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The former General, Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi, watched the news in his apartment. Only 14% of the vote... and General Valens has 26%.

The right-winger knew he had no chance of victory, and the Amestrians would kill him. They wanted his blood, in their minds he had ordered the riots which had killed an estimated 800,000 Kahanistanians, and injured over nine million. Not only that, he had called the woman who was to be President of Amestria a pedophile and sociopath in front of trillions of people.

And now, MassPwnage was bombing the shit out of his country. It was no longer safe in Kahanistan for him.

In a rage, the general changed into a disguise and packed his AK-74 and about two thousand rounds, and put on a bulletproof vest under his disguise. He boarded a helicopter bound for parts unknown, he had no clue where he would take it.

Allah has deserted me. First he did not smite the demon Dreadfire when he invaded our land, then he takes away my command, now he seeks to take my life. The general was having a crisis of faith, his belief in Allah had been unwavering until recently.

While flying the helicopter out, he wrote a message on his computer.

To: Admiral Kukonois

I am aware of your hatred for the government of Novacom, an alleged ally of Kahanistan which allowed millions of its people to be murdered by AMF without lifting a finger.

I am willing to bring the tactical skills of a General of the Imperial Marines to your aid, as well as knowledge of weapons of mass destruction, and classified Kahanistanian weapons projects.

Please accept me as an ally in your noble cause.

Sincerely,
Sheikh Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi,
formerly a General of the Kahanistan Imperial Marines

Malo Kukonois, the Feared man himself, the leader of an uncrushable rebellion the guiding star of his forces had returned to his office, the rambling insanities of the remaining members of the Detzen circle weighing heavy down upoin him, Soon you fools will be dead and I will be free of your insanity, it has already cost me far too much, perhaps I should send them out on a suicide mission pah doubt they'd buy it, they're mad not stupid alas Looking kindly up to the wall at an image of his father before throwing himself bodily into his chair and peering over his desk, where a note took his attention, "Ah, now this is interesting, General Delevan, front and center!" He whsipered over the intercom, he did not need to shout, if he so much as pointed a finger entire mountains were expected to move.

In the newly minted General came panting slightly having ran and vaunted over the table where the diminished Detzen circle planned the bloody destruction of the Velkyan's, "At your call Admiral!" fiercly saluting, he was once of the Admiral's Faveourite's he unlike the Detzen circle was perfectly sane, and an able commander, unlike his predecessor General Drejas he knew when to withdraw, "Take a flotilla to the Mediteranean, there you will meet with This Kahnistanian general, read this name I can't even being to pronounce it, if he is sincere bring him to me, and we shall use this knowledge of his and at the same time get rid of the insane fools in the next room, dismissed."

Leaving no room for argument he turned back to his desk and promptly began poring over a map, General Delevan saluted sharply before billowing out, soon he would return to the Grendal, first however he consulted the priests, the one's he trusted, for some were as insane as the Detzen Circle. "Lord Priest, tell me what does Maljuras desire of us?" his fervor evident, he served the admiral, but he was worried, all too often lately power had been usurped by crazed individuals unfit for the batlefield let alone commanding those on it, he needed to know, what was the great lord of Destinies plan, he may not have put much stock in the Diri E I G Ignen but he needed answers, any answers.

THe Lord Priest enthralled under the ritual shroud uttered an answer, "Return to me when your mission is over, I shall have an answer for you then, but remember, faith in the admiral and faith in the gods are paramount, I know of your concers, however take the Dark Covenant with you, after all out there, no-one would think anything suspicious if their transport was shot down somewhere." trailing off at the end leaving the rest to the general's imgination saluting and billowing out, hurrying down the tall citadel mount and into a monrail car, the journey to the docks would take 15 minutes,

"Captain Hisponas, have the Grendal and the fleet ready to depart as soon as I arrive," he murmured into his radio,

"Of course general, and you have visitors waiting in your ready room, Diri E I G Ignen Priests, sir what should I do with them?" Smirking slightly, if their gods truly existed surely they were looking over him, not their corrupt priests,

"Keep them there until I arrive, and have a transport prepared for them as well, they will want to leave in style and nothing is more stylish than going out with a bang." he responded cryptically, finally the madness was nearing it's end, now the only barrier was the Detzen Circle, and then the Admiral his forces once more his to fully control could forge onwards, Velkya, Xirnium, Novacom Kahanistan and many more nations would fall in revenge for previous efforts at thwarting them.

Soon the Grendal set sail, it's massive form quickly submerging deep, the Blood Guard crew ran round securing everything for the great journey as the General faced up to what he woud have to do and meet with the crazed priests, billowing into the room he confronted the mad lot chanting over a blood soacked teddy bear, "You called Lord Priests?"

"Ah yes General Delevan, we were just discussing you, please sit down," the foremost amongst them in high pitched squak like voice crooned from within his robes.

The General Bristled at being invited to sit down aboard his own vessel but did so anyway, "Good things I hope Lord Priest, so tell me why have you summoned me aboard my ship?"

"Simple, we require you to take us to Kahanistan, the people there cry out for the gods light, and we shall impart it to them, the Cult of the Diri E I G Ignen will grow." cackling madly he steeples his clawed and gnarled fingers togethered, the lights played over the bone white skin as a wizened face peered out of the robes, eyes wide and bloodshot pupils a barest of pinpricks he fixed the general with a terrifying stare.

"Consider it done, now if that is all I have buisness to attend to, farewell lord priest," without a further word, evidently unimpressed by the show he stalked out his command cape billowing in the cool air, leaving the priests looking at each other uncertainly.

To: Sheikh Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi

I have been instructed to meet with you, afterwards we shall return to the Admiral, we await co-ordinates to meet, however be swift I would rather not enmesh my fleet in the war in the Mediteranean, it would be counter-productive to the Admiral's long term plans.

General Delevan, 11th Crusader Fleet
Hail the Admiral

The General read the message. He then tapped in coordinates on his computer.

Al-Ghazi radioed a message to General Delevan.

"Meet me at"[i]", I will be in a UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter. I await the meeting with Admiral Malo Kukonois."

