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The CFA Board Room:

"Next on the hidden agenda, nuclear power," Supreme Admiral Crowley declared, "What do you think gentlemen, yay or nay?" The most of the men in the room rose and declared "Yay." The Admiral was surprised by the reaction he got from the board, he had expected a split vote. This is not to say the was displeased though, he had been waiting to start a nuclear program for a long while now.

"Now that we have decided," Crowley said, "where shall we build it?" "What about here in the capital?" General Greene suggested, "It would be easy to defend." Vice Admiral Henderson stood and replied, "But what about the risk of a nuclear meltdown? I say we build it on the Cork plains. That way if there is a meltdown no major cities are at risk." "That would be to hard to defend," General Hanlon stated. The Admiral was getting irritated. "Are there any other suggestions?" He asked as he looked around the room with a deadly glare.

Tech General Caitlen Crowley rose, "I suggest that we build it with in Mount Gallway. It would be easy to defend and in the case of a melt down the contamination would be easily contained." Her father looked around the room with the same glare that he used onlyt a few seconds ago, "Anything anyone wants say? No? Then it is decided, Mount Gallway it is. Greene have the 101st foot and the 73rd mechanized divisions move to a defensive position around the mountain. I do Not want the press to find out about this project nor do I want anyother nation to learn of it. Meeting ajurned."

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OOC: The 'Board' is my version of the Presidential Cabinet.

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Multiple Locations Across the CFA:

With in two weeks the tunneling was well on its way. The main tunnels were already connected and being expanded upon. The Techies down the road from the Kremlit were already finished the basic design of the powere plant and had already begun building some of the 'safe' technology. The public was still oblivious. They had been told that the construction going on there was for a back up bunker in case something happened to the Kremlit. Caitlen had put one of her most trusted collegues, Colin O'Kanel in charge of oversight. He told her that the project would be completed within the next three, possibly even two, years.

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OOC: What kind of responses are you looking for? Or have you not released this to the public, yet?

OOC: Well, I have no protection against spy plains, satilite passes, etc.

OOC: Well, I have no protection against spy plains, satilite passes, etc.

OOC: All righty, I'll reserve this post for a later mini-RP of a satellite pass.

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OOC: Another nation goes nuclear. Huzzah! I'll make a re-affirmation and statement of support once this goes public.

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OOC: If your looking for nuclear weapons I sell them at the storefront linked in my signature.

May do some kind of discovery-support thing post later, if I get bored.

"Sir, we've run into some problems," The Admiral heard Colin Kanel say over the secure line. "Problems?" He asked. "Well, there are large quantities of a blue sand clogging up the tunneling machines. Several of the machines have already broken down. We need a way of protecting our machines." "I'll see what I can do, for now use shovels and C4."

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Mondoth's crippled sattelite network was still being repaired after the attack by Naveiran seperatists. A permanent command structure was years away, buried under competetive bids and rebuilding the unique control software. in the meantime Temporary centers were trying to gleen as much information as possible from the network of advanced sattelites. One of the techs busy recoding the command software shot the latest trial version up to an orbiting satteilte. The sattlite quickly and efficiently started scanning, sent the images back t earth and promty went into hibernation.

"Another bust code" mumbled the tech clicking quietly away at his console, sending the data off to analysis, who knows what use could be made of it.

Message to the government of Drexel Hillsville
Via: TFC-12009
Encrypt: Public
Decrypt:******

It has come to our attentin through various circumstances that your government is attempting to construct an underground nulcear complex. Our nation has much experience with nuclear power plants and weapons as well as formidible experience in tunnelling and mining. We are willing to aid your efforts in exchange for various goods and services. Possibly including an exchange of military bases and Sattelite based intelligence assets. We hope that a partnership between our two nations would be a great advantage to both of us. Please consider our offer carefully before responding
<Seal of the Trinitarian Republic>

OOC: Lemme know if this is up to snuff.

