins gave a short laugh, "I'm no fool, Mr Teddy, I know what side my bread is buttered on."

A pause while she dredged up memories of Dzerzhinsky, "He is a Moskavite by birth. He was always pleasant and polite. I will admit I had little contact with him aside from the odd occassion when he was meeting with Eamon and I was also there. He tended to shun public appearances though... There was always something cold about him."

Collins crossed her arms as she spoke, "At times in our lives all of us will be called upon to chose between a cause and a person. Dzerzhinsky will always chose the cause. That was why he was so popular with Eamon and Himmler before him. He could be relied upon to do whatever it took to protect the State. It isn't that he doesn't have a conscience, he does, and it isn't that he doesn't care about people; he just has a very cold way of doing the maths and deciding whether someone's continued survival is worthwhile."

Kay glanced at the inebriated General who was now bragging to anyone who would listen about how Timaru and Moskau had the only organised Divisions of Orcs in Klatch and what great soldiers they made.

He shrugged, "Never seen him before."

"Could I have a serviette please?" he called to one of the bar staff.

The girl he had adressed gave him a funny look, he was drinking vodka, but handed a serviette over anyway. Kay took a pen from his pocket, scribbling a quick note which he passed to Johansen, 100 Kr says he's KGB and isn't drunk.

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"Actually." Chlarissa butted in, "We've been toying with diplomacy as an option for a while. Unfortunately it's very hard to treat with a culture that kills all outsiders on sight, worships Satan and practices sacrifice of sentients, cannibalism and the eating of every other sentient race with the exception of us." she pointed to herself and Felix.

"Don't think I'm repeating propaganda either. I've been there. Four of us went in there to locate certain artefacts. Of the original four of us, two died, and the other two of us were air lifted out, the first with some serious wounds, which leaves me. The surgeons said they were 99 percent certain I would die when I arrived, which shows how much they know. Going into elf territory is the closest you can come to hell while you're still alive."

"One important thing we learned on that mission." she continued, "Was that it isn't just humans they hate. They hate other elves as well. We managed to pull one out who wasn't Klatch born."

She might well have continued, but Dzerzhinsky jumped in, "I presume what you are saying in a round about way is that you want us to make noise about nuclear disarmament am I not right? We can make a noise, but I can more or less guarantee Klatch will not listen to us."

Davies listened to the man talking, picking at her food as she did. She waited for him to completely finish what he had to say before speaking again, "Okay well if you give me the pictures I can draw a ring around it for you." she said confidently.

"I hope the Privy Council knows what it's doing. You could end up with a Vaadian or Scandavian puppet existing in South Klatch, which would not be good for you, and certainly not good for the Dyellian peoples."

She waved her fork admonishingly at the IIS agent she was talking to, "You still haven't quite answered my question. I'm going to be a witness, but what exactly am I supposed to be doing? Who is next in line to pump me for information?"


"Well, first finish your breakfast. As to who is next in line to pump you for information, well I suppose the Klatchian Marshals will want a crack at you next."
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Palmer gave the machine a look of pure incomprehension, "Eh? No. No it isn't usual."

There was a rebellious side to Gavin Palmer and it showed now, "My response to being found to be 'Jiggadian in dress' is 'I am a private citizen and may dress as I like.' My response to being accused of piracy is that I would need a legal definition of piracy before making any response."

The device replied quickly,
"The legal definition of piracy is The seizure of property and individuals using an armed vessel over five meters in length either for space or surface navigation. It shall include vessels who's crew are armed with personal weapons greater then their need for individual security. It shall not include those ships acting under lawful articles or naval vessels inspecting cargo. It shall include naval vessels seizing property of civilian vessels who are not entering or leaving said nations ports, or who are at war with said navy."

It paused, "It does not follow the path of logic that an acting First Officer of a warship would not have a basic understanding of the term Piracy. Therefore we conclude that you are attempting to hide sea robbery that you have committed. You shall speak upon these acts."

It appeared that the egg shaped minion of the Var really didn't like sea lawyers all that much.
*****

Mr. Teddy nodded in thought. "Very insightful, we have one last question that you might know. Where is the surviving illigitamate daughter of the Tzar?"

Moskau

The Var finally turned and walked towards the General. It then stopped less than two feet from the terrans. The eight foot hooded creature seemed to be pondering the Moskovite General and his girlfriend. The Var said nothing, just stood there like a specter of death.

Actually the Var was smelling the human, both for how much alchol he had consumed, and how much musk of Orc he had on him. Terrans tended to secreat more urea in their sweat when drinking alchol, the body working to rid itself of the poison. Considering where the Var was standing, one swipe of a upper claw would likely have ripped the generals neck to shreads if he became a threat.