Sheikh Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi

Smirking the General turned to the captain, "keep the ship here, and dispatch those priests, I will go ahead and meet our friend" smiling his eyes burning hungrily to be rid of the madmen, in any way possible he stalked out, in the hangar bay waited his Transport and a Quartet of Torrken 2's, beside the Transport stoof a small group of Covenant Guard, their armour shining in the lighting, "General we will acompany you, and lay down our lives if nessacery, Hail the Admiral" the leader of them would bellow, Covenant Colonel Crast respenldant with spear machine gun and magnifcent Sheild they followed the General onboard.

Murmuring and laughing the Priests surged through the corridors, pushing their assisstants forward, the poor acolyte's had suffered greatly under these men, soon however they may be free of them, they certainly hoped so as as one the priests kicked them onboard their own transports and mounted the ramp themselves.

Magestically the Grendal rose partly out of the water, a pair of transports and a Quartet of Torrken 2's rising up, once out of the hangar the ship once more descended to the depths like a great and terrible beast.

Later on the Transport would touch down at the co-ordinates, early as the skies were clear, the Torrken 2's also touched down towering over like great guardians sent from the gods themselves, like wise outside the transport stood the general, himself flanked by 4 Covenant guard, a splendid sight in the bright sun, here they waited, waited for a potetnail new ally.

Meanwhile the Transport Containing the Priests would soar on, already entering Kahanistanian airspace, the cackled madly as they gazed at precious artifacts, before returning to the main compartment to plot and scheme the establishment of their cult in a new nation, the gods demanded worship, and they would have it.

They were met by a bearded Arab man in his late 40's, dressed in traditional Middle Eastern garb, and carrying a small laptop in addition to the personal one he had used to communicate with Admiral Kukonois.

"I am Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi," said the man. He gave the Diri E I G Ignen priests the laptop. It contained data on Kahanistan's nuclear programs, as well as information on Project Sicarius (http://s13.invisionfree.com/The_NS_Draftroom/index.php?showtopic=865), which was still incomplete, but the forces of Admiral Kukonois would be likely to perfect the design. It also contained the specifications and armaments of Kahanistan's indigenous Super Dreadnaught (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Chuck_Norris_class_Super_Dreadnaught) design. While only one of these monsters had been built, it dwarfed even a Freekish warship and the good Admiral probably had the resources to construct a fleet of them.

General al-Ghazi had been raised as a Muslim, but with his crisis of faith, he was more than willing to go over to the Diri E I G Ignen sect if it saved him spiritually. However, he was motivated more by a desire for revenge than by a spiritual quest. He wanted to destroy his enemies, Amestria, AMF, Novacom, Xirnium, and Kahanistan.

OOC: The Priests have headed to your nation and will propably end up getting shot down by Pwnage forces, if not they'll attempt to convert war stressed civilians being oppourtunist as they are hehe, The General does however have some of the sane priests with him.

IC: A nearby Tech Priest carefully took the laptop, his partially tanned face suggested that he came from a fairly tropical climate, The General nodded "It is a pleasure to meet you, I am General Vladimir Delevan, 11th Crusader Fleet, come I will have a tech priest pilot your helicopter back to the ship, we have much to discuss and I am sure you have many questions, especially as to when we shall meet with the Admiral, the journey back will be long, as we must safeguard the Citadel's Location from spying Novan's amongst others." he motions with a hand for the general to follow him abaord as a pair of Tech Priests their robes swirling billowed out to the Helicopter, The Covenant Guard followed him in silently and with a striking profesionalism, this was not the rabblsome disorderly rebellion that Novacom frequently made it out to be, this was a far deadlier force than it publicly let on.

The tech Priest poured over the designs, indeed they were most prmosing, of course he would hand them over to Kukanarms, the designs would need modification of course, but they would be most effective and put into production as soon as possible, perhaps even the original could be built as well, though the information on the Nuclear Program was most encouraging, he could see it know, Tech Priests under the Thrall of Hartrussen the Craftsmen would bring forth a great torrent of Atomic Vindication for the Admiral.

The Transport with a slight heave soared into the air, the Helicopter not far behind it, they soared back to the ship and onwards to a new future, "So Abdullah, you may ask your questions now if you wish, I will answer them as best I can." The General was a fairly young man, he had succeeded General Drejas through early evidence of Tactical brilliance and the former General's folly, after all you would have to be mad to try and board a ship during combat of that scale.

(OOC: You think MassPwnage is going to risk war with Admiral Kukonois? It's already got Yallak and Credonia on its back, half its troops are in ViZion, etc. They can't risk Kukonois blasting the crap out of their homeland on top of it.)

"I have some questions. First, what is your stance towards the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek? Second, what does the Diri E I G Ignen faith believe in? Third, I'm basically here because you guys are enemies of Novacom and the other nations that abandoned the people of Kahanistan to their fate, what is your major reason for fighting?"

OOC: so they'll end up arriving and setting up temples, an interesting off shoot perhaps as they begin their preaching.

IC: Our Stance about Automagfreek is that they are dangerous, we shall strike them down in time, as will all who oppose the Admiral however the Admiral is patient and we shall instead ourselves grow to match in size Automagfreek, and then we shall establish an eternal empire over the world where the corruption of all governments shall be swept away and the Admiral's just and true law's shall be implemented,there shall be no more petty squabbles, there shall be no more war there shall be peace turth and freedom, as for maters of Fatih I will hand that question over to the Lord Priest," He Gestures to the rake thin man who had been until seconds earlier in the cockpit in discussion with the pilot.

"Such a vast question, it will take much time to explain, I shall give you a brief summary, Our Faith is the veneration of the gods, Vidurrel, the beginning, she who gave birth to all worlds in this existence, she imbues all beings with Life, Maljuras great lord Of Destiny, it is by him that Vidurrel birthed the worlds, and his dominion is the great gates of Destiny, he is master of fate, it is he who allots the path of life, judciously applying obstacles and shortcuts and it is he who shall judge the journey, for it is the journey that is truly important,

next we have Korodomir, she is beyond the gates of Destiny, for her relam is the world beyond, what other religons know as the afterlife, in Vidurrel's World there are places for those depending on how they approached the journey, those who embraced it with open arms and pressed on no matter what living a good life are treated to a pleasent place and eventual rebirth,

there are other gods as well that we venerate, Jindrax, giver of gifts, it was he who imbued the creatrues humans evolved from with the ability to change, his gift is potential, potential to strive to learn and to fail and succeed, he is often paired with the Akue, god if dreams and inspiration as inspiration and potential are closely linked, Finally the last of the Major gods if Hartrussen, the great craftsmen, it was he who first created all life on this planet, forging them in his foundry, as clay figures, then Maljuras inspected them judging them as worthy and Vidureel Imbued them with life just as Jindrax imbued them with Potential. Our Main tenats are worship of these gods, and the journey, a Journey that is true." The Priest Finished at last, he had been brief but his face was bright as he had a chance to explain, even a fraction of his faith to a potential pentient.