IC:

In the dark depths of near-space, an LH-1Z realtime surveillance satellite finished up a routine sweep of the islands of the Hills. In the dark depths of the LHDF primary command complex, a lowly sergeant perked up and called his supervisor.

"Looks like some major drilling and excavation going on near this mountain, sir."

The major in charge of the SATINT from the satellite was intrigued.

"Are those military units around the mountain? Yeesh, the General needs to hear about this."

Lt. Gen. Arthur McDermott of the LH Air Force, Space Division, recieved the report 2 hours later in a standard terse military memo:

Department of the Air Force
Office of Intelligence

Attn: All

It has come to the attention of this office that Drexel Hillsville is conducting major excavation operations in the vicinity of a large mountain. Military units appear to be overseeing the operation. Recommend further investigation.

Maj. T. Borne
Space Operations Command


The General remembered reading a report from a HUMINT asset in the field about something to do with a nuclear program. This couldn't be a coincidence.

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At the next Cabinet meeting, the General presented his findings: that Drexel Hillsville was conducting a major operation designed to give the nation nuclear capabilities.

"Why is this so horrible General?" Asked the Secretary of Agriculture, "There are dozens of nations every day who become nuclear capable."

"Sir, Drexel Hillsville supports terrorist groups in Northern Ireland. Should they acquire nuclear technology, it is possible that weaponry would fall into the hands of certain unsavory individuals."

The President thought it over for a bit.

"Alright, well let's send a submarine out there to keep an eye on the situation. Wait for a few more satellite passes and keep monitoring their progress. SecState, please send a communiqué to the Drexels Hillsville government asking of their intentions for this huge mining program. Let's wait this one out and see how it turns out."

Heads nodded in agreement. An LH-1Z satellite was permanently assigned to monitoring the situation in the region and a Dolphin class submarine from Command Squadron, 2nd Fleet was dispatched to the area.

The Secretary of State sent out his communiqué to the Drexel Hillsville government. A reponse is still forthcoming.

Colin Kanel burst into the Supreme Admiral's office, "Sir, I have good news That blue dust that is in Mount Gallway, our scientists say that its silver." The Admiral was looking over some breifings and telegrams he had received over the night, "That is good. Colin, I want your advice on this. The Republic of Mondoth has offered their assistance in our project. I assume that they used satilites to figure that out. They seem to want an alliance in return. The Horsemen might not take kindly to us working with them. What do you suggest?" "Take the deal Sir. The Horsemen may be our allies now but what happens in a few years when the leaders have changed? We have no shared military bases with them making the whole alliance just our word. Join with these people. Besides we may be able to persuade them to join the AFH.

The Admiral thought about it and sent out the following message:
To: The Leader or Leaders of Mondoth.

It is with great joy that we accept your offer. I too believe that if our two nations work together we can reach new heights in Technology and peace. We hope that you have not changed your mind on the offer.
From: Supreme Admiral F. Crowley,
True Leader of the CFA

The Secretary of State sent out his communiqué to the Drexel Hillsville government. A reponse is still forthcoming.

OOC: What did the Communique say?
Oh, Yeah, ummm, I dont really give the Irish guys weapons. I give them money which usually comes back to me due to my weapon sales policy.
And actually they are not in Northern Ireland, they operate their they are in places like Dublin, Downings, Gallway, etc. The terrorists in Northern Ireland are the retaliation groups that hate countries like mine.

OOC: What did the Communique say?


OOC: Just asked your intentions with all the mining and stuff. We don't mention nuclear technology at all.

To: the Leader or Leaders of Lost Hills
The activity on the mountain is a project which is going to be the bunker that houses the High Court of the CFA. The Military is there to make sure that no sabotage occurs. Unfortuetly I can disclose anymore infromation.
From, Supreme Admiral F. Crowley,
Treu Leader of the CFA

OOC: I'm Having writers block roght now.

