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The Imperial Democracy of Whyatica
The Imperial Democracy announces that as of today, 27 January 2007, has officially annexed it's occupation zone of the former nation of Clandonia Prime into the Empire. The human rights abuses of the current government will not be permitted, and we ask that all occupying governments follow a similar path. All Clandonian citizens in the Whyatican occupation zone are hereby under martial law. A strict curfew and watchkeeping operation will be in force. We echo our Questarian brothers in no longer recognising the legitimacy of the Clandonian membership in the Sovereign League.

Whyatican Occupation Zone, Clandonia Prime
As prior to today the situation in Clandonia Prime was fairly relaxed, the soldiers were allowed rest and relaxation time in the general population instead of having to remain in the base when not on active duty. All Imperial troops currently on rest and relaxation were recalled back into the main base-fortresses, getting ready to arm themselves and move out to the capital. The Clandonian government could not be given time to prepare itself and entrench, so the soldiers were not told why they were being called back in. Hundreds of M160A1 Phoenix main battle tanks were brought out of the vehicle depots, augmented by the newest tank purchases, Nakíl 1A1s and Doomani Imperator-Us.

Whyatican Military HQ, Whyatican Zone of Occupation
General Jack Bruce watched screens of his men arriving into the base as they were ordered, and he picked up his headset and began broadcasting orders under the encrypted channels.

"Gents, we're going to execute Plan Orange now. Unit commanders, stick to the original operation plans and try not to kill civilians. Helos go up and start shooting at radio towers and power lines, we'll get them FUDed quick and capture their hq while they aren't looking. Our friends up high will be supporting the advance, so move, god damnit!" he said, continuing to eyeball the screens. Tank crews began to wheel tanks out into positions to leave the bases, with their commanders and gunners hopping in to start them up and get rolling.

Army air force helicopters lifted off from the helipads, armed with various missiles for the first strike to decapitate the Clandonian leadership. F-8 Phoenix air superiority fighters were pulled into arming and fueling areas, arming them with anti-radiation missiles and ground attack missiles. The general plan was to gain immediate air and orbital superiority, using air superiority to destroy large radar towers and command-and-control infrastructure. Given the element of surprise, the Imperial troops would be able to advance into the Clandonian capital and seize the main governmental buildings before much resistance could be mounted.

Given that many Clandonian troops were deployed in Laquasa Isle, it would prove a much easier job to accomplish, given the fact that the Imperium Corporation still had a massive garrison in their sector..

Space above Clandonia Prime
IWSS Huntingdon fired it's reverse thrusters over the nation of Clandonia Prime, stopping near a cluster of Clandonian satellites, and in the distance, the Clandonian space station was narrowly visible. Disabled in the first war between the Empire and Clandonia Prime, it was brought to modern standards and reactivated about a year after the official peace treaty between the coalition and Clandonia Prime. Today, it would not be disabled, but in all likelyhood, destroyed.

Captain Lancaster, the newly minted captain of the Huntingdon, swiveled his chair around and waited for the main anti-space guns came into effective range of the space station and satellites.

"Captain, we are now within range of all known Clandonian satellites and the space station." the sensor officer said, trying to prevent himself from accidentally kicking something so he doesn't float away. As this was his first tour on a long-duty space combatant, he wasn't quite used to the effects of prolonged zero-g.

"Fire the MASER batteries at his satellites, and fire turrets A and B at the space station." Lancaster ordered, sitting up in his chair and making sure his restraints were buckled.

"Aye, sir." the tactical officer said, pressing the necessary keys and pushing the comically large 'FIRE' button. The bridge shuddered slightly as the main railguns powered up, pointing themselves at the large Clandonian space station. Four kinetic rounds fired out of the two double turrets, covering the space in between the Huntingdon and the station quickly..

MASER batteries began sweeping the area of the Clandonian satellite packet, in all probability disabling them..

Steelian Occupied Clandonia

"Order 173 has come through."

It was a simple phrase, one spoken by dozens of tongues on its way up the command chain. Dozens of Orders have come through every day, so most of those it reaches think little of it. But Order 173 is particularly special.

Ages ago, when Imperium was first founded as the world's first and largest private military corporation, its founder -- the same Goddess-Empress that still ruled it, deathless and omnipotent -- the first two hundred Orders were passed down, setting forth the doctrine of Imperium for aught to come. Those two hundred Orders had never been modified; another ten thousand or more had since been issued.

Order 173 was one of several dealing with annexed nations or territories. It was written as a command, which it was. When it arrived at Omicron 42 Leius, the newly arrived commander of Steelian forces in Clandonia, he quietly stirred and with a half-mechanical arm unrolled the piece of paper, reading it.


By Order of the Goddess-Empress:

A Stage Three war is hereby declared upon ___CLANDONIA PRIME____, hereafter referred to as "The occupied". All Steelian forces currently stationed there are to move immediately to its capital city, secure it, and terminate all government officials and military personnel, as well as all others who resist.

This Order is effective immediately.

Omicron 42 was not particularly surprised. He'd been expecting this for ages; the way Clandonia was carrying on, it was overdue for the annexation and resource-exploitation the Steelians always brought in their wake. He broadcasted to his sector of occupied Clandonia a brief message, which sounded from the loudspeakers, so that the people hearkened to it far and wide.

"Attention all citizens. New Clandonia is currently in a state of martial law. All offensive forces are to be deployed to Clanon City at once; all defensive forces are to begin patrols. Offensive forces are at a Stage III capacity."

He closed the link and opened another one to the division commanders alone. "You have free reign to kill any who resist your march, destroy any and all military equipment and plants, and target governmental and military installations indiscriminately. Your FAEs are to be reserved for cleansing cities in which the majority of the population is resistant to Steelian rule. Deploy at will."

Omicron 42's work was done. He sat back and rested. In the meantime, soldiers were roused from their bunks and began to pile into aircraft, tanks, artillery, and everything else they had. A good deal of firepower had been brought into Steelian Clandonia over the years of occupation; the population could support a total of seven million Enlisted, including troops, tank crews, fighter pilots, and sailors.

Barely an hour after the deployment has been ordered, the sole gate in the walls around New Clandonia leading into the country proper creaked open, and what emerged must have been a terrifying sight to the Clandonians watching.

Rows upon rows of tanks, of IFVs and APCs packed with troops, even more soldiers marching on foot in the centre, all emerged. Overhead were aircraft numbering in the thousands. The whole procession was headed by a line of four Warhound Mk XI tanks, four thousand tonnes apiece, with more tanks on the flanks of the mighty army, ready to crush any possible resistance.

It was an effective show of force, and that if anything could convince the Clandonians that they had made a bad choice and should just give up their nation to occupiers already.

[To be continued, after I get back from a concert and stuff. Sorry for the shortness and crappiness and stuff.]

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Statement of the Government of the Britannic Commonwealth of Eurasia

Eurasia is hesitant to applaud or to condemn the actions taken by Whyatica. It is admirable that Whyatica is taking measures to protect the innocent, to protect human rights. Yet, the manner in which Whyatica has done so is deplorable - the violation of anothers' sovereignty. Therefore, I urge that Whyatica reconsider their annexation, and I urge that Clandonia Prime cease their human rights abuses.

Signed,
Sir Phillip J. Sinclair
Sir President Phillip Sinclair

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The Imperial Democracy of Whyatica
Clandonia Prime has been under military occupation by the nations of The Silver Sky, the Allied Union of Velkya, the Imperium Corporation, and the Imperial Democracy for many years now, and it was very well known to the Clandonian government that further civil rights abuses would result in the termination of their government and the annexation of Clandonia Prime into the various empires. It is the opinion of the Emperor's Government that Clandonia cannot be trusted to rule itself, as has been shown, and the annexation will proceed.

Naashan Response
The Reformed Democratic State of Naasha wholeheartedly supports the annexation of Clandonia Prime. That nation's abuses of human rights have reached horrendous levels, within and without of its borders. Having been victim to Clandonia Prime's aggression, we sympathise with the population of occupied Laquasa Isle, and indeed all the people touched by the malignant Clandonian nation.

The Dominion Commonwealth of Carbandia hopes that this is the start of a new age for the people of Clandonia Prime, and that they finally give up their aggressive behavior, both outwards, and internal.
-Foreign minister Gennady Bondarenko

ooc: Don't have anything against C.P. ooc'ly..Just my goverment considers his something of a loose cannon, ic'ly..*felt he should point as much out*

Having reviewed the occupation of Clandonia Prime (not really), the Imperial Democratic Republic of Vantanas supports the actions of Whyatica. Also, the Prime Minister had this to say:

"It is a sad reality that all of the dark nations in the world have to be attacked, occupied, rebuilt, and possibly annexed." -Prime Minister Bellcrest

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The Principality of Ezaltia wholeheartedly supports this action against Clandonia Prime, and offers any military aid needed to complete the annexation.

The United States of edward City government approves Whyatica's actions and applaud's them. President Mainzer has said: "I would like to applaud Whyatica's actions. I find them a little excesive but they are the price of the liberty. I would like to offer miltary support to the occupation forces, If you need something, only call us."

The Caliph finished wiping his face to prepare for prayer. His senior advisor, Muhammad ibn Al-Khattab, stood at the door.

"Sir, Clandonia Prime has been invaded by Whyactia"

The Caliph responded with surprising ease, shock nowhere present in his voice or behavior.

"Well, what do you expect we'll do?"

"Nuke the Whyactians?"

"Heck no! We shall congratulate the Whyactians! Clandonia was once our allies, but we can never be sure now. Who knows? They may be angry that we've been silent on the recent International Incidents".

The Caliph sent Al-Khattab to type up his "Letter of Approval" to the Whyactians.

(secret I.C.)
OFFICIAL PROCLAMATION FROM THE CALIPHATE OF ICOVIR
We'd like to keep this letter short and sweet: congratulations on your liberation of Clandonia Prime. Should you need any help, just ask.

Official Clandonian Response

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It sadly is time for the last communication from my government, at aproximatley 0100 hours I ordered all Clandonian armed forces to stand down. As for our forces overseas, they are ordered to return to home to be with their families. I hereby surrender myself and the cabinet to the Whyatican armed forces. I hereby proclaim that as such, the Clandonian state no longer exists, many will flee away to the other nations of the world.

That is all, Goodnight.


President Sir. Victor Hughes

President and Commander in Chief of The Heavily Armed Empire

The President then left the room, as the guards saluted him for the final time he proceeded to the waiting helicopter to fly back to the capital to surrender to Whyatican forces, feeling that they would be less brutal than those of the Steelian's.

Across Clandonia, people were scared not knowing what would happen next with huge powerful military that had once protected now laying down its arms as the anarchy enveloped. In a far out corner of the Empire in the small island chain someone sat in a villa, living his life as an ordinary citizen since his birth. He was just an ordinary 37 year old man, unknown to many he was one of the last surviving members of the Clandonian Royal Family. Watching the anarchy in his former nation of many generations gone by. Looking at the papers, he thought of the new plans if he could lead the Clandonian people to a new homeland. A safe homeland, of the Haven. Turning around to a laptop computer he typed up the letter and clicked send dispatching it to the few loyalist movements still surviving the purges of the previous socialist regimes. Simple, get out of the country bring as many as you can ending with 'God save the King!'

As millions and millions prepared to flee, packing their belongings up as the biggest migration in the history of Clandonia unfolded in search of the homeland with the restoration of the Clandonian monarchy. It was the new age, some had already begun calling it the fifth age of Clandonia Prime as the news networks shut down. The fleets that patrolled the world along with much of the military broke off and followed the news of the King, Lord Sea Admiral Miklanov who was head of the navy ordered the five fleets off the coast of Laquasa to turn back and collect their troops. Cheers and 'Huzzahs!' as celebrations that the war was over for them. Across the military the leadership was gone as rumours flew around of what was happening as some sort of attempts were made to stop looting of the highly valuable military hardware that was now affectively free for the taking.

A new life, a new land as King William VII took reign over the Clandonian people as the first monarch for over two hundred years. Saluted by the Clandonian Imperial Airways plane that stood waiting in the sun of the Clandonian Cook Islands, the crew saluted their new leader as the King. A lot of work lay ahead, it was not easy task moving the 800 million people that's if they wanted to leave. Some would move to other nations, Cravan a good bet as the ferry's filled to the brim on the short channel crossing. Airports packed to bursting as others fled to allied nations where they knew refuge was possible on the vast sums of money that Clandonia was built on, still the end of an era as the cities burned as foreign militarys swarmed the capital.

Empress Neherenia soon Sent a Messenge to the Whyaticans

we congatuate you on a good Conquest of The vile scum known as Clandonia Prime and will Send you our Fineist Spanish Wine for your Leaders to toast the end of Clandonia.

The Caliphate of Icovir is currently accepting
Clandonian refugees. We are a nation that is peaceful,
can defend itself, and has a strong economy. We truly
feel that Clandonians will enjoy their stay in Icovir, as
it'll be our final thank you to our former allies.

Vizier Muhammad ibn Al-Khattab

"Are you done with that letter, Muhammad?" asked the Caliph.

"Yes, sir. I am" replied the Vizier.

"Good. You know what the plan is?"

"Should this work, yes sir"

"Insha'Allah, it'll work. This'll be a great step forward for the Icovirian Caliphate"

"So let me get this straight. You plan to invite the Clandonians into this country, force them to join the military OR pay a large tax, and invade Clandonia pretending that you're trying to help them gain their land back?" asked the Vizier for clarfication.

"You got it"

"Afterwards, you plan to "protect" Clandonia, and, after a few weeks, invade AGAIN and annex it into the Caliphate?"

"Yes"

"Genius plan sir"

Caliph Zulfiqar Abdullah was too afraid to prepare troops, as it may alert the Whyaticians. He decided to give the military notices, but for all soldiers to just train instead of prepare for battle.

This way, he'll not only annex Clandonia into the Caliphate, but he'll also get his revenge on the Clandonians for their whole nuclear "accident" that left a large part of Western Icovir uninhabitable.

Statement of the Imperial Senate

May it be forever known that Whyatica, and your glorious allies, you are our liberator! No more shall little girls fall prey to raping soldiers, no more shall die due to being outside during curfew at 4:00 P.M.! We are forever in debt.

The lands once known as Clandonia Prime

With the dissolution and surrender of the old government, the Steelians had basically been given free rein.

Of course, they would obey their orders. No raping, looting, or pillaging. They simply marched into Clanon City and then began to deploy portions of the military to other locations in their quarter of Clandonia, to fence in as many of the inhabitants as they could. Additional resources were always helpful. Their initial orders were to seize the population that had yet to flee and have them transported back to the sector already under Steelian control, whence no-one would be escaping anyway.

Abruptly, new orders arrived ordering the Steelians to stand down. The Clandonians en route to Steelian Territory—picked up in the middle of whatever they were doing—were abruptly dropped from their transport trucks and cars, and notified that they were free and had better run for shore before the Steelian Government changed its mind. Needless to say, there was not a single Clandonian anywhere near the Steelian transport lines within a few minutes. The Clandonians already in Steelian territory had no idea the government had even surrendered, mainly due to the lack of non-Steelian-controlled media to report on matters.

It was thus with a slightly depleted population that the Clandonians would arrive in Haven.

Meanwhile, the Steelians were already preparing to build a new colony-state. Already shiploads of inhabitants were setting out from the mainland for New Clandonia, retransferred and probably easing the housing conditions in Steelia. They were accompanied by an adequate military escort, of course.

By the time the last Clandonians were leaving, with the exception of those in the Steelian zone, new Steelians were arriving to take their place. There were resources to exploit, ports and harbours to occupy. New Clandonia was about to change a fair bit. It had become part of the Steelian Empire.

The old Clandonians were soon redistributed across Steelian territory. Families were broken up, transported across to work in different locations; the construction personnel set about setting up factories and the like; within perhaps a month it would be normal life in a Steelian colony, completely controlled, everyone working twelve hours a day with no free time to even think; armed soldiers patrolling the streets and the like.

The War Machine was on the march.

Over the Clandonian Haven-bound refugee fleets.

The great eyes in the sky were watching. Satellites were moving in over the Clandonian fleet; spy satellites, missile satellites, weapons satellites of all types. The order only had to be given and the fleet would turn to wreckage. But the Steelian satellites did nothing, quite yet. They simply watched, and waited.

Steelian High Command knew what it knew. The satellites knew only what they were told to know. What they were built to know.

And they would know if they were asked to kill. Death was, after all, what they did best.

But for now, they would not attempt to engineer it.

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The Imperial Democracy of Whyatica
The Emperor's Government today announced that the borders of Clandonia Prime, both land and sea, would be officially closed today, as well as the cessation of all non-military air travel. This is to prevent certain undesirables from entering the general Clandonian population, and to allow a more efficient occupation to take place. The government also announced the deployment of the 1st Occupation Army to Clandonia, in order to facilitate the transfer to martial law. Also, if the Clandonian populace remains peaceful, they may be able to become Imperial citizens with the right to vote in general elections.

Open Transmission

While the Glorious Republic has an overall negative view of Clandonia Prime and its actions, and we shall now admit it, funded wars against Clandonia Prime, we are in no way blaming the people.

People are victims of their leaders, victims of a malignant culture, and victims of a flawed society.

Today we announce that we will forgive any Clandonia Citizen who wishes to enter the Glorious Republic of Leafanistan, and make a new life here. We are opening refugee camps in the Autonomous Colonial Republic of Leafanistani Saharistan, and will take anyone with any form of identification with refugee status.

However, this does not mean amnesty from crimes, if any of the occupational authority has evidence against men accused of crimes, we will stop at nothing to get justice for those harmed by the sick Clandonian culture.

In that vein, we are opening 'disorientation centers' and 'reeducation facilities' to ensure that those who still are hurt by the deranged and perverted Clandonian society will become functioning members of our society.

We are contracting airlines and using troop transport ships to begin ferrying people to Saharistan and will be moving our 3rd Reserve Fleet over to escort these flights and ships. We ask for no interference from the major powers in our humanitarian efforts.

Please, let us take those poor huddled masses off your hands.

Sincerely,
Triumvirate Council Member and Air and Space Field Marshall
Samantha Arcturus

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She pressed send, and turned to the rest of the Council, their faces staring back at her, Admiral O'Toole, and her sister Amanda as she chatted up one of the female guards. Samantha sighed and made an obnoxiously coughing gesture. Her sister's face turned sour and the guard walked away quickly carrying her rifle.

She leaned back into the leather chair, feeling the sweat on her back sticking to it. Admiral O'Toole had that hard stare in her, the kind that made you talk.

"Alright what?"

Silence filled the room and the Admiral's stare didn't stop.

"You know our citizenry are fleeing Saharistan as fast as they can. The Oil Fields are drying up, and the inland areas are depopulating as only the Al-Farhid is wet. The place needs fresh blood, you can still make money on the coastline."

The Admiral put her hands together and leaned forward on the table, still saying nothing and now squinted her eyes.

"The tax revenue from them will offset the difference, and the mandatory military service will help too. Less of our brothers and sisters into the fray eh?"

The Admiral leaned backward, her hands coming to rest on the armrests of her chair and she leaned back fully into it. She now turned to face Samantha directly and kept staring.

"And the reeducation centers will ensure in about 2 generations they'll be pretty damn loyal citizens. We'll be humanitarians and be richer and more popular than ever. That is 3 birds with one stone."

The Admiral smirked and got up, her back peeling off the chair, as she slipped her undergarments back on along with a small unisex gown and left the room.

Amanda turned toward Samantha, facing her from across the long table.

"How does she do that? Just stares at us and makes us talk."

Amanda sighs and says,

"Maybe we see Mom in her, and we just confess everything."

They both sighed and called for more water. The obnoxiously hot room 3 kilometers down in Weilanshi Mountain Command Bunker dried them out quickly and forced them to 'dress lightly' inside as air conditioning still wasn't online to 'non-vital levels'.

"Hopefully we can get some reasonable people who will allow us to evacuate those who want to leave. I expect at least 200,000 people will be enough to offset the money we spent."

USEC Government Official Communique

The United States of Edward City offer the Clandonian people to move to Edward City, If they accept, they will receive the Edwardian Citizenship and all the privileges that this title contains(bus discounts,free educations,...).

The President of the USEC,
Albert Mainzer

With over 400 million Clandonian nationals or those of dual citizenry spread across the globe and over four million military personal out across the Empire it would be a difficult task communicating. Some did not even know of what had occurred in the early hours of Sunday morning. As some woke up, local governors and commanders watched as no new orders were received from the capital. Free reign, they did not even exist as a nation with passports from a nation that no longer there, a some what frightening experience.

Now with travel restrictions imposed only 220 million had fled after, many more had been stopped in the process. For those that had escaped the imperialistic warmongers who had once been seen as liberators of the authoritarian government of Lancer, now they were seen as the enemy as people fled the boarders. Many had been urged to give up the weapons that the possesed, tossing them into the containers at check points, millions of assault rifles and billions of rounds of ammo, rocket launchers, grenade launchers, high calibre sniper rifles given up to prevent a resistance. What was left of the military's secret programmes were destroyed in a burst of small yeild nuclear explosions of the research at Microvik and sadly the remains of the UFO. Skynet was purposely shut down fearing strikes against the invaders in Clandonia causing massive civilian deaths if it launched. The King was preparing to meet the media, the Clandonian News Network had fled with its vast crowd of reporters early on their vast wings of air transport of Learjet's and Bizplanes.

With the news now spreading across the world of Clandonia Prime's dissolution, a cheery mood had descended upon Naasha. The greatest threat to the nation's sovereignty had been removed, it didn't matter that it was by a group of nations that no-one had even heard of, it was gone.

The Clandonian fleets that had menaced the Mediterranean and Nova Europa over and over again would no longer trouble Naashan shores. For the first time since the country's foundation, Naashan Seawolf Class SSN's were able to extend their patrols out into the Mediterranean and Atlantic without fear of reprisal.

Once the news had been officially confirmed, the armed forces DEFCON level was lowered all the way down to it's minimum of 5, the existence of the country no longer in dispute.

Open letter to the Occupiers of Clandonia Prime

Our government has been following the actions of several fellow Sovereign League members in Clandonia Prime. We have stood by approvingly whilst they engaged in a war to prevent human rights abuses by an oppressive and dictatorial government. We must now, however, register an official protest at the annexation of Clandonian territories. We truly believed, as did the rest of the international community, that military action was taken to prevent abuse of the population and restore democracy to the citizens of Clandonia Prime. We now see an imperialist, expansionist agenda in action. We whole heartedly condemn these actions and request the support of other League members in this matter.

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The Imperial Democracy of Whyatica
The previously elected Clandonian government engaged in human rights abuses - democracy failed in the former nation of Clandonia Prime. The people elected a leader nearly as insane as their previous one, and their government was warned several times by Coalition authorities to cease the abuse of human rights in the nations of Eurasia and Laquasa Island. They knew the penalty if they continued to abuse basic human rights, and their government paid the consequences. In the Whyatican controlled sector, again, the people will eventually be able to gain Imperial citizenship and be able to vote in general elections and run for office. Again, we wish to reiterate that all non-military air traffic is closed. Any violators of the no-fly-zone will be shot down by Whyatican or Imperium Corporation warplanes. All land borders are closed to traffic, and all ports will be temporarily shut down to non-essential traffic.