Smiling the General then continued, "We fight to realise the Admiral Ideal's of a better future, a new world in which the Journey can be made, a world of truth, originaly we were in revolt to Novacom, however that has expanded and evolved, now we fight for the Truth of the Admiral's Ideals," a shadow passed across his face, all that was true of course, but the Detzen circle and the Dark Covenant, they and their preachings had corrupted a great many, and created a bloodthirsty horde, however the men under his command had been rid of this, and soon so would the rest of the forces, and the Admiral's Dream could begin on it's path to being truly fufilled, at last.

It was a good thing that the general was losing his faith in Allah. A few weeks earlier he would have vehemently insisted that none but Allah had the right to be worshiped and that all others were idols or false gods. But with his faith crumbling and his world crashing down on him, he eagerly absorbed the information given him by the followers of Diri E I G Ignen.

He smiled as the rebel general explained to him that AMF would be destroyed and that peace would reign. This did not fit in at all with the reams of twisted propaganda that the Kahanistanian and Novan governments had said about Admiral Kukonois being a murderous psychopath.

Well, they lied about Torontia, maybe the Kahanistan government lied about Admiral Kukonois, too. He wondered when he would be officially converted to the sect. Hopefully the Diri E I G Ignen gods would treat him better than Allah had, using him for the past 48 years and then flushing him like a used prophylactic.

"Do you have anymore Questions, we will be arriving shortly back at my Flagship, The Grendal, once there we will commence the journey back post haste we have plans in motion already for the fufilment of the Admiral's Vision and I will be spearheading one of the fronts in the mean time however when we arrive I will give you a tour of the ship and accosiate you with our ways and technologies, as well as allowing the Lord Priest to show more of the gods and the great Mysteries," Rising and moving across the lounge to lean through a door, to inquire how long remaining, after receiving a short answer he sauntered back in passing by the Covenant Guard, still standing straight and tall like majestic statues.

"Only one more," said al-Ghazi. "Are there a lot of non-Novans in the fleet? I can't be the only one who has joined from another nation." I can't read any of the Novan, it's like no language I've ever seen before. "If so, do you make any attempt to have them all speak one language?" So I can read the scriptures. He felt that he was experiencing a spiritual awakening, one that Allah had never provided him with.

"I await the meeting with Admiral Kukonois, and becoming acquainted with his flagship."

"The Admiral welcomes all who know how to find him and come to him with the desire for a better future, naturally that has included a great many peoples from all over the world, as such we standardise, we all speak english however we do encourage new members into our ranks to learn Novan, the nature of the language when combined with military encryption means our communications are beyond safe." Smiling, he had welcomed several of these new people into the fold, and in all of them he had seen a similar awakening, the Journey was an infinitely more acceptable Religous view, it unlike other religons actually fit with science, which several scholars had found strange and had often converted and beacme beleivers themselves, the Journey was a powerful message indeed, and the gods welcomed all who would travel with them.

"General we're beginning our final approach to the Grendal now, we relayed your orders to depart the second we touch down earlier, they gave us an estimation of 2 days before we arrive back at the Citadel, I was also told to inform you that the admiral will see you and the General on the morning after your return at ten," The Pilot, garbed in what at sight was a cross between pilot uniform and dress uniform would salute before returning to the cockpit to assisst the other Pilot in the Landing Procedure, outside through the viewports could be seen a gargantuan vessel, that had certainly not been there 5 minutes ago, on the surface gaped a great mouth like entrance, and the Transport, it's qurtet of Torrken 2's and the Helicopter were descending into it, down below there was movement in the hanger bays.

The former general nodded and sat back, waiting to land on the flagship and meet the famed Admiral Kukonois.

[OOC: Kahanistan, please check your TGs; I sent you something regarding this RP.]

OOC: SOrry for the delay folks, on with the show, BTW Kahanistan do you want their to be a seperate thread for the priests that have landed in your nation?

IC: "We should arrive at the Citadel shortly, we don't want to lead Tolion's Flunkies, especially that Admiral Fityzen to the Citadel," Delevan casually states as he exits the transport into a great hangar, high above great Metallic Snakes hang in an embrace of wires and rubing, all around milliuons of Statue like Torrken's of various Models stand attended to by Maintence Crews, nearby a Group of Covenant Guard are using a large space to practise their drills, as an instructor bellows out orders as the men around him duel, thrusting with their spears firing blanks and defending with sheilds, a clash and a clang would go up occasionally.

"All Crew to Duty Stations, Departure in progress" would echo over the sipwide comm's as a great shudder went through as the ship descended beneath the waves, it's powerful engines propelling it through the murky depths at alarming speed, a great shudder went up once again threatening to knock anyone not used to it over as they continued onwards.

"Come my friend, let's get you to your new quarters, you'll want to freshen up before our arrival, it won't take long I assure you, we could have been there within a day, however Admiral Fityzen is forever on the prowl against us" Delevan would say with a scowl, he disliked the woman and her command, they had thwarted many operations but that would soon change, normality was beginning to come to back to the forces, and soon they would be ready, ready for the first act to truly begin.

(Separate thread's a good idea, BTW Kahanistan has freedom of religion, so the government won't try to stop the spread of the religion.)

The general nodded, knowing the need for secrecy. He had served for over a quarter of a century as a Kahanistan officer. He had operated in secret bases before.

He did, of course, want to freshen up, and he allowed the rebel to lead him to his new quarters.