Gen. McDermott read the message DepState sent over. He read it again. Actually, he read it about 15 times before he made his final recommendation to the Cabinet.


Department of the Air Force
Space Division

SATINT not consistent with construction of a court. Excessive amounts of military units for simple anti-sabotage operation. Recommend infiltration by HUMINT asset to ascertain true operation.

Lt. Gen. A. McDermott
Space Division


The Cabinet concurred with his analysis and dispatched an order to the Lost Hills Department of Intelligence. A intelligence officer, essentially a spy, was dispatched to Drexel Hillsville with orders to determine the true nature of the major excavation operations.

OOC: You guys have airports and the like right?

To Drexel Hills
Via: ETFC-09887
Encrypt: Public
Decrypt: ******

Yes, our offer is still open. We will send an envoy immediately to discuss an alliance. One of our Chief Technicians from the Eastern Mondoth Trust (Government owned Mining Company) will be joining the envoy to inspect the constructio and prepare a report on what is needed to most efficiently and safely construct the facilities in question. Please expect our envoy shortly, They will be arriving on a Mondoth Air VC-210 airliner.

ooc: What airport should they land at?

To Drexel Hills
Via: ETFC-09887
Encrypt: Public
Decrypt: ******

Yes, our offer is still open. We will send an envoy immediately to discuss an alliance. One of our Chief Technicians from the Eastern Mondoth Trust (Government owned Mining Company) will be joining the envoy to inspect the constructio and prepare a report on what is needed to most efficiently and safely construct the facilities in question. Please expect our envoy shortly, They will be arriving on a Mondoth Air VC-210 airliner.

ooc: What airport should they land at?

Upon reading the Mondothian* telegram Supreme Admiral Crowley was pleased. He sent out the following dispatch.

To: The Leader or Leaders of Mondoth.
I am pleased that the offer remains on the table. We will have a space for your plane ready at Downings International Airport. Once there a Helicopter will take your men to the Kremlit Bunker's helipad I will meet with them and your Technician will be flown to mount Gallway. Is this satisfactory?
From: Supreme Admiral F. Crowley,
True Leader of the CFA

OOC: Lemme know if this is up to snuff.

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In the dark depths of near-space, an LH-1Z realtime surveillance satellite finished up a routine sweep of the islands of the Hills. In the dark depths of the LHDF primary command complex, a lowly sergeant perked up and called his supervisor.

"Looks like some major drilling and excavation going on near this mountain, sir."

The major in charge of the SATINT from the satellite was intrigued.

"Are those military units around the mountain? Yeesh, the General needs to hear about this."

(I hope you don't mind)
After a few more test,The sergeant noticed something else on the stat pic.A plane.This would not matter except it was not a CFA plane.It had a Blue Star
on a red circle.

--Earlier,Helios, Usea--
The international buss in the CFA was intreguing the leader of Usea-Jason.He decided to look into it.He did not have and stat available,yet He did have something just as fast.

--Los Canas,Usea--
At the Airbase in The Los Canas Mtn range,A interesting pland was preparing to take off,a Spyplane.The Plane was a MiG-31SR,Usean make.It was based off the Usean MiG-31M/E,The fastest Planes they had.With the Stats away,they would use it for a quick pic.The plane launched,And midway to the target,meet up with a Kc-10R Tanker.As it proceded withthe mission,the LH-1Z Satillite came over head.A One in a billion shot.The Usean Pland Sped up to Mach 2 and snaped the pics.As it was leaving,LH-1Z took it's pictures of the mining program AND the MiG.The plane made it saflly back,Yet Lost hills Did not know the nation it belonged to,and Usea didn't know that happened.

three men with suitcases, each very pale and thin, walked out of the Airport, they had gotton the Uranium they were to give to the Drexel government, courtesy of The Warmaster, who had been watching the development ofg this underground nuclear complex though a Series of Satalites, before sending his 3 best Vampire Diplomats with their uranium on their mission.