The Praetorian Guardsmen muttered something, causing Leo and Aisha to glance at him. "Sounds like the Dark Eldar," he repeated, coldly, forcibly, showing no emotion whatever. "Miss, I have been to hell. That's only the beginning."

Leo understood first. He was a Raem War Veteran. Tough as nails, all the survivors were, at least the ones with their sanity.

"I think what is important," Aisha redirected the conversation. "And what Mr. Flavius is trying to ask, is will Timaru and Moskau support War against Klatch should it be given other options. Option not entailing occupation and re-nationalization."

Leo nodded, he was slightly surprised Dzerzhinsky had slightly misinterpreted his metaphor. Proves he's only human, Leo concluded, allaying his fears about having been compromised to the former Cheka Intelligence Boss. "Exactly," he confirmed to the group.

"Oh." Davies grimaced at the thought of being questioned by Marshalls, "I suppose hoping you guys will just hand over the information you got from that funny experiment you did on me would be too much to hope for?"

She quickly finished what was on her plate, there wasn't much in the first plate, then smiled brightly, "I don't suppose you would know where I can get a glass of water do you?"

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Palmer grunted at the machine, "In that case I must say I have not taken part in any piratical activities during the cruise. However if this is to turn into some form of prosecution I must advise you that I cannot continue to answer questions on the subject without first seeking legal advice."

Palmer had 'lawyered up'.

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Collins frowned, obviously confused "The Tzar had a daughter?"

"Sorry, nobody ever told me anything like that which means Eamon probably didn't know either." she continued to frown, "You're sure about this? If someone like that had existed I would have thought Felix would have had her killed."

The Praetorian Guardsmen muttered something, causing Leo and Aisha to glance at him. "Sounds like the Dark Eldar," he repeated, coldly, forcibly, showing no emotion whatever. "Miss, I have been to hell. That's only the beginning."

Leo understood first. He was a Raem War Veteran. Tough as nails, all the survivors were, at least the ones with their sanity.

"I think what is important," Aisha redirected the conversation. "And what Mr. Flavius is trying to ask, is will Timaru and Moskau support War against Klatch should it be given other options. Option not entailing occupation and re-nationalization."

Leo nodded, he was slightly surprised Dzerzhinsky had slightly misinterpreted his metaphor. Proves he's only human, Leo concluded, allaying his fears about having been compromised to the former Cheka Intelligence Boss. "Exactly," he confirmed to the group.


Chlarissa smiled placatingly at Leo, raising her hands in mock surrender, "Let's not get into a competition over who's had the worst time. Give a girl a chance to feel sorry for herself."

"No." Dzerzhinsky replied flatly, "If war can be avoided, it will be. However, we are not prepared to give up this land we are sitting on or to reintegrate with Klatch. Those conditions in any deal reached with the Klatchians are unnegotiable. If they want this land back they will need to push us off it."

"We will avoid war if at all possible." he continued, "Frankly because we'll get slaughtered, but if push comes to shove we will fight."

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The General in the bar had consumed plenty of alcohol. He was probably well over the legal driving limit. He didn't smell of Orc at all, not that anything could really be read from that. However, he didn't look drunk when he swung around to look at the Var, "A Var in Moskau? How bold. Be careful, there are some big Orcs in these parts. They will rip you limb from limb if you step foot in the wrong part of town."

"Oh." Davies grimaced at the thought of being questioned by Marshalls, "I suppose hoping you guys will just hand over the information you got from that funny experiment you did on me would be too much to hope for?"

She quickly finished what was on her plate, there wasn't much in the first plate, then smiled brightly, "I don't suppose you would know where I can get a glass of water do you?"


One of the young women at the table pointed with her knife up at a pair of samovars next to the food.

"Your next up to meet a Klatchian Marshal. That is what I presently know. When your ready..." He paused looking at what she was wearing. "I think really you should put something warmer on. It is nearing winter up here you know..."

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Palmer grunted at the machine, "In that case I must say I have not taken part in any piratical activities during the cruise. However if this is to turn into some form of prosecution I must advise you that I cannot continue to answer questions on the subject without first seeking legal advice."


The unit hummed for a moment, "Authority Court Program Started please wait.....Gavin Palmer, private citizen of Dyelli Beybi you are hearby charged that as an acting Officer of The Perfect you participated in the violation of Enclave Territorial Waters with a vessel only built for the conduction of piracy or war. As you are not a military officer, you are hearby convicted of being a pirate with no known record and shall be sentenced that your remaining life shall be in service on planet Zabtha. Do you contest the sentence?"

The woman in the room grunted, "I wonder that such a person was allowed to command a garbage tug to the breakers."