"Here you are, if you need anything there's an intercom that you can contact someone through, if you need myself personally ask for the bridge." General Delvan had dinally been able to get himself and his counterpart through the busy corridors, Blood Guard, Covenant Guard, crewmen and technicians alike had been going down the corridors in alarming numbers, all of them saluting their fearless commander.

"We shouldn't be long in getting there," he plainly states before enquiring, "Before I return to the bridge is there anything else you require?"

"No," said General al-Ghazi. He inspected his new quarters, he needed to clean up from his journey before they arrived at their destination.

"I... have a lot on my mind right now." While he was certain he had made the right decision, possibly the only one that would keep him from being killed or spending the rest of his life in an Amestrian prison for inciting riots, and allow him to continue doing what he had done for the majority of his life, he did need to reflect on the events of the last few days.

Nodding Sagely, "I Understand, I'll let you know when in advance for when we arrive," Spinning on the spot and marching off to the bridge, to leave the general to his thoughts, he knew full well what he must be going through, defecting was not an easy thing to do, but to carry it out was another mater entirely...

The general nodded, closed his door, and prepared for what he thought was the inevitable meeting with Admiral Kukonois. He washed up, rummaged in his quarters for a new uniform, and sat down on his cot, mulling over what had led him to defect. He would have liked to read more on the Diri E I G Ignen religion, but he was sure all the books there were written in Novan. From what he had heard of the language, it would have taken him years to learn it.

Well, I have nothing else to do... If I'm to fit in, I'll have to learn Novan eventually.

"Status Report," could be heard echoing through the bridge as General Delevan swirled in, his face fixing each of the men and women on the bridge with a sharp stare, the meaning was clear, on your guard we don't know what could happen before we reach safe haven

"We are 2 days away from the Citadel, we haven't been able to detect any evidence of Admiral Fityzen or indeed any other Novan assets in the region, we suspect with their Invasion of Xharn and commitments in Torontia are sucking up their resources," a lieutenant moaned from a station, the General was there in an instant, smacking him across the face with a gloved hand.

"Fool have you learned nothing, No matter what else they are doing they have always been able to seemingly conjure up a force out of nowehere to chase after us, redouble your vigilence," Pausing to look round the bridge, "And that goes for all of you, I'll be in my ready room should anyone require me, if anything, so much as anything that looks even slightly amiss happens I want to be informed as it happens, not afterwards, and certainly not by the time we arrive." With a Swirl of cloak he storms into his ready room leaving a shocked bridge, they had all came on a long way from being under the auspices of General Drejas, but they realised they still had a fair way to go, General Delevan was a harsh taskmaster, but he had yet to ask for anything he himself was not prepared to do.

After going deep into thought about what to do now that he was in the rebel fleet, General al-Ghazi tired. He had been weary of the political wrangling that never got him a piece of the pie. He was so tired that he lay down on his cot, and would probably not wake up until they got to the Citadel.

OOC: BTW http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=465926 is the thread where the Diri E I G Ignen have begin to work their ways.

"Mr. Al-Ghazi, we'll be arriving in less than an hour," would echo over the intercom in the General's Quarters.

They had finally made it, earlier the ship had shuddered slightly, the great massive storms had seemingly intensified their infinite fury upon the murky depths further delaying the ship as it had been forced to slow, yet they had arrived, before them rose land, a massive mountain on the coast, and at the coast lay a massive city with huge docking facilities, the city was expanding outwards massive cranes perched at the edges of the city like great mechanical beasts, great leviathan vessels swarmed the docks as massive amounts of Soldiers in Blood Guard Uniofrm and Covenant Guard Battle Dress marched to and from, everywhere there were Dock Clerks wandering round with Clipboards examaning crates discussing with captains and signing off papers, Dock Workers were swiftly moving round loading and offloading, tall flagpoles were everywhere the great banner of Admiral Kukonois flapping and snapping in the air http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/admiral_kukonois.jpg

On the Bridge of the Grendal the crew looked eagerly up at the monitors displaying the city, as it was seemingly crawling up the mountain, at the top of which was perched a great monolithic tower of Crystaline Metal glinting in the sun, all around it streched a great compound reaching down the mountain as if to help it's friend the city to the cloudy heights. While the crew gazed up longigly at the Citadel where there leader had his lair the Ship Docked with a tremble, strong clamps settled around it as the hatches were opened, Tech Priests stormed aboard setting to work checking over every inch of the ship, the crew, given leave over intercom were allowed to disembark, first they had to see the Dock Office, meanwhile General Delevan had stalked down the corridor his cape billowing out behind him, his grey green hair shining in the ship lights his polished boots reflecting the light as he stopped outside a door, casually reaching out a finger and depressing a button, and calling into the speaker, "Mr. Al-Ghazi, we have arrived, are you ready to go?"

"Yes," said the converted Kahanistanian to the rebel General. "I am ready to meet the Admiral and ally with him in his quest to propagate his vision."

He allowed Delevan to lead him to... wherever they were going, probably the Admiral's office in the Citadel.

"This way then," he turns his deep veridian cape billowing out behind him, as he leads the former general off the ship, once outside he would pause for a moment his eyes adjusting to the bright sun, seagulls caw in the air, the sea rushes to the dock walls beneath and palm trees can be seen here and there as decoration, after the brief pause he continues onwards returning the salutes of indiviudals nearby. He approaches a smallish building and enters, motioning for Abdullah to follow, inside there is a wide set of stairs, on the walls are various posters, all of them depicting Kukonian forces in action, waging a grand crusade a never ending war fighting against a startling variety of foes, all of them idealised as Kukononian being good and the enemy evil.

At the bottom of the many flights of stairs would be a large transport nexus, turning right sharply upon entering the starkly lit cavern like area he leads down a corridor, well reinforced with several alcoves, evidently meant to serve as ambush points. At the end past several barricades and offices would be a set of transport trainlike vehicles, "Come, this will take us to the Citadel," Delevan his voice echoing out in the chilled air utters to the fromer general.

When both board the Car would accelerate off into a darkened tunnel, the journey would take time, much time but eventually they would reach a station, disembarking he leads the way to a tall elevator, tapping in a code into a keypad the doors hiss open, once both are inside it goes rocketing off upwards.