Steelian New Clandonia

With the Whyatican blockade emplaced, it was pretty obvious that most of the refugees wouldn't be going anywhere fast, and their presence could be useful. Therefore, as the first Steelian transports came in, Imperial troops began to board and commandeer the refugee ships that had been unfortunate enough to leave before the blockade was announced; they were swiftly returned to ports and herded into trucks, transported to temporary housing or re-education centres if they were especially unco-operative.

Clandonia's hope of forming a new state in a new age didn't seem exactly practical at the moment. The citizens still in Clandonia's Steelian zone were being put to work building the strip-mining and military facilities, informed that they would have to build them well because they'd be working there.

Obviously, not everyone was too happy about this. But protests and resistance were completely unheard of; everyone was so busy working that at the end of the day they were simply too tired to even think of rebellion, grateful for just a few hours of rest before the shrieking klaxons woke them up again at five for a renewed onslaught of work. And the few who did, for some strange and foolish reason, manage to protest tended to vanish in the middle of the night and all evidence of their existence was destroyed. Those who asked about them suffered the same fate.

It may have been something of a stretch for the average Clandonian. They had been living in a democracy, with capitalism and free time; now they were plunged into a working class and tightly controlled by an oppressive government that seemed irreparably melded with a megacorporation. They would soon be used to it as though they had been living that way for their entire lives, however; with no media, almost no personal possessions allowed, and the like, there was no way videos of dissenters being shot or skinned alive and then roasted over a slow fire could disseminate throughout the rest of the world. Just a few days into Steelian occupation every computer, every cell phone, every TV and MP3 player, every electronic device apart from refridgerators, microwaves, and the like was confiscated and either destroyed, sold for scrap, or taken to a command centre where only Steelian Os operated. Those who tried to resist were liquidated; CELLDAR scans quickly revealed where more electronic devices were hidden and allowed the Steelians to destroy those too. Shortly thereafter every citizen was implanted with a GPS tracking chip in a series of operations, and put to work to feed the Steelian war machine.

Since media had been expelled, no-one outside of New Clandonia actually knew this was going on, with the possible exception of the Whyaticans, who turned a blind eye. APOC had done what it needed to do, and what it did best: it was preserving civilisation, by adapting it to itself.

Official Diplomatic Statement of the Socialist Sultanate Duchydom of Franberry

We are glad to hear that Clandonia Prime has been brought under more capable goverments. We applaud our brothers in the SL, who have put a stop to the imperialistic, agressive and generally destructive way of Clandonia Prime, which menaced many peaceful nations which whised nothing more than co-operation between countries. The conquest of Clandonia Prime shall be the toast of Franciscopolis, and we wish you godspeed in turning the backwards wasteland of Clandonia Prime into a country befitting of greatness.

Official Clandonian Response

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This is the first official Royal communication from His Majesty King William VII on regards to the current situation.

"The current situation in the former nation of Clandonia Prime is most upsetting. As the last surviving member of the Clandonian Royal family I have heard and watched from afar of life in Clandonia. With regards to the politics of the last few years with General Lander and Sir. Victor Hughes, both were extreme in regards to foreign policy and the military. When I heard of the events in British Londinium I feared the worst, a new government formed by the elements of the coalition. After hearing of the mass killings and then the recent events in Laquasa Isle I attempted to communicate with the government but it was too late. Annexation occurred by the occupying powers, I then ceased on this and called for unity under the reinstallment of the Clandonian monarchy."

"My people, today we will form a new nation in the new lands of the Haven to join the other monarchy's. I ask that of the Whyatican government for conference to be called for discussion of a plebiscite for the Clandonian people to either remain as part of the new occupiers or to move to the new lands. As regards to those of people of the Steel and Fire Corporation, please respect the workers rights. Clandonian's have always been a warrior race, you will find our people as excellent soldiers."

"So I ask for a conference to be called to a location preferable to the coalition nations to meet as heads of state as soon as possible. To my people, as your new King and to those that have fled, we shall begin a new chapter our nations great history. I have ordered our military to stand down in Clandonia and for those outside the country to be under command of myself."


His Majesty King William VII

Imperial Clandón
The Imperial Whyatican occupation was not quite as brutal as the Steelian one, although it is certain that the Clandonians didn't appreciate it. Massive re-education and relocation camps were set up in areas far from major cities, and the process of moving every Clandonian out from the cities and suburbs into the camps began. The process would begin with emptying the major cities, and packing people into camps where they would be re-educated into proper Imperial citizens, loving the Whyatican Empire with all their hearts. During this process, the suburbs would be levelled and replaced with massive, tightly packed urban apartment complexes. No two people in the new apartment buildings would have come from the same area, and these new buildings would have constant surveillance going on inside them, and military police brigades had been ordered to keep a tight watch on the Clandonian populace by inserting spies among the general population.

Once that was all done and over, the Imperial Democracy would consider allowing the Clandonians to vote in a plebiscite. Imperial Clandón had many rare resources, and a good stock population for raising soldiers. Whyatica had to mold these people first, eliminate all strains of dissent. This was a new occupation policy, one styled after Doomingslandi and Imperium Corporation techniques. Most other colonies of the Empire lived freely, enjoying their freedoms, but the Clandonians took a special touch...

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The Imperial Democracy of Whyatica
The Imperial Democracy shall send a representative to a conference regarding the future of Imperial Clandón. We would also request that the conference be held on Venture Island, an island just off the coast of the homeland of the Empire.

Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Kahanistanian Foreign Minister, Dr. Margaret Delray, was seated at her desk, speaking with a bald, robust, elderly Jewish man in military dress uniform.

"Dr. Delray. I have certain... misgivings about the Whyatican operations in Clandonia Prime. Our satellites have detected massive destruction of civilian infrastructure, people moving in large numbers... this doesn't look like an ordinary occupation. I think something is going on, something they don't want getting out. I think it is of much larger scale than the Amestrian war crimes in Torontia."

Delray frowned at the old general. "General Bin Jawala... we are under attack by Kraven forces. We cannot get troops there even if your suspicions are correct, and we can't spare the troops even if we could somehow get them through the Kraven fleet."

"What about covert insertion of operatives? We can fly them in with a news plane, put some legitimate media in with them, and maybe get some real information out of there," suggested the five-star general.

"I may not be much of a tactician," said the Foreign Minister. "But I know that taking a civilian plane through a no-fly zone is a bad idea. Even if you don't get shot down, then your people will be arrested, along with any civilians on the flight."

"If they want to start an international incident with the Soviet Republic."

"General, I will not risk civilian lives for this operation. If you want to use a plane with news markings, I'm sure I can arrange something with Kahanistan National News or People's Choice. But I have a duty to defend the interests of Kahanistanian citizens in foreign affairs. We can't risk people's lives here."

"Very well..." said General Bin Jawala. "Colonel Donovan."

An average-framed man in his early 30's entered the room, dressed in gray Republic Guard urban combat fatigues. He saluted the General and nodded to Delray. "Lt. Colonel Thomas Donovan. I was the leader of the incursion into Kargrazia some months ago."

"As you can see, Dr. Delray," said the general, "Lt. Colonel Donovan is an excellent special forces operative. He will pilot the plane into Whyatican-held Clandonia, posing as a media representative."

"Through a no-fly zone, and be caught, and deported back here, if he's lucky," said Delray crossly.

"Minister," said Donovan. "I have no intention of being caught." He reached into his combat boot and withdrew a rod-like object. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9932563&postcount=5)

"What's that?" asked the Minister.

"This is a PRA-120 boxgun," said the Colonel. "I carry several nitrogen tanks in my boot for firing it. It is made of industrial ceramic and will pass through most metal detectors," replied the Kahanistanian officer. "If need be, I can carry this internally without setting off metal detectors or arousing any suspicion." It's a tad gross, I guess... but thank God that they let gays in the military here.

"That's a mental image I could do without, Colonel Donovan," said Delray. "But you don't plan to go alone, do you?"

"Of course not," Donovan said casually. "Unfortunately, I lost a member of my usual team in Kargrazia, and the three other survivors are assigned to covert operations elsewhere. But, I've already assembled a new team."

Four Kahanistanian soldiers entered the room. There were two other men and two women. "Major Boris Ulianov, Imperial Marines," a stocky man with dirty blond hair extended his hand, "Major Andrea Rhodes, Imperial Marines," a dark-haired, full-chested woman of about 30 smiled and nodded, "Captain Ehud Lipshitz," a tall, unmistakably Jewish man with dark hair and eyes simply made eye contact with the Foreign Minister, "and Second Lieutenant Elisa Sanchez, Cyber-Intelligence." A short, chunky Hispanic woman extended her hand and smiled. Donovan nodded as he introduced each officer.

General Ibrahim bin Jawala smiled back. He's got quite a crew... some of our best special forces and intelligence personnel. I just hope they get back alive.

The Kahanistanian news media made frequent use of military-grade insertion aircraft such as the MC-130W. This was because they often operated inside the borders of nations that did NOT want news media in general, let alone media from democratic cesspits of heretical thought like Kahanistan, poking around. As such, People's Choice eagerly allowed the Kahanistanian soldiers the use of a MC-130W (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MC-130#MC-130W_.28name_to_be_determined.29) with their markings on it.

The aircraft, now fully fueled, loaded with extra countermeasures such as flares, chaff, and general anti-SAM defences, laden with extra fuel tanks, and properly crewed, made preparations to take off for Whyatican-occupied Clandonia.

Official Clandonian Response

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His Majesty will attend the conference on Venture Island, we hope other leaders from the Sovereign League monarchy governments will attend. In the mean time we ask that the borders be opened to allow people to flee under refugee status.


King William VII

As a member of the Sovereign League and following our concerns over this matter, the Colony of Ollieland would like to send a diplomatic representative to this conference if allowed to do so.

OOC:I'm going to speed things along a bit and put your transport just outside the territorial waters of Clandonia, Kahanistan.


IWNS Callard
The Callard was a general-purpose destroyer produced by Heatlie Brothers Shipyards some years ago - Amazingly enough, for a destroyer, it had survived most of it's battles basically unscathed. The Captain, David Spectre had been offered promotion to bigger and better ships, but for some reason he continued to stay on what many people considered a deathtrap. Destroyers were the first to go in fleet battles, naturally. Now, it was assigned to the 9th Expeditionary Fleet, currently engaged in a total naval blockade of Imperial Clandón. Rather boring duties now, but the beginning was a little more exciting as the Callard was part of a destroyer task force that turned back several million Clandonian refugees. There were no shots fired - the Clandonians seemed to value life enough to not try to run the blockade.

Bridge
"Captain. AWACS birds reporting a cargo plane moving in, their transponder is reporting from Democratic Socialist Republic of Kahanistan." the sensor officer said.

"Open a channel to the Kahanistani plane and arm all anti-air batteries." Spectre said, standing up and looking out the bridge window.

"Opened."

"Kahanistani cargo plane - turn back immediately. You are entering a no-fly zone. If you continue on this path, you will be destroyed." Spectre said.

What the hell do the Kahanistanis want here? Spectre thought, and he ordered the tactical officer, "Target the plane with all batteries, fire on my command. Prepare the lifeboats to see if anyone survives. Prisoners would be nice.."

Venture Island, Imperial Democracy of Whyatica
A private convention centre had been reserved by the Imperial government for this, and seeing as there would be several heads of state there, the security was intensified by a massive amount. Army air force helicopters hovered above the convention centre, providing the vision of super-tight security, and the government kicked all other conferences out of the convention centre to prevent rabble from being in the same conference centre as several distinguished heads of state.

The Emperor Paulus Whyatica I would be flying in from his mansion in Miana, representing the Imperial Democracy in this matter. The airport had been secured as well, waiting for the representatives from New Clandonia, Ollieland, and any other representatives..

We'll attend the conference too, and assume I made a whole long detailed post about my cyborg/general/ambassador getting into an airplane and landing on the island and shit, if my battery weren't about to die.

Eh, you know.

/ooc

OOC: Thats very suprising, I wasn't expecting you to come.

Bridge
"Captain. AWACS birds reporting a cargo plane moving in, their transponder is reporting from Democratic Socialist Republic of Kahanistan." the sensor officer said.

"Open a channel to the Kahanistani plane and arm all anti-air batteries." Spectre said, standing up and looking out the bridge window.

"Opened."

"Kahanistani cargo plane - turn back immediately. You are entering a no-fly zone. If you continue on this path, you will be destroyed." Spectre said.

Colonel Donovan smiled grimly from aboard the news plane, an actual plane borrowed from People's Choice, one of Kahanistan's leading news outlets, which enjoyed a stellar reputation in Kahanistan for penetrating into places it wasn't wanted in the name of a free press.

"Ready the chaff and flares. I'll try to talk some sense into the Whyaticans. Perhaps we can avoid a confrontation." Donovan kept on his course and replied to the Whyaticans.

"This is Thomas Donovan, the captain of this craft. We are a civilian aircraft, completely unarmed. We will land in Clandonian territory."

The Kahanistanian Colonel did not wish to escalate the situation, but he wasn't going to be bullied by these Whyaticans, and the Kahanistanian government did not recognise a no-fly zone over Clandonia. He would have mentioned that firing on a civilian aircraft would likely be treated as an act of war, but he had no desire to fuel the already hostile situation.

IWNS Callard
"Repeat, you will turn around or be destroyed, Kahanistani plane. There is a no-fly zone in force over Clandón. This is your last warning. Turn back or be destroyed." Spectre said over the transmitter, and motioned for the batteries to be armed and ready.

He cut the transmission, and said to the tactical officer, "Fire a warning shot of the dual-purpose battery just ahead of them. Warn the mother bird, get us some air cover. I really doubt they're unarmed."

The tactical officer 'aye'd, and targetted just ahead of the cargo plane's path with the 5" DP gun, and fired a single burst just ahead of them. It would certainly miss, but the effect would be the same on the Kahanistanis.

Republican Clandon

There was change, oh yes their was change, plenty, however, the way it went about was much removed from the Steelians and Whyaticans. There was no deconstruction of civilian infastructure, wether peacefully or otherwise, their were no re-education facilities, or camps(publically and in the open air that is). However, the amount of military bases had swelled to 1,423,500 combat troops, a 200% increase, a literal surge, as well as the arrival of the 2nd Naval Armada, the SRNS 'Cthulhu' a 'Kraken'-Class Siege Dreadnought and it's 545 Combat Escorts.

The occupation continued as it had been, only government facilities were shut down, their occupants either being let go into society or detained, depending on their 'Risk Level', wether it was them being a risk, or them having too many political opponents. Also house to house searches were conducted, especially in smaller towns near military bases and highly dense urban areas.

Travel between Steelian/Velkya/Whyatican Clandon was strictly regulated at checkpoints, Clanon City was the only exception, the city was entirely located within Republican Clandon, and the numerous ways to get into Steelian, Whyatican and Velkyan zones of the city were too much. Because of this, only the exits to the city were checkpointed, and a barrier had been errected around the city, with 189,800 troops guarding the walls.

Also, as a result the different sectors it had become difficult for military troops to move about and pursue trouble makers. Skyian Commanders were getting pissed off at their limited room to manuver. As a result message was sent to the occuping governments asking them to give up their claims in Clandon City, and let the Skyians take 'Military and Political Control' of the city, however, the message explicitly said that any 'essential military infastructure' and troops could remain in the city, but would need Skyian permission to conduct patrols, a message to the local CO would suffice.

Throughout Republican Clandon, Clandonian 'Propoganda' posters were taken down, government facilites and military bases were taken, and military equippment was taken into custody, but not taken apart. But for the Average Joe, not much changed, they were allowed to go about their business, and many people even found a nice wage increase, as Skyian Labor Laws went into effect, except for those that work for companies that required Clandonian Goods, those were either gobbled up by We Buy It Inc. or went out of business, and were then gobbled up for cheap. Unemployment would increase by 1%, but then fall to less then .5% as Skyian Mandatory Labor Laws went into effect, giving citizens not disabled or injured, retired or too old 6 Months to find a job, or be drafted into some type of Trade or Government Position.

But for now, nothing was different. Nothing changed. Except for everything.

Outside Imperial Clandon

The Kahanistani Transport had not been overlooked, even amoung the operations to keep Republican Clandonites from fleeing across the gulf to another country, although their really weren't any, except for those that would get a speedy trial and be shot if they were captured, but they didn't count.

However, the main muscle of the 2nd Republican Naval Armada, the carriers and Siege/Assault Dreadnoughts were off shore. Their planes patroling as far away as the shores off of Northern Imperial Clandon.

This was one such patrol. 50km out from the Kahanistani Plane. Ares One (Jack 'Ripper' Spears'), Ares Two through Four, and AWACs Whirly-Bird.

"'Ripper' to AWACs Whirly-Bird, you seeing what I'm seeing, some Surrender-Jocky Kahanis, have decided to attempt to Breach the Whyatican Zone." Came the radio message from a F-8B 'Super Phoenix' Naval Interceptor/Air Superiority Fighter. It's tail emblazened with a gold 'Playboy Bunny' on the backround of the Skyian Seal instead of the usual eagle, and the usual slogan replaced with 'Deadly and Sexy'.

"Roger that 'Ripper', scan confirms the craft is of Kahanis Origin, seems that Whyatican Destroyer, the..." Their was a breif pause as the operator scanned for the name of the destroyer. "...Callard, not sure on the exact designation, I'm only working on the list of Whyatican Deployments."

"Ok, route me through the high powered radio reciever, all channels. I'm gonna send an 'Official Message, I'm a Captain in the Navy, so I might have seniority, and I have 'Presidential Permission', Ares Squadron, follow my lead and arm all weapons, get the Kahanis under LIDAR lock, stay on passive radar."

"Roger that 'Ripper', patching you through now....... Patched." Came the reply.

"Attention Whyatican Destroyer, this is Ares Squadron, and Republican Naval Captain Jack 'Ripper' Spears from the SRNS 'Poseidon' Assault Dreadnought of the 2nd Naval Armada. Under Supreme Orders 1201 from President Kara Maddox we order you to stand down, and release radar lock. Although we acknowledge your military and government's closure of Imperial Clandon's borders to foreign entities we cannot allow you to shoot down this civilian aircraft. We shall take over from here and escort the Kahanistani Craft to our fleet." Said 'Ripper' all official sounding, and without missing a beat or allowing the Whyaticans to reply, he fired off a message to the Kahanistani MC-130W.


"Attention Kahanistani Surrender Jockies in the shoddy MC-130W, you are in the wrong area of the world, the Kravenites are elsewhere. But that aside. You are not to continue on your course, and you are definately not to breach Whyatican Sovereign Territory, as they will show no mercy towards a obvious military attempt at passing as civilians. We have already hacked into your airplanes computer and uploaded a flight plan to our fleet for you to follow. Should you decide to follow our sane, and safe course of action you will be given food, water, rum, wine, and access to Skyian Clandon, with military escort of course. HOWEVER, should you respond with your idiotic defeatist rhetoric and retreat to your 'moral' high ground you will not be shown the same kindness as we forcibly hammer in to your computer system and route you to a army base. But if you ignore us completey and breach the Whyatican Border may god help you."

By the time the message was finished the four F-8B 'Super Phoenix' Fighters were flying around the butt of the MC-130W.

Venture Island, Imperial Democracy of Whyatica

A package marked 'Fragile, Security/Time Sensitive' was delievered to Emperor Paulus Whyatica I. It was post marked personall from President Kara Maddox. It contained a note
Apologies Emperor Paulus. But due to previous engagements I will be unable to make the trip to this conference on the former nation of 'Clandonia Prime' The laptop in this package contains Skyian Deployments, orders and a direct message link to myself, I will be intransit during the duration of the meeting so I should be able to respond to any questions and forward my comments to you. I will be able to hear the meeting from a microphone, and respond via the messaging program detailed below.

Sincerely yours,
Kara Spears Maddox
President of The Silver Sky.

Kahanistanian plane

Surrender jockeys? Donovan inwardly groaned. The last time Kahanistan had surrendered was to AMF, and there was no shame in defeat against such a hyperpower. Well, he couldn't allow the Sovereign League to take over his craft, and they still had no evidence it was anything other than a news plane.

As the Whyatican ship fired its DP gun, the plane nosed down slightly, so as to gain greater speed and drop altitude, reducing the time to dry land, so the longer the negotiations went on, the further inland they would be.

Major Rhodes walked up behind Colonel Donovan. "Can you fly this thing... without the navigational computer?"

"Is Maximus a Catholic?" replied Donovan tersely.

Rhodes pulled out her sidearm, a 9mm Beretta. She fired one round into the navigational computer. Sparks flew everywhere as the plane converted to fully manual control. The Skyians wouldn't be taking control of it anytime soon.

"When do we land?" she asked.

"Estimate landing time in seven minutes, forty seconds. Ulianov, do you have the flares and chaff ready to fire if they shoot something a little more advanced at us?"

"Affirmative," said the other Kahanistanian Major. He was eyeing the computer that monitored incoming missiles and the like.

"Good. Now let's sit back and get there... I'll try to land this thing in some remote part of the boondocks, get the parachutes ready, we'll be bailing out in a few minutes." Even if the plane was shot down, Intel had no intention of scrubbing this fact-finding mission. Donovan wanted his people to be as far away as possible when the plane landed, if it did land, so either way people would be 'chuting out over Clandonia in the next few minutes.

Above IWNS Callard

Ares Squadron watched as the 5in shell flew wide right of the Kahanistani Plane and their planes. They followed the Kahanistani plane in it's dive keeping a good 500m behind the plane.

They waited for a few seconds, waiting for a response until they reached the border.

When they did no mercy was shown.

"Ares One to Ares Squadron and the IWNS Callard, Kahanistani Plane has breached the no fly zone, they have sealed their fate. Ares Squadron, Attack Formation Alpha-Zulu-Gamma. AWACs, call for a SAH-33 Squadron and a SH-4 to clean up any survivors."

Their were several confirmations as the planes formed up behind Ares Ones.

"Attention Kahanistani Craft, you have violated the No-Fly Zone Above Imperial Clandon. In accordance with Whyatican and Skyian Directives you are to be shot down, should you be able to escape the craft you will be gunned on your way down, or captured and imprisioned by ground troops. You may pray to whatever deity you worship."

Ares One then closed the gap between the planes, followed by Ares Two. 400m, 350m, 300m, 275m, 250m. Then Ares One put pressure on the left rudder pedal and squeezed the trigger.

The plane shuddered as 25x150mm Armor-Piercing Incendiary shell blasted out of the four barreled gatting situated in the wing root and towards the engine of the Kahanistani MC-130.

As Captain Spears pushed on the rudder pedal the plane glided to the left, sending 25mm rounds across the plane from the engine, cockpit, down the right side and through the rear door of the plane, showering the occupants with white hot depeleted uranium fragments. Ares Two quickly pulled up behind the MC-130 as Captain Spears pulled his plane to the left to circle back around.