Officer John McHaf had been told to stop anyone who looked suspicious. When he saw three men that looked as ghastly as the grave itself he knew what his CO had been talking about. "Excuse me genltemen," He called out as he approached with his hand holding the gun that was behind his back, "Can I see some Identification?"

"we dont bear any, but we are here on official buisness, we need to talk to your government" Ivan the green said.

John thought about his situation, "Well, the Kremlit is a good distance from here. Usually diplomats get there via Helicopter. I suggest though that you take a cab, because you don't seem like you have an apointment."

"thank you" Ivan said, as he and the others left, the hailed a Cab
"take us to the kremlit" Ivan said, handing the man some bones, bofore quickly taking them back, replacing them with real money
"sorry, undeath Diplomats" Vlad said as the taxi sped off.

The Mondoth Air Diplomatic VC-210 landed smoothly at Downign airport. Taxiing up to the terminal the cabin doors swung open and quikly a pair of DIplomatic escorts stepped out. They wore dark blue Business suits with well concealed PG-11 hand guns in shoulder holsters. Following the two escorts were Envoy. Two youngish men in dark red suits with gold ties and briefcases. Behind them followed the Technician. Wearing slacks and a hawaiin shirt he was followed by an aide carrying his considerable luggage.

"Hmm so thats what the buz is about."Said intel analist gen.Popov."Lets sent the plane back you,we need to know how many nations are in this."
The MiG-31SR way preped for another flight.

The Mondoth Air Diplomatic VC-210 landed smoothly at Downign airport. Taxiing up to the terminal the cabin doors swung open and quikly a pair of DIplomatic escorts stepped out. They wore dark blue Business suits with well concealed PG-11 hand guns in shoulder holsters. Following the two escorts were Envoy. Two youngish men in dark red suits with gold ties and briefcases. Behind them followed the Technician. Wearing slacks and a hawaiin shirt he was followed by an aide carrying his considerable luggage.

Four men in formal militay uniforms stepped outside onto the landing strip. "Welcome," The tallest of them said, "My name is Matt Crowley, I am The Admiral's son. These are my assocaites, Andrew McDonald, Todd Giang, and John Lynch. If you'll all follow me to the golf carts we'll be to our helicopter in a few moments." He motioned to three golf carts behind him. He turned around and started walking to the carts which gave the visitors a clear veiw of the rail gun behind hi back.

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Officer Richard Grey arrived in Drexel Hillsville on one of the regular commuter flights that go into the nation every so often. After taking an inter-island ferry to the construction site, he began setting up his equipment and communications gear in a local hotel suite.

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The decision was made soon after Mr. Grey was sent that this entire operation was absolutely foolish and that the whole plan was borked right from the beginning. It was decided that it would look too suspicious to the Hills if Mr. Grey just went directly back to Lost Hills, so he would be cut off from contact with DepInt. The Department of Intelligence made plans to disavow any knowledge of Mr. Grey, and business continued as usual at the capital.

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Richard realized something was wrong after the 3rd day of communications blackout. He remembered that the standard procedure for aborting an operation of this nature was first cutting off commo...he was being eliminated!

This was a travesty. After having served the Department for 20 years, this is how it all ended? Blahhh...

He set out to find the nearest bar, and to get as positively hammered as possible in the shortest amount of time.

"Thank you, I'm the Chief of mission Andrew Dagdson, this is my assistant Abner Meyers."
"And i'm the techie, William Hye, my Great Uncle discovered the Mondothian Oil Deposits, I went into mining 'stead of drillin though."
after the introductions the group began to follow Mr. Crowley and his assosciates until, seeing the rail gun, one of the Escorts stopped abruptly and motioned for the other Mondothians to do so as well.

"Mr. Crowley, I note that you are armed, is there any security situation we should be aware of?"