As the car ascends several stops can be seen, the majority of them for half the ascension seem to be collosal foundries cranking out war material in trillions of tonnage, as they ascend past halfway, several halls can be seen with men and women drilling in, others are large classrooms and teaching areas with students from as young as 5 to as old as 25 being taught a variety of lessons, near the top are several rooms styled as temples, 3 floors appear to be great libraries, eventually they enter the Citadel levels, shortly afterwards they reach the Citadel's crown, the elevator doors open on a outer chamber.

Striding out of the elevator General Delevan mutters to a guard, after a moment and all the crednetials are tripple checked the guards open the doors revealing a large strategy room, it's empty at the moment, however at the other side is a single door, walking round the room to the other side he knocks twice, an invigorating voice sounds from the other side, "Enter"

Doing so they enter a large office, a smaller version of the strategy table outside is in a corner, a desk is seen near the window and at it sits Admiral Poval Kukonois, his fair hair combed back, his young face burning with intensity and fanatacism, he was a figure oozing charisma, however looking into his eyes you could see a steadfast purpose, a great determination, the air around him was tense with imagination you could practically sense the plans and schemes he was concoting.

Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi Delevan would salute sharply at a stiff attention, his devotion blazing in his grey blue eyes.

"Welcome, Welcome," the admiral muses from behind his desk, "Please be seated, I am sure we have much to talk about, much to talk about indeed," waving with a hand to a pair of high back chairs in front of his desk.

General al-Ghazi sat down. "Yes, there is," said the crazy man. "I wish to ally with you and join my forces with yours. In this way we can spread the teachings of the Diri E I G Ignen and crush our enemies once and for all."

Only about 10,000 or so of al-Ghazi's supporters would be insane enough to ally with Kukonois, the others would probably disown him and denounce him as a traitor. But that would be enough, at least for now.

Indeed, I welcome you into the fold," he declares dramatically, rising up out of his chair and standing like a magnificent statue, "There is more, I hereby bestow upon you the rank of General once more, your flagship shall be the newly completed Super Dreadnought Harbringer, and I shall assign to your command the 17th Army Group and a fleet to go with your flagship," reaching forward with a long finger he depressess a button on his desk, the wall to the side of his desk spilts and opens up onto a monitor displaying an image of the new ship, he smiles his eyes burning with intensity,

"I also have your firest task ready, after that you are to advance our cause whenever and however possible. First however I am sure you are aware of the mess in Torontia, I am aware of your hatred for Amestria, I'm giving you a chance to express that. It serves my purposes for the nations in attendance of that conference to leave as enemies, you will see to it, under your commander will be a division of Death Crusaders," he stalks around his desk stopping in front of a bust of a man before turning back to face the newly minted general.


"Xirnium and Amestria must not normalise relations, and if you can throw a few other wrenches into the proceedings so much the better, here is a report from the operatives that were in place there, due to circumstance they were forced to leave, a minor inconvinvence we are becomming stronger but at this time we must work in secret, nurturing the seeds of our enemies destruction, we are fanning the flames of the Diri E I G Ignen's glory in several nations already, a victory for us in Torontia will cause chaos and confusion allowing us another chance to set nations against each other. We are close to a crucial victory, we cannot be denied now." he trails off, leaving the rest to the new General's imagination, inwards he grimaces, silently cursing those madmen of the Detzen circle, they had bled his forces greatly, now with only 1 of them left here he stood a chance of rebuilding up in preparation for his next offensive, but first he needed to weaken his foes, Xirnium had dared nuke one of his fleets, and so they would suffer at the hands of another nation, the more confusion the better, it deflected attention from his own forces, and with his latest plan having been somewhat successful he had succeeded in severing what had been a very string tie, soon his enemies would be isolated and staring each other down, and then he need merely flick a match into the tinderbox and they would happily destroy each other, and afterwards his forces could swoop in and pick up the pieces, victory is at hand at last.

"So, just to be sure there's no... confusion," said General al-Ghazi, "Number one: How many troops do I have? Number two: You want me to get Xirnium and Amestria to go at each other. With our guys kicked out of Torontia, how are we going to get the representatives to part as enemies?"

He looked over the list of delegates. The pervert Liscel... the renegade General Levitt... they definitely hate each other. Thinking of the Kahanistan general, he could not believe that they had worked together during the AMF invasion. She had deserted him, thinking him crazy. She's the one that's nuts. If he could kill one or the other, the one left alive would be blamed and discredited. But how to do it?

The next day the general spoke to an agent in the Kahanistan Imperial Marines stationed in Torontia who was still loyal to him. This agent did not yet know of al-Ghazi's alliance with Kukonois.

"Major, I need you to assassinate General Levitt. If apprehended, you are to say you acted under orders from Sara Liscel. A forged document purporting to be from Amestrian Military Intelligence will be provided, with Ms. Liscel's signature scanned onto it from another document."

"You will find under your command 6 Million Blood Guard, 3 Million Covenant Guard, 20 Valgen 5 Million assorted Torrken and other equipment, I shall of course increase your force size as time goes on, ah yes and I am forgetting something You will need to go the Sanctum of Zeon, there you shall be sanctified by the Diri E I G Ignen," the corners of his mouth tug upwards in a smile, he remembered well the Sanctum, while not an ancient structure it was built in reverence for Zeon Kestimal Xalxonois, a great hero of the Diri E I G Ignen and the bulwark of their forces during the ascension wars, no the journey had come full circle and he had named his rebellion in his ancestors honour, after all it had been 70 years since his grandfather had rebelled, it was time they established a civilian power base.

"As for making sure they leave as enemies, my operatives have already seen to a split between Xirnium and Novacom, we have more time to move as well, I do not know why the sprinkler system appears to have been set off, I have my suspicions that when they were ordered out their technicians must have been working on the control system, we may be opposed to them but we can trust for them to possess several qualities, spite is not amongst them. Now that the Xirnium security forces are spread thinly it gives us a chance to destabalise Torontia, giving the rest of the powers there a bloody nose, perhaps mysteriously sinking some of the McKagan forces there and implicating Yalak or Xirnium would help push things to breaking point as well, I will leave it to your judgement." Leaning back in his chair with a pronounced casuality he stares out of the window at the expanding city sprawling out at the base of the mountain.

"Tell Me General how good are you at guerilla warfare and hit and run?"