The same deadly process was repeated by Ares Two, from the left engine to the rear deadly metal shards flew all about the MC-130. And then Ares 3 took a turn, planting a nice neat one second burst through the rear hatch of the MC-130.

Ares Four then kicked in his radar as Ares One, Two, an Three circled back around to him. The powerful SU/RD-147 Advanced Electronically Scanned Array focusing all it's power on the MC-130, it's intense microwaves hurting the electronic components in the plane, much like the F-22 is able to do to cruise missiles, possibly keeping the Kahanistanis from using flares and chaff. Also, the Imaging IR system on the plane locked onto the aircraft and forwarded the information to one of the AIM-801S 'Star Strike' Short Range Dogfighting Missiles located on the outer wing pylons.

Within seconds the missile's engine roared to life and rocketed it's self from the pylon and towards the rear door of the MC-130, it's Imaging IR Seeker allowing it to distinguise from the now probably flaming and gutted MC-130 and flares.

There would be no escape.

Donovan veered the aircraft into a sharp dive to attempt to shake off the incoming fire, but several rounds pierced the left wing of the news plane.

If this were a MiG, this wouldn't be a thing... But this plane had no offensive weaponry, and firing on it would be viewed in Kahanistan as a war crime, and the people would consider it as an attack on freedom of the press. Either way the Sovereign League was in deep shit.

The Kahanistanian Colonel pulled out of his dive just in time to avoid careening into the beach, then barked at Major Ulianov, "Boris, find out why our defensive measures aren't working."

"Something's wrong with the electronics. Lipshitz! Do we have a spare motherboard here somewhere?"

"I think there's one somewhere under the pilot's seat," said the tall Special Combat Service captain. "Colonel, under the seat. There should be a spare motherboard, if we can get it in there, we should be able to engage our defenses. Sanchez, you put the motherboard in, I'll fire the ECM as soon as they come online again."

The intelligence agent was far more adept at resolving software glitches than hardware problems. However, she did have a working knowledge of basic computer hardware. She pulled out the damaged motherboard, and in fifteen seconds, had a new motherboard put in.

The plane was now about two kilometers inland, but it was also at 1,000 meters and losing altitude from its damaged wing. A thrust of engine power might possibly keep it airborne long enough to land in a forest nearby, provided another missile didn't hit it before the ECM came back on...

[Above IWNS Callard]

It seemed that some how the shoddy MC-130 had been able to survive three straffing runs with 25mm cannons, and an AAM with a 16kg High Explosive Warhead to the ass.

Still, the 'Super Phoenix' Fighters kept their pursuit, with clearance from Whyatican Forces to destroy the Kahanistani Plane with 'Extreme Prejudice". The pilots all focused their AESA Arrays on the MC-130. Any new electornics would surely be shorted out by the microwaves.

And the area was under intense jamming, by both the Skyian EV-22 AWACs and the Whyatican AWACs, including GPS jamming, and radio, while satellite communication would be rendered useless because of the lack of functioning electronics on the MC-130W.

Still, Ares One closed in and released a two second burst through the rear door of the MC-130W before braking off and letting the rest of Ares Squadron fire two volleys of one 'Star Strike' each, sure to gut the previously lucky MC-130W. All the while, eight SAH-33 Attack Helicopters and two SH-4 Transport Helicopters closed on the scene, a mere 50km away.

All in all the missiles and bullets sent one message, "Welcome to Whyatica! I hope your stay is not enjoyable!"

Certain that the crew would have their HALO parachutes attached (they would have donned them before takeoff), Donovan jerked the controls hard to the right, fired his pistol into the MC-130's window, and sucked himself and his crew out of the plane and away from danger as the damaged, useless hulk received a volley of missiles. The new motherboard and the ECM it enabled would be useless against the sheer volume of missiles, and so the Lieutenant Colonel was forced to make the decision to eject over hostile territory.

The wreckage of the damaged plane would reveal little of use; anything that might suggest the hand of Military Intelligence was in the gear of the five Kahanistanian soldiers who were by now freefalling and getting ready to activate their HALO's. Nothing in the plane's computer would have tipped a salvage team off, as they had been wise enough not to discuss the operation explicitly while in flight, a standard Kahanistanian precaution.

As the plane careened away in another direction, hopefully several kilometers away from where its erstwhile crew would land, five HALO parachutes opened low above the ground, worn by three men and two women dressed as ordinary civilians, carrying little more than their sidearms, MRE's, several hundred USD worth of Clandonian currency (too much would appear suspicious), and two PRA-120 boxguns. Of course they had news equipment, too. They had hidden cameras, wires, camcorders, microphones, satellite phones, even a multifrequency hopping communications radio for journalism in totalitarian nations that jammed radio, in short, anything that one might expect a Kahanistanian news crew to have on them. Even the weapons would not raise suspicion; Kahanistanian media personnel did travel lightly armed in areas where they felt they might need to defend themselves, though they didn't make it obvious.

OOC:

CP owes me money from pillaging, most of his GDP.

IC:

The Federal Republic offers a 30 billion Quasars (45 billion USD) bounty for the custody of the old President and major military officials.

The Imperial Democracy of Whyatica
The Imperial Democracy will not hand over the previous government from Imperial custody. Also, all debts owed by the previous government will not be paid.

Kahanistani Landing Site
The entire episode with the Kahanistani plane had been caught on satellite video - The eyes in the sky watched intently as it saw the five Kahanistanis parachute out, and the men behind the screens back in Imperial Whyatica sent this data ahead to the Imperial troops inside Clandón. Now, 5 Kahanistani prisoners would prove to be an excellent capture for the Imperial troops, as it would show that Kahanistan commited a hostile act by attempting to insert armed fighting men in Clandón. Rather unluckily for the Kahanistani, much of Clandón was tundra, making it easy to continue tracking their IR signals throughout their descent and landing.

11th MP Brigade HQ, Imperial Clandón
The 11th MP Brigade was responsible for a rather large swath of Clandón, which was abnormal for a mere brigade, if you discounted the fact that much of their responsibility was for patrolling uninhabited tundra. Imperial riot tanks patrolled the vast wasteland with little to do - the Imperial Navy and Naval Air Arm patrolled the waters and the skies, making there little to do for them. Until, of course, the episode with the Kahanistani plane. Five Imperator Urbanus tanks were within half an hour's drive of the Kahanistani drop zone, as well as several MP units. All five of the Urbanus tanks were fully loaded out with non-lethal hardware - large, expanding nets fired from the 165mm main gun, pepper-balls from the machine guns, and a Doomani foam mixture designed to inhibit movement fired from the flamethrowers.

Satellite intelligence kept them up-to-date on the Kahanistani movements as they tried to trudge through the tundra, and the Imperial HQ wanted all 5 Kahanistanis alive, if at all possible..

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan notes with grave concern the firing upon and shooting down of a civilian aircraft in Clandonia Prime by the Whyatican and Skyian military forces.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs strongly believes that the shooting was intentional, as the aircraft was clearly marked and obviously unarmed, and carried neutral IFF signals. We hope that this conduct is not the standard rule of engagement for Sovereign League forces; we would rather believe this act of air piracy was committed by rogue or incompetent soldiers.

We request to send a rescue vessel into Clandonia through the Sovereign League blockade in order to retrieve the Kahanistanian citizens aboard the plane if they are still alive. The rescuers we would send would be unarmed and fly a red cross as a rescue mission.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

The Imperial Democracy of Whyatica
The aircraft in question was given ample opportunity to turn back from the no-fly zone. It was well aware that there was a no fly zone in effect over Clandón, and it is not our problem if they choose to ignore the warnings. Also, our satellite intelligence indicates that five crew members survived, and they will be brought into Imperial custody for interrogation. The Imperial Democracy denies the DSRK's request to send a rescue mission, as the five persons in question will soon be in the custody of the Imperial Army to be done with as they see fit.

Kahanistani Landing Site
The five Imperator Urbanus tanks had formed into a star formation around the Kahanistani landing site, waiting for the order to fire and capture the Kahanistanis. Several MPs were riding within them, if extra support was needed. The northern tip of the tank formation had loaded tear-gas rounds into the chamber, as it would be the first to fire. The tear-gas would incapacitate the Kahanistani crew, and the rest of the tanks would advance on and capture the Kahanistanis using nets and fast-drying foam solution fired from the flamethrowers. If all went well, all 5 would be captured alive for interrogation.

The first tank received the order, and with a resounding boom, a tear-gas round was fired in the direction of the Kahanistani team - the way the winds were blowing, the tear-gas would be blown directly into the Kahanistani's faces, and the other four tanks immediately turned their engines and advanced, having close-ranged capture nets loaded and ready..

The Kahanistanian crew fell over, gasping for air as the tear gas found its way into their lungs. The news crew they were posing as would not carry gas masks...

The five Kahanistanian officers lay helplessly coughing and gagging; the Whyaticans could capture them easily.

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Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan does not recognize a no-fly zone over Clandonia Prime. As such, our nation's media came under clearly unprovoked attacks on our free press. The Soviet Republic takes this matter very seriously.

We are most gravely concerned by the Whyatican government's desire to "[do]... as they see fit" with Kahanistanian citizens, especially those who represent the freedom of speech so tenaciously fought for by our nation.

We would like to invite officials from Whyatica and The Silver Sky to Najaster for high-level talks to resolve the Clandonian situation without resort to bloodshed.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

After sending the letter, Delray made some phone calls to various Kahanistanian generals and officials to formulate a response. Within hours, it was determined that Kahanistan lacked the means of safely inserting a rescue mission through the blockade; Kahanistanian blockade runners consisted mainly of fast submarines and some specially fitted cruisers. While a stealth transport aircraft could get through, getting out would be a whole other challenge.

Kahanistani Landing Site
The plan had worked perfectly - the teargas had incapacitated the Kahanistani crew, and the five tanks advanced forward, firing nets to secure the five prisoners. Military police hopped out of the Urbanus tanks, securing the prisoners using heavy-gauge metal wiring at their wrists, fingers, knees, with gags at their mouths (so the Imperial troops didn't have to hear them whining), blindfolds, and earplugs. The goal was to allow them as little sensory perception as possible, to keep them disoriented and unready for the full interrogation that was to come. Each prisoner was loaded separately onto an Urbanus tank, and all five tanks moved back to the 11th MP Brigade's HQ, where the prisoners would be transferred further.

The most senior tank commander, as the five tank formation advanced, radioed back to the headquarters, and he said, "All 5 Kahanistanis in custody and secured. All prisoners were armed, and there were two box-guns with them. They were definetly not here on a peaceful mission, likely spies. Bringing them in for interrogation. Over."

The base's radio man sent back, "Roger, group command. Sending this information back to HQ. Over."

The Imperial Democracy of Whyatica
Regardless of whether the DSRK recognises it, there is a no-fly zone over Clandón to all non-Coalition traffic. We have just received information that all five men were armed with assault rifles, so they were clearly not 'unarmed civilians'. These men will remain under Imperial Army custody as irregular combatants, as we see fit. The government of Kahanistan's acts are hereby considered an act of war by the Emperor's government, and there is a vote in the Parliament moving to declare a state of war between the Imperial Democracy of Whyatica and the DSRK. We will not attend this conference at Najaster, as it is a waste of time.

Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

Delray read over the Whyatican letter. War. War over five agents. Shit... War was the last thing Kahanistan needed, especially when it was already under attack from Kraven. The bile rose to the Foreign Minister's throat. I think I'm gonna hurl... Luckily, there was always an empty wastebasket in her office, something the last M.F.A. had kept for relief after his numerous drinking binges.

She had the letter faxed to President Marcellus Valens. He would decide how to handle the upcoming situation, diplomatically if possible, though he had the interpersonal skills of a trained chimp.

The Soviet Republic had also placed a huge order for warships from Isselmere-Nieland. They decided they needed a ton of new ships before they got surrounded by Sovereign League forces.

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The Kahanistanian prisoners stirred in the vehicles, not knowing what had become of their comrades. Each awoke alone in a tank, only they didn't know that it was a tank; to them it could be a transport or a plane or a prison cell to be sent to the Halls of the Dead. The mystery alone scared the less combat-accustomed soldiers, especially the cyber-intelligence officer. The Sovereign League had nothing on them, but that didn't matter, not in this place...

The Cabinet Room, The Green House, Oliver City

Governor Chung had just read the latest CIA (Colonial Intelligence Agency) on the situation in Clandonia and was not pleased. Mass population movements in the Whyatican and Steelian occupation zones were being detected on satellite, and fleeing refugees were circulating stories and rumours of concentration camps, "re-education" centres and, in the Steelian sector, mass deaths on a grand scale. Kathy had sent an open letter to the occupying powers, but the response had effectively been a two finger salute.

She opened the door to the cabinet room in the Green House and the assembled secretaries stood as she entered the room.

"Morning ladies and gentlemen" she said as she placed her papers at the head of the table and sat down. The others murmered their own greetings and sat down. The Executive Officer ran through the various issues before them, budget changes for the new education bill, a proposal to establish a civilian space agency, economic development in the Southern Province. Discussion and counter discussion, decisions made on general consensus, no major issues.

"Item 12 on the agenda, opposition to the ocupation of Clandonia".

"We've made our position absolutely clear on this madam Governor" said Foreign Secretary Oliver Fullerton, "We cannot reconcile the actions of Whyatican and, to a lesser extent, Skyian forces within Clandonia and their membership of the Sovereign League. Your open letter seems to have garnered little response. We have tried to pursue the matter through the league, but again little respoonse has been forthcoming."

"Exactly what business is it of ours anyway? I know you've made a big thing of our new ethical foreign policy, Konnie, but this affair in Clandonia has no direct effects on us or our interests" stated Charlie Biddle, the Trade Secretary.

"What it has to do with us us exactly that, Charlie, our ethical policy. This nation must refuse to stand by and let people be oppressed in the name of so-called "democracy". Quite apart from that, Whyatica is a Sovereign League member. We are supposed to stand for democracy and freedom. How will it look to the rest of the world if we allow a fellow League nation to run roughshod over the Clandonian population? It would make a laughing stock of the League and it's values and aims."

The motion came forward from the governor and was passed by sixteen votes to three. As the meeting broke up the Governor called forward her secretary and arranged a meeting in one hour between herself, the Foriegn Secretary, the Defence Secretary, the Joint Chiefs and the director of the CIA.


The Oblong Office, The Green House, Oliver City

Governor Chung strode into her office and stood behind the desk as the assembled company stood to greet her. Present were the governor's secretary and the Executive Officer, Foreign Secretary Oliver Fullerton, Defence Secretary Oliver Petersen, the joint chiefs Grand Admiral William Hurley, Grand Air Marshall Christopher Covington and Grand Field Marshall Stuart Stubbington, and, seated at the back of the room looking unobtrusive, CIA directoir Diane Cook.

"Gentlemen, and Lady, take a seat please, we know why we're here. As Secretaries Petersen and Fullerton know, the Cabinet have decided to approach the Clandonian situation with a two pronged strategy. Firstly, a diplomatic offensive. Secretary Fullerton will attend the conference being held on Venture Island. I'm placing Colonial Four at your disposal for the duration, Marshall Covington can you arrange that please?"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good. Oliver I want you and your diplomatic team fully briefed and airborne by 6pm tonight. In addition to this I want you to continue to pressure our League allies to bring them on side on this matter, most notably Questers and Praetonia."

"Madam Governor, it would be my opinion that the Praetonians are pre-occupied with their Sarzonian relationship at the moment"

"I know that, Oliver and thats why I want you to instruct Ambassador McAlpine in Woodstock to request an audience with President Sarzo. If we can drag them both into this they could see it as a chance to work together and further their detente. Now whats the latest from Clandonia? Diane?"

The small woman at the back of the room stood and removed the small glasses from her face before shje spoke.

"A short time ago a civilian aircraft bearing Kahanistani markingw was shot down over Whyatican held Clandonia by Skyian forces. We have no reports of any casualties or caprtured personnel as yet."

"Civilian?"

"Yes, madam governor, but that means very little. Its a favorite Kahanistani trick to try and insert special forces teams by civil aircraft, they did it in support of Woodstock Pact forces during the Czardian war. The likelihood is this was either a very large intel gathering team or a sabotage team. Whatever they were they won't be completeing their mission"

"So if we want human intel we won't be going in by air?"

"No ma'am" stated Grand Air Marshall Covington from his seat, "As you can see from this incident we have no way of getting any air assets over Clandonia. The air embargo seems pretty air tight. I wouldn't even want to risk U2 flights, the only intel we can gather is from the SkyNet satellites, and thats limited."

"Madam Governor" piped up Admiral Hurley, " I do have one idea. During the Wolfish war we did manage to insert two operatives from Military Intelligence by submarine. Their contributions wre invaluable during our landings. The two operatives are available and depending on the depth of the naval blockade we could do it."

They all looked carefully at the Governor as she stood and stared out of the window in deep thought. She had led the nation through two wars and an attempted coup, yet every time she still hesitated and thought deeply about the impact of her decisions on any human life, even those of the hoghly trained individuals of MI.

After a while she turned round and simply said "make it so".

11th MP Brigade HQ, Imperial Clandón
The tank squadron pulled into the MP base, carrying the five Kahanistani prisoners. An interrogation squad had been awakened from the barracks, and they had set up positions in five prison cells. Each prison cell was totally isolated from the others, padded walls to prevent suicide, nothing that could be used as a weapon to kill oneself. While the interrogation team was there, though, each cell had several wicked looking devices, ranging from simple area denial devices to the most diabolical machines you can imagine. Each MP interrogator was masked and had his voice modulated, which seemed sorta silly to many people in the interrogation business, but the effect was to create a totally impersonal interrogation.

The same question was asked to all five people, as they were sat down by the stone-faced military police that escorted them in. They were bound to the chair tightly, and their gags and eye-blinders removed.

Each interrogator asked, in their own way, "What is your name, your designation, and your purpose for being in Clandón?"

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Classified: Imperial Military Orders
As a result of the Kahanistani incursion into Imperial Clandón, the official threat level of Clandón has been moved to ORANGE. Several submarine hunter-killer squadrons will be deployed to increase the ASW defense potential of the blockade line, as well as an anti-submarine carrier group. Establish a sonobuoy defense line to prevent submarine incursions. Rules of Engagement - terminate all unauthorised submarines or airplanes upon detection.

MESSAGE FROM DOD TO COMMODORE NADINE BENTLEY, CO COAST GUARD SECTION, COLONIAL NAVY

EXCERCISE "AJAX" DUE TO COMMENCE IN THREE DAYS IS HEREBY CANCELLED. A NEW EXCERCISE CODENAMED "DEEP BLUE" IS TO TAKE PLACE, DETAILED FORTHWITH. 20 X BOLASH CLASS SUBS FROM THE COAST GUARD SECTION WILL ACCOMPANY 4 X AYLESBURGH CLASS SUPPLY SHIPS FROM THE AUXILLARY SUPPLY GROUP TO THE FOLLOWING CO-ORDINATES TO ASSESS THE CREWS AND BOATS ABILITY TO OPERATE IN A DEEP SEA ENVIRONMENT.

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Oliver Bartlett straightened up slowly from the flower beds he had been tending. Retirement had been good to him over the past six months, but to say he hadn't missed The Service would be a lie. Life seemed to be, well, boring, but after what he had witnessed in Wolfish he couldn't go on. He still woke some nights from the nightmares, visions of smiling Legionnaires wielding their knives against the helpless Wolfish airmen. The gardener's job had been his counsellor's idea, something to both focus his mind and help maintain his fitness. The latter was working but not the former, he thought, as he slowly filled his pipe to the brim, carefully throwing the match after lighting it. He had only been smoking for 3 months now, and wondered why he had started.

He opened the door to his apartment and bent over to remove his dirty boots, immediately sensing something wasn't right. He puffed on his pipe as he noticed the small scratch on the key latch, and scanned the hallway, noticing the woman's coat hanging on the coat rack. Drawing the knife from his sock before he stood up straight he carried on as normal, placing his boots outside the door and closing it, suddenly moving like lightening, slamming the kitchen door open and tumbling through it. He immediately fell over the briefcase that had been placed in his way, falling to the floor and rolling over onto his back, as helpless as a baby. Staring down at him was the face of a woman, wearing a smart business suit and one of the widest grins he'd ever seen. "Ah Oliver, I knew I'd have you at my feet one day!"

"Hello Sarah. Still with The Service?" he asked, refusing to get up off the floor.

"Oh yes, and if your interested, you could be again too............."

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Secretary Fullerton boarded the plane at Bearsted Air Force Base and took his seat along with the 4 members of his diplomatic team and the 5 man plain clothes team from the Political Security division of the Colonial Police Force. His instructions from the Governor were explicit and he was ready for the task ahead. He just hoped there wasn't too much ceremony and such at this conference, he would prefer to get straight down to business on arrival at Venture island. The intercom crackled as the pilot spoke. "This is Squadron Leader Simon Andrews, I will be your pilot for this flight on Colonial 4 and you Co-Pilot will be Captain James McBain. We have recieved clearance from the tower and ready for take off on your command, Mr Secretary........"

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OOC Whyatica, I'd appreciate it if you could let me know how far from the coast your blockade starts and any details of the forthcoming conference. TG me for my MSN if you would like to talk.

The Kahanistanian team commanded by Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Donovan had a variety of soldiers of various levels of experience with special operations. Colonel Donovan and Captain Ehud Lipshitz were members of SCS, the Kahanistanian Special Combat Service. They would reveal nothing except under extreme torture, and they had watched films purporting to be from the Halls of the Dead as part of their psychological training. They gave only their names and their cover story, that they were journalists from Kahanistan who were assigned to report on the Sovereign League occupation of Clandonia. Donovan was calm, Lipshitz more abrasive, claiming that the Whyaticans just started a war by shooting down unarmed civilians.

Major Andrea Rhodes was not much more forthcoming. A former DAKI (Directorate of Anti-Kraven Intelligence) operative who had transferred to another unit after the Kraven atrocities wore her down too much emotionally, she too was trained to resist torture, but the majority of her training was simply to blend in. She would maintain her cover story as long as the Whyaticans had no evidence that they were anything but journalists who had entered a no-fly zone to gather information.

Major Boris Ulianov was an Imperial Marine combat commander. He had minimal experience in special operations, but at least knew to give only his name, rank and serial number... but here he wouldn't even admit he was in the military. He merely told the Whyaticans to look through the news gear for themselves.

Second Lieutenant Elisa Sanchez was a computer warfare expert, with minimal combat training. She could operate small arms, but that was about the extent of her combat capability. While the others were more hardened, Sanchez, the most junior of the Kahanistanians, trembled in undisguised terror at the sight of the machines, which she assumed to be for torture. She tearfully protested her innocence and that she was new to the business. This was true; it was her first action abroad, unless one counted the time she had tried to help two Kahanistanian officers hack into a protected Amestrian database, from a Kahanistanian MoD computer. She was likely the weakest link in the operation, but then, she had minimal useful information.