Who said anything about their being lawyers in the Enclave? Because 'lawyering up' doesn't work well when there is not one for several hundread miles.

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OOC: Collins will be englightened in a moment.

"Sorry, Ma'am," Captain Marcus Livius apologized, again going quiet.

The Klatchians were no doubt familiar with the history of the Drakonian contact with the Dark Eldar of the Manmen Kabal. It had happened in the desert nation of Raem. How the Dark Eldar had used their Webway to infiltrate Earth was still unknown, but the ensuing deployments to stabilize Raem had been a debacle. The humanitarian forces had been assaulted viciously, in a matter of a day casualties mounted to the tens of thousands, as the Dark Eldar cut into Refugees and Soldiers with the same brutal zeal. It was almost a massacre, but for the sheer tenacity and stubbornness of the Drakonian character they would have utterly defeated. That tenacity had force the outnumbered Dark Eldar to wipe out the cities of Raem with nuclear weapons. It was then and there that the Imperium ceased its pursuit of Weapons of Mass Destruction.

"The Captain raises an interesting comparison," Leo commented. "If Klatchian Elves are as bad as the Dark Eldar--"

"That is a matter for another occasion, I believe," Aisha cut in. "Perhaps the Imperium can mount an expedition at some time to pursue contact with the Elves of Klatch. Meanwhile, I believe we should proceed to the matters at hand." She looked to Dzerzhinsky. "The Imperium has come to the same conclusion, the resources at Klatch's disposal are substantial and a War would definitely would be in their favor. We must pursue a peaceful resolution to the current situation. And now perhaps, it is time for just that." Leo nodded.

Mr. Teddy did not show any surprise.
"Alexia Lorna ap Adam, also known as Alexia Baldwin, Checka Agent last known assigned to Neo Tyr." He paused for a moment, "We became enlightened of this fact as a Neo Tyrian discovered the error in playing games of chance upon the world wide web, on servers owned by House Cofru"

He paused, "We also know that her father was supposedly a member of the Glawis Dynasty. Or that she claimed he was."

*****
The Var likely a bit larger than most Orcs. And in someways the General had made the equivilant comment to "Watch out or those cows are going to get you!"

The Var said nothing for a moment then his voice rumbled out, "Shall we then drink you your legions of Kafski? And shall we do it in the Kafski manner?"

"Thought it was a tea pot." Davies remarked as she stood up, moving over to the table to pour herself a glass of water.

"Maybe I should put something warmer on... it looks well... unbelievably cold out there. I would need to rely on handouts though, I left Cyro in a bit of a hurry."

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Palmer glared at the machine, "Yes, I would like to contest the sentence on the grounds that you have no evidence whatsoever of any piratical activity having been undertaken."

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Collins looked completely blank, then shrugged apologetically, "Sorry, I've never heard of her, do you know anything else?"

"I absolutely agree." Dzerzhinsky said, standing up, "Which is why I'm going to reccomend you go straight to the meeting. Brezhnev is the one who can make these agreements, I can speak for him, but only off the record."

It was a fairly clear indication that the meeting was over. Dzerzhinsky insisted on shaking everyone's hand, "A pleasure." he spoke as he shook Aisha's hand.

"No offence taken by the way." Chlarissa was saying to Marcus Livius, smiling brightly, "Maybe when you're off duty we can go for a drink and then we can compete with stories of all the unpleasant things that have happened to us."

As they were leaving, she caught Leo's sleeve, "Surely you're going to finish that Martini?" it was fairly obviously an excuse to catch him alone.

Felix Dzerzhinsky had, throughout the whole meeting been planning grand strategy and trying to work out how to wriggle out of war with Klatch; he hadn't picked up any of the implications that Leo was connected to Intelligence. His Deputy wasn't so unobservant.

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Then General smiled pleasantly at the Var, "I suppose that would be from a human skull or some such nonsense?"

"Let me propose a toast." his voice boomed out across the room, carrying to every corner, "Let me propose a toast. A toast to freedom."

Ambassador-XD (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v737/commonwealthnav/Ambassador-XD.jpg) traveled to The House of the Republic to meet with the First Republican and 'she' was able to give him reassurance.

"Rest assured that The Autarch will carry out his end of the bargain. If any spatial power attempts to invade the Free Republic, The Autarch will order his Varangian Guard to act."

Ambassador-XD pauses here, receiving data from the Lagpunkt.

"The Autarch is prepared to pledge the five most recently commisioned Fleet Control Groups to the defence of your nation. They will be ready to deploy within hours, and will only await my request that they be sent , and they will be here within hours of my request."