14 million troops... that's bigger than the entire Kahanistan Military. Hell, it's probably bigger than the Freekish military. "Not very good, I'm afraid. The Kahanistan military provides little experience for guerrillas."

"But I can dispatch a force of, say, 200 attack submarines to attack the McKagans," said the general. "But first, let's get me sanctified." He was eager to be officially converted and shed of his former, non-scientifically grounded, religion. "Of course, the subs could just fire off a volley of missiles, not even do a lot of damage, but they could certainly take a diplomatic dump on the treacherous Xirniumites and their evil allies."

"Doing damage to them means nothing, in fact doing as little damage as possible while provoking a war would work quite admirably, especially as it would be more forces for them to throw at each other, and more detsruction all around, As for Guerilla warfare, in time I'm sure you will become most adept at it, we are still building up slowly, soon we will be so strong that we will sweep our enemies from the face of the globe in a tide of glory," CLenching his fast his arm quivering his eyes blazing the air around him alight with fervour he rises up with a start, "Indeed now is the time, we will go at once and have you Sanctified, and then nothing shall stand before us, but remember although our cause is righteous acting in haste will not ensure it's success, patience, discipline remember them well," with a flourish he leads the way joyfully out of the office swirling past a small group, a woman with fair curly blonde hair in blood red lipstick leering out of the window, surrounded by a small group, mean at the same time a man in a General's Uniform grimaces over a report, paying them no attention he swirls out of them room.

Much time Later

The Temple, a great expanse of an airy white cavern like structure, constructed with a strange metal. it is cool to the touch, a welcome releif to the fairly hot and humid climate, inside well built and sturdy are a ring of altars, in front of them are several rows of chairs, capable of seating a thousand and more pentients, the sunken circle which the Altars surround is mounted by a single plinth, and around that Plinth stand four priests, god like in their demoanour they seemingly float as if in sway of the gods themselves they walk around the plinth, entering the temple from the front after having taken a breath taking view of the ever expanding city they cautiously tap into the great building, the very pillars themselves are carved in a strange language many tales, inside the walls are intracetly decorated with great jurals depeicting great scenes, heroic battles the very gods themselves overawing in their splendour and benevolence, in this place it seemed the gods in which it honoured on occasion dwelled.

The general made his journey into the temple, waiting for the rituals to take place that would officially convert him.

The sheer size of the temple was much larger than even the largest mosque in Kahanistan, and some of those were very large, holding at times more than eight hundred worshippers. The imams in those mosques had often used megaphones to lead the prayers. This was even larger than that.

He stood mute, awaiting the ceremony of sanctification.

OOC: Sorry about the delay

The Admiral affecting parade ground stance marches boldly down the aisles each step echoing brightly throughout the airy expanse, even the rustle of paper echoed eerily throughout the cavernous coven, behind him, the General has hopefully followed, upon arrival in the center he motions for him to stand on the Plinth.

When the General would stand on the Plinth a fifth priest would seemingly appear out of thin air, slowly it seems fading into existence, he stares at the General before holding up his wizened hands, calling out his ancient call and hoarsely haranguing in an ancient language, as if out of no-where giant monolithic crystals come out of nowhere and begin to rotate around the depression and the plinth within, the priests begin their chant as the fifth priest calls out in his aged voice,

"Penitent you have come before the gods to travel the Journey with them, are you ready?

"Penitent you have come before the gods to share all things, good and bad with them, are you ready?"

"Penitent you have come before the gods to discover yourself through others and others through yourself, are you ready?"

"Penitent you have come before the gods, are you ready?"

The Crystals as they travel round seemingly weave a song, the altars upon the floors and the carvings etched into the walls seemingly glow, the images coming alive, as seemingly before the general several great figures would appear, godlike in stance and magnificent in look they would appear as an awesome sight, as even the Admiral was shocked as he stood to the side, the Priest repeated his Final call once more.

"Penitent you have come before the gods, are you ready?"

General al-Ghazi answered positively to each question posed by the priests of Diri E I G Ignen. "I am," he repeated to each inquiry.

Inside his mind, he felt as if a million tons were removed from his body, as his soul absorbed the enormity of his conversion. Instantly, he was convinced that he had done the right thing in aligning with Kukonois, and shedding the religion which had dominated him for the previous 48 years.

Each of the priests would take a deep breath as the crystals increased their speed and began to emenate a light, a light that seemingly reached for the hearts of all gathered, suddenly everyone would see great visions, shadows of the future, the imminent journey the eternal path, laid bare before their eyes, The reason why the Diri E I G Ignen were so eager to initiate more into their order.

"Penitent, You are indeed ready, now walk forth to the plinth and place your hands upon it and feel the wonder of the journey and we shall embrace you as a brother and a son."

Poval continued to look on from his perch, entranced by his vision, he had made a habbit of attending Sanctifications, the insight into the future was a valuable asset, even moreso now when it was a potentially valuable ally such as the former general.

The Light, THe song, The Infinite, it permeated all and embraced all, it was like a best friend, a mothers embrace it was all and it ws nothing, it transcended even existence itself, it filled the priests with renewed fervour as their chanting reached a peak, The Journey would be walked with joy.

The general walked to the plinth and took hold of it firmly, feeling wave after wave of godlike energy coursing through his body. His half-crazed mind experienced ultimate clarity, something which his previous lifestyle had never allowed him. Any uncertainty that al-Ghazi had made the right decision vanished instantly from his mind. Perhaps when he became too old to fight, he would become a priest of the Diri E I G Ignen. That, though, was in the very distant future.

The General would stand there for some time entranced, finally when the crystals slowed, the light receeded and the song quietened the General would feel a hand placed on his shoulder, "I weclome you now, as a new person, I hereby officially betow upon you the title of Principality Principal, or what you would know as General."

The Priests would bow before receeding back to make haste in preparation for the evenings service, as several young Temple keepers carefully stepped out to begin polishing the many marbleled chairs and sweeping the great expanse of floor, the ceremony was at an end, and before Poval stood a new man, a new ally, and a new friend.

Al-Ghazi turned around, looked into the face of Admiral Kukonois, and smiled softly. Finally, he spoke.