Interrogation of Colonel Donovan
"So." the modulated voice of an interrogator said, "Your identification calls you Thomas Donovan. I don't believe your equipment, Tommy. You are not a news man, you are a soldier. And frankly, we have many, many ways of making you tell us what you know." the interrogator stated, flipping the area denial device to 'medium'. It would feel to the Kahanistani man like his skin was slowly being burnt off, although there would be no actual pain. He could not move from his position, and the interrogator could modulate the amount of pain at will. The device could not kill, although the pain could become so horrible that the man would want to commit suicide just to end it.

"If you don't talk, I have some Doomani friends just outside that will have their fun with you, and THEN you will tell us what you know." the interrogator said, amping up the area denial device a bit.

Interrogation of Colonel Lipschitz
"Silence!" the interrogator said, his modulated voice coming off very commanding.

"Lipschitz, we know you are not newsmen. You are Kahanistani soldiers, and your government has commited an act of war against the Imperial Democracy. Do not pretend that you were in a civilian plane, because we found your weapons. If you tell us what you know, we might allow you to live. If you don't..I have a Doomani friend just in the other room, and I'll let him have his way with you, and then when he's done you'll tell us what you know."

Interrogation of Major Rhodes
"We have your weapons, Rhodes. Your story is a lie. Journalists do not carry assault rifles with them. Now, we have Doomani-trained interrogators just in the other room. Consider yourself lucky that I have not activated any of these devices, and I will give you thirty seconds to start talking or else the fun begins." the interrogator said, patting his area denial device, and looking at the vivisection machine in the room. There was a rack of torture tools in Major Rhodes sight, all for use of the Doomani interrogators if they were needed. The devices all looked incredibly wicked, and the Whyatican interrogator could easily take Major Rhodes apart with them without even trying. However, the Doomani had that reputation..pure evil, and the Kahanistani had already fought the Doomani in a war and lost, so the interrogators hoped the threat of a Doomani interrogator would inspire them to talk.

Interrogation of Major Ulianov
"Boris..Uilanov. Journalist. Ulianov, you have been lying to us. The penalty for lying.." the interrogator said, turning on the area denial device to maximum for a fifteen second burst. Those fifteen seconds may be the most agonizing seconds in the Major's life, and as the interrogator turned it off he may be relieved.

"That is only a taste of what we can do, Boris, and if I cannot break you, I have a Doomani friend who can.."

Interrogation of 2nd Lieutenant Sanchez
"Be quiet!" the interrogator said, as the crying Kahanistani blubbered her innocence.

"Sanchez, I have an offer for you. I will allow you to return to Kahanistan, unharmed, if you tell us what you know about this operation. The complete truth, we know it is a military operation. We will know if you lie to us. All you have to do is tell us what you know..and if you don't.." the interrogator minimised the focal point of the area denial device and pointed it at a bare patch of skin on Lieutenant Sanchez's face, and turned it to minimum for a brief time. It would not be horrible pain, but it would get the idea across..

Donovan kept his mouth shut, regretting only that he had not concealed his PRA-120 inside his rectum. Then again, if there really are Doomies here... the last thing he wanted was to be found out as gay.

The trained special forces commander stared ahead coldly at his tormentor, hiding the pain he suffered inside. He would have plenty to tell the Kahanistanian government when he got back...

Lipshitz was furious. He hated the Doomies with every fiber of his being. He would have liked to spit in the face of a Doomani officer.

"You are the ones who committed an act of war when you fired on a civilian aircraft in typical Amalekite fashion. You are less than murderers, you tried to kill us because we were going to expose your crimes against humanity and see you hanged like the Nazis you are."

Rhodes was somewhat more cooperative; she was no ground combatant. "We carry the handguns for protection when we venture into areas where journalists aren't wanted," she said. "The boxguns... they're designed for passing metal detectors. When we go to get news we never know what to expect."

The young woman did not admit to being a Kahanistanian officer, but she had explained truthfully the purpose of their weapons. "We have had journalists murdered, raped, intimidated by foreign governments for years, we started carrying weapons for defence, never to attack. We're not assassins."

Major Ulianov contorted in pain as the AD worked its magic on him. "I'm not lying!" he roared, knowing the Whyaticans had no proof he was.

Lieutenant Sanchez shook her head. "We're not military. We came in here lightly armed, to protect ourselves, some countries don't want journalists in here. We were to report on the human rights situation in Clandonia, and generate awareness in Kahanistan about the... policies of the Sovereign League."

Major Donovan
"So, you will not talk? This is your last opportunity before my Doomani friend comes and uses some of these lovely devices.." the interrogator said, turning up the area denial device to maximum and gazing at the lovely array of painful-looking devices at the wall behind him. He remarked, "I'm sure your government wouldn't mind if we sent you back in a body bag.."

Colonel Lipschitz
The interrogator raised his eyebrow, although it wasn't visible through the mask.
"Oh really? It is not our problem if you choose to ignore our no-fly-zone. Also, you are laughably wrong. The Imperial Democracy elects our leaders, just as your nation claims to do. Now, you've just blown your only chance.." He got up, and opened the door.

"Centurion Servius, come in." he said, talking to the Doomani man.

A tall Doomani entered the room, grizzled from years of battle with that bloodthirsty look on his face. His eyes were vaguely bloodshot, and he had a badass toothpick in his mouth. He looked at the interrogator and said, "Let me at him."

"Keep him alive. We need him upright for later." the interrogator said, and left the room...

Major Rhodes
"You are lying to me, Ms. Rhodes." the interrogator shook his head, and flipped on the area denial device to maximum for a twenty second burst. The AD was favoured by the Imperial interrogators because it didn't kill and didn't leave visible marks. The pain only mounted in Rhodes as the AD beams wracked her body...

The Imperial man whispered, "All you need to do is tell us the truth and you'll be free..."

Major Ulianov
"We know you're Kahanistani military, Ulianov..all you need to do to stop the pain is tell us the truth.." the interrogator whispered, turning on the AD and leaving it on.

"I am going to leave this device on until you tell us what we want to know. And I can keep you here for the rest of your life, as far as you're concerned, and we can drag that period of time out for a very long time.." he said, turning the AD machine to face most of the Kahanistani man's body. There was no table in front of them, nothing to shield Major Ulianov's body from the rays..

Lieutenant Sanchez
"Violating the edicts of my government in the process, Ms. Sanchez. As far as I am concerned, you all are spies and have commited an act of war against the Imperial Democracy of Whyatica. And there is no human rights situation here. Your government lied to you, Ms. Sanchez, you are just a pawn in a greater game between your government and mine. They want an anti-Sovereign League backlash, so they sent a doomed mission into Clandón. They knew about the no-fly-zone the whole time, and they knew very well about our air assets, they knew we would shoot your plane down. All the want is five dead Kahanistanis to rule the news, so they can further their own agenda..some human rights that is.."

The interrogator looked at the Area Denial device thoughtfully. He didn't look like he intended to use it beyond how much he already had, although he was considering another plan of action with this woman if this course failed...

Colonel Donovan merely grunted, but the sweat drenching his clothes revealed the stress he was under; the pain was breaking him down slowly even if he did not wish that to be known. He knew that the area denial device would not kill him, but the Doomies probably would. He would rather die than tell the Whyaticans the role of the Kahanistanian military.

Knowing the Doomani would not kill him, Captain Lipshitz sneered arrogantly at the Jew-hating savage before him. He would not tell him anything.

Major Rhodes screamed and burst into tears. "I... I told you all I know," she said while the AD stimulated her nerves, and not in a good way, either. "We don't go anywhere... unarmed anymore..." She was barely able to speak now, under the pain and through her own emotions. They're not interested in the truth... they just want Kahanistanian spies.

Major Ulianov was starting to crack. Unlike Donovan and Lipshitz, he was merely a field commander, not a trained operative. Trying to buy some time, he asked a question.

"What... makes you think... we're military?" The PRA-120 was not a standard issue weapon to Kahanistanian military personnel, and the Beretta M9's that were issued to Kahanistanian officers were also widely available on the civilian market, especially in a nation like Kahanistan where one could own a fully automatic assault rifle with minimal regulation.

Lieutenant Sanchez didn't seem to be able to take in the new information. True, Kahanistan didn't like the Sovereign League since the destruction of Nova Brittanica. But to deliberately provoke a war?

"Donovan's a very skilled pilot, we thought he could evade the patrols. He served in the military, so he's got a lot of experience with those things." She did not reveal that Colonel Donovan was still with the military, but she was worried she would let something slip soon...

"We wanted to know about all the home demolitions and mass movements that we saw on satellite, we suspected human rights abuses and thought it would be... big."

OOC:Time to go from the most interesting interrogation to the least interesting. And I think Doom will be posting tomorrow
Lieutenant Sanchez
The interrogator nodded, and turned the area denial device down to medium.

"Good," he whispered, and he said, "but your government still lied to you about this. They knew very well that your pilot, no matter how good he is, couldn't evade it..all they want is Kahanistani blood on Whyatican hands, they want to start a war. There are no civil rights abuses here, we're moving the people into safer areas, building new infrastructure for them. The Clandonians will live better under Imperial rule than they ever have. Your government lied about the human rights abuses, there are none going on..not one Clandonian has died since the occupation began in full scale, not one..your government wants to waste billions of lives in a meaningless war, how can you call that human rights?"

He began slowly dialling down the area denial device down manually, going from a level of 'fifty' to forty-nine, to forty-eight..As the Kahanistani woman talked more, she would receive less pain from the Area Denial device..

Major Ulianov
"Well, your military is not known for it's prowess, Mr. Ulianov, only your military could order such a foolish operation as sending a cargo plane to infiltrate a no-fly zone enforced by three powerful nations.." The interrogator said, waiting. He had all day, if need be, and there was always the unspoken threat of a Doomani torturer..

Major Rhodes
"You are not news media, Ms. Rhodes. We know you are military. All you have to do is tell us the truth and the pain will stop..don't you want that? You won't have any more pain, and we'll send you back to your home.." the masked man said, going from loudly talking to whispers, keeping the Kahanistani attent and listening using the changes in pitch and volume.

Colonel Donovan
The military policeman just sat in his chair and waited. No man could take the intense pain and stress of the Area Denial device for very long, with every test subject the Imperial Army had used, they broke within ten minutes of maximum power use. And even if that failed, the interrogator had far, far more cruel methods at his disposal..

Lt. Sanchez took a few deep breaths as the intensity went down. "Kahanistan's at war with Kraven now, they wouldn't pick a fight with the Sovereign League on top of that. Let me talk to the Kahanistanian Embassy."

Major Ulianov frowned at the insult to the tactical skills of the Kahanistanian military. He was angry now and less likely to cooperate with them in the future.

"We have chutes for a reason, dumbass. We expect the people shooting us down to think we were killed when we're actually some distance away from the crash site." He still had not admitted to being military, and didn't particularly want to open himself up to more insults by doing so now.

Major Rhodes continued crying under the pain. She was feeling the urge to break down, and would have if it were just her. But there were four other officers there, and they were only as strong as their weakest member. "What do you know?"

Colonel Donovan had experienced torture before by various agencies; he had had his fingernails cut out with razor blades and even had his foot dipped in acid before. He would hold out longer, about fifteen minutes, but the pain got to be too much for even him.

"I'm... the leader. We want to know what you're hiding behind the NFZ, behind the blockade, why you won't let media in here. We know about the population transfers, we know about the home demolitions, a civilian news satellite can pick them up."

He had effectively stated the Kahanistanians' entire mission, what they wanted, what they knew, only not admitting that he was military.

Clanon City Times


Anarchist forces Slaughter Clandonian civilians

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By our Home Affairs Correspondant Sarah Foster

By two o'clock the damage was done, over four hundred Clandonian civilians were gunned down after a protest in Kirkland turned bloody. Members of the pro-Royalist group were holding a rally for the support of King William the VII when anarchist forces opened fire with high velocity rifles, the crowd made up women, children and men was ripped apart. The crowd was angry about the demolition of homes and looting by anarchist soldiers in the suburbs. The humans rights group, Mansave sent a stern condemnation to the Socialist party of this latest option. Journalists visited the hospital afterwards with children's body's stacked up in body bags, operating theatres were full and nurses crying. Scenes to graphic to show in pictures were circulated on the internet last night on a site of the radical Clandonian Liberation Army which attacked the left wing stance of the anarchist group.
In other news a Khanistani aircraft was shot down by Whyatican and Skyian air defences two days ago. The crews fate is unknown but the aircraft was civilian as reported by a local eye witness. The news of a communist nation sending forces in caused concern between some of the far right while those of the Clandonian socialists supported the action and called for the United Communist Nation alliance to intervene. Those of the Clandonian Liberal Conservative party called for plebiscite on the nationality of the Clandonian citizens. Before yesterdays incident there was support by some to accept Whyatican citizenship but many Clandonians are sternly nationalist with the popular support for the King at 96% with a five percent margin of error.

Colonel Lipshitz

Centurion Quintus Iustus Servius was the sort of person one pictures when thinking of the Doomani: standing at six-foot four, broad-shouldered, muscular, short-cut black hair and a creased Roman face, tanned by the desert. He wore grey digital BDU pants: the type normally seen worn by DoomCorp mercenaries. That would give Lipshitz an idea of who exactly Servius was: an experienced, professional soldier hiring himself out to a corporation, who in turn sells his services to customers like the Whyatican Government.

He wore a black tee-shirt, the sleeves barely managing to fit around his arms. Indeed, he was in shockingly good shape for a man of fifty-five years. His arms were covered in tattoos: on his right arm, the Crusader's Death's Head was emblazoned in black; inscribed beneath that with a Gladius going through were the words 'LEGIO CXVI CREMATORIA', the unit he had served in for the better part of his adult life: a unit that had fought in Arretium and Czardas. On his left arm the letters 'SPQD' were inscribed, with a large Chi-Rho above it...although, rather than a simple tattoo, it seemed the old Christian symbol had been branded on his arm.

His scarred face conveyed no emotion, although his somewhat bloodshot eyes seemed to project utter contempt on the captive Kahanistani.

"Will do..." he growled quietly as the Whyatican left the room.

He personaly was no fan of the 'impersonal' doctrine of interrogation, but he kept that to himself. He'd looked the infidel in the eyes for just a moment before he knew what he was up against. He could see the sheer hatred this man held for his people. He could tell already this one was going to try to, in desparation, act in defiance. How many had Servius tortured that had done the same?

He'd lost count. They always acted brave for the first minutes and hours; some lasted longers in that way than others. It always ended the same way, no matter how tough the man had seemed at first. Everyone had their breaking point; it was just a matter of getting there that proved a challenge. There in lay the art of torture.

He simply ignored the bound prisoner as he strode over to the table upon which the instruments of torture had been arrayed. Everything he'd requested had been procured, and it made for a frightening sight. He quickly spotted his two favorite tools: the electric drill and the blowtorch. A battery had already been inserted into the drill, and he squeezed the trigger.

The loud buzzing of the drill's motor more than satisfied him. This would do. He turned to the prisoner as he produced a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, putting them on before switching on the blowtorch to ensure it was working properly. He cut the power off, and spoke to his two Whyatican assistants:

"Strap him to that table...and take off his shoes."

The two bulky Whyaticans silently obeyed, picking up Lipshitz from the chair and dragging him over to a wooden operating table. As they did this, Servius set down the blowtorch and drill on the table containing the torture instruments, and selected a gas-powered nail gun.

After being forced onto the table on his back, Lipshitz' hands and feet were held down by the two Whyaticans while Servius casualy stepped towards the table, brandishing the nail gun. He did not utter a word; his face remained expressionless. He was not interested in asking questions just yet.

He first pressed the muzzle of the gun against the Kahanistani's left ankle and squeezed the trigger. There was a loud, sharp crack as a nail spat out from the gun and pierced Lipshitz' ankle, penetrating through the bone and pinning him right to the table. Without a moment's waste, Servius proceeded to nail down the other ankle before moving on to his arms.

Rather than simply nailing his hands in, which would more than hurt enough, Servius instead chose to drive the first nail right through the nerve cluster in Lipshitz' right wrist. As he squeezed the trigger and once more there was a satisfying crack with the release of the gas and firing of the nail; there was a slight blood spatter, most of which splattered onto Servius' shades. He did the same to the second, getting even more blood on himself, and quickly set the nail gun down on the instrument table. Thus far, he had not uttered a word to Lipshitz. It was clear he did not see this infidel as even being worth speaking to.

From the table, he grabbed a box of steel splinters, a bucket (which, unbeknownst to Lipshitz, contained boiling sulfur), along with a tool box. Placing the objects on top of one another, the bucket on top, he set the items down near the end of the table where Lipshitz' feet were. He carefully set the bucket down besides him, being careful not to spill any of the vile liquid. From the tool box he withdrew a pair of plyers, which he used to grab one of the inch-long steel splinters.

Silently and precisely, he dipped the splinter into the boiling sulfur for a few seconds before taking it out and showing it to the Kahanistani.

Carefully and precisely, he held Lipshitz' left foot still with his left hand, the plyers grasped tensely in his right, and proceeded to drive the splinter in between the nail and skin on his big toe, forcing a wedge in the toe that would burn absolutely profusely.

Setting down the plyers beside him, he grabbed a small mallet, which he then used to tap on the splinted ever so slowly, forcing the splinter in as slowly and tediously as possible...

Lipshitz was one of the few religious fanatics that still lived in Kahanistan; most of them had been killed in the bloody sectarian warfare that had led to the creation of the democratic state. As such, he was easily as crazy as the Doomani. He took a deep breath and held it firmly as the nailgun was pressed to his ankle. He did not know what it was, but he knew he would be tortured and did not wish to appear weak in front of this man whose people probably still accused his of barbaric religious practices. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_libel_against_Jews)

The Republic Guard Captain let only a grunt escape him as each nail pierced his ankles. He knew that he would not be killed, as the Whyaticans had said they needed him alive. The Doomani man asked no questions for now, so the officer could not reply either way. He closed his eyes and silently prayed to G-d to give him the strength to deal with the Doomani Nazi and not show weakness until the torturer tired.

As the splinters entered his toes, Captain Lipshitz realized that the splinters must have some chemical on them; he had gotten splinters in his toes before, in childhood accidents and later during his career as a SCS soldier. This was worse; it reminded him of the drills through the toes he had seen in torture videos during his training.

The women have probably already confessed... but I will need to know for certain. His fanaticism would hold him over until he either passed out, the Doomani man tired, or one of the other soldiers broke and admitted to being military. Until then, secure in the knowledge that he would not be killed, he struggled hard through his pain to focus on G-d.

Still silent, Sevius continued to slowly tap on the splinter until finally, the wedge had become so deep that the toenail had been literally torn out. The boiling sulfur seeped through the wounds within the toe, and Servius casually flicked away the shattered nails. For a moment he glanced up at the prisoner.

This was clearly a man of conviction.

All the more entertaining...

Servius was not a man who ever tired of torture. He had once gone three days without sleep within an interrogation room simply to give himself the satisfaction of not allowing his victim even a second's rest. Keeping the Kahanistani from passing out would be rather simple for Servius. They had drugs for that...

As he picked up the plyers once more, and once again grabbed a splinter from the box and dipped it into the bucket of boiling sulfur, he finally spoke to his victim,

"They plan to kill you, you know. The Whyaticans. Publicly; they plan to humiliate you for all to see. That is why they want you alive, in case you were wondering about that," he said in a calm, benevolent tone.

As he spoke in this almost friendly way, he once again began to drive the splinter right between the skin and the nail of another one of Lipshitz' toes, slowly tapping it in with the mallet in order to tear the nail off as slowly as possible...

Of course, Servius literally had all the time in the world to torture this filthy heretic. Lipshitz still have eighteen toe and finger nails left, and Servius was a man of great, great patience...and this was only the start of the agony he would be inflicting on this man...

The Kahanistanian officer might have been going into a state of confusion from the physical torture he was being subjected to, but he would still not believe a word that this Doomie said. If the Whyaticans kill me publicly, then they expose themselves, and our objective is a success.

Captain Lipshitz began sweating profusely and his eyes began to leak. He blinked furiously and again silently entreated the Lord to give him the strength to survive. He was likely going to be the last to confess...

Meanwhile, in the other chambers, some of the soldiers who were not as fanatically guided as he was began to consider confessing. Anyone with half a brain would know that torture might be effective at eliciting information, it was hopeless at eliciting true information. The women and the marine would probably crack soon; Colonel Donovan would hold longer, but he, too, was fearing for his life and felt that the others were likely either about to confess or already had.

Lipshitz had not even responded.

Quiet type, eh?

He'd delt with that type before, too. The kind that simply refused to say a word. Servius shrugged his shoulders and sighed.

Very well.

He continued on for the next twenty minutes, slowly driving the sulfur-covered splinters between his toe nails and toes, slowly mutilating and ripping off each individual toe nail. During that time, both men had remained silent, save for the occasional grunts of pain of the tortured man.

Finally, when the last toe nail had been torn off, Servius picked up the bucket of sulfur and placed it back on the stove it had been suspended over to keep it from cooling down.

He then grabbed another box from the table. Once more, he set it down at the foot of the table, and removed his next instrument of torture: the toe screw.

Servius, as usual, not saying a thing, placed the loop of the device over the big toe of Lipshitz' left foot. Servius began twisting the crank at the top of the device, tightening the loop. He did not utter a single word as he slowly tightened it, increasing the pressure, causing indescribable pain to his victim. He continued until slowly...the very bone of the toe began to crack. As he heard the cracking of the bone, he looked up at his victim.

" 'I am the Lord your God; thou shalt have no other gods before me.' Why is it then, Mr. Lipshitz, you do the bidding of SATANISTS?" he roared the last word and twisted the crank even more, completely and utterly crushing the big toe.

"Satanists?" the broken man asked weakly, his voice straining as he struggled not to scream. He could think of only one Satanist official off the top of his head; Senator Maribel Crawley, the chair of the Armed Forces and Defense Committee. Kahanistanian Senators were elected by popular vote and the Senators, collectively known as the Supreme Soviet, chose their committee heads from among themselves. There were undoubtedly many others; at 12% of the population, that added to over four hundred million people.

"I serve God first, and the Republic second." Most Kahanistanian officers saw things the other way; even most who claimed to be religious would place the secular interests of the Soviet Republic ahead of their religion; those who failed to do so were viewed as far-right ultra-conservatives.

"Our leaders are chosen by the people to rule us." His voice trailed off as he struggled to maintain his strength. He had only nine more toes and ten fingers left to mutilate; there was only so much more that could be done to him.

---

Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

Dr. Margaret Delray paced the corridors in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. The Foreign Minister was stressing out severely, and she was never the type to stress. The Kahanistanian government had so far failed to secure the release of the prisoners there, but Delray was now convinced that if Whyatica was willing to go to war over a mere flyover, they must already know that the crew were military, if not strongly suspect it.

They must have done something... gotten information or something big. But then, why don't we have it? Did they get killed? Captured? We'll have to find out. She went back to her office, propped her legs up on her desk, and got to work on her laptop.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan wishes to have any available information on five individuals who were aboard the Kahanistanian news plane when it was shot down over Clandonia Prime two days ago.