"driver head for those mountains" Ivan said, pointing to the moutain facility.

when they arrived they were told tol go back by a Soldier guarding the border, the three vampires got out, and ivan opend hios suitcase
"i think your nation may be in need of this, Uranium, high quality uranium mind from the lands of undeath" ivan said calmly, seeing thew soldiers eyes buldge open, he then pulled out a phone
"uhh sir, we have some....well, some guys just brought us some uranium" ths startled Guard said.

"Thank you, I'm the Chief of mission Andrew Dagdson, this is my assistant Abner Meyers."
"And i'm the techie, William Hye, my Great Uncle discovered the Mondothian Oil Deposits, I went into mining 'stead of drillin though."
after the introductions the group began to follow Mr. Crowley and his assosciates until, seeing the rail gun, one of the Escorts stopped abruptly and motioned for the other Mondothians to do so as well.

"Mr. Crowley, I note that you are armed, is there any security situation we should be aware of?"

"Look," Crowley started, "This is a code word project. But even though security is high on the project doesn't mean that only the people who need to know do. My assocaites and I are actually a black ops group. The rail gun is our weapon of choice which is why we are carrying them arround. Plus not to long ago Fort Emmet, in the center of this city, was attacked by a small group of terrorists. We feel that it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Thank you, I'm the Chief of mission Andrew Dagdson, this is my assistant Abner Meyers."
"And i'm the techie, William Hye, my Great Uncle discovered the Mondothian Oil Deposits, I went into mining 'stead of drillin though."
after the introductions the group began to follow Mr. Crowley and his assosciates until, seeing the rail gun, one of the Escorts stopped abruptly and motioned for the other Mondothians to do so as well.

"Mr. Crowley, I note that you are armed, is there any security situation we should be aware of?"

"Look," Crowley started, "This is a code word project. But even though security is high on the project doesn't mean that only the people who need to know do. My assocaites and I are actually a black ops group. The rail gun is our weapon of choice which is why we are carrying them arround. Plus not to long ago Fort Emmet, in the center of this city, was attacked by a small group of terrorists. We feel that it's better to be safe than sorry."

"Thank you for clearing that up. Our nation is experiencing some slight troubles with a small insurrection. We must be vigilant for the possibility of sympathizers."

"driver head for those mountains" Ivan said, pointing to the moutain facility.

when they arrived they were told tol go back by a Soldier guarding the border, the three vampires got out, and ivan opend hios suitcase
"i think your nation may be in need of this, Uranium, high quality uranium mind from the lands of undeath" ivan said calmly, seeing thew soldiers eyes buldge open, he then pulled out a phone
"uhh sir, we have some....well, some guys just brought us some uranium" ths startled Guard said.

"Uraniam?" Kanal asked. "Tell them to hold on for a second, I'll phone the Admiral." He took out his secure cell and hit the first number on his speed dial. "Admiral? This is 2nd Tech General Colin Kanel. We've got some odd men at the front gate with what they claim to be uranium. Please Advise."
"Find out where their from and report back." He heard. he then picked up his office phone again, "Private, find out where they are from."

"we are from Death Spire Citadel, in the Lands of Undeath" Ivan said
"please, if you doubt our claims, call the Citadel, our lord the Warmaster should clear things up, if he is not busy" he continued, handing the private a sheet of paper with a direct phone number to the Warmaster's office.

The submarine Alek J. Blain sent back interesting RADAR bleeps passing near Drexel Hillsville.

"What the hell?" Admirl Walter Cran said in a questinoning voice tapping the Radar screen. "Sergent Major, find a map of that country." Sergent Major Richter ran and found a disk. Placing it into the drive, a map of Drexel Hillsville appeared on a large screen. "It's coming from that mountain." pointed out Major Lisa Riddle.

"Get Gloria(the capital) on the horn, I wanna here what he says about this one." the admril replies.

(OCC: Our submarine isn't really stealthy, so you might find it.)

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