"That is a great honor, Admiral." The general stood silently, watching as the cleaners prepared the temple for the next convert, waiting to be led out, or to be told where to go.

"We return to Citadel now, I have some things to apprise you of," he states faintly turning to lead out back to Citadel Proper.

After the journey back the Admiral returns to his office, and motions for his new commander to take a set in one of the plush chairs by the window as he produces a large glass bottle from an immesnly intricatly carved Caboinet, pouring a glass for himself and Al-Ghazi he slumps into his chair, "Vintage 1289 Wuwoma, from my grandfathers supply that he saved during the beginning of the Uprising," Poval said explaining the label on the bottle.

Sipping getnly he steels himself for the evil moment, he was aware of Al-Ghazi's hatred of the Corporation, yet it was better said now, "You will need to be aware of several things, it's better you hear them from me, I have been forwarding out plans for the long term, executing diversionairy measures and in general keeping our enemies from getting stronger, as such we have been aiding The Kraven Corporation," staring out of the great window and down the mountain below to stare upon the rapidly expanding city nestled at the cove below, great buildings were erected and Men and Women hard at work did their Duty, while Children eager to please worked hard in school houses.

Raising a hand to stop the inevitable irade and fixing Al-Ghazi with a serious stare, "it will be poetic justice in the end, and we have benefitted no end from it, through helping them the Velkyans have suffered Greviously, as will in time the Xirnimites and the Yallakians, and perhaps soon in the Future Automagfreek shall be made to suffer by their hand, but they shall eventually fall again, leaving us in an excellent position," He turns his head slightly to smile gently at nearby statue, depicting an ancient figure, clad in heroic arms with a fanatic gleam in his eye as he seemingly charged forth, all of it artistically captured, immortalised in a strange metal, certainly not bronze, the eyes, specially cut gems sparkled with life and the flesh, well formed glistened in the light from the Window in front of them.

Sipping at his glass allowing only a mouthful of the brew to enter his mouth he savours the taste, reminsecent of betters times, yet they could return, before asking casually, almost off handedly "Tell me have you heard of the Legendary Prophetess Viginias?"

Upon hearing that Kukonois planned to screw over the Kraven Corporation, General al-Ghazi's outrage over the revelations of aid to the demons dissipated instantly. He took a sip of the Novan beverage.

Continuing to listen, he smiled inwardly as the Admiral discussed the possibility of wreaking havoc on the vile Freekish beasts. He hated AMF for their crimes against civilization.

When Kukonois asked him about Viginias, he nodded. "Vaguely. I've read a little of the Diri E I G Ignen lore, and talked to some of the crew on the Grendal. But I know little about her... what are you going to tell me?"

A Smirk playing around Povals lips as he rises from his clad chair, "I am a great beleiver in her prophecies, they have never been wrong before, her detractors would beg to differ, but over the course of the millenia she has been vindicated, after all many have misinterpretated the events of the prophecies, when in fact they were describing an event far beyond their lifetime,l now I do wonder, Man of Desert fleeing the foolhardy," Pausing to let that last phrase hang in the air.

"what you will make of this specific prophecy, I do suspect it refers to ourselves and Zeon, and if so you are indeed destined to be a great defender of Zeon, a Voloko," Letting his words drift off to allow the general to mull over them he plucks a large bound book from his wide desk to place on the desk, a thin sheet of paper pokes almost casually out of the top of the book, which Poval pulcks out with a flourish, a cryptic scribble, more akin to music than a language, and beneath it...


The 6 keys shall gather forth, for their meeting is destined and their future is undeniable.
The Man from the Desert, fleeing the foolhardy.
The Woman of Verdant Plains, forced from her lofty Sanctum.
The Boy of the waves, taken from a dying land.
The Girl of the mountain, rescued from her doom.
The Lord of the past, reborn anew.
The Lady of the Future, journeying from a distant land.
Together these keys shall unite and at last there shall be peace.
The Great spire shall rise, glorious and magnificent, and those who would oppress it will truly know fear.
An Eternal Domination formed over the shattered circle, as a people rise from the ashes once more.

(I'm assuming this is in Arabic, English, or another language that the Kahanistanian General can read.)

"Well, we need to find the other five keys," said al-Ghazi. He had never put much faith in prophecies before, and wasn't sure how much he believed in this one, but he wasn't going to say as much to Admiral Kukonois. The man had taken him, given him protection from the deceitful Amestrians.

"Do we have a 'Woman of Verdant Plains' or any of the others already?" asked al-Ghazi.

"We don't, which is a pity," Poval shrugging non-commitedly, "However though I am making sure an eye is kept out, in time they will come to us, I have suspicions about 1 of them at least," slinking back to his chair he grasps the padded arms and taps his fingers idly.

Staring idly out of the window down to the many tiered docks where Zeonic flags hung high fluttering in the winds, Personell beavering away while Ships emerged in a slow column from the cliff face nearby, "it would appear that your new command has almost finished assembling, you will more than likely need to return your force in it's entirety in a few months," Gesturing to the new ships emerging from the cliff face below while several Mobile Suits, a stark departure from the Torrken design of old were loaded onto new ships, smiling wickedly at the fate Zeon's enemies would encounter.

"We're retrofitting and upgrading everything, the new Zaku's and Kivrallieans are terrifyingly effective replacements for Torrkens and Valgens, and by then we should have been able to do something with that SD design, perhaps combining the data on it with the data from some wrecked Novan Vrikalas SD's to create something new, Tell me though, would you prefer to set up your own home base, or share one with another Principal, for security reasons very few forces operate directly out of Citadel," he exmplains idly, carefully eyeing up Al-Ghazi, with a practised look of questioning.

"My own base would be preferable," said al-Ghazi. "The Amestrian imperialists will be looking for me, and it is only a matter of time before they learn that I am alive. If I shared a base with another commander, another Principal... that general would also be in danger. Of course, they will not learn that I am alive until I appear at the command of a fleet."

"By the way, do you have a list of the kinds of weapons that the troops under my command will be using?"

(In other words, small arms, armored vehicles, aircraft, warships, etc. An attack on a MT nation would require that a certain number of MT weapons be available to use.)

Incling his head absent mindedly Poval respondes, "of course, and a fearsome commander you will make," smirking into his drink as he takes a long ponderous draught from it.