If they are alive, we wish to have them repatriated to Kahanistan after treatment for any injuries they may have sustained. If they are dead, we ask that their bodies be sent back to Kahanistan for burial. We will provide some information on the persons in question for identification.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

Attachment: A file with basic information and photographs of each of the five downed Kahanistanians.

Donovan, Thomas H.
Age: 33
Height: 175 cm (5'9")
Weight: 75 kg (165 lbs.)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Frame: Solid

Lipshitz, Ehud C.
Age: 29
Height: 180 cm (5'11")
Weight: 86 kg (190 lbs.)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Frame: Muscular

Rhodes, Andrea S.
Age: 31
Height: 165 cm (5'5")
Weight: 61 kg (135 lbs.)
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Frame: Athletic

Sanchez, Elisa A.
Age: 22
Height: 157 cm (5'2")
Weight: 65 kg (145 lbs.)
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Frame: Stocky

Ulianov, Boris N.
Age: 33
Height: 170 cm (5'7")
Weight: 67 kg (150 lbs.)
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Brown
Frame: Stocky

---

Presidential Palace

"I want to know where you learned these horrific obscenities, Mara K."

Major Mara Fulton, the commander of the Presidential Security Detachment, had just opened a letter to the President from the Foreign Ministry. She had then proceeded to dust off some of the colorful insults her grandfather still used, in the original Arabic; she had referred to the Whyaticans as the "sons of monkeys and grandsons of pigs fornicating with apes, who do not know their father Shaitan and who drink blood of infants straight from the neck stump."

Still shaking with fury, the commander shoved the letter at the other officer who was with her.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Mr. President,

The Whyaticans absolutely refuse to allow a rescue mission into Clandonia. They feel discussion with me is a waste of time; it is important that these people be saved. I strongly urge that you intervene personally.

They wish to "do as they see fit" to the prisoners. This is not good; it is possible that they will be tortured. Most nations, even democratic ones, will resort to it in extreme measures.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

---

Two hours later, a letter from President Valens himself arrived in Whyatica.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Office of the President

I am most concerned by the harsh tone of the Whyatican government's recent communications with the Soviet Republic. Kahanistan does not seek war, rather, we merely wish to know the nature of this occupation.

We do not oppose the occupation itself; in fact, we believe that it is necessary in light of the previous government's appalling disregard for human rights. However, we do oppose the Whyatican policies of firing on civilians who fly over Clandonian territory, forced relocations of citizens, murder of protestors, destruction of houses, and other human rights abuses that the occupation claims to be in place to end.

The Soviet Republic requests that those of its citizens being held be released immediately, that the no-fly zone be restricted to military aircraft, and the blockade be removed to allow free exit for Clandonian citizenry.

Signed,
General Marcellus Q. Valens,
President of Kahanistan

Official Imperial Response to the DSRK
We know you ordered the military mission into Clandón, President Valens. You are also appallingly ignorant when it comes to the nature of the occupation, seeing as we know the Kahanistani aircraft flown over Clandón was a military mission. The relocations are merely temporary, as we are constructing new infrastructure as many Clandonians lived in horrific conditions under the previous government. We have compensated every Clandonian that has lost property in the occupation, and new housing is going up daily to house the citizenry. We deny the Kahanistani request for information, as they are currently in Imperial Army custody and all information on the five prisoners is classified.

Official Imperial Press Release, Imperial Clandón
The events of January 31st were horrific, and the Imperial Democracy will officially begin a sector-wide sweep to catch the perpetrators. We stress the need to remain calm, Imperial troops will continue to enforce the peace, and we truly hope that this is an isolated incident. The Emperor's government will offer compensation to the families of all those killed in the attack. On a more serious note, private ownership of guns is outlawed in Imperial Clandón - All persons will be searched for weaponry, and those who do not comply with the Imperial authorities will be jailed for an indefinate period of time.

Interrogations
Lieutenant Sanchez

The interrogator turned the intensity of the Area Denial device back up, and said, "The Imperial Democracy does not have a Kahanistani Embassy, and, for your own safety, we cannot permit you to talk to them. They would merely feed you more lies, Ms. Sanchez, why would you want to talk to a government that sent you into a death mission? They knew all five of you would die, that's all they want..It doesn't matter that the government fights Kraven as we speak, they want to raise a massive coalition to destroy Whyatica, and kill all three billion souls. All they want is five dead Kahanistanis on the news, and you were about to be one of the five.."

Major Ulianov

The interrogator said nothing, instead ordering the two bulky assistants to pick up the prisoner. The interrogator flipped down the thick metal table from the wall, lowered their support struts, and the two assistants put Major Ulianov on the table. The lead interrogator picked a nail gun out from the rack of tools, and braced the nailgun against Ulianov's ankle. He braced himself a little more, and he fired a thick nail through Ulianov's left ankle, sending a short spurt of blood at the mask. A loud cracking eminated as the bone shattered, and the process was repeated with the other ankle.

"Bring out his wrists." the interrogator said, and the assistants both pinned down his hands and unwrapped his wrists. The interrogator fired a nail into the main nerve cluster in each wrist, pinning him to the table.

Over the screaming, the interrogator said, "This is your last chance, Ulianov. If you do not tell me anything now, I will leave this room and a Doomani man will deal with you.."

Major Rhodes

"We know all about your mission, Ms. Rhodes. We know the Kahanistani government sent you here, to gather information for an eventual invasion of Clandonia, a "liberation" you'd call it. You do realize, though, that your government lied to you when they sent you here? They knew you would get shot down and killed, because they knew very well about the no fly zone and Imperial assets. All they want is five dead Kahanistanis on the news to provoke war between Whyatica and Kahanistan, you're just a pawn in this game. Pardon me.." the interrogator said, getting up, and leaving the room briefly. He listened in a bit on his communicator, and re-entered the room.

Lying, but not obviously so, he said, "One of your comrades has confessed, Ms. Rhodes. This is your only chance to tell us anything before we allow the Doomanis to have their fun, Ms. Rhodes, and they are already working their magic on Mr. Lipschitz.."

Colonel Donovan
"Simply put, Mr. Donovan, you are a pawn, a toy soldier in your government's vendetta against the Sovereign League. They knew well enough that their mission would fail, the plane shot down, because all they want is five dead Kahanistani on the news, they want to kill billions of Whyatican civilians in some imagined vendetta against the Sovereign League. There are no civil rights abuses in Clandón. Your government manufactured that satellite intelligence." The interrogator said, noting that Donovan was slowly breaking down. No need to call in the Doomani...yet.

Unlike Lipshitz, Ulianov was not that accustomed to torture, and being nailed in this manner terrified him as it reminded him of the Doomani method of execution he'd heard about.

The Imperial Marine bellowed in pain as he was crucified to the table. "All right!" he yelled. "I'm an Imperial Marine! Major, serial IM-16071973-B." He had already endured the AD system for hours; the sudden escalation caused him to spill his guts. "We're here to get evidence of human rights abuses to the Kahanistanian government." He would have to recommend to the Supreme Soviet and the Defence Ministry that the AD's, which Kahanistan also possessed, for different purposes, be used to train soldiers to resist torture.

A search through the Kahanistan Imperial Marines web site for the serial number would reveal some information about Major Ulianov's military record. Nothing terribly impressive; he had fought in Xirnium, Neoma, and Torontia, he had been a company commander since the invasion of Xirnium a year and a half previously, and he was certified to drive tanks and pilot helicopters. Nothing would suggest him as spy material.

Major Rhodes, in the other chamber, choked back tears. If the Doomies were torturing one of them, then it was likely that he had already confessed. True, nobody in Kahanistan would take such a confession seriously, but the Whyaticans...

"I'm an officer in the Imperial Marines. A Major. Serial IM-16011976-B. Our mission was to enter Clandonia, mingle with the civilians, learn firsthand of human rights abuses, and return to Kahanistan with that information."

A search of her serial would reveal that she had served with the Directorate of Anti-Kraven Intelligence for roughly a year before transferring due to being emotionally unsuitable for exposure to Kraven atrocities. Prior service mainly included military policing duties and frontline infantry service.

Donovan shook his head. "Kahanistan would never do that. Even in our war with Kraven... we never target civilians, we are not a genocidal people. You are... ruthless."

"The most that would have happened would have been an attempt to free Clandonia. We have no problem with the Whyatican people, or the Doomani people. It's their government and military that are a threat to human civilisation."

"I'm supposing that I'll be released if I confess. I'm willing to tell you what you want to hear, that's the point of these... instruments, and the Doomanis. I am a Lieutenant Colonel in the Kahanistan Republic Guard. Serial RG-23061973-A. Our mission, as you probably already know from my less hardened comrades, was to gather evidence of crimes against humanity from Clandonia."

A search of his serial through the Republic Guard's website would show most of his military background was classified. However, he had attended various special forces schools over the years and had several citations from Brigadier General Igor Kaselev, one of the highest ranking intelligence officers in Kahanistan and currently in charge of D.A.K.I.

Lieutenant Sanchez took on an expression of shock and betrayal when the volume went back up. She began screaming incoherently and crying, she had cooperated and then been tortured again.

Captain Lipshitz, on the other hand, seemed resigned to his fate. He figured he would be sent back to Kahanistan broken in body, but his spirit would not be broken so easily. He would rather die than cooperate with the Doomies.

Major Ulianov
"That, is exactly what I want to hear, Major." the interrogator said, turning off the AD device. "Gas him. You know what to do." he said to the assistants, and they clamped a gas-mask with anaesthetic over the Major's face, knocking him out. He would remain under for the 22 hour flight from Clandón to Miana, where he would be brought back from the anaesthesia, and executed in the Miana Central Square.

"Take out the nails, sew him back up. Leave no proof of the torture. Get him on the plane in sixty minutes." the interrogator said, leaving the room and unmasking.

Major Rhodes
"Major, that is what I wanted to hear.." the interrogator said, again, flipping off the AD device. "We will send you and your comrades back to Kahanistan, Major, so until then...sleep tight." the interrogator said, clamping the gas mask over Major Rhodes' face, putting her fast asleep.

An army surgeon came into the room, with several syringes and various surgical tools on him. The interrogator said, "Lobotomy. Make sure she'll be fucked up for the rest of her life, this one is going back to Kahanistan. Sterilise the room before you do anything, we don't want her biting it from infection before the Kahanistanis get her.."

The two assistants left the room, and the doctor began the process of sterilising the interrogation room with one of his assistants. Disinfecting the room and sealing the door, the doctor finished the process almost as quickly as it began, and the interrogator and a Doomani man watched from behind the one-way window as the doctor inserted the ice pick through Major Rhodes eye socket, wiggling it around to damage as much of her frontal lobe as possible. Having finished his work rapidly, he cleaned up the little amount of blood and left. The doctor nodded to the interrogator and the Doomani, and hurriedly left the base.

The Doomani man said, "Damn. I wanted to have a piece of her..Kahanistani whores they all are."

"You'll get your chance, mate." the Whyatican interrogator said, "Odds are good Kahanistan'll be invaded, and there will be lots of executions for you.."

Colonel Donovan
"Thank you, Colonel, that is all we need to know." the interrogator said, slapping the gas mask over Donovan's face. As he fell to the anaesthesia, the two assistants picked him up, tossed him in a cart, and began dragging the cart to the small airfield that the MP base had. The interrogator left the room, headed back to the center to transmit the recording of the interrogation to Central HQ.

Lieutenant Sanchez
As Lieutenant Sanchez cried, it became apparent to the interrogator that she would have nothing of value, and he heard the faint voice in his ear telling him that the others had been broken and there was no need for Sanchez any longer.

He stood up, said, "You're going back to Kahanistan, Ms. Sanchez. Your comrades have confessed."

Instead of using the gas mask, the interrogator grabbed a blunt weapon from the rack and smashed it against the side of Lt. Sanchez's head, knocking her out and bloodying the weapon. He wiped it off, put it back on the rack, and checked the pulse of the Kahanistani to make sure that she wasn't actually dead. The assistants, as before, picked the woman up, tossed her in the cart, and brought her to the airfield..

(OOC: Forgive me for not being up to date on psychosurgery, but what exactly would the effects of a lobotomy be? I get that they cut up the pre-frontal lobe, but I don't know exactly what someone's mental or emotional capacity would be like after a lobotomy.)

Aboard the flight

Major Boris Ulianov stirred as his body metabolised the drugs the Whyaticans had administered to him. He was not fully conscious, but the turning of his head in the general direction of the Whyaticans might have tipped them that something was up. He was a strong man, as all Imperial Marines were; it was hardly inconceivable that he would come to on the flight...

In the airbase

One man and two women lay unconscious in another plane, ready to be ferried back to Kahanistan, unaware of the hideous fates that were to befall two of their comrades.

OOC:This was a joint post, by the way (Kahanistan supplying Lipshitz' actions and part of his lines)

Lipshitz

"You say you serve the Lord first, yet your actions say otherwise. Tell me, Mr. Lipshitz, if you truly do serve God first, why is it you serve a state that spills the blood of Believers in the name of Nonbelievers?"

Servius didn't give the Kahanistani time to respond; he tore the toe screw, the toe still trapped within its visceral grip, right off Lipshitz' foot and casually tossed it aside, quickly affixing another to the big toe on his right foot.

"I admit; we have our differences, our people, the Jews and Christians: it was your ancestors who slew our Savior, and I recognize that. However, I also recognize another fact: we worship the same God," he lectured in his normal benevolent tone, begining to turn the crank once more.

He seemed to be rather at home with this work: the expression on Servius' face since he had begun his rant had softened, "We are, as they say, people of the Book. And yet, for all that, who are your true enemies, Mr. Lipshitz?"

He increased the tension on the toe screw greatly; once more the bone began to crack amidst the unbearable pressure, and the Kahanistani was clearly under great distress,

"You and I, we worship the same God. Yet, for all that, you still choose to fight against us rather than the enemy that has been in front of you this entire time. Your government, Mr. Liphshitz. That land you call your country. This...democracy of yours...tell me, who is it that elects your leaders?"

He'd tightened the toe screw as much as he could; the big toe was no thicker than his pinky. By now, there was a small pool of blood circulating at the foot of the table; it flowed like a red stream down towards one of several drains designed for that very purpose. Casualy, he tore the toe off once more, casting it aside like a piece of trash. Unrelenting, he continued his torture.

Affixing another toe screw on Lipshitz' left foot, he hesitated to tighten it. He looked up for a moment, into the tormented eyes of his victim,

"You have no say in your government, brother. It is a farce; your lands are dominated by the heathen in number and you KNOW this to be true. You could not possibly hope to get a man with your views and with suffecient power as to shape the policy of your land in office. Oppression by the majority, Mr. Lipshitz."

He began to turn the knob more steadily this time; it slowly began to contract and did not stop even for a moment. He turned it...and turned it...and soon enough, he'd tightened it as much as he could.

He was far from finished with the toe screws; it would be another forty minutes before the last of Lipshitz' toes had been torn from his foot. Forty minutes straight of Servius spoonfeeding Lipshitz his view of things with no chance to refute his claims. In the state of agony Lipshitz was it, the words flowing from the mouth of this serpant could very well have been the truth. Indeed, Servius had quoted the Torah no less than sixteen times in his lecture to the helpless captive, backing up his claims with evidence from Lipshitz' own Holy Book...

When the last toe screw had been cast aside, Servius stood. His black t-shirt had been completely covered in blood, as had his hands and lower arms. Indeed, Lipshitz' blood trickled down the face of the Doomani torturer, and yet he seemed perfectly relaxed, as if he had merely gone swimming.

He said aloud to the Kahanistani: "My brother...I pray for your soul, for you do Satan's work!"

It seemed as if the entire reason the two had gathered there in the room had been completely forgotten; not once had Servius made any mention of Lipshitz mention, or of his comrades, or even of the Whyaticans. It seemed there were more important things at stake.

Turning back to the table upon which the instruments of torture were assembled, he selected the electric drill. Already having tested it before, he made sure once more. Squeezing the trigger again, the motor buzzed loudly and proudly, the serrated drill bit spinning at optimal rate. He grabbed the bucket of sulfur once more from the kettle, and brought it with him as he took up position once more at the foot of the table.

Setting the bucket down once more, he carefully dipped the drill bit in the sulfur and looked up at the now horribly weakened Lipshitz,

"My brother, I torment you not because you are my enemy; I torment you not through malice, nor hatred, nor sadism. I torment you out of compassion. All your life you have been lied to; blinded by your blasphemous leaders, you have unwittingly served the Devil. What I do to you now is the only way to salvation."

He knelt at the foot of the table and crossed himself before pressing the drill to the heel of Lipshitz left foot.

Our Father...Thy Will be done...

He squeezed the trigger; the motor buzzed as the drill spun rapidly, quickly tearing through the surface of the skin. Boiling sulfur seeped through the wound being rapidly torn into the flesh of the foot. Flesh and blood flew in every direction. It spattered all over Servius once more; within seconds, the drill hit bone. The grinding of the drill chewing through the bone of the heel was...sickening...and yet he continued.

For the first time, Lipshitz seemed to have broken down: he let loose a terrible scream as his foot was slowly destroyed. Unrelenting, Sevius pressed on. His victim was starting to break. He pulled the drill from the hole he'd make in the heel, and pressed it against the ball of Lipshitz' foot,

"Brother, have faith in the Lord, for He forgives!" he proclaimed before squeezing the trigger once more.

Again the drill buzzed loudly, and the flesh of the foot was torn and thrown about. He pressed in further, drilling in between the bones, and pulled out slightly, the trigger still depressed. Withdrawing it again, he rapidly plunged it into another area in the ball of Lipshitz foot before whipping it out once more.

He glanced up at his victim for a moment.

Just a bit more...

He took his finger from the trigger and dipped the drill bit into the boiling sulfur once more. Pressing it against the heel of Lipshitz' right foot, he roared,

"What sins have you commited against the Lord your God?"

He squeezed the trigger; once more the drill tore straight through the heel. This time Servius did it a bit more slowly; he took more time getting through the flesh of the heel, allowing the boiling sulfur and sheer shredding of the flesh to have maximum effect. As the drill began to scrape on the heel bone, Lipshitz screamed the words Servius had longed to hear:

"FORGIVE ME!"

At that instant, Servius took his finger off of the trigger. Rather than crudely tearing it out, he slowly removed the drill and gently set it down at the foot of the table. He rose to his feet and walked towards the head of the table, kneeling beside Lipshitz' head. He whispered into his ear,

"Brother, what have you done?"

A tear came to Lipshitz' eye. He'd been broken down physically and emotionally. The sheer amount of pain inflicted on him had totally skewed his mind; Servius' lecture, amidst his pain, had seemed so...truthfull...it made so much sense, and yet he'd been blind to it all!

"...they...I...they ordered me to spy for them...I willingly followed their command... Dear God, I'm so sorry..." he barely managed.

Servius placed his bloodied hand on Lipshitz' forehead,

"My brother, our God is a forgiving one! Fear not, for repentence is the path to salvation!"

Encouraged, Lipshitz, with what little strength was left in him, continued, "I knew not what I did when I joined them; the Special Combat Service..."

"And for that the Lord forgives you, my brother!"

Servius himself knew this unbaptized infidel, despite his reptentance, would be going to hell; he was a nonbeliever! A vile heathen! Perhaps, just maybe, Lipshitz would make it into Limbo...Servius prayed that this was so, for he saw that this man was genuinely sorry for his sins. And yet, for all that, he was still an infidel...

The style he'd used was typical Inquisition-style; although he himself had been an Imperial Army interrogator, more concerned with divulging information than confessions, he had trained with the Inquisition, an organization less concerned with beating intellegence information out of captives. They were superb at getting confessions from even the most stubborn of individuals, however.

Of course the confession had been recorded. It was all Servius had needed; he'd carried out his contract superbly. He'd broken a man the Whyaticans could not have possibly broken. What Servius had accomplished here may very well have created a valuable source of intellegence on the SCS; it was quite possible that even past the confession, Lipshitz, in his repentance, would be willing to supply information in repetence of his sins...

The Kahanistanian officer, tired from his torture and emotionally collapsed from being told repeatedly that his country was in the service of Satan, closed his eyes; his body had become numb in many areas, having suffered nerve damage from the implements of torture and being stimulated for hours on the AD system.

Captain Lipshitz quickly lost consciousness and sank into a deep state of rest. Even if he made it out of his situation alive, his mind was not that of the man who had gone in; he had been broken and persuaded that he was in fact a sinner. Whether the effects of his hellish experience would last or if it were merely a case of Stockholm Syndrome remained to be told...

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Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

Margaret Delray, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, sat at her desk, deep in thought. Would the Whyaticans really go to war over a few spies? She did not think so, but the Defense Ministry had moved to a DEFCON-YELLOW alert from DEFCON-BLUE.

In the sea in Al-Bahr, northwestern Kahanistan, the Republic Navy had just finished digging a huge trench one hundred meters deep. This trench was clearly intended to hold something big, and the extra drydock under construction bore out that suspicion; it was being built day and night.

The ships that had been ordered from Isselmere would be weeks away, but the Valens Line was receiving more supplies than usual from Kahanistanian factories, and millions of people who had not fled Kraven, but feared the Sovereign League after its destruction of Nova Brittania, left Kahanistan by car, truck, and plane.

Remembering MassPwnage's policy of shooting down fleeing civilian aircraft, the airlines slashed their prices to encourage more people to flee while they still could. Things were heating up with the Sovereign League, but Kahanistan was not going to fire the first shot, at least not unless they had those ships.

Throughout Kahanistan, air raid drills were being conducted throughout the nation, and armed civilians trained with their AK-47's, AK-101's, M-16's, and other high-grade assault weapons. Few expected war to break out, but the Ministry was on alert and it wasn't for nothing; fifty million were expected to flee.

Flight Number A191C from Danskeran, Imperial Clandón to Miana, Whyatica
A guard watching the Kahanistani prisoners noticed Ulianov waking up, and debated his options. He could get someone to inject more drugs in the Kahanistani major, or he could whack the man and knock him back out.

"Ain't supposed to wake up yet." the guard said, as he smashed Ulianov in the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking him out again. He then looked a little bit at the Major, and walked over to a communicator panel on the wall, and said, "Get a staff doctor down to the brig, we need to inject more anaesthetic in Major Ulianov. He woke up briefly but I knocked him back out. Over."

The communicator panel lit up with, "Roger. Sending a staff doctor. Over."

A few minutes later, a doctor entered the brig with two syringes, both filled with an anaesthetic that would keep the major down for another fifteen hours, precisioned to his exact body chemistry now that they'd had time to study him. The prisoner would not awaken again until he was on the execution square, with a number of horrific devices in front of him..

Six hours left until the plane reached Miana..

This time, Major Ulianov laid down for the count. He slept like a baby for the rest of the trip.

The other prisoners who were to return home were still fast asleep; if the plane was much longer taking off, they would likely wake before they got back to Kahanistan.