Theleb Kanaan smiled and nodded looking relieved. "I thank you, your help to us has been most generous."

He was pleased to have the support of The Commonwealth, he did not trust any of the Free Republic's earthbound 'friends' to aid the Free Republic in the event of an emergency. Enough nations had betrayed the Free Republic to make the First Republican very wary and untrusting, a long way from his support of the UN and KIST.

*****

Command General Lucane stood at the bar by the Federation delegation, and went over his duty rosters on his blackberry. Unusually for a Vaadian, he was very patient, and merely busied himself until this conference got started.

He raised an eyebrow as the Gneral made a toast to freedom, otherwise his posture and expression did not change.

"It has been a pleasure meeting you Mr. Dzerzhinsky," Aisha replied, standing and shaking his hand. "I hope we shall get a chance to speak again."

Marcus stood and slapped his right fist over his heart in a Drakonian Salute, proceeding then to shake Dzerzhinsky's hand and turning to Chlarissa before following the Ambassador out of the room and back to their vehicles. "Maybe," he replied to her comment, his face still impassive. Then it softened and he added, "I would like that."

Leo was halfway to the door, having also shook Dzerzhinsky's hand, when Chlarissa's comment stopped him. "I almost forget," he said, realizing he had not even touched it. "Can not let good alcohol go to waste."

Aisha stopped in the doorway and turned to look at him. "Shall we wait for you," she asked.

"I shall be along shortly." Leo smiled. "But, I see no reason for diplomacy to wait on someone as unimportant as myself. I will meet you at the Conference."

"As you wish," she replied, nodding. "Enjoy your drink." Then they were gone.

Chlarissa picked up the martini and handed it to Leo, "Shaken not stirred eh?" she laughed momentarily at her comment.

"Consciously or subconsciously you want me to think you're a secret agent." she gave Leo a cunning smile, "I'm not like Felix, I don't like the way he opperates. It is sinister and dirty, but it is also necessary. Felix is the master of necessity shall we say?"

"He is also a very proud and silly man." she continued, "He knows as well as I do that this Intelligence agency is as full of Cheka double-agents as Rome is full of priests."

She cocked her head on one side, studying Leo's reaction as she continued, "All our best agents that would otherwise be overseas are here trying to root out people working to Cyro. In effect we're blind, if there's one thing we really need it's intelligence as to what is going on in the rest of Klatch. The question is, what would the Imperium want in return?"

"Thought it was a tea pot." Davies remarked as she stood up, moving over to the table to pour herself a glass of water.

"Maybe I should put something warmer on... it looks well... unbelievably cold out there. I would need to rely on handouts though, I left Cyro in a bit of a hurry."


"I thought we provided warmer cloths for you in your wardrobe?"

Actually there were two samovars one contained tea, and the other ice water. Some of the girls had orange juice in glasses, so somewhere that was available also.

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Palmer glared at the machine, "Yes, I would like to contest the sentence on the grounds that you have no evidence whatsoever of any piratical activity having been undertaken."

"You are a private citizen, acting as an officer, upon a vessel who is only feature is a turret containing two primitive terran artillery devices. It can only be classifed as a terran wet navy warship. A warship in private hands is used only for privateering or piracy. As their are no letters of Marque on register for Dyelli Beybi, nor any vessels that are not Klatchian operating on these waters, the only logical conclusion that you are a pirate."

The unit paused, "the lack of piratical activity suggests only that you were captured before such acts could be carried out. Futher you have no record of such activies against you. Which is why your sentence was stayed to that of life imprisonment versus death by dehydration."

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There was a chime on the door. Mr. Teddy turned to a small screen built into his desk. Then said something in low var. The door slid open and another man, tall angular walked in. "Hey Bear, you know that er...Dyellian..." He paused for a second, "Ah who is the hottie?" he pointed at Collins.

"That is Admiral Collins, or the former Admiral of House Collins..." Mr. Teddy replied, "And do not address me as Bear, Patrick."

"Yes sir, well I just got an order to show up down the hall to process a convict. A Dyellian by the name of Palmer."

"Ugh, it would appear that he has somehow convinced the Advisor to convict him of something?"

"Really, the beuru bots should not be thrown sarcastic wise asses like me. Unless you want him on the next shuttle out to Zabtha. He did better than I did, I was going to be fed alive to some Orcs or something."

The doctor chimmed in, "Well you shouldn't have claimed raping Klatchian Tiger Cubs your favorite hobby after instigating revolutions against Alien Overlords, sacasm doesn't work well around here."

Mr. Teddy ignored the interuption, "No, prevent the unfortunate idle brain from doing any futher damage..."

"Yup..."

The tall man turned and walked out the door. Looking back at Collins as he did so.