"A list I can provide of course," casually extending a long lank arm to his desk he plucks off a small dossier containing a great deal of information, "here is a breifing of all our designs, new and old, Zeonic Company has been hard at work modernising many of them," the Dossier would have the Logo of Zeonics at the top and display a fair deal of information http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v619/DK_Viceroy/zeonic.jpg

(OOC: I will be updating this list periodically, with stats and other things, most Zeonic MT stuff is all about speed and being easy to move around, as at that time in particular they needed to be able to evacuate orecious equipment with ease, I do plan on moving this eventually to a factbook)

Juaivukas Battleship
Kurevala Cruiser
Vaikuras Destroyer
Heltarara Carrier
Hasltoran Dreadnought
Velkrizan Frigate

Ground

Vostolon Tank
Krimar Light Tank
Jiradez APC
Zestuvel Jeep
Krinduvanian Artillery Piece

Infrantry Equipment

Festal Rifle
Dumriv RPG
Vonkanz Grenades

Aircraft

Vikaras Fighter
Delkrav Bomber
Jusharla Interceptor
Feskre Transport)

Allowing Ghazi to take a cursory look over it, Poval continues, "of course I'll be dispatching with you several personell from Zeonics, to help set up manufacturing facilities at your new base of operations, spreading ourselves widely like this makes it difficult for us to be truly defeated, it will be a long road to strength, but it must be travalled and soon we will stand alone, victorious over the world, and on the brink of establishing a new world order, with true freedom and justice as it's guiding principles," his cerulean blue eyes afire with a fierce passion his fists clenched into tight fists his entire uniformed form tense and full of fervor, the air seemed to crackle with a vigourous energy as Poval spoke his words, it was beginning to become clear why this man had not only followed in his fathers footsteps as a leader, but blazed that trail with a passion and inner fire that burned brighter than the stars themselves...

General al-Ghazi read over the list slowly. "The facilities will be more than acceptable. Also, is there a mission that needs to be completed that I would be suitable for?" He was eager to show his mettle to Admiral Kukonois.

Kahanistanian military bases rarely had major manufacturing facilities, but some more recent ones had underground production complexes.

Waving a hand casually, quivering slightly Poval responds his high browed face creasing slightly in deepending concentration, "Not to my knowledge, at present we're preparing for certain schemes of mine, I understand your homeland is being threatened," trailing off slightly to fix the general with a casual stare, before levering himself up gently, his uniform falling about his tall frame, leaving not a crease, casually running a hand over his clean shaven face as he gently pads over to his wide glass and metal desk, the reflection of the sun playing across his young features, his eyes ringed in a halo of light and his hair luxurious and glowing in a yellow haze placing his left hand on his desk gently running his fingers over a crystal glass bust of a man that could at first appear to be Poval himself, but the features were set in a distinctly angry expression, rage played itself in terrible eyes and sadness lurked in the crows feet, this was Malo Kukonois, the father of the Rebellion, the hateful dead father of Poval Kukonois.

"I would not object to you aiding your former comrades, while we are aiding the corporation in a fashion, that does not mean I am above keeping the current world situation as is, a long drawn out war with no victor is far more useful to us, after all they all weaken themselves meaning our eventual victory will be infinitley easier. your actions will of course not bear upon Zeon, the Corporation knows that each Principal is given a fair amount of leighway, they cannot afford at present to discard us." an evil looks passes for a moment behind Povals ceruellean eyes as he turns back to the general his hands clasped behing his blood red uniformed back. "in essence," he continued, "I am giving you enough leighway to do what you wish, but while you are engaged their you are to activley capture technology for us, and keep an eye out for any mention of Destiny or the usual Novan rehetoric, I have reliable information they have something up their sleeves, the fact their Isolation is seemingly heightening of late is worry enough." his eyes ticked slightly as his pacing back towards his chair became somewhat strained, his irritation became palpable.

The general nodded. He felt that the Kahanistanian military was still capable of defending itself against Kraven without his help, and he hated Kraven with a passion. He had no desire to aid Kraven, and he had been told that the Zeonic leadership merely wanted to exploit them.

General al-Ghazi's brain began to think furiously behind his thick beard and beady eyes. Then, he got an idea.

"I believe that inserting spies into the forces of both sides is the best way to capture technology. If we supply both sides with each other's technology, then the war can drag on for a very long time. With the Kahanistanians, we can simply turn disgruntled officers in key positions, but with Kraven, we'll have to infiltrate spies into their forces, as Capitol Police."

"Do Whatever you must to forward our cause, do not falter and do not hesitate, for we must act now and increase our strength and power, dark times are comming and we must prepare for the onset of a great war." Poval stated evenly as he turned back round to face Al-Ghazi, "and now I release you, your flagship Keralatsz awaits you and your men stand ready, go froth Principal Al-Ghazi and show the world our steadfast determination to the ideals of Zeon," his fervour evident as a fire burned in his eyes, his voice had rose to a grand crescendo as he finished his words, the doors seemed to swing open grandly as a billowing breeze blew through the office making Povals tunic billow and blow, ever making him appear as if some mythic figure caught in a tempest.

Indeed out of the window could be seen a grand fleet having assembled, a marked difference from the subships, they bore the Zeon coat of arms proudly, their battlements and turrets leering down at all who would dare oppose their masters, soldiers completed their embarkations and final supplies were loaded, clerics could be seen wandering here and there as a few parents, their children nearby, their little fingers entwined with their mothers as they looked on to see their fathers and brothers and sons march off to do their fateful duty, this was the fleet that awaited their new commander, this was the fleet that would take the world by storm as it's commander weaved the fervour and fanatacism suppressed for near seven millenia, that ancient rebellion reborn anew now and forever to once more bring about a new world order.

"Your fleet awaits."

The general smiled, thanked the Admiral, and left at the head of his fleet. But there were things he had left to do, far away. Once they neared a desert island in the middle of nowhere, he placed the captain of his flagship in temporary command of the fleet, and went ashore with one of his aides.

(OOC: That's basically so he can do his own thing, I have other ideas for him, but Kukonois can call on him if he needs him. Also, a detailed description of everything in the fleet would be nice, in the event the Admiral does call on him.)