OOC:This is fluid-time: All 5 prisoners are here, even though Doom is still interrogating Lipschitz. So Doom can finish his interrogation, because the entire thing happened before this part.
Miana International Airport
The C-1 Stormbringer transport touched down bumpily on a runway in the largest airport in mainland Whyatica, with one and a half hours to go before the prisoners would awaken from their drug-induced slumber. As the transport plane taxiied to a halt, armed Imperial soldiers loaded the prisoners into an armoured truck in the hold of the C-1. The cargo bay ramp dropped out, and the driver of the truck took it out of the C-1, and through the airport. Seeing as it is military traffic, they do not have to pass through airport security, and can instead head directly out of the airport through the side gates. However, the truck made one quick stop, first: At a different transport plane, one particular prisoner, Major Rhodes, was offloaded. This other plane would be headed directly back to Kahanistan..

The armoured truck with the other four prisoners advanced to the main town square in Miana, reserved today for this special occasion. Hundreds of Imperial fighting men stood on guard around the square, which caused yet more of a crowd, as people knew that something big was going to happen when there were guards at the square. The infantry pushed out a path for the truck as it advanced through the crowd, backed up, and the back door opened. Bulky infantrymen each carried one of the Kahanistanis onto the main square, and another truck pulled up with the equipment necessary. Among them: A large industrial laser, a small centrifuge, and various other machines to kill the four Kahanistanis before the crowd.

The crowd oohd and aahd as the prisoners were carried onto the square, and strapped to a large metal plate. Colonel Lipschitz, for example, could not carry his own weight - the extent of his torture prevented him from moving any of his extremities, so his limbs were limp. The anaesthetic would just be coming off of everyone, and an official speaker came up to a microphone on the square.

"My friends and companions, we have been attacked. These four communists have spied on our glorious Empire for too long, and the great and powerful Imperial Army has caught them, attempting to enter Clandón. They have been sentenced to death, my friends, and you get the pleasure of watching our communist enemies die today like the dogs they are."

The industrial laser was being placed into position and powered up, and the favoured method of execution, James Bond style, would be used for two of the four spies.

Overhead, one could see the transport plane with Major Rhodes in it, headed back to Kahanistan..

Four Kahanistanian officers in civilian dress appeared in Miana, Whyatica, not that they knew where they were, and some barely seemed to care. Captain Lipshitz, for example, no longer cared what happened to him after his torture. Major Ulianov was pumped so full of drugs he barely knew who he was; he was conscious now, but still very groggy. He had to be prodded forward.

Colonel Donovan was probably the only one still ambulatory after the ordeals. He was certainly the only one able to go to the square unforced. He made only one statement.

"No human rights violations, you say?" He spoke calmly, as if he had been the one lobotomised.

Meanwhile, Lieutenant Sanchez was crying pitifully. Emotionally unable to walk, she would have to be literally dragged by the Whyaticans to the square. She had never expected to come to an end like this when she had joined Kahanistan Military Intelligence as a computer warfare specialist. She had always thought the worst that could happen to her was a bunker buster on top of a command bunker with her in it, nothing worse than the danger a civilian was in facing MassPwnage.

---

Aboard the plane back to Kahanistan, a lone woman lay barely conscious, her frontal lobe with moderate to severe damage; if the Whyaticans did this routinely, the damage would be quite severe. She would no longer be emotionally unsuitable for DAKI work, but few would want her as an officer...

The young woman lay on a cot in the plane, still dressed in the civilian business suit of the journalist she had hoped to pass as. As her eyes fluttered and the light entered them, she knew she was in flight somewhere...

Miana Square, Whyatica
An Imperial soldier put a gag on Colonel Donovan, so he wouldn't speak any longer, and the execution team aimed the industrial laser at him.

"Colonel Donovan, you have been convicted of high crimes against the Empire in absentia, and sentenced to death. Communist spies, none of you will be permitted the luxury of your last words. This is a sign, to all people who would have our Empire brought down, that the Emperor reigns over these lands and the evils of Communism will never touch this ground." the speaker said, and the execution team gave him a thumbs up. The guards evacuated, and the laser, normally used for cutting thick metal in industry, would be used for the favoured method of execution by the Imperial Democracy - James Bond style. Otherwise known as "No, I expect you to die!", it was fairly well painful, and allowed for the Imperial authorities to send one half of the executed to the family, and one half elsewhere, if necessary.

"Execute." the speaker said, and the industrial laser activated, starting from the crotch, slowly burning through his body, killing him as it severed his body vertically in half.

This process was repeated for the rest of them, the other devices there for show. The two halves were quickly brought off the square, put in preservative fluids, and sent back to Kahanistan. One half for the government, one half for the family..

Flight X192A from Miana International Airport to Kahanistan
The flight was one hour away from reaching Kahanistan, and it activated it's transponder to allow Kahanistan's air traffic control to know that the plane is unarmed, on a mission to drop prisoners off...

Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

The Soviet Republic had not received the body parts of the Kahanistanian soldiers, and Dr. Delray was still hoping for a peaceful resolution for the situation. She had just finished talking to a tearful woman who had begged her to help get her husband back in one piece.

"You've got to help me get Ehud back," the woman had sobbed bitterly. "What will I do with my baby, tell him that his daddy's gone?"

"I'll do everything I can to get your husband back, Mrs. Lipshitz," Delray had said. She had held the woman closely against her. "Everything."

Great would be her horror in the impending few hours...

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Kahanistanian ATC

"I ought to shoot you down, right-wing bastards, it would teach you a lesson," the Kahanistanian air traffic controller snarled. "A civilian plane for a civilian plane. But I won't, we have our own prisoners on that, and Defense Minister Kasagawa would kick my ass if I killed them. You have permission to land," the ATC continued. His voice displayed the fact that he would love nothing more than shooting some Whyaticans out of the sky and torturing them to death for revenge. Kahanistanians took civilian casualties very seriously.

The Kahanistanian grudgingly allowed the Whyaticans to land.

Kahanistani Airport
Judging by how their presence was not very well liked in Kahanistan, the guards quickly prepared the prisoner. They would escort her out of the plane into Kahanistani customer, and run back into the plane and get the hell back to Whyatica. If a rogue surface-to-air missile operator happened to decide to shoot the Imperial plane down...there would be hell to pay for the Kahanistanis, but the pilot and air crew opted to save their skins first.

The plane slowed down to a stop on the tarmac, and a boarding ramp dropped down. Two Imperial fighting men left the plane, armed, followed by Major Rhodes, looking vaguely disoriented and silent. Two other Imperial fighting men flanked her, and they moved in box formation to an airport gate, where they left her with a pair of Kahanistani guards. They moved very, very quickly back into the plane, which was getting ready to turn around and head back to Kahanistan. They wanted to get the hell out of this place before some rogue man opted to shoot them down..

Thirty minutes later
The plane had been readied, and communicated to the ATC that it was lifting off and heading back to Imperial Whyatica. Also, there was a succinct reminder that any hostile actions against the airplane would be considered a declaration of war against the Imperial Democracy, and would have a response in kind. The transport's jet engines powered up, and it lifted off from the tarmac, getting the hell out of Dodge, so to speak..

(I'm using a lot of information from http://lobotomy.info to get an idea of the effects of moderate damage to the frontal lobe.)

As much as many of the Kahanistanians would have loved to blast the imperialist pigs out of the sky and disband the Sovereign League by force, one simply did not shoot unarmed people, even soldiers; it wasn't the way of the Soviet Republic. The Whyatican plane was allowed to leave safely, in a show of immense restraint. Had they known what else was soon to come, it was unlikely the Whyaticans would have been allowed to leave alive.

The two Kahanistanian guards, one man and one woman in gray urban combat uniforms, took Major Rhodes by the hands and walked her to their APC. The male guard sat in the front seat with her while the female marine sat in the back, her IMI Tavor cradled in her arms.

"What happened, Major?" asked the driver. "In Clandonia."

The woman looked lazily back at him. She took a second to answer, apparently thinking. Then, she spoke.

"We were shot down. We were taken to a facility."

"Well, I figured that," said the man.

"They used a... heat ray on us," said Major Rhodes. She did not have a lot of familiarity with the AD system. She spoke emotionlessly.

The woman marine behind them spoke up. "Can't you see she's traumatized? We should get her to the base and talk to her there."

They continued on the way to the nearest Imperial Marine base.

OOC:It's unlikely she'd remember a whole lot about her ordeal. She'd probably remember vague information, "They used a heat ray on us.." but it's not likely she'd remember intimate details or...anything else, for that matter. But other than that, go for it.

Parliamentary Session
"Esteemed members of Parliament," Prime Minister David R. McMillin said over a microphone in the parliament chambers. The massive chambers housed all 225 members of Parliament, a large speaker array carrying McMillin's voice to every set of ears in the chambers.

"You are all very aware of the situation with the Kahanistani spies. Four of them were executed in Miana Square this morning, and the fifth was sent back to Kahanistan, although she remembers little of her capture and release. It is very well known among us that Kahanistan is openly hostile to our intentions, and this air traffic message to our unarmed transport sending their soldier back is proof of such." McMillin said, pressing a button on his computer.

"I ought to shoot you down, right-wing bastards, it would teach you a lesson," the Kahanistanian air traffic controller snarled, his voice captured from the transport plane's logs. "A civilian plane for a civilian plane."

McMillin cut the log off, and said, "Intelligence agents in Kahanistani have reported that the Kahanistani government has purchased several trillion dollars worth of new combat vessels, with which to pre-emptively strike us. We must fight the Kahanistani communists in their lands, before they attempt to attack ours."

An MP from Caladan Island stood up, turned on his mic, and said, "Prime Minister. I believe the Kahanistanis have pressing problems to deal with, such as the Kraven Corporation invasion of their homeland. Why should we attempt to push ourselves into a land that will likely be destroyed again?"

"Thank you for the question. Now, why must we allow an injustice to stand against us? The Kraven Corporation will move out of our way or we will shove them out of our way. Kahanistan must fall!" the Prime Minister said, and the Libertarian Party stood up and gave a standing ovation. They would vote with him essentially no matter what he asked for, and McMillin stood patiently while he waited for the ovation to cease.

"Now, friends, I will leave the evidence of communist aggression to you to deliberate upon." the Prime Minister said, and left the podium..

(OOC: I'll finish this post when I'm not lazy)

Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

Presidential Palace

It was a dark and stormy night. Well, it was a dark and stormy night, and the Negev Desert city did not get many of those. The thunderous roars and rain falling from way above the 150-story apartment towers that epitomised Kahanistanian cities alluded grimly to the discoveries the Soviet Republic would make that day.

In the darkness of the palace, President Marcellus Valens paced nervously through the voluminous corridors that he had not explored since taking office. The huge man, towering at seven feet tall and weighing over three hundred pounds, made distinctly audible footfalls with each step he took. The old general dressed in long johns and a robe would have made a comical sight, if the mood were any less gloomy.

The old man could not sleep tonight. He had so many axes to grind; with the Freeks, the Pwnagians, the Doomani... now, the Whyaticans. He was furious with the Whyaticans. They had shown that they had no interest in diplomacy.

A knock came at the door to the palace. Who in Jupiter's name could be calling at this hour? A male voice said, "We're with the Najaster Police Department. We got some bodies, we think they might be the people you wanted, they're pretty bad, though." This was followed by a large lid being moved and a woman's scream.

Valens recognised the scream as the voice of the Presidential Security Director, Major Mara Fulton. He followed the anguished wail and sounds of crying to the entrance to the Palace. There she was, a tall, slender, pretty woman in military uniform, her head in her hands and tears streaming down her face. She wasn't just crying, she was wailing. This must be something pretty terrible, to make her react like that.

The civilian police officer had placed his arms around the officer to calm her. It did not seem to be having much of an effect. Valens lifted another lid and came face to face with the gruesome sight of a man whose bones had been crushed and who had been sawn in half. As the 71-year-old President's brain absorbed this display of Doomani barbarity, his legs gave out from under him and he fell to the ground, choking for air. Within seconds the President was unconscious.

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President suffers heart attack!

NAJASTER, Kahanistan (AP) - President Marcellus Valens, the commander of Kahanistanian forces in every major war since the Invasion of Xirnium, is in critical condition in Najaster General Hospital after suffering an apparent heart attack.

Valens, 71, has not yet regained consciousness, but a spokesperson from the Palace says the heart attack was caused by a gruesome discovery last night at the palace.

"There were bodies, several of them, sawed in half," said Presidential Security director Major Mara K. Fulton. "It's really painful... for me to go into."

Foreign Minister Margaret Delray had more to say on the matter. "The existence of these corpses shows that the Whyaticans do not care for diplomacy. This brutal act is an expression of Whyatican terrorism, and the Soviet Republic will not stand for it."

During the President's illness, Vice President Khalid bin Abdullah al-Omari will assume the duties of the President. If Valens dies, al-Omari will become President and appoint a Vice President to sit until the next election.

---

Two days later

Hall of the Supreme Soviet

Senator Maribel Crowley held photographs of the body of Captain Ehud Lipshitz. The government's halves of the bodies were sent to the families to be glued back together by the morticians.

"As you can see from the photographs, or on pretty much any anti-Doomani website, this man was subjected to the screws, an Inquisition-era torture Kahanistanian Intelligence believes is still practiced in Doomingsland."

"I do not believe Doomingsland is responsible," said Mohammed bin Abdul Haram, the 106-year-old Senator who had been in office since most of the rest of the Supreme Soviet were in diapers.

The wizened old man continued. "Our intelligence did not detect any Doomani warships or vehicles in the area. I believe the Whyaticans did this to try to push us into a war with Doomingsland we are ill-equipped to win. No matter who wins, Whyatica would win. A Doomani victory means no more flights over Clandonia. A Kahanistanian victory means one of the world's most despicable regimes is toppled. From where they're sitting, it's win-win."

Senator Nikolai Vorinov frowned at the old man. "Mr. Abdul Haram, your insights are generally reasonable, and this is no exception... but do we really stand a chance against the Imperium Doomanum?"

The old man looked back at Vorinov, a veteran of the Pwnage war. "I believe we do, if war can be delayed until the ships arrive. Besides, we won't be attacking Doomingsland. First, we should see how the Whyaticans respond to the Foreign Minister's letter. We should let the Sovereign League strike first, then and only then should we consider a declaration of war."

Senate President Jean-Francois de la Tour shook his head. "Are you saying that we should wait now? They will hit us in days, and we already have the proof of human rights abuses in our possession, we sent it to the families. Photographs of it are on every web server from Allanea to Zukariaa. I think the world knows who the bad guys are. Right now, Mr. Abdul Haram, the Sovereign League is doing just that to Clandonian dissidents. Right now, the Silver Sky and Whyatica are licking Doomani balls. Right now, Clandonia is a hellhole even worse than when its old government was in power. And you want to wait for them to come to us?"

"If they are to fall, they must come to us, Mr. de la Tour. When they come to us, they will be forced to lift their blockade of Clandonia to attack us, they will have to move farther away from their supply lines to reach us, and the Clandonians will be free. All we need to do is hold them off at Kahanistan. Nazmareh's fleet has held Kraven off for three months, I think once the ships arrive from Isselmere, we can send Kraven AND the Sovereign League packing."

"All in favour of this senile old geezer's rambling?" asked Jean-Francois de la Tour.

The Supreme Soviet voted, 1132 to 1868, against declaring war on the Sovereign League at this time.

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DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan condemns in the strongest terms acceptable in polite diplomatic discourse the despicable imperialist regime in Clandonia, and its utterly barbaric disregard for human rights.

Such torturous and sadistic methods employed against prisoners prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Clandonia is now ruled by lawless brutes whose only method of rule is through terror.

The Whyatican occupiers of Clandonia have shown themselves to be indistinguishable in their uncivilised behaviour from the barbarous Freekish regime.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

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Imperial Marine base, west of Najaster

Major Andrea Rhodes lay in the infirmary. She appeared to be traumatised; she spoke little and showed about as much emotion as Mr. Spock from Star Trek. Previously, she had been very caring indeed, and very friendly. Now, she was little more than a shell of her former self.

"OK, Andrea," said the doctor as he prepared an X-ray to check for injuries or mistreatment. He took one look at the brain.

"Dear God..."

"What?" asked a technician.

"Her brain... the frontal lobe is mangled pretty bad. Look at her eyes, see if you see anything unusual."

"Looks like someone stabbed her in the face, and just missed gouging out her eye."

"No..." said the doctor. "I didn't know they still did those..."

"They don't. Not in Kahanistan."

"Oh, no... you don't mean..."

"What?" asked the patient curiously.

"Major, I don't know how to tell you this," said the technician. "You've been lobotomised."

"What?" she repeated evenly. She was not familiar with psychosurgery, and she had a degree in psychology. It simply wasn't something Kahanistanian psychologists were taught, except in optional history classes.

"It's something that went out of vogue in the '60's," said the doctor. "Basically, scrambling the front part of your brain to make you less emotional, but in this case I think the Whyaticans did it to make you lose your memory. There's something that they don't want us to know... not that it matters, we have plenty of evidence of human rights violations as it is, like the bodies of your friends arriving at the Presidential Palace. Gave the President a heart attack."

The medical personnel continued talking to the woman for hours. They wanted to know if she had any memory at all of what happened. They put her under hypnosis, and didn't get much more than vague references to the Doomani.

Chambers of Parliament
"Mister Speaker, I do not believe this is a just war," the only Communist MP stood up, screaming. "The Kahanistanis have done nothing to us, nothing-"

"Silence! Another outburst like that and I will have you removed!" the speaker of Parliament said, casting a glance in the general direction of Boris Stossel of the Whyatican Worker's Party. Nobody liked Boris, because he tended to get up and scream at the other MPs when they disagreed with him (which curiously was the vast majority of the time).

"We have debated this issue for several hours. We must now issue the official vote. Will every Libertarian MP stand up?" the elderly speaker mumbled, and the non-indicted Libertarians stood up. All but thirty-five of the Libertarian MPs had been indicted in a massive fraud investigation, however, the law did not provide for a change of government until the MPs had been convicted. However, the sixty indicted MPs could not vote, being that they were currently in Mianan Central Prison.

"All those in favour?"

The MPs in favour pressed an electronic controller signifying their approval, 34-1 in favour. Unsurprising, although the Libertarian Party would not be happy with the one man who voted against it.

This process dragged on and on with the next largest party, the Classical Liberal party, and then from there, the smaller parties that didn't tend to matter, and the final vote -- 114 to 111 in favour of declaring war on the Democratic Socialist Republic of Kahanistan. This would not be an especially popular war with the public, despite the new propaganda being printed by the army about the Communist atrocities in Kahanistan. Everyone knew the K'stani were commies, but did they really commit these things? The people were thinking for themselves, which isn't healthy for the nation. The Parliament also voted to, instead of releasing a long, flowery speech, instead release a short press release to the major press and nothing else..

Imperial Democracy Declares War on DSRK
The Imperial Democracy of Whyatica today voted in Parliament to issue a declaration of war against the Democratic Socialist Republic of Kahanistan. The 9th Strategic Fleet will be deployed to Kahanistan to annex the land, unless the Kahanistanis opt to surrender to Imperial Whyatica. The Imperial Democracy's allies in the Alliance for the Preservation of Civilisation may follow the Imperial Democracy in this matter, but they may not. The Kahanistani have committed numerous offenses against the Imperial forces in Clandón, as well as in the other colonial territories.

Roughly 600 km from Kahanistan

For four long months, the Republic Navy had held off a Kraven warfleet four times its size, this feat aided in no small part to the Praetonian-built Royal Sovereign class Super Dreadnaught.

Aboard the flagship RKS Imperator Marum, Fleet Admiral Raghad Nazmareh received notification that the Whyaticans were preparing for an invasion of Kahanistan, and Doomani forces had been spotted in northern Africa. However, Nazmareh's fleet, down to 250 warships, was in no position to attack either force, and defense against an enemy whose goal was to exterminate was more important than fighting a mere land-grabber like Whyatica. After all, the Whyaticans couldn't possibly want the Negev Desert badly enough to lose large numbers of troops in a long bloody war.

Nazmareh had a bad feeling about the Doomies, though. She had fought their ally MassPwnage before, and had been nearly killed by a Pwnage missile because her flagship at the time was about 60 years behind Pwnage technology. This was not true of the Royal Sovereign she now had as her flagship. However, they were badly outnumbered...

The only other Kahanistanian warships in the area were 15 mothballed Firestorm III arsenal ships purchased from Clan Smoke Jaguar, about sixteen each of Isselmerian-made Castle class cruisers and Sianach class destroyers, and about forty Tichy class submarines. They would be able to inflict damage against the Whyatican fleet, and would be needed against that threat. The Doomani forces... they would have to be left to the ground and air forces of the Soviet Republic.

Al-Tahrir, Kahanistan

This southwestern Kahanistanian city near the Egyptian border was relatively peaceful. Strategically unimportant, it had sustained minimal damage in the numerous wars Kahanistan had fought.

General LeMar Thompson, commander of Army Group Theta, permanently assigned to this city, was in command of 400,000 men and women who would defend the city against imperialistic APOC invaders. Although he himself was a Catholic, he hated the Doomani as much as they hated his country.

The general looked around the city. Tall apartment buildings 150 stories high screamed, "We don't have any land!" to would-be imperialists as they held upwards of 100,000 people in smallish apartments. Streets eight lanes wide and freeways thirty-two or sixty-four lanes between cities, fat with cars in this nation of over three and a half billion, further exemplified Kahanistan's overcrowding problem. But to General Thompson, this was a wonderful country where he had been born and raised and accepted.

And he would defend it with every drop of blood in his old body. He prayed to Jesus to give him and his people the force of will to drive the oppressors from his land. Throughout the city, defenses originally constructed to repel a possible Kraven incursion were reinforced with BM-30 Katyusha MRLS in addition to the 210mm Al Fao SPG's and Merkava IV MBT's that now formed roadblocks into the city. Knowing the Doomani would not care about harming civilian targets, the general had the defenses within the city skeleton-crewed while the bulk of the defenders concentrated on keeping the enemy out of the city. While everyone and their uncle owned an assault rifle, not everyone was trained, and against the Doomani an ill-trained hick or insurgent would stand little chance.

Within the city, most of the defenses consisted of roving MRLS, helicopter gunships, F-35 JSF's, and S-400 AA. These traveled through the city in the same manner as civilian traffic, only that these would fire on approaching enemy forces.

Defense Minister Kasagawa had finally had her way; even schools and hospitals were now allowed to be used as launching pads for AA. However, this would not be implemented and weapons fired from such important civilian facilities until the enemy showed a willingness to attack civilian facilities that were not so protected.

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Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

Najaster General Hospital

President Marcellus Valens remained unconscious in the hospital. His faithful security commander had assumed personal responsibility for his safety in the hospital. The young woman was suffering from her own emotional distress; one of the people who had been killed by the Whyaticans was someone she had worked with while trying to break into Amestrian computers several months earlier.

Fulton held the unconscious leader's hand while he lay comatose, various IV's pumping into the war hero's body. A tear ran down the woman's face as she sat with him, not wanting to give one of the doctors a chance to finish him off in the hospital. She had hand-picked the security detail that kept a 24-hour watch over the President. Whether her criteria were loyalty to Valens or loyalty to her personally was left unanswered.

Meanwhile, Vice President Khalid bin Abdullah al-Omari gave a speech to the Kahanistanian people.

"People of Kahanistan, people of the civilized world, we are in our greatest trial since the Freekish aggression against Kahanistan. The Whyaticans are invading us for flying a plane into occupied territory. Listen again to me. The Whyaticans... are invading us... because we flew an unarmed plane. Into territory they had occupied. They are doing this because we have exposed something vile going on, something that they did not want exposed, and that is that the Whyatican state is ruled by brute beasts who have no desire to improve human rights, contrary to the outrageous lies perpetrated as being its casus belli for the occupation it now carries out! That's right, they went into a state for abusing human rights, and they... abused human rights."

"This display of blatant hypocrisy will find its way into Kahanistan; they want to make war with us and impose their will through force! This war exposes naked to the world exactly what they were covering up all this time: what was behind the no-fly zone in Clandonia. They won't stop at shooting down one plane to silence the truth, now they plan to tell every single Kahanistanian the same 'truth' when they occupy us! But Kahanistan will never be silenced!"

"Now, I call upon the Whyatican people to actually read their government's declaration of war against Kahanistan, and I quote: 'The Imperial Democracy of Whyatica today voted in Parliament to issue a declaration of war against the Democratic Socialist Republic of Kahanistan.' It's Soviet, not Socialist, but never mind that. 'The 9th Strategic Fleet will be deployed to Kahanistan to annex the land, unless the Kahanistanis opt to surrender to Imperial Whyatica.' Yes indeed. Mr. and Mrs. Billy Joe-Bob Whyatican, your government wants to annex us as part of your Empire, and they don't even have the 'human rights' angle to play here, we have intervened in many situations of human rights violations. Anyone who knows anything about Kahanistan will know that. Your government is killing your sons and daughters because they want to punish us for exposing the abuses that were going on in Clandonia. Does anyone seriously think that this is about the land? 'The Imperial Democracy's allies in the Alliance for the Preservation of Civilisation may follow the Imperial Democracy in this matter, but they may not. The Kahanistani have committed numerous offenses against the Imperial forces in Clandón, as well as in the other colonial territories.' Now, they resort to outright chicanery. It wasn't 'numerous offenses,' it was one incursion into Clandonia to document evidence of human rights abuses."

"Finally, I ask the individual states of the Sovereign League, if any of them have any genuine regard for human rights, to condemn the Whyatican government for its obvious warmongering efforts against the Soviet Republic."

The Kahanistanian people in the crowd cheered the Vice President and shouted with joy. People fired AK-47's into the air and many screamed, "Allah Akbar!" at the top of their lungs. Al-Omari's speech was recorded and translated into the various languages of APOC.

OOC: I suggest we make a new thread for this...

Western Egypt

For weeks preceding the Whyatican declaration of war on the Democratic Soviet Republic of Kahanistan, the Imperium Doomanum had been massing troops in Western Egypt. They were unusually close to the Kahanistani border- and now it was all painfully obvious why that was. Doomanum and Kahanistan, ever since the Vizion War, had been locked in a state of perpetual cold war. Along with MassPwnage, it was the Imperium Doomanum who had originally dealt the Kahanistani Navy one of its most humiliating defeats.

The two nations’ ideologies were virtually polar opposites: Doomanum was a capitalist Imperial theocratic Catholic dictatorship, while Kahanistan, on the other hand, was a predominantly secular democratic socialist state. Ever since his father had waged war on the Kahanistanis, Emperor Maximus III had long planned for the destruction of what he saw as an obstacle for one of the most important prizes he could ever hope to lay claim to: Jerusalem.

The Holy City lay just a few dozen miles from the Kahanistani border to its south; thus the Kahanistanis were certain to be a thorn in the side of any ambitions to take Jerusalem. It was for this reason that he had been eager to assist his cousin, Emperor Paulus of Whyatica, in waging war on the DSRK. Ever since the incident of the shoot-down of the Kahanistani “civilian” aircraft over Clandonia, Classis Misenensis, the Imperial Eastern Mediterranean Fleet, had been on maximum alert in its patrols around Egypt.

Of course Imperial commanders knew well in advance that war with Kahanistan was soon to be at hand- it had been planned for so long that they’d be virtually useless if they did not know. What surprised many was the arrival of Caesar Maximus a few days earlier. When he’d showed up, everyone then knew that war was absolutely certain. They were going to go ahead with it- with or without the Whyaticans. In this case it would be with rather than without, and that simplified things for Caesar’s troops greatly.

In total, nearly one million men had been amassed in Egypt- a token force considering the holy mission they were about to undertake.

The vast majority of this force consisted of mechanized and armored units. This was a desert war, and so the Doomani would be sure to relish in the sort of combat they’d been bred for.

Maximus stared across the vast open desert stretched before him. Sitting atop his command tank and peering through a pair of electronic binoculars, he could see across the border- five miles away from his current position –into Kahanistan. As of right now he really could not see anything…the occasional cloud of dust from a vehicle. That was it. Simply miles and miles of…nothing.

He set down the binoculars beside him. This was how so many battles had started- dead silence. And so it would be today. Of course, when that silence was broken, it would be truly spectacular…

It would be just a few more minutes until His Holiness delivered the address before massive crowds in St. Michael’s Square. When the Crusade had officially been called for, Emperor Maximus III, Defender of the Faith, would be well within his rights to commence Operation Silva. Operation Silva, the code name for the invasion of Kahanistan, was named for Lucius Flavius Silva, the Roman Procurator of Judea during the Great Jewish Revolt, who had brutally crushed that rebellion, ushering forth the Diaspora.

Mounted atop the roof of Maximus’ Imperator tank was a small LCD monitor. Right now it was turned to the news…word of Pope Innocent VI’s impending speech had evidently leaked out, and subsequently every channel being broadcasted in Doomani-occupied territories had been interrupted in honor of this most important event. Suddenly all went silent- Innocent VI took his position at the balcony at St. Michael’s Cathedral, high above a seemingly endless sea of people.

Doomani units massed along the border had all tuned their radios in to this important speech, for they knew what was to come,

” Brothers and sisters,
Long have the Children of God awaited the time that they could return to the Holy Land in peace. Long have the lands that Christ Himself once treaded upon been desecrated by the unbaptized, the unclean, the infidel! For far too long has the Holy City of Jerusalem been under heathen occupation!

Brothers and sisters, I say to you we have liberated this sacred place before, and yet for the longest time it has lived under the tyrannical reign of Muslim infidels and blasphemous Jews. This cannot be allowed any longer! By allowing the infidel to desecrate these hallowed lands, we not only disgrace the names of the martyrs who died to save it from sin- we disgrace our Lord, Jesus Christ!

I call upon the Faithful to take up joyful arms in the Name of God. I call upon the Believers to take up the Cross; I call upon them to make glorious pilgrimage in arms to the Holy Land to liberate the place of Christ’s birth! To free the place of Christ’s death!

Journey now to the Holy City, and cleanse it of the sins of the unbeliever with the blood of the heathen! Let pagan blood flow like a river through the filthy streets of Jerusalem to wash away the sins of the infidel!

At the head of the Armies of Satan are the vile hordes of Kahanistan. These vile pagans, whose domain lies mere miles from the Holy City, callously infest the lands of the righteous with their decadence and evil. They honor Satan above all! Why is it, then, that they have been allowed to exist in this world of God for so long? No more I say! These blasphemers must be shown the light, or they shall be cleansed upon a mighty pyre!

To the Faithful that answer this Call for Crusade, I say to you: To Jerusalem! For the Glory of God! In the name of our Savior, Jesus Christ, slit the throat of the heathen and make the barren land fertile with their blood!

DEUS VULT!”

Maximus was greatly moved by this. Once more he lead the Holiest of Missions; today, he went on Crusade!

”DEUS VULT!” he roared at the top of his lungs. His voice carried on for miles; responding to his mighty roar were another million faithful Legionaries massed along the Kahanistani border, roaring Deus Vult so that even the Kahanistanis could hear.

”To Jerusalem!” he roared again.

The tank’s engine started up, and it began to lurch forwards across the desert. All around Caesar, as far as the eye could see, massive clouds of sand were kicked up as thousands of tanks and armored vehicles emerged from their hiding places, surging forth across the desert towards the border.

The thundering of guns could be heard in the distance behind them as the artillery began to open fire on the few border patrols that the Kahanistanis had in place. Initially they would be met with minimal resistance…


High above the advancing mechanized monsters, the Imperial Air Force commenced its own attack. Acredula medium bombers equipped with long-range anti-radiation missiles, operating from within Doomani territory, launched their payloads at targets within Kahanistan: SAM sites, RADAR, radio towers, communications arrays, and command and control centers.

This was all to pave the way for the vast amount of close air support that was to accompany the armored spearhead. Along side the armor came vast formations of Aquila air superiority fighters- aircraft that nearly ten years before had utterly humiliated Kahanistan’s naval air arm. Since that fateful war they’d been vastly upgraded.

Off the Egyptian coast, Classis Misenensis began its own phase of the attack. Long range ATL-75G cruise missiles were launched in vast quantities: nearly ten thousand missiles in the first twenty minutes of the war alone. These were targeted at Kahanistan’s infrastructure: oil pipelines, air bases, roads, water treatment plants, telecommunications and broadcasting facilities, power plants, and roads, as well as visible military assets, such as armored formations and static units.

These were equipped with a variety of payloads: the airbases were targeted with tarmac-destroying cluster munitions and mines as well as penetrating munitions for destroying hardened hangars and munitions bunkers, high explosive warheads for demolishing other structures, even chemical laced explosive warheads for the targeting of water treatment plants, to ensure the enemy’s water supply would be poisoned after the treatment plants had been neutralized.

The fighters, meanwhile, assisted by ground and air based RADAR, LIDAR, LADAR, and infrared on the Doomani side of the border, launched medium range air-to-air missiles, which took data from all of these external factors as well as from their own internalized infrared and RADAR equipment, which would not activate until they were within twenty or so miles of the targets. By then it would be too late: the missiles would be in their terminal stage, and the enemy pilots would have mere seconds to react to the missiles as they gave away their positions with the activation of their sensors.

The fighters, on the other hand, kept their RADAR switched off, making maximum use of their superb stealth. In all likelihood, the Kahanistanis would not even see the Aquilas before they launched their missiles, and after the launches they would simply fade away, splitting off in different directions to prevent any counter-launches. A total of six-hundred land-based fighters launched six missiles each, cruising at mach four, from one hundred-twenty miles away (in many cases crossing the border in order to get in range of various targets).

In the mean time, heavy, long-range land-based SAMs began to sniff out enemy AWACS aircraft. Equipped with powerful scramjet engines, and guided via the passive RADAR receivers and RADAR of friendly AWACS and ground stations, they would home in on enemy AWACS using the enemy’s own RADAR emissions, as well as friendly RADAR.

Space warfare, however, would be left to the Whyaticans…

Initially, the Imperial ground advance had been divided into five armies numbering 200,000 each, consisting of ten legions- a mixture of armored and mechanized units –each. These units spearheaded straight into enemy territory, with two armies moving along the north in order to take out coastal cities, with two more armies pushing straight up the middle towards Najester, moving swiftly across the desert. Portions of the fifth army would be utilized to cut off cities and armies in the south, while the remaining four legions would press on straight through Kahanistani territory to assume positions for the invasion of Jerusalem.

Finally, separate actions in the Western Mediterranean were taken by the Imperial Western Fleet- Classis Ravennatis, proceeded to establish positions around the Straight of Gibraltar.

Castle Von Wolf, Romania...

The news of the annex of Clandonia Prime by the Haven Thugs as the Count calls them, had filled the eyes of said Count. His anger level was up because of the news, he could have stopped this from happening but he thought the Clandonians need to learn a lesson. Well, they learned that lesson and the Count learned one, too. Not to sit back and allow somebody to learn a lesson.

Now, as the Count sat behind his onyx colored desk, he saw that Clandonia had reform under this new king. A person that was the last of the royal blood in Clandonia. I’ll have to talk with them later. Maybe fix brides between his nation and mine. he thought to himself.

Then something make him stop thinking and come back to the world, his eyes ran across the Imperial Democracy of Whyatica declaration of war on Kahanistan. He sit quiet, thinking about what to say or really what to do.

Kahanistan was the Dominion’s southern neighbor that had help defend a Dominion’s ally during an attack the Kraven Corporation, they were commies. And the Imperial Democracy had killed civilians of the Dominion to attack a space station that was used by both civilian space forces and military space forces.

“We’ll aid the Kahanistanian in this fight or that is what it will look like.” he said out loud, really he just want to kill the thugs of Whyatica. This would be bloody fight for them, if the Dominion show her face in the fight. The thugs of Whyatica only want land and the Count would make sure that they didn’t get it.

He started getting word out to the Dominion military bases, air bases and navy bases, telling them to get ready but make sure that nobody could see what they were doing. Use hangers to fuel and air the bombers. Use the underground tunnels to move around tanks and other vehicles. Do everything in secret until the thugs from Whyatica get six hours away from Spain.

Then that is where the fun will begin.

At the same time as he ordered the bases, he ordered the Dominion Space Command to look for any and every Whyatican satellites in the areas over Europe, North Africa, Middle East and the every where in between. They would search their IFFs and where the link of the satellite would go back to.

The Dominion would get the blood that he needs from this fight.

OOC:I'm not a former Kraven Slave State, I don't use that piece of my history. I have territories in the middle east, but those were colonised using other methods. Also..You tend to ignore me and unignore me as you see fit. So make this your choice now: Are you ignoring me or are you not ignoring me?

OOC: Well, I’ll edit that part out and if you’re role-playing in the Kologk, then I’m not ignoring you. I don't know what is taking him so long to post, too.

What middle east land do you have? The Dominion’s Middle East is Lebanon, Syria, and Jordan.

I’m going to be ‘aiding’ K-Stan to get some pay back.

OOC:Saudi Arabia, Yemen, Oman, Qatar, and UAE rolled into one large territory known as 'Whyatican Arabia'. And some contested bits along the Jordan border.

OOC: Okay, when I launch my attack on your fleet, I will do one on your middle east lands until you sue for peace. Well, I’m not going to post anymore OOCly.

Commodore Bentley had set sail from Blofeld Bay with her Coast Guard Fleet to the designated excercise area. She had taken up position with her 20 Bolsh Class submarines and 4 Aylesburgh Cllass supply ships, to be used for both supply and as mock targets.She was worried, as her position was only 50 miles outside the Whyatican picket line blockading the Clandonian coast. This was obviously set as a show of force to the Whyaticans. Bentley, however, was not a diplomat, she was a military sailor, and was taking no chances.

Message to Whyatican Fleet from Commodore Nadine Bentley, CO Coast Guard Fleet, Colonial Navy

We are undertaking deep water excercises here in international waters for the next 72 hours. No ships or submarines will intentionally cross your blockade line. To facillitate co-operation and avoid any misunderstandings a two main team from your navy are hereby invited to observe proceedings with myself from the supply ship Julianna.

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Unbeknownst to Bentley, about 20 miles out from Blofeld Bay, upon opening their sealed orders, the commander of one submarine had turned back to port as ordered. His place had been taken by an Insurgent Class special ops sub from the Colonial Marine Corps Commando Transport Division. Size wise it was almost indistinguishable from the Bolash, and it's Sonar pattern had been altered by electronic interference to match the Bolash. Onboard were two elite agents from Military Intelligence.

Also unbeknownst to Bentley each of her Bolash subs had a member of MilInt aboard amongst the ebgineering crews. Each man had sabotaged the GPS systems, timed to alter at the commencement of excercises.

The Oblong Office, The Green House, Oliver City

Governor Chung sipped her tea and waited for the joint chiefs to file in. Behind them came Dianne Cook the CIA director. Her secretary left, first activating the various anti-surveillence devices incorporated into the office. A slight buzzing could be heard and the windows vibrated gently from the devices.

"Well gentlemen, where do we stand?"

"The teams are in place" said Admiral Hurley "and the Coast Guard Fleet is nearly at station. I must say I must object to hoodwinking Bentley. To be in command fully she should be aware of all the facts"

"Its called cupable deniablity Bill. She'll do fine. In other news, the situation on the diplomatic front has deteriorated. We havn't got any support from the Support League, quite the opposite in fact, they seem to be endorsing Whyatica's actions. The Whyatican leadership is making it clear that the operation in Clandonia is an APOC one and nothing to do with the Sovereign League, and in that respect I suppose they are right. To top all that, a state of war now exists between Kahanistan and Whyatica, backed up by Doomingsland, with Kraven somewhere on the sidelines."

She paused whilst all four other people in the room took sharp intakes of breath.

"Gentlemen, and lady, we have a clear choice. I was elected to represent Ollieland to the rest of the world as a nation of freedom and democracy, a nation willing to enforce those ideals abroad. If our diplomatic initiative fails at Venture Island, then we could possibly be at war and out of the Sovereign League"

"At war with three major powers and without a friend in the world? Jesus......." Field Marshall Stubbington shook his head.

"Theres always Kahanistan" insisted Diane Cook.

"Indeed" continued the Governor, "What I want is this. I want a complete activation of our three forward military commands, namely the Airborne Rapid Reaction Force, the Marine Rapid Reaction Force and Snakehead Command. I shall leave that to you three gentlemen. In addition I want a complete report on the military capabilities of Kahanistan, Whyatica, Doomingsland and the Kraven Corporation, as well as a run donw of our own military readiness. We are on hold until I hear from the Foreign Secretary. Until, then I want to be ready..........."

OOC - Whyatica, I will be on MSN tonight. Can you tell me how far from the coast your naval forces are and whats happening with the conference at Venture Island?

Central City Times, International Edition

Skyian Republican Senate Votes Nay!
Silver City, The Silver Sky -

In what was a huge turn around the Skyian Republican Senate refused to to ratify a declaration of war against Kahanistan, despite nearly 75% of a recent survery of 1 million people voting for the war.

President Kara Maddox had introduced the bill after the shooting down and capturing of the Kahanistani Special Forces in Imperial Clandon. It quickly took the public spot light. Getting vasts amounts of praise.

The bill had been fiercely debated for the past week. The Skyian Socialist Front even holding a day long filibuster, using all 5 members, before fierce arguments broke out between the two main party factions, the conservative 'Aquilas' and the more radical 'Buitre' factions. Allowing the Skyian National Democratic Front, the majority party, to move the discussion on to the next party.

Then, yesterday evening, in a private closed session, the vote took place. The bill was quickly approved by the SNDF, but only by a small margin, 80-75. The Usean Republican Party then moved to vote, 46-44, increase the votes to 126 for, and 119 against. Then it was the turn of the Nexian Nationalist Front, who voted 8-12 against. Both the Auroran Liberty Party and the Imperialist Party voted at the same time, racking the up the votes to 149 for, and 146 against.

For the first time in the last decade, the Sapin Socialist Front held the deciding vote, and they used it as they always had, against military intervention, and so the vote came out to a 150-150 tie. And as per Skyian Legislation, the bill failed to pass. All parties came underfire from their public supporters, some even losing all their previous campaign contributors, and right at the beginning of the Senate Election Year, where half the senate will be either replaced, or stay in office.

However, in the Congressional Session that same day the bill was ratified by a huge margin 493 to 227 votes. Most because of public outcry over the Kahanistani Spy Mission that was uncovered, even some members the Sapin Socialist Front had to bow to pressure by their supporters to vote for the war, cracking their streak of unanimous votes against the SNDF at 320 bills (310 of which had passed).

President Maddox was asked over a phone interview if she would try to veto the Senates decision, but she said that the Skyian Congress was about to vote on a bill that would override the Senate's vote and pass the vote onto the general population, if the bill succeeds the general vote would take place within the next week.

If the General Vote passes then the Skyian Congress will have the one-time authority to override the the Senate, passing the bill directly to President Maddox.

Also, after it was announced that the Congress would vote to override the Senate that President Maddox Mobilized the First Naval Armada, and the 11th and 12th Army Groups, along with the 4th Theater Air Command in light of the war in Kahanistan.

Whyatican Naval Blockade
IWNS Duke of Caladan

Grand Admiral Al Jackson, Jr. frowned when he saw the Ollian transmission appear on his screen. He said, "Communications, send a message back to the Ollian fleet."

ATTN. OLLIAN FLEET
Do not approach the Coalition blockade. Any ships or submarines attempting to cross the borders will be immediately destroyed, and we will not hesitate to retaliate against your entire fleet.

Jackson looked at the screen again, and said, "Tactical, if they breach the sonobuoy border, just keep tabs on them for now. If they insert a team, we'll have them surrounded and captured within minutes, then we destroy their entire submarine team. Get the SSKs within torpedo range and leave them there. Send a message to the MPs, get the capture tanks patrolling the coast for when they attempt to insert."

"Aye, sir." the tactical officer said, switching his panel to readouts fron the sonobuoy border.

OOC:You can go ahead and post the arrival of your delegate to Venture Island, Clandonia and Ollieland.

Najaster, Capital of Kahanistan

"I thought we'd put aside all this rubbish about fighting over Jerusalem when our people decided to quit fighting about religion and live and let live," said Vice President al-Omari.

"Yes, but the Doomies didn't lose most of their fundies in a bloody civil war," said Senator Maribel Crowley, the head of the Armed Forces and Defense Committee.

"Should we relieve them?" asked the Vice President, who unlike the previous few Presidents had no military experience.

"I think so, but it will take time to mobilize," said Senator Crowley. "First we have to get the Doomies out of our own country."

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Western Kahanistan

The AD battery commanders had learned a thing or two from the use of HARM's by MassPwnage; the vast majority of their AD systems were off. Most of what the ARM's hit were decoys that served to give away the source of the HARM, some with CIWS to try to shoot down the incoming missile so the decoy would be reusable, but a few advance warning AD's copped it as well.

In any event, the Kahanistanian forces knew by now that they were under attack. Rather than retreat into military shelters as had been done against MassPwnage with disastrous consequences, the Soviet Republic responded with a division of mechanized infantry and armor, mainly Merkava IV main battle tanks, including infantry armed with MANPADs, the standard method of attacking enemy CAS.

Behind the mixed forces of armor and infantry, Machbet AA systems were driven up, and the Kahanistanian CAS, mostly consisting of the F-35 Lightning II came behind the defending forces. The Lightning II was favored by the Republic Guard due to its versatility, STOVL capability, and consequent ability to take off from runways so damaged they would ground other craft. They patrolled the skies in large numbers, usually appearing in groups of five or larger wings of twenty. Their tactics, except the F-35's relegated to CAS, were to engage enemy fighters and SEAD units, and leave the enemy CAS to the ground forces unless they were relatively unengaged.

As the Kahanistanian infantry marched toward the Doomani invaders, to calm their nerves they sang a ribald song penned in Latin by the Kahanistanian soldier and Latin poet George Nillis. (OOC: I probably mangled the Latin. It's been seven years since I've had it.)

Doomanum, patria maxima in mundo,
Omnes patriae alterae a puellis parvis regentur;
Doomanum numerus unus exportator religionis;
A patriis alteris religio inferior habentur.

(Doomingsland, largest nation in the world,
All other nations by small girls are ruled.
Doomingsland, number one exporter of religion,
By other nations inferior religion is had.)

Doomanum, domus maximae mundi lacunae natationis,
Eius longitudo treinta metra et latitudo sex metra.
Systema purgandi res mira spectare;
Quartum partem quinque amovet
Hominum solida ramenta.

(Doomingsland, home of world's largest swimming pool,
Its length thirty meters and width six meters.
The cleaning system is a miracle to watch;
The fourth part of five it removes
Of solid refuse of humans.)

Doomanum, Doomanum, valde bella loca es,
Ab campo Arretii ad saeptum borealem Urbis Iudaeorum;
Doomanum, amicus omnis nisi Cohanistae;
Sunt gens nasorum magnorum, cum os in suis cerebris.

(Doomingsland, Doomingsland, very beautiful place you are,
From plains of Arretium to the northern fence of Jewtown, [lit. of the City of the Jews])
Doomingsland, friend of all except Kahanistan;
They are a people of the large noses, with a bone in their brains.)

Industria Doomani in mundo optima est;
Invenivimus confectionem et bracarum singulum.
Meretrices Doomani purissimae in regione,
Nisi naturaliter Terrae Multi Calcitrandi Clunium.

(Industry of Doomingsland is best in the world;
We invented candy and belt of trousers.
Prostitutes of Doomingsland are cleanest in the region,
Except naturally for MassPwnage. [lit. the Land of Much Kicking of Buttocks.])

Doomanum, Doomanum, valde bella loca es,
Ab campo Arretii ad saeptum borealem Urbis Iudaeorum;
Venite, captate penem magnum Caesaris nostri,
Ab coniunctione testium ad cacumen facies!

(Doomingsland, Doomingsland, very beautiful place you are,
From the plains of Arretium to the northern fence of Jewtown;
Come, take the great penis of our Caesar,
From the joining of testes to the tip of the face!)

The tune of the song was very loud and chaotic, not only to drown the fears of the men and women singing it, but also as a grotesque mockery of Crusader rock; soldiers often struck their riflebutts against helmets or tanks at various points in the song.

The sound of this crude war song rang through the desert, the soldiers sounding euphoric, the tones of their voices belying the fears they felt at fighting the Doomani.

OOC: One word: LMAO

I seriously have not laughed this hard all day, Kahanistan, great post :)

And Whyatica started a new thread:

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=517282

Might wanna repost your latest thing there, I already did the same. And it looks like you forgot to respond to my other attacks (i.e., your planes you have in the air in the region, your infrastructure, etc)

I'll hopefully post tommorow...

"ATTN. OLLIAN FLEET
Do not approach the Coalition blockade. Any ships or submarines attempting to cross the borders will be immediately destroyed, and we will not hesitate to retaliate against your entire fleet."

Commodore Bentley read the reply from the Whyaticans and giggled slightly "Ollian? I thought we were Ollish. I take it that means their not joining us. Anyway we've got no bloody intention of crossing their lines. This is a show, nothing more as far as I'm concerned."

In the waters, in a 100 mile square of ocean adjacent to the Whyatican lines, thw 20 Ollish subs spread out in two temas, hunters and prey, red team and blue team. Unknown to nost of them, one of blue team was an Insurgent Class special ops sub. Aboard each sub the commanders opened their second sealed orders envelopes and proceeded as ordered. Aboard all of them, directly before they submerged, the GPS reader on each clicked 25 miles out of alignment...........

The first Commodore Bentley knew was when a red light started flashing in CnC aboard CS Julianna. The sonar officer turned with a stricken look on his face and simply said "10 contacts just set off Whyatican sonarbouys........"

"Shit, SHIT, what went wrong?"

"They might not be ours, they shouldn't be ours..........."

"NOBODY ELSE HAS GOT 10 FUCKING BOATS OUT THERE! GET THEM BACK!!"

"Their running on silent, they won't even come up to snorkel for at least 12 hours"

"Get me the Whyatican naval commander. I have to eat a big slice of humble pie."

On board the CS Wolf, the Marine commando crew flinched as the first ping from the sonobouys hit them.
"Rudder full left, dive to 1200 feet, maintain silent running, prepare for possible contacts...."

All across the Whyatican blockade line thw 9 other sub commanders did the same, thinking they had been hit by their own sonobouys, completely oblivious to the danger that now faced them.

"Attention Venture tower this is Squadron Leader Andrews of Ollish Colonial Air Force flight Colonial 4 requesting permission to land..........."

Foreign Secretary Fullerton had fully briefed his team and was preparing himself for the diplomatic pleasantries. After straightening his tie he practiced his poker face in the vanity nirror opposite his seat as they landed.

He led the team from the aircraft, acceoting the salute from the armed airman who opened the door for him and stepped onto the stair case staring down to see what sort of reception committee they had.........

"Quite..."

A long pause followed the statement as the Praetor of the Armed Democratic Republic turned to his assembled cabinet having just finished watching the evening news.

"Espionage, torture, and execution, a wonderful time our friends have had..."

The Praetor had little enthusiasm in his voice as he reached for his tea and too a slow sip placing it back on his saucer with very feint 'clack' letting it come to rest on the desk in front of him. the old mahogany desk was positively radiant in the stately office of the leader of the Mekugian Empire. The wood grain alluded to craftsmanship that was almost forgotten in this day and age, the skill of craftsmen the blood and sweat that showed through in a hand made item of such luxury.

"Please do go on George, I never was a fan of cliff hangers..."

A rather thin faced man sitting on a semi-circular couch off to the side of the Praetors desk cleared his throat and gave the praetor a sarcastic glance, the two had been friends since their army days and now in politics they had sadly become both somewhat self absorbed and sarcastic in their relation. George McCormick the head of the International Recconoscience and Intelligence Service or IRIS (the Mekugian CIA) stood up grabbing a small remote from the small coffee table in front of him.

"Within the last 24 hours the situation has continued to escalate as you well know; Doomani, Transylvanian, and the mass exodus of Skyian conservatives into the coalition. The result is what my analysts have termed 'a smack down' though they have declined on speculating the outcome until actual deployment numbers are capable of being elaborated, but the betting pool around the office currently lands the Doomies high on the 'most likely to eat children' scale..."

Praetor Keiso sighed at his friend attempt at a joke and turned to his foreign relations adviser a young woman in her early forties by the name of Michelle Karaso. The Praetor had to admit she was a beautiful woman but he knew she carried her own brand of venom and he prayed for her husband, she was hard enough to keep on track when she was on the clock.

"Michelle please enlighten me as to our APOC obligations? Im curious as to what we may have to provide.." The Praetor fixed his gaze on the woman hed worked in the foreign ministry during the IADF days and he was expecting quite a list of alliance obligations, when she shrugged at him and replied with a sly 'nothing' he was quite taken back the Praetor had not expected that. "so we are under no obligation to any effect? we can defend or ignore this conflict at our leisure?" her silent not to him sealed the issue and he picked up his tea with a satisfied 'hmm.'

"Okay George and what is our current strategic state of readiness? Can we provide any further assistance to the Doomies? should we?" the praetor took another sip and watched as George brought up a thermal satellite map of Egypt and point to numerous heat blooms.

"...Really the Doomies have it covered, and its probably best we not intermingle since the Anchirsh Pilgrimage, we dont need any of our infantry being killed as 'pagan blood hawks' on the other hand though this is an EXCELLENT time to supply armaments enmasse to the Whyaticans and Doomies plainly put we've already sold several trillion worth of arms to the APOC demographic and the CMPL project has worked out great for all the involved nations."

The praetor simply nodded and put the cup of tea back down on the desk. "...and what of our strategic assets,how many Unity Gun Installations are currently active?"
George brought up a map of the Empire as thirty three green triangles filled the map both in Haven and Antarchon the Commonwealth of Anchrish States boasting three such sites and impressive amount for a colony of only ten million.

"Thirty-three, with the ability to put just under 400 round per hour every hour anywhere you'd like... thats without the assistance of the Doomies, or Hamptonshire, with such however the amount rises exponentially out of control with over 600 guns in Doomum hands alone."

Had the Praetor been drinking his tea he would have spit it out the mental calculation exceeding 4000 33.3" shells raining down on ANYONE was a scary thought but one he was quite glad was only in hands he could trust.

"Very well have our advisers contact the associated governments and begin discussing our options and negotiating their needs... don't press our involvement but let it known we will gladly support any such operation, there is blood money to be made after all."

"This is Commodore Bentley, Ollish fleet. Ten boats have inadvertently, I repeat inadvertently crossed your lines. We must talk to you Whyatican commander... are we getting through at all?"

"We're broadcasting on all frequencies, I don't know, they might be ignoring us....."

"Red Team's status?"

"Recalled, heading back to us. They didn't go anywhere near the lines"

"Good........ Whyatican Commander, this is Commodore Bentley, Ollish Fleet.........."

Venture Island Airport
"Welcome to Venture Island, Mr. Fullerton." an Imperial courier said, leading their diplomatic team from the plane to a waiting limousine.

As the courier got into the limousine, followed by the Ollish team, he said, "The conference will be held in the Venture Island convention centre, which has been secured by the Guards previously. Foreign Minister Daniel McKenzie is already there."

The limousine shot down the streets of Venture Island, although the trip wasn't especially far - Venture Island International was about 5 kilometers off of the convention centre, which stood out from the rest of the Venture scenery by the massive arch that spanned across the dome. The convention centre was curiously empty this day, as the Imperial Guards had cleaned it out for security purposes, although there was only one conference going on this week, and that was the Dairy Farmers convention. They were given a full refund by the Imperial Guards, and they had rescheduled for two weeks later.

The limousine pulled into a parking space close to the entrance, and the entourage got out and a contingent of Guardsmen silently began escorting them into a conference room...

Naval Blockade
"Commodore, we are still detecting one submarine past the sonobuoy borderline. We will destroy it if it does not immediately turn back, and we may destroy all of you as well. You have violated the border and we are well justified to destroy all of your vessels now. Turn back and return to Ollieland." the Grand Admiral said, watching sonar and blue-green lidar readings report there was still 1 submarine pushing ever-closer to the coast.

He cut the transmission, and said, "Order an SSK to shadow the submarine, and destroy it as soon as it drops an infiltration team. I'm pretty damn sure that that's what they're going to do, and if they don't, blow up the sub anyway. Our friendly Commodore is an idiot. Get ready to fire a few warning shots in their direction, I don't think the Commodore will risk losing his entire fleet.." Jackson said, and he looked out the window, and the tops of the Ollish submarines were just barely visible.

An SSK patrolling turned it's active sonar off, and went to all silent mode, pushing forward to shadow the Ollish submarine in it's blind spot. This technique was well known, although it was rather unnecessary. The submarine continued to trip sonobuoys and the active sonars of other Whyatican submarines and surface vessels...

Venture Island Airport

The 747-400 of Clandonian Imperial Airways touched down after crossing the central landmass of the Northern Central Haven and then across the large ocean to the North Eastern Haven. The aircraft had government insignia showing the special relationship that formed between the new government and the airline. The Clandonian delegate was Commander Dridon, he knew he was representing the King and knew the Whyaticans were hard people. His only hopes were that his family could be allowed to leave, some were still trapped in Clandonia along with the countless others separated.

As the engines slowed down the doors opened as the stewardess and captain stepped onto the ladders saluting the naval commander along with the rest of the planes crew. The commander walked down the steps to greet the Whyatican's. The rest of the Clandonian team chosen from the best civil servants clattered down the steps, already hard at work on their cellular phones and PDA's getting in contact with the Foreign Office and their senior civil servants.

"Commodore, we are still detecting one submarine past the sonobuoy borderline. We will destroy it if it does not immediately turn back, and we may destroy all of you as well. You have violated the border and we are well justified to destroy all of your vessels now. Turn back and return to Ollieland."



"Your kidding right? We're in international waters, we're ten small subs and 4 supply ships. Apart from it being a declaration of war against a League ally it's hardly a great victory is it?"

The Commodore seemed almost incredulous, but the faces of the rest of the crew told her they thought the Whyaticans were deadly serious. And with good reason, considering their reaction to the Kahanistani infiltration.

"Start backing off, slowly, and get me the Admiralty on the secure line, priority one....."

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Bartlett and Harding were entering the decompression chamber onboard CS Wolf. They were getting ready for their lttle "trip". Underneath their black wetsuits they were wearing Clandonian clothing obtained by the CIA from refugees, and were carrying Clandonian and Whyatican currency. Loaded in the two torpedoe tubes were canoes, kitted with their kit for their "trip".

At 5 miles from the coast the Captain of the CS Wolf gave the order to "shake your tail". A standard submarine tactic, this was designed to confuse any submarines tailing them and any overhead listeners. They had spotted no nearby ships on the periscope as they had come up to depth and they had dived again ready for their manouvre.

As the order was given, the CS Wolf turned hard to the starboard. As the sub turned, two noisemakers were released to the rear of the sub and simultaneously the air lock opened and Harding and Bartlett swam for the two canoes which had been released from the torpedooe tubes. As soon as the "Clear" signal was given, CS Wolf turned hard to Port and cut all her engines, slowly sinking to the bottom where she gently came to rest. Any sonar signals hitting the sub would be very hard pressed to tell the sub from the ocean floor. The only problem was how long she could stay here.

Harding and Bartlett caught up with the slowly rising canoes and headed for the surface. When they broke Bartlett checked the area, not seeing any ships, whilst Harding secured the canoes. The quickly took the wetsuits off and dumped them over the side after filling them with seawater. Dressed like Clandonian refugees, they headed toward the coast, two small to be seen by radar or sonar. However, there would still be lookouts on the beaches.

IWNS Duke of Caladan
"Grand Admiral, satellites have detected the submarine letting out a canoe and it's attempting to dive again." the sensor officer said, looking at the direct satellite feeds.

"Destroy the sub. Send word back to the MPs to seize the canoe crew when they hit the shore. Do not torture these two, they're allies. We know they're from Ollieland and we know they're trying to spy, so if they don't tell us anything, we send them back to Ollieland." Jackson said, staring at the submarine flotilla that was slowly moving away. The Ollish sub that had breached the sonobuoys was being pursued by a Whyatican SSK, and the location of the Ollish sub had been confirmed multiple times by ship-based sonar, blue-green LIDAR, and the sonobuoys. As the canoes approached shore, the Military Police bases near the beaches were informed, but also told NOT to turn their search lights on until the canoe hit the beach.

IWNS Augment
"Sir, the Ollish sub is descending at a rapid rate." the SONAR officer of the Whyatican SSK said, alarmed.

"Follow it, arm all torpedo tubes and get a positive weapons lock on it." the Captain said, staring at the front wall of the sub's bridge. The sub began noticeable descending as well, following the Ollish submarine as it descended all the way to the floor of the continental shelf.

"Target locked, sir, the Ollish sub has touched the floor, so we may have difficulties hitting it." The weapons officer punched in more keys frustratedly.

"Fire a spread in the area, then. We'll hit it with at least one, and once we do we can get a better target lock. Five torpedoes, all forward tubes, spread in that area." The Captain looked at the weapons man, as he put in the orders for a five-torpedo spread, four creating the circle and the fifth in the center. With any luck, all 5 torpedoes would hit and destroy the Ollish submarine. The Imperial ships would not shoot at the other Ollish submarines outside the blockade zone, just the one that had attempted to insert an espionage team..

Beach
There were numerous watch towers on the beach, designed to prevent exactly this sort of incursion. Military police spotters manned the towers, with binoculars, radios, and sniper rifles, if worse came to worst. The MPs also had tranquilizer dart ammunition with them, for the certain case that the brass wanted two people alive and heavy Urbanus support was not available. As the canoes hit binoculars sight, the Military Police radioed back to base that they had spotted the incursion team and were prepared to capture as soon as they were on dry land..

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Venture Island Airport
The Clandonian representation receieved a similar transportation as the Ollish, they were put into a waiting limousine and escorted by Imperial Guardsmen to Venture Island Convention Centre, where the Ollish and Whyatican representatives were waiting. Foreign Minister McKenzie represented the Imperial Democracy's interests, and he had received orders from the Prime Minister as to what he was to achieve in this conference..

IWNS Duke of Caladan
"Grand Admiral, satellites have detected the submarine letting out a canoe and it's attempting to dive again." the sensor officer said, looking at the direct satellite feeds.

"Destroy the sub. Send word back to the MPs to seize the canoe crew when they hit the shore. Do not torture these two, they're allies. We know they're from Ollieland and we know they're trying to spy, so if they don't tell us anything, we send them back to Ollieland." Jackson said, staring at the submarine flotilla that was slowly moving away. The Ollish sub that had breached the sonobuoys was being pursued by a Whyatican SSK, and the location of the Ollish sub had been confirmed multiple times by ship-based sonar, blue-green LIDAR, and the sonobuoys. As the canoes approached shore, the Military Police bases near the beaches were informed, but also told NOT to turn their search lights on until the canoe hit the beach.

IWNS Augment
"Sir, the Ollish sub is descending at a rapid rate." the SONAR officer of the Whyatican SSK said, alarmed.

"Follow it, arm all torpedo tubes and get a positive weapons lock on it." the Captain said, staring at the front wall of the sub's bridge. The sub began noticeable descending as well, following the Ollish submarine as it descended all the way to the floor of the continental shelf.

"Target locked, sir, the Ollish sub has touched the floor, so we may have difficulties hitting it." The weapons officer punched in more keys frustratedly.

"Fire a spread in the area, then. We'll hit it with at least one, and once we do we can get a better target lock. Five torpedoes, all forward tubes, spread in that area." The Captain looked at the weapons man, as he put in the orders for a five-torpedo spread, four creating the circle and the fifth in the center. With any luck, all 5 torpedoes would hit and destroy the Ollish submarine. The Imperial ships would not shoot at the other Ollish submarines outside the blockade zone, just the one that had attempted to insert an espionage team..

Beach
There were numerous watch towers on the beach, designed to prevent exactly this sort of incursion. Military police spotters manned the towers, with binoculars, radios, and sniper rifles, if worse came to worst. The MPs also had tranquilizer dart ammunition with them, for the certain case that the brass wanted two people alive and heavy Urbanus support was not available. As the canoes hit binoculars sight, the Military Police radioed back to base that they had spotted the incursion team and were prepared to capture as soon as they were on dry land..

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Venture Island Airport
The Clandonian representation receieved a similar transportation as the Ollish, they were put into a waiting limousine and escorted by Imperial Guardsmen to Venture Island Convention Centre, where the Ollish and Whyatican representatives were waiting. Foreign Minister McKenzie represented the Imperial Democracy's interests, and he had received orders from the Prime Minister as to what he was to achieve in this conference..

OOC Sorry Whyatica but this is just innacurate. read my post. The canoes and divers were released underwater so could not be detected by sattelite. Also, the chances of your sub or ships keeping tabs on a diesel electiric sub are extremely slim, and the chances of following it through two noisemakers to the bottom are practically zero.

Foreign secretary Fullerton greeted the Whyatican and Clandonian representatives and got straight down to business.

"The purpose of our presence hear is to quell our own fears, and the fears of the international community at large, that the widespread population movements and troop deployments within Clandonia are symptoms of ongoing human rights abuses. The actions of the Whyatican military are an enigma to ourselves and to the rest of the world. Denial by your government serve no purpose when no proof is given. Your actions in the public execution without trial of alleged spies was, at best, morally reprehensible, at worst, barbaric. These actions only serve to heighten the suspicions of the rest of the world over your actions in Clandonia.

Our request is simple. Allow an unarmed, civilian team into Clandonia to inspect your "relocation" camps and back up your claims. Surely if you have nothing to hide you have no need to fear this simple request?"

Venture Island Conference

"We cannot permit civilians to wander around Clandón unescorted. There have been no civil rights abuses, as the first new housing structures have been finished, and we have begun to move people out of the camps and back into the new houses. If you wish to bring a civilian team, they will be escorted by Imperial Marines through the camps. This is also for their own protection - Although the attacks are decreasing, on occasion there is violence from the Anarcho-Communist groups within Clandón." McKenzie said, looking the Ollish man directly in the eye, although he already knew about the Ollish submarine crisis in the Clandonian waters..

Venture Island Conference

"We cannot permit civilians to wander around Clandón unescorted. There have been no civil rights abuses, as the first new housing structures have been finished, and we have begun to move people out of the camps and back into the new houses. If you wish to bring a civilian team, they will be escorted by Imperial Marines through the camps. This is also for their own protection - Although the attacks are decreasing, on occasion there is violence from the Anarcho-Communist groups within Clandón." McKenzie said, looking the Ollish man directly in the eye, although he already knew about the Ollish submarine crisis in the Clandonian waters..

"We would of course not expect to wander around unescorted. We would however expect unlimited access to whatever areas of the country our teams wish to inspect. We would expect full co-operation and transparency from the Whyatican military. The team would consist of several civil servants from our Ministry of Justice."

The Captain of the CS Wolf was sweating profusely. They had been laying on the ocean floor now for nearly nine hours. They only had another few hours of battery power left, yet ther was no let up in the sonar and Linar being bombarded all over the area from the Whyatican fleet. Very soon the time would come, it was either get going or sit here and die.

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"Whyatican grand Admiral, this is Commodore Bentley, Ollish Flottilla. We need to talk urgently. Ten of our subs are still inadvertently under your fleet. We wish to discuss terms to recover them without any unpleasantness.

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Harding and Bartlett had started the long row towards the shore. Scanning the horizon with his binoculars Bartlett could see Whyatican armour and watchtowres to the east, so they veered west. The shore defences looked quite formidable. This was going to be nowhere near as easy as he had been led to believe.

Venture Island Conference
"You expect? You aren't in a position to expect anything. We will permit you travelling rights, escorted, through all of Imperial Clandón." the Minister said, making sure the Ollish knew who's in command here. "Your team will be escorted by Imperial Marines based out of Ft. Angeles in Imperial Clandón.



Blockade
Grand Admiral Jackson looked harshly out of the bridge, and said, "Open a channel to the Ollish." He walked around the bridge a bit, and when the communications officer nodded, he said, "You will pull all submarines back to your original position within half an hour or they will all be destroyed," and cut the transmission.

"What is the status on the submarines?" Jackson yelled back to the sensor man, who responded with, "Detecting nine of them openly, we're still trying to find the last one, SSK reports that it's on the ocean floor and we'll have a hard time finding it until it's forced to surface. We're bombarding the area with sonar and LIDAR to be sure."

"Reopen the channel." Jackson said.

"Twenty-eight minutes."

Venture Island Conference
"You expect? You aren't in a position to expect anything. We will permit you travelling rights, escorted, through all of Imperial Clandón." the Minister said, making sure the Ollish knew who's in command here. "Your team will be escorted by Imperial Marines based out of Ft. Angeles in Imperial Clandón.ll be destroyed," and cut the transmission.

"Please minister" smiled Secretary Fullerton "calm down". He had riled the man. When your opponent is riled they become illogical and irrational he thought. I'll keep pressing.

"We would not expect, those were my exact words." he said, still smiling spreading his arms wide, hoping to infuriate the Whyatican even more.